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Ataya
Topic Started: Jul 16 2007, 10:43 AM (9,912 Views)
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Drathmor finished his spell; the winds blew stronger and the lightning crashed with new fury. Undead were reduced to nothing but dust, and this dust was carried by the winds onto the battlements where hundreds of undead were reformed.

The Dark Lord watched with sickening satisfaction.

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Weisslanders screamed in terror as undead materialized from the air before them. This new attack had been unexpected, but it was nothing they could not handle.

Leading out from the front of the command tower was a wooden walkway that connected the tower to the battlements. Some scaffodling had been constructed below to support it. Mordain took the walkway now, moving swiftly to the battlements.

Raising his staff, Mordain sent many of the undead hurtling to their demise quickly. He summoned his sword and began to hack his way down the wall, clearing away the mindless servants of Drathmor.

Around Mordain, archers still fired where they could and the catapults continued to launch their attacks. Oil was again brought forward and poured onto the enemy.

And then there was a thundering beat, a terrible sound that signalled one thing and one thing only; the collosal battering ram had reached the gates and was beginning its task.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Mage Lord Sergares drew her own sword and followed Lord Mordain to the battlements. She hacked down two undead in short order before she heard the ram.

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Kor'Mor'Oka saw the chaos on the walls and the ram reaching the gate. He began to walk forward, wanting a closer view before he would join the battle.
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With a horrific howl, Mordain unleashed a dark creature from his body; a revenant formed from shadow. The mighty creation tore into the undead, casting them aside and felling them as if they were nothing. Mordain turned and moved in the other direction from his minion. One of the dead made a clumsy swing for the mage's torsoe, but Mordain stepped back before booting the creature in the chest and shattering it. With a quick swing, he beheaded another lifeless foe. The undead were weak opponents; their only strength lay in numbers.

Turning sharply, he saw a ladder being raised to the wall. He pointed his staff towards it and spoke a powerful weakening spell. The wood of the ladder rotted at such a rate that the very wood crumbled to dust in the hands of the undead as they climbed it. With their support gone, the warriors plummitted to the release that would come with death.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Talath and Nola fought back to back as they tried to clear the undead from the walls. Each one moved with fluid motions, slashing and thrusting, carving a path through the foul creatures. The soldiers around them battled furiously, but it was clear they were gradually becoming tired.

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Nerris had been almost stunned when the undead had gained this magical foothold on the walls. The soldiers around him fought on, barely paying him a moment's notice. He spoke the words of a spell and pointed his staff at a group of undead, setting them on fire. They flailed helplessly as the soldiers put them to the sword and cast them from the wall. Nerris felt drained, like he had no magic left, and this was only the beginning.
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The Dark Lord watched Mordain Thaendil and his allies fell the undead atop the walls. This was growing tiresome to Drathmor. He turned to Urden'Hel.

"Send a group of Nathremahl to the walls. Tell them to target the leaders."

The Dark Disciple bowed. "As you command, my Lord."

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Mordain tore his sword free of a corpse and blocked a weak attack. His assailant was quickly cut-down.

A cold air surrounded the defenders atop the walls. As a ghostly wind began to slowly sweap the battlefield, the Weisslanders could feel darker creatures drawing near to the battlements.

Shrill cries brought many of the weaker soldiers to their knees as they tried to block out the sound. Bats descended upon the walls and formed into six creatures. They were draped in dark, blood-red cloaks. Beneath their cloaks, they wore leather armour as black as night and designed to resemble bones and skulls. Only their hands could be seen; their skin was rough and grey. Their faces, like Mordain's, were hidden in unnatural shadow. Two pools of red gleamed out of the darkness of their hoods.

These were Nathremahl, the vampiric shock troops of the Defiled Kingdom. It had been many years since Mordain had battled one of them. He stood facing two of them; they held cruel, jagged longswords as their weapon of choice. Behind him, another three Nathremahl began advancing down the wall to battle against the defenders there. The sixth Nathremahl attacked the command tower, where it would face Shaellana.

