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Aelendak; Weissland East-Coast
Topic Started: May 28 2008, 07:35 PM (1,969 Views)
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The three mages with the main force combined their efforts, creating a deluge of water that fell in a tight band above the fire, then swept along its course to smash against the wall beyond. The fire was extinguished and the oil beneath which had not been completely used up in the eruption was diluted by the water.

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Mistrandar sat within the crumbling sphere of magic, watching how his enemy reacted to his defence. He spoke the words to a spell and formed a beam of white magic large enough to cover him and then launched it at one point of the dark magic, a concentrated attack directly forward.

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Boralays and his men continued forward, hearing and seeing the fighting from afar. Their shields were up and ready, they were alert for anything. But so far, they had remained unnoticed. Boralays realised this was likely in part to the distraction provided by Mistrandar.
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With the fire extinguished, the army was able to meld back together into one coherent fighting force and continue onward, if a bit cautiously, trying to prepare themselves for any more unexpected surprises.
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The acolytes struggled to keep the fire alive, but to no avail. Instead, they focussed their energy upon the earth and channelled the rain for their enemy's spell back into itself, taking control of the element for themselves. They built the rain up, gathering a large amount of liquid that was held in the air before plunging it down around the Weisslanders. The ground was instantly turned to slippery, loose and deep mud. Many of the Weisslanders lost their footing in the commotion.

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Daemmion's spell was thrown back for an instant as his foe's spell tore through his attack. But, as the magic attack took effect, his foe made the mistake of shifting his focus away from his own defences to the attack. In that instant, the shadow liquid intensified its efforts around the attack and the rest of the shell. The sphere was shattered, leaving the man to grapple with the shadow liquid himself as it tried to bind him before forcing itself down his mouth to silence him.
"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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Before the spell enveloped him completely Mistrandar cried out the last words to a spell. With a sudden and shocking force the liquid was blasted away from him by an intense wave of air, followed by being boiled and evaporated by white magic. The elf collapsed to his knees and gasped for breath.

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As the three mages found the army under attack again, they utilised the elements to their own end. The air increased in temperature and humidity, and a wind blew in from behind and across them towards the city. The mud began to dry and harden to solid ground beneath the soldier's feet, and the rain was sent lashing against the walls and those who waited there. The mages increased the ferocity of the rain, until it lashed and bit at the enemies on the walls.

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Boralays and his men continued on unhindered. They were within sight of the wall and would reach it before the main force if they were not careful.
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The Weisslander army continued their march, their formation restored. They were nearing the closest defenses, with their archers raining arrows from behind; they would soon cease as the army got closer.
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Daemmion recoiled from the magical backlash as his spell was bested. He looked at his opponent, so far away. Impressive power, he thought. He looked down on the battle before him. He would rest before his next move.

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Unable to disperse the rain, the acolytes did the next best thing; they concentrated all of their efforts into displacing it. The rain lost it's ferocity against the wall. Instead, it merely fell as a heavy downpower across the whole battlefield. It took all of the acolytes their full effort to keep the rain as such. Slowly but surely, the ground was again turning to mud, but not fast enough to make a big impact against the enemy.
"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 mages did not have the energy to continue a back and forth display of elemental magic, it would be wasteful given the imminent battle. Instead they used magic to draw the moisture out of the air as it fell around them and channel it towards areas of ground far to either side of the army. The enemy would be forced to abandon the rain as it was only falling on areas which the Weisslanders would not walk over or on the walls themselves, providing a disadvantage only to those currently on the walls.

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Mistrandar was very tired, but got to his feet and began walking after the army some distance ahead of him now. At the very least he would be able to lend a hand to the army as they stormed the walls, even if he would be empty in a magical sense afterwards.

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Boralays had the men with him slow their pace slightly so they would reach the walls at the same time as the main force. Hopefully this way the enemy would be too busy with the much larger formation of Weissland soldiers to put up much resistance here. Of course, that was only a theory, and Boralays was competent enough not to rest everything on theory alone. Weissland courage and steel though, were much better things to rest hopes on.
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The army was now almost at the walls, and the archers had ceased their firing and begun to move forward to support the troops if needed. The men kept their formation tight and ready, prepared to fight the horde of Orcs that stood before them.
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As the Weissland formation moved forward, one man lost his footing, tumbling into one of the trenches, breaking the formation. The soldiers were confused for a few moments, then orcs in their thousands poured from their concealment in the ground itself, taking full advantage of the enemy's confusion. They were quickly amongst their ranks, where their spears and strict discipline counted for nothing against the savagery of the orcs. Whilst a strong number of the Weisslanders were able to withdraw quickly enough to recreate their formation, just as many were locked in the savage bloodbath with the orcs. There were perhaps three thousand orcs amongst them.

