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| chadden | Mar 12 2008, 01:41 AM Post #381 |
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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 | Mar 12 2008, 02:12 AM Post #382 |
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"Peloron and his men have been told what to do," said Aldron. "The rest of the army and the refugees must make their way north with all possible haste. We must make the most of Peloron's stand." |
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| Gorfang | Mar 12 2008, 02:22 AM Post #383 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel turned his attention back towards the gargoyles. He made his horse trot forward a few paces. Holding his hand out, with his index and middle fingers spread in a v-shape, he spoke the words to another spell. Two thin trails of lightning shot forth from the tips of his fingers and seemed to enter the bodies of two gargoyles. The creatures shook and spasmed in the air, wings still flapping sporadically to keep them floating. Then Nathaniel snapped his fingers and the lightning burst out of their bodies at multiple points, spraying ichor and chunks of scorched meat on other nearby gargoyles. The lifeless bodies of the gargoyles landed on the ground with wet slaps. Just as he prepared to launch another attack a gargoyle launched itself at him from the side. The creature was too fast, and Nathaniel was only able to tumble away as it smashed into his horse, narrowly missing him. The gargoyle wasted no time in ripping the throat from the horse, standing on its carcass with blood dripping from claws. Nathaniel stood up and shouted "Bastard! You killed my horse... why does everyone have to keep killing my horse?" The gargoyle charged at him, and the mage took a couple of steps backwards, deflecting its striking claws with his sword. Ducking under a swipe at his head, he hacked the inside thigh of the gargoyle and stepped behind it as it crumpled to the ground. He swung the sword which positively wailed with energy, taking the head of the gargoyle cleanly from its shoulders. The head bounced away as the body slumped forward. |
![]() 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 | Mar 12 2008, 08:54 AM Post #384 |
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Few gargoyles remained, but it mattered little; the undead army had made its way through Crint. It was advancing, and closing in on the Weissland forces. Urden'Hel and Kazmar'Ach waited in eager anticipation to taste the pain of their mortal prey. |
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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 | Mar 12 2008, 10:34 PM Post #385 |
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Vedgar knocked down the last of the gargoyles from the earth with a spell as Tmar helped Borsun up from the ground. Tmar looked towards the retreating Weissland forces. He looked to Vedgar, Nathaniel, Peloron and his knights. They would have to hold for a long time. |
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| Hotshot | Mar 13 2008, 02:14 AM Post #386 |
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The Lord Castoden
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Peloron looked out and saw the massive amount of undead marching towards him. Looking around, he saw a large rocky outcropping along the riverbed and shouted, "Men! Towards the rocks! Form up there!" The men swarmed over towards the rocks and began to dig in hastily, trying to create a defensive position against the undead. |
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| Gorfang | Mar 13 2008, 02:18 AM Post #387 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel walked over to his dead horse and wiped his blade clean on the saddle-cloth. He sighed and took his musette bag and staff. He followed the soldiers over to the position they were hastily preparing. |
![]() 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 | Mar 13 2008, 08:54 AM Post #388 |
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Urden'Hel stared down at the Weissland defence force, as well as looking at the retreating forces. He spat on the ground. "Miserable wretches! They run from their fate?" Kazmar'Ach appeared, enshrouded in darkness. "They will... perish..." He turned towards a lich. "You... wait for the battle... to begin. Then... take large force... and give chase... to the cowards..." Urden'Hel grinned as the lich nodded his understanding. "Excellent, Kazmar. Now, let us bring an end to these upstarts!" Sounding a terrible battle cry, Urden commanded the undead into battle. Thousands upon thousands of walking corpses advanced towards the defenders, closing in quickly. Ahead of them moved a large number of undead cavalry; skeletal forms atop skeletal steads. But the cavalry were led by a host of fel knights. They rode on fiery horses, encased in armour. They themselves were also completely covered in heavy armour, spikes rising from the shoulder plates and gauntlets with chain mail covering the gaps between all the different parts. Their helmets resembled skulls with demonic horns. Urden charged, moving with the eight thousand cavalry or so. |
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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 | Mar 13 2008, 08:47 PM Post #389 |
