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Date Posted: 19:55:37 01/03/02 Thu
Author: Erlic, Corum & Valhorek
Subject: Almost a lost cause
In reply to: Tristan and Laurel 's message, "Mants in your pants" on 19:16:17 01/03/02 Thu

Erlic wondered how Tristan could possibly be a dragon; one who had lived so long, and yet could be so foolish at times. He, and Marz had chosen their paths together, one that would involve many drastic turns, and many extreme changes in both of their lives. And yet, here Tristan was arguing the point of the chakras, and how Marz would not go through the procedure. Did the dragon care so little for his student’s life? It obviously appeared that way, for why else would the dragon be so obstinate as to insure Marz’s own demise?

What I don’t understand, is why you didn’t tell us about these types of complications before hand!”

Erlic had almost smiled at that statement. Had he not explained to both the dragon, and Marz only to achieve the area of getting into the meditation stance, not to explore the chakras unguided? He recalled his words, and he had explained it in great detail. He had not gone into the how’s, and why’s of the first chakra, nor what would happen, for that was his realm of knowledge. Since Tristan appeared to be unknowledgeable about the chakras, it was up to him to see to it that Marz did it correctly, and not by the simple, and unknowing reasoning of one who thought he was better than the rest.

“I don’t want to find out the next time we do this that he takes on some other crazy personality disorder, something that could even be dangerous to him or us! I don’t like leaving things to chance. I don’t want Marz getting hurt.”

Well that was quite an interesting remark considering Marz was already dangerous to those he traveled with, however Tristan perceived it otherwise. Either that or the dragon had failed to remember the various instances when Marz’s magic overtook him, and sent men into disintegration. And yet Tristan continued to berate him, the one that could guide Marz safely through it all. The dragon didn’t want Marz getting hurt, and yet by not helping his lover, Marz would indeed get hurt. Perhaps it was simply Tristan’s way, to claim to know everything until something so drastic happens that he is forced to turn to others. For some reason Erlic didn’t think the dragon was that way.

“Think of another way to help him. If you can’t, we’ll find someone else who can!”

With that the dragon stalked off in a huff, caring nothing but for himself, and possibly Marz. Erlic continued to watch the dragon’s back. Whether Tristan liked it or not, there was no one else that could help Marz’s current condition. No. Erlic was wrong in that presumption. There was someone that could help, Azaya. The only difference between her, and the other mages was that she would make sure that Marz stayed alive, and somewhat coherent. The others would simply continue to drug him, and keep him in that induced state providing they got the power that flowed freely around Marz.

The assassin decided to give Marz a bit of time to consider his own decision, rather than that of Tristan. The group was ready to depart, and Erlic made sure that everyone was in their supposed position. Erlic took his own position in the rear as the party marched out of the tribal camp.

During the course of the journey Erlic took careful precautions to cover their tracks, falling behind several times to insure that they couldn’t be followed. After all, he was an assassin, and who better than to fool another assassin than him. During the journey, the guild master took several precautions. He had prepared the poison the night before, and had coated certain weapons with the deadly toxin. This way he was insured of killing those he needed dead, as opposed to simply injuring them. His main shurikens were not spoiled by the venom, while some special shurikens that he kept nearby were. He had prepared his Ninja weapons as well, each of them prepared, and readied for the slightest of incidents.

Several times he had turned, and scouted the horizon, only to no avail. He realized that they were there somewhere, but unfortunately he would have to wait for them to make a move, unless he could somehow hide from the rest of the adventurers, and simply position himself in hiding while they passed by. It could have been a good plan, but he felt necessary to make sure he was present with the rest of the party should something drastic occur.

Erlic realized that eventually the rest of the group would grow tired of Marz’s increasing call for threat when there was none about. This had become evident when the group finally stopped for a short rest based on Marz’s warning of impending danger. Ravin was the first to approach the assassin, and ask just exactly what was wrong with the youth. However, this time the danger did manifest itself, and there was no time to actually answer his fellow thief.

Erlic quickly moved off away from the others while grabbing a pair of daggers. The weapons flew to their mark, and impaled themselves within the eyes of the creature, which immediately stormed off blindly. The guild master took the opportunity to end its life quickly.

Two more daggers found their way out of their sheaths, and into the neck of the next mant. Surprisingly enough, there were quite a few of the creatures. It had been Marz’s unworldly hearing ability, due in part to his threading into that unknown territory of the first chakra, that actually alerted the group in due time.

Erlic took a quick survey of the group, and made sure that all were safe. He spotted Laurel firing arrows from atop a rock with Tia at her side. The rest of the group were engaged in battle, and for the moment were quite safe. The assassin pulled out his katana, and prepared for another fight with one of the mants.

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Corum had been conversing with Val during the journey, asking him questions about Marz, and why the youth was suddenly so possessive. Unfortunately, not knowing the existing circumstances, Valhorek couldn’t make an honest statement, but he informed the youth that he’d speak to Erlic regarding the unusual behavior of Marz.

Several hours later, a call for warning, once again from Marz, made Corum, and Val look around warily. At first neither none of them could hear or see anything, but within moments the danger appeared, and both positioned themselves accordingly.

Valhorek had drawn his broad sword, and was swinging the weapon using both hands. The blade was quite long, and required two hands to wield it. For some unusual reason the healer preferred the device, and had grown quite accustomed to using it in such a way. He approached one of the mants, and eyed the creature carefully. Although the monster used two weapons, it was no match for a large broad sword, and with one swipe, Val managed to cut away one of the creature’s appendages, leaving it fighting with a single sword. As it approached, Val rolled away, and cut through the right legs of the creature. It was now down, and helpless. Val raised his weapons, and plunged his sword deep into the creature’s midsection, finishing it off. He quickly went in pursuit of the other creatures.

“IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME!” Corum had yelled, as had been customary during any fight sequence he engaged in. The youth swung the staff, and knocked one of the weapons out of the creature’s hand. The other hand swung, and sliced through Corum’s shirt. “Now why did you have to go and do that?” the youth asked, as he smashed Yorik into the creature’s face, stunning it momentarily for him to deliver the final blow, thus ending its life. “That’ll teach ya,” the youth remarked as he turned to find another foe rapidly approaching him.

This time when he engaged in battle, the man lifted itself on its hind legs, thus avoiding any blow from the skull staff wielder. Corum was in a predicament, and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to get the creature to stop doing that. Every time he went to swing, the creature simply raised its body higher into the air.

All right, it’s fourth quarter with three yards to go. T formation sweep right, and down the center.

Corum was a bit miffed by this bit of information from Yorik, and continued to fight as best as he could, until something triggered in his brain about what Yorik had just said. “Gotcha!” the youth stated in an excited manner. This time when he went to swing, the creature lifted itself on its hind legs, but Corum continued his momentum, and rushing toward the creature, guiding Yorik directly into its midsection, and pushing the creature backwards with such force that it finally fell over backwards. Corum smashed the think over, and over again until it was out cold. “Now I’m happy,” the youth stated as he looked around for other creatures.

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