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| Gorfang | Mar 18 2008, 04:22 PM Post #401 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel heard the voice of Kazmar'Ach. He laughed it off, as he used his magic to lift one of the fel knights and its vile mount up into the air and throw it at the approaching undead infantry, smashing four or five of them to the ground. Using his staff to block, he slashed the flank of another fel knight. As it tried to bring its weapon down on him, Nathaniel ducked out of the way and thrust his sword into the armoured lower back, seeing the fel knight arch backwards, grunting in pain. The fel knight whirled on its horse, hacking a Weissland soldier to the ground and coming at Nathaniel again. This time he spoke the words to a spell and sent dagger-sized shards of ice at the knight, which dented and punctured its armour in several places. When the knight reached him, Nathaniel plunged his sword through one of the holes in its torso armour, before hacking at the neck of the mount. He stepped back, trying to see how the rest of the fighting was going. |
![]() 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 18 2008, 04:42 PM Post #402 |
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Urden tore his blade across the neck of a Weisslander, felling him easily. He sent a cone of fire rushing from his blade towards the enemy, causing searing pain and erupting into fiery explosions. Kazmar'Ach rose into the air, out of the reach of hand weapons. There, he assumed his visible form of shadows and began gathering his power together for a mighty spell. |
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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, 04:50 PM Post #403 |
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Vedgar saw one of the Dark Disciples rising above the battle, a dark form it was. "Fell being," he muttered followed by a magical incantation which shot a orb of pure magical energy towards Vedgar towards the disciple. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Tmar was running like the wind through the battle, hacking first right then left. He had picked up two short blades and chanted magical words over them which made them burn with scorching, red fire. He was filled with his own magical energy which threatened to consume him. But he reined it in, focusing it to destroy the undead monsters around him. |
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| chadden | Mar 18 2008, 08:38 PM Post #404 |
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Upon the dragon's wings, Mordain, Shaellana and Jessa drew closer to the Weissland army. They could see the army in the distance, heading north. However, there was something darker further in the distance still. Shaellana put her hand on Mordain's arm. "My Lord; there, behind the army and refugees, I can see undead. Thousands upon thousands of undead..." Mordain's vision did not stretch so far. "Do any stand against them?" "Yes, but not nearly enough. A rearguard as far as I can tell. They're going to be killed." ----- Kazmar'Ach was hit by bolts of magical energy from a mage. The attack interrupted his spell. The Disciple spotted his attacker and rushed towards the man. The dark form of Kazmar'Ach flowed into the mage through his mouth, filling him with the Disciple's foul power. Within the man, Kazmar let his power rage to destroy the mage's strength. He stayed within the mage only long enough to achieve this before leaving his body and surrounding him in a foul void of terrible shadow. "Pathetic... mortal... I will... be your... undoing..." said the creature. |
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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 19 2008, 01:04 AM Post #405 |
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The battle was not going well for Peloron's men, but it was not going poorly. The stones had been a good defensive position, and they were holding strong/ |
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| Ariakas | Mar 19 2008, 01:57 PM Post #406 |
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Vedgar braced himself as the dark creature flew towards him, but his steadfastness turned into terror as the monster entered him. He could feel it tearing him apart from the inside, not physically but mentally. As the Dark Disciple exited his body Vedgar fell to his knees, in front of him he could see two of the other mages from Ataya who both lay dead on the ground. He realized it was all lost. "No," he whispered. "Please... don't," as the darkness of the Disciple surrounded him. |
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| chadden | Mar 19 2008, 05:16 PM Post #407 |
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The vast forces of the undead split, moving to advance against the Weissland defensive position from its flanks. The cavalry continued to drive forward, slowly but surely striking down the mortals. Urden'Hel's rampage remained unopposed. It would seem that none of the defenders would even dare to challenge him. Kazmar'Ach summoned images in the darkness surrounding the mage. He let the man see his friends and family dead and despoiled upon the ground, his countrymen fleeing for their lives with hosts of dark creatures in pursuit and cutting them down as they ran. He filled the man's mind with the screams of those he saw. He poured so much hatred into the illusions that they were as good as real. "Your land... is lost..." ----- The dragon descended towards the army, flying no more than ten feet above the ground. Shaellana and Jessa dropped from the beast, onto the ground. Mordain too dropped from the dragon; he allowed slits to form in the back of his robes and spread his wings, gluiding easily to the ground. Mordain approached Lord Aldron and fell into pace beside the man's horse. "Lord Aldron... I have returned. My task took less time than I had expected." He shot a glance backwards. "Where are you headed?" |
