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| Gorfang | Jan 7 2008, 09:49 PM Post #601 |
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Kor'Mor'Oka advanced on the retreating Sergares. He had blood on his mind and could not be swayed. They exchanged attacks for a few moments until the vampire blocked a heavy-handed waist-height swipe and pushed Sergares backwards with his free hand. As she staggered and tried to keep her feet, a soldier swung in with his spear, trying to disembowel the vampire. But Kor'Mor'Oka was too quick, sidestepping and pulling the spear passed his body, dragging the soldier close enough. With a thrust of the neck, the vampire sunk his fangs into the neck of the soldier, biting a chunk of flesh away. Arterial blood sprayed onto Kor'Mor'Oka's face and chest. The vampire swept the soldier's feet out from under him and firmly planted a foot on the man's chest. He stabbed the man three times viciously in the heart and slowly withdrew the sword and licked the blade's edge as he watched the disgusted look on Sergares face. Turning with unnatural grace and an obscene cunning, the vampire punched the Seeker Talath in the gut, lifting him up with terrible strength before slamming the man down on the stone of the battlements. He smiled and spoke as he returned to advancing on the woman "Wait your turn boy." |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Jan 7 2008, 09:56 PM Post #602 |
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Mordain beheaded another of the undead and parried several attacks before casting a quick spell to disperse his assailants. A terrible crack sounded across the battlefield, followed by cries of battle and screams of pain. Mordain looked slowly in the direction of the sounds, hoping that they were not what he thought they were, but such hope was in vein. To Mordain's dismay, the gates of the city had been breached by the massive ram of the Defiled Kingdom. Undead were pouring through the gap, and being met by the blades of the Legion. Mordain knew his soldiers would keep the undead at bay for a time, but even they had their limits. With the gates gone, the it was only a matter of time before the whole city fell before the Dark Lord... |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jan 7 2008, 10:05 PM Post #603 |
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The Lord Castoden
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James watched as the gate collapsed, and knew that the city was now on its last legs. "Lord Mordain!" called James. "Is everyone evacuated?" |
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| Ariakas | Jan 7 2008, 10:11 PM Post #604 |
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Borsun slammed apart two undead warrior with his empowered staff before leaping from the stairs leading up to the battlements down into the courtyard. A short sprint brought him to the gate, and with a mighty roar he threw himself into battle with magical fury. |
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| chadden | Jan 7 2008, 10:29 PM Post #605 |
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Mordain hacked his way through another undead as he replied to James. "Yes, my Lord. The people of Ataya are gone from here!" |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jan 7 2008, 11:29 PM Post #606 |
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The Lord Castoden
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With a nod, James looked around, climbed up on the battlements, and shouted, "Relinquish the wall! Down to the lower levels!" There was no point in trying to fight for the wall any longer, not with the gate gone. Their best bet would be to retreat into the city and fight their way out. |
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| Ariakas | Jan 7 2008, 11:33 PM Post #607 |
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Borsun ducked beneath a blow before slamming his staff into the abdomen of the undead creature, setting its torso on fire with a magical phrase. He cried to Brae, who he could see close by. "Some of us needs to hold them off, to buy time for the withdrawal further in," he roared over the intense battle. |
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| chadden | Jan 7 2008, 11:54 PM Post #608 |
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Mordain listened to James' command. He was right; the defenders had to fall back. "Fall back!" roared Mordain, echoing James' orders. Defenders were withdrawing, slowly albeit, but they were doing it. ----- Brae heard the mage and knew he was right. Slowly, he turned to Marr and nodded. The big man nodded back. In the next instant, the pair raced into furious combat. Their attacks were so quick, powerful and percise that the enemy numbers fell quickly. The two fought with a highly perfected style, which made use of both Brae's impressive agility and Marr's mighty strength. Their capability for teamwork was something that any foe would be foolish to test. Brae launched himself into the air backwards, striking an undead across the face during his ascent. He turned in the air, and as he reached the airspace above Marr, Marr raised his arm with his palm open to the sky. Brae landed a single foot on the man's hand and used it to propell himself into the air once more, this time making a forward flip over several undead. When they came into range, Brae slit their necks as Marr brought his arm down and swung his battle axe in a circular motion, tearing away the nearby undead. Brae landed in a crouch, safefly beyond the reach of Marr's axe, and then instantly propelled himself forward and over the head of another undead, slicing the creature's head clean off of its neck. Brae looked back at the mage. "Marr and I will hold here with the Legion. You should make good your retreat." |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 7 2008, 11:57 PM Post #609 |
