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Lard Lad, Lash Lad and Cobalt Kid walked forward, moving coolly and calmly, striding defiantly to the large army that watched in awe at the outright arrogant courage these three now displayed.
Stu had returned to the group and told them about the large army blocking their way. He noticed Elag look on, horrified to find out that once again, there were others who might do them harm. Grey Birdboy questioned Stu as the others cursed out loud, wondering if this journey would ever end. Finally, it appeared as if Grey had heard of them before.
“They are the Spartans,” he said, “a warrior society that holds, quite possibly, the greatest army in the this section of the universe. What they are doing here is a mystery, although I suspect they are merely passing through. They have honed space travel to some degree, but their strict discipline maintains that they must camp every three days on a nearby planet and deal with whatever they have to. By doing so, their reputation as the most fearless army of all remains.”
“Great. Another army. We’re about o for four right now,” replied Lardy. “I say we walk on through ‘em, and if we have, call ‘em out.”
“I’m not so sure about that old friend,” smiled Lash. “Although I’m sure that you, out of all of us, could push your way through, I think subtlety might be the way to go here.”
“Agreed,” said Stu. “Once again, it might be time for Grey to take Elag away from the army, and a few of us to act as decoys.”
“Yes, but this time,” added Cobalt, “I want you with Elag, Stu. From now on, there needs to be someone with immense power around Elag at all times. IB, you’re with him too, remaining hidden as always. Arachne, you’ll be our secret weapon in dealing with these Spartans.”
“Sounds good. Although, to be honest, I don’t want to make a habit out of bailing you guys out,” she smiled.
“Oh really?” smiled Stu back, with a strange owl grin.
And so Grey held onto Elag in his arms, as IB invisibly held onto his back between his wings, and flew above the Spartan army. Stu followed suit, as an owl, flying lower to see if the Spartans realized Grey was there.
And then Cobalt, Lardy and Lash, with Arachne hidden in spider form, approached the massive army.
“You’ve got some balls on you,” yelled a large warrior, “now come forward, and prepare to explain why you would dare approach us…”
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“We’re passing through,” said Lash flatly, “and we don’t appreciate being interrupted. And if you must know, we don’t really know who you are or why you’re here.”
“And we don’t care either”, finished Lardy.
The Spartans watched on wide-eyed, and grinning. To them it was madness to even think that three lone men could ever succeed and making their way through what they believed was the greatest army in all the universe.
“You, with the whips, you must be the warrior of this crew. The fat one and the young one don’t look to be more than your subordinates. Care to test your skill? If so, we might consider letting you pass.”
Before Lardy or Cobalt could protest, which they were prepared to do, a large smile crept across Lash’s face. Arachne, watching on from Cobalt’s large cloak whispered “oh boy…” to herself.
“If you think that you have anyone in this entire army with the skill, or balls, that will step forward.”
After the Spartans began yelling and screaming, many candidates began to step forward. Lash took over in minutes, and the Spartans hung to his every word. The game would be darts, Lash said, and whoever was the most accurate would prove to be the day’s winner. As the Spartans watched on, Cobalt smiled to himself, knowing full well that Lash was undoubtedly the best darts thrower that he had ever seen in his entire life. Lash held a variety of records at the Klordny festival for different events, most notably, for his skill in darts.
“Fuck this,” said Lardy loudly. “If Lash is gonna whip these boys, I’m going to make sure I get my fair share of beer and food. C’mon CK, lets raid their camp and see what they got.”
Cobalt smiled, realizing that by now, the competition had suddenly turned very friendly. In fact, every man in the camp seemed enthralled by Lash. What first seemed to be their interest in his bold attitude and skills with weapons, now appeared to be more…in fact, it seemed that they were all checking out his physique and good looks.
“Captain?” asked Cobalt to an older Spartan. “Why are you here?”
