RPG
Introduction
Hm? Now how did you get here, my friend? Who are you? Oh, nevermind. It doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? Just leave this old man to his thoughts...hm? You're still here? Ah, I see! You wish to hear my tale. Hah, many have come to listen to the story of how our land, the beloved Norr, ceased to be. How the earth revolted against us, how the skies bled flame and ash and how the oceans rose up to devour the continent. Now I see that i've caught your attention. Then, I shall begin...
Our tale begins not with the beginning of the world, not with the birth of some great hero, not even with creation. No, this story begins with one of the most ancient concepts of this world; death. But, to properly explain, I must take you even before the beginning, before the end started. To the realm of the Gods.
Now, i'm not one for religion, and really, I don't know much of anything about higher powers...all I know is that they created Norr, it's land, it's oceans, and everything inbetween. You and me, the sky, the trees...oops, didn't mean to rhyme there. Anyway...in the beginning, there were gods. Nobody knows how they got here, except for the dragons maybe, and frankly, nobody cared. The fact was gods were the masters of Norr as well as it's creators. The gods turned barren soil into forests, deep trenches into oceans and so forth. Eventually, they grew bored with the world and decided to fill it with occupants. The gods disagreed, however, on what type of creature should inhabit Norr. Half of them said that an adaptable, cunning beast should inhabit the world, while the other half debated that strong, instinctual beings would be more entertaining to watch. So, not coming to an agreement, the gods simply created both creatures; The cunning Civee, and the feral Primah. One god broke the rules though, and created a beast totally of his own creation that dwarfed both the civee and primah in wits or power. The dragons.
To say the least, it was interesting. The civee quickly spread and created places to live, using stone, wood and other resources for homes as well as cultivating land for a steady source of food. The primah, on the other hand, wandered and hunted, feeding upon the civee, the plants and even one another, never knowing where or when their next meal or last breath may be. The dragons though...damn, they just threw balance out the window. These great engines of fire and fang laid waste to the bastions of the civee, and hunted the hunters of the primah with ease. Within a relatively short span of time, the dragons conquered.
One would think that the dragons would flourish at the expense of their subjects...but it was quite the opposite. Under the wise and powerful dragons, the other two races prospered as well. The daconic overlords split the versatile civee into different castes based on their abilities, and these castes were sent to different locales to do their work. With time, they adapted to suit their work. The stoneworkers were sent to the caves, and became the dwarves. The hunters, trackers and woodcutters were of course sent to the forests, and became the elves. The thinkers, artists and chefs remained in the cities and became the humans and halflings. Dragons grew fond of what they had created, and taught their people the ways of magic and the worship of the gods. These creatures became known collectively as the Civilized.
Unlike their civee brothers, the primah would not be so easily tamed. They actively opposed the dragons in battles, knowing that dying and killing would be preferable to the draconian rule. Although many died, they did manage to slay numerous dragons and evolved because of it. Once more, unlike their counterparts, the primah did not grow based on their roles. Each and every region created their own beasts out of the primah. The minotaur, the lamia, the orcs and the gnolls are all but a piece of what have become of the primah...or, as they called themselves, the Savage.
Well, um...I don't know what to tell you about what happened after the Civilized and the Savage came to be...just that alot happened. Over the course of two millenia came the advancement and refinement of magic, castles, migrations of people and the advents of empires, but the most notable would have been the fall of the dragons. Between the relentless opposition of the Savage, and the Civil rising up against their overlords with the very magic they were taught, the dragons were decimated and scattered. Heh...for a few hundred years, we actually had some peace and quiet. Well, aside from the whole racism thing between Civil and Savage...but that's only to be expected when differences are apparent, eh? Still...I don't think anybody would've guessed what would happen next.
The gods began to die. One by one, for no discernable reason, they went silent. In less than a year, every god died off. Oh yeah, the kicker, what started all of this...the very last words any god ever shared with the world, the very words that ignited the war that would end the world...
"I am the last of the makers. I have come to deliver a message in my final moments. Our divinity is no longer our own, but somebody must take up the mantle of godhood. However, only one people may be granted the gift. To be put simply...the civee. The primah. The dragons. Only one of you can take the power for your own, as the others must perish for it. Goodbye."
And that was it. The gods had spoken. They're all dead, and we get the power as long as we kill off the other two groups. Of course, nobody was going to pass up the chance to be a god! So the descendants of each original race, the primah as the Savage and the civee as the Civil, banded together against the each other in an all out war. It was pretty much the Civil against the Savage, as the dragons were nowhere to be seen. They died out long ago...it was a wonder why the gods even included them in the prophecy.
Well...that's all you need to know beforehand. Now the story begins in earnest...we begin, with the seige of Infidis Castle...
Alright, so if you haven't guessed by now, this is a scifi-fantasy rp that takes place in what is for the most part, a traditional fantasy world. Orcs, elves, dragons and damsels in distress. Well, take those thoughts and shove em where the sun don't shine. This is a war, so there is no humans=good and trolls=bad, no black and white, only shades of gray. All you need to know is this; What shade are you? Do you stand with the Civil for a world of order, or the Savage for an existence of freedom? Or, do you have your own plans on becoming a god? Well, here's your chance. The rp begins in the middle of one of the largest battles of the war, so get ready for some action right off the bat!
Lands:
Imperian- The greatest bastion of the Civil, this country consists of a series of great cities in the center of which lie giant castles. This is the main land of the humans and halflings, although a healthy amount of other Civil races dwell here as well. Outside of the cities near the mountains, orcs and goblins are prevalent.
Terra & Sub-Terra- A mass of great mountain ranges that intersect the lands. These titanic mountains are unique in that they house the kingdoms of both the dwarves and the minotaurs. On the mountaintops and ranges, live the harpies in the nest villages. Inside the first level of the mountains live the dwarves along with a sprinkling of other Civil races, and their forge kingdoms. Just below them within the cave systems live the iron dwarves and the deep humans, who prefer the darkness and pressure of the lower levels. On the lowest levels, within the dark stone labrinths, live the great minotaur along with no small number of nightmarians. The intersecting factions are often at odds.
The Greatwood- Exactly what it sounds like, a country's worth of woodlands of different types. Within the Greatwood are the forests, filled with ancient towering trees, and the swamps, water-logged mires with a canopy of low-lying vine trees. The two main races that reside in this country are the Civil's elves who live in the forests, and the Savage's lamia who live in the swamps. The elves and lamia constantly engage in skirmishes with one another one the lands between forest and swamp, usually due to another arguement erupting over the long standing question of who are the better archers; Lamia, or Elves?
The Jurial Plains- This country is known as the Heartland, the capital of the Savage races. Tribes, camps, settlements of mud and sand, all of it can be found on this wide expanse of golden savanna. The most common race here is the Gnolls, but numerous other Savage races live and hunt within the Heartland. A small amount of halflings live on the borders of the plains.
Umbridge- A warped and dark land that was once a lush and vibrant forest, now a twisted horror-infested jungle. So thick is the canopy of this place that no natural light ever filters down within, leaving the jungle in total darkness. Most of the plant life is sentient, constantly moving and hunting down prey. It is only fitting that the insectoid nightmarians of the Savage call this place home. The dark elves, also have several settlements within the northern reaches of Umbridge.
Civilized Races:
Human- The most abundant race of the Civil, humans rule most of the non-forest surface world. They come in all sizes, colors and personalities, and are versatile in the sense that they can utilize almost any form of combat and magic. Humans have no specific classes they specialize in, but their culture in dealing with the angels and chivalry lead many of them to become knights, priests and paladins. Humans have a lifespan of roughly seventy-five years.
Deep Humans- Human’s that found their way into the darkest parts of the world, they have white skin; their eyes are a bit larger and tend towards brilliantly colored hues to help them see in the darkest depths of the places they live. Deep human’s tend towards being a bit taller than normal humans and have a lighter bone structure and muscle structure than the average surface human. They tend towards ruthlessness moving in small, but powerful and adaptable communities within the darkness. They specialize in the arcane arts and the art of subtlety; tending to stay near larger cities living in the tunnels that stretch for miles beneath each metropolis. They tend to live to the ripe old age of 125.
Elf- Elves are delicate, fair and the epitome of grace. They appear similar to humans, although thinner, slightly shorter and have long ears tapered to a fine point. Most elves have autumnal hued or light hair, usually kept long and smooth while their clothing is either colorful and flambouyant, or tight and woodland-colored. They have an uncanny ability for hunting and the usage of bows and arrows, leading them to become rangers, duelists and archers who specialize in the use of shortbows. With their intimacy with nature, elvish druids and tamers are not uncommon. Elves usually live around three-hundred to five-hundred years.
Dark Elves- Much like their paler skinned cousins Dark elves have a graceful presence to them, they have high cheek bones and a beauty that few within the world can equal except for their surface kin. Dark elves skin is dark shades of ebony ranging from ash gray to deep black, their hair is normally white though can be shades of gray and sometimes though rarely black like their skin. Their eyes normally have multi-colored hues though tend towards blood red, or pale red. Their race tends towards blade wielders and arcanists, using one skill or the other to strike fear in the hearts of those that dare tred over their land or oppose them in battle. They stay in dark regions either in the deepest darkest forests where others dare not tread or in the twisted tunnels beneath cities and mountains. After about 400 years the vitality of the dark elves begins to wane, but exceptional members of this race have been known to live upwards of a millenia.
Dwarf- Stout and stalwart, the dwarves of the mountains are the iron shield of the Civil. Dwarves are a sturdy people who, although not the tallest folk, easily make up for this shortcoming with a well-muscled physique. Males and females are roughly the same height, around four and a half feet, while men usually have more muscle and a great amount of facial and body hair. Due to their long history as guardians coupled with their powerful builds and dedication to the angels, dwarves make for great knights, paladins, crossbowmen and monks. Given their great wisdom regarding the stone, some dwarves become geomancers and alchemists. On a side note, dwarven people in general dislike the minotaur because they see the great horned beasts as invaders in their mountain home. They live roughly 150 to 250 years.
Iron Dwarves- Though slightly larger than the average dwarf Iron Dwarves share their kin’s love of stone cutting and metal shaping. Iron Dwarves are the reason the words “Dwarven made” hold considerable weight in this world, they specialize in crafting weaponry and armor. They use metals that most other races can’t even understand how to bend and mine, and they know warfare like it is there very reason for living. They have black to dark tan skin their hair is often times black to red and every shade in between. Their eyes range from blood red, all the way to pale gray. Dwarves tend towards battle oriented tactics and life styles, they love crafting for war, almost as much as they love fighting which leads them to become warlords and knights as well as warlocks. They live on average up to about 300 years old though to die old and decrepit of natural causes is the worst possible dishonor a Iron Dwarf could ever imagine.
Halfling- The halflings are a diminutive race distantly related to sprites, who stand at a very small height of three feet at their tallest. Halflings appear to be childish humans that have shrunken to about half of their normal size, hence the name. Their eye and hair colors range across every color, common hues being blue, red and green hair. For some reason, even one that the halflings themselves cannot discern, the race as a whole has an uncanny ability to harness arcane power. This leads most halflings to become mages, sorcerers, wizards, witches and warlocks. Due to their small stature and mediocre strength, halflings who opt for melee classes usually train in the ways of the scout, assassin and rogue. Most halflings live about 90 years.
Savage Races:
Gnoll- The gnolls are a breed of tall, well-muscled humanoids with the head of a canine and furred bodies. Gnolls generally appear to be hyena or wolf men, standing at roughly seven and a half feet in height. Females are usually more sleek and delicate than the males, who have thick arms and legs. Almost every gnoll adorns themselves with tattoos that are burned into their coats and bone jewelery. This race prides itself on it's physical abilities and it's dedication to a successful hunter-gatherer society. Their preferred occupations are any melee classes and trackers. Gnolls live around sixty years on average.
Harpy- Are a feral species that combine the predatory aspects of birds of prey with humanoids. They tend to be tall, light boned creatures with large bird wings protruding from their backs. Their faces are narrow and elf like though they have sharp fangs instead of teeth like one would imagine an elf having. Their legs are bird like and bent backwards, their feet tipped with black talons as are their hands. Harpies tend to live in small flocks, though are prone to kill one another when food grows scarce or the flock gets too large. They normally rely on brute force though they also are very good archers, assassins and have an uncanny ability for the voice-based bardic magic. Harpy males are rarely hatched, and because of this females often hunt for viable mates to enslave and then eat once their purpose is finished. Harpies can live to 250 years old though due to their aggressive social structure and combinative nature it is rare for them to live much past 30 years old.
Minotaur- These behemoths are characterized by an appearance of a large, humanoid bull. Minotaur are very large in height and muscle, even the women, although they're much more feminine. They usually stand at a height of ten feet, with the males being much more heavily built than the females. Most minotaur braid their hair or let it hang in wild bangs, usually with some kind of beads or charms woven in. They're easily the most powerful race physically, making for excellent warriors and berserkers of any kind. They show little aptitude for any magic beyond druidism though, and arcane practices are frowned upon in their society. The minotaur have a deep seated hatred for the iron dwarves due to their encroachment on the minotaur subterranean mazes. Minotaur live about a century.
Lamia- The lamia are a race of humanoids with the lower body of a large snake, and the upper body of a particularly attractive human. Lamia of royal blood have bone-like protrusions growing from their head and spine. They have strength comparable to that of minotaur despite their delicate countenence, and prefer the use of longbows for the strength required to wield them. The lamia serve as spiritual advisors to the Savage, due to their close relationships with primal spirits which lead many lamia to become shamans and druids as well as sorcerers. Their lifespans are roughly two to three centuries on average.
Orc- Orcs are unique in the fact that they are the only Savage race that draws upon the powers of the angels. They are usually a bit taller than humans with green or brown tinted skin, toned muscle and most orcs have two pronounced teeth from their lower jaw. Females are smaller than males and more svelt, while both male and female orcs prefer to wear either heavy armor or almost no clothing at all. Due to their affinity for divine sources of power and athletic physique, orcish people usually become fighters of some kind, healers and clerics, and shamans.
Goblin- Goblins are a race of diminutive, curious imp-like creatures with an uncanny knack for problem solving. They are generally under three feet tall, with green, yellow or orange skin, dull colored hair and sharp teeth. Young goblins have tails, while older goblins have more pronounded profiles. All goblins are fairly social creatures, if short-tempered. They make for excellent rogues and scouts, and have a good amount of magical ability leading some to become alchemists and mages. Most goblins have an affinity for treasure hunting no matter their class, and can't resist a good shiny object. Goblin's lifespans range from fifty to two-hundred years.
Nightmarian- Created by the rapid evolution of magic-exposed insectoids, these beast men resemble humanoids with insectile features. Females are built a bit larger than males while both have sharp teeth and skin thick as chitin. They don’t use their eyes as much as they use a unique vibration sensitive ability known as tremor-sense and a refined sense of smell. They normally have dark skin as well as hair while their eyes tend to be black and pupil-less. Each individual nightmarian can live up to 30 years, while some of the more advanced species of the race can live up to 200 years. Melee users tend towards swarm like maneuvers leading them to become hunters and soldiers, relying on their long claws and sharp teeth for attacks. They do use weaponry when needed though for the most part the weapons come from the bodies they reap and the slaves they take. For some reason, the race as a whole excels in the use of arcane magic instead of primal abilities, so it isn't uncommon for nightmarians to become mages of some kind.
Our tale begins not with the beginning of the world, not with the birth of some great hero, not even with creation. No, this story begins with one of the most ancient concepts of this world; death. But, to properly explain, I must take you even before the beginning, before the end started. To the realm of the Gods.
Now, i'm not one for religion, and really, I don't know much of anything about higher powers...all I know is that they created Norr, it's land, it's oceans, and everything inbetween. You and me, the sky, the trees...oops, didn't mean to rhyme there. Anyway...in the beginning, there were gods. Nobody knows how they got here, except for the dragons maybe, and frankly, nobody cared. The fact was gods were the masters of Norr as well as it's creators. The gods turned barren soil into forests, deep trenches into oceans and so forth. Eventually, they grew bored with the world and decided to fill it with occupants. The gods disagreed, however, on what type of creature should inhabit Norr. Half of them said that an adaptable, cunning beast should inhabit the world, while the other half debated that strong, instinctual beings would be more entertaining to watch. So, not coming to an agreement, the gods simply created both creatures; The cunning Civee, and the feral Primah. One god broke the rules though, and created a beast totally of his own creation that dwarfed both the civee and primah in wits or power. The dragons.
