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Evilzoe:Yes it is.
Zezima:Its not marked as a storage room.
Evilzoe

h, that’s to prevent thievery of course.
She wasn’t looking directly at him. Her eyes seemed concentrated upon something behind Zezima’s head. He half-turned to look behind him, caught a quick movement out of the corner of his eye, and, without thinking, dropped to the ground. Something droned past overhead and a moment later an ear-splitting crack reverberated through the corridor.
Darkman:****
Stone shards showered down onto Zezima as he rolled fluidly sideways and Elitemage’s flail smacked the ground where he had been. A fire wave from the Ahrim’s passed nearby, a blast of warm air as though from a furnace briefly assaulting him. There was a scream as the fire connected with Elitemage.
Everything about Zezima was scrambling feet as he tried to regain his own. People backed away attempting to get a good shot or swing at him without impeding others. A swish was all the warning Zezima got of a granite maul ripping the air, bright light the only sign of approaching spells. A Kharil bolt skidded off his blue dragon armor, tearing a gash in it that flapped against his arm and drew blood. Another fire attack and this time Zezima wasn’t able to get out of the way fast enough. It scorched his back, the blue dragonhide armor repelling most of its heat but not all. Too many things were happening at once. The maul was coming again, just as he was getting up. Rolling back onto his hands and using them to spring forward he was able to clear the weapon’s low swing and gain his feet.
A flash of the eyes showed Zezima the Veracker was down. He was sprawled on the ground, pieces of melted armor fused with the mess that had been his chest. Another elitist in full dragon with a granite maul painted fiery red was advancing on Zezima, almost blocking the Veracker from view and bringing his weapon ponderously upwards for another lethal sweep.

27-May-2006 22:07:58

Azure Sunday

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The Ahrim’s hung back behind the maul, waiting for the right moment to discharge more fire. A Kharil bolt thudded into the back of Zezima’s calf, the place where his head might have been before clearing the maul. A jolt was all Zezima felt, like someone kicking him in the leg. He saw his chance and dove for the mage, passing close to the bearer of the maul and causing him to perform an awkward swing that failed completely. The mage jumped from his path, and Zezima bypassed him, rolling forward with his momentum and reaching out to wrest the flail from Elitemage’s lifeless hand.
For one horrendous moment he thought he was not going to get the flail. Elitemage seemed to be grasping it with a vice-like grip even in death and Zezima’s hand was almost wrenched from its shaft before it broke loose. The flail did break loose though, and Zezima, whose roll had been stopped by the pull required to acquire the flail rolled sideways now into a crouch. Another fiery flare blazed past him to scorch a wall a short distance down the hall. The flail was much like the numbchucks Zezima had used in the battle on Zezima Isle and he wielded it easily. The spiked head buzzed through the air in deadly spirals as he rushed the remaining elitists. Perhaps not the wisest course of action, but it was better to have your enemies in sight than behind your back.
Another fire wave crackled swiftly from the Ahrim staff, but Zezima’s adrenaline was up and he dodged the conflagration easily, leaping sideways and passing between it and the wall. His flail whipped out and caught the Ahrim’s in the face, causing a spray of bone and blood to mist the air. He didn’* spare another thought for the mage but continued his mad dash towards the mauler, who was already fleeing, and Evilzoe who was kneeling and gazing down the sight of a leveled crossbow.

27-May-2006 22:08:08

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A black bolt screamed out of the contraption and caught Zezima in the side, easily puncturing his dragon armor at the close range, its barbed tip digging into his skin. He still staggered onwards though, and Evilzoe quickly decided on retreat. She swiveled around and hurried down the corridor only to duck off into a perpendicular passageway and out of view a few seconds later.
Zezima tried to chase her but found his energy rapidly draining from him. His left leg felt stiff and wooden, and his chest burned with every breath as though he were breathing fire. He slowed to a stagger. Mechanically, his hand went down to the smooth black shaft that protruded from his skin and felt it rise and fall with his ragged breaths. It would be nice to sit down, to rest. But he forced himself onwards, using the wall when his quickly swelling leg failed to support him. Resting would mean death if something was bleeding inside. His best chance now was to find Voldemort or someone he could trust. He turned on his private chat and messaged Voldemort.
Zezima:You coming to the arena?
Voldemort:Wow, you actually pmed me!
Zezima:Are you coming?
Voldemort:Yea, I found the noobs!
A(C)zraeleterni:Zezima?
Zezima:Come quick.
He turned off his private chat before A(C)zraeleterni could pm him again then turned it on once more when he realized what Voldemort had said.
Zezima:You found the noobs?
A(C)zraeleterni:You’re in the Wildy?
Voldemort:Yea, there’s a huge gathering around Zezima Isle.
Zezima

