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

Michael’s comments from the More RPG! group.

the demon fell to it's knees, felling the terrible pain of holy energy flow through it's veins. in a last burst of rage, it flew into a frenzy, slicing anything foolish enough to be nearby

the wound flickered with a sickly green light, resisting the healing. warm blood now flowed freely through the chain links of his armor ((scorch really can't be all powerful...))

inglades ducked under the fiends claw, swinging his sword in a wide arc, hitting the thing solidly in the side, just before he was aware of an excruciating pain in his chest as he flew away from the demon into the wall

it convulsed for a moment, then grabbed the sword tip poking through his head. the blade glowed for a moment, then shattered. the gaping wound knitted shut

((who's going to kill it?))

inglades stalked up behind the demon, his training and honor telling him he was doing the dishonorable thing, but his pragmatism telling him that it was the only thing he could do

the demon slammed scorch in the chest with an incredibly powerful fist, sending scorch flying

"eragon!!!" inglades said in a rage, cutting down the beast that killed his friend. he was now in a complete frenzy, his face pale with loss of blood now red in rage

inglades felt his sword strike the iron hard hide of the demon, focusing all of his will into channeling the holy energy that flowed through him. his sword glowing brighter than ever before, it slipped into the demon's flesh, leaving a trail of sickly green blood in it's wake

((i think inglades will be at his full potential soon))

((you would say 'thee' the second time)) inglades felt a rush of vitality, ignoring the agony in his arm that was fast going numb ((i'm thinking i might have inglades die in this battle and bring in, say, his brother(a mage i think))

inglades looked up, and saw a tall man in shining armor, wearing a black tabard with a skeletal hand holding a weighted scale. he wore his black hair tucked behind his ears, and his eyes glittered with wisdom. inglades gasped when he recognized the deity
"lord kelemvor..." he whispered

inglades srung his sword, a flash of white light illuminating the room for a moment. he barely noticed another pale sword slip under his shoulder, between his ribs

cin managed to open his eyes for a split second "you filth!" he grimaced in pain as the sith kicked him savagely in the arm

cin spat on the ground at the sith's feet, handing over his saber

the other shadow warriors, on guard now, were all attacking eragon, making little progress against him, but their defenses were also too good for eragon to get a strike in

"very well" cin tucked his saber into his robes, and followed the sith out the other door

"where?" cin said skeptically "and i will go, my padawan stays here, or i will kill you

inglades forced himself up, he wouldn't let his friends die. he picked up his sword, staggering towards the demon, his discipline unbroken.

the demon saw the others approach "rise, my warriors!" he called, and from the floor rose five seven foot tall, spectral figures with glowing pinpoints of red light for eyes, wearing black plate mail and carrying pale swords

"what do you want, you wretch?"

cin looked in alarm at marcie, lying on the ground, and felt a sudden burst of strength, or rage -he didn't care which at the moment- and renewed his attacks