Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-5543592-20150330210940

 Tiberius knew he had to be precise. A killing shot would be great, but he only need to scare Dacian. He reached to his quiver and pulled the first arrow free… Dacian meandered down through the clearing. He knew where he needed to head, as he was already on the right side of the river and he had to just run into the path and then follow it from there.

He got about five feet before the air whistled. Dacian stopped and an arrow appeared in front of him. He turned sharply to where he assumed it had come from.

And took one through the thigh. It burned like something else, a kind of pain he had never felt before. Dacian let out a pained gasp, gripped the arrow, and tore it from his leg.

Silver. The arrow head was silver. There were three things a lich was weak to and silver was one of them. Felt his own leg buckle under his weight and he collapsed to the injured limb’s knee. A second arrow hit the ground in front of him. Dacian knew if he stayed still he’d be dead in seconds, but the fact that his attacker was missing either meant he was terrible with a bow, or was very far away. Dacian tucked himself into a roll and launched to his feet. He limped forward trying to out distance his attacker.

He took a second arrow through the small of his back.

Dacian cursed loudly and continued moving, but he was certain he was dead. There was no way he’d be able to outpace anyone in his condition and for some reason he couldn’t levitate. He attributed it to the silver.

He almost considered just letting the attacker kill him.

But this man was certainly a professional, with his facking silver arrows and all, and he would almost certainly finish the job. Then Dacian would really be dead.

But where the hell was he going to go? He was effectively trapped out here in the open with no cover. Unless of course…

The river. He picked up speed, forgetting his pain, and launched himself into the river, which he knew would carry him away to safety. “Ha!”   Tiberius let out a satisfied smile. “The bastard took the bait.”

“Yes, you’re a genius.”   Muttered Alderis. “Now, can you get to your second position? Medea won’t appreciate it if we get him all the way down the waterfall just to let him escape because you were too busy congratulating yourself.” Tiberius didn’t answer her. He shouldered his quiver, gripped his bow, and hurried down the mountainside. Dacian got air in gulps and gasps as he was pushed down the river. He had difficulty keeping himself afloat with his injured leg. The water around his took on a faint shade of red from the drops of blood he was contributing to the rapids.

<p class="MsoNormal">He saw the mill coming up on his right and extended his hand, hoping to catch onto something and pull himself up to land.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then he saw something up on the mill. Or someone. People. A collection of men armed with bows and axes clad in different variants of steel armor were lined up.

<p class="MsoNormal">Well, shit. Dacian was so screwed.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he was carried past them opened fire. The amount of arrows that riddled him was terrifying. He lost count after twelve embedded themselves in his body.

<p class="MsoNormal">And then, to make matters worse, a man wielding a war axe jumped from the mill to Dacian, landing on top of him. He swung down at Dacian’s head and the lich twisted in the water, leaving thick clouds of blood, to avoid getting his head cleaved in his.

<p class="MsoNormal">He put his hand on either side of his attackers head as the spun, almost weightless, down river and blasted inwards with telekinetic energy resulting in a nice, contained, brainy explosion.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian pushed off from the body and let himself drift further, his energy spent. He was powerless to stop himself from getting sucked over the waterfall.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian bounced off rocks and cliffs on his way down, failing to even wince as his own bones crunched on each contact, until finally landing in a swell.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian gasped and choked violently as he washed up out of the swallows onto the riverbank. He couldn’t even roll to completely free himself from the water, so the blood from his many wounds ran down his body to his legs, which were still submerged, and was sucked away by the current.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Dacian Bellamy.”

<p class="MsoNormal">''Great. Now this asshole is going to kill me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re quite a hard man to find. Well, if one can call you a man. Lich.”   Dacian feebly reached into a fold of his robe and pulled his amulet out. He weakly tossed it into the river.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, no.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The man clamped his foot down on the amulet, which had splashed in the water. “Can’t have that getting away from me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dacian looked up at the man and gave him a look of pure hatred. Every single emotion he had suppressed up until this moment was focused into that one glare. The man had pulled his dagger- made out of Daedric metal, another weakness- from a sheath at his waist and lowered the point to Dacian’s chest, just over his heart.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know, I would say I’m sorry. But then, I know what you did. This has been a long time coming, hasn’t it?”   The man smiled at his one-sided conversation. “And people call me cold hearted.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The man smashed his foot down on the amulet. Dacian let out a pained cry. Even in his damaged state he could feel his power escaping him. His life’s work: gone. He was perfectly mortal.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tiberius pressed the point of the dagger down on Dacian’s chest and prepared to stab downward…