But things were only to get worse for the Weissland soldiers.

Seeing that the orcs had sprung their trap, Daemmion invoked his magic, with the help of his acolytes who had now abandoned their spell against the rain. Across the battlefield, decaying limbs began pulling their rotting bodies from the earth; a strong force, a huge force, of undead emerged from the ground below the Weisslanders' feet, far more than the number of orcs that had lain in concealment. Some undead were before the Weissland ranks, some beyond, and some appeared in the middle. Again, Weisslanders were struck with confusion. A small number lost their lives quickly as undead manifested directly beneath them, pulling them down and tearing them apart. Daemmion smiled; the battle had finally been joined.

From the walls, the orc archers began raining arrows down against the Weisslander archers, who were closer now. And, finally, two gates opened at either side of the walls. The gates were wide, but not tall. More than gates, they were more like sections of wall that merely swung upwards. From a distance, it would've been impossible to even spot them. And from these gates came the main orc force; a good fifteen thousand orcs began pouring from the gates. At their front, several hundred orcs rode upon massive worgs; might wolf-beasts roughly the size of a horse. They had to close the distance between themselves and the enemy as quickly as possible, giving the enemy probably a minute or so to react to this sudden change of events.
"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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Aldron watched as his men were suddenly embroiled in a conflict they had not expected, but he knew his captains and the experience of his men. While the war with the Defiled Kingdom had been horrific and the casualties tremendous, it had also served to make the remainder of the Weissland Army into hardened veterans and slayers of the servants of the Defiled Kingdom. Even without their formations, their training and experience made them formidable fighters, and they joined the melee against their hated enemies with a fury. His captains brought the men in the formation forward, giving support to those who were engaged in the melee with the savage Orcs and undead, and though casualties were mounting at the front, as the spears and shields of the bulk of the army entered in and those fighting by themselves were absorbed back in by waiting comrades, the initial shock of the attack wore off and the battle began to even. The orcs and undead were having difficulty dealing with the armor and shields of the Weisslanders and their formation, while the wargs, though deadly to some, were being overwhelmed and impaled by the long spears of Weissland.


((I'm gonna give Gorfang a chance to post before I post again.))
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((I've forgotten, how many soldiers do you have with you again?))

Some undead, late to emerge, pulled themselves out of the ground towards the back of the formation. Again, a few soldiers were pulled down and slain as the undead rose and began attacking from the rear. The Weisslanders had taken a decent amount of casualties in the initial attack, but now the same was true of the orcs as they struggled to break into the formation. The rest of the orc horde was now upon them though and the Weisslanders found themselves losing ground.

From the side, six worgs came charging with a bloodlust. One tore away a couple of soldiers, another fell quickly to spears. But, these two were not the ones that the Weisslanders had to concern themselves with. Three worgs hurled themselves through the air with mighty prowess, smashing into the Weissland formation from above. Though quickly slain, their impact had created enough shock and confusion for a few precious moments that allowed the orcs to find an access point past the Weissland tough formation. The first few ranks of the formation were again pulled into a bloody melee, though the back had regained its composure after dealing with the straggling undead that had appeared there. Human and elf clashed with orc, undead and beast in a horrific feast of fury and blood.
"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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((10,000 with Aldron, and Boralays has 5,000)).
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((And James has 3,000 doesn't he?))
"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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((Yeah but he rode north; no one knows where he is. :ph43r: ))
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The three mages with the main army fought as best they could, sticking with the formations of soldiers and trying not to cause the troops to break formation for them. One hurled a fireball at a group of undead not directly involved in the melee yet, destroying several before they could reach the Weisslanders through the press. The second, an elven woman with black hair slashed out with her sword at a worg as it charged past, carving into its' flank. Soldiers with spears finished the beast and the rider shortly afterwards. The third mage raised his staff and spoke words to a spell, and a single lightning bolt crashed down and struck two orcs, frying them within their armour. The spell spooked some of the nearby orcs, but the intensity of the fighting soon made them forget any notions of backing off.

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Mistrandar broke into a jog, feeling it necessary to lend his weight to the massive battle which had broken out ahead of him. A few more minutes and he would be in range to do something useful.

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Boralays and his men finally reached the wall. There was not much he could do about the main force now. They had been spotted by the orc patrols on the walls here and a few arrows fell amongst them. While a couple of men died to this fire, most were unharmed due to their armour and shields. Boralays gave the order "ladders men, prepare to engage!"

