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| Ariakas | Jun 4 2008, 04:30 PM Post #121 |
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((So Asulien fills the whole area, completly covering access to that valley?)) "Even if we do that," Vedgar said. "I doubt we will shield them from Drathmor's grasp." "We can't spare men, mages or leaders to defend them though," Andros countered. "Whatever Drathmor throws against the people of Weissland at this stage will be to disturb our disipline and ruin our focus." |
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| chadden | Jun 4 2008, 04:30 PM Post #122 |
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((Could send them west towards the coast, I suppose.)) |
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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 | Jun 7 2008, 09:45 PM Post #123 |
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At the same time outside Fargon, a short distance from the town in the deep forest the the three Realmers and their dubious companion had made up camp on their own. Justin was making ready some food for them to east, while Bana was seeing to their one horse. Ranorist sat by the fire, watching Cloudwulfe drift off to sleep. Justin looked into the darkness, in the direction where Fargon lay. "There is something I have forgotten to told you about," he said to Ranoirst with a quiet voice. "There is still a Realmer in the army down there. Morbius." "Morbius Stemper?" Ranorist asked in surprised. "That engineer assistant who worked for Hound? Well, his position is not good for him at least. If anyone learns he's a Realmer he might have his handful of trouble." "You do not like the man?" "I like few people Justin," Ranorist said, before adding with a smile, "But I do respect him. I know of his skills. But what did he do there." "He came with Narandar who led the remainder of Rios' army from Ordail." "What about Rios himself?" "He's dead." Justin look up from the bird he was working on for a few seconds, but soon returned to cleaning it. "Morbius was to deliver a letter to Ariakas. He gave it to me in case I would see him." "May I see it?" Ranorist asked. Justin only nodded, reached inside his vest and gave him the letter. "It has not been opened yet." Ranorist studied the letter, easily recognizing the mark from the man who had written it. "From Captain Quarr," he said aloud more to himself in a thoughtful manner than to Justin. The other Mjolnir Warrior only nodded. "You think we should open it?" Ranorist asked. Justin looked up and frowned. "Are you serious?" he asked after a short while. Ranorist looked at Cloudwulf before talking. "I think you have already considered it Justin. If the Crevasse is truly as deadly as Mordain Thaendil, chances ARE that Ariakas may be dead by now. If he is, you and I, have no ideas on what to do and no purpose to aim after. This," he waved with the letter "May show us what we must do next." "I do not like it," Justin said. "But you are right. We need by now every clue we can get. Open it. Ranorist nodded and ripped open the letter, took out the paper and read aloud. Dead friend brother. I want you to understand that you and I will always be more close than most people will ever be, be they family or allies. You and I are of the same stock and the same breed. The difference is that you are not proud of your background, and that I can understand. Darkness still hangs over us Puritans and that is something we can do little about. It belongs, as you always has said, to the past. However, I could have ignored your lack of respect for our past if it was not for your lack of respect of your present. I do not believe that you understand what you truly are part off. The White Realm is a glorious realm, rivaling the Realm of Purity in propserity, wealth and honour. I am not saying we should rebuild the Realm of Purity anymore, but we should help, with whatever resources you and I have, this White Realm to grow. That is what you have said officially, but you and I know the truth of this. The Order of Mjolnir could be used for much greater things than what you have so far. You keep the White Council, and even the Lord Sunnycool of the White Realm, out of your affairs. You believe this to be the best, but it is only for your own reasons. Reasons which seem less and less sane for me for every day I have walked beside you. I am sorry to tell you, my brother, that I have lost my faith in you. You who put faith in us all. You who made an army who relied on faith. Now I have no more faith in you and I believe it's a mistake that others should put faith in you as well. I do not need to waste ink on details on our disagreements. This we have constantly debated. You should understand, my brother, your disadvantage and your heavy burden that could lead this whole Realm to even bigger problems. Your honesty and lack of truth, brother. You have kept few things hidden from me, but