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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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| Gorfang | Mar 19 2008, 05:45 PM Post #408 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Jessa Aeris dropped from the dragon to the ground, landing lightly on her feet. She fell into step with the column, just behind the leadership. She wondered how the rearguard they had seen was doing, who was giving their life to let the column get away. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nathaniel musted some of his strength and spoke the words to a spell. He lashed out with bolts of lightning from his staff, striking down four more of the undead cavalry. Taking his sword, he slashed through the neckbone of a skeleton, before dodging away from some arrows which fell near him. Nathaniel Drakkon rushed over to the mage lord Vedgar. There seemed little he could do to breach the darkness surrounding Vedgar, it was likely something he would need to do himself. Nathaniel shouted at him, making sure he was heard "Don't listen to him Vedgar. It is all lies and illusion. You must be strong, you must fight." |
![]() 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 19 2008, 07:52 PM Post #409 |
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The Lord Castoden
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"North," said Aldron. "To Asulein, to make a stand there. The refugees have been sent ahead double-time and Peloron is fighting a rearguard to defend the bulk of the army." Suddenly, a cavalryman galloped towards them from the front of the army. "Milord! Milord! The refugees are under attack!" "What?" asked James in horror. "Orcs, Milord, they are swarming the refugees! Our guards are outnumbered!" James turned to Aldron. "Milord, we must help them." "But you also said we need to help the rearguard," said Aldron. "We...we do," said James, suddenly looking back in the distance at where Peloron and the others were. He could not simply leave his wife to die, but just the same he could not sacrifice his soldiers and Peloron, one of his best officers, just to save his wife; that would be selfish. Aldron looked at James, and then at Mordain. "Milord, what should we do? We can only send our forces in one direction. We do not have the time or the numbers to aid both." ((Alright, Chad, the choice is yours.)) |
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| chadden | Mar 20 2008, 12:08 AM Post #410 |
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Mordain did not hesitate in his decision. "We move to help the refugees. The rearguard are soldiers of Weissland, given to battle in defence of this land. The refugees are the very people they fight to protect. Should the refugees perish, the reaguard's efforts will be for nothing." ----- From the darkness, a jet of malevolent power erupted and struck Nathaniel, hurling him away. The Dark Disciple continued his assault against the mage within his shroud. The undead foot soldiers began assaulting the flanks of the defenders; the mortals were all but surrounded, cut-off from the retreating forces. |
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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 | Mar 20 2008, 12:35 AM Post #411 |
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The Order of the Light moved to defend one of the flanks. Fighting was all up close now, so it was halberds and swords only for them. They fought with great skill and courage, strengthened by the Defenders among them, as well as Haidas in the middle of the conflict. "Meet your destruction," he said to the attackers. "Atosiel wills it." He slashed at them with his sword again and again. He was not as skilled a fighter as he had been in his youth, but he was still the better of many of the enemy soldiers. Every time it seemed as if the Order might falter, he or another Defender would remind them that Aracen awaited them at the end. They faced death and were ready for it. Nevertheless, numbers were quickly overwhelming them. |
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| Gorfang | Mar 20 2008, 01:08 AM Post #412 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel landed away from the stony position the rearguard was defending. As he landed bodily on the slope behind them, he rolled some distance before a large boulder blocked his path. Lying on his side, the mage raised his head, waiting for his blurred vision to become clear again. He watched as everything came back into focus, and pushing up with his hands, began to get up. He looked around, and found his sword nearby. He scrambled over the rocks to pick it up, before calling his staff back to his free hand. |
![]() 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 20 2008, 05:03 AM Post #413 |
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James stood motionless for a moment as Aldron the officers around him bustled to comply with Mordain's order and get the army moving double-time to aid the refugees. Their shouts, however, were not heard by James, who stood and looked south at the cloud of dust that marked where Peloron and his rearguard were now making their last stand. So it was decided; Peloron and his men were to die. And for what? To save Weissland? Weissland was dead. |
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| chadden | Mar 20 2008, 08:55 AM Post #414 |
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Shaellana walked over to James, placing a hand on his shoulder. "The soldiers of Weissland pledge themselves to defend this land. Mordain's has chosen the lesser of two evils, and you know he's right; the refugees are not soldiers. It is our duty to safeguard them." ----- Urden'Hel reared backwards on his horse and made his way towards the Order of Light soldiers. With a swipe of his sword, he dispatched two of the undead hunters and advanced towards Haidas, his blade lowered and pointed towards the man. "Wretched mortal! You will die by my hand!" roared the warlord. |
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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 20 2008, 05:06 PM Post #415 |
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Peloron finally drew his sword as the undead breached his men's perimeter and shouted, "Men of Weissland! Hold until the last! We will save Weissland!" With that, he charged into the fray with his knights. |
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| Lathaon | Mar 20 2008, 05:45 PM Post #416 |
