Title: Inn room nr 8
DornKoon - January 9, 2010 01:57 PM (GMT)
*from the plaza/inn*
Sartor walked into the room, he softly closed the door behind him and locked it with the key he got from the person behind the counter. He then slipped it inside of his robe and began to walk across the floor, he stopped next to one of the windows and glanced out on the busy plaza outside. It was going to be a few changes around here...but he needed to wait until the just right moment.
His hand picked out a small black crystal from inside of the robe, he examined it...stroked the surface a few times with his pale fingers. "Soon Noth, your great mission will start. Your power is going to be more then enough to cause the chaos I need for this to work out" he said. The sorcerer then returned the crystal into the robe with a gentle gesture. The red eyes glanced out on the plaza once again, he knew Thoriphes was there somewhere in the town, along with Circe and a few others. But more people was going to come and others was going to notice, he just had to meditate a little and get things starting.
Sartor walked to the bed and sat down on it, he placed himself in a meditation position. After taking a breath of air the sorcerer closed his eyes and went into his shekiah meditation, there was places he had to visit and things to do.
DornKoon - February 9, 2010 08:35 PM (GMT)
Sartor opened his eyes as the first part of his work was done, now for the real part to happen! Slowly he picked out a the stone from before and examined it with his eyes, he whispered a few words and it started to pulse with a strange light, sending out waves of energy. He was not going to let it be released in this place, no the order could not know about him. But yet they where going to understand the pain all to much, chaos.
The sorcerer threw the stone out into the air, it was gone in a flash of light. Now he just needed to wait for the focus to be focused onto the right target, everything was working as he had seen it. The stone would appear again....yes it would all to soon.
boot2yahead - March 11, 2010 11:03 PM (GMT)
*From Ramsfort Manner*
A shape of a man apeared in the corner of the room. White hair hanging dow from his tophat and a white mask on his face. He took out his staff and walked up to Sartor.
"Long time no see, Sartor"
DornKoon - March 11, 2010 11:08 PM (GMT)
Sartor had been watching the battle that began to rage outside, it seemed like letting out Noth was a little destructive. But being trapped inside of a rock for such a long time could help someone to build up agressions. Not that the sorcerer could feel rage, but he still knew the feeling and that it was common in the other living being.
The old man heard the sound of the voice when the man talked, he slowly turned so that his back was towards the window and his face looked at the man with the top hat. The red gaze scanned him up and down for a few moment before he said anything. "About 436 years I would guess, give or take a few" he replied. "I trust your in good health?" from the tone of the man's voice he did not care because it lacked all trace of emotions.
boot2yahead - March 11, 2010 11:16 PM (GMT)
"I see you haven't changed. And the way you left us was NOT in good health." Said The Lord.
He walked up to the window and stared out at the battle.
"Not that I mind." He paused. "You seem to be up to your old tricks again, Sartor."
He looked back at the man. Even if you could not tell, Ramsfort was angry. His red pits tried to stare into Sartor, but found nothing. He scoffed and looked out the window again.
DornKoon - March 11, 2010 11:24 PM (GMT)
If what the man said effect Sartor in any small way he did not show anything and just looked at him with the same eyes as before, no sign of anything. "Clearly is would seem that way" he commented slowly. He examined the lord as he walked to the window and looked out.
The sorcerer did not reply to his following words until after a few seconds of silence. "I do what I always are doing, I see no reason why that ever should have changed" he paused to let the words sink in a little. "and you still are weak it would seem, klinging to emotions...." the words was cruel, but Sartor saw no reason to hide them.
boot2yahead - March 11, 2010 11:30 PM (GMT)
"Weak you say?" Lord's hand would have broken the window seal he was holding if he had any sort of presence. He turned around yet again, stepping to the other side of the room. And once again he quickly turned around to face Sartor.
"You are a fool if you doubt why I came here, Sartor."
He pointed his now glowing staff at the man. This wasn't good. He wasn't keeping as calm as normal. What was so anger inducing about this man!?!
DornKoon - March 11, 2010 11:39 PM (GMT)
Sartor left for the other man to do the talking, he just stood there in silence and watched him walk back thought the room and then face him. Then he examined the staff that was being pointed towards him. "I do not doubt why you came child, I never said such a thing." he returned before he sighed softly.
"But I would advice you not to go thought with your plans, you lack the strength to take me down." the hodded man did not move, but he did not need to move in order to use magic. In fact Sartor was more then ready, he did not have time to play around with this little pup.
boot2yahead - March 11, 2010 11:47 PM (GMT)
"Do not speak to me as a child, Sartor." This was certainly against the plan. Ofeila hadn't shown up and he was about to fight Sartor. Enough of this!
Lord Ramsfort fired a shadowy blast shapped like a serpent at Sartor's heart. Talking would get nother done with this man other then etch away at what sainity he had left.
