Fight:Korike vs Svilfon, Mage Guild Test

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This is a Mage's Guild RP.


Xalious Tree

Svilfon was taking a brief break from his resting period in Frostmaw to visit the Guild Library. He was researching the means to fix an end that seems always to unravel as the final knot is tied. Yet even distracted his duties within the Guild were always on his mind. So today, after a morning of fruitless reading, he decided it would be time to test a student of the guild. Something Svil rather enjoyed doing. So with eyes closed and a hand resting on the Xalious Tree, the wizard sends out his thoughts in search of Korike. It does not take him long to do so; most mages find magic easier this close to the tree, especially when they have been awarded their Xalious staff, or wand in Svil's case. So with eyes still shut he speaks to the mind of Korike. "It is time. Come to Xalious. Let us test your worth." The wizard breaks the contact before any reply can be forthcoming, and soon sits down cross-legged before the tree to await Korike's arival.


Korike , meanwhile, had been back in Kelay...when he heard someone communicating telepathically with him. The gnome then taps into his shadowmancy, to sink down into his shadow, and trace where the message was sent from. A few moments later, the short man rises out of the shadow of a large branch on the Xalious Tree. "Master Svilfon." says the gnome, bowing to the mage.


Svilfon waves away the honourific with an absent gesture. "Just Svilfon, or wizard if you want to give me a title. But yes." If Svil is at all surprised by the sudden arrival of the shodow-gnome, he hides it rather well. Instead he pulls himself to his feet and begins to move away from the great Tree, until he's standing in the open. He extends his hand, then, and draws from the very air his Xalious wood wand. "You are of the opinion you are ready to advance in the guild? Understand ours is an order of the highest standard. Many try to advance. Many fail. Most die. Are you sure this is what you want?"


Korike accepts the other vampire's handshake, and nods his head with a smile. "Yes. I believe I am ready to be tested." replies the gnome. The bones that are lined into his black robe, lightly clack together as he moves.


Svilfon smiles a dark grin as he hears those words. "Then prepare to defend yourself!" The wizard wastes little time in enacting his teleportation spell. A wave of fire wraps up from his feet, before tearing him from his place before Korike and depositing him many paces back. As he steps from the cloud of smoke that heralded his re-entrance, he is already chanting in a convoluted tongue; archaic words are woven with rare skill and an almost unholy beauty. It goes on for a few moments, before with a final gesture the wizard points his wand at the shadow-gnome and screams out the final words of his spell. It has two effects at once: the first is a blinding light that erupts from the skies above. It isn't bright enough to cause much discomfort in vision, but it severely takes away any lingering shadows in the area. The second effect is more startling, though, and infinitely more dangerous to the necromancer. For from within the centre of the light a beam of mystical energy shoots directly downward, aiming to enter the top of Korike's head and devour his insides with its malevolent strength.


Korike shields his face with his arm, at feeling the heat from the wizard's spell. The gnome then tilts his head to the side a bit, as Svilfon suddenly backs off. The short man lets out a grunt of pain, and starts focusing his magic as well, as his vision is temporarily distorted by the vampire's spell. Before the blast of energy could hit, a flick of Korike's wrist, summons an undead from the ground to spring up and over the short man, taking the blast for Korike. As body parts fall around the gnome, he realizes that all of the shadows in the area have vanished. With a smile, the gnome attaches a strange-looking glove to his left hand. The glove has a red gem set in the back of it, and as Korike makes a fist with that hand, the gem glows brighter and brighter. The gnome then thrusts his opening hand downward...firing out a large ball of black fire. The gnome had tapped into his Shadow Fire spell. The glove that he had put on, allows him to absorb light, and turn it into shadow. The shadow fireball vanishes as it hits the ground, only to come back up...underneath Svilfon.


Svilfon watches with a vested interest Korike's defence on his nefarious attack. And just briefly the smallest smile tugs on the edges of his mouth. Innovation. He liked it. Uncaring that his attack was defeated, the wizard prepares himself to defend against what he assumes will be more undead. Yet he is wrong. As the glove is put on and the shadow fire sent beneath the earth, Svil has little time to prepare an adequate defence. So instead he simply begins to run right at Korike. Tongues of flame break the surface of the earth and begin to attempt to devour his legs and robes. But the wizard is highly resilient to fire, being that is his favoured element and after living through an uncountable amount of self-infliced explosions, he is not too worried. Yet these flames are a little different; the twisting of shadows within them mean some of his protection is not quite as sufficient as usually it is and the wizard can feel the flesh of his legs beginning to burn. But the agony isn't enough to stop his plan. He has seen the necromancer defend against an arcane attack, let us see him use his magic to defeat a closer opponent. So using skills he developed within the Guild and within Frostmaw's violent streets, the wizard simply charges forward before he pretends to leap left. It is but a feint, though; instead he twists himself to the right, before driving out with his sharply pointed Xalious wood-wand in a vicious thrusting motion, aimed right at the other vampire's throat.


