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| chadden | Apr 9 2008, 07:28 PM Post #221 |
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Brae: --Leaving Fargon and Northern Meiroi Wood-- --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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| Lathaon | Apr 10 2008, 08:25 PM Post #222 |
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Ithrain followed the army carefully, plotting his attack. Without his wyvern and Elandir isolated, things were going to be much more difficult. |
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| Lathaon | Apr 25 2008, 05:40 PM Post #223 |
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((Hmm, didn't Drathmor send some of his buddies over here?)) |
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| Ariakas | Apr 25 2008, 05:41 PM Post #224 |
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((He did, but they have already arrived in Endral)) |
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| Lathaon | Apr 25 2008, 05:47 PM Post #225 |
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((Did they? Wasn't that just Gorfang's vampire looking for the book? I thought he sent a strike force after Elandir when he caught the spell sphere...)) |
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| chadden | Apr 25 2008, 07:03 PM Post #226 |
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((Happy now?
I had actually forgotten about this.))--Strike Force enters from Ataya-- In the darkened skies above Meiroi Wood, terrible creatures travelled through the night. Anach Ckrel, a might lich, rode atop the wings of an undead dragon. Surrounding him were flocks of bats, which were in truth a good number of Nathremal. Three necromancers sat behind Anach. And flanking the dragon were four deathly beasts with feral wings and jagged, aged teeth. They resembled some form of winged, decaying lizard. At a closer look, however, it was possible to see that the creatures were literally formed from corpses. Corpses ready to be animated should the necromancers see fit... Anach raised his skeletal hand and gestured down towards the forest. The dragon descended without the lich's vocal command, the command instead being sent by the mental link Anach had with this construct. Since he had created it, it was bound to his will. The rest of the force followed suit and descended with the dragon. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 26 2008, 12:38 PM Post #227 |
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Ithrain heard the arrival of the strike force and chose the moment to make his move. Rushing out of hiding, he unleashed an arc of lightning which continued to dance between him and his targets, burning the surprised soldiers to a crisp from behind. Arrows and crossbow bolts started to fly, but he was able to deflect them with a shield. ___________ "What's going on?!" Vrack yelled, hearing the shouts from the rear and spotting the flashes of light. Then he looked to the south and saw the dragon drop with a thud in the middle of the woods, knocking down nearby trees as it did. Elandir's officers were all shouting orders, forcing the army into a rushed defense. Bolt throwers were being set down and loaded. Ainhir sensed the taint without needing to look. |
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| chadden | Apr 26 2008, 12:45 PM Post #228 |
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Shrieking with horrific intent, the Nathremal dropped to the forest floor and assumed their vampiric forms. Crimson cloaks shot through the dark, carrying with them the fel claws of the vampires. In full number, there was close to, perhaps even more than, a hundred of the elite vampires. The mighty bone dragon crashed into the middle of the forest, lashing out with its claws and tail and jaws. Anach hurled his foul magic from atop the creature's back, afflicting the enemy with malevolent curses and searing them with unholy flames. As the deathly beasts landed, the necromancers invoked their magic. One of the beasts erupted and the corpses which had formed it walked as undead minions. The hundreds of undead advanced towards the mortals. This was not a battle, but a slaughter. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 26 2008, 01:07 PM Post #229 |
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"Sir! Should we-" one of the dark elves started as he found Ulrin. "Damn it all, yes!" Ulrin interrupted. "Use all the power we have and take out those necromancers! Then get the grunts on our side!" A solid bodyguard of heavily armoured orcs and men formed around him. His own spellcasters responded to his orders as he hurried towards the enemy, launching a hail of magic missiles against Anach's necromancers. Ainhir started to run towards the vampires, bringing the healing magic to life in his hands. Vrack was directing Elandir's troops now, keeping the men at the front fighting and the men behind them firing single bolts when their friends fell in front of them before drawing their own weapons. They could not match the Nathremal in combat. Ithrain was met by the second of Elandir's agents. The man was the first not to fear him, instead charging forward and throwing a knife with every two steps. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 06:29 PM Post #230 |