"Dark beasts! Begone from this place." said Mordain as he lowered his sword into a defensive stance and held his staff straight.

"You are a fool Mordain, to deny the power that the Dark Lord could give you. If only you would submit to His will." said the first of the creatures.

The two vampires rushed towards Mordain in a flurry of speed. They slashed visciously at Mordain. He blocked one of them and was able to blast the second foe back some ten feet with a simple spell.

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The Nathremahl appeared suddenly within the command tower. In an instant, it slew one of the mage lords present there before knocking two guards from the tower with its superior strength.

Shaellana drew her sword and moved her hand slowly across its surface. She spoke a single spell word and the blade was ignited in fire. Moving with unnatural speed, she attacked the vampire, though it blocked. This would be a testing fight, but she would not allow herself to be defeated by the Nathremahl. Not again.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Kor'Mor'Oka licked his lips as he watched the Nathremahl go to work on the wall. Soon he would join the battle, just as soon as he found a suitable target.

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Nerris was starting to panic now. The number of soldiers on his part of the wall were dwindling, and he was of little help. Speaking words of magic he lashed out with his staff, which crushed the skull of some undead fiend due to the spell he had placed upon it.

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Tabitha Sergares cut through another fleshling with ease. Turning sharply she barely dodged the attack of something far worse, a Nathremahl. The mage lord dropped her staff and took up a two-handed pose with her sword, blocking two powerful strikes in quick succession. The "ice queen" made an attack of her own, to try and force the creature back, but the Nathremahl barely moved, simply blocked and continued its onslaught.
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Borsun sprinted a long the wall using his empowered staff to knock apart undead creatures with brute force, and unleashing powerful blasts which knocked down the ladders a long the walls. He felt more powerful than ever he thought with glee, though he understood of course that his power was nurtured by the anger he felt. He was dangerous, though possible more to himself than to the undead creature. He ignored it, there was a battle to fight.

He looked down the wall. Mordain faced some kind of elite vampires, Tabitha was close with him. Further down there was more of the same vampires Borsun slaughtering the soldiers of Weissland, but there were many of the Seekers down there as well.

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More and more undead were arriving at the base of the wall and more ladders were being raised. If this continued, then the battlements would not last long.

Mordain stepped back to avoid an attack and then made one of his own. His blade smashed into the weapon of his vampiric enemy, driving it down to the ground as Mordain brought his staff into the creature's face with startling speed and force. The strike knocked the vampire back and it seemed stunned, for the moment at least.

The blade of the second Nathremahl suddenly appeared across Mordain's arm. His left sleeve was cut away from the elbow to the wrist, and his skin could be seen. Even the vampire was surprised by the appearance of the man it faced. But the Weisslanders were involved in the heat of battle; Mordain felt confident that none had taken note of his unnatural appearance.

The Mage of Shadows turned quickly upon the Nathremahl. He reached out with his left arm, the one which bore the cracks of dark power, and seized the vampire by its neck. He lifted it from the ground effortlessly and held it tight in his grasp. The vampire shrieked and thrashed out as the mere touch of Mordain's strange skin burned through the creature like a deadly acid. A few moments later, the creature was dead.

Mordain waved his hand along his arm, whispering words of magic as he reconstructed the sleeve of his robe. Satisfied, he moved towards the vampire he had previously stunned.

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Shaellana ducked and dodged strike after strike from her foul enemy. The vampire was fast, skilled and dangerous. Leaping back, she dodged a wide weap by the vampire. She then rolled forward quickly and brought her sword up and across the creature's torso. The vampire was not destroyed, but the fire that wreathed Shaellana's weapon seared its flesh and continued to burn. The Nathremahl stumbled around, howling in agony. Fire; vampires had a strong vulnerability to it.

Shaellana rose and walked towards the vampire before beheading it. Its body crumbled to ash and its armour fell to the floor.