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As the rest of the army of Weissland the people continued to retreat Andros and Justin still stood in the mud. Andros was walking towards Justin when the Warrior of Mjolnir suddenly lifted his hand. Andros, surprisingly to himself, stopped. There was something in the Realmer's eyes.... Slowly, as to not seem a threat to the mage lord, Justin took his sword and sheathed it, only a little. The blade was shining with a strong, unnatural color. Andros lifted his eyebrows in interest. "A magical sword? And strong one as well..." He frowned. "You don't..." "Kazmar'Ach," Justin spoke with a monotone voice. "Kazmar'Ach," Andros' voice echoed. Justin looked to him, "You know that name?" Andros met Justin's stare, smiled and nodded. A most peculiar smile. "I need to face him," Justin said. "Why? He's one of the Dark Disciples. He's far more powerful than you can imagine," Andros called out as Justin turned around. "I have no choice in the matter," Justin answered. "The sword... it thirsts for him now. I have destroyed him once, now I must do it again until he really is destroyed. It's the way of the sword." "It is too dangerous," Andros said, though he sounded unsure of himself. "No, the sword will protect me," Justin was about to sprint towards the area where the knights readied themselves in battle against the undead hordes, but then he was hit in the head by a magical blow. Andros gestured to the last Weissland soldiers retreating, "Put this man in shackles. He is a Realmer and will come with us." Then he picked up the sword, let his fingers ran across the sheath and looked to Peloron and his knights. His smile made him look like a wolf when the clouds threw a shadow around the area. |
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| Lathaon | Mar 15 2008, 07:02 PM Post #390 |
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"Lord Haidas, the undead army is almost here!" one of his men shouted. "Gather every soldier of the Light you can find and bring them back to the front. We'll stand with Peloron. Let the archers open fire as soon as possible!" Haidas ordered. "I will seek out the other Defenders and join you in battle." "Aye milord!" The Order of the Light stuck out from the masses of regular infantry with their heavy armour and white cloaks. It did not take long to assemble them all. |
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| Ariakas | Mar 16 2008, 12:06 AM Post #391 |
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As the mages made themselves ready to face the undead hordes alongside Peloron and his knights Tmar looked to Vedgar, "I think either you or Borsun, or both, should actually retreat along with the rest." Vedgar laughed at this, in spite of the pain caused by his leg. "If Borsun hears you saying he will probably kill you by himself." "I'm serious," Tmar gestured towards the coming hordes. "We can't win this, and neither you nor he is able to fight at your best now. You are far too valuable for Weissland to loose in such a way. You should..." Vedgar gripped Tmar's arm. "Listen to me Tmar, look at my leg." He lifted his robe, which had covered an unnatural deep red scar running along his leg. The skin was loose, he turned his leg and on the other side it had actually withdraw from the very bone. It was horrible. "It get's worse by everyday, that wound from the Dark Disciple can't be cured. I can't speak for Borsun, but I would like to end it. End it right here." |
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| Gorfang | Mar 16 2008, 06:00 PM Post #392 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon stood ready, sword and staff in hand. As he extended his arm to hold out his staff in preparation, he looked at the scar tissue which covered his forearm. He could just make out small patches of what had been there, the tattoo. He would have to replace it, once he had time to properly heal the skin. He looked out at the approaching enemy, and waited. |
![]() 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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| Hotshot | Mar 17 2008, 03:08 AM Post #393 |
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The Lord Castoden
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James looked back across the plains at Peloron's forces, who were forming a defensive position in a large rocky area. Turning to Aldron, James asked, "Milord, shouldn't we help them? Go back and stand with them?" "We cannot," said Aldron. James bit his lip. "I know, Milord, but I don't like leaving them behind." "They are doing their duty for Weissland," said Aldron. "We must do ours." "But do you think they can hold?" asked James. "Peloron doesn't have a lot of men." "I know," said Aldron. "Send word for the refugees to be taken forward double-time and the rest of the army will regular march." "So that if the rearguard fails, the enemy will still have to make it through the entire army to make it to the refugees," said James, nodding. "Right," said Aldron. |
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| chadden | Mar 17 2008, 10:10 AM Post #394 |
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With Urden'Hel leading, the undead cavalry smashed into the Weissland defensive line. Kazmar'Ach moved about the undead army, issuing orders to the catapult crews and preparing to release some of the monsters the army had brought with them. |
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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 | Mar 17 2008, 01:04 PM Post #395 |
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The two mage lords, Borsun and Vedgar, as well as Tmar and the five other mages present had made the small preparations they could muster. As soon as the undead cavalry came close enough they began to launch magical attack after magical attack against them. The evil riders was blown apart in a fury of magical energy, scorched away by intense heat and turned into dust by furious lightning bolts. It was a majestic display of power, but it could not last. When the undead riders smashed into the lines of the knights and Order of the Light, the mages were forced to change their way of fighting. |
