Talisman of he Crimson CryptA Story by Ian GrantAn epic conclusion to a fantastic adventure.Eld’hart brought his massive iron boot crashing down onto Bowen’s
sward. “It seems the magic flowing through your lineage is not all the tomes
have foretold” he growled from under his ornate battle helm. The volcano let
out a malicious bellow, quaking the ground and interrupting Eld’hart’s coups de
grace. He fell to ground when suddenly Bowen was upon him. The two exhausted warriors
struggled against each other’s determination, rolling along the edge of the
broiling inferno, both man considered himself to hold the moral high ground. “You will never hold the Talisman of the Crimson Crypt, and
I will never allow you to summon this eruption!” Ivan spat through clenched
teeth. With a surge of power, he launched Eld’hart up and over. Eld’hart rolled
a few times while the weight of his heavy armor pulled him toward the ledge. Gleaming
in the heat of the volcano, Bowen’s muscled rippled as he used the last of his strength
to pick up his second sward, his b*****d sward. With two hands he lifted the
point of the heaving blade at the face of his enemy. “Help me Bowen!” Cried Eld’hart, losing grip by the second, “You
swore! You swore to defend life wherever you could!” the begged for Bowen to
save his life and help him up from the ledge. “I also made a vow to rid the realm if scum like you.” He said
calmly. Bowen’s face then twisted with rage as he let out a spectacular battle
cry. A swirling mist of light blue wove around a dancing ball of electricity at
the end of Bowen’s sward. Larger and larger it swelled until the light became
blinding and exploded outward in a devastated beam of lineage magic. The thunder
rumbled and the volcano moaned, the magic crackled all round. Bowen could feel
the life force of the land drinking into his body, the wisdom of the air, the
passion of the earth, the strength of the ocean. © 2016 Ian Grant |
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