The High Seeker extinguished her fires and watched Mordain advance towards another of the foul creatures.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Sergares ducked a swipe from the vampire and stabbed her sword into it's gut. The vampire staggered back, but she knew it was not a killing wound for a Nathremahl. Tabitha Sergares backed away quickly as she blocked and parried sword strike and blow, tiring and weakening.

She leapt back from a huge downward strike, but tripped backwards over one of the dead bodies of the soldiers on the wall. Her sword fell from her grasp, landing just out of reach on the wall. Instinctively she raised her hand towards the fast approaching vampire and shouted several words. The flames leaped from an area in front of her open palm towards the vampire, but it was too fast. It ducked and the flames burned three undead behind it. They crumpled to the ground, no longer a threat, but that did not help Sergares.

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Talath moved quickly passed the bodies of the fallen. With his two blades at the ready he walked up behind the vampire as it raised its sword to strike down whoever lay just out of his sight. The vampire said darkly "Now you will die."

Talath did not hesitate, plunging both his weapons into the back of the creature, with as much force as he could muster and said "Not so fast vampire." The vampire fell to its knees as Talath withdrew his weapons to attempt to decapitate it. But the vampire kicked backwards, hitting him in the chest and knocking him to the ground before he could strike again.

It gave Sergares time to stand and exhusted as she was, she lifted her sword and swung at the vampire's head, cleaving it clean off. She stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, sword arm hanging limply at her side.

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Kor'Mor'Oka smiled wickedly and raised his arms as he jumped up and took to the air. He beat his wings furiously, picking up speed quickly, aiming for the perfect point on the walls. His target was obvious, and so deliciously perfect for him to kill.
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Mordain brought his staff down ontop of the vampire, but the Nathremahl assumed bat form just before it was hit and reformed quickly behind Mordain. The mage was thrown forward, but he landed in a crouch and swung his leg back to knock his foe over. The vampire jumped back and Mordain rose quickly. In a single, precise attack, he threw his sword through the air and it struck the creature in its dark heart. The vampire crumbled away.

Mordain dismissed his sword and looked down from the battlements at the carnage below. He looked along the wall to where three ladders had been raised close to one another. Mordain aimed his staff at this cluster of ladders and spoke again from the lore of weakening. The wall began to shake and a part of the battlements dislodged itself and fell to the ground, crushing many undead and sending the three ladders tumbling down. The wall had only been damaged slightly; it would not aid in the undead in breaching the wall. In fact, it would hinder them, as ladders would no longer be able to find grip on that section of wall.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Nerris was fast running out of spells, and the soldiers were falling quicker than he would like. Really he would like them not to fall at all and to beat these undead, but there seemed little hope of that. He whacked another creature from the wall with his staff and then chanted a few words to set the ladder on fire. The wood crackled as it burned, and the undead gave off a horrible smell of charred flesh as they fell from the ladder and it finally collapsed.

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Nola headed back along the wall, ducking under the flailing grasp of one undead, hacking it down as she came up again. She ran on, kicked a fleshling in the face as it tried to climb from a grappling hook onto the wall and as it fell, she used her swords to hack through the rope. It dropped away, taking at least three undead with it, but this was nothing. She ran on again, heading to an area of the wall which needed reinforcing. She could see the mage she had helped earlier, he was floundering clearly. Not a battle mage, she concluded.
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Drathmor's eyes were now fixed upon the gate. The ram was making good progress; the gate would break soon, despite the Weisslanders' efforts to reinforce it.

As for the wall, well, the Dark Lord still had means of dealing with that.

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Brae ran along the wall with great speed, slicing through any undead in his path. He did not stop until he reached the battlements above the gates. There, he took a small, black sphere from within his cloak. The sphere looked to be made of dark clay, or something of the sort, and was sealed shut. Only a whick, portruding from the top, provided any link between outside the sphere and inside the sphere. Brae produced a red crystal and held it near the whick. He pressed his hand gently against the surface and willed it to obey his command. In responce, the whick was lit. Brae hurled it from the battlements, straight at the ram.

