Mage's Guild: Mystical Archive Research {Private}
Sept 22, 2022 11:21:28 GMT -5
Post by Bellighul//Amilcar on Sept 22, 2022 11:21:28 GMT -5
Light. Most consider such magick as holy, healing and hopeful. Bellighul found it oppressive, dogmatic and over-zealous. Such a domain he would never consider delving in; it's alignment with Solaria further made it unapproachable. Though, it had it's place in this fight as Zak loosed a beam of Light energy. He despised such an element.
Bur he could not deny it's power as it crashed into the denizen of the Far Realm. Zak's words rang in the Lord of Ghoul's ears, he agreed whether he liked it or not.
Further, Kamille of the Flames engulfed herself in an aura of fire, spreading a deep red light into the darkness around the trio. A great fireball hurled outwards, spreading it's super heated destruction into the maw of the monster. Fire consumed. It ignited the fearsome creature in licks of flames which continuously burned it for some time after impact.
"By my dark power..." Bellighul spoke in common outloud, stepping backwards from the other mages a few paces. He began a chant, in a tongue otherworldly, some language not meant for the living to speak. It had no name, this tongue. Yet, the foulest necromancy began to radiate from his person. Spirals, a vicious vortex on the ground many feet before the creature as it rushed forward in anguish and hatred. The vortex took shape, strange sigils on the stone in illuminated script of this deathly language; circles and squares of purple light intersected and spun. A rotating hellscape.
Rushing forth in devilry from the center of the summoning circle; a mass of skeletons in a parade belched upwards and merged into a horrid ambination. A towering Undead Hulk. It's mighty great ax, rusted and covered in a black ichor, was raised high now.
The vile monstrosity within reach, lashed out mighty tendrils and ensnared the lower portion of the abomination yet was met with a great cleave as a unholy roar echoed in the darkness. The ax came down, crashing into the still flaming mouth of the slug-like foe and a scream reverberated into the rubble. The ax strike was true, the bladed head of the ax tore through the amorphous form and collided with the ground beneath it; bissecting what could only be described as it's head.
Yet, the fell creature still lived. It's tendril, flaming, lifted the Undead Hulk high and sent it smashing into the stone below, a tremor was felt at Bellighul's feet. He knew well his Hulk could not withstand it for much longer; thus in a great sweeping motion, the Hulk dragged it's ax upward now and severed two tendrils in a second strike.
"It is nearly done...destroy it before it recovers. Pay no mind to my summon; for it is nothing."
Bur he could not deny it's power as it crashed into the denizen of the Far Realm. Zak's words rang in the Lord of Ghoul's ears, he agreed whether he liked it or not.
Further, Kamille of the Flames engulfed herself in an aura of fire, spreading a deep red light into the darkness around the trio. A great fireball hurled outwards, spreading it's super heated destruction into the maw of the monster. Fire consumed. It ignited the fearsome creature in licks of flames which continuously burned it for some time after impact.
"By my dark power..." Bellighul spoke in common outloud, stepping backwards from the other mages a few paces. He began a chant, in a tongue otherworldly, some language not meant for the living to speak. It had no name, this tongue. Yet, the foulest necromancy began to radiate from his person. Spirals, a vicious vortex on the ground many feet before the creature as it rushed forward in anguish and hatred. The vortex took shape, strange sigils on the stone in illuminated script of this deathly language; circles and squares of purple light intersected and spun. A rotating hellscape.
Rushing forth in devilry from the center of the summoning circle; a mass of skeletons in a parade belched upwards and merged into a horrid ambination. A towering Undead Hulk. It's mighty great ax, rusted and covered in a black ichor, was raised high now.
The vile monstrosity within reach, lashed out mighty tendrils and ensnared the lower portion of the abomination yet was met with a great cleave as a unholy roar echoed in the darkness. The ax came down, crashing into the still flaming mouth of the slug-like foe and a scream reverberated into the rubble. The ax strike was true, the bladed head of the ax tore through the amorphous form and collided with the ground beneath it; bissecting what could only be described as it's head.
Yet, the fell creature still lived. It's tendril, flaming, lifted the Undead Hulk high and sent it smashing into the stone below, a tremor was felt at Bellighul's feet. He knew well his Hulk could not withstand it for much longer; thus in a great sweeping motion, the Hulk dragged it's ax upward now and severed two tendrils in a second strike.
"It is nearly done...destroy it before it recovers. Pay no mind to my summon; for it is nothing."