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Borsun simply nodded, and began rallying the few members of the city watch and soldiers of the army that was around. "Fall back," he cried, "The Legion will hold them off. Quickly now." ---------------------------------------- Mage lord Boralays met with Mordus as the men entered from the prison area in the Tower. "Lord Mordus," Boralays quickly said. "Battle is raging. We need your skills now." |
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| Lathaon | Jan 8 2008, 12:07 AM Post #610 |
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Lathaon heard the command and saw the gate. He was still fighting his way across the wall. It was quick to move in one direction, but every few steps he took, more undead would come at him from behind, and then there would be more in his way by the time he killed them. If he wanted to reach the gates unharmed, he had to keep turning around. |
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| chadden | Jan 8 2008, 12:12 AM Post #611 |
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Mordain was making his way across the walkway that linked the battlements to the command tower. Turning back to slay an undead that pursued him, he saw his cousin making his way towards the gates. Lathaon, why haven't you retreated? Mordain raised his staff and conjured a terrible rift some twenty feet behind Lathaon. The rift was a portal to darker places, and it lashed out with tendrils to snare the undead and pull them into its shadowy centre, where the foul creatures were consumed by raw chaos. To sustain the rift was hard, and Mordain had to continue towards the tower slowly. When he got there, however, he made his way down to the ground. The tower itself had already been evacuated and the commanders had been moved further into the city. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jan 8 2008, 12:18 AM Post #612 |
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James found Peloron still fighting on the battlements without his helmet and grabbed him by one of his pauldrons. Spinning him around, James saw that the man had a large gash in the side of his head and blood all over his face. "Peloron, we're falling back!" James shouted over the din of the battle. Peloron nodded and wordlessly followed James as he rushed down the stairs to join the defenders on the ground. The battle in the streets had already begun, and the Wiesslanders were a disorganized mess, not the stalwart fighting force they were supposed to be. "Men of Weissland!" screamed James at the top of his lungs. He leapt into a crowd of undead and swung his sword around, slicing through two and driving the rest back. "Rally to me! To me, men of Weissland!" Men began to take heart as they saw James raising his sword high in the air. It glimmered even in the darkness, and it seemed to dispel the undead for a moment. Soldiers rushed to his side and he shouted, "Form a wall! Keep them at bay! Shields up!" The soldiers managed to form themselves up just in time as the undead overcame whatever had dispelled them and rushed at the Weisslanders. However, now in formation and with a renewed spirit, the Weisslanders beat their foes back, killing more than their share of the enemy. |
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| Lathaon | Jan 8 2008, 12:30 AM Post #613 |
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Lathaon sensed the magic behind him and saw what was happening. He took the opportunity to blast the undead in front of him away as he ran towards the gatehouse. When he reached it, he took the stairs to the bottom and joined the fighting near the gate. |
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| Mordus | Jan 8 2008, 12:32 AM Post #614 |
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Mordus only dimly listened to the mage as he heard the full clamour of battle. He had not expected the attack so soon, the undead must have taken care of the Weissland sentries, or else moved with unnatural haste. He left his thoughts at the Keep as he ran through the twisting streets of the royal, merchant and trade quarters. He could just make out movement on the walls, but it was less than he expected of a defending force, they must be retreating he thought as he stopped in his tracks and his eyes darted around for aswers. he couldn't see the Mage that had approached him anywhere. Almost immediately he was passed by soldiers moving away from the direction of the walls. He started sprinting through the flow of them towards their origin. It wasn't long before he saw Marr and Brae jumping too and fro amongst a mass of undead. Show offs he thought as he assessed the situation. He started chanting and his cloak swirled slightly in a non existant breeze. He reached out with one hand and pointed it at a nearby townhouse, making a fist and as he did so gestalt claws crushed the masonry and timber of it, sweeping it crashing down as he moved his hand towards the advancing corpses. |
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| Ariakas | Jan 8 2008, 12:35 AM Post #615 |