The Captain eyed him at first. Finally, he seemed to feel that Cobalt posed no threat. “Well, we’re just passing through mainly. Most of the boys think it’s a training routine, but we’re really just escorting the Venusian Virgins back home.”
“Venusian Virgins?” asked Cobalt suddenly, making Lardy whip his head around, suddenly showing interest again.
“Yeah. They were visiting a neighboring kingdom, looking for males to service them. To make passionate prayer to their goddess, Venus. Problem was that no one was willing to do it.”
“Um…what?” asked a wide-eyed Cobalt.
“No one was willing to pray with them.”
“Pray?” asked Lardy suddenly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean sleep with them! No one was willing to knock ‘em up. To give it to ‘em. No onen would have sex with them.”
“What?!!!” yelled Lardy. “Why not?”
“Why do you think? We’re Spartans. We all like to have sex with each other.” For a second it still didn’t register. “We’re all homosexual.”
Suddenly, Lardy looked like he’d been hit by a punch in the gut. It was all clicking to him. Of course they were all interested in Lash! They all wanted him bad! Lucky devil! But that meant…that there was a whole tent full of priestess virgins that were looking for a male to come in and have a big orgy with them?
“CK, we may have just had the luckiest break yet. Let’s go.” Lardy made a bee-line for the tent ahead of them, finishing his ale, and throwing the large drumstick of chicken in his hand to the ground.
Cobalt hesitated, ever so briefly, thinking about all he had thought about recently concerning Spacey and everything. Lardy looked back at him. “Let’s go Cobester, you don’t get these kind of chances often on journies like this. Enough self-evaluation and spiritual journeying for today, come and get laid.” Cobalt smiled, as Arachne leaped out of his cloak.
“And that’s where I get off this train!” she yelled to herself, leaping down. As she turned back, she watched as Lash continued beating Spartan after Spartan in darts, and they chanted his name in unison. Lash it seemed, had a long night ahead of him too.
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Arachne walked forward, joining Grey Birdboy, Invisible Brainiac, Stu and Elag, with a slightly annoyed look on her face. “Long night Arachne?” asked Stu smiling.
“You have no idea,” she said to herself, rolling her eyes.
A few hours later, Cobalt, Lardy and Lash stumbled one by one, rejoining the others. Elag looked at Cobalt, shaking his head, as IB watched on in awe as Lardy wiped away lip-stick from his face. Lash smiled too, not tired in the least from a long nights activity.
“Antonioch,” said Grey Birdboy. It’s in here, I know it is. The only question now, is how to get in?”
“I guess we should split up and search the mountain side,” said Stu, “using whatever skills you think would be of use. I’ll see if there is any magic to detect, IB, you see if you can use your power over light to see if the opening is reflected off the sun, or something along those lines. No one enter until we’re all with you.”
“You’re with me, Elag,” said Cobalt. Elag went over to Cobalt, grabbing his hand, as Cobalt put his cloak back on, covering his frame. “Where were you last night?” asked Elag.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Cobalt coolly, “we’re almost there!”
“Cobie…I don’t’ like it when you act that way with women.”
“Aw Elag, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Yes you do. You said you miss your wife, Fiona. I know you do! I can feel it in you! I can feel what you feel now, ‘member? You said you miss Spacey, and I know you don’t like other women like you like her.”
Obviously, Cobalt could see the boy was disturbed by these thoughts, and the connection between them was making Cobalt’s emotions confuse Elag. Although, maybe, Cobalt was just as confused. Spacey…he thought. Suddenly he felt very guilty about what happened the night before. He’d do anything to have Spacey again…
-------- Grey flew up to the top of the mountain, confident that the library would be closer to the top. The mountain was alone in the middle of a forest, with no other mountains connecting to it. He suspected it was man-made somehow, that the mountain itself was one vast library. Seeing it that way, he realized that there were probably hundreds of floors inside the mountain and that the library would be enormous.
