The Runefang Chronicles (For Archangel99)

[Ecnalab]

"Well, they were lovers, not fighters. Now, lets see just what you can do with that staff." With a powerful beat of his wings, the Imp Lord was in the air, streaking toward Lazarus with bloodlust in his eyes.

 

[Archangel99]

With a snarl, he swings for the imp!
[6]
Unfortunately, he misjudges the imp's speed, and takes the full brunt of the damage .

 

[Ecnalab]

Lazarus swung his staff, but by the time it finished it's arc the Imp Lord just wasn't there. "Hello," said a smoldering voice from right behind him. Before Lazarus could even turn to regard his attacker, a great ball of flame detonated against his back, sending him sprawling onto the floor. [8 damage]

 

[Archangel99]

"AAHH! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!" He yells, rolling around on the floor as he puts the flames out, before standing up, the smell of burning fur filling the air.
"Humph." He says, dusting himself off. "That was not nice." He mutters, leaping forwards and taking two quick jabs at his stomach, before swinging at his head. [14, 10, 12] and dealing 6, 9, and 9 damage respectively.

[Hits are shit. XD]

 

[Ecnalab]

The sharpened tip of Lazarus' staff plunged into his opponent's stomach, and he lurched forward. The moment of triumph was short lived, however, when the Imp Lord's face twisted into a smile. All at once, his body exploded into a mass of fluttering particles. But, when Lazarus looked closer, he realized that the tiny pieces were actually Baltrom. Dozens of him, or at least tiny copies of him. They swarmed around Lazarus in a cloud of cackling laughter, and slashing claws.

 

[Archangel99]

"What the fuck!?" He snarls, his tails lighting up as he starts flinging magic all over the place, trying to hit the mini Balcroms. [10] He's able to release the magic, but doesn't exactly aim it.

 

[Ecnalab]

Dozens of the tiny demons fell to the floor, before bursting in puffs of purple smoke. The trails of vapor snaked through the air to join with one of the mini imps, which started to grow at a frightening speed. Eventually, all of the tiny copies were gone, and the Imp Lord stood at his full height once more. "Nice try," he chuckled, before diving at Lazarus once more.

 

[Archangel99]

"Oh fuck you!" He yells, swinging for his head again. [9] and dealing 14 damage.

 

[Ecnalab]

Once more, Lazarus' staff struck home, and once more the blow that should have toppled the demon, merely split him into cloud of tiny copies. They swarmed over Lazarus, biting and clawing, at exposed skin.

 

[Archangel99]

He snarls and dives away, growling. How the fuck was he supposed to beat this fucker!?
"You know... Now would be a good time to reveal what fucking power you have stored in there." He growls, looking at his staff.

 

[Ecnalab]

[Make a defy danger check, using charisma.]

 

[Archangel99]

[6+1=7]
He felt something... But he wasn't sure what...

 

[Ecnalab]

Meanwhile, the swarm surged overhead, and the tiny demons held out extended hands. A rain of tiny embers suddenly fell upon Lazarus, [4 damage.] singeing his fur. However, through it all, he felt something. A faint pull from his staff.

 

[Archangel99]

He glances at his staff again, and, though as silly as it sounded to him, tried to reach out to it with his mind.

[Another one? Same thing?]

 

[Ecnalab]

[Nope, just follow the prompts. You feel the staff pulling.]

 

[Archangel99]

He lets the staff "pull" his mind where he wanted to... Though he had no idea if it was going to work.

 

[Ecnalab]

The end of his staff pulled toward the imp swarm, zeroing in on one imp in particular.

 

[Archangel99]

He immediately jabs the staff forwards, trying to hit the imp. [9] and dealing 8 damage.

 

[Ecnalab]

The imp was impaled on the end of Lazarus' staff. For a moment he just hung there staring wide-eyed, before all at once he, and the rest of the swarm, exploded into a thick purple mist. It took several minutes, but when the mist cleared, the Imp Lord was gone.

 

[Archangel99]

"Whew... Thanks." He mutters, looking down at his staff, before looking around the room.

 

[Ecnalab]

The throne room was deathly silent now, and for a moment Lazarus could breath easy.

 

[Archangel99]

And breathe easy he does, taking in a deep breath, before letting it out slowly. Seemed it was over... For now.

 

[Ecnalab]

As he let himself relax for a moment, something caught Lazarus' eye. A golden chalice sitting on the armrest of Balcrom's throne.

 

[Archangel99]

He blinks, then walks over to it, taking a peek to see what was inside it.

 

[Ecnalab]

Inside the goblet were dozens of tiny crystals. "Yes! Finally!" cried a voice from behind him.
Spinning around, Lazarus saw Eleanor standing in the doorway, with Elizabeth behind her. The little glimmerling flew over to Lazarus and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his face into her chest as she hugged him as tightly as she could. "You big beautiful puppy, I knew you could do it!" she cheered.
Elizabeth, meanwhile crept up beside the two and peered into the cup. "Ooo, what's that?" she asked, curiously.

 

[Archangel99]

"Thanks. Now maybe don't suffocate me in tits?" He says, grabbing her ass and trying to pull her off, laughing all the while.

 

[Ecnalab]

Eleanor's eyes lit up when she saw the goblet. "That, my dear, is lethizite; the crystalized remains of a soul."

 

[Archangel99]

"Great... So... Which one is hers?" He asks, pulling her down and holding her like a teddy bear as he walks closer, squishing her into his body.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Just bring her close to it, and hers should react to it's original body," replied Eleanor. "Why do you ask?"

 

[Archangel99]

"Because I still have to complete my mission." He murmurs, taking Elizabeth's hand and pulling her closer to the chalice.