The destructive rivalry
Jexak and Dynasteelen Had always been at odds since thier inception. The villain and his nemesis. But in this place and on this plane was that so apparent. The following is my recount of a particularly nasty event. A travelling bard made a report on this in part; but they (alongside the following roll of paper) were found at the scene. the unrolled scroll itself is spattered with blood, and the bard's body was found flattened under a heap of rubble.
'The revenant stood stoicly at the Ruined gates of Spirit-Lake city. He stared his foe in the face. Eyes of blue and gold shone in opposition against the pale midsummer moon. I watched from the safe comfort of the brush as these two titant circled one another, and gave thier opening rebukes.
"So-You've come back to gloat about the mess you've made, hm?" The necromancer hero spat; his normally jovial smile twisted into a furious scowl. The other merely laughed, thier emothions masked by shadow.
"Oh Jexak, you sentimental fool. You cavort with death all the while and yet can't stand to see the ruins of the inevitable@" The dark lord taunted; reveling in the desolation they claim to have caused. certainly they were at fault for the reality-warping disasters of our time. And yet the brave hero remained unfazed when beholding this...monster. He threw a hefty punch at the Dark lord, only to find his fist connect with naught more than the night sky. Unsurprising, I suppose. In response they pre-emptively rolled clear of a ruthless lunge of knives; courtesy of thier fated adversary. The pair found ground again and returned to their furious dance. Both knew the tricks and tactics of the other like the back of their hands,and thus were incredibly wary.
The standoff was finally broken by Jexak Charging thier nemesis; altering direction to predict the other's dodge. However Dynasteelen was several steps ahead; and merely teleported upwards. They stood on the roof of a delipidated shop, gloating.
"Such recklessness! And yet you have the gall to call me out on my ambitious behaviour~" They crowed. This smugness was abruptly cut short by the revenant tearing down the building they were perched upon with a single powerful blow to the brickwork. As Dynasteelen came tumbling down; gravity met in harmony with momentum, as an unarmed stike caught them square in the Jawline. In retaliation Dynasteelen lashed out with a barrage of dark magic; hoping to overwhelm their eternal foe long enough to tear them apart with hidden blades.
Yet the stalwort Hero remained stood firm; wincing perhaps at the pain but not succumbing to the dreaded black lightning. Instead they stepped forward with intent; countering with a salvo of their own. Sharp shards of bone were directed to the target, who was forced once again to dodge to safety. This time Dynasteelen was no where to be found, likely hiding they the unfair coward they were known to be. I made the foolish desicion to get closer, leaving the safety of the bushes and hiding behind the gate. As I peered into the ruins I saw the fleeting afterimage of what had to be the dark lord, skulking about and trying to disorientate Jexak. The latter responded by breaking apart the already crumbling walls of the once bustling city.
"Why do you insist on these stupid boring games!" The necromancer shouted with frustration. " all you do is delay what should be a simple battle!" They continued with this tirade until all around them was rubble. Worryingly enough of few of their blows had made the ground shake. I had heard tales of the power of these two, but now would I see it with my own two eyes?
Dynasteelen eventually emerged, and grappled the other from behind. They attempted to decapite Jexak, who put up a furious struggle. They managed to get free, but not without severe lacerations to thier neck. blue blood seeped from the open wound, though it seemed to be more like a gas than a liquid. Nevertheless The necromancer pivoted a half turn and Pummeled thier assailant with a flurry of brutal blows, even going as far as to punch them through a large decorative pillar. In order to maintain eyesight I was made to move again; taking shelter in a long dried ditch. I witnessed Dynasteelen grabbed by the head and repeatedly slammed into the plaza fountain, cracking the already damaged masterwork. In a flash the tables were turned, and the necromancer held aloft by telekinetic magic.
Jexak was flung hard into the fountain, shattering both it and likely several of his bones. He did not stop there however, as momentum carried him through several buildings and upward through the ceiling of a townhouse. From that point his fist seemingly extended, choking Dynasteelen by the throat. It seemed that Jexak had some sort of arcane equipment. His hands wer not flesh but metal, connected with a spool of arcane metal chain. Regardless, the scene before me was nothing short of legendary. Both parties in a stalemate; both poised to kill or incapacitate the other. I saw that Jexak had been 'aimed' in the direction of the cathedral. I don't know a great deal about the undead, but I am certain that there is still some holy energy within that mostly in~'
The account ends here, with a long line at the end-presumably from the writers pen as they were unexpectedly struck by a mass of falling bricks and mortar.
