Post by Mecrid on Oct 7, 2006 11:19:32 GMT -5
Mecrid was on his way to Glasow, riding on Reckvarr with his spear in hand when he saw four black spots on the horizon With every minuete they got bigger until their shapes were formed.
There were three gargoyles, flying behind the leader, a Deathgoyle. What kind of evil mission they were on , Mecrid knew not, but decided that he must slay these demons from hell.
As the two groups grew closer, Mecrid readied his spear as he heard a war cry emit from them.
Almost ten feet away, Reckvarr quickly dived under them, spurting fire all the while. One gargoyle that was too eager for battle flew staight into the flames, and got burnt to a crisp. The other two were smarter and only got singed, while the Deathgoyle anticipated the move altogether, and flew high above the attack. As the smoking body of the unfourtunate gargoyle plummeted to Earth, Reckvarr swooped around, righting himself, now facing the three enemies head-on once more. This time though, the terrible three were ready and struck first. They dived from above straight onto the unsupecting Mecrid, the two gargoyles getting glacing blows, while the Deathgoyle sliced a nasty cut on his left arm. Mecrid gasped out in pain as stinging needles enveloped his arm, making it numb. But before the garoyles could turn around, Reckvarr dived at them, while Mecrid jabbed his spear though both of their chests, certanly a lucky blow. He quickly pulled the corpes off his spear in time to right himself just befor Reckvarr barrel rolled to dodge the stab of the Deathgoyle. Mecrid hurredly attached his spear to a holster on the side of Reckvarr and took his spelbook from his shirt, pointed at the fleeing Deathgoyle and yelled,"NOSFERATU!!!". The Deathgoyle suddenly went limp as its life force was sucked from its body and the energy rushed to Mecrid, healing the gash on the side of his arm, and a couple small cuts he had.
Reckvarr swirled back in their origional direction, with the comment,"nothing like a little excitement to start a party, eh?"
Mecrid laughed openly at his joke as they made their way to Glasgow.
There were three gargoyles, flying behind the leader, a Deathgoyle. What kind of evil mission they were on , Mecrid knew not, but decided that he must slay these demons from hell.
As the two groups grew closer, Mecrid readied his spear as he heard a war cry emit from them.
Almost ten feet away, Reckvarr quickly dived under them, spurting fire all the while. One gargoyle that was too eager for battle flew staight into the flames, and got burnt to a crisp. The other two were smarter and only got singed, while the Deathgoyle anticipated the move altogether, and flew high above the attack. As the smoking body of the unfourtunate gargoyle plummeted to Earth, Reckvarr swooped around, righting himself, now facing the three enemies head-on once more. This time though, the terrible three were ready and struck first. They dived from above straight onto the unsupecting Mecrid, the two gargoyles getting glacing blows, while the Deathgoyle sliced a nasty cut on his left arm. Mecrid gasped out in pain as stinging needles enveloped his arm, making it numb. But before the garoyles could turn around, Reckvarr dived at them, while Mecrid jabbed his spear though both of their chests, certanly a lucky blow. He quickly pulled the corpes off his spear in time to right himself just befor Reckvarr barrel rolled to dodge the stab of the Deathgoyle. Mecrid hurredly attached his spear to a holster on the side of Reckvarr and took his spelbook from his shirt, pointed at the fleeing Deathgoyle and yelled,"NOSFERATU!!!". The Deathgoyle suddenly went limp as its life force was sucked from its body and the energy rushed to Mecrid, healing the gash on the side of his arm, and a couple small cuts he had.
Reckvarr swirled back in their origional direction, with the comment,"nothing like a little excitement to start a party, eh?"
Mecrid laughed openly at his joke as they made their way to Glasgow.