The Sacrifice - A medieval fantasy RP

[ChickieBooBoo]

Dulirn focused his full attention on the fire demon, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead as the demon lunged toward the mad wizard, but was able to reach him, seeming to pull against some invisible restraint.  The wizard's mouth turned into a twisted smile and he pointed toward Urir. The demon flew in the direction of the small man, fiery claws outstretched toward Urir.  

Urir's pale face seemed to lose all color and he cowered visibly, pushing himself back against the book case and pulling his wrinkled hands up over his large hat.  But once again, the demon was stopped short by some invisible force.  The wizard's smile turned into a maniacal laugh. 

Marlo watched with wide, paniced eyes, unable to look away even though she wanted to. Her feet felt glued to the floor as her eyes were on the demon, and her mind became blank with terror. The heat which filled the room made the wound on her forearm where Dulirn had cut her pulse and throb with pain. She fought valiantly to keep herself focused but slowly but surely her carefully mustered determination was giving way to fear. As the demon pulled away from Urir, she expected it to approach her next, and in that moment didn't notice Dulirn's increasing concentration on the demon, and his decreasing attention on her.

 

[Frundette]

Zanis sat in a tree outside of the castle. The young elven girl had brown hair and brown eyes. She was tall lean and very fast. She was the best hunter and had a very keen eye. Her only weakness (Or so it seemed to be her only weakness) Was a white cat she adored named Sahara. She and Sahara got along well and Zanis was always sad when she was without her friend. Her elven heritage gave her a little magic that she used to track and levitate things but other then that she was like a normal human.

Zanis and Sahara lived in a village close to the castle and the mayor had been becoming suspious of what was happening at the castle and demanded a daily patrol and stake out. Zanis had been put on the stake out and was now hiding in a tree with Sahara next to her.

Only a very small, narrow window gives Zanis a glimpse into Dulirn's study. But soon after midnight, she would see the flicker of flames too large to be candles. Just barely would she be able to pick up the sound of the mad wizard's crazed laughter...

 

[Frundette]

Marlo watched with wide, paniced eyes, unable to look away even though she wanted to. Her feet felt glued to the floor as her eyes were on the demon, and her mind became blank with terror. The heat which filled the room made the wound on her forearm where Dulirn had cut her pulse and throb with pain. She fought valiantly to keep herself focused but slowly but surely her carefully mustered determination was giving way to fear. As the demon pulled away from Urir, she expected it to approach her next, and in that moment didn't notice Dulirn's increasing concentration on the demon, and his decreasing attention on her.

Marlo was not wrong. The demon, thwarted in it's efforts to consume Dulirn and Urir, turned it's fiery, soulless eyes upon the huntress and descended toward her, arms stretched forward until it's flames threatened to burn her skin, body so close that it absorbed oxygen from the air, making it difficult to breathe. But again, the wizard kept the demon at bay, exercising his control over it. "Urir!" He cried gleefully as the demon spun again toward the small man-ish thing. "It is mine! MINE!"

Urir looked to Marlo, wishing he could yell to her, break her trance. He even opened his mouth, but no sound escaped. If she failed... and if the betrayal was known...

Instead, he looked straight at Dulirn and spoke, his voice quavering. "No one will dare stop the great wizard Dulirn," he said, pulling the wizard's attention toward him. "To draw his ire would be folly indeed...."

Do it girl! He thought inwardly.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

A shrill, blood curling scream filled Marlo's ears, causing her to flinch. After a second of confusion and wondering who it was, she realized that the scream wasn't coming from someone else, it was her own voice. The overwhelming heat blurred her vision and she stumbled backwards blindly until the chains slipped off her wrists and clattered loudly against the floor. Startled by the sudden, unexpected noise, Marlo broke temporarily from her trance and seen through clearer eyes what was unfolding in front of her. The knife in her foot flashed into her mind and she remembered the plan.

Painfully aware of the delay she had already caused, and the fact that she had stood in plain view of Dulirn without being bound for several stupified seconds before she reacted, Marlo lurched forwards towards the wizard. She grabbed the knife with her right hand, as she had planned, and dodged around the demon to avoid the worst of the heat, gaining speed with every stride. "This is for Aetius!" She hissed through gritted teeth as she approached Dulirn, knife raised.

 

[Frundette]

Dulirn's attention was so focused on bending the fire demon to his will that Marlo was halfway across the room and past the demon before he noticed that she was free from the chains, hurtling toward him with a blade her hand. The wizard, always quite sharp, realized in that instant that he had been betrayed. Fury rose within him as he threw his hand toward Urir and the small man squealed in terror as the demon rushed toward him. In so doing, the wizard left himself fully open to Marlo's attack...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"Leave him alone!" Marlo screeched as she approached him, her boots pounding heavily on the wooden floor. Her fist closed tightly around the knife as her arm lifted for the final strike, and time seemed to grind to a halt. Suddenly her footsteps sounded slow to her ears, and the flames dancing around the fire demon appeared to slow like they had been thrown into a freezer. She threw her arm forward with all her strength and released the knife. It whirled in a circle, spinning and flipping towards Dulirn.

 

[ChickenRadio]

"Leave him alone!" Marlo screeched as she approached him, her boots pounding heavily on the wooden floor. Her fist closed tightly around the knife as her arm lifted for the final strike, and time seemed to grind to a halt. Suddenly her footsteps sounded slow to her ears, and the flames dancing around the fire demon appeared to slow like they had been thrown into a freezer. She threw her arm forward with all her strength and released the knife. It whirled in a circle, spinning and flipping towards Dulirn.

Though she couldnt see much Zanis could tell there was fighting. Grabbing her bow and an arrow she took careful aim through the window and fired. Hoping it would distract all.

 

[Frundette]

As the arrow clattered to the floor, the small blade embedded itself within the wizard's chest and Dulirn looked down in shock, not seeming to believe that it was really there. The demon spun back toward the wizard. Suddenly acting of it's own free will, it flew toward Dulirn and the man's eyes widened in panic. He mumbled in the arcane language in an attempt to regain control over the demon. Failing that, he tried to step backwards and stumbled to his knees. The flames touched his skin, first turning his hands black, then working quickly up his arms, engulfing his robes and creating a truly horrifying spectacle. A tortured scream of agony escaped his mouth along with something that was barely discernible as a stream of curses at Urir before his cries ceased, leaving nothing but a burning corpse twisted on the floor.