Duel:Heyx v Ravaonna
Heyx vs. Ravaonna
MAGE DUEL
Stakes: 2000 gold
15 minute posts
Judges: Kelovath, Kaval (mid), Xinthrorus
Mage's Library
Winner: Heyx
Heyx was leading Ravionna to her battleground of choice. Zigzagging through crowds in Kelay, all the way to the short hike through the Xalious area to reach this little spot. Rows upon rows of tall bookcases lined the area heavily, giving a bright visual of many hues in the form of books, scriptures and desks and chairs littering the huge room. Giving to heed to the many students and arcane dabblers sitting about, or enjoying a good read, Heyx turns and sends a bright smile Ravaonna's way. She steps backwards, fading into a small group of dark clothed wizards marching down an aisle. A flash of red hair can be breifly seen as the mage steps through the crowd of readers and studiers, smiling brightly and beckoning the other girl to follow. The library may have been huge, with little room for maneuvering, but with two users of the arcane, what problem could that make? Suddenly, a chill would run up Ravionna's spine as a plethora of enchanted lyrics flow through the room, mingling heavily with the cacophony of chatter and whispers already flowing through the area. Then, a bookcase near the girl begins to shakle and shiver, before a bright spew of flames encases it, expelling a soft orange glow that screams for the attention of the novice. It teeters at first, before falling heavily towards Heyx's newfound opponent.
Ravaonna follows her opponent closely as they enter the Tavern. She had been the one to initiate this battle; boredom had gotten the best of her, leading her to post a challenge on the Tavern board. She is none to dumb however, and is therefore on guard. As the bookcase to her immediate right begins to shake and eventually bursts into flame, Ravaonna steps back and brandishes her wand, muttering the magickal words of a common frost spell. As she does, both her weapon and the many runes upon her clothing begin to glow a light blue. Upon completion of the incantation, an icy blue aura forms around the tip of the young mage's wand and seems to leap towards the now-falling bookcase, engulfing the flames in a layer of frost and filling the room with a spray of steam. Her well being, as it would seem, as the bookcase flies down towards her. As luck would have it, the bookcase falls in such a way as to miss Ravaonna and instead simply shower her with books, her upright form jutting up from between two of the shelves. Now ready for a fight, a large grin is plastered to the girl's face. She looks around for opponent but has apparently lost sight of her. Placing the tip of her wand into the air, she utters words of the arcane once more, this time engulfing her wand in a light green aura. Spinning around in a circular motion, more for emphasis than for function, she releases the aura in the form of a blast of wind which sends the books off of the shelves surrounding her, perhaps sending some flying into her opponent, and knocking most people who may be around her off of their feet.
Heyx claps wildly, her child-like voice filling the room above all others. "Yay!" The girl lets loose a malicious giggle as a darkening expression settles upon her pretty grey visage, demeanor changing quicker than the fire to steam as Rava's glacies magicarus struck it. Two appendages are spread wide, digits open and slightly foreword as a wall of wind exploded upon her, pulling her hair back and allowing it to flow freely like a leaf falling from a tree in the middle of autumn. Unfortunately, the same gentle caress is not the case with the rest of her attire. The force of the blast nearly lifts her skirt up to mid-waist, and onlookers could swear they saw a few laces snap from the bodice encasing her slender torso. Giggling madly as old lore cascaded towards her, the girl didn't seem at all frightened. She took in her surroundings as a good read here and there crashed into her form, tearing at her skirt and snagging her bodice. One of her gloves is torn badly near the middle, but the girl continues to smile. Why? How on earth could she look danger right in the eye and meet it with child-like glee? Then, it becomes apparent as pale, neon green and purple hues begin to slink through the air before Heyx, snaking and twirling their way towards her opponent. As they grow closer, the very air around them seems to stagnate, and nearby books are drained of their colour. Shall these energies reach Ravionna, they will sink gently into her clothes, semi-animating them and forcing the sleeves of her shirt to extend, where they will wrap around her face and attempt to asphyxiate her.
Ravaonna crinkles her nose as the two malicious energies snake their way towards her. Seeing the effect these energies have on everything they pass, the young mage tries her best to dodge them, diving to the side as they near her only to have them follow her to the ground. A yelp of surprise issues from the teen's lips as her shirt sleeves begin to expand and twist their way to up to her face, attempting to deprive the girl of precious air. She manages to wiggle an arm out of her shirt, buttons bursting open as she juts the appendage out of her blouse. With this hand, she reaches behind her back to retrieve the old dagger that she always stored there. Though she had no training with such a weapon, she could surely cut fabric with it. She places the tip of it where her still trapped arm comes out at the pit and slashes, freeing it from its prison. Then, holding the sleeve of her shirt, she slices one, then the other, from the torso of the blouse, causing the sleeves to fall from her face to the ground, lifeless. Now obviously angry and out of breath, she points her wand at Heyx and, muttering words of an arcane nature, releases a burst of white-hot flames in her direction followed immediately by a spray of icy water which douses the flames, creating a spray of super-heated steam that sprays towards the young mage's opponent.