To say the least, it was interesting. The civee quickly spread and created places to live, using stone, wood and other resources for homes as well as cultivating land for a steady source of food. The primah, on the other hand, wandered and hunted, feeding upon the civee, the plants and even one another, never knowing where or when their next meal or last breath may be. The dragons though...damn, they just threw balance out the window. These great engines of fire and fang laid waste to the bastions of the civee, and hunted the hunters of the primah with ease. Within a relatively short span of time, the dragons conquered.
One would think that the dragons would flourish at the expense of their subjects...but it was quite the opposite. Under the wise and powerful dragons, the other two races prospered as well. The daconic overlords split the versatile civee into different castes based on their abilities, and these castes were sent to different locales to do their work. With time, they adapted to suit their work. The stoneworkers were sent to the caves, and became the dwarves. The hunters, trackers and woodcutters were of course sent to the forests, and became the elves. The thinkers, artists and chefs remained in the cities and became the humans and halflings. Dragons grew fond of what they had created, and taught their people the ways of magic and the worship of the gods. These creatures became known collectively as the Civilized.
Unlike their civee brothers, the primah would not be so easily tamed. They actively opposed the dragons in battles, knowing that dying and killing would be preferable to the draconian rule. Although many died, they did manage to slay numerous dragons and evolved because of it. Once more, unlike their counterparts, the primah did not grow based on their roles. Each and every region created their own beasts out of the primah. The minotaur, the lamia, the orcs and the gnolls are all but a piece of what have become of the primah...or, as they called themselves, the Savage.
Well, um...I don't know what to tell you about what happened after the Civilized and the Savage came to be...just that alot happened. Over the course of two millenia came the advancement and refinement of magic, castles, migrations of people and the advents of empires, but the most notable would have been the fall of the dragons. Between the relentless opposition of the Savage, and the Civil rising up against their overlords with the very magic they were taught, the dragons were decimated and scattered. Heh...for a few hundred years, we actually had some peace and quiet. Well, aside from the whole racism thing between Civil and Savage...but that's only to be expected when differences are apparent, eh? Still...I don't think anybody would've guessed what would happen next.
The gods began to die. One by one, for no discernable reason, they went silent. In less than a year, every god died off. Oh yeah, the kicker, what started all of this...the very last words any god ever shared with the world, the very words that ignited the war that would end the world...
"I am the last of the makers. I have come to deliver a message in my final moments. Our divinity is no longer our own, but somebody must take up the mantle of godhood. However, only one people may be granted the gift. To be put simply...the civee. The primah. The dragons. Only one of you can take the power for your own, as the others must perish for it. Goodbye."
And that was it. The gods had spoken. They're all dead, and we get the power as long as we kill off the other two groups. Of course, nobody was going to pass up the chance to be a god! So the descendants of each original race, the primah as the Savage and the civee as the Civil, banded together against the each other in an all out war. It was pretty much the Civil against the Savage, as the dragons were nowhere to be seen. They died out long ago...it was a wonder why the gods even included them in the prophecy.
Well...that's all you need to know beforehand. Now the story begins in earnest...we begin, with the seige of Infidis Castle...
Alright, so if you haven't guessed by now, this is a scifi-fantasy rp that takes place in what is for the most part, a traditional fantasy world. Orcs, elves, dragons and damsels in distress. Well, take those thoughts and shove em where the sun don't shine. This is a war, so there is no humans=good and trolls=bad, no black and white, only shades of gray. All you need to know is this; What shade are you? Do you stand with the Civil for a world of order, or the Savage for an existence of freedom? Or, do you have your own plans on becoming a god? Well, here's your chance. The rp begins in the middle of one of the largest battles of the war, so get ready for some action right off the bat!
Lands:
Imperian- The greatest bastion of the Civil, this country consists of a series of great cities in the center of which lie giant castles. This is the main land of the humans and halflings, although a healthy amount of other Civil races dwell here as well. Outside of the cities near the mountains, orcs and goblins are prevalent.
Terra & Sub-Terra- A mass of great mountain ranges that intersect the lands. These titanic mountains are unique in that they house the kingdoms of both the dwarves and the minotaurs. On the mountaintops and ranges, live the harpies in the nest villages. Inside the first level of the mountains live the dwarves along with a sprinkling of other Civil races, and their forge kingdoms. Just below them within the cave systems live the iron dwarves and the deep humans, who prefer the darkness and pressure of the lower levels. On the lowest levels, within the dark stone labrinths, live the great minotaur along with no small number of nightmarians. The intersecting factions are often at odds.
The Greatwood- Exactly what it sounds like, a country's worth of woodlands of different types. Within the Greatwood are the forests, filled with ancient towering trees, and the swamps, water-logged mires with a canopy of low-lying vine trees. The two main races that reside in this country are the Civil's elves who live in the forests, and the Savage's lamia who live in the swamps. The elves and lamia constantly engage in skirmishes with one another one the lands between forest and swamp, usually due to another arguement erupting over the long standing question of who are the better archers; Lamia, or Elves?
The Jurial Plains- This country is known as the Heartland, the capital of the Savage races. Tribes, camps, settlements of mud and sand, all of it can be found on this wide expanse of golden savanna. The most common race here is the Gnolls, but numerous other Savage races live and hunt within the Heartland. A small amount of halflings live on the borders of the plains.
Umbridge- A warped and dark land that was once a lush and vibrant forest, now a twisted horror-infested jungle. So thick is the canopy of this place that no natural light ever filters down within, leaving the jungle in total darkness. Most of the plant life is sentient, constantly moving and hunting down prey. It is only fitting that the insectoid nightmarians of the Savage call this place home. The dark elves, also have several settlements within the northern reaches of Umbridge.
Civilized Races:
Human- The most abundant race of the Civil, humans rule most of the non-forest surface world. They come in all sizes, colors and personalities, and are versatile in the sense that they can utilize almost any form of combat and magic. Humans have no specific classes they specialize in, but their culture in dealing with the angels and chivalry lead many of them to become knights, priests and paladins. Humans have a lifespan of roughly seventy-five years.
Deep Humans- Human’s that found their way into the darkest parts of the world, they have white skin; their eyes are a bit larger and tend towards brilliantly colored hues to help them see in the darkest depths of the places they live. Deep human’s tend towards being a bit taller than normal humans and have a lighter bone structure and muscle structure than the average surface human. They tend towards ruthlessness moving in small, but powerful and adaptable communities within the darkness. They specialize in the arcane arts and the art of subtlety; tending to stay near larger cities living in the tunnels that stretch for miles beneath each metropolis. They tend to live to the ripe old age of 125.
Elf- Elves are delicate, fair and the epitome of grace. They appear similar to humans, although thinner, slightly shorter and have long ears tapered to a fine point. Most elves have autumnal hued or light hair, usually kept long and smooth while their clothing is either colorful and flambouyant, or tight and woodland-colored. They have an uncanny ability for hunting and the usage of bows and arrows, leading them to become rangers, duelists and archers who specialize in the use of shortbows. With their intimacy with nature, elvish druids and tamers are not uncommon. Elves usually live around three-hundred to five-hundred years.
Dark Elves- Much like their paler skinned cousins Dark elves have a graceful presence to them, they have high cheek bones and a beauty that few within the world can equal except for their surface kin. Dark elves skin is dark shades of ebony ranging from ash gray to deep black, their hair is normally white though can be shades of gray and sometimes though rarely black like their skin. Their eyes normally have multi-colored hues though tend towards blood red, or pale red. Their race tends towards blade wielders and arcanists, using one skill or the other to strike fear in the hearts of those that dare tred over their land or oppose them in battle. They stay in dark regions either in the deepest darkest forests where others dare not tread or in the twisted tunnels beneath cities and mountains. After about 400 years the vitality of the dark elves begins to wane, but exceptional members of this race have been known to live upwards of a millenia.
Dwarf- Stout and stalwart, the dwarves of the mountains are the iron shield of the Civil. Dwarves are a sturdy people who, although not the tallest folk, easily make up for this shortcoming with a well-muscled physique. Males and females are roughly the same height, around four and a half feet, while men usually have more muscle and a great amount of facial and body hair. Due to their long history as guardians coupled with their powerful builds and dedication to the angels, dwarves make for great knights, paladins, crossbowmen and monks. Given their great wisdom regarding the stone, some dwarves become geomancers and alchemists. On a side note, dwarven people in general dislike the minotaur because they see the great horned beasts as invaders in their mountain home. They live roughly 150 to 250 years.
Iron Dwarves- Though slightly larger than the average dwarf Iron Dwarves share their kin’s love of stone cutting and metal shaping. Iron Dwarves are the reason the words “Dwarven made” hold considerable weight in this world, they specialize in crafting weaponry and armor. They use metals that most other races can’t even understand how to bend and mine, and they know warfare like it is there very reason for living. They have black to dark tan skin their hair is often times black to red and every shade in between. Their eyes range from blood red, all the way to pale gray. Dwarves tend towards battle oriented tactics and life styles, they love crafting for war, almost as much as they love fighting which leads them to become warlords and knights as well as warlocks. They live on average up to about 300 years old though to die old and decrepit of natural causes is the worst possible dishonor a Iron Dwarf could ever imagine.
Halfling- The halflings are a diminutive race distantly related to sprites, who stand at a very small height of three feet at their tallest. Halflings appear to be childish humans that have shrunken to about half of their normal size, hence the name. Their eye and hair colors range across every color, common hues being blue, red and green hair. For some reason, even one that the halflings themselves cannot discern, the race as a whole has an uncanny ability to harness arcane power. This leads most halflings to become mages, sorcerers, wizards, witches and warlocks. Due to their small stature and mediocre strength, halflings who opt for melee classes usually train in the ways of the scout, assassin and rogue. Most halflings live about 90 years.
Savage Races:
Gnoll- The gnolls are a breed of tall, well-muscled humanoids with the head of a canine and furred bodies. Gnolls generally appear to be hyena or wolf men, standing at roughly seven and a half feet in height. Females are usually more sleek and delicate than the males, who have thick arms and legs. Almost every gnoll adorns themselves with tattoos that are burned into their coats and bone jewelery. This race prides itself on it's physical abilities and it's dedication to a successful hunter-gatherer society. Their preferred occupations are any melee classes and trackers. Gnolls live around sixty years on average.
Harpy- Are a feral species that combine the predatory aspects of birds of prey with humanoids. They tend to be tall, light boned creatures with large bird wings protruding from their backs. Their faces are narrow and elf like though they have sharp fangs instead of teeth like one would imagine an elf having. Their legs are bird like and bent backwards, their feet tipped with black talons as are their hands. Harpies tend to live in small flocks, though are prone to kill one another when food grows scarce or the flock gets too large. They normally rely on brute force though they also are very good archers, assassins and have an uncanny ability for the voice-based bardic magic. Harpy males are rarely hatched, and because of this females often hunt for viable mates to enslave and then eat once their purpose is finished. Harpies can live to 250 years old though due to their aggressive social structure and combinative nature it is rare for them to live much past 30 years old.
Minotaur- These behemoths are characterized by an appearance of a large, humanoid bull. Minotaur are very large in height and muscle, even the women, although they're much more feminine. They usually stand at a height of ten feet, with the males being much more heavily built than the females. Most minotaur braid their hair or let it hang in wild bangs, usually with some kind of beads or charms woven in. They're easily the most powerful race physically, making for excellent warriors and berserkers of any kind. They show little aptitude for any magic beyond druidism though, and arcane practices are frowned upon in their society. The minotaur have a deep seated hatred for the iron dwarves due to their encroachment on the minotaur subterranean mazes. Minotaur live about a century.
Lamia- The lamia are a race of humanoids with the lower body of a large snake, and the upper body of a particularly attractive human. Lamia of royal blood have bone-like protrusions growing from their head and spine. They have strength comparable to that of minotaur despite their delicate countenence, and prefer the use of longbows for the strength required to wield them. The lamia serve as spiritual advisors to the Savage, due to their close relationships with primal spirits which lead many lamia to become shamans and druids as well as sorcerers. Their lifespans are roughly two to three centuries on average.
Orc- Orcs are unique in the fact that they are the only Savage race that draws upon the powers of the angels. They are usually a bit taller than humans with green or brown tinted skin, toned muscle and most orcs have two pronounced teeth from their lower jaw. Females are smaller than males and more svelt, while both male and female orcs prefer to wear either heavy armor or almost no clothing at all. Due to their affinity for divine sources of power and athletic physique, orcish people usually become fighters of some kind, healers and clerics, and shamans.
Goblin- Goblins are a race of diminutive, curious imp-like creatures with an uncanny knack for problem solving. They are generally under three feet tall, with green, yellow or orange skin, dull colored hair and sharp teeth. Young goblins have tails, while older goblins have more pronounded profiles. All goblins are fairly social creatures, if short-tempered. They make for excellent rogues and scouts, and have a good amount of magical ability leading some to become alchemists and mages. Most goblins have an affinity for treasure hunting no matter their class, and can't resist a good shiny object. Goblin's lifespans range from fifty to two-hundred years.
Nightmarian- Created by the rapid evolution of magic-exposed insectoids, these beast men resemble humanoids with insectile features. Females are built a bit larger than males while both have sharp teeth and skin thick as chitin. They don’t use their eyes as much as they use a unique vibration sensitive ability known as tremor-sense and a refined sense of smell. They normally have dark skin as well as hair while their eyes tend to be black and pupil-less. Each individual nightmarian can live up to 30 years, while some of the more advanced species of the race can live up to 200 years. Melee users tend towards swarm like maneuvers leading them to become hunters and soldiers, relying on their long claws and sharp teeth for attacks. They do use weaponry when needed though for the most part the weapons come from the bodies they reap and the slaves they take. For some reason, the race as a whole excels in the use of arcane magic instead of primal abilities, so it isn't uncommon for nightmarians to become mages of some kind.
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1) No godmodding first and foremost. This includes but is not limited to; Controlling other people's characters, ignoring and or inexplicably negating damage, performing a feat that your character is obviously unable to do and the like.
2) Please try to post a minimum of a paragraph. I can understand if you can't though, as some circumstances make this permitable, such as a dialouge-heavy scene.
3) No more than two characters per person.
4) If you aren't going to be at least moderately active, please say so. It's rude to leave people hanging.
5) Keep it PG-17 at the very most in-thread, sex can be assumed but not acted out.
6) As the creator and GM of this RP, I reserve the right to revoke, refuse, destroy and manipulate as I see fit. No questions asked.
7) Alot of other things are just common sense. C'mon, you know what they are.
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Shokunen Helvaras played by Ghaarme
A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.
Dukald Garfarthen played by Vio-Lance
A fierce dwarven bear rider, turned into a hardened Battlemaster.
Melianth & Belsius Avaran played by Ghaarme
Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause
Obadani of Filvarly lake played by Neava13
Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive
Dracon played by Hunter_Killer
A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.
Visar played by Hunter_Killer
A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.
Illessya played by Hunter_Killer
An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.
Magnum Albedo played by Cylink
Illessya Andracor played by Hunter_Killer
An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.
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Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.
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The Savage army base.
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OOC Notes
You still listening child? Alright, well, the siege of Infidis Castle was quite the battle. Oh, Infidis is...was, a large forttress in the southern reaches of the Imperian. Anyways, it was night time when it happened, clear, moonlit one too...here's how I remember it...
"Get the gods damned lead out and get me some artillery! I want the minotaurs breaking through their front, now!" through the deafening roar of battle, it was no small miracle that the general's orders had been heard, much less understood. An elderly orc--the messenger--nodded in ascent and bounded off to relay the orders to the corresponding recipients. The general hissed in frustration and drew back his bow for another shot. The lamia, Shokunen Helvaras, was on a rocky outcropping roughly a mile from Infidis Castle, his target. He had been informed that the Civil forces had the place lightly guarded at this time of year and decided to take advantage by capturing the outpost...the intel had been quite wrong.
