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Ledek's Span; North of Ataya
Topic Started: Jan 25 2008, 12:19 PM (7,191 Views)
Ariakas
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The momentum of his charge had run out and now Tmar was constantly on his backfoot. He was tired and weary, the very sound of battle now being an ache to his head.

Again and again he was forced back, as the knights on either side of him got killed. The enchanted swords kept him alive, cause he was not a master in swordcombat, far from it.

Soon he realized he was back to back with another mage, Nathaniel Drakkon. He could not turn to look at the man however, so heavy was the press against him now.

"This looks grim," he called out to Nathaniel over the battle.
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Mordus watched from high above as waves of murky figures clashed with the dull metal sheen of Weissland, like torrent upon rock. The rearguard however, as inevitably as the stoic rock, was slowly being ground thinner and thinner.

His concentration broke when the combined wails of women and children reached his ears. He shifted in the saddle to get a better look as his drake responded with a wail of her own.

Orcs. Foul beasts, he thought, bridling slightly as he observed them. He reserved a special revulsion for their kind, having seen enough of their cruel glee and mindless violence in the bone wastes to make others tear out their own eyes.

He growled a hiss and cursed them; reaching back into his saddle bag and after some searching withdrawing a leatherbound tome. He steadied the drake and set both hands to opening and reading it, holding back pages that rippled in the wind whilst searching for the passage.

Kth'or Rauchkur Ihkkorum

He read the line and instantly closed the book. His cape had burst into flame and he quickly beat out the flames with his gloved hand. He returned the book to his bag and doused himself with water from his large leather flask. He did not want to take any chances.

Taking care to keep the words out of his concious stream of thought he raised both hands above his head, pausing to take breath and steady his racing heartbeat.
He undid his mental safeguards and said the words out loud, reality fluctuating at his hands with each painful syllable; smoke and small jets of fire appearing and disappearing.

"Ihkkorum..." He finished. Grasping the immaterial substance of that other place with both hands and dragging it from that world into this he hurled a molten comet of inferno towards the undead at the ground, far larger than he or even his drake.

It rumbled and ripped the sky as it hurtled down, dark debris and a tail of fire escaping as it neared the undead before the rearguard.

Mordus clutched his burned arms in pain and uttered a crude healing spell, removing his recent injuries but drawing fresh blood from old scars in return.

He felt dizzy with the effort but was carnaly reassured with the great crash and boom of the impact; a crater large enough to encompass half of Kuren lay smouldering where once there were bones and rotting flesh. It's center still burning red hot a hundred yards into the ground.
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Nathaniel knocked a spear downward, hacking the skull from the skeleton. As this one fell dead, he continued his defensive blocks and parries, as several more skeletons attacked him. He said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes from the enemy "It could be worse." A huge impact rocked him, although he was not facing the right way to see it. He said "What was that?"
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"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

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Haidas blocked, managing to keep hold of his sword against the powerful blow, and stabbed the disciple's mount, withdrawing his weapon only just in time to parry.
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Urden's mount made no wince, no movement or cry to show pain. The creature was demonic and undead; it felt nothing.

With a roar, the warlord unleashd a fiery eruption that seared those around him and cast Haidas backwards.

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Kazmar'Ach watched Modus hurl his impressive attack, and moved slowly towards the man. The Disciple kept his form incorporeal, out of the reach of the mortal weapons.

"No... such power... is born from... the light..." hissed the creature as it moved around Mordus.

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Seeing that the rearguard was surrounded, the Lich, Azhan, followed Kazmar'Ach's orders; he contacted the necromancers under his command. In responce, the necromancers ordered their undead to begin their advance towards the retreating Weissland army.

Over a hundred thousand creatures, born of bone or rotting flesh, moved away from the rest of the undead, towards the mortals.

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Invoking a weakening spell, Mordain reduced his foe's weapon to dust. A quick swing separated the orc's head from his shoulders.

