Wizard Mercenaries RP

[trogdor1316]

Troq began his trek into the wild in the early morning, hoping to find and kill Utheri before nightfall. He was in luck; the cabin seemed to be resonating with magical energy from the items within, and was incredibly easy to track. Either the mage was too powerful to need to hide, or the townspeople were too stupid to realize that he wasn't; he hoped it was the second, but all the same.

He arrived at the small cabin and drew his enchanted dagger. He knocked on the door a few times; no answer. "Anybody home?" He knocked a few more times, then started to be impatient. He took a few steps back and ran forward, bashing the door down.

As he entered, he saw a man sitting at a table, reading by candlelight. He fit the description of Utheri, but before Troq could do anything, he spoke. "The door was unlocked, you know."

"Eh. My way was more fun. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the fun way. Hand over your staff."

Utheri sighed. "You aren't the first bounty hunter, you know. I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into."

He dissapeared from sight, then reappeared behind Troq, holding a dagger to his throat. "So tell me. In what manner would you prefer for me to turn you into a corpse?"

Troq laughed. "Don't bother. I already am." He quickly smashed his head backwards, breaking Utheri's nose and stunning him. As Utheri fell away, he cut across Troq's throat with the dagger, slitting the flesh. He stopped, looking quizzically at the gash that should have been pouring blood, from whence none came.

"A zombie? No, too intelligent. Ah! Of course. A lich. I've considered doing that. No matter; I will simply have to dismember you one peice at a time."

Uth rushed at Troq, the adrenaline keeping him from feeling the pain of his broken nose. Troq laughed again, and sidestepped the rushing attack. As Uth passed Troq, he threw the dagger backwards, burying the blade in Troq's femur.

Troq fell into one knee, the grabbed the dagger out of his leg and pulled it away, small chunks of flesh clinging to the blade.

Uth quickly stopped, grabbing his staff from the wall he was now near. He chanted magical words as this time Troq rushed him, both daggers ready to strike. As he was about to stab into the man's ribcage, he was pulled backwards by a rope wrapping around his navel that was sprouting from the opposite wall. He struggled with all his might, but to no avail. He could not escape.

"Now then. Let's discuss this matter, shall we? Who sent you here?" Uth pullled two more daggers out of his robes and stabbed Troq's hands to the wall. He was completely helpless.

"I don't know, I take what jobs I can get."

"That isn't good enough! Tell me, or I will let you watch as I burn your unfeeling body into ashes!"

Troq looked him directly in the face. "You want to know who wants you dead? Fine. I'll tell you. Right...NOW!" He shouted the last word at the top of his lungs, and a skeletal warrior he had summoned beforehand rushed through the open door. Uth turned and bashed the warrior with his staff, the magical stick causing it to turn into nothing but a pile of bones. While he was distracted, Troq tore his hands off of the wall, daggers and all, and used those same daggers to slice the rope holding him. He ran to Uth and held the man with a dagger to his throat. "Hm. Seems familiar, doesn't it? If you don't want to die, you'll drop that staff."

Utheri did as he was told, then Troq slashed across his throat anyway, and picked up the staff before the growing puddle of blood on the floor touched it. He left the cabin and headed back to town.

((That, my friends, was one of the coolest fight scenes I've ever gotten to write. I'm going to update my character bio.))