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| Legion's Hold; Located in the Kuren Mountains | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 14 2007, 10:49 PM (340 Views) | |
| chadden | Aug 14 2007, 10:49 PM Post #1 |
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*RPing as Marr* --Enters from Ordail-- Marr walked through the gates of the large stronghold that was Legion's Hold, a fortress that had been constructed with the aid of the dwarves a year after Lathaon took the title of Archmage. It existed both as Mordain's personal fortress and a place for the Legion to reside when it was not needed. Here, they spent their time training, honing their skills as they waited for their Lord to call upon them. Marr walked into the main hall where he was greeted by one of the Legion. The members of the Legion were ranked at exactly the same level; none held power over another. "Hail, man of the Legion. I am here on behalf of our Lord, Mordain. He has summoned you to war." The man looked at Marr, his face unflinching. "When must we be ready?" "Before sunset. We must leave today." "As you wish, Lord Marr." said the man. The man made to leave, but Marr caught him by the arm. "And we must awaken Aedarus. My Lord means to assemble the Dragon Lords." Whilst the mention of war had created no shock upon the man's face, the mention of the Dragon Lords gave him a look of nothing but surprise. "But some are lost, are they not?" Marr nodded. "Lost, yes, but what is lost can be found. Lord Mordain has ways of communing with them." Releasing the man's arm, Marr took a step back. The man looked at him for a moment before speaking. "If Lord Mordain wishes Aedarus awakened, then it shall be so." He hesitated again. "But Lord Marr, I must ask, what of Gor, Zeal, Ruin and the others?" "Gor and Shaellana should be making their way to Ataya as we speak. Zeal, we believe, went into the Defiled Kingdom almost a decade ago. Ruin went after him. They live still. As for Malathos, he is slumbering within the Howling Peak and must be awakened. When Aedarus is among us, it will be his task to rouse Malathos." The man sighed with a sense of longing. "The Dragon Lords assembled... I have not seen such a thing in a long time." |
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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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| chadden | Aug 15 2007, 08:48 PM Post #2 |
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Some time later, Marr entered the chamber where Aedarus and his dragon, Muk'Tal, lay in hibernation. They had been in a magical state of slumber for nearly twenty years, awaiting the time they were needed. Now that time had arrived. The chamber, well it was more of a cave, lay far below the fortress in the very depths of the mountains. A large pit sat in the middle of the chamber, and within it was Muk'Tal. Muk'Tal was a dargon of signifficant size. His scales were brown and tinged with red in certain places. Across the pit lay Aedarus upon a stone slab, clothed in a simple robe, though his magnifficient armour was upon a rack behind him. He was an elf with pale skin and long, dark hair. His features were tall and slim. Marr stood within a stone circle, carved into the floor and lined with magical runes. An inscription was written in elvish, something which Marr could thankfully read. "He who stands upon this circle will inherit the power to awake the one that sleeps, if his heart is true." Marr saw the runes flare to life and fill him with power. Looking to Aedarus, he spoke, his voice empowered by the runes. "Rouse from your slumber, Aedarus! Lord Mordain has summoned you to battle. Awake now and stand as a Dragon Lord!" For a moment, everything was still. Yet, in the next instant, the chamber began to shake. Rocks tumbled from the top of the chamber, crashing into the floor. Marr had to dive backwards to avoid being crushed. A look of great strain appeared on Aedarus's face as the chamber continued to quake. And then his eyes opened, and all went still. The eyes of Aedarus were hidden behind a dark green glow of raw power. He rose slowly and looked over to Marr. "If Mordain has roused me to battle, then I shall honour the pledge we made. As Mordain wishes, I will fight." |
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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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| chadden | Aug 26 2007, 04:09 PM Post #3 |
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The Legion had assembled and would shortly be making its way to Ataya. Marr stood atop the fortress with Aedarus and Muk'Tal. The Dragon Lord had changed from his robe into his battle armour. It appeared as a robe made from chain mail, golden in colour. Plate armour, brown in colour, had been fitted atop the mail upon his chest and back. The same plate also formed the belt, gauntlets, mantle and helmet that he wore. The mantle was shaped to resemble the heads of dragons, one on each shoulder. The eyes were set with golden gems that glowed ominously, and the horns rose up towards the sky. His helmet was tall and, like the mantle, shaped like the head of a dragon. The dragon's top lip sat along the rim of the helmet around Aedarus's face. Its bottom lip stretched down and around his chin before attatching to the top on the other side. The jaws on the bottom lip were massive; if Aedarus