DornKoon - March 11, 2010 11:55 PM (GMT)
Sartor acted faster then what one could think for a man in his age, the sorcerer raised his hand and fired of a blast of energy to meet the snake shaped attack in the middle of the room. The impact created an explosion of energy that caused the man's cloak to move a little. "But you are a child" he returned and lowered his hand.
"It is clear your powers are still weak, you could never harm me with your low powers. If you really wish to show me that your not a child...then hurt me. Give me your worst..." it was unsure if Sartor said this in order to make the lord more angry? Or maybe he was just being honest, one could never be sure with the sorcerer.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 12:00 AM (GMT)
"Your past your time old man!" He said, sneering. The energys began to emit from the staff even more. The air in the room grew dark and stale. The staff glowed fiercly and projected a large beam of darkness at Sartor.
Let HIM be the one to feel pain for once.
"I am NO child!"
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 12:06 AM (GMT)
To a surprise for the man his attacks did actually hit the mark, the beam hit the sorcerer right in the chest as he raised the staff and sent him flying into one of the walls of the room. A large cloud of dirty and dust was thrown into the air and it was hard to see anything at all for a few seconds.
Then everything became very silent, no sounds was heard and slowly the dust began to fall down revealing Sartor sitting by the wall. He did not say anything and just looked at the man. "You think that will kill me child?" because of the way he talked it was impossible to tell if he was in pain or not, if he even could feel pain. The rock on Sartors staff was glowing a little, but that was about everything.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 12:13 AM (GMT)
Ramsfort allowed himself a smile behind his mask. His staffs glow dimmed after the blast ended, and even more so when a barrage a energy shards flew at the old spell-caster.
"You may not feel pain, you may not cry and you my not feel a thing at all. But in the end, you can still feel the sting of death!" He cackled as more and more shards flew into the area were Sartor was.
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 12:19 AM (GMT)
Sartor looked at him when the shared came flying, he raised the staff into the air and the head began to glow. But it seemed like he had been slowed down from the bast before and was just able to deflect a few of the shards before the others began to hit his body. The magic was ripping into his clothes, shreddinng large holes into them, revealing the clothes Sartor used under.
One shad hit him in the arm and he dropped the staff to the floor, it began to roll away until it hit the wall on the other side of the room. "Death?....you know nothing about death" the man whispered with a low tone to the voice as he began to stand up, seeming to force himself off the ground. "and this make you no less a child, you do not have the power to kill me..."
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 12:24 AM (GMT)
Ramsfort's eyes widened. Why wouldn't he just die? He then became angry.
" I am death you monster! " He yelled. Graah! This wasn't like him! Not like him at all! He NEVER got angry. Blast!
There was only one way to solve this.
"And I told you! I am no child!" He shouted, as a shadow rose behind him. It then deformed and shot out as spikes aiming at Sartor.
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 12:31 AM (GMT)
Sartor did not move at all, he just watched the man as he was having his outburst of anger and rage. Then he slowly glanced up towards the shadow that grew up behind him, he watched the spikes and they pierced right thought his body as if it had been just paper. "Refreshing, but I think that is enough" Sartor's voice said, but it was not coming from the man Ramsfort just pierces with his attack.
The air in the room seemed to slow down, then the creature the lord had been attacking disappated in a cloud of shadows. Almost at the same time tentacles of magic shoot out from all shadows in the room and began to try and wrapp themselves around Ramsfort, pulling away his staff and pinning him. After all this was done a shape began to grow out from another shadow and Sartor walked out. "Illusion my boy, all was illusion. From the second I raised my staff because of your first attack." as he talked he moved towards the man. He did not care if the tentacles had actually captured him or not...it did not matter. "Or maybe this is not really me either?" he added.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 12:40 AM (GMT)
No. NO! It can't be! Lord Ramsfort, fooled by a half dead geezer! Never! He tried to wrangle himself free when another figure entered the room wearing the outfit of a nun and a white mask on her face.
"I see you've gotten yourself into a mess again, Lord." Before he could speak she hushed him. Then she looked at Sartor.
"Was is it with you? Ramsfort would have remaind calm for anything else but you!"
She started walking to The Lord and took out her symbol. A light shined out on the shadows and banished the tenticals from him.
"And just where were you?" He said in an annoyed tone.
"Busy" She replyed as they both turned to face Sartor.
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 12:47 AM (GMT)
Sartor sighed a little when his tentacles was banished, he leaned a little against his staff and watched the little pair as they talked to each other and then turned to face him. "I have no idea what you talk about my dear, it his own fault for losing his head not mine" he commented slowly.
"I do not have time to play with children right now" low whispering voices was heard all around the room. "Your in my way, stand back or I will teach you a lesson you will never forget...." as he said this he moved one step closer. He was ready to act this time, playtime was over and these children was going to know what his powers really could do....he did not even have to use all that much energy on them.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 01:06 AM (GMT)
Ofeila removed her cross and it imeiditly changed it's shape into a claymore. Ramsfort picked his staff up off the ground and pointed at him again.