you have hid most things from your lord, your men and your people. It can not go on anymore. Lies, murder and necromancy. Yes, I am writing about your acts now. I will no longer keep them secret. It is by now I will no longer call you brother. You have broken your promise to me. I know this. I have been to your forest. It is all gone and I know it is your doings. You promised me you would help. Ever since we met, and now you have thrown it all away. You have taken Angel, or Cloudwulfe, as well which may have been a wise action. He would have been killed had you left him behind. I will take your business to the White Council and to the Lord of the White Realm. Profyn I will give up as well. I am personally taking command of the Order of Mjolnir, for the best of the White Realm. You know I will steer them just as well as you have always done. And with a greater purpose than you have ever thought off. You never believed in gods, brother. But I'm telling you had the ability to be one. You may already have been one had you not been so blind. Sometimes I doubt you may be of Puritan family. Never have I met a man of so little pure blood. Stay out of the White Realm, my brother, for it will do you no good returning here. Until we meet again, may that day never come Quarr Omakhrive |
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| chadden | Jun 8 2008, 01:31 PM Post #124 |
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Mordain finally sighed. The decisions he had to make were very testing. "We have little choice. We must take all the refugees we can. If we leave them here, in Fargon, then they will be slaughtered. We must take them with us to Asulien. We will simply have to wait until we're there to find out where to put 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 | Jun 8 2008, 09:53 PM Post #125 |
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The three mage lords nodded. "You are right Lord Thaendil," Andros said. "No matter what the final descision will be we must at least take them with us." |
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| chadden | Jun 9 2008, 10:08 PM Post #126 |
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Mordain said nothing in reply. His Seeker was already moving to bring the people of Fargon to the column. There was nothing more to do than march. ((I don't really know what else to do in this thread. Unless anyone in the column has anything left to do, then I suggest we move-on to the next location. Also, I suggest someone decides where the next location is ))
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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 | Jun 10 2008, 12:12 PM Post #127 |
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Ranorist sat looking at Cloudwulfe for a long while after he had finished the letter. "So, if this truly is Angel," he said eventually, "Everything Mordain Thaendil told us was true." Justin nodded. Bana sat with them now, and Justin had given him the letter. The younger Warrior of Mjolnir was shaking his head. "I am happy Angus is not with us anymore," Justin said. "He would have killed Cloudwulfe straight away." "And we should'nt?" Bana asked. Ranorist shrugged. Justin shook his head, "No. My, and ours, loyalty is to Ariakas above everything else. He is above the Order, and above Captain Quarr. This letter means nothing, except that we need to find Ariakas now by every means." "Ariakas is of Puritan descent," Ranorist mumbled. "Who would have thought?" "Any one can be of Puritan descent," Justin said. "One just does not know." "I know I ain't," Ranorist said angry. With that suddenly Cloudwulfe awoke and sat up. His eyes were white and shined with a dazed light. "The Commander of Mjolnir is still alive," he said. "He will find us. He is returning. He is coming here." "Here?" Justin said confused. "Asulien," Cloudwulfe said. "Everything assembleds at Asulien. The battle that needs to be fought must be fought there. Ariakas is going to Asulien." Ranorist lifted from his position. "We have nothing to gain from striking out on our own. We should have strived to stay with the Weissland army, but I'm afraid that is not possible now. But if Cloudwulfe is right, we should be heading for Asulien." He turned his head to Cloudwulfe, "I believe you." Justin rose as well. "Get the horse Bana. We will make our own way to Asulien, travelling far from the moving army. Hopefully there will many enough people, big enough space and enough chaos in Asulien so that Mordain or Shaellana won't notice our presence." [Justin, Bana, Cloudwulfe, Ranorist leaves Fargon] ((Should not the next location be Asulien, unless there is a suitable position between us and Asulien)) |
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| Gorfang | Jun 10 2008, 01:07 PM Post #128 |