'The revenant stood stoicly at the Ruined gates of Spirit-Lake city. He stared his foe in the face. Eyes of blue and gold shone in opposition against the pale midsummer moon. I watched from the safe comfort of the brush as these two titant circled one another, and gave thier opening rebukes.
"So-You've come back to gloat about the mess you've made, hm?" The necromancer hero spat; his normally jovial smile twisted into a furious scowl. The other merely laughed, thier emothions masked by shadow.
"Oh Jexak, you sentimental fool. You cavort with death all the while and yet can't stand to see the ruins of the inevitable@" The dark lord taunted; reveling in the desolation they claim to have caused. certainly they were at fault for the reality-warping disasters of our time. And yet the brave hero remained unfazed when beholding this...monster. He threw a hefty punch at the Dark lord, only to find his fist connect with naught more than the night sky. Unsurprising, I suppose. In response they pre-emptively rolled clear of a ruthless lunge of knives; courtesy of thier fated adversary. The pair found ground again and returned to their furious dance. Both knew the tricks and tactics of the other like the back of their hands,and thus were incredibly wary.
The standoff was finally broken by Jexak Charging thier nemesis; altering direction to predict the other's dodge. However Dynasteelen was several steps ahead; and merely teleported upwards. They stood on the roof of a delipidated shop, gloating.
"Such recklessness! And yet you have the gall to call me out on my ambitious behaviour~" They crowed. This smugness was abruptly cut short by the revenant tearing down the building they were perched upon with a single powerful blow to the brickwork. As Dynasteelen came tumbling down; gravity met in harmony with momentum, as an unarmed stike caught them square in the Jawline. In retaliation Dynasteelen lashed out with a barrage of dark magic; hoping to overwhelm their eternal foe long enough to tear them apart with hidden blades.
Yet the stalwort Hero remained stood firm; wincing perhaps at the pain but not succumbing to the dreaded black lightning. Instead they stepped forward with intent; countering with a salvo of their own. Sharp shards of bone were directed to the target, who was forced once again to dodge to safety. This time Dynasteelen was no where to be found, likely hiding they the unfair coward they were known to be. I made the foolish desicion to get closer, leaving the safety of the bushes and hiding behind the gate. As I peered into the ruins I saw the fleeting afterimage of what had to be the dark lord, skulking about and trying to disorientate Jexak. The latter responded by breaking apart the already crumbling walls of the once bustling city.
"Why do you insist on these stupid boring games!" The necromancer shouted with frustration. " all you do is delay what should be a simple battle!" They continued with this tirade until all around them was rubble. Worryingly enough of few of their blows had made the ground shake. I had heard tales of the power of these two, but now would I see it with my own two eyes?
Dynasteelen eventually emerged, and grappled the other from behind. They attempted to decapite Jexak, who put up a furious struggle. They managed to get free, but not without severe lacerations to thier neck. blue blood seeped from the open wound, though it seemed to be more like a gas than a liquid. Nevertheless The necromancer pivoted a half turn and Pummeled thier assailant with a flurry of brutal blows, even going as far as to punch them through a large decorative pillar. In order to maintain eyesight I was made to move again; taking shelter in a long dried ditch. I witnessed Dynasteelen grabbed by the head and repeatedly slammed into the plaza fountain, cracking the already damaged masterwork. In a flash the tables were turned, and the necromancer held aloft by telekinetic magic.
Jexak was flung hard into the fountain, shattering both it and likely several of his bones. He did not stop there however, as momentum carried him through several buildings and upward through the ceiling of a townhouse. From that point his fist seemingly extended, choking Dynasteelen by the throat. It seemed that Jexak had some sort of arcane equipment. His hands wer not flesh but metal, connected with a spool of arcane metal chain. Regardless, the scene before me was nothing short of legendary. Both parties in a stalemate; both poised to kill or incapacitate the other. I saw that Jexak had been 'aimed' in the direction of the cathedral. I don't know a great deal about the undead, but I am certain that there is still some holy energy within that mostly in~'
The account ends here, with a long line at the end-presumably from the writers pen as they were unexpectedly struck by a mass of falling bricks and mortar.
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