Michael’s Comments (group member since Nov 24, 2008)

Michael’s comments from the More RPG! group.

inglades pushed foreward, his sword thrusts cutting his way to his enemy. a trickle of blood came down out the side of his mouth, and his entire left side was soaked in blood

he shouted out his war cry again, coming in again with renewed ferocity, if not vitality

inglades felt his body perform fighting forms he never would have dreamed of before. he relaxed, he laughed. he laughed in exultation as he countered flawlessly every attack that came his way. he felt the pale sword slide in through a chain link in his armor, and tasted blood in his throat.

inglades didn't hesitate, charging in at the swordsman. their swords darted around them, flashing silver as they executed perfect strikes and parries, counter strikes and counter parries

inglades saw the shades part, and between them stood a man in black armor, giving off tendrils of inky blackness, holding a pale sword

(oh) inglades gave a war cry, his voice resounding in a sonorous roar as it echoed off the walls. he was beyond fear now. he charged towards the shades, hoping to buy pine enough time to escape

(who do you mean when you say "her"?)

anglachel, the fine sword that had never failed inglades yet, came down into a shadow, scattering the smoke. it re-formed. despair swept in on ingades like a black tide. he would at least die doing something worth his life. he would get pine out alive. "run" he said to her

dalamar drank the potion, spilling as much as he got into his mouth. it didn't matter. the wound closed over, not as much has he would have liked, but enough

inglades felt a bead of sweat trickle down his face. he had never been so afraid. he stood back to back with pine, his sword raised, glowing with a pale, wholesome light. he waited for his death.

dalamar slumped against the wall, collapsing to the floor. he reached in to a pouch with shaking hands, holding a green potion in his hand. he barely managed to uncork the potion

inglades ran with pine down towards the dungeons, heading for the exit. he had made it to the dungeon, when the terrible shadows became too much. he heard an unearthly wailing, and the shadows came closer. the room went cold

he gritted his teeth, trying to focus for a last spell. the demon drew up his sword over dalamar's head, then with terrible strength plunged it into- the stone floor. dalamar vanished with a bang

dalamar was on the ground again, blood pouring from a gash in his chest from the fiend's sword

dalamar spoke a word of command, and his wand returned to his hand. he was up on his feet then, but he staggered as an immense pressure hit his mind in a wave, the demon's spell seeking entry into his mind

((the one in the tower))

dalamar lay on his back, the darkness closing in on him. he saw the red glow getting closer from the flames that covered the demon's body.

inglades took the lead, ignoring the shaking ground under him, making his way towards the dungeon and the exit. his sword still glowed with a radiant light that cast long shadows, leering, snarling visages that he could only half see.



dalamar stood with his staff in hand as the door shuddered. he knew that if the fiend had time to prepare, he would be killed. his staff's crystal glowed with a cold light, and his wand crackled with lightning.

inglades staggered over to pine "we need to leave, and the only path i know exists is through the dungeon" he weakly hefted his sword "so let's go"

(i mean the one placed against the daemonlord)



inglades felt the floor shake with a feeling not of dread, but of grim resignation. he hadn't expected to get out alive anyway