Post by yhaguen on Jul 23, 2017 7:07:07 GMT -8
All was still dark and deep in the night, when a sudden stir arised from the Krak Aograun's depths. Preparations were in progress. The face closed and the practiced gesture, the hunter was meticulously selecting supplies.
It is said that Luna is the city of light, and, well, it is! Shining by arts, museums, and above all, the Chivalrous faith of its Paladins. However, more light is bright the bigger the shadow is. And about that Shadow, Gragas is the secret's keeper.
One of the most powerful daemon, a Deofol named Sinifil was trapped around. I imagine a long time ago, the Paladins had had no alternative to avoid the city decimation. Thus, They trapped him in another plane. Since, this plane becomes the Challenge Tower, a place where braves a sent with promises of fortune and glory. Typically a Paladin's tactic, what they are not able to do by themselves they make it shinny and ask others to do it... But let pass on this.
On his side, busy on supplies, your humble servant was staying focus on task ahead. He was the last of an ancient and already vanished order who tracked this kind of nightmares: The Ordo Venatoris.
One can even say it was not the first time I was leaving for this expedition. I went trough the tower maze of corridors numerous times to find and face the Deofol. But he is a tough one.
Over the time I have exhausted lots of tactics. Never ever a hunt had not consumed me so much by its difficulties. I tried to poison him, to make it run into walls of fire, to test him against all the magic schools... and some others, to corner him with invocation hordes... All of them on his Daemon face! Trust me, I have exhausted a lot of stupid ideas to be able to see a little scratch on him.
The most stupid idea was probably to discord him with my lute! As if a Deofol would be amused by a little song. I vaguely remember the one made by his laughter and my cracking bones!
Aahhh, and the dragon story needs to be told! The idea came from a simple fact, if by myself I get mauled like a sack of apple, maybe a bigger bag will hold. So I went seeking for a dragon's egg, a legendary one, the Drow Guardian one. I have long brought death them before finding the one so expected. But actually this was one of my easiest problem I have faced ... Have you ever tried to grow up this kind of mare? It eats all the time, it never listens and it takes a crazy place when it starts to get a teen! And for what? Always the same song (laughter and broken bones echoing ) as a new result, the song was longer in time because of the dragon's bones sound first following a happy ending of my cracking skeleton voice. What a pleasant step forward!
But the time had come to show to the paladins what kind of chicks they are! I had only one card left in my pocket. Give up? No way!!
Once again I came to see Gragas. Once again he opened the way. And Once again I progressed over the Ziggurat.
He was there, magnificent & arrogant, his eyes lost on the horizon, surrounded by two shades in the middle of a bloody pentagram, with his cloak moving in the fresh wind....
What followed was too terrible on both sides to be described here. I was exhausted, covered with wounds, on the edge of the agony and it was like none of my blows did even weaken him. Then suddenly, in what I seemed to be a strange smile, he slumped. Keeping my guard stance, I approached his body and cut his head with a single blow. Almost out of breath, gathering my last strengths, I plunged my blade into his blood and began the ritual of binding his soul into my weapon.
It was time for me to come back home, heal my wounds first, then get ready. Other hunts have to be led!
It is said that Luna is the city of light, and, well, it is! Shining by arts, museums, and above all, the Chivalrous faith of its Paladins. However, more light is bright the bigger the shadow is. And about that Shadow, Gragas is the secret's keeper.
One of the most powerful daemon, a Deofol named Sinifil was trapped around. I imagine a long time ago, the Paladins had had no alternative to avoid the city decimation. Thus, They trapped him in another plane. Since, this plane becomes the Challenge Tower, a place where braves a sent with promises of fortune and glory. Typically a Paladin's tactic, what they are not able to do by themselves they make it shinny and ask others to do it... But let pass on this.
On his side, busy on supplies, your humble servant was staying focus on task ahead. He was the last of an ancient and already vanished order who tracked this kind of nightmares: The Ordo Venatoris.
One can even say it was not the first time I was leaving for this expedition. I went trough the tower maze of corridors numerous times to find and face the Deofol. But he is a tough one.
Over the time I have exhausted lots of tactics. Never ever a hunt had not consumed me so much by its difficulties. I tried to poison him, to make it run into walls of fire, to test him against all the magic schools... and some others, to corner him with invocation hordes... All of them on his Daemon face! Trust me, I have exhausted a lot of stupid ideas to be able to see a little scratch on him.
The most stupid idea was probably to discord him with my lute! As if a Deofol would be amused by a little song. I vaguely remember the one made by his laughter and my cracking bones!
Aahhh, and the dragon story needs to be told! The idea came from a simple fact, if by myself I get mauled like a sack of apple, maybe a bigger bag will hold. So I went seeking for a dragon's egg, a legendary one, the Drow Guardian one. I have long brought death them before finding the one so expected. But actually this was one of my easiest problem I have faced ... Have you ever tried to grow up this kind of mare? It eats all the time, it never listens and it takes a crazy place when it starts to get a teen! And for what? Always the same song (laughter and broken bones echoing ) as a new result, the song was longer in time because of the dragon's bones sound first following a happy ending of my cracking skeleton voice. What a pleasant step forward!
But the time had come to show to the paladins what kind of chicks they are! I had only one card left in my pocket. Give up? No way!!
Once again I came to see Gragas. Once again he opened the way. And Once again I progressed over the Ziggurat.
He was there, magnificent & arrogant, his eyes lost on the horizon, surrounded by two shades in the middle of a bloody pentagram, with his cloak moving in the fresh wind....
What followed was too terrible on both sides to be described here. I was exhausted, covered with wounds, on the edge of the agony and it was like none of my blows did even weaken him. Then suddenly, in what I seemed to be a strange smile, he slumped. Keeping my guard stance, I approached his body and cut his head with a single blow. Almost out of breath, gathering my last strengths, I plunged my blade into his blood and began the ritual of binding his soul into my weapon.
It was time for me to come back home, heal my wounds first, then get ready. Other hunts have to be led!
?? - IT'S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY.