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| chadden | Jul 30 2008, 04:52 PM Post #1 |
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--Enters from Northern Stretch-- Kazmar's army moved forward, advancing towards the cliff-based city of Dunane. They had swept through Yoerin with little trouble. The irritating dwarves that had harassed the force now marched as part of the undead army. A necromancer approached Kazmar'Ach. "My Lord, how shall we assault the city?" he asked. Kazmar turned slowly towards the human. "Unleash... the haunting... spirits of... the damned..." "As you command, my Lord." The necromancer turned and left. Several minutes later, after a number of fouls sorcerers had preformed the incantations, a host of ethereal, ghostly creatures flew towards the city, shrieking madly. Kazmar waited. He would watch and see how these mortals responded to the cries of the timeless dead. |
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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 | Jul 30 2008, 11:05 PM Post #2 |
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((Is anyone able to RP the dwarves?)) |
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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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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 1 2008, 03:45 PM Post #3 |
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((I will, just hold on. I'm temporarily gone but will take care of it soon)) |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 10 2008, 08:30 PM Post #4 |
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On the tall, broad walls of Dunane the heavy dwarven infantry stood ready. They had been ready since the enemy had been spotted across the horizon. They had assembled their armies and emptied their armouries. Every dwarf had found his position, be it on the wall, on the street or in the mountains beyond, and made ready to deal with whatever the enemy could muster against him. The Lord of Dunane, Lord Boritnir, stood at the heavy gates with his advisors and officers, watching the enemy marching and then halting as it came towards the city. He turned to the oldest of his advisors, Lord Mjodram, who was the Council Elder of Dunane. "What will the dead send against us?" "Difficult to predict, yong lord," Mjodram explained. "Whatever it is, we will face it and cast it back." Lord Boritnir nodded, he was not satisfied but showed nothing of it in his expression. A call went along the wall which made the Lord of Dunane turn his face towards the hilly fields in front of the walls once more. Something came from the enemy army with good speed, flying close the ground over the grass. It was not perfectly visible, and seemed transparent. "What is this?" Captain Dverghr said under his breath. "Lost and cursed spirits," Lord Mjodram responded, stepping close to the wall. "Send a call along your lines, Lord Boritnir that our people have to stand fast. These beings care little for the body and meat, they only harm your mind. Likewise our weapons can not touch them. Stand strong and fast, believe in your cause and in the gods and close your hearts against their tormenting cries. They can not harm you as long as you do this. They are lost and cursed, and have only their own pain. They can not harm you as long." As Lord Boritnir saw to this, Captain Dverghr stepped closer to Lord Mjodram and whispered, "Can you do anything about them?" "Maybe," was the only response from the ancient dwarf. |
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| chadden | Aug 10 2008, 08:34 PM Post #5 |
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The howling spirits grew closer and closer until they transended mortal boundaries, passing through the solid stone walls to ravage the souls and minds of those on the other side. The faded spirits shrieked through the minds of the dwarves and filled their thoughts with terrible images of death, pain and horror. Kazmar'Ach watched and waited. He knew what he was doing. |
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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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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 10 2008, 08:44 PM Post #6 |
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The lines along the wall wavered as the dwarfs held only thanks to their strong disipline. Many of the damned spirits however flew into the city. There they found the women, and the dwarfs who were not as disiplined as the soldiers. Majority of the population of any dwarf city would always be trained soldiers, in addition to any other profession, but still there were a few who was not able to cope with the horrible terror that the spirits brought. Back on the walls, Lord Boritnir of Dunane saw that his soldiers only just held and many was in mental pain due to the stress and terror. Some younglins had tears flowing from their eyes, even though at the same time they felt ashamed because of it. He turned to Elder Mjodram, his eyes piercing the ancient dwarf. Mjodram only nodded, his beard touching the stonefloor as he did so. They had to draw their first ace. "Hoist the Banner of Guidance," the elder dwarf cried. Behind them a pole was lifted up and a banner was hoisted along the pole. It was purely white except for red and silver-colored borders. On the white background there was a simple rune in black. The banner shined with light which scorched the damned spirits. It was a gift to the people of Dunane from a long time ago. Among the people who had made it were Archmage Lathaon Thaendil himself. It gave the dwarfs on the walls new hope, and the damned spirits fled in terror of the banner from which magic of life and light flowed. The dwarfs cried in triump and joy as they saw the banner. Lord Boritnir turned back to the wall and nodded to another of his offisers, Captain Ullragg. "Make ready the mangonels and onagers." |
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| chadden | Aug 10 2008, 10:43 PM Post #7 |
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"Move... closer... Use archers... and war... machines..." spoke Kazmar. The necromancers with him directed their undead minions. In responce, the force moved closer to the city. Necromancers began preparing powerful spells as the undead hoisted their battering ram and started marching straight for the dwarf gates. |
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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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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 23 2008, 02:26 PM Post #8 |
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Captain Ullragg moved along the the lines. The undead war machines and dead corpses wearing bows moved forward. Ullragg did not smile, even though he knew the dwarven firepower was far superior to what the undead could muster. Both in range and efficiency. What worried him was the difference in numbers. The undead was still far from a position where they could reach the dwarfs with their war machines, when the dwarfs themselves opened fire. Catapults and ballistas began to attack the front line of the undead advance. Mangonels tossed heavy boulders far into the ranks of the undead, crushing eveything they hit. Highly skillful dwarfcrew which operated the onagers sought out the enemy war machines and hit with perfection, destroying war machine after war machine. |
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| chadden | Sep 11 2008, 11:08 PM Post #9 |
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The undead carrying the battering ram, though destroyed, were quickly replaced. Onwards the ram marched. "My Lord, what of their ranged weapons? We cannot match that!" exclaimed one of the necromancers. "Lord Khanzul... End... their deffiance..." rasped Kazmar'Ach. A necromancer lord moved forward, wreathed in sickly green robes, adorned with bones and deathly trinkets. He had no staff; he did not need one. Upon his shoulders he wore a fel mantle of bone and ivory. Falling from the mantle was a ragged, thick, black cape, with a tall collar rising behind the man's head. His hair was long and dark, tattered and unkept. His eyes were devoid of life; they were but pools of deathly energy. Khanzul raised his hands to the sky and began chanting his spell. Power was building around him. It would take time, however, to build his 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 | Sep 15 2008, 12:13 PM Post #10 |
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Captain Ullragg was ordering his most powerful siege machines to aim directly for the battering ram. The gates would hold for long, but that ram could wear it down if it was allowed to his the gates for hours. They needed to destroy it before it reached the gates. --------------------------- On the far other side of the wall line, Captain Dverghr stood. He could see the dwarven archers, crossbowmen and slingers doing heavy damage to the undead infantry. But it was like trying to destroy a swarm of ants. They were never ending. Still the arrows unleashed from the undead's strings were doing next to no damage against the dwarfs who used their shields and the crenellations with skill, and also were guarded by their heavy armor and broad helmets. ------------------------------------------------------------- Lord Boritnir stood at the tower above the gatehouse. He pointed with his fingers towards the enemy command. "What is that?" Eldar Mjodram squinted as he witnessed the covering darkness above the enemy. "Evil, necromantic magic," he said. "One of their most powerful necromancers is working his magic." |
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| chadden | Sep 15 2008, 04:45 PM Post #11 |
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Khanzul unleashed his spell words and the magic began. A great blast of ethereal necromantic magic shot forth from his form, washing over much of the dwarven battlements. It did nothing to the living; they never even felt it, though they could see it. But then, as the dwarves moved to fire their seige weapons again, the resources that formed the machines began to rot and crumble. The siege weapons were falling apart, withered by the forced hand of time. "Good..." rasped Kazmar. "Nathremal... go..." Flocks of bats filled the air, rushing towards the dwarven city and descending upon the ranged soldiers. They formed into thirty-odd Nathremal, who began tearing through the dwarven ranged soldiers as fast as possible. Again, the undead carrying the ram were struck down. And, again, they were replaced. |
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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 | Oct 2 2008, 10:26 AM Post #12 |
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((thirty-odd?)) |
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| chadden | Oct 4 2008, 01:30 PM Post #13 |
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((It means there were roughly 30 of 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 | Oct 4 2008, 08:31 PM Post #14 |
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Captain Dverghr saw the large group of powerful vampires launch a surprising, and devastating attack, against the dwarfs. He lifted his heavy warhammer into the sky and cried, "High Guard! With me!" From several critical positions along the wall, tall dwarfs stepped forth and formed into strong battle groups. They wielded long warhammers, blessed by the Elder Council of Dunane, instead of the broad swords and picks the rest of the army used. As many other dwarfs broke away from the terrible Nathremal, the High Guard stormed forth and launched themself against the Nathremal. A single Nathremal was still quicker than a member of the High Guard, but the dwarfs fought with a unique precision so that they were still on par with the undead. There was years of experience and battle wisdom behind every blow, and slowly the vampires were forced back. Captain Dverghr fought at the front, cutting down four Nathremal all by himself. It was a awe-inspiring feat, and even as he fought on, dwarfs along the wall chanted his name. Meanwhile, on another front, the forces of Weissland countered the attack of the dead. As the magic of Khanzul flowed forth it was countered by another strong sorcerer. On top of a tall tower behind the walls, stood mage lord Paulin, flanked by several other mages. His face was covered in sweat but still he held his hands high and used his own powers to weave the magic so that it countered the magic of Khanzul. |
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| chadden | Oct 4 2008, 08:41 PM Post #15 |
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Khanzul recoiled from the magic put against him by the Weissland mages. He looked to Kazmar. "My lord, those mages have weakened my spell. If they continue their work, I may be made useless." "Take... command... I shall... return..." replied the shadowy form that was Kazmar'Ach. Then, the creature vanished. It reappeared in the form of swirling vortex around the mages. A coil of darkness shot through the vortex, striking down one of the mages. "Mortals... die..." ----- The Nathremal leader moved to confront the captain of the High Guard. This vampire was bigger than the rest, and far older. It was rumoured he had served Drathmor a thousand years ago, when the Master first walked the world. The creature rushed forward, knocking the dwarf back under powerful blows. For all their percision, the dwarves could not match the vampires' strength. |
