DeathMatch : Sequel, Folie a Deux.

Back with a vengeance ....

[15:03] Syddy Bailey: (( eheh , dice are with me tonight ))
[15:03] Fidelis Messmer: (( mwhuaha, not at all .. that was to get teh bad rolls out first .. just you wait ))
[15:04] (OOC)Syddy Bailey: by the way, he was laying on the floor, half senseless, while you crashed, yesterday, shall we resume from there? ))
[15:04] Fidelis Messmer: ok ))
[15:05] Fidelis Messmer: i probably didn't get your last reply ))
[15:05] Syddy Bailey: (( uhm, i'll try to recall))
[15:05] Fidelis Messmer: kk))

[15:06] Olath tried to struggle , trying to fade into thin air while your magic was choking him, but he didn't manage to concentrate, he failed , quite literally, so now is lying on the floor, with heavy difficults in breathing
[15:09] Fidelis Messmer feels her head pounding but gathers her strenghts out of sheer anger , tigtening the grip on his neck, not enough to choke him but to ake him feel its there, burning icecold against his neck : " don't think I'll reward your failure with death " sais .. not reallycaring if he can hear her or not
[15:11] Syddy Bailey can hear her, but all his strenght are concentrated on his breathing and magic, in the desperate effort to cast one more spell before facing his destiny, if not death, surely worse than that, way, way worse
[15:13] Fidelis Messmer starts walking , the magical grip on his neck forcing him to either walk or be dragged behind as she walks over teh bride , to the tower
[15:14] Door: Fidelis Messmer is at the door.
[15:16] Fidelis Messmer stops to where an odd .. scaringly familiar device is standing inthe ground , giving a harsh prod with the end of her staff against his ribs : " wake up "
[15:16] Syddy Bailey's clothes are tattered now that he's been dragged for many maters, mostly crawling, as the cold grip on his neck nearly made him faint, he holds his hands close in a fist, though, still trying to concentrate on a last spell
[15:17] Fidelis Messmer smiles at him : " I trust taht you remember how to tie a rope "
[15:18] Syddy Bailey stands up slowly as she prods him with her staff , he tries to be cunning " i shall, Jabbress *coughs* if you ease the grip on my neck "
[15:19] Fidelis Messmer lashes out at him with the rear end of her staff aiming for the side of his head, swinging hard enough to be painful , but not had enough to knock him out
[15:19] RP Dice 3.0: Fidelis Messmer Rolls a 27 on 2009-03-18T22:19:18.
[15:19] RP Dice 3.0: Syddy Bailey Rolls a 44 on 2009-03-18T22:19:46.
[15:20] despite of his precarious conditions he is quick enough to step by the side, so that her staff only scratches his cheek , lightly
[15:21] Fidelis Messmer: you're not permitted to speak *nods to the rope* do as you're told or the next one will do more then scratch the surface
[15:24] Syddy Bailey smiles lightly, apparently, accepting his defeat, he seems to be struggling with the ropes, but then starts whispering a quick spell, moving his fingers on the rope to attempt to cast it correctly
[15:24] RP Dice 3.0: Syddy Bailey Rolls a 45 on 2009-03-18T22:24:21.
[15:24] RP Dice 3.0: Fidelis Messmer Rolls a 40 on 2009-03-18T22:24:42
[15:25] (OOC)Syddy Bailey: ehehe
[15:25] Fidelis Messmer: ((:p))
[15:25] Fidelis Messmer notices what he's doing only to late to try and stop him , feeling the grip of him dissapear without her being able to stop it
[15:26] Syddy Bailey manages to cast the spell , his body slowly looses consistence, so that the grasp around his neck only affects the thin air, of course, he cannot harm her in this state, nor hold this state for long, but enough to regain some strenght
[15:29] Fidelis Messmer touches the floor with her staff, whispering a few words, the moment her staff hits the ground it creates a dense magical field around him
[15:29] RP Dice 3.0: Fidelis Messmer Rolls a 12 on 2009-03-18T22:29:14.
[15:30] Syddy Bailey can't really cast any spell , or counterspell while using an ethereal form, so he basically tries to run away from the effect of her spell , in a very unmagical way
[15:30] RP Dice 3.0: Syddy Bailey Rolls a 96 on 2009-03-18T22:30:37.
[15:34] Fidelis Messmer turns aroudn to where he runs to , shouting a spell in anger that makes teh earth open up below him , coincidely being violent enough to blow up the building ... immediatly after pronouncing the spell, falls to her knees in exhaustion .. without even looking if it worked or not
[15:34] RP Dice 3.0: Fidelis Messmer Rolls a 69 on 2009-03-18T22:34:36.
[15:34] RP Dice 3.0: Syddy Bailey Rolls a 29 on 2009-03-18T22:34:54.
[15:36] Syddy Bailey can't run quick enough to avoid her second spell, so he falls down on the pit , only luck, he needn't to breath normally while in an ethereal form, for his body is not on this plane, but still, he can't keep this form for much longer
[15:37] Fidelis Messmer goes to sit on her knees , looking at the pit , not giving any notion of planning to do anything else then just sit there
[15:38] Syddy Bailey casts a simple floating spell , that, though, breaks the previous spell, the ethereal form, so his body takes its natural thickness as he attempt to float out of the pit, which he will, unless she prevents him
[15:38] RP Dice 3.0: Syddy Bailey Rolls a 21 on 2009-03-18T22:38:54
[15:43] Fidelis Messmer slowly reaches to one of the lints in her staff and shows it to him : " do you recognise this White ? .. Once I told you to tell me a story , and before you did so .. I took this from you " .. if he looks carefully he might notice a red dot .... the moment she sees the recognition in his eyes, or so she beliefs, but honestly doesn't really care points her staff at him , whispering a few words that turn into a silver smoke , going towards the emblem on his chest , the moment it touches he can feel his inner self being drawn into her staff ..
[15:43] RP Dice 3.0: Fidelis Messmer Rolls a 99 on 2009-03-18T22:43:35.
[15:45] Syddy Bailey feels his head spinning as his body seems to fade, it is not painful, he seems to be in a world where feelings are no more, he is drained, absorbed, hers, in a way that he didn't imagine[15:46] Fidelis Messmer: dos neitar , stood jala mayar dal nindel klew'ar pholor .. xunus dos zhaun ? .. *il jorosen ukta du'nherz , tangis' natha lotha friendly *
[15:47] she can't tell if it's him answering, or the wind, but she hears a voice answering "no , but my raise for power couldn't have any differet ending, either one or the other "
[15:49] Fidelis Messmer: wun k'laren vel'klar lloth zhah gareth, ol's unwise ulu xhandal nindyn seh elamshinaen , ka naut zuch *hes'thar lu' said ol mzild ulu iltan t'yin ulu jaluss else*[