Heyx seemed distraught that her attack didn't work. Brow lowered, neon blue lips parted slightly to release a sigh, the drow watched her opponent struggle with her own clothing, almost getting a kick out of it, if she wasn't so sure of the reprisal that would be offered afterward. Using what little time she had before Ravaonna cut herself free, Heyx dips a hand into the side of her skirt, withdrawing another tiny gris-gris. Two crossed twigs onto the back of a small bag containing an assortment of herbs, teeth, hair and other small whatnots, the little doll was also complete with two little beady black eyes, akin to those of a hamster. Gripping the thing tightly as her opponent stood, wand in her direction, Heyx breifly let a flow of magicarus flood the small thing, giving it a silver glow as it pulsated in the girl's hand. Then, the deadly solvent is released, spewing like vomit in her direction. She has only a moment to react, and she has to be sure it's the right thing. Lowering herself, almost the point of lying down on her stomach, the drow throws the gris-gris towards Rava, where it strikes the floor and slides beneath the heavy steam to stop at the other woman's feet. Heyx then brings both hands over her face at nearly the exact moment the mist strikes her. The pink sleeves of her garb are dissolved quickly, reveiling redened and blistered flesh beneath. She bites down so hard on her tongue, a steady trickle of crimson runs down her chin. Then, the attack is over. The girl stands, her face only slightly wet with the sweat from the pain thrust upon her. Her arms are blistered, and they must hurt something fierce. Indeed they do, but Heyx's racing thoughts and chaotic mind saved her from the pain in mid battle. Glancing only breifly at a handful of screaming, writhing students laying about (obviously the victims of the boiling steam), Heyx turns her brilliant blue hues towards Rava before snapping her fingers. Promptly, the gris-gris at the arcane student's feet explodes in a burst of purple mist. Poisonous mist, to be exact, capable of causing a violent caughing reaction so intense that she would vomit until she died.
Ravaonna catches the slightest whiff of the poisonous mist before holding one hand up to cover her nose. Wand is thrust into the air once more but to no avail. She must be able to speak in order to cast. The young mage has a decision to make. She could bow out of this battle now, surely saving her life but losing the fight, or she could chance this cloud of gas to cast an end-all (or as end-all as she can muster) spell. So, the teen opens her mouth, arcane words of power thundering from her mouth as the mist begins to slowly fill her lungs. She lifts her wand into the air, yellow streams of magick flowing from the tip of it and flying throughout the room. Once complete, the magick assembles itself in front of Ravaonna in a net of lightning and a burst of wind sends it and some of the poisonous fumes of Heyx's own attack flying towards the bad-luck mage. It is at this point that Ravaonna falls to her hands and knees, coughing so hard that soon, blood is flowing freely from her mouth. She manages to glance up, however, as the lightning net and poisonous gas rushes towards Heyx at, well, lightning speed.
Heyx can't really do much but laugh hysterically as she watches her opponent struggle against the nauseaus fumes. She took it all in, enjoying every second of it. It was a thrill to her, to exercise her dominance of the arcane over another person. But then, a defense was insued. Or at least, it appeared to be a defense as bolts of seething yellow fill out before her, expanding into a ferocious net of a burning magicarus. Heyx stares almost puppy-dog eyed upon the flashes of energy crackling towards her, tearing through a hoard of frightened arcane students, scrambling and screaming as the net cuts into them, sending their charred remains flying in each direction. How what she perceived as a novice accomplished such a feat of spellcasting was unknown to her, and not at all important as she turned and ran as quickly as a gal in heavy boots could run. Thud, thud, as it goes with each stomp onto the flooring, great explosions of wood and dust and people trailing behind her. Slowly, the attack loses its energies as it goes through more and more obstacles, the poisonous gas her gris-gris released much early already dissipating enough as to be nearly void of any harmful capabilities. This is when Heyx turns and forces a burst of magicarus before her, where the small, more focuses net of energy explodes into the bluish, translucent glow emitted from both palms. A resounding crackle explodes throughout the building as a flash of pure blackness follows. A deep ringing is all Heyx can hear as she sits now, amidst a scene of absolute chaos and carnage, though mostly unharmed from the furious attack. Bits of her clothing are ripped and torn, blood trails slightly from her nose and lower chin, and she stares wide eyed at Ravionna from across a burned, broken and mostly destroyed establishment. The fun and games were over, and so were many lives. Bodies, burned, crushed or otherwise mutilated by the mage's various attacks were placed about, some still twitching, most still. Absolute destruction was the only outcome from the meeting of these two arcane users.