As of now, the Savage forces under his command were barely able to touch the castle gates, let alone break them down. The human and elvish warriors along with no small number of dwarvish knights had streamed forth from the castle barracks to repel the would-be invasionary force. Archers along the wall constantly harried Shokunen's troops with stinging arrows while his own marksmen could just barely return fire given the obvious height differences. He was thankful that the castle had not seen worthy enough to be granted too many magic users aside from some healers. With the orders he had just sent though, the minotaurs and ogre mercenaries would be knocking at the gates of Infidis quite soon.
Shokunen flashed a gleaming smile full of fangs and launched an oversized arrow into the night sky. One wouldn't expect such a long shot, with more than a mile between himself and his intended target to hit by any means aside from magic. Yet, it did. The quarrel slid into the eye of a halfling archer along the castle wall and burst out of the back of the tiny creature's skull in a small splatter of sound and force. A mile away, the general was lining up another shot. Within seconds another arrow was fitted in the oversized bow and sent whistling through the air. This one tore through the pauldron armor of a deep human archer and would have pinned him to the ground, had the enchanted projectile not exploded...and took half of the man's body with it. The snake man reared up and roared in triumph, encouraging the other Savage soldiers onward with his victory.
The messenger came hurrying back summarizing the fact that the minotaurs and mercenaries were already en route. Shokunen pondered a moment, flicking his forked tongue out in thought. A common gesture for the lamia. A particular scent caught his notice, and the general smiled once again.
"New orders," he said with a hurried tone, "once that fool dark elf leading the enemy sends some troops to overwhelm the minotaurs, sound the order for them to retreat. Once they're clear...send in Mercy."
The orcish man hurried along through the din of battle, narrowly avoiding slashes and keeping well away from heavy pockets of fighting. Finally, he was close enough to the gate and the minotaurs to call out the orders. "Alright! Clear the gate! We're sending in...Mercy." the messenger gasped as he realized just who exactly his general had been speaking of. Shit.
On the other side of the coin, the Civil were doing quite well...a deathly pale skinned man walked just behind the dwindling line of archers along the castle wall, calmly surveying the battle on the ground below. The captain for the Civil stopped a respectful ten paces from his general and sighed.
"It seems as if..." the deep human squinted in the darkness and shifted one step to the side. A moment later a long-shafted arrow ripped throught the space he had occupied seconds before. "Ahem. It seems as if your plan to transport the reinforcement troops for the Jurial Plains campaign covertly has failed. Quite hard, if I may say so myself." Nhil gave his dark elf superior a condescending smirk and walked over to the ledge. "It appears that the scaled one...Shoe? Shiva? Sho...oh, I could never remember. That snake man with the bow. He's leading them in the assault."
He quirked an eyebrow in sudden interest at a development in the field. Below, a team of no less than thirty minotaurs, heavily armed too, were barreling through the Civil's front lines and beginning to hammer away at the castle gates. The beast's massive hammers and great axes cause the entirety of the castle to shake with their might. The captain waved over a nearby messenger and spoke a few short orders.
"Get us some more archers to deal with the swordsmen and berserkers. Assign all knights and warriors to swarm the minotaur below. Slaughter them all." he turned his steely gaze on Diloxi. "So, general, what are our orders?"
"Get the gods damned lead out and get me some artillery! I want the minotaurs breaking through their front, now!" through the deafening roar of battle, it was no small miracle that the general's orders had been heard, much less understood. An elderly orc--the messenger--nodded in ascent and bounded off to relay the orders to the corresponding recipients. The general hissed in frustration and drew back his bow for another shot. The lamia, Shokunen Helvaras, was on a rocky outcropping roughly a mile from Infidis Castle, his target. He had been informed that the Civil forces had the place lightly guarded at this time of year and decided to take advantage by capturing the outpost...the intel had been quite wrong.
As of now, the Savage forces under his command were barely able to touch the castle gates, let alone break them down. The human and elvish warriors along with no small number of dwarvish knights had streamed forth from the castle barracks to repel the would-be invasionary force. Archers along the wall constantly harried Shokunen's troops with stinging arrows while his own marksmen could just barely return fire given the obvious height differences. He was thankful that the castle had not seen worthy enough to be granted too many magic users aside from some healers. With the orders he had just sent though, the minotaurs and ogre mercenaries would be knocking at the gates of Infidis quite soon.
Shokunen flashed a gleaming smile full of fangs and launched an oversized arrow into the night sky. One wouldn't expect such a long shot, with more than a mile between himself and his intended target to hit by any means aside from magic. Yet, it did. The quarrel slid into the eye of a halfling archer along the castle wall and burst out of the back of the tiny creature's skull in a small splatter of sound and force. A mile away, the general was lining up another shot. Within seconds another arrow was fitted in the oversized bow and sent whistling through the air. This one tore through the pauldron armor of a deep human archer and would have pinned him to the ground, had the enchanted projectile not exploded...and took half of the man's body with it. The snake man reared up and roared in triumph, encouraging the other Savage soldiers onward with his victory.
The messenger came hurrying back summarizing the fact that the minotaurs and mercenaries were already en route. Shokunen pondered a moment, flicking his forked tongue out in thought. A common gesture for the lamia. A particular scent caught his notice, and the general smiled once again.
"New orders," he said with a hurried tone, "once that fool dark elf leading the enemy sends some troops to overwhelm the minotaurs, sound the order for them to retreat. Once they're clear...send in Mercy."
The orcish man hurried along through the din of battle, narrowly avoiding slashes and keeping well away from heavy pockets of fighting. Finally, he was close enough to the gate and the minotaurs to call out the orders. "Alright! Clear the gate! We're sending in...Mercy." the messenger gasped as he realized just who exactly his general had been speaking of. Shit.
On the other side of the coin, the Civil were doing quite well...a deathly pale skinned man walked just behind the dwindling line of archers along the castle wall, calmly surveying the battle on the ground below. The captain for the Civil stopped a respectful ten paces from his general and sighed.
"It seems as if..." the deep human squinted in the darkness and shifted one step to the side. A moment later a long-shafted arrow ripped throught the space he had occupied seconds before. "Ahem. It seems as if your plan to transport the reinforcement troops for the Jurial Plains campaign covertly has failed. Quite hard, if I may say so myself." Nhil gave his dark elf superior a condescending smirk and walked over to the ledge. "It appears that the scaled one...Shoe? Shiva? Sho...oh, I could never remember. That snake man with the bow. He's leading them in the assault."
He quirked an eyebrow in sudden interest at a development in the field. Below, a team of no less than thirty minotaurs, heavily armed too, were barreling through the Civil's front lines and beginning to hammer away at the castle gates. The beast's massive hammers and great axes cause the entirety of the castle to shake with their might. The captain waved over a nearby messenger and spoke a few short orders.
"Get us some more archers to deal with the swordsmen and berserkers. Assign all knights and warriors to swarm the minotaur below. Slaughter them all." he turned his steely gaze on Diloxi. "So, general, what are our orders?"
OOC Notes
Diloxi sat under her shade cloth on the battlements her feet up on the arm of a heavily armored dark elf as his shield was held above them both deflecting arrows from the hordes below. She rested in a light wooden chair that was embroidered with gold stitching and Minotaur horned arm rests. Her brilliant light blue eyes scanned the battle then dodged to her Captain as he paced back and forth watching the tides of battle below the large stone walls. Her hair was a deep blue that was pulled up in an ornate twist with various white gold intricate Elvin decorations sliding through her hair and an impressive necklace about her neck that looked like it should be ivy with delicate jeweled flowers. Her body was rather scantily clad in an almost see-through red sash about her breast and a long loin cloth in the same material leaving her legs bare.
The straps that held the long delicate loin cloth were wrought of pure white gold hugging her small hips, and were clasped with ornately carved clasps decorated with small rubies that glittered in the light. The woman obviously enjoyed her treasures and she had all the presence of a Queen her expression leaving no question of her royal rank even as the head of a Halfling exploded not far away with a huge arrow and the massive hordes below screamed with the satisfaction of their General; she didn’t flinch or look in the least bit threatened or upset. Her eyes slid to her hand as she raised it and looked it over intently though she seemed very bored even as a couple arrows rang off of the shield that protected her; as Nhil spoke her eyes never deviated from her long delicate fingers.
"It seems as if..............Ahem. It seems as if your plan to transport the reinforcement troops for the Jurial Plains campaign covertly has failed. Quite hard, if I may say so myself........It appears that the scaled one...Shoe? Shiva? Sho...oh, I could never remember. That snake man with the bow. He's leading them in the assault."
Her eyes slid to the rocks off in the distance no doubt housing the reinforcements of the bedraggled hordes below. She sighed and slid her delicate feet from the crook of her personal guard’s arm her eyes glaring at Nhil and his condescending smirk. She hated that smile, often times she really wished he would be reassigned to a new unit.. though he had his uses. She was about to speak when his smirk disappeared and his attention turned to the battle below. Her eyes shifted over the wall as well as the rumbling of hooves made the stones on the battlements shift and some even fall off into the massive melee below.
"Get us some more archers to deal with the swordsmen and berserkers. Assign all knights and warriors to swarm the minotaur below. Slaughter them all.........So, general, what are your orders?"
His steely gaze set her teeth on edge and she stood her two guards at her sides slid their shields at a different angle to protect her as she stood. She slid a small hand to the shoulder of the guard nearest her. ”Relax.. the Lamia and his rabble couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn on purpose.. I’m safe.” The dark elf at her side smiled and slid his shield down as the radiant woman at his side met Nhil’s eyes with the same steel.
”I’m surprised you find this so funny Captain.. This makes it harder for you as well.. if I were you I’d wipe that smirk off your face or someone would think you had something to do with this horrible bought of bad luck!.. We will keep our magic hidden.. we will make them think all we have here is ground troops.. open the gates and send out a division of mercenaries to slaughter these drooling barbarians and rid their stench from our presence.. Send out a small number of mounted lancers to push back the Minotaur and then the lesser mercs behind them to clean up what they cannot. I’m tired of this noise.. and I’m tired of your condescending attitude Captain! And most of all I’m tired of that damn Lamia being a step ahead of us all the time!” Her anger hissed from her words and black fire coiled about her feet and hands her eyes glowing a deep blue as her magic flared ever so slightly in her anger.
”Oh .. and Captain.. where is Captain Duff?.. I thought I told you to keep an eye on her?” A slight smile curling at the corner of her lips as she looked at the small framed sickly looking man before her. Though even with his small stature he still made the Dark Elf woman before him look tiny.
”Ahhhh HAAA!!!” the voice of a small child sounded in the darkest tunnels under the small keep.
“Please tell me you are finished already.” Sounded the voice of an older male from the darkness as well.
”Huh?.. well no.. not really.. but I found my massively awesomely powerful and unbeatable lock pick!” The little girl’s voice announced excitedly.
“I thought you were looking for a lantern?”
”Huh? oH! Your right! One second!” there was a loud crunch and then a small “oof” before a small light began to glow in the darkness. The light flickered for a moment before a pair of small hands turned at a knob making the light glow and illuminate the girl. Once the light touched her it became obvious she was not a girl at all but a adult Halfling woman. Her eyes twinkled in the light as a perky smile slid over her lips, on her head was an overly large metal helmet that’s face guard was lifted showing her beautiful yet very slight features. Her fingers slid over a huge suite of armor that lay over the table she whispered in a light flowing language as runes began to glow over various parts of the rusted full plate armor.
A pen seemed to be writing over an open book to the side on the same table as a males voice eched through the darkness though no figure was apparent in the crypts with her. “How much longer.. it sounds like we are under siege above.” Miralight looked over at the pen and frowned as she slid both of her hands over the armor, it rattled slightly as energy arched from the small woman into the massive rotten armor. The energy coiled around the full plate then seemed to flow into the runes themselves, even the helmet on her head had a glowing glyph just the same as a smile slid over her face and then the armor sat up feeling around for something with its rust covered gauntlets.
“I think it needs its helmet now Mistress.” Echoed the males voice.
”OH! Your right! Here here sorry!” she giggled pulling the helmet off her head and holding it out to the figure, the construct grabbed the helmet and slid it on its shoulders as glowing red eyes seemed to appear inside the shadows of the empty helm. The Halfling girl bounded back and bounced her long brown hair bouncing with her as small braids slid down over her shoulders and at her cheeks. The odd miss matched baggy wool garments seemed to make her look all the more small as her steel clad feet clanked against the stone floor.. She clapped her hands and then pointed down the hall.
”Go to Captain Nhil and keep him safe!” at that she turned and took the lantern going deeper into the crypts to look for more corpses buried in armor. The corpses she would leave, the armor was what she wanted.. it seemed such a waste to let it rot in the darkness as well.
“Mistress!.. What about the battle?!” the males voice echoed as Miralight paused in the darkness frowning and looking back over her shoulder towards the table. The sound of metal clanking echoed through the tight halls as the full plate construct continued through the maze to get to the keep above and to Captain Nihl’s side.
”One more Archie! Then I’ll go up!” the males voice growled in an annoyed tone in the darkness and the scribbling of the animated pen continued on the book’s page; Miralight slid deeper into the catacombs looking for her quarry.
The straps that held the long delicate loin cloth were wrought of pure white gold hugging her small hips, and were clasped with ornately carved clasps decorated with small rubies that glittered in the light. The woman obviously enjoyed her treasures and she had all the presence of a Queen her expression leaving no question of her royal rank even as the head of a Halfling exploded not far away with a huge arrow and the massive hordes below screamed with the satisfaction of their General; she didn’t flinch or look in the least bit threatened or upset. Her eyes slid to her hand as she raised it and looked it over intently though she seemed very bored even as a couple arrows rang off of the shield that protected her; as Nhil spoke her eyes never deviated from her long delicate fingers.
"It seems as if..............Ahem. It seems as if your plan to transport the reinforcement troops for the Jurial Plains campaign covertly has failed. Quite hard, if I may say so myself........It appears that the scaled one...Shoe? Shiva? Sho...oh, I could never remember. That snake man with the bow. He's leading them in the assault."
Her eyes slid to the rocks off in the distance no doubt housing the reinforcements of the bedraggled hordes below. She sighed and slid her delicate feet from the crook of her personal guard’s arm her eyes glaring at Nhil and his condescending smirk. She hated that smile, often times she really wished he would be reassigned to a new unit.. though he had his uses. She was about to speak when his smirk disappeared and his attention turned to the battle below. Her eyes shifted over the wall as well as the rumbling of hooves made the stones on the battlements shift and some even fall off into the massive melee below.
"Get us some more archers to deal with the swordsmen and berserkers. Assign all knights and warriors to swarm the minotaur below. Slaughter them all.........So, general, what are your orders?"
His steely gaze set her teeth on edge and she stood her two guards at her sides slid their shields at a different angle to protect her as she stood. She slid a small hand to the shoulder of the guard nearest her. ”Relax.. the Lamia and his rabble couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn on purpose.. I’m safe.” The dark elf at her side smiled and slid his shield down as the radiant woman at his side met Nhil’s eyes with the same steel.
”I’m surprised you find this so funny Captain.. This makes it harder for you as well.. if I were you I’d wipe that smirk off your face or someone would think you had something to do with this horrible bought of bad luck!.. We will keep our magic hidden.. we will make them think all we have here is ground troops.. open the gates and send out a division of mercenaries to slaughter these drooling barbarians and rid their stench from our presence.. Send out a small number of mounted lancers to push back the Minotaur and then the lesser mercs behind them to clean up what they cannot. I’m tired of this noise.. and I’m tired of your condescending attitude Captain! And most of all I’m tired of that damn Lamia being a step ahead of us all the time!” Her anger hissed from her words and black fire coiled about her feet and hands her eyes glowing a deep blue as her magic flared ever so slightly in her anger.
”Oh .. and Captain.. where is Captain Duff?.. I thought I told you to keep an eye on her?” A slight smile curling at the corner of her lips as she looked at the small framed sickly looking man before her. Though even with his small stature he still made the Dark Elf woman before him look tiny.