From up high, he looked around. The mountain was surrouned by a forest, and outside of that was a large swamp land and marshes. Beyond, where the land stretched on, there was oceans. In fact, there was one section of the surrounding forest that opened up into pure swamp land and marshes, so he flew there.
Upon flying to that side of the mountain, he realized that the forestry was relatively new, and that the marshes may have one time been part of a larger lake that had long ago drained out into the ocean.
“That’s odd though…” he thought to himself, when it hit him. His calculating mind thought fast, and he grabbed his large spear out of excitement and flew to where he thought the opening might be. The forest was new, it hadn’t always been there. The marshes had once been a lake, and the forest was once submerged in water. Therefore, the mountain was once half covered with water, and was nowhere near as large as it was now. That would make the opening about half-way up the mountain, which was once where the mountain was level to the land surrounding it, before the valley had drained into an ocean, leaving land that would grow into the forest.
Flying into the inlet, he searched around frantically, before he finally saw it. A statue, covered in vines, protruded out of the side of the mountain, about half way up. Ripping away the vegetation, he followed it along the side of the mountain, until he ripped off enough to reveal a large bronze door. “LMBers! I’ve found it!” he yelled, realizing now that his excitement could not be contained.
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To say the library was vast was an understatement. It soon became apparent that even with all of them searching relentlessly, there would be no easy way to find what they were looking for. Greybird, curious anyway in learning how this ancient treasure trove of manuscripts was categorized, began cracking the ancient system.
As he did so, the others walked around in amazement over what was now before them. Elag walked between Arachne and Lard Lad, as Stu flew down and perched on his shoulder.
“Wow!” said Elag, surprisingly excited, “there a lot of books here!”
“You should read as many books as you can Elag,” replied Stu, “every thing you can read is good for you! Reading is what I consider the most important learning tool there is.”
As Stu spoke, Arachne eyed Elag, glad to see him smiling. She was still shocked at the way he killed those men on the cruiser, and could not help but feel uneasy around him. With a wave of his hands, he could kill, Lardy, Stu and her right now, and that destructive force was changing him more everyday. The others felt it too, and despite the attempts at light-hearted humor, things were more grim than anyone was willing to admit. Cobalt, who shared some strange connection with Elag, had been quiet and sullen all day. She wondered if his connection to Elag was draining him emotionally.
Lard Lad held the boys had, as he talked with Stu. He was glad Stu was here, and in the form of an owl. It made the boy smile, and that was more important these days than a lot of other big things. Lardy held the boys hand tightly, and hoped he was a comforting presence. He loved children, everyone knew that, and he was glad to help Elag. But the boy scared him a bit now, and he worried more than he’d like to admit. Everyone knew that Lardy had a dark-side to him, though few would ever speak about it. Lardy had learned to accept that over the years. But seeing this poor boy, who believed that he truly was evil made Lardy sad. To think that a boy this young was convinced that he was a bad person at heart…
IB walked with Lash, asking question after question about the night before. “You mean there was like a harem or something?” he asked curiously.
“I’d like to tell you IB, I really would, but you’re gonna have to ask Lardy. I was…busy.”
Lash smiled at IB’s impulsiveness, the kid had spirit. But right now he was hoping that Grey could crack this could and find what they were looking for. The mission had suffered a few setbacks, but was going smooth enough, and he wanted it over as soon as possible. The boy was a good kid at heart, although scared of being in these strange circumstances.
IB walked by Lash’s side, in his own thoughts now, figuring the pendant given to him by the LMBP Spectre. Things hadn’t gotten too rough yet, and he hadn’t even thought about using it. The Spectre had told him it would bring him back to Legion World if things were too out of control—evidently, the Spectre had some strange reason for protecting him above all others. But IB was sure that he wouldn’t find a reason to abandon his friends, he was here to help.
Cobalt sat quietly by himself, not far from Greybird, who continued figuring out how the library was categorized. Something was bothering Cobalt all morning, and now he wasn’t sure what it was. He felt guilty about the night before, although it took Elag’s words to realize it. He felt guilty about a lot of things, especially his dalliances with women. He’d give it all up in a second if it meant that he’d have Spacey back. It wasn’t fair that she was taken from him.
