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Ryker is a man out of time and out of place. Pursued by spectral warriors clad in skeletal mail, he had been on the run for weeks now. He decided he would draw the last line here and now against three of the spirits chasing him. His coin pouch as empty as his stomach, Ryker had no other choice, but to stand and fight. He could not go on like this forever. With his serpentine medallion vibrating, Ryker draws his silver blade from his back and points it towards the closest specter. He had tried the steel sword before but these creatures seemed to be weak to silver. Regardless, only he would emerge from battle or his enemy, they had made this clear during his first encounter when one of the warriors nearly cleaved his right ear off and even then Ryker had nearly lost his head were it not for the timely intervention of his blade.
The first specter charges Ryker clad in plate mail from head to toe, with an intimidating skull visage and giant axe above his head. Not wanting to waste energy deflecting the blow, Ryker rolls to the warrior's right and the axe still nearly connects! As he rises, Ryker thrusts the silver blade into a gap in the armor, where the arm meets the torso. The blade sinks in and meets flesh and blood, despite the spectral appearance. The warrior groans in pain and kicks Ryker and his blade away from him. Wounded, he takes a knee and the next warrior rushes forth!
This next spectral warrior is armed with a cruel looking mace and kite shaped shield. Ryker's blade is above his head, but he does not attack and let's his opponent take the initiative. This proves smart as the last warrior, armed with a twisted glowing staff flings a spell at Ryker who dodges the green bolt of energy with ease. The mace wielding one attempts a swing at the shoulder of Ryker who deflects the blow and kicks him away. The two spectral warriors back off and look at one another, then attack in unison with the mace user charging using the shield to block and the staff user shooting green lightning at Ryker! The magic attack slows down Ryker enough for the other to connect a solid shield bash that leaves Ryker reeling. He quickly guzzles down some potions as he gets back up and the veins on Ryker's face begin bulging.
Ryker launches the next attack and charges the mace wielder while keeping the staff wielder behind the his target. The flurry of blows are met by the shield and the counter attack comes! However, Ryker had counted on this and manages to parry the blow sending the warrior back several steps attempting to regain balance. The staff user sends the earth flying up at Ryker but is then interrupted by a bright bomb explosion loosed by Ryker. With both warriors blinded Ryker makes his move on the mace user and swings at him with the silver blade on a wide arc aimed at his head. The staff user only vaguely hears something heavy hitting the ground and sends a heavy shockwave in a 360° arc around him! Ryker waits for his opportunity but the staff user is clearly recovered when he points his staff at him and begins an incantation in a foreign language. Ryker's medallion begins vibrating harder than he's ever felt and the hairs on his whole body are raised. He readies himself for the inevitable attack and gets blinded by a bright green light and then drops to the ground from a profound sense of vertigo. Ryker finds it increasingly difficult to breathe and soon his consciousness fails.
"Damn, that's it for me..." are Ryker's last thoughts as his mind fades to black. "Nobody in my trade has ever died in their bed, at least I gave a good account of myself. Still.... To.. Think that this..... Is the end?"
Eventually, Ryker comes to with one hell of a migraine, but alive. There are no signs of the warriors who he just fought. The area around him is nothing but rolling fields of green with the sun hanging low in the sky. He had last remembered it being midday and being in the woods. "Teleportation most like, but who knows where I ended up?" Ryker thinks and shrugs as he undresses to examine the blow he took earlier. His pale body is covered in scars all over, mementos of prior battles. The area struck by the spectral warrior is already turning purple and his ribs hurt. Ryker puts on a compress with a healing salve to dull the pain. Then he lays up against a tree stump, trying not to dwell on how he will get back home. "Safe for the moment, good enough for me..." Ryker thinks as he drifts off to sleep.
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