”Ahhhh HAAA!!!” the voice of a small child sounded in the darkest tunnels under the small keep.
“Please tell me you are finished already.” Sounded the voice of an older male from the darkness as well.
”Huh?.. well no.. not really.. but I found my massively awesomely powerful and unbeatable lock pick!” The little girl’s voice announced excitedly.
“I thought you were looking for a lantern?”
”Huh? oH! Your right! One second!” there was a loud crunch and then a small “oof” before a small light began to glow in the darkness. The light flickered for a moment before a pair of small hands turned at a knob making the light glow and illuminate the girl. Once the light touched her it became obvious she was not a girl at all but a adult Halfling woman. Her eyes twinkled in the light as a perky smile slid over her lips, on her head was an overly large metal helmet that’s face guard was lifted showing her beautiful yet very slight features. Her fingers slid over a huge suite of armor that lay over the table she whispered in a light flowing language as runes began to glow over various parts of the rusted full plate armor.
A pen seemed to be writing over an open book to the side on the same table as a males voice eched through the darkness though no figure was apparent in the crypts with her. “How much longer.. it sounds like we are under siege above.” Miralight looked over at the pen and frowned as she slid both of her hands over the armor, it rattled slightly as energy arched from the small woman into the massive rotten armor. The energy coiled around the full plate then seemed to flow into the runes themselves, even the helmet on her head had a glowing glyph just the same as a smile slid over her face and then the armor sat up feeling around for something with its rust covered gauntlets.
“I think it needs its helmet now Mistress.” Echoed the males voice.
”OH! Your right! Here here sorry!” she giggled pulling the helmet off her head and holding it out to the figure, the construct grabbed the helmet and slid it on its shoulders as glowing red eyes seemed to appear inside the shadows of the empty helm. The Halfling girl bounded back and bounced her long brown hair bouncing with her as small braids slid down over her shoulders and at her cheeks. The odd miss matched baggy wool garments seemed to make her look all the more small as her steel clad feet clanked against the stone floor.. She clapped her hands and then pointed down the hall.
”Go to Captain Nhil and keep him safe!” at that she turned and took the lantern going deeper into the crypts to look for more corpses buried in armor. The corpses she would leave, the armor was what she wanted.. it seemed such a waste to let it rot in the darkness as well.
“Mistress!.. What about the battle?!” the males voice echoed as Miralight paused in the darkness frowning and looking back over her shoulder towards the table. The sound of metal clanking echoed through the tight halls as the full plate construct continued through the maze to get to the keep above and to Captain Nihl’s side.
”One more Archie! Then I’ll go up!” the males voice growled in an annoyed tone in the darkness and the scribbling of the animated pen continued on the book’s page; Miralight slid deeper into the catacombs looking for her quarry.
OOC Notes
"Oh General!" came the distinctly feminine cry from the back. "You sent a lady to do all the work? Shame on you! However, your situation is... understandable." A crooked finger curled around the Lamia's cheek. Gently rubbing it for a few seconds, the pale face fringed with short black hair leaned toward him. "Leave everything to me, honey. I expect a raise for this." The tone in her voice was almost suggestive.
Murecialga Yan'vega, or Mercy, was infamous for her skill, anywhere regarding her work. Sporting a 99% success rate, she was the first Savage Mercenary anyone would turn to. Being a Nightmarian Spider often lead her enemies to underestimate her, but this was a battle. She let her hand drop from the Lamia's cheek, her mouth forming a perfect "o" before blowing into his ear softly. Laughing, she straightened, and proceeded toward the front. She was also very infamous for teasing her clients heavily. Her heavy, armoured spiders body shone softly in the moonlit night, her spindly fingers reaching down to her belt. The Minotaurs felt her presence, parting to let her through.
"Yoo hoo! Fear not, Mercy is here!" She declared, pulling out her sling and lithely loading a fist-sized rock in it. Swinging it powerfully, she loosed the rock a split second within loading and swinging it only twice. The rock screamed through the air, smashing an elven warrior's head into tiny pieces. "Sorry honey, but I've been hired to fight against you babies." She said, almost pitifully. Her pouting expression suddenly lit up as she began laughing once more.
"Do you want to touch me? Come and try!" She said, stretching her neck out as her natural body armor deflected arrows flying at her. She loosed a few more frightening rocks, and as the line began to close upon her, both her hands slid back to bring out Meteor Hammers. Swinging them around, she could feel the heavy metal orbs smash skulls and gain momentum almost immediately. Her strength was often underestimated, despite the fact that it was amplified through the use of her momentum weapons. Her enemies kept a wide berth, almost afraid to get into range of her Meteor Hammers. The Minotaurs blocked them from circling around to the back, which Mercy appreciated. "Oh dear, you won't be able to satisfy me at this rate!" Mercy teased, as a group of humans were cut down. Swinging her left Meteor hammer powerfully, she loosed it so it flew into the crowd, smashing into a dwarf's chest and creating a flailed chest.
She quickly withdrew her hammers, and drew out her main weapon. A long chain-linked whip, which she often carries. Licking her lips provocatively, she smiled. "Come and get me, boys and girls."
Murecialga Yan'vega, or Mercy, was infamous for her skill, anywhere regarding her work. Sporting a 99% success rate, she was the first Savage Mercenary anyone would turn to. Being a Nightmarian Spider often lead her enemies to underestimate her, but this was a battle. She let her hand drop from the Lamia's cheek, her mouth forming a perfect "o" before blowing into his ear softly. Laughing, she straightened, and proceeded toward the front. She was also very infamous for teasing her clients heavily. Her heavy, armoured spiders body shone softly in the moonlit night, her spindly fingers reaching down to her belt. The Minotaurs felt her presence, parting to let her through.
"Yoo hoo! Fear not, Mercy is here!" She declared, pulling out her sling and lithely loading a fist-sized rock in it. Swinging it powerfully, she loosed the rock a split second within loading and swinging it only twice. The rock screamed through the air, smashing an elven warrior's head into tiny pieces. "Sorry honey, but I've been hired to fight against you babies." She said, almost pitifully. Her pouting expression suddenly lit up as she began laughing once more.
"Do you want to touch me? Come and try!" She said, stretching her neck out as her natural body armor deflected arrows flying at her. She loosed a few more frightening rocks, and as the line began to close upon her, both her hands slid back to bring out Meteor Hammers. Swinging them around, she could feel the heavy metal orbs smash skulls and gain momentum almost immediately. Her strength was often underestimated, despite the fact that it was amplified through the use of her momentum weapons. Her enemies kept a wide berth, almost afraid to get into range of her Meteor Hammers. The Minotaurs blocked them from circling around to the back, which Mercy appreciated. "Oh dear, you won't be able to satisfy me at this rate!" Mercy teased, as a group of humans were cut down. Swinging her left Meteor hammer powerfully, she loosed it so it flew into the crowd, smashing into a dwarf's chest and creating a flailed chest.
She quickly withdrew her hammers, and drew out her main weapon. A long chain-linked whip, which she often carries. Licking her lips provocatively, she smiled. "Come and get me, boys and girls."
OOC Notes
Zareth stood below the battlements, the hem of his cloak fluttering in the faint breeze. Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, or at least inhaling around his mask, his body shuddered. It was a familiar smell. Grime. Blood. Sweat. Naked steel. These were the smells that made ordinary men cringe, but it only quickened his pulse. His ears were tuned towards the direction of the smells, hearing the sounds of combat. Crashing steel. Screams of the dying. Grunts of the combatants. Sounds like these would sent men fleeing in the other direction. But Zareth was no ordinary man. He smiled below his mask, and contemplated his senses. Battle, and it's close. Time to get work done. I do hope that the lord who called me pays me well. I don't really like big battles, but I guess I'll have to do what I do best now. He set off towards the battlements at a light run to get his blood pumping.
His nail studded boots made deep impressions in the ground, leaving tracks large enough for a babe to lie in. The two-handed greatsword bounced on his back, one massive hand wrapped itself around the hilt to keep it steady. The other hand was preoccupied with removing the cloak. As the black garb fell off his massive body, he ascended the steps to the battlements. Soldiers who got in his way found themselves tasting the brick of the city walls. The two-handed greatsword rested in his hands as he reached the top. Watching the Savage retreat, he looked for the cause. A lone....creature...stood where they all had. Zareth frowned. This must be their best warrior. No other reason would be logical to evacuate their troops. I must be wary. Stepping back, Zareth ran towards the lip of the battlements, and vaulted over. He landed with a light crunching sound on a felled minotaur and rolled off and upright. He raised his sword in the direction of the creature, and settled into a defensive stance. He scanned his opponent for tell tale signs of movement, waiting for her to lead.
His nail studded boots made deep impressions in the ground, leaving tracks large enough for a babe to lie in. The two-handed greatsword bounced on his back, one massive hand wrapped itself around the hilt to keep it steady. The other hand was preoccupied with removing the cloak. As the black garb fell off his massive body, he ascended the steps to the battlements. Soldiers who got in his way found themselves tasting the brick of the city walls. The two-handed greatsword rested in his hands as he reached the top. Watching the Savage retreat, he looked for the cause. A lone....creature...stood where they all had. Zareth frowned. This must be their best warrior. No other reason would be logical to evacuate their troops. I must be wary. Stepping back, Zareth ran towards the lip of the battlements, and vaulted over. He landed with a light crunching sound on a felled minotaur and rolled off and upright. He raised his sword in the direction of the creature, and settled into a defensive stance. He scanned his opponent for tell tale signs of movement, waiting for her to lead.
OOC Notes
"Oh my! You're such a big boy!" Mercy gasped, her face feigning a playful fear. "I wouldn't mind letting you touch me..." She made an exaggeration in biting her lip, winking heavily at the still giant of a human. Snapping her chain whip, she let her mouth drop open, revealing her razor sharp inscizors lining her teeth. "I can't wait to take a taste of your blood. It must be pure, yes? All that muscle needing that nourishment. Don't worry, honey. I'll take good care of you...."
The man made no response, settling into a stance, obviously waiting for the attack. He seemed to rely on his huge sword. Mercy began wondering, her mouth etching into a wide smile. "So patient. I should reward you, my dear." Her legs tapped the dirt excitedly as all fire ceased to watch the two warriors duel. The two Mercenaries stared at each other. A flat, concentrated stare from the human. A predatory, teasing glance from the Nightmarian.
Suddenly, she commenced. Spinning her waist, she continued facing the man as her body rotated under her. Her abdomen pulsated slightly, firing off a gluey mass of webbing in a wide arc at the warrior. Nightmarian Spiders were terrifying simply because of their webbing. It was a very viscous, sticky substance that instantly sealed itself onto any surface safe for the Nightmarian Spider that shot it. It could not be removed by any means except scrubbing at it furiously in rushing water or anything equivalent to that. Trying to heat the web only cause it to become much more sticky, while freezing it immediately causes it to bond with anything it touches, causing a permanent seal that cannot be broken. Be warned if you try to freeze it off bare skin, for trying to remove it will tear off the flesh in great chunks. It was a deadly weapon, something that required great speed and skill to defeat.
"Sorry honey, I have better things to do than to fight you... I have a job to complete, you know. Maybe I'll taste you later... You look like a good snack..." She said, smacking her lips and waving as the webbing flew through the air.
The man made no response, settling into a stance, obviously waiting for the attack. He seemed to rely on his huge sword. Mercy began wondering, her mouth etching into a wide smile. "So patient. I should reward you, my dear." Her legs tapped the dirt excitedly as all fire ceased to watch the two warriors duel. The two Mercenaries stared at each other. A flat, concentrated stare from the human. A predatory, teasing glance from the Nightmarian.
Suddenly, she commenced. Spinning her waist, she continued facing the man as her body rotated under her. Her abdomen pulsated slightly, firing off a gluey mass of webbing in a wide arc at the warrior. Nightmarian Spiders were terrifying simply because of their webbing. It was a very viscous, sticky substance that instantly sealed itself onto any surface safe for the Nightmarian Spider that shot it. It could not be removed by any means except scrubbing at it furiously in rushing water or anything equivalent to that. Trying to heat the web only cause it to become much more sticky, while freezing it immediately causes it to bond with anything it touches, causing a permanent seal that cannot be broken. Be warned if you try to freeze it off bare skin, for trying to remove it will tear off the flesh in great chunks. It was a deadly weapon, something that required great speed and skill to defeat.
"Sorry honey, I have better things to do than to fight you... I have a job to complete, you know. Maybe I'll taste you later... You look like a good snack..." She said, smacking her lips and waving as the webbing flew through the air.
OOC Notes
Alexandria gulped as she watched the minotaurs beat upon the fortification that kept the rest of the Civil's fighting force safe. Her grip tightened and loosened on her blade...it was clear that she was nervous. But suddenly ,the gigantic bull men were called off, and began to retreat, causing a tad bit of confusion in the ranks, and Alexandria as well. Her mind began to question why they would call a reatreat on their gatebreakers? She prayed the answer wasn't seige engines....
However, apperently, her force's commander decided that it was time to refill the metaphorical bloodbath that they were sitting in. The gatewatcher called the all clear for the gates to be opened, and sure enough, the defensive door opened, and Alexandria's unit bellowed out, a mere fifty or so men. Their commanding officer barked orders at them as they readied themselves for combat with the foe.... They reached outside of the gates, for them to close back again, and their haven had been cut off from them. They were prey to anyone whom felt hungry.
Alexandria, being in the front lines, looked out into the distance. It wasn't just their gatebreakers that were falling back... The enemies ranks fell back. Then who were they supposed to be- Oh by the sweet, merciful Gods.... Alexandria's eyes fell upon a spidering-like humanoid, feared for her monsterous battle prowess. She ripped through an advancing rank like a hot claymore through warm butter. It was terrifying to watch her wade through...no, annihilate her allies. Demoralizing wasn't a strong enough word. But the more she watched, the more she was enthralled.... But suddenly, a lone figure came into view! He brandished a claymore, and looked like he was going to stand one to one with the spider demon! Was he insane?!
But apperently, thinking time was over. The officer had finished talking, and rose his blade in the air. All of the men around her yelled fiercely, a moral raising tactic that almost always worked.... The glorious charge had it's benefit alright...too bad that most of these men would be walking into their own grave. She too began to ran in the direction of this new fight that awaited them. Her unit roared, waving their blades around their head. She was starting to feel the effects of the inspiring tactics. He blood began to boil, and her heart began to race. It really brough her into the spirit. She raised her sword and shield in the air, clanging them together to make sort of a "war drum" effect. Nothing inspired the human heart into battle like a war drum...
The man and the spiderface were not far off, but Alexandria's force had a few footmen to deal with... The enemy soldiers rose their pikes and lances as her force encroached. And after what seemed like an eternity, they colided. Alexandria brough her shield around in front of her, causing the enemy's spear to glance off the smooth metal. With the dangerous side of his weapon out of the way, Alexandria didn't hesitate to bring her own particularly pointy sword to the man's underhelm, piercing his head like a kabob. She felt his warm blood drool out from the wound in his chin, as she jerked the blade out, and his body dropped to the ground, spasming.
The next soldier to fall again brought his weapon towards the lightly armored female. His club whirled around heavily, before he brought it down harshly in her direction. She knew better than to try and block such a dedicated blow. She sidestepped out of the way, and stomped hard on the shaft of the weapon after it smashed into the ground. The club jerked out of the orc's hands, and he looked at her in almost disbelief. She brought her shield around to meet the man's armored helm, making an almost comidic "Frying Pan to the face" sound. The orc stumbled backwards, turning around. She wasted no time, and plunged her weapon into the vulnerable back of the knee on his armor. Her blade went completely through his knee, and out the other side, pinning his leg to the ground. He yelled in agony. She reached forward, letting go of her pin on him, and jerked his helm from his head. She rose her shield arm, high in the air, and grasped her wrist with her other hand. She let out a warrioress's cry, and smashed his head as hard as she could with the shield, filling the surrounding area with a satsifying crack. She bent, and reclaimed her weapon as the body flopped to the ground.