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From atop his dragon, Anach sensed and watched as the enemy mage readied his healing magic. He raised his hand towards the man; the dragon roared ferociously and rushed towards the mage, Anach launching concentrated beams of terrible energy at the mage as the dragon charged. The necromancers withdrew, climbing onto the backs of the remaining winged horrors. The corpse-constructs rose quickly into the air, moving swiftly to avoid the majority of the magical attacks. The necromancers cast their own missles back at the mages as they flew. With diabolical skill, the Nathremal continued to tear through the Weissland forces. Even if a foe managed to take a swing at the vampires, they would meet only the air with their blades due to the incredible speed of their opponents. They advanced further and faster than the undead, though the animated bodies pressed their advance nonetheless. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 27 2008, 08:10 PM Post #231 |
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Ulrin's men were unfazed by the attacks of the necromancers. Not only were they skilled, they were scattered and looked the same as any other dark elves in the alliance. One of the necromancers started writhing with agony atop his mount as if he was being impaled repeatedly on a blunt stake. One of the dark elves was thrusting a sharp pin through a rag doll, chanting dark magic to connect to his enemy. Each time, he pressed harder, twisting the pin violently. After a few moments, the necromancer tumbled off his mount, broken body scarred beyond repair. Ainhir shielded himself as best he could, backing away from the approaching mount. The magic was scorching the edges of his clothes, only just being warded off by the healer. He had almost been lucky - a lone bolt had cut across the side of the dragon's mouth as it roared, almost going straight in. "Load your crossbows! Quick, damn it!" Zach Amakiir shouted. "We don't have a chance in melee!" ...but let's see them dodge crossbow bolts, the sentence continued unspoken. Ulrin and his bodyguards rushed into the Nathremal in a tightly packed bunch. The few vampires in the centre of the small impact zone had nowhere to dodge; they could only choose which axe to be struck by. Most of them fought back, trying to kill the heavily armoured bodyguards before their weapons came crashing down. Agent two dived over a bolt of lightning, rolling to his feet in front of Ithrain and tackling him to the ground. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 08:25 PM Post #232 |
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Anach pressed his assault, the dragon sweeping aside the enemy soldiers as it advanced towards the healer. When they were close, Anach vanished in a shroud of darkness, only to reappear behind the healer. When he reappeared, he was holding a cruel, jagged dagger which he slashed across the man's arm. Then he blasted the man to the ground with a burst of dark magic. The armoured soldiers that had advanced were stronger than the norm and proved far more formidable, but they were not more dangerous than the Nathremal themselves. Numbers were lost on both sides, but the balance took a shift as the undead reached the armoured men and began pushing them back. As strong as these men were, they were just men. As the necromancer fell to his death, the undead he controlled fell to the earth and lay motionless. Their power was gone. Well over half of the undead were still standing, though. The remaining necromancers took more evasive manouvers upon their nightmarish mounts and raised powerful magical defences around themselves. One extened his hand towards one of the spell casters and began chanting. The enemy mage felt the weight of time crash around him as he was aged rapidly, to the point that his flesh rotted away and his lifeless skeleton fell to the ground. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 27 2008, 08:48 PM Post #233 |
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...get the grunts on our side... The sorcerors remembered those words. One of them started chanting the words of the enemy, bringing the fallen undead under his own control to attack the others from behind. They had lost one of their number, and killed one of the enemy, but gained a few valuable reinforcements in the process. The ranged exchange of magic continued, the combined power of Ulrin's men managing to bring down one of the flying constructs but the defences of each side preventing more casualties. There were too many vampires for Ulrin and his soldiers to cause sufficient distraction to protect Elandir's men, who were now firing their crossbows at every opportunity, keeping the melee fighting to a minimum. Losses were terrible. One of the vampires slashed at Ulrin himself, clawing off a shoulder plate before being dazed by a gauntlet to the chin and then gutted. Ainhir cried out in pain, bringing up his hands to shield himself. He touched the lich, burning him with healing magic but then a heavy foot came down on his face once, then again, crushing his skull. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 08:56 PM Post #234 |
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Anach raised himself off the ground, turning and hurling a fearful blast of magic towards the enemy spell casters. The eruption of power threw them in all directions, wounding a number of them though killing none. Next, he cast his hand towards the converted undead. With a strong spell, he brought many of them under his power, bringing them back to the ranks of the Dark Lord. Finally, he ordered the dragon to finish the enemy mages. The dragon rampaged towards them. The Nathremal were ripping through the basic soldiers. Some had assumed bat form and travelled behind the armoured warriors to attack the crossbowmen. Quickly, they were slaughtering them. Seeing their master's successful attack, the necromancers swooped low on their mounts. Dark magic brought sickly-green fire crashing down around the enemy. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 27 2008, 09:08 PM Post #235 |