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| Gorfang | Mar 17 2008, 07:41 PM Post #396 |
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Nathaniel could do little to stop the undead cavalry once they were in amongst the Weissland forces, at least not with his magic. He spoke words of a spell, raising his gnarled oak staff high in the air. Over the undead army, clouds rolled and rumbled. With thunder echoing, lightning followed. Three large lightning bolts erupted from the clouds, hurled down to strike the undead visciously. Undead were blasted apart by the lightning, or thrown through the air by the impact on the ground. Three craters with scorched ground were left by the lightning, a metre deep and wide. It was little more than a distraction, a minor attack on the enemy. They could afford to lose such numbers, while the Weisslanders could not. As one of the undead cavalry rode at him, Nathaniel Drakkon dodged aside and sliced down with his sword. The strike cleaved through the bone of the skeletal steed's neck. The undead creature fell to the ground, the rider thrown off its back. Nathaniel walked over and made short work of the undead rider before it could properly stand. |
![]() 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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| Mordus | Mar 17 2008, 10:18 PM Post #397 |
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Mordus' drake glided high above the massive carnage unfolding on the ground, heading for the main army. He peered his hooded head over the dragon's flank and spied the defenders, a small formation facing a horizon of horrors. Fools, he thought; this battle counts for nothing. He sat up and continued his flight bitterly. "Let the foolish die and rid us of their burden.." He muttered. |
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| Ariakas | Mar 17 2008, 10:29 PM Post #398 |
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Bana was riding his own horse and dragged Justin's horse behind him, quickly through the column. He desperatly looked for Justin but could not see him anywhere. He did not understand where the other Mjolnir Warrior could be. He saw a few refugees struggling. They had been ordered by the Weissland soldiers to move to the front of the column. Fear had taken hold on many of them and some were quite obviously began to panicking. Bana frowned, he felt sorry for the Weisslanders but there was so little he could do. He saw a little boy, around six or seven years old, stumbling and slipping over a some baggage which someone has thrown off a cart to get it moving more quickly. Maren, the girl Bana had encountered earlier, quickly was at the boy's side, and helped him up. The boy was frightened, that much Bana could see. He pushed his heels into the side of his horse and galloped up in front of Maren and the boy. Then he dismounted and gave his hand to the boy who looked at Bana with fear. "Come here," he said to the boy and gestured to Justin's horse. "Do you know how to ride?" The boy nodded slowly. Bana helped him up on the horse and gave him the reins. "Don't worry, its well trained. It answers the name of Loften." The boy nodded and whispered his thanks. Then he galloped away on the horse, towards the front. Bana turned and looked into the face of Maren. Her eyes spoke to him. Please help me. Help us all. Soon Bana had given up his own horse to another old Weisslander with a poor leg as well as his granddaughter. He now walked beside Maren in the column. The refugees looked towards him with new eyes. They have forgotten who I truly am, he thought. I am not a Realmer to them anymore. He looked at Maren, but she did not look to him. Her face was bent towards the ground, to her own feet bringing her forward. |
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| chadden | Mar 18 2008, 10:08 AM Post #399 |
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Urden'Hel was a corpse wrapped in fire and encased within heavy, black plate armour. The blade of his massive sword was, like him, wreathed in fire. The same was true of his steed; encased in armour and ever-burning with demonic fire. He was a truly terrifying sight to behold. With a mighty swing of his weapon, he slew an undead hunter. The Weisslanders fell before him, unable to stand against his terrible power. The cavalry continued their attacks, armed with spear, blade and mace. All the while, the undead foot soldiers drew closer. Kazmar'Ach moved with them. Then, he vanished, moving through the very air until he found the boy, Nathaniel. Kazmar remembered torturing this one at the Great Wall. His unseen form surrounded Nathaniel, bringing dark whispers into his mind, whispers of the mortals Kazmar had claimed over his lengthy existence. He allowed Nathaniel to hear their suffering. "You stand... and fight... for a lost... cause... boy..." |
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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 | Mar 18 2008, 02:45 PM Post #400 |
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As the undead creatures flew past him on either side Vedgar turned and amassed his powers, green lightning bolts flew from his finger tips and turned three of the undead knights into dust. The Weisslanders who had been fighting against them had only time to blink towards Vedgar in amazement before they once more was assailed by new enemies. The fight would not end. |
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