17-08-2010, 08:39 PM
an arrow hit the shifting sands just a pace ahead of Blackstone and he abruptly changed direction with a gasped curse under his breath, pumping his arms hard to help drive him on. more arrows flew through the air and even as he ran he could see the sand hiss and boil where the sticky black substance on the ends of the arrows melted the sand to glass. he drew a wand from his belt with his free hand and sent a bolt of fire over his shoulder without looking but still hearing a shout of alarm in their foreign tongue.
he changed direction again and took a chance to look over his shoulder at his pursuers. over a score of dark skinned men in tan coloured robed and white kefyas chased him down with their recurved kopesh blades, a further dozen behind them sent arrows over the heads of their allies. and in the midst of them all stood a red robed man with sigils sewn in golden thread around the trim, a staff in the shape of a hooded cobra held in one hand and his eyes blazed with fury.
Blackstone stumbled slightly and threw himself into a role, holding onto his sword as he came up again in a dead sprint. he ran into what felt like solid air and was knocked to his feet, his nose bleeding and throbbing painfully. he got back to his feet again and sheathed his sword, it would be of no use now. seeing him apparently giving up his arms the leading bladesmen slowed and approached more warily. Blackstone smiled a predatory smile and slammed one foot into the sand and sent and effort of will into the gesture, he drew up the aethyric winds and bound them to form.
he turned away from his foes and bellowed "Apparatum". a thin line of blazing white light hung vertically in the air for a moment before widening slightly to show cool green grass, a moon lit night and dark forrests. He turned again and smiled before inclining his head, just in the distance he could see the smoke rising from the farm he had burned. the red robed sorcerer raised his staff, shouted a string of syllables and sent a bolt of black and purple energy. Blackstone raised one hand and twisted it through an intricate gesture, snarling a string of nonsence words and sending his will through a small gem hung from his belt. the crystal blackened and cracked but the bolt of energy dissipitated and fell into nothing.
Blackstone bowed his head slightly and stepped back through the gap. it shut with an audible snap behind him leaving only the robed warriors and the aegyption sands. the red-robed man looked around him before seeing the small blue sphere in the sand still transmitting the scene onto the ley-lines. he reached he staff out until the tip was touching it, there was a flash of purple light, a crack and then..............(static)
he changed direction again and took a chance to look over his shoulder at his pursuers. over a score of dark skinned men in tan coloured robed and white kefyas chased him down with their recurved kopesh blades, a further dozen behind them sent arrows over the heads of their allies. and in the midst of them all stood a red robed man with sigils sewn in golden thread around the trim, a staff in the shape of a hooded cobra held in one hand and his eyes blazed with fury.
Blackstone stumbled slightly and threw himself into a role, holding onto his sword as he came up again in a dead sprint. he ran into what felt like solid air and was knocked to his feet, his nose bleeding and throbbing painfully. he got back to his feet again and sheathed his sword, it would be of no use now. seeing him apparently giving up his arms the leading bladesmen slowed and approached more warily. Blackstone smiled a predatory smile and slammed one foot into the sand and sent and effort of will into the gesture, he drew up the aethyric winds and bound them to form.
he turned away from his foes and bellowed "Apparatum". a thin line of blazing white light hung vertically in the air for a moment before widening slightly to show cool green grass, a moon lit night and dark forrests. He turned again and smiled before inclining his head, just in the distance he could see the smoke rising from the farm he had burned. the red robed sorcerer raised his staff, shouted a string of syllables and sent a bolt of black and purple energy. Blackstone raised one hand and twisted it through an intricate gesture, snarling a string of nonsence words and sending his will through a small gem hung from his belt. the crystal blackened and cracked but the bolt of energy dissipitated and fell into nothing.
Blackstone bowed his head slightly and stepped back through the gap. it shut with an audible snap behind him leaving only the robed warriors and the aegyption sands. the red-robed man looked around him before seeing the small blue sphere in the sand still transmitting the scene onto the ley-lines. he reached he staff out until the tip was touching it, there was a flash of purple light, a crack and then..............(static)