Groups of men rushed forward as the formation parted by sidestepping left or right one pace. They carried ladders to reach the walls and soon raised them up. Two were quickly cast down by the orcs, as more orcs started to arrive on the scene. Another four were kept up though, as Boralays unleashed his magical potential and swept a number of orcs off the walls with a spell. The way clear Weissland soldiers began to climb, and a small beachhead was created around the four standing ladders as more ladders were prepared to be raised. The emerging combat was still entirely in the balance, as either force could throw the other back at this point.
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The Weisslanders in the larger combat had lost some of their unity of formation, but that would not be enough to put them down easily. While each man was a skilled fighter individually, and as a unit nigh unstoppable, the Weissland Army was one of pride, skill, and camaraderie. Men were taught how to fight if the formation broke, to fight in small groups and to watch each other's backs, and this they did, fighting in small pairs and groups of three or four, protecting each other while slaying the Orcs and undead who had no sense of tactics or loyalty to each other, and it was here, in these small, individual battles, that the fight would be decided.
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The orcs and undead continued to clash with the Weissland soldiers, neither side truly able to gain the upper hand. But the orcs would need to make their attacks count, and do it fast. Now that the initial shock of their surprise attack had left the enemy, the Weisslanders' superior training would eventually count for more than the mighty numbers of both orc and undead.

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More orcs from within the city, including the several thousand Daemmion had set aside, moved quickly towards the wall where the Weisslanders climbed. The battle there would be joined.

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Daemmion stood in his tower, looking down at the Weisslanders as they ascended his wall. He felt anger swelling up within him; his pride had taken a blow, since he had allowed a group of the enemy to slip past him. He raised his hand, holding his palm towards the enemy on the wall. He spoke the words of a necromancy spell; a powerful bolt of sickly-green lightning shot from his hand and struck the wall with great force. Any Weisslanders struck were killed outright and the walkway where they had been standing was shattered, effectively splitting the Weissland force on the wall into two groups.
"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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As his men fought, Aldron saw magic fly towards the south, and knew that Boralays and his men had joined the battle. Now, engaged on both sides, the Orcs and Undead would not know from which side the main attack was coming from for some time. As the small groups of Weisslanders dispatched the Orcs and Undead that came at them as individuals, the battle at the front of the city began to go more in favor of Weissland, but Aldron knew not what was happening to the south.


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The small landing crafts had launched from the Naval ships around midnight, and slid quietly into the beaches to the East of Aelendak. Three thousand men, cloaked in dark blue to aid their stealth marched quickly and quietly to the rear of the city. The sounds of battle were now loud and carried across the city, drowning out the sound of the longbowmen drawing back their arrows and the gurgling and screaming of the unsuspecting, distracted Orc sentries as they fell dead. Drawing his ancient blade, James Castoden threw off his cloak and motioned for his men to do the same. Then he whispered, "For Weissland. Strength and honor," and his men slipped over the flimsy barricades that guarded the rear of Aelendak and into the city unnoticed.
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Boralays saw the necromantic lightning strike the wall and knew that the attack there was faltering. He saw the damaged section of wall which now divided their attack into two prongs, which would likely be overwhelmed. But it also gave him a new idea. Summoning a great amount of strength and power the human mage called out to his men to clear the way before launching into the words of a spell.

With the spell complete he looked at the damaged section of wall and completed what was started by the enemy. The stone cracked, groaned, and crumbled down to the ground, raising a cloud of dust in the process. As the dust and smoke cleared, the breach in the wall was evident, and while strewn with rubble it gave a larger and easier way into the city for his force. He roared "Come men and women of Weissland, into the breach we go!" The Weisslanders around him marched double-time and then charged into the breach, pouring into the street behind the ruined wall to clash with the stunned orcs who waited there. The fighting was fierce, and Boralays slew two orcs as he found himself in the thick of it. Those soldiers still on the walls would have to fight on in hopes of rejoining with the main group led by Boralays.

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Mistrandar was still a few yards from the fighting when he stopped and took a deep breath. He spoke the words to a spell, long and complex and arcane, hoping to help turn the tide for Aldron's attack.
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Down on the battlefield, the orcs and undead were faltering, with the Weissland force now taking less casualties. Daemmion reached into the minds of his acolytes. In responce to his commands, the acolytes weaved their magic; all the dead upon the battlefield, both orc and Weisslander, rose and joined the battle. With this new turn of events, the numbers advantage of Daemmion's forces rose signifficantly.

Then, Daemmion turned his attention back to this new attack. His orcs were doing what they could to hold off the attackers, but they wouldn't last. Not without help. Daemmion's form crumbled away to dust before reforming close to the breach in the wall. No one noticed him at first, but when a soldier turned towards him he blasted the man, and a number of his companions, with another bolt of green lightning. Drawing his blade, he joined the battle.
"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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