Yet another fighter charged the shieldbearing woman. This one a berserker, brandishing two handaxes. The ogre yelled barbariously at Alexandria and charged, swinging his axes like one possesed. She could only backstep, and intercept his blades, on blow after another. But he made a mistake. He swung both at the same time. Alexandria was used to this move with fighter whom bore dual weapons. She brought both of her items to block both of his at the same time. Meanwhile, she brought her booted foot up to meet the man's chest, causing him to stumble back. She then reeled back, and slammed the rim of her buckler into his leather helm, stepping into the punch. He toppled back, dropping his axes to hold his face, and broken nose. She didn't hesitiate to literally jump onto his chest, digging her heels into his gut. Her blade arm came back, and slid across the man's neck, a nice scarlet spray coming out to greet (and coat) her upper body and neck. She stepped off of the man, and panted. The effects of adreniline were starting to wear off. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and brushed it from her exposed arms and legs.
She looked around, and it seemed that she was one of the lucky ones. Most of her platoon members were strewn across the ground, rolling in their own crimson lifefluid. She frowned, wishing she could've helped them...but it couldn't be helped... they had no healers in the castle to her knowledge anyway. She sighed, and gathered her guts, looking back towards Spiderface.... Apperently, she had made her first move against Captain Crazy... She knew he was getting in over his head, but she was drawn to watch. The enemy's troops stopped to watch this sole man duel the woman.
However, apperently, her force's commander decided that it was time to refill the metaphorical bloodbath that they were sitting in. The gatewatcher called the all clear for the gates to be opened, and sure enough, the defensive door opened, and Alexandria's unit bellowed out, a mere fifty or so men. Their commanding officer barked orders at them as they readied themselves for combat with the foe.... They reached outside of the gates, for them to close back again, and their haven had been cut off from them. They were prey to anyone whom felt hungry.
Alexandria, being in the front lines, looked out into the distance. It wasn't just their gatebreakers that were falling back... The enemies ranks fell back. Then who were they supposed to be- Oh by the sweet, merciful Gods.... Alexandria's eyes fell upon a spidering-like humanoid, feared for her monsterous battle prowess. She ripped through an advancing rank like a hot claymore through warm butter. It was terrifying to watch her wade through...no, annihilate her allies. Demoralizing wasn't a strong enough word. But the more she watched, the more she was enthralled.... But suddenly, a lone figure came into view! He brandished a claymore, and looked like he was going to stand one to one with the spider demon! Was he insane?!
But apperently, thinking time was over. The officer had finished talking, and rose his blade in the air. All of the men around her yelled fiercely, a moral raising tactic that almost always worked.... The glorious charge had it's benefit alright...too bad that most of these men would be walking into their own grave. She too began to ran in the direction of this new fight that awaited them. Her unit roared, waving their blades around their head. She was starting to feel the effects of the inspiring tactics. He blood began to boil, and her heart began to race. It really brough her into the spirit. She raised her sword and shield in the air, clanging them together to make sort of a "war drum" effect. Nothing inspired the human heart into battle like a war drum...
The man and the spiderface were not far off, but Alexandria's force had a few footmen to deal with... The enemy soldiers rose their pikes and lances as her force encroached. And after what seemed like an eternity, they colided. Alexandria brough her shield around in front of her, causing the enemy's spear to glance off the smooth metal. With the dangerous side of his weapon out of the way, Alexandria didn't hesitate to bring her own particularly pointy sword to the man's underhelm, piercing his head like a kabob. She felt his warm blood drool out from the wound in his chin, as she jerked the blade out, and his body dropped to the ground, spasming.
The next soldier to fall again brought his weapon towards the lightly armored female. His club whirled around heavily, before he brought it down harshly in her direction. She knew better than to try and block such a dedicated blow. She sidestepped out of the way, and stomped hard on the shaft of the weapon after it smashed into the ground. The club jerked out of the orc's hands, and he looked at her in almost disbelief. She brought her shield around to meet the man's armored helm, making an almost comidic "Frying Pan to the face" sound. The orc stumbled backwards, turning around. She wasted no time, and plunged her weapon into the vulnerable back of the knee on his armor. Her blade went completely through his knee, and out the other side, pinning his leg to the ground. He yelled in agony. She reached forward, letting go of her pin on him, and jerked his helm from his head. She rose her shield arm, high in the air, and grasped her wrist with her other hand. She let out a warrioress's cry, and smashed his head as hard as she could with the shield, filling the surrounding area with a satsifying crack. She bent, and reclaimed her weapon as the body flopped to the ground.
Yet another fighter charged the shieldbearing woman. This one a berserker, brandishing two handaxes. The ogre yelled barbariously at Alexandria and charged, swinging his axes like one possesed. She could only backstep, and intercept his blades, on blow after another. But he made a mistake. He swung both at the same time. Alexandria was used to this move with fighter whom bore dual weapons. She brought both of her items to block both of his at the same time. Meanwhile, she brought her booted foot up to meet the man's chest, causing him to stumble back. She then reeled back, and slammed the rim of her buckler into his leather helm, stepping into the punch. He toppled back, dropping his axes to hold his face, and broken nose. She didn't hesitiate to literally jump onto his chest, digging her heels into his gut. Her blade arm came back, and slid across the man's neck, a nice scarlet spray coming out to greet (and coat) her upper body and neck. She stepped off of the man, and panted. The effects of adreniline were starting to wear off. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and brushed it from her exposed arms and legs.
She looked around, and it seemed that she was one of the lucky ones. Most of her platoon members were strewn across the ground, rolling in their own crimson lifefluid. She frowned, wishing she could've helped them...but it couldn't be helped... they had no healers in the castle to her knowledge anyway. She sighed, and gathered her guts, looking back towards Spiderface.... Apperently, she had made her first move against Captain Crazy... She knew he was getting in over his head, but she was drawn to watch. The enemy's troops stopped to watch this sole man duel the woman.
OOC Notes
Insane, was the only word that came to mind as Shokunen watched the arachnid woman walk away. It was common knowledge that the royal lamia posessed some of the most potent venom in Norr, and a volatile temper to match, but this mercenary...Mercy, toyed with him as if he was some teenage whelp. In truth, he wondered how exactly the two would fair in bed...it'd be interesting, to say the least. With a slight frown Sho shook off the daze and returned his focus to the battlefield. She would be punished later. For the most part, the minotaur had helped to mitigate the worst of the damage the Civil had wrought. Mercy's arrival was keeping the front lines at bay although some hulking figure was matching her position by intimidating the Savage troops. With the constant hail of arrows firing from both sides, it was a near stalemate...one he intended to break. The general tossed his greatbow to the messenger orc and withdrew an obsidian dagger with a flourish.
"Lesh'ka...keep that safe, if you will. I'm moving to the front line, tell the gnolls to switch to bows so we can keep up with the enemy archers..." He realized a short while ago that the gates had not fallen yet. The enemy was proving much more resistant than anticipated, and he wished to remedy that. The lamia smirked and was about to dash off when the elder orc called out.
"Wait sir, what will I tell the captains you're doing exactly?" his voice was a harsh bass, the norm for his race, though tempered with age.
Shokunen merely smiled. "Breaking the siege, of course."
"By the Burning Dark..." Nhil cursed under his breath, remembering that that wretched witch had tasked him with watching over Miralight. Ducking a fist sized chunk of rock that blasted off of a nearby archer's head, the necromancer gestured and incanted the syllables to a simple sending spell. It allowed for only five words to be transmitted, so he made it blunt.
Mira. Castle wall. Now... he held back a smile, realizing there was one more word he could use. Smittywerberjagermanjensen. the deep human laughed aloud. That would definetly keep the wee one in a state of confusion for a bit and out of his hair. A slight chill prickled the back of his neck, and Nhil felt the presence of quite a few prime corpses awaiting animation somewhere below ground. He smiled to himself. She found me some bodies...how sweet. The necromancer moved to the very edge of the castle wall and flashed a smile back to Diloxi, never allowing the warlock woman a day where he wouldn't show off his magical superiority to her. "Mass, Animation." with that, twenty-two skeletal minions ripped themselves from the hard soil within the castle grounds. Each leapt up onto the walls and filed in past startled--but not really surprised--soldiers to line up behind Nhil. It was about this time that he noticed a particularly large form crashing through the right flank of the Civil forces while they were distracted with the bout between the two mercenaries. After catching a glimpse of bright crimson against the moonlit earth, there was no doubt who it was.
Shokunen. he thought with a scowl. He had lied earlier, about not taking notice of the lamia. The two actually had a bit of a rivalry. The necromancer glanced back to his general and said; "I'm off."
In another heartbeat Nhil was soaring through the air on the back of one of his ressurected minions. With a hiss of shifting earth the sorcerer and his squad of remnants surrounded Shokunen in a ring of rotting flesh. Nhil stepped off of the skeleton, mentally commanding all of them to hold their ground. He grinned maliciously when he saw the lamia cringing at the sight of his remnants. Coward.
"Ah, my good friend, Mr. Snake. How are you? Oh...I imagine not too well, with that fear of...what was it..." the deep human put a finger to his chin in mock anticipation. With a smile he snapped his fingers. "Ah, that's right! The living dead. Now why would you fear them? They're so cute and cuddly..." he made a show of stroking the skull of a nearby dwarf skeleton. That was a mistake.
In the blink of an eye Shokunen was upon him, lashing out as a cobra might at it's prey with dagger and fang alike. Idiot.
"Lesh'ka...keep that safe, if you will. I'm moving to the front line, tell the gnolls to switch to bows so we can keep up with the enemy archers..." He realized a short while ago that the gates had not fallen yet. The enemy was proving much more resistant than anticipated, and he wished to remedy that. The lamia smirked and was about to dash off when the elder orc called out.
"Wait sir, what will I tell the captains you're doing exactly?" his voice was a harsh bass, the norm for his race, though tempered with age.
Shokunen merely smiled. "Breaking the siege, of course."
"By the Burning Dark..." Nhil cursed under his breath, remembering that that wretched witch had tasked him with watching over Miralight. Ducking a fist sized chunk of rock that blasted off of a nearby archer's head, the necromancer gestured and incanted the syllables to a simple sending spell. It allowed for only five words to be transmitted, so he made it blunt.
Mira. Castle wall. Now... he held back a smile, realizing there was one more word he could use. Smittywerberjagermanjensen. the deep human laughed aloud. That would definetly keep the wee one in a state of confusion for a bit and out of his hair. A slight chill prickled the back of his neck, and Nhil felt the presence of quite a few prime corpses awaiting animation somewhere below ground. He smiled to himself. She found me some bodies...how sweet. The necromancer moved to the very edge of the castle wall and flashed a smile back to Diloxi, never allowing the warlock woman a day where he wouldn't show off his magical superiority to her. "Mass, Animation." with that, twenty-two skeletal minions ripped themselves from the hard soil within the castle grounds. Each leapt up onto the walls and filed in past startled--but not really surprised--soldiers to line up behind Nhil. It was about this time that he noticed a particularly large form crashing through the right flank of the Civil forces while they were distracted with the bout between the two mercenaries. After catching a glimpse of bright crimson against the moonlit earth, there was no doubt who it was.
Shokunen. he thought with a scowl. He had lied earlier, about not taking notice of the lamia. The two actually had a bit of a rivalry. The necromancer glanced back to his general and said; "I'm off."
In another heartbeat Nhil was soaring through the air on the back of one of his ressurected minions. With a hiss of shifting earth the sorcerer and his squad of remnants surrounded Shokunen in a ring of rotting flesh. Nhil stepped off of the skeleton, mentally commanding all of them to hold their ground. He grinned maliciously when he saw the lamia cringing at the sight of his remnants. Coward.
"Ah, my good friend, Mr. Snake. How are you? Oh...I imagine not too well, with that fear of...what was it..." the deep human put a finger to his chin in mock anticipation. With a smile he snapped his fingers. "Ah, that's right! The living dead. Now why would you fear them? They're so cute and cuddly..." he made a show of stroking the skull of a nearby dwarf skeleton. That was a mistake.
In the blink of an eye Shokunen was upon him, lashing out as a cobra might at it's prey with dagger and fang alike. Idiot.
OOC Notes
Zareth's mouth remained in its unemotional slit. A slight downward curve touched the corners of his mouth. She was obviously trying to incite some form of emotion from him. He had been in too many fights to fall for this sort of psychological attack. He remained still, clenching the massive sword with his hands, one still clutching the cloak. He glared at his opponent from his side of the mask. To all else, he seemed as a fool, fighting blindly with a chunk of metal strapped to his face. His patience was rewarded, but it caught him off guard.
As the creature's abdomen rotated towards him, he relaxed, allowing himself some extra time. What came next he did not expect. A glob of some material shot towards him, from the creature itself. The creature moved itself so that the material shot in a wide trajectory towards him. He rolled away, throwing his cloak at the same time. The cloak intercepted the while mass midair, was engulfed by it, and shot onward, landing with a wet slap on the very ground Zareth had rolled over less than a second before. Watching the glob solidify around what once was his favorite cloak. Rising slowly, he let the dust fall off of his leather kilt. Straightening, he set his sword in a guard, then whipped it around behind him, and charged at Mercy, one hand dragging the greatsword behind him. Bringing up the sword, he brought it down against Mercy, attempting to cleave off one of her arms.
As the creature's abdomen rotated towards him, he relaxed, allowing himself some extra time. What came next he did not expect. A glob of some material shot towards him, from the creature itself. The creature moved itself so that the material shot in a wide trajectory towards him. He rolled away, throwing his cloak at the same time. The cloak intercepted the while mass midair, was engulfed by it, and shot onward, landing with a wet slap on the very ground Zareth had rolled over less than a second before. Watching the glob solidify around what once was his favorite cloak. Rising slowly, he let the dust fall off of his leather kilt. Straightening, he set his sword in a guard, then whipped it around behind him, and charged at Mercy, one hand dragging the greatsword behind him. Bringing up the sword, he brought it down against Mercy, attempting to cleave off one of her arms.
OOC Notes
Diloxi’s smooth onyx skin tightened as her muscles flexed beneath it; rage coiled against her features from Nhil’s flippant attitude, not to mention his blatant disregard for orders. Her rage was soon smoothed away by calm as a large boulder sliced through the air at her. She held out her hand as the rock stopped in mid air then with a loud explosion it exploded into black flames that rained down over the battlements onto the forces below still trying to carve their way through the gates. Orcs, Minotaurs, Lamias, and even some of her own forces exploded into black flames from just the cast offs of the magic she summoned without thought. She glared over at one of her lieutenants that watched in disbelief as their Captain leapt off the large stone wall and their General blew up a boulder that should have taken the entire top part of her body off of her legs.
”I need you to arm the archers with the arcane arrows.. the ones that we have been saving up.. we will just have to make more.. I want them all aimed for the insect and the snake!” The Lieutenant almost fell over himself running down the steps and into the armory to grab the ten cases of arrows. They looked normal, in fact they were normal except for two things, they were razor sharp, sharp enough to pierce even the thickest of armors, and they would automatically explode upon impact sending shards of molten hot metal within the victim, insuring at the very least pain and infection, if not instant death.
She slid over towards the side of the wall and looked down into the courtyard that was filled with tents and anxious men, ”Mages I need you to reinforce the gates.. Our Captain seems to have decided to blow our cover.. so let us unleash our true power on these vermin!.. I want three quarters of you strengthening the walls while the others prepare to burn these pigs so horribly we never smell their stench again!” The men in the courtyard cheered and smiled up at her as the entire castle seemed to pulse with magic. The stone battlements seemed to almost stand still for a moment as the magic gathered and coiled. Then with a huge force of power the gates turned to solid metal, steam began to writhe against the ground outside of the castle walls as the mages spells began to gather power.
Her eyes slid to Captain Nhil and the bestial snake wondering how they would evade the arrows and the flames they had both been responsible for forcing her to use. It wouldn’t be long before the mages were able to erect a horrible barrier of flame, Nhil needed to get back before then, she had only a quarter of her magic users summoning the magic to give him time.. though she didn’t care if he did die.. He had disobeyed her, he had endangered their entire force, and he had given the enemy intel that they now could use against them.