Ooooooh that was epic... and really really fun.
And it really is pure chance.
Fi'i could have died ! FOREVER.
I'd never be able to play her again.

Now Olath is not really dead. His essence is just trapped in her staff.
When holding the staff she is still able to hear him speak.
If he's ever going to take fysical form again .. uhm .. is undecided I think.
I thought of killing him .. but the snake would have escaped at the very end .. there was no way for Fi'i to kill him.
It deserves a mentioning , that lots of people suspected they'd fall in love.
Well tough luck. Love is a taboo.
And the rare moment when one really can feel some sort of frizzy warmth ... it's almost immediatly overruled by years and years of indoctrination and egotism.
When unfortunate creatures might feel a bit of warmth through their veins ... it's unlikely they will survive in their environment, if they even for a brief moment ... fail to recognise it for wat it really is in that context : Wich is a weakness to be exploited, probably by those closest to you.

A note on the dice, every reply / respons is derrived from the balance between the rolls.
The higher you roll, the more effect your action has.
The smalller the difference between your rolls, the closer the tie.
Etc.
As a mindgame.
I give it 5 stars.

And uhm ... the last one really had me thinking he'd escape...

[16:21] Fidelis Messmer : " can't help it .. i already miss Olath aha .. but every good story needs things you don't want to happen .. and LOTS of them "