, ok. Get here quickly. Eastern side.
Zezima:We'll talk more then.
He turned off his private chat again. At least he knew where the noobs were now. But why Zezima Isle? Were they resting before going deeper into the Wilderness?
He reached an intersection and turned left. Details he had picked out on his trip in were starting to intrude upon his suddenly tired mind. His chest felt numb now, a blankness that seemed to be spreading all along his left side. He had to find the exit quickly.

27-May-2006 22:08:20

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No elitists would be able to locate him down in these tunnels. What were these tunnels anyway? Some old underground shelter?
Another junction, this time he turned left. And there, at the end of the tunnel stood the door standing slightly ajar. Whoever had been last to leave had not bothered closing it.
He could smell the rancid scent of his own blood now, and, looking down at the hand that was still resting on the arrow shaft he saw that a dark layer of crimson fluid was seeping over its fingers. The air around him suddenly smelled too musty and bile crept up his throat. The tunnel about him seemed to swim dizzily in his head. He reeled on and was able to reach the door and squeeze himself through it without much pain before collapsing, exhausted, against the cool outer wall of the fortress. He concentrated on not retching, and was able to hold it back with an effort. He tried to move his left hand and was only able to make it slip off of the shaft and fall wetly to the ground. He tried to get up and found his legs would not let him. And so he lay there, and his last thoughts before he lost consciousness were of the disloyal elitists. Evilzoe and a man in dragon with a maul. He would remember them and have Voldemort track them down and kill them when he recovered.

27-May-2006 22:08:34

Azure Sunday

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64 – Duel of the Noobs

Within the fight pit leaders stood,
The noobs all gathered ‘round,
One with white robes lacking hood,
The other fire-crowned.

The cheers were deafening. They poured in from every direction, so loud he thought his eardrums might be crushed into his skull. There were ‘boo**’ *swell but they were few in number. Most of Ratherdashng’s noobs were sitting further down, closer to the pit. Cheezit92 stood at the entrance to the fight pits and raised his hands to the ceiling. The cheering rose to an ear-splitting volume. He lowered his hands and brought the volume back down. Trying to look as confident as he could in his white robes, he swaggered down the steps to the fight pits where Ratherdashng was already waiting for him. He was kind of nervous about his strength which had not recovered the two levels it had lost during the druid incident. No, he consoled himself, nothing would go wrong, not as long as he had his trusty bronze dagger and robes. He hadn’t thought that desert robes would be so breezy down…there.
Tents had been hastily cleared out of the arena for this event and now what looked like a million noobs sat avidly in the elliptical stands, watching Cheezit92 descend the stairs. Ratherdashng stood in the elliptical pit and watched with the rest. He had decided to wear robes as well, although they were black, and at his side hung a red scabbard with golden inlays that flashed in the light which flared from hundreds of heads and scores of torches set up around the stadium. Cheezit92 had heard rumors of the blade that rested in that scabbard. Supposedly Ratherdashng had wrested it from the grip of the mighty dragon - Trogdor. Dondelur stood beside Ratherdashng and they seemed to be discussing something between them as Cheezit92 climbed down.
It seemed hours before Cheezit92’s foot thudded onto the hard-packed dirt of the pit. A puff of dust spread upwards from under that foot. Everything seemed a lot bigger down here.

27-May-2006 22:09:08

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He stopped and looked around at the crowds, their faces stared back at him, each trying to shout their slogan or opinion louder than the rest. For a moment a disconnected feeling seemed to overcome him, as though this weren’t real, this were just a dream. Discollama2 was watching from the front row, and, seeing Cheezit92 glance in his direction, gave Cheezit92 a thumbs up and reassuringly patted his bow. In fact now that Cheezit92 looked, many in the crowd bore arms. Numerous bows were visible, most strapped to backs of the noobs but some being held at the ready. Mage clothes dotted the gathered rebels. Apparently Cheezit92 wasn’t the only one wary of foul play. He had his dagger and robes, nothing would go wrong.
He realized he had been standing around too long and hastily proceeded to where Ratherdashng was standing. Dondelur sneered menacingly at him. For once he was not crafting anything with his hands.
Ratherdashng:Hello
Cheezit92:What did you call me?
Ratherdashng:I just said hello
Cheezit92

