The Ice Lord
There goes a silent approach. The near-godliness of a being like the Icelord, however, didn't really promote a stealthy approach. Toric sighed, readied himself and quickly rounded around the corner, facing the Icelord.
"The Icelord... you knew I'd come," Toric asked calmly. The tension is the room was as thick as the chill in the air.
"Of course," the great being replied. His words cut deep into Toric's ears and even into his mind, like ice cutting its way through flesh. "I've been watching you the whole time." The Icelord raised his hand in the direction of a large orb on the other side of the room. Probably some sort of magical device he had used to spy on Toric. "Only a mortal who is not in my presence calls me the Icelord. I am Varyx, Lord of the North, Master of Cold, and Overseer of the Winter Season."
"Well then, Varyx, tell me. If you knew I was coming... why did you nothing about it?"
The Icelord acted as if he was about to pace around the room, but after taking one step he stopped and began to think. Finally, he looked Toric in the eyes anre spoke. "I wanted to see how capable you were. And I wanted to face you - personally." Then the demi-god continued his pacing until he made it to the side of the room, on the opposite end of the crystal ball. He used his armored hand to wipe away frost particles from the wall.
And there it was.
Dark and twisted. It was as if darkness itself had come together and molded itself into some dark weapon. The blade was of a dark grey color, with ancient runes adorned across the blade. Tick marks scratched into the surface made it to clear to any observer that the original wielder had slaughtered countless foes. The hilt was expertly crafted, and colored similarly as the blade, but with red lining going down it. Toric was not a man of magic, but even he could feel the power coursing through its make.
As the blade became visible beneath the ice, Varyx spoke up, "you've come for the Darkblade? The ancient sword of my foe, Sidonis? Or what is it you mortals call him - the Darklord, right? Hmph. Darklord, Icelord, Wraithlord... what cliche naming conventions you race of men come up with. Do you know why I have Sidonis' weapon, warrior?"
"It's the key to releasing him. It holds the power to free him, from the bonds you put on him."
"Such a perfect answer," the Icelord replied. "But I merely provided a ruse - a distraction. It was Wraith who bound him. There are only three reasons you would want this blade. The first is power. The second is for payment. And the third... you'd release Sidonis with it. But no mortal in their right mind would ever free Sidonis. There's nothing to gain from-"
"I'd gain everything I ever wanted," Toric interrupted abruptly.
"And what is that?" A moment of silence, interrupted only by the whisper of air, followed. Finally, Varyx realized what it was the warrior wanted. "Oh... the girl? You seek your lost daughter, is that it? Wraith took her from you, and now you've made a deal with Sidonis. Free him, and he'll resurrect the one you hold most dear."
Toric nodded, "that's right. So you know my intentions. Do I need to fight you for the blade, or will you hand it over to me?"
"Fool, fool, fool. Sidonis would destroy your world. Even if he follows through on his end of the bargain, what then? Your entire world will fall apart. Cities will crumble, plague will rip through the countryside, hurricanes will flood the coasts, locusts would eat your crops, and Varan blood will be the cause of it all. Is this what you want? Is this what you want for your daughter? You'd disturb her rest to bring her into a world of decay and death. What kind of man are you, Toric Valgard?"
Toric drew his sword and prepared to face the demi-god. "I'm the man who'll doom the world for just one more day with my daughter. Make your choice, Varyx of the Icelands."
Varyx sighed and drew his blade. It was a longsword of cold ancient making, decorated with blue runes. It hissed as he drew it from his sheath. "The answer is NO. The monster Sidonis will never be released as long as I live."
"Then live no more."
Both beings charged from either side of the room, clashing at its center and locking blades. The Icelord was far stronger and pushed Toric back, but Toric never gave in and pushed against him, his feet sliding on the icy floor. Toric finally broke off, ducked, and dived through the Icelord's legs. Varyx stumbled forward against the momentum but caught himself, quickly spinning around and slashing as he did so. Toric reared back, barely dodging the blow and lunged forward with his blade. With an artful diagonal block, Varyx deflected the blow and slammed his offhand fist into Toric's face, sending him reeling back.
Back on your feet, back on your feet! In his heavy steps, the Icelord walked to where Toric had landed and reached down to grab him, but Toric rolled over at the last second and spun around, hacking his sword into the Icelord's thick armor. The impact 'dinged' but made no headway. It was as if the blow never even landed. Not the result Toric expected. The Icelord backhanded Toric in the face and sent him flipping back. "Hahaha," the Icelord laughed, "mere steel - no matter how it is forged - could ever penetrate my armor."
Toric's eyes darted around the room, looking for some opportunity. There! The Darkblade! If Toric could get the Icelord to break open its casing...
Toric dodged another blow from the Icelord and darted across the room, positioning himself against the wall where the Darkblade was. Varyx walked back over with his heavy steps and raised his blade high above his head. It came crashing down to Toric's body, but he dived to the side with all his might. 'Klish!'
Ice shattered as it landed against the floor. The Darkblade's hilt hung out in the open, ready to be retrieved. But Varyx knew exactly what he was planning and refused to leave the post. "You won't have it, Toric. This weapon holds a power mortals can't control. It's locked in here for a reason."
Toric charged towards Varyx, lunging with his sword but failing to make any real impact against Varyx's defense. With a quick side-step and spin he maneuvered himself behind Varyx, grabbing the Darkblade and pulling with all his strength.
It was luke a sudden surge of adrenaline. Power flooded his gripped hand and coursed through his body, to his heart first and then throughout the rest of himself. He had over-exaggerated the strength required to free the weapon, and when his newfound strength allowed him to yank it throught he ice as if it was butter, he flew onto his back. He was fortunate, as the Icelord had already spun around and slammed his great blade into the wall, where Toric's shoulders would have been.
"No... I'm warning you, Toric! It will corrupt you! He will corrupt you!"
Toric ignored him and charged forth once more. There was no unfairness in this battle. The power of the blade had imbued the Varan with such strength, vigor, speed, and reflexes that it matched Varyx's own. For a few moments Toric had the advantage, gaining ground. The next moment Varyx had the advantage. It was a back and forth struggle as both duelists luncged, plunged, slashed, gashed, hacked, and whacked.
Until something in Toric awakened. Whatever gave him this perception embedded itself so deep into his mind that it became part of him. The Icelord suddenly grunted and Toric looked on in surprise as his blade was dug into Varyx's abdomen. Iceblade feel from his hands and onto the floor, clanging as it hit the icy floor. The Icelord shook and his head rolled around before he finally looked at Toric with blue eyes. "You've no idea... what you're... getting into..."
"Neither did Wraith when he took my daughter." Toric spun Darkblade in his hand, turning it upside down and then plunged it into the open mouth of Varyx, pushing down and driving it deeper and deeper into his throat - down into his gut. Varyx choked and gurgled, his eyes wide with pain.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the right. "Toric!" He looked over to see noneother than Valius Valgard - Warden of the North. At that moment the power within Varyx's body exploded. Whatever flesh and bone he was made of seemingly vanished, but his metallic armor flew to all sides of the room and even sent Toric reeling back. The power within him had exploded, rocking the Crystal Spire and blowing a hole into the floor and the roof. The entire tower, as ancient as it was, seemed to lose all foundation...
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