Duel:Eitrin v Riel

IC Duel - Winner, Riel

5k stakes(ooc)

Result: Riel has a broken or at least fractured right hip.

Village Path

This path begins just outside of the town and leads straight to the Mage Tower. The tower is smaller than the watchtower to the south, and much odder. It appears that this tower is made completely of pure water. The windows seem to shine like glass, and probably are, but the tower is solid water, holding the other pieces by magic. From here the door looks to be made of wood, and there are no hinges you can see, but rather melded straight into the walls of the tower. The magic to create this place must have been enormous but the benefits well worth it. An impenetrable tower, unbreakable except for the man made entrances, it would be the perfect place to make a stand. And you do not doubt that the wood is also magically endowed, such a little magical effort compared to the great tower of liquid. To the west is a rustic looking library that is connected to the Mage Tower, but is made out of ordinary materials, though well fashioned, which seems to hold many books to help in magic learning. To the east is a rough cliff, and to the south is the main part of town.

Eitrin travels from the west, heading towards the Mage's Library. This being the final leg of a five day journey on a mission for the Duergar Spellfilcher's Guild, it's no surprise that the deep dwarf walks with a giddy pep in his step. He's a decorated Filcher adorned with a half-dozen or more artifacts from various missions of time past. Standing at four feet tall, Eitrin still looks quite formidable. From head to toe, he's covered in all sorts of metals attached to each other through some remarkable Duergar method. Perhaps the most notable craft upon him is his helm. Made from the jawbone of an ogre, two elongated metal spikes, crafted in the likeness of naga fangs, protrude from it, coming down in front of the Duergar's face. Eitrin continues along the path, making his way towards the Mage's Library and the extensive knowledge found within.

Duel Starts

Aranhil | Riel walked down the path towards the village. Around him the large and intimidating Xalious Mountains. The village ahead was a small one that was not well known, and yet Riel had heard rumors of one within that possessed great power. He was here now in search of that power, or should I say that battle. The half elf was well disguised right now, the crimson bandanna that covered his face hid his identity as the Herbalist of Sage Forest from any that may have prying eyes. Even a perfume that altered his scent so that it could never be recognized. Riel was the perfect disguise, or so Aranhil thought. He continued his march now, ready for whatever battle may find him here. Soon another would be seen marching to some unknown destination. Small in nature though bulky Riel knew this to be a dwarf of some kind. The last one he had battled had put up a decent fight and this one would surely as well, if not better. Drawing from his belt two of the hallucinogenic daggers that he wore he would rush towards the being from behind. Once only twenty or so feet away he would toss one and then the other, right away he would draw two more, though these were larger and seemed as though they were meant for close quarters battle than for missile range. The blades of each of his daggers were made with a special ingredient that was woven into the metal, a hallucinogen that once it hit the blood stream would begin to alter ones perception of reality. Illusions would toy with your eyes and other senses to the point that some could not handle and faint. Footfalls would be heard as he approached the being and in the last second he would dart to the right in an attempt and confuse his enemy before slashing with the first of his daggers and jumping back changing to the defensive.

Eitrin senses an abundance of magical artifacts as he nears the Mage's Library, though he can only assume the sense comes from the Library and connected Tower to the north and therefore misses the presence of Riel altogether. Luckily for Eitrin, Riel's no assassin. The gentle sound of bare feet pounding the dirt path behind him reaches his ears as it would anyone else's, causing the Duergar to spin around to identify the commotion. Regretably, the Duergar spins just in time to catch a faceful of dagger. He tilts his head down just in time to catch the blow upon his helmet rather than in the supple skin of his face, though the blunt impact is enough to throw him off and give him a splitting headache. The second dagger connects soon after, this one colliding with the steel plating lining his left arm and bouncing off without causing any further damage. He swipes the ranger's slashing dagger away with the heavy armor on his right sleeve before reaching for the crude dagger hidden within a vambrace on the same arm. Eitrin grabs the attackers wrist, yanking him down towards an upcoming knee directed at his gut before shoving him away and repeating Riel's own attack, swiping through the air at his face.

Aranhil | Riel would smirk as his daggers would make impact even as he continued to run towards the Duergar. Though he had rejoiced too soon for his daggers would land almost harmlessly upon the earth thanks to the thick armor the dwarf like being carried with him. It was now that he knew what would be needed to finish this duel, the rings that rested currently in his pocket, however he had not the time to grab them and make any use of them as he was grabbed at the wrist, recovering as he was trained from such, the weapons master would jump once pulled downward just missing the knee and would attempt and land behind the creature even though he had held his arm at one point. At the high point of his jump he would flex his wrist just right and the assassins dagger that he had hidden there would strike outward in an attempt to strike and severely slice the Dwarven creature. In any case because of the height of his jump along with the adjusted angle his hand would come free of his foe and he would react accordingly once he would land slightly off balance behind the four foot enemy. Allowing the berserkers steel-spiked-knuckles that he wore to fall into his pocket he grabbed from them in exchange each of the rings and placed them one on each hand. Allowing a bit of his magic to inter the runic rings the strength of the giants would become his to control. However the Armlets on his hands would distribute the strength evenly throughout his body making it instead the power of perhaps an enormous Ogre. Grabbing an additional two daggers from his belt, each the same size as the ones he dropped in his previous jump he held them pointed outwards away from him so that if needed he could still punch or slice at the being. Jumping forward into a run he approached the Deurgar once more and once at melee range again he would react as he had planned. The Weapons Master sliced for his foe once more first with his right hand and then with his second from the other direction. Next he would jump and somersault over the dwarf in an attempt and out maneuver him and once above and slightly behind the being a hard kick with that of his added strength downward would attempt and be delivered to the dwarf.

