Jalc vs. Jwiz

[Jwiz]

:: Two hooded figures stand in the desert facing eachother::

" Hello dear brother,how are you this fine day?"

" Cut the small talk what did you call me out here for?" Snaped Jwiz as he removed his cape.

" Well to settle the score of course. I mean that is what you want correct?"

" i wouldn't have it any other way. So lets get to it."

:: Jwiz and Jalc draw there weapons. Jwiz using his wands and Jalc his potions::

" Ive been saving this potion just for you Jwiz, i hope you like it.

:: Jalc throws the potion to the ground, as the bottle brakes a cloud of green smoke bursts into the air::

" My power... its draining. Dam you."

" HA, i knew you would like that . without your power your useless"

:: Jwiz trying not to inhale the posion casts a spell sennding Jalc to the ground::

" It seems you underestimate me brother "

" I don't think so fool once your powers are gone i'll destroy you"

:: Drawing his dagger Jalc lunges for Jwiz, slicing him up the arm::

" You will have to do better than that Jalc that is if you want to kill me"

" alright if you say so."

:: Jalc lunges at Jwiz again slicing his other arm. Jwiz turns just as Jalc throws a potion that explodes on contact with Jwiz sending him flying to the ground::

" You got your wish brother, i stepped it up and now your about to die "

:: Jalc smirking walks over to Jwiz putting his dagger to Jwiz's neck::

" Goodbye brother"

:: Jwiz begins to glow a dark red::

" If i die you die with me "

:: A large explosion fills the air as the body of jwiz hits the ground...a pool of blood surounding his body::

[Slyfoot M'Zors]

( Oh no, Jwiz, oh no...lol. Nice job, let me know if ya need some assistence there. You know, just call my name)

[Jwiz]

( wow Note to self: never let your eqpc rping cousin write a story with your char.... well ok someone i don't like being dead)

[Slyfoot M'Zors]

Small leather wrapped feet brush over the sand, a black cloak dragging leaving a momentary path that disappears as the wind shifts. The figure stops and slowly kneels down over the bloody elf. The small cloaked figure leans close listening…still breathing… The being motions its hand behind, as if to signal someone to come over. From the distance a orc steps forward. The cloaked one backs away, watching from its secretive vestments. The orc bends down and gently picks up the limp body of Jwiz, and holds him close. The cloaked figure walks away followed by the orc, disappearing into the sand blistered wind.