He felt that something was wrong with Elag too. The connection they shared…it was causing him to feel strange. Elag could tell what Cobalt was feeling emotionally, and Cobalt could tell Elag was scared right now, despite his attempts to hide it. Elag had killed those men, and he felt terrible about it, but Cobalt felt that in his heart, he knew Elag would do it again.
The new aura surrounding him felt strange too. The blue glow…the weird magic powers he had. He could heal now, and he felt some kind of spiritual awareness. Stu had said it was the power of ‘life’ while Elag had ‘death’, and that it was a potent force. But right now it was making Cobalt’s head ache sorely, as if there was something terrible coming that was making his power react this way. Were they in danger? Was it Elag? Was it something else?
“I’ve figured it out,” said Grey suddenly. “I think I know how to find what we’re looking for.”
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For the first time in weeks, Invisible Brainiac let out a huge sigh of relief. Finally, it appeared that there was some progress to this strange quest-mission. He listened to Grey Birdboy at first, understanding the workings of magic was not quite his forte.
Grey had found the book they were looking for, which up until now, could still have been only the work of rumors. “It’s an ancient index of powerful mages and magic places,” began Grey, “by the wizard Sulla. Apparently, the mage believed that he had terrible enemies among his magic brethren, and wrote this to chronicle their powers, locations and weaknesses! This is perfect for our mission!”
“What does it say about Septimus?” asked Lardy
“A good amount. It appears there are whole chapters devoted to Septimus”
“I had no idea he was so powerful a mage,” said Stu, “I had never really heard of him up until now. He must be ancient indeed.”
“Now all we have to do is begin reading this and learning what we can about him. We have no way of knowing how accurate the information is, but it’s a start.”
“I’ll use whatever spells I can that will help us,” added Stu, “there must be some way we can find the location of his infamous castle.”
The excitement seemed fresh, and IB smiled widely as he watched Lash and Arachne begin to relax. Sitting down, Arachne smiled, “now if only we had brought some Opal Nera.”
“Or a couple of those Spartans,” smiled Lash.
IB turned and looked at Elag, who suddenly looked very pale. “What’s the matter Elag?” he asked, “this is good news!”
The boy said nothing, and looked to be in some sort of pain. “What’s wrong?” IB continued.
Elag looked at him. He looked like he was going to throw up. “I don’t feel good…” said the boy.
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Lardy was overjoyed to hear that things were moving forward. As Grey and Stu worked things out, he turned to see what the others were doing. Up ahead, he saw Cobalt and figured he’d sit and share a few laughs with him.
Cobalt looked awful. “What’s the matter CK?” He looked pale, and was sitting. He had sweat building up around his foreheard, and was shivering.
Pulling his cloak up over his head, Cobalt tried to warm himself. “Uugh…” he groaned. “Lardy…something’s wrong. Something is very wrong.”
“What is it?” said Lardy quickly, leaning over.
“Where is Elag?”
“I don’t know…with IB?” responded Lardy. “Elag!” he yelled.
“My head is pounding…these new powers, they’re going crazy…something is coming. Something magical…I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know we’re in danger.”
“Elag!” yelled Lardy. “Stay here CK,” he said.
Suddenly they heard a large crash! Cobalt looked up, but wasn’t near anyone. He heard a low chuckle not far away. A strange skeletal creature was bending over one of the bookcases near him. It continued to chuckle to itself.
There were undead in the library. The forces of Septimus were here. They’d be found.
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Undead stormed up the mountain side, as silent Zombies and Skeletons made their way to bring death to those their master commanded should die. Sulla looked on saying nothing, his eyeless sockets betraying no emotion. The undead liche, master of all those around him, commanded that the enemies of Septimus be brought to death and the boy be brought to him.
