Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-10197675-20141104200339

(Got back late last night, wasn't able to post, so here is the continuation of my last post, also if you choose to listen to the track stop it at 5:35 (Depending on how fast you read ))

Meanwhile as the past continued…

Mautarn cautiously made his way up the remaining steps of the stairs from the dooming dungeon, in which he stepped into the large and empowering great Dwarven hall once again, but this time he was no prisoner, but an escapee. Before the Redguard enveloped himself into the room, he scanned his eyes around the hall, finding that there were a few guards standing and straying as watchmen for their omnipotent leader.

Masrumder sat at the head of a large Metal table, whilst eating a regal meal. The Dwemer’s helmet sat on the other end of the table, as the Lord ate without his helm acquired. The Lord also had a large goblet of wine next to his platter, of which he took a royal sip of.

[]Mautarn stared at the Lord anxiously, as the red liquid dribbled down from his lips. The Redguard then watched as Masrumder placed a small tomato in his mouth, chewing it carefully. The Old Mage then looked back around the hall at the surrounding guards, deciding whether upon to just open into a bout, or attempt to stealthily take down his foes… the Redguard decided on the latter, and as Masrumder wiped his mouth to rid of red wine and tomato juice the Redguard burst out from the stair way. Two guards promptly ran over to the absconder, drawing their arms in an informative manna, however they were swiftly scorned by Mautarn, as the Redguard neatly blasted two fire balls at the watchmen, thusly felling them to the ground in a deeply singed state. Mautarn then continued his slow charge towards the now irritated Dwemer, who appeared to be a rising from his chair, interrupted from his meal. However Mautarns speed did not alter, as he sustained his approach to the Lord until he reached the end of the great dining table.

Masrumder gave an unrestful stare to the unwanted Redguard, as he reviled the old man standing opposite him.

Mautarn spoke out loud, his astute voice echoed throughout the large hall.

“I wish to be released from this kingdom, as your foolishness besides me Dwemer. Let me go back to where I came!”

Masrumder stared at the Redguard, his face was lighting up with a torrent of rage.

“Listen to me Redguard… no other species apart from mine is meant to be present within this kingdom, therefore upon your arrival you were immediately judged as an invader… bending our laws. Consequently you were then tossed into our dungeons as I decided what your fate shall be, but I am afraid that as of now you have ruined your chances of leaving here, as you will now fall and decease here it seems, for your crimes appear to be too large to just merely put aside. So prepare for my wrath… Redguard!”

Masrumder then unsheathed a Great Greatsword from his back, he held it tightly whilst gritting his teeth. Unhelmed the Dwemer then threw the large table aside creating a clear path towards him and his target, Masrumder then strived forwards towards the Redguard, who started to blast ineffective fireballs at the Lord in a surged desperation to stop him.

Masrumder whispered under his breath “Fool.”

Before then swinging his mighty Claymore at his foe, who quickly dashed back and out of the way. Staggering backwards Mautarn quickly picked up a burnt Watchmen’s Dwarven Sword, of which he used to then block another strike from the Dwemer, but unfortunately for the Redguard this strike was so slender and powerful, that it cut the puny Dwarven Sword in two, thusly tripping Mautarn once again, as he quickly fenced backwards away from his more powerful foe.

Masrumder grunted and huffed as he trudged along after the Old Man once again and with all his force the Dwemer attempted to smite the Redguard once more as he unleashed another strike, which sliced across the chest of the Redguard, sending him to the ground in a tumble. Mautarn then had to hastily slide to the side as the Dwemer attempted to finish the old man of, by slamming his Claymore down and towards Mautarn, but instead of tearing into the flesh of the Redguard, the Great Sword impacted into the hard stone floor, which sent an almighty jolt through the sword, shattering it and causing the Lord to fall to the ground in a heap. Mautarn then quickly got up, as he attempted to flee from the Lord, whilst clenching his stomach gravely. However this angered Masrumder, as the large Dwemer raised up and charged down the Redguard shunting his large boot into the Old Man’s back, crippling him and sending him flying into the wall of the great hall.

Mautarn quickly turned himself over sitting himself up against the wall to face the Dwemer, flooded in pain he then relentlessly fired a barrage of Ice Spikes at the Lord from his right hand, as his left clenched his sliced stomach.

Most of the Spikes entered the Dwemer’s body, not slowing or halting him, it almost as if he was immortal and didn’t except the pain. The Dwemer slowly approached the Redguard smirking, with Ice Spikes implanted within the majority of his armour. He stood a few metres away from the Redguard.

“This is the end for you, hahaha, may I know your name Redguard… so it can be spread throughout my kingdom, so you can be known as the fool who attempted to defeat me.”

With a crazed expression upon his face Mautarn yelled his name back at the Dwemer, whilst casting one last Ice Spike.

“Mautarn!” The Redguard struggled to say his name as his breath withered. However the Ice Spike did not as the poorly aimed projectile ripped off one of the Dwemer’s fingers, of which it acquired an old and enchanted ring which flew up into the air still attached to the finger which landed next to Mautarns leg.

In a state of ecstatic shock Masrumder clenched his hand, whilst his eyes looked at were his finger used to be, the Dwemer then started to scream out in extreme pain, as all his past injuries started to come back to him, of which they had been locked out by the mysterious enchanted ring. Still clenching his hand the Dwemer then knelt down to the ground, he raised his head, looking u at the ceiling, whilst still yelling out in pain. The Dwemer then strayed as his body then thudded down to the ground… lifeless the lord now was… as the loss of his ring had killed him…