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Ithrain frantically lashed out at the agent with his magic, but the man had gripped his wrists. To his horror, he found the magic directed against the other servants of the Dark Lord. A massive lightning bolt struck the dragon, stopping it in it's tracks. The spellcasters used the opportunity to launch a barrage of razor-sharp ice shards. Most had been missed by the blast, scattered as they were, and made their counterattack against the dragon, and at the necromancers as they came into almost point blanc range. The opposing magic was mostly killing off ordinary soldiers; the necromancers could not easily tell the spellcasters apart until they came close. A small conflict had emerged within the ranks of the undead. It was difficult to tell which ones were on which side as they clashed; only a few were on the mercenaries' side but the chaos was great. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 09:17 PM Post #236 |
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Anach watched as his dragon was brought to the ground. In rage, the lich turned towards the source; Ithrain was brawling with a mortal. Anach rushed towards them. "Bathe in death, fool!" roared the lich as he struck the man aside and blasted him with a bolt of green fire. The necromancers raised their beasts sharply into the air. One invoked magic and swept low again. His power trailed behind him, killing all plant life and afflicting the living with terrible weakness. The second necromancer soared high and lifted his hands to the darkened skies, bringing bolt of deathly-green lightning crashing down into the combat. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 27 2008, 09:50 PM Post #237 |
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The agent yelled in pain, his skin and leather armour blazing where the bolt had struck. He smelt his own burning flesh and could not stand up, falling unconscious instead. One of Ulrin's sorcerors took a direct hit from the lightning, being completely incinerated by the blast. There were only three left now - enough to outnumber the two necromancers but not now that Ithrain and Anach were coming to their aid. The mage who had killed the first necromancer brought his dark magic to bear again, this time using a ray of magic to flay the skin of the closer necromancer and tear out his insides. It had drained him to cast it though, and the magic had revealed him as a target. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 10:14 PM Post #238 |
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Anach watched as the foolish mage struck down one of his necromancers, revealing his position. The lich raised his hand; his hand was consumed by green fire. He clenched his hand into a fist. The mage was lifted from the ground and pulled limb-from-limb by unseen forces. The Nathremal pressed their assault; the mortals were being forced back and slowly surrounded. With another necromancer dead, another large portion of the undead fell to the ground. The remaining necromancer ceased his lightning assault and sought out the remains of the second undead mount to be slain. When he found it, he invoked his magic to animate the undead corpses that had formed the creature. A great number of corpses climbed to their feet and advanced on the mortals. |
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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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| Lathaon | Apr 27 2008, 10:39 PM Post #239 |
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Zach swallowed as one of the men near him was cut apart by the Nathremal. "Retreat!" he ordered. "Fall back towards the road!" Above the trees, dark clouds had gathered. Lightning crashed down on mercenaries and trees alike, causing terrible destruction where it touched, felling trees and each bolt often blasting several men. Ithrain's magic went unopposed. Captain Jarlson had fallen earlier against the Nathremal and Agent Two was lost. Vrack aided Amakiir in turning the men away, fleeing with the fraction they had left. Ulrin sacrificed a handful of his men to provide a rearguard as he, too, turned back. |
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| chadden | Apr 27 2008, 10:49 PM Post #240 |
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"They are retreating, master." said one of the Nathremal. "Take the majority of the forces and chase them down. Leave four Nathremal hear with me." commanded Anach. The vampire bowed and did as he was commanded. Anach looked to Ithrain. "Tell me, Ithrain; a spell sphere was sent to Ataya to examine the ethereal form of their pathetic archmage. Do you know who would have sent it? The Dark Lord wishes him found." The undead pursued the mercenaries towards the road. The rearguard that had been left was quickly overpowered and brutally killed. |
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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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I had actually forgotten about this.))
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