Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20160729013459/@comment-26084195-20160822064153

General announcement:

Indomitable is working out some personal issues, and has left control of Halthor Ironwill to me until such time as he decides to return. As such...

Halthor brings his holy blade swinging through one of the Black Knights, which implodes with a spectacular burst of spiritual light. He turns back to his primary target, his old king, his eyes at once filled with steely resolve and suicidal glee. He charges the ancient ruler, only to be driven back by a series of spells which would have killed most others. The wards on his armour barely save him from death, but each time he tries to advance, he is struck by an entirely new dark spell. Eventually the vicious onslaught overwhelms him, and the wards shatter as he falls to the ground, green smoke twisting up from a few spots of his body.

The Lich King, ever the egomaniacal gloater, walks over and nudges the fallen commander's face with a skeletal toe. "Too bad you were too near sighted to join me. Who knows, when my daughter is brought into undeath, I might've been able to set you two up. Oh, well."

The sound of Durkash's blade clanging with the blades of his Black Knights, the Lich King turns and prepares another spell.

Halthor, however, had not been defeated. Knowing that he could never beat the Lich King outright, he had feigned a state of near-death. With the Lich King now focused elsewhere, he spun around on the floor, sweeping the old skeleton's legs out from beneath him, grabbed his sword, and knocked the Lich's head off.

In all honesty, you had expected something more climactic. There was no roar, no fading cackle, no smell of brimstone, no impressive release of a spirit. The body just lay there slowly burning with holy blue fire.

Fortunately, the Black Knights faded from th  mortal world, and the empty suits of armour collapsed. Halthor, exhausted, fell to his knees.