With devastating effect, the sphere hit the right side of the ram's metal shell. The sphere erupted upon impact and fire spread, as well as a dark liquid which was obviously highly flamable. The amazing thing was that the liquid actually grew in amount as it was exposed to the flames, causing the fire to spread further and further, until the liquid's power was extinguished. In seconds, the entire right side of the ram was engulfed in flames.

Brae smiled as the ram crewmen within were destroyed. That'll slow them down.

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Mordain made sweeping attacks with his staff along the battlements, successfully knocking many undead from ladders to the ground below. Weissland soldiers were quick to push the ladders backwards.

Then, the air changed and the ground shook. Mordain looked deeper into the sea of enemies and he saw the source; a large, undead... thing was rising out of the ranks. It looked to be some form of wingless, undead dragon, but more mutated than that. Its body was formed of the bones of many creatures. It began making its way towards the wall. It was practially the height of the wall. Mordain knew it had to be taken down.

He turned back towards the closest sentry. "Have all catapults do what they can to take down that monstrosity!"

The sentry sprinted away to deliver his message.

Mordain looked back at the charging beast. As it drew closer, horror spread across the mage's face as he realised the full purpose of this creature. Upon its back was a metal and wooden framework, as well as ladders, spears, ropes and such. The framework had crude walkways and would be easy to climb. This beast was not meant to take down the wall, it was meant to allow the undead to climb onto it. And based on the size of the creature, a very large number of undead would be able to climb up it at a time...
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Vardakh saw the ram pound against the sturdy gate of Ataya. Mounted upon his horse, his undead legions stood silent and patient behind him. He turned to Xeror who was mounted also. He nodded, and his Lieutenant smiled. He turned to Malkili, who bore Vardakh's standard. The demon roared as Malkili's unit poured forward - two and a half thousand demonic archers.
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HIC, I demand that you bludgeon yourself with a rock until your mental status returns to the level of a rapist who calls back to apologise! Your use of elaborate language and words is making me uneasy. Although, I am somewhat relieved to see that your punctuation remains shit-based.
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"This way!" Elandir shouted. The ground was really shaking now. From down in the tunnels, it was amplified further. With every step whatever undead monstrosity took, the ceiling threatened to fall in.

"What?" Arhaina called after him. The noise was terrible.

"THIS WAY!"

There were a three of Elandir's men nearby. It took two to collapse each of the supports, and they came in pairs, with intervals of about three meters. The tunnel still held because of the walls and roof, but those were wooden, whilst the supports were of stone. They came apart easily, when two worked together, as they had been made to do so. The ventilation system was closed, so there was not much air to breathe, and the tunnels were small and restricting, but progress was fast. They would be ready soon.

All the while, the man at the rear - the strongest one of the five - carried a barrel of Mordain's oil, letting a small amount trickle out behind them. When they were done, they would be able to open the ventilation system and set the trail alight. It wasn't deep underground, so the ground above was soft enough to fall in once the wooden structure burned through.

Elandir smiled. When he had ordered this tunnel built, he had intended it as an escape route, and so most of it was around the perimeter, where he or his men could leave with relative safety. Of course, he had had all of those exits closed up in preparation for the battle. The only remaining exits were inside Ataya.

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Lathaon held out his staff and brought out a ray of dazzling white light, shining it down into the middle of the masses as he flew closer. He poured into it the heat of intense sunlight.
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Flaming boulders crashed into the monster as it neared the wall, but the creature would not stop. It was mad, driven by nothing but the command it had been given; breach the city.

Mordain watched it draw closer and closer. And he noticed a blinding beam of light falling from the sky, striking the undead to quite devastating effect. The Mage of Shadows knew the source; only Lathaon could conjure such magic. The light tore a path of destruction through the undead ranks, though their numbers were such that any gaps were quickly filled.