Another two orcs rampaged towards Mordain. Dropping to a crouch, he allowed the armour on his arms to receed, revealing the demonic skin and brutal hands that lay beneath. He lunged forward, at the orcs, and tore his claws through their necks. By the time he landed, his armour had reappeared and the orcs lay dead upon the ground.
"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.

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The blast that fell down not far from them made Tmar cover his face from the heat and strong wind. "I don't know," he said. "But I think it was one of ours."

He continued to fending off the attacks of the undead and at a few times managing to deliver a ending blow. Then he noticed the undead, on either sides of the surrounded rearguard beginning to march past.

"They are passing us," he cried. "They are heading for the main army. Aldron needs to hurry."
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Nathaniel blocked a stabbing sword, and with some effort managed to slash the undead who had made the attack. It stumbled and lost its footing on the rocky ground, giving Nathaniel a little room. He made viscious swipes with his sword, the blade flaring bright red on impact, a hiss and crack of sound and energy with each hit. He lashed out at the undead, felling three of them. But still more moved to attack him. He said "If we could get some room here, perhaps we could hinder them with magic. But there is little chance of that."

He dodged the spear which was thrust at him, gripping the haft and pulling it downwards and passed him. As the skeleton came in reach, the black-clad mage brought his sword down on the back of its neck. He held onto the spear, using it like he would his staff, blocking and unbalancing his opponents. It was a simple thing to speak the words of a spell and surround the spear with magical energy, making it resistant to damage for a time.
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"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.

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Tmar ducked under a swing from an undead warrior, then striked forward with both sword, taking of the skull from its bony shoulders.

"I might make us some room," he cried. "But do you have a spell which may hinder them? A spell powerful enough?"
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Nathaniel slammed the spear down on a zombies head, smashing it badly. The undead slumped to the ground, and Nathaniel slashed out with his sword. He spoke back "I've got something in mind. It should slow them down considerably."
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"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.

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"Good then," Tmar nodded to Nathaniel, holding his gaze for a split second before suddenly going offensive. He made huge swings to either side, hacking apart undead alike and forcing the mortal creatures backwards. He created a small gap, then with a quick swing he threw the shortest one of his sword forward. The sword threw straight through the combat, between combatants, below rearing horses and over numerous heads before suddenly sinking into the back of one of the necromancers who slumped forward.

Tmar slipped to his knees and as the undead creatures moved forward to end his life he let his fingers scratch into the ground as he chanted, "Anthalas, monthalas Sirithian figur lovekropth".
The air was filled with the sound akin to a hammer of iron hitting a iron kettle. A very large hammer and kettle. The sound grew in intensity and strength, growing to a powerful rumble. The tremble turned into shaking. Mortal and undead allies and foes alike felt unsteady, many lost their footings. Then suddenly the ground around Nathaniel and Tmar erupted and rippled. The very earth exploded, ripping apart the undead around them. They tried to get away, but the erupting earth turned into a wave, slowly catching up with them drowning them in a powerful display of rock, mold and dust. It continued for a radius of twenty-thirty feet around Tmar and Nathaniel. Then it died out. But the area around Tmar and Nathaniel had been cleared.

Tmar was on his back, not breathing but it did not matter. He had created time for Nathaniel now.
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Suddenly, one of the large rocks exploded and a blinding light was cast over the battlefield. Out of a hole in the ground came a cadre of men and women in white cloaks, blasting powerful spells of white magic at the undead and blowing them away. "Block the way!" shouted the lead monk. The men and women cast powerful offensive spells, blasting holes in the large undead force streaming towards the retreating Wiesland Army. "They will be able to deal with the rest! To the rearguard!"
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Nathaniel had no time to react to the sudden arrival of the strange monks, the ones from the Pass of Kuren. He used the space Tmar had given him, thanking him internally as he began to chant the words to a powerful spell. It took time, two or three minutes, but eventually he said the last word of the spell and it was cast.