He would be held accountable for his actions.. she would make sure of it. Her form stood on the battlements her foot raised on one of the large blocks of stone as her other foot sat in the space, the cloth that kept her decent slid about her legs from the building torrents of air as the ground about the outpost began to heat to near searing levels. Her dark blue hair coiled about her shoulders as it fell free of the ornate metal that held it. Her body began to sink into darkness as black flames coiled about her ebony body melting the stone she stood on as she watched and waited. They could not get into her outpost.. they would not. Her blue eyes began to glow in the dark miasma that coiled about her form. She was never seen using magic, the aura she used was about the most any had seen her use. The explosion of the boulder moments before had been but a taste of her power.
”I need you to arm the archers with the arcane arrows.. the ones that we have been saving up.. we will just have to make more.. I want them all aimed for the insect and the snake!” The Lieutenant almost fell over himself running down the steps and into the armory to grab the ten cases of arrows. They looked normal, in fact they were normal except for two things, they were razor sharp, sharp enough to pierce even the thickest of armors, and they would automatically explode upon impact sending shards of molten hot metal within the victim, insuring at the very least pain and infection, if not instant death.
She slid over towards the side of the wall and looked down into the courtyard that was filled with tents and anxious men, ”Mages I need you to reinforce the gates.. Our Captain seems to have decided to blow our cover.. so let us unleash our true power on these vermin!.. I want three quarters of you strengthening the walls while the others prepare to burn these pigs so horribly we never smell their stench again!” The men in the courtyard cheered and smiled up at her as the entire castle seemed to pulse with magic. The stone battlements seemed to almost stand still for a moment as the magic gathered and coiled. Then with a huge force of power the gates turned to solid metal, steam began to writhe against the ground outside of the castle walls as the mages spells began to gather power.
Her eyes slid to Captain Nhil and the bestial snake wondering how they would evade the arrows and the flames they had both been responsible for forcing her to use. It wouldn’t be long before the mages were able to erect a horrible barrier of flame, Nhil needed to get back before then, she had only a quarter of her magic users summoning the magic to give him time.. though she didn’t care if he did die.. He had disobeyed her, he had endangered their entire force, and he had given the enemy intel that they now could use against them.
He would be held accountable for his actions.. she would make sure of it. Her form stood on the battlements her foot raised on one of the large blocks of stone as her other foot sat in the space, the cloth that kept her decent slid about her legs from the building torrents of air as the ground about the outpost began to heat to near searing levels. Her dark blue hair coiled about her shoulders as it fell free of the ornate metal that held it. Her body began to sink into darkness as black flames coiled about her ebony body melting the stone she stood on as she watched and waited. They could not get into her outpost.. they would not. Her blue eyes began to glow in the dark miasma that coiled about her form. She was never seen using magic, the aura she used was about the most any had seen her use. The explosion of the boulder moments before had been but a taste of her power.
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Hmpf. Convenient. Erin thought in contempt as she watched the mages file out of the courtyard. It had taken her a whole twenty minutes to sneak past them...
The goblin surveyed her surroundings in silent thought. Well, now what? She had not been expecting a siege. Frustrating, really. She'd spent so much time, planning her entrance to the castle, how she would present herself to the Civilized council and speak her case against the war. It could have worked. Starting small, getting the news out there, working her way to one of the Civilized capitols. But now this...
Well, with husbands, sons and fathers dead at their front door, I doubt people are willing to hear the peace talk at this point. How Bloody Wonderful. She knew all too well that leaving the city would be a mess at the moment... The whole place is crawling with guards on alert. Erin had made a promise to herself, though; as much as she didn't want this ludicrous war to be fought, when caught between sides she knew where her loyalty lied. Sneaking back through the courtyard, cursing all the way--not even a minute's work, without those mages standing around twiddling their thumbs--she made it to the front gate. This solid metal business makes it interesting, Erin observed to herself, but that hinge is still weak enough, I'd bet. Knowing she only had one shot, she wrapped a series of small explosives around a few of her throwing knives, being careful to test their balance. Being so small and limber as a goblin, and with years of rogue training, she lurked effortlessly in the shadows near the gate without notice. Having prepared the knives to her liking, a few deft tosses landed a pair of explosives on each hinge of the large bar keeping the giant gate held fast. The last knife had barely left her hand before she ducked silently from her place of cover and fled swiftly through the shadows to one of the hiding spots she had prepared. Not long after she had settled, the custom-made goblin craft explosives did their work; from the gate, a deafening crack split past the sound of battle. Erin grinned to herself; in the short silence the explosives had created, it was the muted thud of a door no longer fastened that seemed to echo louder.
The goblin surveyed her surroundings in silent thought. Well, now what? She had not been expecting a siege. Frustrating, really. She'd spent so much time, planning her entrance to the castle, how she would present herself to the Civilized council and speak her case against the war. It could have worked. Starting small, getting the news out there, working her way to one of the Civilized capitols. But now this...
Well, with husbands, sons and fathers dead at their front door, I doubt people are willing to hear the peace talk at this point. How Bloody Wonderful. She knew all too well that leaving the city would be a mess at the moment... The whole place is crawling with guards on alert. Erin had made a promise to herself, though; as much as she didn't want this ludicrous war to be fought, when caught between sides she knew where her loyalty lied. Sneaking back through the courtyard, cursing all the way--not even a minute's work, without those mages standing around twiddling their thumbs--she made it to the front gate. This solid metal business makes it interesting, Erin observed to herself, but that hinge is still weak enough, I'd bet. Knowing she only had one shot, she wrapped a series of small explosives around a few of her throwing knives, being careful to test their balance. Being so small and limber as a goblin, and with years of rogue training, she lurked effortlessly in the shadows near the gate without notice. Having prepared the knives to her liking, a few deft tosses landed a pair of explosives on each hinge of the large bar keeping the giant gate held fast. The last knife had barely left her hand before she ducked silently from her place of cover and fled swiftly through the shadows to one of the hiding spots she had prepared. Not long after she had settled, the custom-made goblin craft explosives did their work; from the gate, a deafening crack split past the sound of battle. Erin grinned to herself; in the short silence the explosives had created, it was the muted thud of a door no longer fastened that seemed to echo louder.
OOC Notes
"Oh dear, you're so boring." Mercy pouted. The man failed to respond to her, instead charging at her and trying to bring his sword down on her arm. "I can't let you do that, hon." She cried out, using her abdomen to parry the blade. The edge of the blade hit the round angle on her armored body, and skidded off thudding into the ground. Without hesitating, the powerful Nightmarian Arachnid raised her legs and slammed them onto the blade, sinking it into the dirt where it was lodged. "So tactless... so manly." She crooned, blowing a kiss at the man before her abdomen pulsated slightly, releasing another spray of webbing. "I'll be back for you, honey."
Jumping away, the fortress seemed to have changed. Magic power radiated from the castle as men shuffled about. It seems as though the General's reports were wrong. She really deserved a raise now. "Oh dear. Looks like we have ourselves a problem." She whispered softly, watching men load up some arrows into bows very carefully. Her chain whip was hung back once more, as she withdrew a thick string of webbing out of her abdomen. Her body remained twisted around so her abdomen was in front, so she had no problem retrieving the webbing. Molding quickly, as fast as a spider can, she threw the webbing at the wall to the left. Suddenly, her Abdomen retracted slightly. Just as the webbing hit, it automatically began shooting back into her body. It was gross, but effective. Almost upside down, Mercy just barely managed to evade several arrows, the hot shrapnel glancing off her skin and leaving cuts. "Look now, boys!" She called up, turning her body over to see the defenders. "That's the only chance you'll ever get a shot of me!" She slammed into the wall, her legs absorbing the impact. With the litheness only a spider could muster, she scaled the wall, toward an archer slit. Peering in, she gave a growling hiss at the terrified archer.
Mercy giggled, hurriedly watching the archers scramble to get a better shot on her. Scaling down the wall, she landed on the ground just as another small volley was shot her way. The exploded around her, the shrapnel flying past her and sometimes cutting her skin. one arrow managed to smash against Mercy's armor.
However, Mercy's exoskeleton was that of a Knighted Widow. That meant that she was essentially a living tank. Her body rejected magic, which is why she doesn't use it. That being said, however, Magic has little to no effect on her and her armor. Naturally, explosions might leave some trauma, but combustion induced by magical means simply glance off her body. As the arrow exploded off her abdomen, she blushed and pretended to groan. "Ohhhh, that felt good." She crooned loudly, causing nearby soldiers to look at her in confusion. In response, she curled her body over, loosing a string of webbing through an archer slit near ground level. A mass of startled cries were heard, and one could only assume what happened next in there. Whether they suffocated or are simply glued to the ground one can never tell.
"Silly boys. Nightmarians have a natural Magic Repellant. It's called our bodies." She said sweetly, looking at the archers. She looked back, looking around to see if her big man Zareth was trapped. She would enjoy him. She began walking over toward the gate once more, well aware of her surroundings.
Jumping away, the fortress seemed to have changed. Magic power radiated from the castle as men shuffled about. It seems as though the General's reports were wrong. She really deserved a raise now. "Oh dear. Looks like we have ourselves a problem." She whispered softly, watching men load up some arrows into bows very carefully. Her chain whip was hung back once more, as she withdrew a thick string of webbing out of her abdomen. Her body remained twisted around so her abdomen was in front, so she had no problem retrieving the webbing. Molding quickly, as fast as a spider can, she threw the webbing at the wall to the left. Suddenly, her Abdomen retracted slightly. Just as the webbing hit, it automatically began shooting back into her body. It was gross, but effective. Almost upside down, Mercy just barely managed to evade several arrows, the hot shrapnel glancing off her skin and leaving cuts. "Look now, boys!" She called up, turning her body over to see the defenders. "That's the only chance you'll ever get a shot of me!" She slammed into the wall, her legs absorbing the impact. With the litheness only a spider could muster, she scaled the wall, toward an archer slit. Peering in, she gave a growling hiss at the terrified archer.
Mercy giggled, hurriedly watching the archers scramble to get a better shot on her. Scaling down the wall, she landed on the ground just as another small volley was shot her way. The exploded around her, the shrapnel flying past her and sometimes cutting her skin. one arrow managed to smash against Mercy's armor.
However, Mercy's exoskeleton was that of a Knighted Widow. That meant that she was essentially a living tank. Her body rejected magic, which is why she doesn't use it. That being said, however, Magic has little to no effect on her and her armor. Naturally, explosions might leave some trauma, but combustion induced by magical means simply glance off her body. As the arrow exploded off her abdomen, she blushed and pretended to groan. "Ohhhh, that felt good." She crooned loudly, causing nearby soldiers to look at her in confusion. In response, she curled her body over, loosing a string of webbing through an archer slit near ground level. A mass of startled cries were heard, and one could only assume what happened next in there. Whether they suffocated or are simply glued to the ground one can never tell.
"Silly boys. Nightmarians have a natural Magic Repellant. It's called our bodies." She said sweetly, looking at the archers. She looked back, looking around to see if her big man Zareth was trapped. She would enjoy him. She began walking over toward the gate once more, well aware of her surroundings.
OOC Notes
Behind the mask, Zareth was seething. His favorite blade was now shoved almost to the hilt into the earth. I'll need to dig that out later. Then, all seemed slow. The webbing shot towards his chest, probably with enough force to knock him on his back and pin him beneath the viscous fluid. He twisted away, almost evading the sticky mass. Instead of colliding with his body, the webbing caught the end of his kilt. There was enough force behind the webbing to spin him around, and he hastily undid the belt holding the kilt up, allowing it to slam into the ground with a wet squish. Now only adorned in his pants and boots, Zareth knelt by the fallen blade.
Time seemed to slow. Zareth closed his eyes behind the mask, gathering himself. His father polishing the greatsword in their small hut, telling Zareth that he would one day the greatsword could be his. That he would inherit the farm and everything that his parents owned. Zareth gladly nooded and told his father that he would do his best. "Father....", whispered Zareth. "I won't let these vermin take away from the memory of you. Nor will I allow anyone else to lose what I have lost. This I swear."
As he stood, Zareth's pulse started to quicken as adrenaline seeped into his veins. His hands were clenched into fists, and then relaxed. Crossing his arms to his waist, he withdrew the axes from the loops on his belt. Gripping them tightly, he turned towards the gates of the city. A cry ripped itself loose from his lips. It could be heard from inside the battlements, and around the battlegrounds. He ran towards Mercy, axes in hand. "This ends now!", he bellowed.
Time seemed to slow. Zareth closed his eyes behind the mask, gathering himself. His father polishing the greatsword in their small hut, telling Zareth that he would one day the greatsword could be his. That he would inherit the farm and everything that his parents owned. Zareth gladly nooded and told his father that he would do his best. "Father....", whispered Zareth. "I won't let these vermin take away from the memory of you. Nor will I allow anyone else to lose what I have lost. This I swear."
As he stood, Zareth's pulse started to quicken as adrenaline seeped into his veins. His hands were clenched into fists, and then relaxed. Crossing his arms to his waist, he withdrew the axes from the loops on his belt. Gripping them tightly, he turned towards the gates of the city. A cry ripped itself loose from his lips. It could be heard from inside the battlements, and around the battlegrounds. He ran towards Mercy, axes in hand. "This ends now!", he bellowed.
OOC Notes
Miralight’s eyes went wide as Nhil’s command echoed in her ear. She winced and yelped then the garbled long word sounded in her mind and she yelped again shaking her head and covering her ears before looking up at the catacomb’s ceiling with a definit scowl.
”EH! Why does he have to be sooo loud!.. I’m not deaf! Eh!.. Fine fine.” she grumbled before grabbing her pack off the floor the lantern and the book the pen flittered about her head spinning a couple minutes before it found a small fold of fabric specially made to house it at her breast. She held the lantern up walking as she looked into the book, ” Smittywerberjagermanjensen? ... is that supposed to be a code or something?.. Maybe its a riddle! Ohh! Boy!.. ahh.” her voice paused as she glanced back down at the pen secured in her robes, ”Are you sure that is what he said?.. “
“Mistress.... you made me.. am I sure?” The males voice snarled rather indignantly.
”Really?! Nhilly said that?!.. hmm.. I just don’t get it!” She announced as she turned towards the left her nose still in the book. The males voice sounded as if he cleared his throat and the small Halfling paused looking down at the pen as she continued to hold the lantern up. ”What?”
“Wrong way.. its right.. not left.” He said in a rather annoyed tone.
”I knew that!.. I was just going to take a short cut! But if you want to go the long way... by all means.. lets go.” she turned around and went back to reading through the book curiously, ”Wow.. Nhil really said that to the general? Ohhh!!.. There is a Nightmarian up there?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!” Miralight closed the book and dashed through the dark tunnels until she came to another fork she held the book out in front of her and it hovered in mid air the pen slid from its cloth holder and then went back to writing in the once again open book. She ran down the left passage and then came out into the courtyard as a huge explosion rocked the area. The pen and book floated behind her, as the pen continued to scribble furiously. Miralight grabbed the book and looked at the pages. As the pen continued to write the notes her eyes went wider and she looked around the shadows.
”Where is the Goblin?! Are you sure that is a goblin?! the males voice gave a disapproving snarl, ”Come out come out! Come out! I have questions for you! Please! Pretty please?” she bounced around a corner and looked for the female goblin she knew to be there from what her pen wrote. She slid about the pillar and looked at the other side as the huge metal gate creaked and then tumbled outward letting the outpost become completely exposed to the hordes outsides the now broken gates. ”OH wait!.. Nightmarian!” at that she tucked the book under her arm and then snatched the pen from the air at her side tucking it in the front of her robes as she dashed out over the open gate. She dodged between the legs of an orc, then twirled and bounded up and over the side of a Lamia only to land on the top of a Goblin’s head before she tucked and rolled forward coming to the small clearing made by Mercy’s horrible chained whip and the broad stance of her massive human attacker. Miralight watched as her eyes widened to an almost disproportioned size. She let go of the book which promptly opened and the pen began scribbling notes as she stood there tucking her hands in her sleeves and watching every movement the Nightmarian made. She had only heard of them, seeing one was a treat beyond measure. A troll took a swing at her and she stepped to the side as the huge hammer slammed into the dirt next to her.
