February 22, 2009
It Would Have Worked
The fountain in Medievia is a gathering place for forms, equipment exchanges, and the central hub to different quarters throughout the city. On this day, Cypenzynmyer, Athron, Flaime, Cathsow, Nildur, Cambeigh and myself were resting and chatting about things all Medievian. Nildur and Cambeigh agreed to hero battle, and Cyp sold me a full fae orb, while Flaime and Cathsow discussed mudmails they had sent. Suddenly, Azathron materialized in a puff of purple smoke, followed by Death. Grinning from ear to ear, Azathron only had to wait as each hero in turn glanced at Death, trying not to draw attention to themselves. We pondered this silent figure, draped in black, long, bony fingers twisting and grasping invisible things, and Cyp decided why not! He heroically suggested that Athron try and slay The Grim Reaper, solo. Shrugging and laughing, Athron leapt to his feet, and promptly died. Luckily, we all have numerous focus items for resurrecting, and Athron was back in no time.
We formed, Cyp, Athron, Cathstow and I, and I promptly died, having chosen, quite unwisely to attempt to plague Death. Yes, I know. Don't shield room in Alps either. Thanks. At this point, Kirius, wearing a wizard's robe and hat, popped in with a suggestion. Remove all, cast fireshield and attack. Naked and on fire. Cool! One by one, each hero stood, resplendent in their nudity, and surrounded by a shield of flames. And one by one they fell. Raithir, Athron and Cyp were each brought back to life by either Kirius or myself, and Azathron, between laughing, healed us all to full health and power. Not that any of that really mattered. Now, we meant business. Unfortunately, where Death is concerned, this IS his business, so again and again these brave heroes fell. Still naked...it was an interesting experience, I must say!
Saevio attempted, lasting a bit longer, as Death was beginning to grimace with pain, blood oozing from many wounds. During the frantic resurrections, we failed to realize that Death had gone from pretty darn hurt to perfectly fine! How that happened is anyone's guess. It was apparent at this point that we were never going to win. Azathron waved his hands, and with billows of green smoke and sparks (very cool), Death disappeared. On an up note-we all got to practice our resurrecting skills, we learned (ok I learned) never to plague Death, and that naked fireshielding is fun and effective. Can't wait for our next coffee clatch-I can only imagine what God mobile they will have for us!