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((Asulien is our destination. If we simply jump to Asulien from the far side of Fargon its a bit dull. But is there anything left to do? Without Mordus around, I've only got one thing to do here and that thing is moving a character away from here. I say if you and Chadden want to move to Asulien then go ahead.)) |
![]() 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 | Jun 10 2008, 02:23 PM Post #129 |
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((Might as well, then.)) The column pressed on. Another day of travel would see them to the gates of Asulien. Their journey was almost over. Their battle was about to begin. --Weissland Column leaves Fargon-- --Entering 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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| Gorfang | Jun 10 2008, 04:20 PM Post #130 |
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As the column had arrived at Fargon and picked up the civilians there, Jessa Aeris made one final check of her possessions before riding away north. She was heading towards Iludon with great haste. She would need to race there and then race across country to Asulien. --Leaving Fargon-- --Entering Iludon (Jessa Aeris)-- --Entering Asulien (all my other characters)-- |
![]() 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 | Aug 10 2008, 08:02 PM Post #131 |
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--Enters from The Northern Stretch-- Urden'Hel moved his force towards Fargon. It looked deserted, but he had hope of some prey still remaining. The elves would squeel like pigs! A necromancer approached him. His robes were black, but covered in dust and grime. Bones and dark feathers adorned his attire. "My Lord. This place holds the stench of the living." "Are they still here?" Urden's voice resonated with the fury of the fire that formed him. The necromancer nodded. "Yes. Some." "Root them out." The necromancer moved forward. From the appearance of the man's robes, Urden recognised him as one of the necromancer lords that the Master had assigned to Urden's army. Necromancer lords, like the mage lords of Weissland, were simply the most powerful of their trade, bar the Master himself. The lord produced a black pouch. He opened it and scattered the contents on the ground, which were bone fragments. Then, he circled around the fragments with his finger, creating a ruinic circle in the dirt. Finally, he retrieved a vial containing blood, only this blood was as black as the deepest shadows. He dropped only a few drops of this substance into the circle he had drawn. Placing the vile back within his robes, he opened his hand with the palm facing towards the circle and bones beneath it. The foul sorcerer began chanting his spell. All through Fargon, the ground slowly began to crack, focussing at the centre of the city. Slowly, a black gass began rising from these cracks. The lord let it fill the city before opening his palm towards the city and shouting the last few words of the spell. The bone fragments were consumed by black fire. A terrible shriek filled the air as a skull, formed from the black gas, rose above the city. Cries of pain filled the air as the gas began aging the very flesh of those within the city, to the point that they crumbled away to dust. Any who remained alive within the city fled instantly to its borders, only to be cut down by the lingering undead. ----- --Enters from Endral-- Above the vast army of undead that moved with him, Narak'Phel flew in the form of a flock of bats. He moved towards Fargon and watched as gas rose throughout the city, followed by screams of agony. It was a powerful necromantic ability, to invoke that spell. Urden must have powerful necromancers at his disposal, thought the vampire. |
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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 11 2008, 10:42 PM Post #132 |
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The army of Narak'Phel moved to join with Urden's force. The Dark Disciples sought one-another out. "The war is coming to a close, Narak." said the warlord. The vampire laughed, a malevolent laugh that could chill a soul to the bone. Luckily, there were no souls nearby to suffer such an effect. "Yes, so I hear. We march for Asulien?" "Yes," nodded Urden. "But not yet. We must remain here and await the Master's arrival." Narak's face curved into a smile. "He means to destroy them Himself?" "The wrath of the dead will claim the living, a wrath controlled by His fingertips." Again, the vampire laughed. "Until then, Urden, I will find myself fleshy play-things." Narak'Phel exploded into a swarm of bats, rising up before descending on the city. Urden signalled the necromancer lord. "Cease your spell." "My Lord?" questioned the necromancer. "The humans will know more horror at the hands of Narak'Phel than the likes of you could ever inflict upon 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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| chadden | Aug 24 2008, 12:43 PM Post #133 |