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Mistrandar and Ariakas reached the battle approximately at the same time as Mordus. "Borsun", Mistrandar called out as he spotted the mage. Ariakas did not care for the mages now as he pulled his sword, ready to face the undead creatures attacking the city. |
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| Gorfang | Jan 8 2008, 12:39 AM Post #616 |
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Kor'Mor'Oka revelled in the shouts for retreat from the Weisslanders. He had never imagined they would flee so quickly. Where was their stubbornness, where was their implacable will to fight on, where was their courage now? But the battle around him was too intense for many to run so quickly. As the mage lord fought off some undead warriors, hoping to get away from the vampire, he hacked down two soldiers as they tried to get off the walls. He had stalked the woman far enough, it was time to end it. He pushed the undead aside, knocking two from the wall to get within reach of her. Just before he could raise his sword, he felt an immense pain in his neck and shoulder. The Seeker Talath Krae had jumped at the vampire, wrapping one muscled arm around its neck and slamming the point of his sword into the neck of the vampire, grinding in just under the collar bone. Kor'Mor'Oka roared and bellowed in pain, grabbing the man's arm and digging his nails in. He dropped his wicked sword and used both hands to pull and flip the man over his head to land feet first in front of the vampire. Kor'Mor'Oka smashed the Seeker's sword away, which flew out over the wall and down to the ground where the undead swarmed. In a hateful rage the vampire pummelled the man across the face before bodily throwing him off the wall and down into the retreating Weisslanders below. Kor'Mor'Oka laughed horribly and said "May the stone crush your skull!" Perhaps luckily for Talath the troops were retreating, because he landed amongst them, knocking a few to the ground and it saved his life, albeit barely. He had several broken bones, and lost consciousness almost at once, but managed to say something. Two of the soldiers picked him up and carried him with them in their retreat. The vampire turned back to Tabitha Sergares. He picked up his sword and walked calmly forward. While the mage lord could have destroyed him with magic, he was too fast. By the time she had used a spell he would have dodged it, or killed her. They crossed blades once more, both realising that this was the end. Kor'Mor'Oka parried three strikes and returned with two of his own. As Sergares knocked down the low jab, the vampire twisted his sword arm, drawing her weapon wide and then struck home with a hacking move of his own. The sword bit deep into her thigh, and she fell backwards to the ground, clutching at the wound. As the vampire raised his sword for a two-handed strike, a soldier charged at him, getting in the way. The vampire struggled with the soldier, forcing him aside. Sergares took her chance, speaking words of magic through the pain, she launched a gout of flame at the vampire. Kor'Mor'Oka was too fast though, pulling the soldier back in front of him so that the man took the full force of the fire which hit him. Kor'Mor'Oka hit the man in the side with the flat of his blade, knocking the man off the walls. Sergares raised her sword feebly to fend off the coming attack, but the vampire simply made a feint and sliced her sword arm, not cutting deep, just enough to make her drop the weapon. He sheathed his sword, noting that the walls were gradually emptying around them. He picked the woman up and looked directly into her eyes. Strangely he saw no fear there, only contempt. Well enough, I care not, thought the vampire. Kor'Mor'Oka gripped the mage lord tightly from behind, at the neck and waist and then took to the air, rising high above the wall and the battle. He looked down and around, taking it all in and then with a sick smile bit into her neck, draining the blood from her. As the woman began to fade from the loss of blood, he saw the perfect spot. As the vampire began to fly further into the city, he let the mage lord slip through his arms until he was holding her forearms in both hands. Then, with impeccable timing, he dropped her. The body fell in the air, and found its mark, impaled on the spire of a building. The vampire flew up higher, circled a few times and then returned over the wall to land outside again. He headed with the press towards the gates, in no real hurry anymore. He had had his fun, time for others to do the work. |
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| chadden | Jan 8 2008, 12:48 AM Post #617 |
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Mordain had maintained the vortex for a few moments longer before dispelling it, and he did so by causing the rift to explode with shadowy fire that ravaged the undead and shook the battlements beneath the centre of the eruption. He moved with as much speed as he could, which was far less than he would have liked; even now, the wound he had sustained back in Port Village was still of hindrence to him. He saw Weissland soldiers moving hurridly. He made his way into one of the city squares where a large portion of the soldiers had gathered. "Who is the highest ranking officer among you?" A young captain, clearly underexperienced, stepped forward. "I am, Lord Mordain." "Send orders to all nearby soldiers; we form our second defence here." ----- Marr brought his axe down atop the shoulder of one undead, deeply