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((Are the undead hunters still around?)) Haidas wielded his sword in two hands and prepared to defend himself. "I have something worthy of dying for," Haidas said. "You have no future. Come fight, if you will." |
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| Ariakas | Mar 20 2008, 11:37 PM Post #417 |
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Vedgar was about to loose his mind. He screamed with fury, anger and fear. First he was on his knees, then on his back. The mage lord of Ataya was going mad. There was no fighting, only torture for Vedgar. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tmar followed Peloron and his knights into the fray. He had little spells left, and his mental powers were almost completely spent. Now he fought with his two blades. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Borsun created carnage of the undead riders. Wherever he displayed his magic, the enemies of Weisslander were destroyed, despite his battle with the bone dragon. It was an awe inspiring sight, one that gave courage and spirit to the knights, undead hunters and Order of the Light-members. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The orcs had came with surprise and speed. Bana had not understood why people had suddenly begun screaming. It was all a mass of confusion and terror. Then he had spotted the greenskins. To his left the girl, Maren, had whimpered with fear. Bana drew his sword and made himself ready to face the enemy. Then he saw Maren had frozen with fear. By the gods, he thought. She is beautiful. He rid himself of such thoughts, took her hand and told her to get out of the way. Maren turned to run. Bana looked as she went, then he turned to face the greenskins. Bana was light, welltrained and agile. His two first cuts removed him of his two opponents, but then the situation became to cramped. The orcs were much stronger than him, and he was forced to back away. There was few Weisslander soldiers around, apart from the few refugees who tried to fight. Orcs got around on either side of him, following the fleeing refugees. |
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| chadden | Mar 21 2008, 11:52 AM Post #418 |
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((Well, I meant that he killed them, but not bothered if they're still alive really.)) Kazmar'Ach began to focus his power upon the mage, preparing to end the life of the mortal. But then, the Disciple was hit with a barrage of fiery, dark power. Shrieking, Kazmar retreated before scouring the sky for his attacker. Another volley of power striking him brought his foe into clear view. ----- Malathos shot towards the Dark Disciple atop his night-black dragon. His robes billowed in the wind with the speed of his descent. Holding his staff towards his enemy, he conjured a jet of black fire that drove the Disciple back even further. Flying low, his dragon tore its claws through a host of the undead riders. ----- Urden'Hel laughed darkly as he rushed towards Haidas, making a powerful swing with his sword. The man dodged, however, but Urden was quick to launch another attack. ----- Mordain spread his wings and flew, with great speed, up to the refugees. As he hurled himself towards a small group of orcs, he changed his robes into armour. The horned helment with a chain mail cover, the spiked shoulder plates and the rest of the dark, unscratched, runed armour appeared seamlessly. Finalley, he summoned his sword and smashed into the side of two orcs, flooring them with the speed of impact. In the next instant, he spun his staff and cracked another orc in the face and thrust his sword through the chest of yet another. "To me, defenders of Weissland!" roared Mordain. The guards nearby moved to form up behind him, ready to meet orcs stampeding towards them. Unleashing a viscious battlecry, Mordain charged up to meet the orcs, the guards following. |
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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 21 2008, 02:37 PM Post #419 |
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Peloron swung his sword around, cutting into a fell knight's neck and dropping him. Drathmor's forces were swarming all over the rocky area now, overwhelming the Weisslander defenders. The battle had diminished to a series of one-on-many battles, and all coherence the Weisslanders had once had was destroyed as the undead smashed gaps in the line and isolated small portions. As Peloron swung around and cut into another undead, he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his arm and looked down to see an undead warrior with a spear into his side. As he looked, he felt another pain as another weapon sliced into his slower back he staggered forward and a third weapon stabbed him in the back. He fell to his knees as blood began to drip from his mouth, and pushed up the visor of his helmet. A fourth weapon entered his back, but he remained upright. He looked around at the battle raging about him and whispered sadly, "For Weissland." With that, he fell forward into the mud. |
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| Gorfang | Mar 21 2008, 03:22 PM Post #420 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel braced himself and headed back towards the combat. He did not have to move far, as the undead were gradually moving to surround the beleguered rearguard. A dismounted fel knight charged at him, heavy armour clanking and boots thumping on stony ground as the knight picked up speed. Nathaniel pointed his sword at the knight, holding his staff down at his side. As the knight rushed towards him, the mage suddenly turned, bringing his staff around to smash it into the back of the knight's head. The headlong rush sent the fel knight crashing down to the ground. Dropping his staff momentarily Nathaniel held his sword two-handed aimed down at the knight. He raised his arms, then stabbed down with the sword, piercing the armour and the body within. He withdrew the weapon and repeated the action, making sure the knight was finished. Continuing to hold his sword in both hands, he fended off attacks from a couple of skeletons, knocking sword and shield aside as he tried to find an opening. |
![]() 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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