Sulla had once been a great wizard, and was known as the “White Mage”. He was benevolent and worked only to provide safety and comfort to those who were too weak to provide it for themselves. He had made many terrible enemies in doing so, including the evil mage Septimus, who feared the world so greatly, that he would rather see it destroyed. Sulla was smart enough to realize that he would not live forever, so he made an index of all his enemies that included their locations and any weaknesses they might have, and hid it among his own allies. Eventually, it ended up in the greatest library that ever existed, although it had long been out of us—until today.
But Sulla was too far lost to feel any bit of nostalgia. His enemies never forgave this offense, and he was killed, struck down by those he knew hated him, as well as those he had thought were his kinsmen. Septimus was there that day, although he let the killing be done by the lesser people. He simply took the body of Sulla, the great mage who believed in love, and did the most terrible thing he could think of. He transformed Sulla, who once stood for honor and justice, into a creature of the undead, who had no souls or compassion.
Sulla was now a liche, the most terrible form of any undead, that of a great mage who no longer was affected by the greatest of struggles, that of life and death. He was the agent of Septimus, the most powerful one, and he was void of any compassion he might have once felt.
Sulla slowly walked, as his army of undead moved up the hill toward their destination. The Death Knight that had attacked Legion World road hard up the hillside, eager to kill any life he could find. The maiden who had killed many Legion Worlders, as well as almost killing Ultra Matt and Princess Crujectra, and Anne, a girl dating Cobalt Kid, laughed maniacally as she ran up the hill swinging her flail.
Sulla lifted his hands higher to the air, and the skeletons increased their pace! With a loud ‘Crash!’ they entered the ancient library.
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Lash and Arachne saw them immediately and quickly created a front line in a battle that had a never ending supply of undead creatures. Using his whips and darts, Lash took the skeletons apart without abandon, knowing full well that these creatures were not in control of their actions.
Arachne used her masterful fighting style to break the ancient bones that held these abominations together, as she also fired her webbing to hold as many against the walls as possible. She continued to shrink down to outmaneuver the skeletons, and then grew back up from her spider-form to land serious upper-cuts into the soon to be shattered jaws of the creatures.
There seemed to be a never-ending parade of these creatures. And then something worse stepped through. The Death Maiden leaped into the fray.
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“NO!” yelled Grey, devastated to learn that this library was being invaded. If a fight broke out, and the library were destroyed, all this great knowledge would be lost! After finally finding this place…
The book. He held it in his hands, and new that he had to protect it. He had only read a few pages, and they couldn’t risk it’s destruction.
Spreading his magnificent wings, Grey Birdboy looked to the top of the library, and flew as high as he could, holding onto the book for dear life. Seeing the top coming close, he took the massive spear that he carried with him and aimed it strait up high. Using his wings, which he had a lifetime’s worth of practice using, he accelerated his speed at continued rate, and moved faster. Positioning his spear to pierce the top of the library, he flew at it as hard as he could.
He knew what was above him. After figuring out where the entrance was, it took Grey only a matter of minutes to figure out how the library fit into the mountain. Biting down, he hit the top of the library as hard as he could, and his spear point ripped through the top. In seconds, he exploded onto the other side, coming out through the top of the mountain. Flying high, he smiled, happy to have saved the book. Then he looked down and saw a massive regiment of undead climbing up the side of the mountain.
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The Death Knight ran through the library on top of his hideous steed, as hellfire came out of its nose. Bookcases fell and carnage followed, as undead swarmed immediately around them.
Invisible Brainiac, grabbed Elagabolus and hurried along, trying to find safety. “Elag, follow me!” he yelled. Elag looked terrified, and IB strangely wondered if Elag would use his power again to destroy all these monsters.