embedding his blade in the creature. He smashed his weapon off the ground to dislodge it before striking down another. Around him, the Legion fought with incredible skill. The undead could not match them, though the servants of the Dark Lord did of course have a vast numbers advantage. The Legion could not hope to hold forever, but since no more than a handful of them had been slain yet, Marr knew that they would hold for a good amount of time still. ----- Drathmor slammed his fist onto the arm of his throne. "Enough of this! Disciples, go to the gates. Rid me of those arrogant mortals!" The Dark Lord's lieutenants howled their war cries as they made their way towards the gates. ----- In the skies, the Dragon Lords continued to rain destruction down upon the enemy. Their powers were vast and they were a great credit to the Weissland forces. But, despite their efforts, they could inflict no great damage. The numbers of the enemy were simply too vast. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jan 8 2008, 01:38 AM Post #618 |
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The first wall of undead was thrown back, and the mass of both undead and Weisslander bodies that littered the ground slowed the advance of the second wave of undead. The Weisslanders had not suffered many casualties in the first assault, but James knew that they could not continue to fight like this. The city was lost; there was no way they could retake it, and no point in continuing to try to save it. The only thing on James's mind now was saving as many of his men as he could and withdrawing out of the city where the open ground would be to their advantage. However, he had to take care that the retreat did not become a rout. "Listen to me!" he shouted to his men. "Keep in formation and begin to fall back slowly! Keep your shields and your eyes towards the enemy! Keep them in sight at all times and do not let your guard down! Stay in formation!" The men understood the orders and their discipline and training took over. They began to back away from the undead at a good, steady pace, keeping their formation in tact and waiting for another enemy assault while retreating. |
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| Mordus | Jan 8 2008, 06:29 PM Post #619 |
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Mordus cut the last sylable of his chant short and let the rubble from the house crash and litter the street immediately in front of Brae and Marr. It stemmed the tide momentarily but it was obvious that before long the corpses would start to clamber over it. Still, it gave the retreating troops valuable time. He shouted after Marr and Brae who were finnishing off the undead separated by the rubble; "Where are they attacking?! Where is Castoden and Mordain?!" |
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| chadden | Jan 8 2008, 07:05 PM Post #620 |
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Brae and Marr, after slaying the last of the nearby undead, moved back to Mordus. "Lord Mordain has taken troops deeper into the city. Lord Castoden is leading the majority of the Legion in a retreat down the next street along." answered Brae. Marr cut down a charging foe before a terrible shriek pierced the air. Brae, Marr and Mordus looked to the gates. A woman was there, floating some ten feet above the ground. Her skin was ghostly white and her long hair was thick and black. She was dressed in a tattered, ripped and bloodied white dress, which had obviously been something of magnifficent beauty at some point in the past. In her right hand, she held a longsword. Its hilt was black and a skull sat at the base of the blade, carved into the hilt. The blade itself bore strange runes of magic. The eyes of this creature were terrible orbs of white light, yet they were hypnotising somehow. They called to the three men, and they found their eyes drawn to hers. But none of them looked, for each knew what this creature was. This was a banshee. "Despair, mortals, for I have come to deliver you into eternity." said the banshee. Her voice was not that of the banshee alone; it was accompanied by the voices of thousands more. These were the voices of the victims she had claimed already. The three men watched as the banshee, who was in size larger than Marr, struck a lingering defender aside with horrifying ease. Then, she rushed towards Brae, Marr and Mordus. ----- Mordain could see the Legion falling back. He could see James Castoden leading them. Retreat... it was, regretably, the best option. Lives would only be lost if the fighting continued. "Follow their example, soldiers of Weissland." Mordain shouted, speaking to the defenders assembled around him. "Withdraw, but keep your guard up. I will join you soon." As the defenders began to withdraw, Mordain remained where he was, waiting for the Legion and James to reach him. ----- Azack'Mor passed through the walls of the city with little effort. He hovered a few feet above the ground, wreathed in black robes and weidling a large, cruel scythe. Within his hood sat his skeletal head. He had no eyes, only empty sockets of darkness. The mighty wraith was quick to spot a foe who was clearly of vast power; Lathaon Thaendil, Archmage of Weissland. Azack'Mor rushed towards the elf, swinging his scythe and only narrowly missing Lathaon's head due to the elf's quick reflexes. Azack'Mor continued his attacks. He was silent. He was death. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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