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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 | Oct 14 2008, 11:56 PM Post #16 |
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Mage lord Paulin was still controlling the waves of magic as he slowly turned to the mighty form of the Dark Disciple. "Kazmar'Ach," he said calmly. "Your army have gotten far and ruined much of our land. But even as your master meets his end at Asulien, you will meet your end here. Your power is nothing in this ancient dwarven realm. Look around you, your sickening cries can not crush the strong souls of the dwarfs." ------------------------------ Captain Dverghr quickly got up, shaking his head. The hit from the ancient vampire had made him loose his head, but he could still stand and fight. With a roar he lifted his weapon and threw himself against the vampire, followed by his loyal comrades. Once more the undead creatures were forced back, and Dverghr fought with a standstill with the ancient one, the claws of the vampire and the weapon of Dverghr moving too quick for the eye. |
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| chadden | Oct 15 2008, 10:25 AM Post #17 |
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Dark laughter filled the vortex. Then, the shadows shot into one of the mages as Kazmar'Ach forced his way within the man. The man's eyes turned black as night. "It... is not... just mere illusion... at... my... disposal..." spoke the mage. With the mage under his control, Kazmar lashed out with magic against the others. ----- The vampires were outnumbered, and forced to withdraw slightly. But they kept up the attack. The Nathremal leader turned to mist, reforming behind the captain and slashing across his right arm. |
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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 | Dec 26 2008, 09:34 PM Post #18 |
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Even with the destruction of Kazmar'Ach, the battle had been won by the forces of the dead. Many of their number had been lost, but their ranks were replaced by the dead dwarves. The undead here were now under the command of Mairl Damandil, a powerful Necromancer Lord. The death of Drathmor was nothing she cared about. In fact, it proved as an oppertunity. The Dark Lord had left Weissland broken and weakened. Now was a time when she could arve an empire for herself out of the ashes. Mairl sat now within the throne room of the city, housed in the city hall. All dwarf soldiers had been executed, even those that surrendered, and then animated by her dark will to add to her army. The dwarf civilians had been put into labour, working to repair the damage done to the city walls and even add further fortifications. Her forces were large enough to hold the city, with the added defences. And she had dispatched undead on raids to nearby cities and villages to bring her back more corpses, to fuel her army. With Mairl were two Nathremal, whom she had appointed as her generals. "The forces of the dwarves are not prepared to take this city back from you, my lady. Not yet. Weissland cannot take this from you." rasped Rahm'Nakk, first of the two generals. "Yes. This city is strong. And the mortal slaves will make it stronger, still." added Vha'Kesh, the second. "Maybe so, but that will not last. Weissland will rebuild." said Mairl. Her voice was as cold as the darkest of winter nights. "We need more soldiers, more corpses to add to the armies." "Then kill some of the slaves, mistress." "No. We need them to keep fortifying. I will make this my stronghold. It will become a necropolis that no army shall breach. No, we need to add more undead to the raids. We need to bring in more prisoners." she said. Vha'Kesh bowed. "Let me take care of it, mistress. I will lead a large attack myself against the closest town. I will return with them all." Mairl nodded. "Do it fast, Vha'Kesh. Before the Weisslanders regroup back in Asulien." The Nathremal general nodded and left. Mairl turned to Rahm'Nakk. "Send out a nercomaner, to the Northern Stretch. Whatever is left of Drathmor's army will be fleeing south. Recruit 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 | May 18 2011, 02:47 PM Post #19 |
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Dunane was not the mighty dwarven city it once was. Now, it was a city of the dead, a necropolis and testament to the power of the occupying Necromancer Lord. Mairl sat upon her throne. Her forces had gone from strength to strength since first taking control of the city. A few attempts by the dwarves to retake it had been quashed. How she hated the mortals. Her blight had spread across the lands before the city's walls, killing all life. It was glorious. A dwarf sat in shackles before her. Once, he had been a General. Now, he was a prisoner. Such was life, she mused. "I'll not break to you, witch!" spat the dwarf. "The dwarves will never surrender to a bitch like you." "Defiance is so tiring." she said, fixing her gaze upon him. "Your forces are broken. Time and again, you maggots have tried to rid yourselves of me. And time and again you have failed. If you submit, if you all submit, then I will let you leave with your lives." "Abandon our homes? You must be mad!" She sighed. "Take him back to the pit." The dwarf's eyes filled with fear. "Another day down there and then we'll see how defiant you are." |
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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 | May 18 2011, 03:18 PM Post #20 |
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--Entering from Plains of Nairio-- Sindrila rode boldly up to the walls of the dwarf city called Dunane. At her back were the three elven necromancers she had brought with her, and the handful of skeleton cavalry as well. They had bolstered their force with lone riders attacked on the way north, or small patrols, but nothing which would draw attention. The dark elf woman stood up in her stirrups and yelled up to the wall "Send for your masters, I come from Azzhrak Scaend to bend the knee to your Lord." The name of her recently deceased Master would still carry authority, she was sure. |
![]() 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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