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Rez wasn't sure, that man had rambled about many things. "If you cannot do not worry, I am more than capable of doing it. As for talk of war, I am afraid I didn't take note of what he said... I am sorry."
Dadramora nodded. Then, before he left to go towards the castle of Avaleur, he muttered something under his breath. All the burnt crops started to quiver, and then started to come back to life from the ashes. Within a minute, all crops were better off than they had been before, but it did tire Dadramora out a bit. "Well, I'm off my friend. Maybe we can meet again somewhere else, maybe in peace or maybe in battle." Then he took off towards Avaleur.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Rez nodded as he looke over the crops. They had been restored, but not that well. He would be spending the day restoring them it seemed. It didn't bother him however, he would do it for Jordan.
After Maurice had come crawling back, Goria had sent him away. Curious, he decided to see the damage Maurice had wrought. So he focused, found the site of the battle, touched Miyol and teleported. The first thiing he saw when he got there was the ruins of what appeared to be farmlands. "Woo, he did a number here."
Rez awoke an hour later. He had fallen asleep to reawaken. Focusing, the fissures began to close and plants regained their color. The earth was now very good for farming, they had Maruice to thank for that. Rez bent down and rubbed his hand in the earth, awakening it's potential, harvests would be bountiful.
Goria noticed the man fondling the earth and laughed aloud. "I take it you're the one who fucked Maurice up so badly?" He said, sniggering. Maybe he could convert this one as well.
Rez looked up, "No honestly that was a man named Dadramora.... Sorry to disappoint you, I am just a healer of earth." He kindly says. In this awakening Rez's attitude was overpowered by the awakenings rather than his own. "I am not a fighter..."
Rez looked up at Goria confused but still with a kindness that seemed as though to say he was sorry. "I don't understand what you mean by that sir. Please if it isn't much trouble, explain further."
Goria was getting impatient. "Stop acting so helpless. Reawaken and talk to me in your normal form, so I don't have to deal with this sad sack I see in front of me. I either want a worthy fight, or another general."
Goria smiled, then used energy magic to pull Rez towards him at speeds faster than should be possible. when he got in front of Goria he grabbed his throat. He leaned over and whispered in Rez's ear- "Tell Sacraa to fight me man to man instead of going off and fighting giant cats and my dragon. I want him dead."
Like this Rez couldn't stand being touched let alone grabbed. Roots shot up from the ground wrapping around Goria's feet and up his back. They attached to his neck and Rez recieved everything. His thoughts his past his desires, everything. The roots caused Goria to let go and Rez backed away explaining. "Sad sack? Hmf. These roots make you dependent on the land you are attached to. Break yourself free and suffer the draining consecence. I know what you are, it makes no deference, do not think I am underestimating you Goria. You free yourself too soon and your energy as well as life span will suffer dearly. Don't fear though, as long as I do not die, and the earth you are dependent on doesn't die, the roots will leave you in about ten minutes. Goodbye now, don't do anything stupid now." Rez walked away leaving Goria to wait out his 'timeout'.
Last Edit: Feb 10, 2012 10:02:48 GMT -5 by Deleted
Goria smiled at this man. Obviously he had no idea who he was, even if he said it. "Well, my young herbologist, you're sadly mistaken. My reserves of power are so vast I could blow this entire planet apart. I am also immortal, so I don't care if it does shorten my lifespan. You're a fool." With that, Goria focused and blew the roots apart. He felt a slight drain, more than he expected. "Do you know what matter is, my friend? It is solid energy. And I am very adept at controlling energy. Now, suffer." With that, Goria held out his hand and blew Rez's hand apart, into atoms and other particles nothing could see, not even him. "You were a fool to attack a god, my friend. Now, i am in good spirits seeing as I have three more generals from Avaleur themselves. Run along and deliver my message."
Goria had said he didn't know him, but he had tapped into his brain, his everything. He knew. His hand, flesh had ripped off and bone showed in a few spots, he underestimated how much exactly he was drained. "I am no fool, you will continue to weak for a while now. You didn't respect the earth that you were dependent on. God? No not in the slightest. If you don't run along soon even I, weak as I am, a healer, will be able to defeat you." Rez put his hand in the earth and brushed it off, it was healed completely.
"I am dependent on nothing. I have no need of food from this earth and I am sustained from the spirits I mastered in the fourth dimension. You drain my physical form, but not my spirtual self. And once again, you tapped into my physical form's memories. Now you have annoyed me, and now you will die." With that, Goria started chanting, and chains appeared around his body. Then, as the chanting continued, they fell apart until all were nonexistant. Then, his body dropped to the ground leaving a ghostly form of Goria standing. "You die now."
Once again Goria was wrong. Rez hadn't drained his physical self, in doing that his physical form would have died when it detached itself from the roots. No, Goria had drained his spirit, that was why his attacks were so weak. "Not now, someday though." Goria had just weakened himself by giving up his physical form. "I don't underestimate.... Please don't be a fool. Rest and recover, it will not take you long. Hunt me down if you so wish later, but I would rather not see your death." Rez again walked away, this time leaving Goria completely.
Goria's spirit sighed. This Rez was a fool in every sense of the word. That body didn't belong to him. It was filled with memories of a different person. But this Rez person would be interesting to battle one day. Goria laughed to himself. Those roots were similar to an attack a dragoon had used on him long ago... he really needed to update his wards and enchantments and would do so later, once he found another form to occupy. He sucked the life from every living thing around him completely out and refilled his stores of energy, then went off into the farmlands to find another host. It mattered not what they looked like, he could alter them into any shape he wished.