Focusing, IB ran with Elag around a corner, into a swarm of undead. He blasted them immediately with his light powers, and turned back around, only to see the Death Knight coming at them, with a bladed lance aimed at the two of them. “Nooo!” screamed Elag, bursting into tears…
Suddenly Lard Lad bursted onto the scene, ‘porting in via the Lardforce and grabbing IB and Elag before ‘porting back out of the danger they were in. He reappeared next to Iron Rat, who was back in his human form and hurling fire balls into the clusters of skeletons and zombies. The fire burnt them well, and was the best offense to use, although it was destroying large portions of the library.
“I hope I’m forgiven for this travesty,” he said calmly, “but we can’t read those book if we’re dead.”
“It looks bad!” said IB, “they’re everywhere.”
“I know,” replied Stu, “Lardy, maybe you should take Elagabolus out of here…”
“Stu! Lardy!” the suddenly heard, as Grey Birdboy swooped back into the library and flew above them! “Come up here quickly! We need you both out here!”
“Grey, that’s impossible!” yelled back Stu! “They’re everywhere in here!”
“This is only a portion of what is coming!” yelled Grey “get out here quick!”
Before anyone could reply, Lardy turned to IB, saying “be careful IB,” and ‘ported onto the mountain top with Iron Rat and Elagabolus.
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The Death Maiden leaped at Arachne, swinging her flail overhead, in an attempt to smash her head clean off her shoulders. Arachne leapt back instantly, and fired her webbing at the Death Maiden, the catch her at the shoulder to stop her from swinging her weapon. It caught, but the Maiden proved powerful enough to still keep swinging.
Lash whipped undead creatures harshly, smashing them to pieces, as he positioned himself into battle with the Death Maiden. Grabbing his darts, he hurled them at the knees of the maiden, hoping to hit the bones hard enough to break them, so the legs would become useless. The bones, however, appeared to be too strong.
Arachne and Lash didn’t have the time to sigh, although they knew they would have. This was not going to be an easy battle. ------------------------ Elagabolus covered his eyes in horror at the sight he saw. Armies of undead stormed the mountain, and there appeared to be no end to them in sight. At the back of it all, a massive purple light was emanating from one man.
“That must be the leader of these creatures,” said Stu, “and I definitely feel a strong source of magic coming off of him. I’ll take care of him. Lardy, you protect Elag and think of something. Grey, watch that book and do what you can. Everyone, be careful.” And suddenly, Iron Rat blinked out of existence next to them, only to reappear down at the back of the invading undead armies. Lardy could see him face to face with whatever was down there.
“L-Lard Lad…” whispered Elagabolus, “there are so many…”
“I know…” said Lardy back.
“Elag, hold onto this book,” said Grey, “and don’t let anything happen to it. I’m going to make sure everyone else is alright.”
“Ok.” Said Elag in terror, as Grey Birdboy flew back into the chaos.
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Invisible Brainiac fired beams of light into the hordes of undead, destroying them instantly. He realized quickly that the key to this battle was to not be caught unaware, since there were just far too many opponents around him. He ran invisibly through the crowd, although he realized that without eyes, the undead were unaffected by him being unseeable.
Turning the corner, IB watched in terror as the Death Knight rode at him again. ‘Is this thing hunting him?’ he wondered. Running back around, he maneuvered out of the way, only to see his way blocked by a large and growing fire. The Death Knight leaped through a bookcase and came at him.
Cobalt Kid appeared out of nowhere and magnetically pulled IB up to him in the sky. Then, with a fury that IB had never seen, he looked down at the Death Knight and magnetically pulled him apart as hard as he can, so that bone and armor exploded everywhere. Cobalt, IB realized, was furious.
“Enough” was all he said. “this has gone on long enough.”
“Let’s help the others,” said IB
“Yes, we should. This library is destroyed, that’s a fact now. I’m going to use my magnetism to crush whole portions of these things into the side of the mountain. There is going to be a lot of damage. I suggest you start destroying these things en masse. Like I said, the library is done anyway…we may as well destroy the whole damn mountain too.”
IB looked at him surprised, but turned back. Anything, he thought, to end this chaos.