The crowds were becoming quieter, the sea of faces taking on a more serious hue as the sense of an impending speech settled in.
Ratherdashng:You ready?
Cheezit92:What did you call me?
Ratherdashng

, nvm
Ratherdashng strode out in front of Cheezit92 and addressed the crowds who immediately fell silent. Those few who still whispered amongst themselves were quietly and for the most part brutally forced into silence by others.
Ratherdashng:As you all know we are gathered here today
Ratherdashng:To witness the death of a rebel and the birth of a leader
Ratherdashng:Both I and Cheezit92 here –
Cheezit92 stepped forward so he stood a good four feet to the right of Ratherdashng.
Cheezit92:What did you call me?
Ratherdashng ignored him.
Ratherdashng:Are contending for your adherence
Ratherdashng:The rules are simple…
Ratherdashng:A fight to the death
Ratherdashng:The winner leads the noobs
Ratherdashng:The loser...

27-May-2006 22:09:55

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A perfectly timed belch erupted from Grogg’s black pit.
Ratherdashng:Well, the loser gets to find out what Grog* is
Ratherdashng:Anything you want to add?
He turned to Cheezit92.
Cheezit92:Yes, I just wanted to ask
Cheezit92:Why are you so stupid?
He turned and raised his hands to the audience. A large section near the back gave him a standing ovation for his wit. A portion of the front stood up and booed the group in the back. In retaliation the top row fired an arrow which ricocheted off a seat lower down and out into the fight pit, miraculously not hitting anyone. The bottom row prepared to fire back but several fire-headed monks ran in and intervened, restoring order. Ratherdashng waited for the shouts to quiet down.
Ratherdashng:Why am I…
Ratherdashng:So stupid?
Cheezit92:Yea
Ratherdashng:Anything else you want to say or shall we start?
Cheezit92:That will be all, thnx
Ratherdashng:Alright, Dondelur!
Dondelur suddenly shouted out from behind Cheezit92 in a voice that seemed to physically assault his back –
Dondelur

rawr yer weapons!!!
There was a rasp as Ratherdashng’s sword was pulled from its fiery sheath. It was a midnight black sword, like the one Cheezit92 had seen in Baa Bleety’s mural, a sword with a razor-sharp blade that became serated as it neared the hilt. The blade whisked through the air as Ratherdashng assumed a steadfast stance and stopped, resting easily on the balls of his feet. Cheezit92 swiftly reached down to his right side in an attempt to outdo the dramatic sweeps of Ratherdashng’s unsheathing. But where his hand should have encountered the hard hilt of his dagger silk met its grip. He eyed Ratherdashng fiercely as his hand fumbled around at his hip searching for the scabbard. After several seconds of this Cheezit92 decided to look down only to notice to his horror that he was not wearing any scabbard at his hip.

27-May-2006 22:10:29

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For a moment he just looked down, dumbfounded, then his mind involuntarily flashed back to the dinner he had eaten a few hours before. To the dagger he had used to cut his meat and which he had left lying in the tent.
Cheezit92:Uhhh…
He glanced around slowly, searching for words.
Cheezit92:Wait a second
And he ran out of the pit.
Noobs stood up to watch Cheezit92’s dash back up the stairs and some followed him out the archway at the top. Everywhere there was a general confusion. Had Cheezit92 forfeited? Baa Bleety strode out from her place in the stands to confer with Ratherdashng, then quickly returned. Ratherdashng stood, smiling in the center of the fight pits for a moment then he headed over to Dondelur and talked to him. Both of their heads flamed together in the expanse of the pit.
Then there was a flurry of commotion at the archway at the top of the pits and Cheezit92 sprinted through the doorway and down the first few steps before noticing all the eyes on him. Quickly he slowed to a walk and then a strut, making his way down the stairs as though he had meant to leave. Reaching the pit floor he resumed his position opposite Ratherdashng and gestured at Dondelur.
Dondelur:?
Ratherdashng hissed at him –
Ratherdashng:Say it again
And Dondelur nodded and boomed –
Dondelur

raw your weapons!!!
Ratherdashng, who had put his sword back in its scabbard during Cheezit92’s absence, drew it once more and took up his former stance. Cheezit92 whipped his hand down to his side and…and felt only silk. He fumbled around, then looked down and discovered to his relief that he had been reaching down to his right hip. The dagger was on his left. He drew it, thrashed it about swiftly, dropped it, picked it up again and assumed a cool crouching stance.
Dondelur:These are the only weapons you shall lose in the duel!!!
Dondelur:These, or yer hands if yer lose 'em!!!
Dondelur:Let the dool begin!!!