Clouds formed over the undead heading passed the rearguard towards the Weissland army. Almost at once they erupted in heavy rain. The rain poured down in a torrent, hammering down on the undead and the ground. So strong was the rain that it was able to injure some of the undead, denting armour and rotten flesh. The ground quickly became drenched, turning to thick mud between the rain and the struggling, shambling bodies of the undead. The rain continued, and as it did, Nathaniel could see the next part of his spell beginning to take effect. The mud was not simple mud, it seemed to take on a life of its own. The mud sucked and grasped at the undead, dragging them down, making them lose their footing. More and more of the undead slipped and fell over their comrades, unable to find purchase in the muddy ground. Their advance slowed to a crawl.

Speaking other words, Nathaniel set the clouds of rain to follow the front of the undead advance, ensuring that the undead would be unable to get clear of the spell unless it was countered magically or his energy ran out. He could not be certain, but he was sure he could maintain the spell for perhaps ten minutes, unless something happened to change that.
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"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.

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Mordus' chest siezed violently as he coughed blood, catching the whispers of Kazmar'Ach as he clung onto the saddle. He stiffled his retching as anger boiled in him. His fingers dug trembling into the tough leather of the saddle.

"You..." He exhaled bitterly. The corpses of Kuren still vivid in his eyes.
"...Will bewoe the day you killed mine." He snarled and a sphere of fire emmanated voraciosly from him.
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Haidas was thrown back into his own ranks and would have been easily finished if their halberds were not used to deter the disciple and his steed, as little an effect it might seem to have.

Haidas coughed and said "Coward! Get down and face me, steel against steel!"

He brought his sword up to defend himself again.
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Urden grinned diabolically as he dropped to the ground, dismissing his steed. "As you wish, mortal."

The Disciple lunged forward, smashing his weapon against Haidas's in a devastating attack that hurled the man backwards. Again, Urden rushed towards his foe, keeping his attacks quick and strong.

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The eruption of fire did little to stem Kazmar'Ach; the Disciple retreated in time to only be caught by the fringe of the attack.

"You... carry the... taint... of something... darker than... even I..." continued the wraith, pursuing Mordus across the battlefield.

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Despite the efforts of the Weisslanders, the undead continued to advance towards the retreating mortals. They had been slowed, but by no means stopped.

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The undead fighting the rearguard was doing well; the Weissland defenders were dwindling in number. Soon, they would fall.
"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.

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Haidas got back up to be thrown back again. His arms ached from resisting the blows, but he continued on, making a quick jab at his opponent as soon as he had the chance.
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Blood ran down the side of Mordus' face as he exhausted even more of himself to continue casting. He was beyond even apathy in a state of singular motive as he urged Draicha in pursuit of Kazmar'Ach, hurling molten jets of increasingly black empyrean.

"Do not delve too deep Disciple," He said with a hint of a disturbed and forelorn smile. "Greater men have fallen in trying."
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Formed of raw shadows now, Kazmar moved with great speed to dodge Mordus's spells as the man continued his pursuit.

"Your mind... can hold no... secrets... from me... Mordus... This taint... I know its origin..."

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Haidas's attacks were growing weaker and careless. The man was failing. Urden chose to seize his chance.

With great strength, the Dark Disciple blocked one of his foe's attacks and smacked him with the back of his hand. The man stumbled back before being grabbed by Urden, the Disciple lifting Haidas off the ground by his throat.

Around them, undead were swarming the Weissland defenders. Their defeat was imminent.

"You chose to fight a battle that you could not possibly win, mortal. There are some that would call that bravery. Me, I call it stupidity." laughed Urden'Hel.
"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.

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Haidas choked and started to turn purple. He stared helplessly at the disciple.
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Borsun was now fighting close to Nathaniel, standing over Tmar's body and guarding him.

He called out to Nathaniel, despite the mage's concentration on holding his spell, "Nathaniel! You should get away from here. I know you have the kind of spell which may help you do that."
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