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Iron Rat appeared down at the end of the army, and saw what he was dealing with for the first time.
Upon immediate sight of the liche, he felt an intense terror that he had never experienced before. A feeling of utter disgust, in a way that his stomach curled up enough to make him want to vomit there on the spot. The lifeless, terrible eyes of Sulla gazed at him, oozing green slime, and showing a sense of utter pain and horror.
Without a word, Sulla cast as spell, making the grass and trees around them become rotten and infested with maggots. The grass turned black, and the Ratmage quickly felt as if his skin would burn on the spot. Using all his willpower and knowledge of spells, Stu quickly threw up a magic sphere of invulnerability, carefully deflecting the spell of disintegration.
Now, it appeared, the Ratmage had caught the arch-liche’s attention. Sulla turned to Stu, calling forth a terrible spell of contagion, as a the world all around them began to fester and decay, as sickness whipped around them like a whirlwind.
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Elag watched Lard Lad as the big LMBer viewed the invading undead hordes. What were they going to do? Elag now felt more scared than ever before, which was a feeling that he was sadly becoming used to.
Lardy watched on, and his eyes became more narrow, his face more grim. He was the supreme wielder of the Lardforce, one of the most powerful men in all of the galaxy. If there was any LMBer that had a chance at stopping such insurmountable odds, he was surely that LMBer.
“Elag…stay right here, and don’t move.” He said briskly.
“Where are you going?” replied the scared boy.
“Out there,” he said, nodding towards the mountainside.
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The Death Maiden continued her onslaught, although Arachne and Lash Lad had begun working together, and were confidently working her into the fire-trap that was quickly becoming the new addition to the burning library. Lash smiled, once again amused by how nonchalantly it felt to engage in so a dangerous battle, but years of doing it had given him a calm confidence in his fighting style that could not be suppressed.
Arachne was equally as cool in her demeanor, playing off of Lash’s strong points so that she could work in hers. By the two of them consistently dueling with the Maiden, she was not focusing on either one—clearly the result of her being an undead creature with no brain and therefore no clear thinking and strategic mind. She also noticed that the undead creatures had stopped hammering at her and Lash, clearly the result of Cobalt Kid and Invisible Brainiac using their more potent powers to rid the library of the higher quantity of enemies, while her and Lash used their more skilled powers to focus on a more deadly quality.
Quickly, Lash made his move. It was a technique developed by him and Midnight Son, a former LMBer, years earlier, and one that was constantly practiced in the LMB training rooms. Arachne recognized it immediately, as Lash purposely left himself vulnerable and open to a hit from the Maiden, forcing the undead creature to step forward and attack. Although she did land a hit with her flail, it narrowly slid across Lash’s arm, and although it pushed him back, it subsequently pushed the Maiden forward as well—leaving the undead wench open.
Arachne struck, and struck hard, across it’s back, using a tight-fisted blow to shatter the bones of the lower spine. She also added in her own bit of flavor, some webbing that tied together it’s knees, to make sure that the effect was more potent. Screaming in agony, the undead beast fell, as Lash stood back up. Holding out his whip he looked at it on the ground, in pieces now, and smashed his whip through it’s throat to take the head clean off.
“I almost feel bad for it…” he said, “…but I know it’s dead. Besides, we can’t fool around with this thing the whole time. Where’s Elag?”
“I’m not sure,” replied Arachne, “but this place is coming down. What’s that noise?” she asked, as they realized that they were hearing a continual THUMPING sound over and over.
“It’s Cobie,” said Lash, “he’s smashing those undead warriors by the dozens against the wall. It seems to be working, there’s bone everywhere, but the mountain can’t take much more of this…”
“You’re right!” they heard suddenly, and looked up, to see Grey Birdboy flying down to rejoin them. “Grab on and I’ll fly you out! This place can’t take much more…it’s sad too, to think that we’ll lose all this knowledge. I’m surprised that Cobalt would do this, such a waste…”
“He doesn’t seem like himself right now,” replied Lash, who clearly felt that it was Elagabolus that was causing this anger.