“That was rather rude.. we weren’t doing a thing!.. Now off with you! This is an important matter!” a disembodied male voice announced to the troll causing the creature to look around rather confused as Miralight stood on the top of his hammer still embedded in the ground.
”Thanks Mr Troll!” The troll looked at the tiny girl that spoke to him and now stood on the top of his hammer without even glancing from the battle before them. The troll snarled and promptly pulled the hammer from the ground raising it and then turning it sending Miralight tumbling to the ground. She yelped then looked over her shoulder at him and then stood back up wiping the dust from her person and grumbling under her breath. The troll was then attracted by the open gate and lunged off for less confusing targets. Miralight pulled up her hands like she was holding a sword as the book and pen flittered around her. Her movements imitating the Merc with the rather large great sword.
”EH! Why does he have to be sooo loud!.. I’m not deaf! Eh!.. Fine fine.” she grumbled before grabbing her pack off the floor the lantern and the book the pen flittered about her head spinning a couple minutes before it found a small fold of fabric specially made to house it at her breast. She held the lantern up walking as she looked into the book, ” Smittywerberjagermanjensen? ... is that supposed to be a code or something?.. Maybe its a riddle! Ohh! Boy!.. ahh.” her voice paused as she glanced back down at the pen secured in her robes, ”Are you sure that is what he said?.. “
“Mistress.... you made me.. am I sure?” The males voice snarled rather indignantly.
”Really?! Nhilly said that?!.. hmm.. I just don’t get it!” She announced as she turned towards the left her nose still in the book. The males voice sounded as if he cleared his throat and the small Halfling paused looking down at the pen as she continued to hold the lantern up. ”What?”
“Wrong way.. its right.. not left.” He said in a rather annoyed tone.
”I knew that!.. I was just going to take a short cut! But if you want to go the long way... by all means.. lets go.” she turned around and went back to reading through the book curiously, ”Wow.. Nhil really said that to the general? Ohhh!!.. There is a Nightmarian up there?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!” Miralight closed the book and dashed through the dark tunnels until she came to another fork she held the book out in front of her and it hovered in mid air the pen slid from its cloth holder and then went back to writing in the once again open book. She ran down the left passage and then came out into the courtyard as a huge explosion rocked the area. The pen and book floated behind her, as the pen continued to scribble furiously. Miralight grabbed the book and looked at the pages. As the pen continued to write the notes her eyes went wider and she looked around the shadows.
”Where is the Goblin?! Are you sure that is a goblin?! the males voice gave a disapproving snarl, ”Come out come out! Come out! I have questions for you! Please! Pretty please?” she bounced around a corner and looked for the female goblin she knew to be there from what her pen wrote. She slid about the pillar and looked at the other side as the huge metal gate creaked and then tumbled outward letting the outpost become completely exposed to the hordes outsides the now broken gates. ”OH wait!.. Nightmarian!” at that she tucked the book under her arm and then snatched the pen from the air at her side tucking it in the front of her robes as she dashed out over the open gate. She dodged between the legs of an orc, then twirled and bounded up and over the side of a Lamia only to land on the top of a Goblin’s head before she tucked and rolled forward coming to the small clearing made by Mercy’s horrible chained whip and the broad stance of her massive human attacker. Miralight watched as her eyes widened to an almost disproportioned size. She let go of the book which promptly opened and the pen began scribbling notes as she stood there tucking her hands in her sleeves and watching every movement the Nightmarian made. She had only heard of them, seeing one was a treat beyond measure. A troll took a swing at her and she stepped to the side as the huge hammer slammed into the dirt next to her.
“That was rather rude.. we weren’t doing a thing!.. Now off with you! This is an important matter!” a disembodied male voice announced to the troll causing the creature to look around rather confused as Miralight stood on the top of his hammer still embedded in the ground.
”Thanks Mr Troll!” The troll looked at the tiny girl that spoke to him and now stood on the top of his hammer without even glancing from the battle before them. The troll snarled and promptly pulled the hammer from the ground raising it and then turning it sending Miralight tumbling to the ground. She yelped then looked over her shoulder at him and then stood back up wiping the dust from her person and grumbling under her breath. The troll was then attracted by the open gate and lunged off for less confusing targets. Miralight pulled up her hands like she was holding a sword as the book and pen flittered around her. Her movements imitating the Merc with the rather large great sword.
OOC Notes
"Oh? Looks like my prey escaped! What a sharp man..." She said aloud, rubbing her chin. "You know, smart men are my type after all, if they come in hunk like you!" She said, laughing as he turned to her and drew a pair of axes. Well, this doesn't look too comfortable to take a direct hit from. Suddenly, her teasing was cut short as the man gave a roaring battle cry, enough to even cause the minotaurs to pause and stare, despite their powerful fortitude and oftentimes one-track mind amidst battle. Mercy watched him promptly, the first sign of emotion he had ever shown since she engaged him in battle. "How interesting." Mercy said, her tone dropping from light and teasing to low and seductive. "You really are strong aren't you? Your scent is dominating the battle." She said, licking her lips. Her inscizors flashed as he called Mercy out.
"This ends now!" the warrior bellowed, charging.
Murecialga Yan'vega drew herself up to her full height, snatching a curved sword off the ground and drawing her chain whip with the other. "Bring it, big boy." She whispered, low and piercing, her whip swinging to life. Her lustrous red eyes flashing violently. She waited slowly as the man charged at her. Foolish beserker, he would make a fine meal. All the protein would only make a stronger web.
Her whip flashed a circle, spinning so quickly it seemed like a disc rather than a whip chain. Then, suddenly she dipped her elbow into the circle, intercepting the whip. As it wrapped around, it shot closer and closer to her arm before she suddenly threw her elbow out, shooting the point of the whip at the Beserker just as he came into it's lethal range. The sword, in her left hand was raised in defense, her two frong legs reared in case the man simply punched right through her initial attack.
"Honey, I should have dealt with you when I had the chance." She crooned.
"This ends now!" the warrior bellowed, charging.
Murecialga Yan'vega drew herself up to her full height, snatching a curved sword off the ground and drawing her chain whip with the other. "Bring it, big boy." She whispered, low and piercing, her whip swinging to life. Her lustrous red eyes flashing violently. She waited slowly as the man charged at her. Foolish beserker, he would make a fine meal. All the protein would only make a stronger web.
Her whip flashed a circle, spinning so quickly it seemed like a disc rather than a whip chain. Then, suddenly she dipped her elbow into the circle, intercepting the whip. As it wrapped around, it shot closer and closer to her arm before she suddenly threw her elbow out, shooting the point of the whip at the Beserker just as he came into it's lethal range. The sword, in her left hand was raised in defense, her two frong legs reared in case the man simply punched right through her initial attack.
"Honey, I should have dealt with you when I had the chance." She crooned.
OOC Notes
Alexandria watched as the spider-woman made a mockery of the Mercenaries' fighting skills, completely avoiding him, and skittering around him like the bug she was. The arachnid proceeded to decimate some of their fortress's defense. Archers fell, trying to shoot this woman- no, monster. It was like the arrows did absolutely nothing to her. But it didn't matter. Alexandria was a soldier...meaning she had a duty to fulfill. She gathered her guts, and ran towards the creature. But it seemed she wasn't alone. The mercenary had taken to a charge himself. Maybe, just maybe, the two could take her on together!
She charged , layering their attacks. Just as soon as the Berserker-like man's charge was done, she would come in to deliver another charging blow. It was a well planned stratigem at the time, and she could only pray that it worked out. She raised her shield to cover her upper torso, and held her blade behind her as she ran, ready to dodge, duck, dip, dive or....do a barrel roll... to avoid the now menacing looking chain-whip weapon that the spideress (Could I even use that?) now wielded, along with a sword she snatched from the ground.
As her footsteps stormed towards her foe, she could only hope that her only ally wouldn't abandon his own charge, seeing that the woman was ready for battle.
She charged , layering their attacks. Just as soon as the Berserker-like man's charge was done, she would come in to deliver another charging blow. It was a well planned stratigem at the time, and she could only pray that it worked out. She raised her shield to cover her upper torso, and held her blade behind her as she ran, ready to dodge, duck, dip, dive or....do a barrel roll... to avoid the now menacing looking chain-whip weapon that the spideress (Could I even use that?) now wielded, along with a sword she snatched from the ground.
As her footsteps stormed towards her foe, she could only hope that her only ally wouldn't abandon his own charge, seeing that the woman was ready for battle.
OOC Notes
A deep hiss reverberated along the ground, flowing out from the lamia prince. Each and every undead servant under the enemy necromancer's coomand lie dismembered or reduced to dust scattered on the blood-soaked earth, and soldiers began to use the freed up space to battle once more. Shokunen panted heavily, several deep gashes bleed at varying points along his sinuous form, and the scales on his tail had been torn off in bloody patches in some places. Despite his wounds, he seemed quite calm, happy even. A wicked grin was plastered on his face as a clawed hand clenched around Nhil Derenthi's throat and held the battered deep human aloft. Shokunen drew his hand back, hand made in a claw and spoke.
"Any last words, pale monkey?" the lamia's grin was as jovial as it was sinister. Nhil, however, simply stared up at the enemy general with a blank expression. In his mind, his only one regret was using most of his spells to keep other soldiers away instead of killing Shokunen outright. "Ok then..."
Shokunen lunged, his hand shooting forward streaking for Nhil's head. The necromancer closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of defeat...which was a wasted gesture. A hulking armored figure burst forth from the battle raging around the pair and slammed into the snake man's flank. All three of them crashed into the earth in a roiling heap of flailing limbs for a few seconds until Shokunen was left slashing at thin air and wondering what the hell just happened? His attention was immediately drawn elsewhere, as an insanely loud crack overwrought the sounds of battle for a moment. He rose up on his muscular tail to see above the figures of battle to see a sight he hadn't thought possible;
The gate had fallen.
Shokunen sucked in a deep breath, and bellowed a primal roar, freezing a fair amount of the nearby warriors in place. It also quieted the field somewhat, allowing his next few words to be herd more clearly. "The gate is down! All forces, full charge!" The lamia himself also slithered through the throng of battle at a frantic pace. Swiftly making his way to the gate, Shokunen periodically lashed out to decapitate or disembowel a nearby Civil fighter. In a minute or so he arrived at the scene of Mercy's bout with the enemy mercenary. He noted a pair of orcish shamans working some spellcraft, and a wall of steam he hadn't noticed earlier burst int ribbons of mist and dissipated totally. They dispelled it.
"Mercy! Stop playing with your food damnit! Get inside that gate and take down the casters!" he roared while passing the nightmarian. In seconds the lamia had arrived at the gate, where the Civil knights and warriors worked furiously to repel the invaders. He smiled as he saw that his men were forcing the enemy back.
Nhil's vision swam and it took a good while for him to realize he was moving. Being carried, to be exact. He glanced up at his savior and quirked an eyebrow, seeing that it was little more than a walking suit of armor. Mira. he thought with a faint smile. The animated guardian was quite fast, and had already arrived within the castle grounds. It quickly set the necromancer on the ground and turned to hurry off to some other task. Nhil sat up and incanted the words to a vampiric spell, aiming his fingers at a gnoll fighter near the gate who summarily crumpled to the ground lifeless. His own wounds closed and flesh knitted back together.
He was about to return to the battle when he realized; Why was there a gnoll inside the castle gate? His steely gaze shifted to mild panic as he scanned to gate. It had been downed, blasted off of it's hinges by some sort of spell he guessed, and the enemy was forcing it's way inside. The necromancer drew in a shallow breath and gestured slowly at the battle a mere twenty feet away, chanting some unintelligible string of words. A dark miasma rose up from the ground near the gate. Immediately, thirteen corpses arose and brought the battle back to the Savage.
That should help...but not for long... Nhil then searched along the battlements, searching for his general. He needed to find Diloxi immediately...it was time to retreat, sooner rather than later.
"Any last words, pale monkey?" the lamia's grin was as jovial as it was sinister. Nhil, however, simply stared up at the enemy general with a blank expression. In his mind, his only one regret was using most of his spells to keep other soldiers away instead of killing Shokunen outright. "Ok then..."
Shokunen lunged, his hand shooting forward streaking for Nhil's head. The necromancer closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of defeat...which was a wasted gesture. A hulking armored figure burst forth from the battle raging around the pair and slammed into the snake man's flank. All three of them crashed into the earth in a roiling heap of flailing limbs for a few seconds until Shokunen was left slashing at thin air and wondering what the hell just happened? His attention was immediately drawn elsewhere, as an insanely loud crack overwrought the sounds of battle for a moment. He rose up on his muscular tail to see above the figures of battle to see a sight he hadn't thought possible;
The gate had fallen.
Shokunen sucked in a deep breath, and bellowed a primal roar, freezing a fair amount of the nearby warriors in place. It also quieted the field somewhat, allowing his next few words to be herd more clearly. "The gate is down! All forces, full charge!" The lamia himself also slithered through the throng of battle at a frantic pace. Swiftly making his way to the gate, Shokunen periodically lashed out to decapitate or disembowel a nearby Civil fighter. In a minute or so he arrived at the scene of Mercy's bout with the enemy mercenary. He noted a pair of orcish shamans working some spellcraft, and a wall of steam he hadn't noticed earlier burst int ribbons of mist and dissipated totally. They dispelled it.
"Mercy! Stop playing with your food damnit! Get inside that gate and take down the casters!" he roared while passing the nightmarian. In seconds the lamia had arrived at the gate, where the Civil knights and warriors worked furiously to repel the invaders. He smiled as he saw that his men were forcing the enemy back.
Nhil's vision swam and it took a good while for him to realize he was moving. Being carried, to be exact. He glanced up at his savior and quirked an eyebrow, seeing that it was little more than a walking suit of armor. Mira. he thought with a faint smile. The animated guardian was quite fast, and had already arrived within the castle grounds. It quickly set the necromancer on the ground and turned to hurry off to some other task. Nhil sat up and incanted the words to a vampiric spell, aiming his fingers at a gnoll fighter near the gate who summarily crumpled to the ground lifeless. His own wounds closed and flesh knitted back together.
He was about to return to the battle when he realized; Why was there a gnoll inside the castle gate? His steely gaze shifted to mild panic as he scanned to gate. It had been downed, blasted off of it's hinges by some sort of spell he guessed, and the enemy was forcing it's way inside. The necromancer drew in a shallow breath and gestured slowly at the battle a mere twenty feet away, chanting some unintelligible string of words. A dark miasma rose up from the ground near the gate. Immediately, thirteen corpses arose and brought the battle back to the Savage.
That should help...but not for long... Nhil then searched along the battlements, searching for his general. He needed to find Diloxi immediately...it was time to retreat, sooner rather than later.
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"Bring it, big boy., said the arachnid woman.
This was the final push. Zareth bellowed something inhuman, something not of this world seemed to possess him. His eyes only saw red, and his mouth thirsted for the blood of his enemies. With incredible agility and timing, Zareth chopped down at the whip with an axe, altering it's trajectory and sending it shooting into the dirt and grime below his feet. He leaped over the fallen whip and kept on moving towards Mercy. His axes were clenched in his fists, and his nail-studded boots gouged deep tracks in the earth. Lunging at Mercy, he swung one axe at her abdomen, and the other was behind, waiting to block a blow from his own sword. He didn't stop to see if he connected, but then lashed out in a flurry of strong attacks, attacks that would make any normal human's guard shatter and fail. The bloodlust gripped him now. Deep inside his mind, he was himself, but he could not control his own body anymore. He had released it to it's primal urges, something that he rarely did. Most opponents would have run in fear by now, but he wasn't against any ordinary human, or any other Civil. But he pressed his attack, hoping his opponent would break at some point.