Eitrin follows the half-elf with his eyes as he flips himself over the Duergar. Of course, this means he's looking straight into the spring-loaded assassin's sheathe as it discharges a dagger. The projectile flies between the two elongated fangs covering his face and slices down his left cheek, causing him to roar out in pain before it plummets to the ground behind him, sticking straight up from the soft dirt. As the herbalist fishes for his own rings, Eitrin calls on the power of many of the artifacts already on him. Using, not his own mana, but that of those around him, he wills the ring upon his left hand to life. It explodes with a surge of energy which engulfs his entire left arm. This effect soon dissipates, though the result remains the same; the strength in this Duergar's left arm rivals that of Riel's. As his opponent approaches, the deep dwarf stands perfectly still until the last second. Suddenly, he drops to his knees, dodging both swipes of the dagger and simultaneously swinging the strength of an ogre into the half-elf's naughties. The grin upon his face is simply… indescribable.

Aranhil | Riel did not smile or grin as his blade would strike the foe and return to its previous position, the entire of his actions and thoughts were put towards what he would do next. Once he had landed and swung for his enemy as planned the dwarf who was already short would drop lower to the ground upon his knees in order to evade the half elf's next attack. Then when he saw for his own the arm draw back he turned in an attempt to evade the mentally devastating attack, however he was not quick enough. The blow would still land near full strength upon his right thigh throwing him backwards with the power of an Ogre. The pain he felt as he landed several feet away upon the earth would take it toll on him as he tried to stand only to find that he couldnt at this time. And so from a bag that was wrapped around his waist he pulls several different marbles, each of a different color and each imbued with a different content. Tossing the first dagger it would explode upon the ground in front of the Duergar and erupt in a fiery blast that was given to it only through the blessings of a pyromancer. The next, a black marble would be thrown a few feet forward as well and would blast outwards with a light smoke screen. The last a deep green he would hold to his amulet which then blessed it with the power needed by an Aura of Nature and toss it outwards as well, about midway between the two fighters. The green would hit the ground and explode as well sending a herbal dust of some kind everywhere, half hidden by the smokescreen he hoped that it would be effective. The dust was of course meant to paralyze another being, any that breathed it inward would find themselves losing the ability to breath as it first acted upon ones lungs. Though once it was in effect it could not stop the person from breathing all together, but instead short and shallow breaths would be all they could manage unless delivered the antidote. Aranhil had not to worry for his mix of attacks, the bandanna he wore upon his face was enchanted to cleanse the air that he would breath through it. So now all he would do was move from the position that the dwarf would have last seen him in. He would crawl only two feet to the right of where he was and stop, close enough to catch his foe off guard should he try another attack on his previous position and not notice that he had moved.

Eitrin throws up his right arm, the red sheen upon it telling of the fire ward which protects him as he dashes through the herbalist's initial attack, his natural resistance to heat and flames protecting him further. Of course, this willingness to dash through heated flames brings him closer to Aranhil much faster than the herbalist would have originally assumed. Thusly, the second marble pegs him in the chest rather than landing on the ground and explodes in a haze he quickly bursts through. The third marble, however, lands around the time that Eitrin emerges from the smoke. He's smart enough to close his mouth; in fact, he began holding his breath the second that the first smoky substance entered the air. Sadly, this means he runs out of breath before he can get to Riel. He inhales deeply and immediately the poison begins working it's magic, so to speak. Eitrin keeps an eye on his attacker, though by the time he makes it to him, he is drawing short, sharp breaths. With little effort, the Duergar falls on his opponent, slamming the two spikes attached to his helmet down towards the half-elf's supple flesh and pinning him to the ground with all his might. Hopefully, not only will the spikes penetrate skin, but the snake poison coating them would work it's way into his blood stream, ending the battle forever.

Aranhil | Riel watched slightly unsure of what he may do, many things crossed his mind as the Deurgar neared him and his attacks with the marbles would be ineffective at first. Grabbing for another of his daggers he would mistakenly pull for one that was already somewhere on the battle field. Realizing this too late he decided that he would be able to kick the being over him should he attack in a certain way and so prepared for what was surely to come. When the creature would run out of breath and finally fall towards him he realized his planned attack would fail and so rolled to the right out of his way. His nearly crushed hip ground and moved about inside of him at this movement which caused the Herbalist sever pain, perhaps it would have been less painful to allow the dwarf to have fallen atop him. Currently he had a single hand clamped just above his hip, hoping against everything he would be okay and would be able to gather his senses and escape before the creature would return to his senses. Taking form his pocket a green liquid he would drink it and several minutes from now his pain would slow but never go away, not until his wound was mended from the inside, which could only be done with magic. Taking another vial he would place it upon the earth and roll it closer to the being that had nearly killed him. The blue vial contained the antidote to the herbal dust that the creature had breathed, it would take a matter of five to ten minutes to take full effect should he drink it. At this time he laid back and wondered what he would do next, and at that time the sound of footsteps rushing towards them form the east could be heard, he wondered who it could be, and if he would be carried off to a healer.