"You can't beat us now, you know what her mask can do. Certainly against an illusionist such as yourself." Said The Lord.
The Lady, Ignoring him, charged Sartor head on at did an upwards slash at him, het sword shining as if it was mid-day itself.
The Lord shot around Sartor and at the wall behind him, shattering it into pieces and leaving a huge hole there. They needed to bring this fight to an open area, more to the close combat warriors advantage.
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 01:17 AM (GMT)
Sartor raised his hand when the woman charged in towards him, a shield appeared around him like a large bubble growing from the top of his staff until it covered him. But it was not a shield and when the woman would have been hitting against the magic she just simply passed right thought like nothing was there. But at the moment when she passed inside the girl was in his control! This was Sartor's newest and most dangerous power, for the lord nothing would seem to happen and the time was going like always...in fact the event just made up a split second. But Ofelia could not move her body and the sword was stuck in the middle of a motion.
Ofelia found herself in the middle of a large black darkness, she did not have any weapons and she was chained down to a large boulder. Whispers was heard all around. "Ramsfort is talking to much, and you act to soon....your trapped now my dear and nothing will take you out from this illusion." she could hear Sartors voice. The tall sorcerer took shape infront of her, but this time his hood was lowered! He had the face of a young man with ravenblack hair and piercing red eyes. "Let me show you what a true illusionist can do, oh and do not bother with your mask...this is inside your own head" when he said this he grinned....he actually grinned and it was a horrible sight, a sight of pure evil. The tortue was going too start...very soon
Sartor on the outside did not move and just turned his eyes towards the man as he made the hole in the wall. "Ramstar....Ofelia is in my control now, I can break her mind and she will live...but just like a hallow shell of her former self. Or I could do so, but I wont. Your just children and you do not understand." he said.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 01:26 AM (GMT)
The Lord stood there, paralized. It happened so fast. He looked around the room, as if for a way to turn this fight around. Then he swallowed and kneeled down. His face would be sweating if it could, and in a voice shaking with restraint he spoke.
"I concede, Sartor. Will you please release The Lady?"
Today was full of firsts for Ramsfort.
Ofeila, even though she could do nothing else, yelled at Sartor. It wasn't very clear what she was saying, but it was quite obivous she was mad.
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 01:39 AM (GMT)
The young Sartor in the world created in the womans mind examined her calmly, then he raised his hand and placed it over her mouth in a very firm manner. "Shhhh....now a lady like you should be sileny and look pretty" he whispered, his other hand reached out into the air and a small dagger was summoned into his hand.
"Let's start this of softly" he comment and began to cut her body using the dagger, he made shallow cuts a little here and there. BUT suddenly he just simple pushed the dagger into the side of her body. The girl could not do anything about it either, she was stuck...just hope that her mind could take the damage. Young Sartor began to twist the dagger inside of her body.
"We can have much fun in here and it will just be seconds out there in the real world...before Ramster makes up his mind I could guess you to be forced thought a few hours of fun with little me" he laughed and pulled out the dagger. That was what Ofelia would get until Sartor removed the spell, he was going to torture her inside of the mind, cutting her with daggers, burning her with fires and poisons. Making her mind a living hell. But then suddenly it all dissappeared and she came back...but the memories of hours of torture was still fresh in her mind.
Sartor examined the man, he did not say anything and just waited as the seconds passed. "I will release her, but you will understand that your powers is not enough to take me on Ramsfort." he explained and then he slowly released his magic and the shield around him dissapeared.
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 01:49 AM (GMT)
Ramsfort, avoiding Sartors eyes, walked right up to Ofiela. She was passed out. Great. He placed his hand on her chest and absorbed her. He picked up her mask and walked to the other room slowly. He was getting ready to teleport out of the room when he thought of something.
"Sartor." He said, his back still facing him.
"You know that you will be defeated someday soon. Maybe by us, maybe by somebody else. But you WILL die. When that day comes, what will you be thinking?"
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 01:56 AM (GMT)
"What I will think? Nothing, if I am killed and my life is over then it is as it should be. I do not fear death, no one can escape it forever." he replied to his question. "and about me being defeted....I count on it" he added after a small pause. "Now leave child....you have to learn still."
boot2yahead - March 12, 2010 02:01 AM (GMT)
Ramsfort, annoyied as ever sighed. "So do you, old man." Following, he snapped his fingures and went back home.
*To Ramsfort Manner*
DornKoon - March 12, 2010 09:31 AM (GMT)
Sartor did not have time to think about this matter, no he was having other things to do and little time to do it in. He looked out the window again for a few seconds, then he smirked and dissappeared into the shadows. It was time for him to act!
*to the plaza*