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Urden watched the city and listened to the screams of horror from within as Narak'Phel tore through the weakling humans. But then, he felt something far stronger. He turned, as did his entire army, to the south. The full force fell to their knees, bowing before their Master. --Enters from Ataya-- Drathmor Archon was sat upon his massive throne, carried again by a host of undead. He moved through the undead and stopped before Urden'Hel. "Warlord. The time is at hand. The enemy will taste extinction. On, to Asulien!" spoke Drathmor. The undead rose and the titanic force began its march towards the city of Asulien. That was where the war would end. |
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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 | Sep 3 2008, 11:47 AM Post #134 |
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A day, maybe less, was all that it would take for the undead to reach Asulien. In their march, they had already come across a number of Weissland scouts. The scouts had been 'inducted' into Drathmor's army. From upon his throne, the Dark Lord observed the mortal known as Haidas. The man's face was sealed behind a nightmarish mask, with a visage of pure suffering carved upon the surface. He remained lashed to Urden's battle standard, a helpless icon of the horror awaiting all within the walls of Asulien. Moarbrek moved to stand upon the bottom step of his Master's podium. "Master, the walls of Asulien will be thick and carved of mighty stone." "There are no mortal means that can deny my power!" replied Drathmor, his hands sparking magic. The Lich Lord leaned close to his Master. "And what of the Castoden boy? He has the sword, the blade of Mhairi Castoden." "That boy will die, just like that whore of an ancestor of his. This, I will see to myself." "But my Lord, the girl bested you, long ago. Is it worth the risk, facing-" Drathmor slammed his fist off of the end of his throne. "The girl had years of training behind her. She dedicated her whole life to my destruction! But, as you can see, that was a goal she never saw fulfilled. And she paid for her insolence in full! The young 'lord' Castoden will meet the same fate, but by my hand." --Undead army leaves Fargon-- --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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| chadden | Sep 8 2011, 04:59 PM Post #135 |
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Krodalis stood on the side of a tall mountain gazing down at Asulien below. The city itself was an impressive construction, yet it was one built on hypocrisy. It was the home of the Order of Light, who promoted the commandments of their failed god and tried to live by his words. But they had failed. They were surrounded by sin, they acted on sin; it was repugnant. How could any 'god' love these creatures? These creatures who were self-destructive above all else. It was their nature, just as it was the nature of all things that could form a coherent thought, to destroy both everything around them and themselves. Krodalis, ultimately, was nothing more than the extreme of the mortal condition. He would give self-destruction true meaning, truly define it beyond doubt. They would fight, they would scream, they would beg, they would defy him; and they would fail. He thought back to the mage Nathaniel Drakkon who had so passionately defended the right to life shared by all those who respected the law of nature, but truly the morality of what he was doing didn't matter to him. Good intentions would not save them from the ruin that awaited. Another ethereal presence joined the old sorcerer upon his outcrop, forming behind him. Krodalis didn't turn. "Is it done?" he asked. "Yes." spoke Ulldomae. The wraith-like demon moved forward to stand next to his Master. "You should have let me take the elf, Krodalis. You are inviting failure by delaying. We should not underestimate these creatures." "That much I have seen. These new mortals are a stronger breed. Their war against Drathmor strengthened them. But we need Wyrillyn within Asulien, for now." "What of the boy? And the half-breed?" Krodalis sighed. "The boy has vanished, even from my sight. Mordain has hidden him. We will use Wyrillyn to flush him out. His mind is unstable. With the right pressure, he will break and Mordain will be forced to reconsider just how secure Asulien is." "As you wish." Ulldomae looked to the skies, then at the lands below. "What is your command?" "Stay near this city. If the boy appears, it will be time to strike and I need you ready. I will meet with Kvahla. There are still others loyal to the cause that we must rally." The two forms lingered for a few moments before fading, one moving down to the city below and the other far away. |
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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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