wished, he could raise the bottom lip to create a covering across his face, though he could still see through the gaps in the teeth. On the back of the helmet was a sheet of mail that covered the back of his neck. The final thing he wore was a cape, fixed to his mantle, made of dragon scales. The entire suit was truly magnifficent. And then Aedarus drew his sword for the first time in several decades. The hilt was golden and the blade was long, yet straight and fine. Gems were set in the middle of the hilt on either side. Streaks of light spanned the length of the blade, looking almost like cracks. This had led many to think that the weapon was magical, but in truth the glow was nothing but a symbol of the Dragon Lord's power. The equipment of Aedarus was not magical, just made with skills all but lost to the world. "It has been so long since I last held my weapon. I can still see the enemies it has vanquished as I hold it." said Aedarus, talking more to himself than to Marr. "Aedaurs, do you understand what my Lord requires of you?" asked Marr after a moment. The Dragon Lord's powerful eyes met Marr's instantly. "Yes, Marr, I do. I will travel to the Howling Peak and awaken Malathos." He stopped for a moment, lost in thought. "Does Mordain know if the stone will reach Zeal or Ruin?" Marr shook his head. "My Lord has yet to try and contact them, but the stone binds you all. Surely it will be able to make contact with Zeal and Ruin?" "Ruin perhaps; her I can still sense. But Zeal... in my slumber, I was still connected with the others, but I have not sensed Zeal in a long time." "Zeal's power was never in doubt; he is the oldest among all the Dragon Lords. It is possible that his journey has taken beyond your power, but not the power of the Dragon Heart." Marr hesitated, remembering the events that had brought these beings of power together. "He carried it before any of you, kept it safe from foes darker than anything we have faced. Until now. With the Dark Lord back, Zeal will sense the threat to the stone, even if it does not reach him first. He will come, Aedarus, of this I have no doubt." Aedarus nodded slowly. "You speak wisely, Marr. Zeal, after all his time in the Defiled Kingdom, will surely know of Drathmor Archon's return." Aedarus smiled. "He would die long before allowing the Dragon Heart to fall into the Dark Lord's hands." |
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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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| chadden | Aug 26 2007, 11:36 PM Post #4 |
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Marr travelled with the Legion as it made its way towards Kuren, from where it would travel south-east to Ataya. It would take only a day or two for the impressive fighting force to make the journey. A roar filled the skies that drew the attention of Marr and the Legion. All looked to the skies as Aedarus rode atop Muk'Tal. Dragon and Dragon Lord, united once more. It was an inspiring sight. --Leaves Legion Hold-- --Heading for Ataya-- --Aedarus heads towards Howling Peak-- |
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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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| chadden | Mar 16 2008, 06:38 PM Post #5 |
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Within Legion Hold, the defenders of the great citadel rushed around on the battlements, arming their weapons and preparing for the seige. Assembled below them, in the base of the valley, was a vast force of undead. As helpless as they were on the valley floor, the foul creatures had begun marching up the road that allowed access to the fortress. "Raise the drawbridge!" shouted General Reskar. With mighty heaves, the wide drawbridge was lifted, leaving a vast drop between Legion Hold and its enemy. All along the battlements, archers loosed arrows into the undead below. The Defiled Kingdom had a massive numbers advantage, but Legion Hold would not fall easily. |
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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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| chadden | Apr 18 2008, 01:50 PM Post #6 |
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Reskar slashed out skillfully at a gargoyle as the foul creature flew about him. These horrors were swarming the battlements, hoping to find some way to lower the drawbridge. But so far they had been unsuccessful. Legion's Hold was easily one of Weissland's most formidable strongholds, and it would not fall easily. But then, Reskar heard it, a thud after thud after thud. The ground trembled and the walls of the valley shook, boulders falling to the ground with each thunderous impact. Slowly, the General turned to stare down the eastern side of the valley. His face went pale, the blood gone. Advancing towards the fortress, crushing undead with each step, was an undead monstrosity of impossible size. The beast was heading straight for the fortress with a massive weapon held in its hand. Given its size, it could sweep the battlements clean with one swipe. "Target that... that thing! Fire at it, with everything we've got!" shrieked Reskar. "Bring it down!" |
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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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| chadden | Jun 19 2008, 11:47 PM Post #7 |