Korike looked a bit surprised to see his opponent. Didn't spellcasters usually fight at a distance? The short man grinned at seeing his attack hit its intended target, but looked a bit frustrated as the shadow fire didn't do as much damage as he expected. To make matters worse, he was caught off guard by the vampire attempting to stab his throat with the wand. Korike just barely managed to move out of the way in time. However, the angle he moved at, caused the wand to leave a nasty gash in his right shoulder. The gnome found that he could still move his arm though. By using his glove again, he manages to shadowport to Svilfon's original location. Korike felt it was time to bust out one of his flesh golems. After a bit of gnomish chanting, and a snap of his fingers...one of the short man's creations emerges from the ground, right behind Svilfon. The undead looked like a centaur, but the human-half was replaced with that of a minoaur...with four arms! And each of its hands clutched a steel double-edged axe. With a snort, the flesh golem swings all four of its axes down...aiming at the wizard.



Svilfon is not caught unawares by the shadow-gnome's teleporting away. It is something he too utilizes against melee opponents, and he enjoys the necromancer's escape - even if it cost him some blood on the end of the Xalious wand. Yet the creation behind him is more of an issue. With four axes bearing down upon his body, and only arcane robes to defend against their strike, the wizard knows he must act quickly. Eyes quickly shut and once again he enacts his teleportation spell. It isn't quick enough to entirely escape punishment, though. When he reappears standing upon a branch within the Xalious Tree there are two deep gashes across his shoulders which have torn through his robes to lacerate the flesh beneath. But pain is a constant companion when you dance upon the breath of archaic power. So ignoring it, and ignoring the creation beneath him, Svilfon closes his eyes and begins to draw upon his power. It is easier here, within the symbol that ties him to Xalious; it comes almost naturally to the vampire. More and more energy he takes into himself, until the very air around him begins to waver and twist, as if it were heated beyond measure. And only then does his voice speak again; its tones deep and rich, and easily reaching Korike. "Show me.. your power... Do not evade, test it!" With the last word spoken, Svilfon points his wand at Korike and releases a torrent of scarlet-hued magic directly at the necromancer. It would start slow; defendable, but as time goes on the wizard would throw more and more of himself into the stream, until only a true master could offer power to defend it. Svil doesn't expect Korike to do so; and when he knows the necromacner has reached the limits of his strength, the wizard would stop before the man can die... but this is important. It is time to see how far he has truly progressed.



Korike was actually a little afraid when Svilfon suddenly talked in the gnome's head again, and started firing off that strange spell at him. The gnome wouldn't try to evade it. He had something else planned. By utilizing his glove, the short man conjures up a large disc shape of shadow energy, bigger than his entire body. With holding it, in front of himself, Svilfon's spell seems to just enter the shadow, as though it were a portal to nowhere. Korike hoped he could keep this up. If he was able to outlast his opponent, the gnome would be able to use the vampire's own spell against him.



Svilfon is not happy how Korike dealt with his attack. The purpose was to match magic strength with magic strength, not to twist and hide behind openings to other places. So though he pushes it for a while longer, eventually the wizard lets free his spell. He releases the archaic energy back from whence it came, before dropping down from the branch and landing once more on the ground. He is silent for a moment, watching Korike to ensure the necromancer doesn't try anything else, before he speaks again. "Enough. I have seen what I needed to see."


Korike lets his shadows fade away as the wizard lowers himself to the ground. The gnome is panting heavily, worn out. The short man nods as the vampire speaks. "Thank you for testing me." he responds with a nod.



Svilfon nods his head once. Though he himself is both tired and aching, he doesn't allow it to show. Instead he speaks, "You will be contacted by the Submlime Master once it has been discussed. My suggestion would be you are ready, but that decision is not mine to make." With a brief bow, a gesture shared between those of the archane, the wizard once again wraps himself in fire and vanishes from the area, leaving nothing in his wake but a few drips of blood and a cloud of smoke.