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Cobalt smashed the legions of undead warriors as hard as he could against the walls, scooping them up by the dozen and wiping them out as quickly as possible. At this point, his mind was a flash of images, blaring with rage at this horrendous attack. Although he had no idea that the true battle was raging outside at this moment, he was still overwhelmed by the sheer evil of a man to send so much death after one boy.
He thought of Elagabolus, and he realized that the link he shared with the boy was somehow responsible for this feeling of insuppressible rage. The boy was standing on top of the mountain above completely and utterly scarred, Cobalt could tell, but was somehow masking his anger by channeling it through Cobalt. “Elag…” Cobalt Kid thought, “…get out of my head!”
It was Elag that was burning this library down, and that was not a good thing. Cobalt tried to calm himself, and let his spiritual powers and healing side transfer itself to Elag to calm the boy. He focused on the blue aura that emanated from him when he used those powers, and tried to figure out how he held this link with Elagabolus, so he could calm him.
He continued using his magnetism to destroy the skeletons, and turned to see how Invisible Brainiac was fairing. He had no need to worry, and didn’t, since IB had clearly shown he was capable of being in these situations. IB was blasting the skeletons with his light powers, instantly incinerating them, while at the same time making sure his powers didn’t cut too out of control.
They were making a good team, and Cobalt was glad. Then he realized, however, that the mountain was continuing to shake. “Uh-oh,” he said out loud so IB would hear him, “this place is going to come down.”
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Iron Rat stared at Sulla, whose lifeless eyes stared back. The duel of mages had begun, although one mage was an undead arch-liche whose once calculating mind was nothing more than a machine bent on carnage and death. Stu knew this, and realized that this was his only chance in beating a being of such immense power.
As Sulla unleashed a fury of hellstorm upon him, which killed many of his undead too, Stu maintained the sphere of invulnerability around himself on sheer willpower alone, while at the same time summoning the strength to cast a deadly spell of his own. “Meteor Swarm” it was called, and it was one of the most deadly spells to cast in all of creation, although it was be necessary for this battle. Calling down the meteors that exist above the atmosphere of whatever planet he was on, Stu unleashed his own furious onslaught on the once great wizard.
The tools of a wizard were simple: willpower and intelligence. The mage must be intelligent enough to have researched and understood every aspect of his spells, which were incomprehensible to most men and women, while at the same time have the strongest and most engaging willpower possible to enforce those spells. Spells acted on willpower alone—a mage was only as strong as his ability to enforce his will over the will of another. Through the wittiness of knowing what spell would be good to use, and the willpower to enforce it, a mage could be unstoppable.
Supposedly, Sulla was once one of the greatest mages in the galaxy, although he was now a member of the undead. Yet, this was where he was weakest. Through undeath, Sulla had lost the most important weapons in his arsenal: his wits and his strong willpower that once allowed him to master anyone who dared approach him. The arch-liche that now stood as a shell of what once was a great mage could not match the legendary willpower of Sulla.
For Iron Rat, this was all he needed to know. He was the Ratmage, and the most benevolent of all magical forces that now existed in the galaxy. He was what Sulla once was, the greatest mage that stood for honor and justice. And his willpower was equally the stuff of legend.
As the meteors rained down from the heavens, and the contagion swept through Stu’s lungs, the battle of wills raged on that would determine who would be the victor in this test.
As the chaos ensued, none could see what was happening anymore. Dust settled. As on one knee, stood Iron Rat, the victor. ---------------
Sulla’s lifeless form disintegrated with the meteors that crashed down on him, and his bones turned to ash and dust, taken away by the winds. The once great mage finally had his rest, after the terrible torment of undead servitude to his enemy. Exhausted, Stu thought for a second he could hear the words “thank you” uttered in the winds.
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