27-May-2006 22:11:23

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Neither Cheezit92 or Ratherdashng moved. Each watched the other, waited for the other to attempt an attack. Every move was noticed, the twitch of a hand, the blink of an eye. Sweat from his run to the camp cast a sheen on Cheezit92’s face in the glare of Ratherdashng’s head. His eyes kept being drawn to that distracting flame.
If there’s any trouble, just wave.
Slowly they began to circle each other, each eyeing the other warily. The murmurs of the crowds disappeared into the background. It was only them.
Ratherdashng:Come on, take a swing
Cheezit92:You first
Around they went, Ratherdashng’s black blade bobbing above the ground, Cheezit92’s dagger held easily at his side. The black ring of Grogg’s pit sat ominously a short distance from them, a belch echoing from it occasionally.
Cheezit92:You’ll wear out first
Cheezit92:That blade’s already sagging
Ratherdashng:No -
And without warning Ratherdashng leaped forward, blade coming up to his shoulder and then sweeping swiftly downwards toward Cheezit92. Cheezit92 caught the blade on his dagger while trying to duck under the cut. The force of the stroke seemed to almost rip his arm from its socket and caused the dagger to go skittering off across the dusty arena while he fell backwards. Cheezit92 immediately did a little roll away from Ratherdashng and went crawling on hands and knees after his dagger. Reaching it he picked it up and rolled sideways and onto his feet, expecting Ratherdashng to be standing near him ready to kill him with his sword. Instead, Ratherdashng stood a good distance away. He gestured for Cheezit92 to get up. Alright, Cheezit92 thought, don’t try to block his sword with the dagger.
Walking back towards Ratherdashng, he stopped a short distance away and they began their slow circling again. This time it was Cheezit92 who broke it. He threw his dagger at Ratherdashng who brought his sword up as though it were a shield.

27-May-2006 22:11:39

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The dagger was caught in Ratherdashng’s robes and didn’t do much harm, but Cheezit92 hadn’t expected it to. He was already running at Ratherdashng, and, Ratherdashng, noticing Cheezit92, tried to bring his sword around to a defensive position but wasn’t able to in time. Cheezit92 jumped at him and tackled him around the middle.Ratherdashng grunted and fell backwards.
Cheezit92 had thoughts only for getting the sword away from Ratherdashng, and, after Ratherdashng hit the floor, Cheezit92 immediately went for Ratherdashng’s sword hand. It became a fight for the sword, both rebel leaders trying to extract the swords hilt from the other’s grip. Eventually Ratherdashng pulled the hilt free from Cheezit92’s grasping fingers and scuttled backwards on his hands and feet, standing up once more a short distance from Cheezit92.
Cheezit92 scanned the ground, spotted the brown glint of his dagger, dived for it and then quickly regained his feet just as Ratherdashng dashed towards him. (C)The black blade whirred down and Cheezit92 threw himself towards the ground, stabbing blindly towards Ratherdashng. His dagger bit into Ratherdashng’* leg as the sword passed harmlessly overhead and he wrenched the small blade free, rolling to his feet and almost falling over upon standing again. His head spun and he heard a faint buzzing sound.
Ratherdashng didn’t allow time for recuperation, the hiss of the black blade came again from behind Cheezit92. He jumped sideways, and the dark blade cut a gash in his arm. Spinning about he saw Ratherdashng trying to break the momentum of the weighty sword and bring it up for another swing. Cheezit92 saw his chance. Leaping toward Ratherdashng, he brought the dagger up for a deadly slash at the man’s chest but missed by a bit and cut Ratherdashng’s sword hand instead. The black man let out a shout and dropped his sword, tried to run backwards away from Cheezit92, tripped on his robes, and fell hard onto the dirt.

27-May-2006 22:11:51

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