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All the arsenal of Legion's Hold had managed to only stall the titanic undead monstrosity. Slowly, it had grown close to the fortress. It raised its weapon to the sky and brought it crashing down on the side of the citadel, tearing open the eastern wall. Soldiers and rubble tumbled to the valley floor, crushing a number of undead with impact. Again the beast prepared to attack. But a sound filled the air. A roar. A deep, terrible roar... All turned their heads to the skies, hoping to see whatever it was that had come to join the fray of battle. Dominating the sky was a blue dragon of near-impossible size. On the dragon's back stood a lone figure. It was a man wearing armour that shone with a brilliant-blue glow. Draped around his armour was a spectacular white robe, inscribed with anicent runes. The runes were dark blue; the same colour as the armour. The robe had a hood that hid the man's face, but his eyes shone with mystical blue light from within the darkness. He raised his hands to the skies, instantly summoning a swirling vortex of storm clouds and howling wind. Lightning struck the rock and thunder roared through the sky. "Minions of the false god! I am Zeal, and I will not allow my homeland to fall to the likes of you. For too long, Weissland has suffered the dead. Now, you wretches will suffer the living!" roared the man, his voice booming with the fury of the storm raging around him. Throwing his hands forward, he summoned bolts of destructive lightning from the dark clouds. The undead were shattered under the impact and the battle continued. |
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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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| chadden | Jun 22 2008, 02:44 PM Post #8 |
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Slowly, the undead titan turned its head towards Zeal and his dragon. It swung its massive weapon, but the dragon was too quick. It dodged beneath the blade and slammed itself into the monster's side. As the dragon struck, Zeal unleashed a concentrated stream of lightning that struck the monster in the side of its head. The titan roared as the powerful blows knocked it over. Its form crashed into the valley floor, crushing a vast amount of undead beneath it. "Know that the world that bore you in life wants you no more! Death comes to all things; your existence is a crime, one that I will punish you for. Taste retribution, undead, the retribution of the land, the sky, the living!" roared Zeal. He brought down another barrage of lightning before striking the mountain-side with another concentrated burst. Chunks of rock tumbled to the valley floor, landing atop the undead monster, as well as crushing a number of lesser undead nearby. The dragon dove low as Zeal summoned terrible winds that raced through the valley. Many undead were blown away as the rush of debri brought from the winds struck them. Atop Legion Hold, General Raskir and his men watched as this man, this 'Zeal', single-handedly caused more damage to the undead army than their entire fortress had been able to. But they would still help, nevertheless. "Quickly! Pour oil into the valley. Let these wretches burn!" commanded the general. Men rushed to the battlements, carrying massive pots of searing oil. They poured it down into the valley floor and launched a volley for flaming arrows. The valley was consumed by terrible fire. |
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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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| chadden | Jul 2 2008, 02:35 AM Post #9 |
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The battle, for all intents and purposes, was now over. With Zeal's aid, the undead had been beaten back to the point that they could no longer threaten the fortress. The Dragon Lord took his mount to land atop the fortress where General Raskir approached him. "You... such power... Who are you?" asked Raskir, his voice hushed in awe. "I am the storm that has come to free the living from the dead. I am Zeal, oldest of the Dragon Lords." said Zeal. The men around him were held in a state of transfixed admiration at the power his voice radiated with. "Tell me, soldiers of Weissland; where has the war gone?" asked Zeal. Raskir almost had to shake himself to speak. "We heard reports that the survivors of Ataya travelled north, and that the armies of the Dark Lord gave chase. But, I have heard nothing in the past week. Their fate... their fate is not known to us." Zeal placed a hand on the General's shoulder. "These times, these dark, terrible times, calls for courage from the likes of you. The men here depend on you as their leader. You must show them courage, you must show them strength; you must give them resolve. Give the undead reason to be wary of this stronghold. Show them your courage. Show them your strength. Show them your resolve!" With that said, Zeal reared his dragon back into the air and disappeared into the clouds at a great speed. Raskir and the soldiers of Legion Hold could do nought but watch as the lordly figure vanished from their sight. --Zeal leaves Legion Hold-- --Heading for Asulien-- |
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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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