Mordain stood facing the great monster that he knew would allow the enemy to reach the battlements. He stood perfectly still, holding his staff in both hands before him. His eyes were closed and his mind began to focus. Unmoving, he drew power to himself. He would need it if he were to do anything against the undead that would soon be upon him.

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Drathmor rose from his throne, watching the eagle rider bring a beam of divine light through his soldiers. Such power... it was impressive, for a mortal.

The Dark Lord turned towards one of the orc warlords that stood nearby.

"Yes Lord?" asked the orc, his voice gruff and his eyes dim.

Drathmor's hand flicked and he spoke necromantic words. The orc fell to his knees instantly, all the colour gone from his body. He was dead. And then the Dark Lord drew the orc's angry soul from his body before it could pass on. With another hand gesture, he propelled the spirit through the air towards the eagle rider.

The orc spirit surged around the eagle, lashing out with the powers it had to steal the very life force of the eagle and its rider.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Talath got to his feet and looked about him, making sure there were no enemies nearby. It seemed that this section of the wall was relatively well-defended for now. He looked around and nodded to the mage lord that he had helped.

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Sergares took a deep breath and said to the Seeker "My thanks." She was about to turn and continue along the wall, when she saw a movement in the sky out of the corner of her eye. Tabitha Sergares barely had time to move.

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Kor'Mor'Oka landed on the wall with such an impact that a cloud of dust was thrown up. With reflexes so fast they could hardly be seen, he drew a sword which looked like a blackened shard of metal. He lashed out with the point of his elbow and caught Talath in the face, knocking the man backwards and staggering him. The vampire smiled sickly and turned on the woman in mages robes to his left, making three quick slashes in the space of as many seconds. Sergares was on the defensive, only just able to block the viscious attacks.
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Lathaon didn't know who had sent the spirit up against him, but he failed to dismiss it with the effort he thought was necessary and was unable to protect the other rider behind him, who collapsed, lifeless. Lathaon turned the eagle sharply and let it tumble down in a spiral, in the general direction of the wall, clinging tightly on. It looked very much like he had lost control of the creature, but as they reached the wall, it pulled up and flew over, giving the archmage the chance he needed to drop down onto solid ground. He landed near the edge, barely on his feet, but kept his balance. The orc spirit had fallen behind slightly but now it pounced on him. Lathaon dodged as he muttered words. He caged it in a shell of magic and allowed it to fall down to the foot of the wall.

Then he turned his attention to the coming army.

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The footsteps from above became even louder. Elandir stopped at the next junction.

"That's enough. The roof will fall in if we stay down here any longer."

He led the others out and sent two of the men to open up the ventilation system.

"Let's hope I can conjure a little fire," he said. When he heard the shafts move, he spoke spell words in a clear voice. A few sparks leapt from his fingertips. Nothing special, but it was enough to start the fire. "Now, we run!"
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((Ok, to be honest I haven't been reading this, so can someone give me a brief on how the battle is faring?))
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((I have only just got involved but thus far the forces of Drathmor have reached the gate and are pounding upon it, whilst Lathaon rides upon an eagle in the sky, smouting death upon the Undead below.))

Vardakh took the longbow and the arrow. He strung the weapon and pulled back on the string. The bow creaked with age as he pulled back before releasing the bolt into the sky. Hissing like a serpent, it found its mark in the neck of a Weissland officer atop the battlements.
chadden, Oct 15 2008
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HIC, I demand that you bludgeon yourself with a rock until your mental status returns to the level of a rapist who calls back to apologise! Your use of elaborate language and words is making me uneasy. Although, I am somewhat relieved to see that your punctuation remains shit-based.
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((Undead are attacking the gates with a massive ram, which is being re-crewed at the moment since the former crew were slain by Brae. Also, a massive, undead, 'living' siege tower (essentially) is making its way towards the battlements.))
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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