This was the final push. Zareth bellowed something inhuman, something not of this world seemed to possess him. His eyes only saw red, and his mouth thirsted for the blood of his enemies. With incredible agility and timing, Zareth chopped down at the whip with an axe, altering it's trajectory and sending it shooting into the dirt and grime below his feet. He leaped over the fallen whip and kept on moving towards Mercy. His axes were clenched in his fists, and his nail-studded boots gouged deep tracks in the earth. Lunging at Mercy, he swung one axe at her abdomen, and the other was behind, waiting to block a blow from his own sword. He didn't stop to see if he connected, but then lashed out in a flurry of strong attacks, attacks that would make any normal human's guard shatter and fail. The bloodlust gripped him now. Deep inside his mind, he was himself, but he could not control his own body anymore. He had released it to it's primal urges, something that he rarely did. Most opponents would have run in fear by now, but he wasn't against any ordinary human, or any other Civil. But he pressed his attack, hoping his opponent would break at some point.
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Unknown to the combatants, they were being observed. Keen eyes watched as the tides of battle shifted and turned, dark eyes gleaming as the Savage forces seemingly claimed the upper hand. As the gate to the castle fell to the invaders, one of the watchers turned to the central figure, armoured and imposing, obviously the leader of the tiny band. Rakath Ghyrrhyn'al, gnoll warlord. At Rakath's side were a mere four dozen of his kin, skilled and trusted warriors to the last, the rest of the army laying some three hours march east, spread over several square miles in hunting bands. Bands such as this one. His second, Na'ull, a gnoll of unusual size and strength, was the one who had turned to speak, his head held low.
"Lord." The lieutenants voice was low, bubbling excitement obvious in his tone. "The gate has fallen!"
For a moment, Rakath stood in silence, staring out over the bloody tableau laid in front of him. When the words finally came, they flowed in rich, cultured tones, ill at odds with the mouth they emerged from.
"Aye. So I see. It's about time we made ourselves known." Turning from the battle, Rakath met Na'ull's gaze with his own, the warlords single remaining eye full of fire.
"Na'ull, you lead a score and ten of the kin around the rear of the castle. Scale the walls and prevent their escape." A flash of white in the murk, teeth bared in a ferocious smile. "I will lead the others in a charge straight through the gates."
With a bark of agreement, Na'ull span, loping from the cover of the trees, thirty gnoll falling into step behind him. Satisfied, Rakath watched them leave, paws flexing in their gauntlets. Another of the warriors stepped forwards, drawing a bag from his shoulder and pulling the rough fabric from the contents. Dropping to one knee, the gnoll raised both hands, clutching at the helmet he now held as if it were a holy relic. Taking it from the soldier, Rakath held it high, then slowly lowered it over his head, the symbolic gesture watched by every one of the warriors at his side.
Without warning, Rakath let loose a bellowing roar, bursting from the treeline and bounding on all fours towards the battlelines. One hundred meters from the castle walls, he rose into a sprint, the eighteen gnoll warriors at his back arrayed in a loose arrowhead. These humans would soon know what it was they faced...
At the rear of the castle, Na'ull pressed close to the massive stone walls. He had seen no sentries posted as they'd skirted the edge of the castle. It was likely every one of the available soldiers had been pressed into defending the main gates.
In unison, three of the warriors stepped away from the wall, hurling grapnels into the air, each dropping over the wall and being pulled tight. Hopefully, the clink of steel on rock would go unnoticed amidst the din of battle. Not that it mattered anyway, if anyone did notice the band, by the time they put a solid defence together, it would be too late. Gripping the rope, Na'ull pulled himself upwards, claws digging into the wall for purchase and less than twenty seconds later he was sliding over the battlements, drawing his sword in the same smooth movement, the rest of his men following just as fast.
Storming in from the flank, a flash of grace in the chaos of battle caught Rakath's attention. One of the savage, a nightmarian widow, was locked in a duel with an absolutely massive human. For a moment, the human seemed to have the upper hand, one of his twin axes biting into the spider woman's armour. In response, Mercy simply curved her body into him in a movement clearly designed to give her some space. Spinning in the same fluid movement, the spiderlike warrior nimbly dodged away from the strike of another attacker, striking down with a macelike weapon, then launching a thick coil of webbing at the human berserker.
Seeing the opportunity for a challenge, Rakath changed direction, heading straight for the three champions, his charge tossing aside soldiers like ninepins. Ten feet from the human berserker, massive muscles bunched in his legs and Rakath leapt forwards, focused now on nothing but his target, left arm arcing round in a swipe set to tear the man in half if he couldnt find a way to stop it.
"Lord." The lieutenants voice was low, bubbling excitement obvious in his tone. "The gate has fallen!"
For a moment, Rakath stood in silence, staring out over the bloody tableau laid in front of him. When the words finally came, they flowed in rich, cultured tones, ill at odds with the mouth they emerged from.
"Aye. So I see. It's about time we made ourselves known." Turning from the battle, Rakath met Na'ull's gaze with his own, the warlords single remaining eye full of fire.
"Na'ull, you lead a score and ten of the kin around the rear of the castle. Scale the walls and prevent their escape." A flash of white in the murk, teeth bared in a ferocious smile. "I will lead the others in a charge straight through the gates."
With a bark of agreement, Na'ull span, loping from the cover of the trees, thirty gnoll falling into step behind him. Satisfied, Rakath watched them leave, paws flexing in their gauntlets. Another of the warriors stepped forwards, drawing a bag from his shoulder and pulling the rough fabric from the contents. Dropping to one knee, the gnoll raised both hands, clutching at the helmet he now held as if it were a holy relic. Taking it from the soldier, Rakath held it high, then slowly lowered it over his head, the symbolic gesture watched by every one of the warriors at his side.
Without warning, Rakath let loose a bellowing roar, bursting from the treeline and bounding on all fours towards the battlelines. One hundred meters from the castle walls, he rose into a sprint, the eighteen gnoll warriors at his back arrayed in a loose arrowhead. These humans would soon know what it was they faced...
At the rear of the castle, Na'ull pressed close to the massive stone walls. He had seen no sentries posted as they'd skirted the edge of the castle. It was likely every one of the available soldiers had been pressed into defending the main gates.
In unison, three of the warriors stepped away from the wall, hurling grapnels into the air, each dropping over the wall and being pulled tight. Hopefully, the clink of steel on rock would go unnoticed amidst the din of battle. Not that it mattered anyway, if anyone did notice the band, by the time they put a solid defence together, it would be too late. Gripping the rope, Na'ull pulled himself upwards, claws digging into the wall for purchase and less than twenty seconds later he was sliding over the battlements, drawing his sword in the same smooth movement, the rest of his men following just as fast.
Storming in from the flank, a flash of grace in the chaos of battle caught Rakath's attention. One of the savage, a nightmarian widow, was locked in a duel with an absolutely massive human. For a moment, the human seemed to have the upper hand, one of his twin axes biting into the spider woman's armour. In response, Mercy simply curved her body into him in a movement clearly designed to give her some space. Spinning in the same fluid movement, the spiderlike warrior nimbly dodged away from the strike of another attacker, striking down with a macelike weapon, then launching a thick coil of webbing at the human berserker.
Seeing the opportunity for a challenge, Rakath changed direction, heading straight for the three champions, his charge tossing aside soldiers like ninepins. Ten feet from the human berserker, massive muscles bunched in his legs and Rakath leapt forwards, focused now on nothing but his target, left arm arcing round in a swipe set to tear the man in half if he couldnt find a way to stop it.
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His barrage gambit had paid off. His axe had sliced a medium wound in her side, but it wouldn't be enough to bring her down, he knew that.
And then he was in the air, and found himself on the ground. Dazed, he struggled to regain control of his pounding head. What?... Zareth suddenly realized that he had no time to think. Looking from side to side, he located his other axe, far too distant to grab. So I'm down to three weapons now. Should be enough. But then Zareth saw the webbing aimed for him. Rolling away, he scrambled to his feet, narrowly escaping entrapment once again. Screams of surprise reached his ears, and he whipped around in time to see a massive gnoll charging straight for him. Instinctive "fight or flight" reflexes tried to battle the bloodlust, but they were unsuccessful. He hurled himself out of the way, one of the gnoll's claws ripping a chunk out of the sole of his right boot. He snatched up his axe from the ground, and shoved both of them through the loops at his waist. This sort of gnat requires a larger swatter.
"Be right with you, vermin.", he said mockingly.
Waving at the gnoll, he set off at a run towards his embedded sword. He reached it within seconds. Mustering his strength, he grabbed his prized sword with both hands on the hilt and ripped it from the earth. Spinning around, he held the sword with two hands, settling into his defensive stance again. He watched the monster keenly, the way a hunter studies dangerous game. He looked for some weak spot, and awaited his opponents move.
And then he was in the air, and found himself on the ground. Dazed, he struggled to regain control of his pounding head. What?... Zareth suddenly realized that he had no time to think. Looking from side to side, he located his other axe, far too distant to grab. So I'm down to three weapons now. Should be enough. But then Zareth saw the webbing aimed for him. Rolling away, he scrambled to his feet, narrowly escaping entrapment once again. Screams of surprise reached his ears, and he whipped around in time to see a massive gnoll charging straight for him. Instinctive "fight or flight" reflexes tried to battle the bloodlust, but they were unsuccessful. He hurled himself out of the way, one of the gnoll's claws ripping a chunk out of the sole of his right boot. He snatched up his axe from the ground, and shoved both of them through the loops at his waist. This sort of gnat requires a larger swatter.
"Be right with you, vermin.", he said mockingly.
Waving at the gnoll, he set off at a run towards his embedded sword. He reached it within seconds. Mustering his strength, he grabbed his prized sword with both hands on the hilt and ripped it from the earth. Spinning around, he held the sword with two hands, settling into his defensive stance again. He watched the monster keenly, the way a hunter studies dangerous game. He looked for some weak spot, and awaited his opponents move.
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The explosion brought her attention to the gate below her as dust and stone faired out into the courtyard and out into the open battle field the loud groan of the now metal door creaked and then the door toppled outward. ”Damn their souls to hell!” she snarled as she turned walked down the line of archers that were loading the arcane arrows.. it was too late though.. no magic had stopped the gate it was tampered with by someone from the inside, she almost wanted to burn every one of her own soldiers to kill the traitor.. yet her code stopped her, for all she knew one of the savages could have sent in someone to take care of the task. She watched as the armies poured forward towards the open gate. She could unleash her own magic.. or she could pull back.. the keep had a teleport system that linked them with the main body of the civilized forces.
She stood watching the hordes move, her eyes slid to Nhil as an armored form carried him like a rag doll through the gates amongst the chaos as well. Her eyes slid through the massive forces for the enemy General yet she could not spot his form. ”Hold the arrows!.. We would only be wasting them! Fall back to the circles! NOW! Take what weapons you can carry! Mages! Fall back! Fall back now! Prepare to burn the circles and as much of the keep as we can once our forces are at the circles!” She hated to retreat.. the Kings and Queens of the other nations would not be pleased with her failure.. it was not an important outpost, but it aided their transition into the plains.. without it they would have to journey for miles through Gnoll lands, which in itself was rather perilous.
Several horns exploded into sound calling to her troops to retreat. She watched as her red clad warriors pulled back into the fortress more the hordes already cutting down mages and swords man alike. She strolled casually over the outer edge of the battlements her hair tossing about her as she felt the shamans dispel the wall of flame that was about to come into play. Rage filled her, if Nhil had just followed orders she could have blow the hordes to ash, she could have lit the hills and the pains on fire with such a horrific blaze that it would have taken the savages months to regroup.. yet no.. Nhil had used magic.. he had summoned his minions.. and he had dashed out into the frey like a foolish child.. given he was younger then her.. but still.. there was no excuse.
Thick wild looking arrows sliced before her one slammed right for her side it would have easily sliced through her entire slight body, yet as it came near it bounced off some unseen force and slammed into a human not far away. She stepped over the body without pause her Dark Elf guard walking behind her just as casually. She could feel the teleporters charge, and her eyes slid down into the courtyard seeing Nhil looking up at her. She pointed towards the teleporters and glared at him with an expression that bordered on distain. Then a beautiful female Dark elf appeared before her and held her hand out towards Diloxi.
“It is ready my Queen.. please come with me.” Diloxi nodded and slid her hand out towards the beautiful white haired ebony skinned elf, the woman’s other hand slid to the guards side and they all three disappeared with a brilliant flash of light. Diloxi and her two attendants reappeared in the center of the teleportation circle with her other troops they would wait a bit longer for the others to gather.. yet not too long. The circle lay deep within the bowels of the keep it was under the outpost and inside it though the main body of the room lay under the Eastern side of the outpost.
”Sound the second warning.” she said calmly as one of the horn barriers not far from her nodded and pulled the ornate spiraled horn to his human lips. The second retreat signal sounded.. it would give her forces fiver more minutes before the circle would activate and the mages would blow this part of the keep into the next age with a torrent of flame that would turn metal and stone into a molten mass. It would also cave in most of the outer courtyard though it would leave the walls mostly intact.
Miralight smiled happily watching and then bounced back and forth grabbing the twisted branch that was the pen then the book. She began to scribble her own notes in the floating book as her eyes continued to watch the battle excitedly.
“Will you let me do my job!” The male voice snarled indignantly.
”You embellish too much!.. Keep with the details stop being so flippant and artsy!” she heard the first call to retreat and ignored it continuing to dodge this way and that under the feet and legs of larger foes that didn’t even seem to pay her any attention. It wasn’t long before her massive armored creation marched up behind her holding what looked like a huge metal club with huge metal spiked driven through it. The suite of rusted armor made her look tiny as it stood behind her. Her eyes continued to watch the fight and take notes.
“Unhand me! Just because I have a flair for writing doesn’t mean you need to take over!” The pen snarled as she continued to take notes of the Nightmarian before her and the two that she battled.
”OH come on!! You wrote! And I quote! ‘The necromancer closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of defeat’ ... tell me that isn’t over the top dramatic!” She announced as she continued to write the hulking armoured form at her back bashed those that might try and get in the way of protecting its creator.
“I rather thought it was beautiful and important to understanding the full scope of the battle.” The pen said sulkily.
”.. Oh come on!.. Details not drama! This is supposed to be a story about me remember! I’m the hero!” She announced grinning happily as her tiny form continued to watch the battle rage before her.. the second horn for retreat sounded and she continued to write.
“Aren’t we going to go soon?”
”I don’t think so why?”
“Ahhh so we aren’t left behind?”
”Don’t worry! I’ll just use my Amazing utterly powerful spell of Poofery!”
“You can’t be serious!.. You know what happened last time!” The pen cried out in a panicked voice as the huge armoured construct at her back swung its massive club and took a Gnoll’s head off of its shoulders resettling over Miralight.
”Oh come on! Where is your sense of adventure!?” the pen whimpered and Miralight began walking forward towards Mercy and her combatants to get a little better look the suit of armor at her back pulled its maw over its shoulder and walked with a loud grind of metal.
She stood watching the hordes move, her eyes slid to Nhil as an armored form carried him like a rag doll through the gates amongst the chaos as well. Her eyes slid through the massive forces for the enemy General yet she could not spot his form. ”Hold the arrows!.. We would only be wasting them! Fall back to the circles! NOW! Take what weapons you can carry! Mages! Fall back! Fall back now! Prepare to burn the circles and as much of the keep as we can once our forces are at the circles!” She hated to retreat.. the Kings and Queens of the other nations would not be pleased with her failure.. it was not an important outpost, but it aided their transition into the plains.. without it they would have to journey for miles through Gnoll lands, which in itself was rather perilous.
Several horns exploded into sound calling to her troops to retreat. She watched as her red clad warriors pulled back into the fortress more the hordes already cutting down mages and swords man alike. She strolled casually over the outer edge of the battlements her hair tossing about her as she felt the shamans dispel the wall of flame that was about to come into play. Rage filled her, if Nhil had just followed orders she could have blow the hordes to ash, she could have lit the hills and the pains on fire with such a horrific blaze that it would have taken the savages months to regroup.. yet no.. Nhil had used magic.. he had summoned his minions.. and he had dashed out into the frey like a foolish child.. given he was younger then her.. but still.. there was no excuse.
Thick wild looking arrows sliced before her one slammed right for her side it would have easily sliced through her entire slight body, yet as it came near it bounced off some unseen force and slammed into a human not far away. She stepped over the body without pause her Dark Elf guard walking behind her just as casually. She could feel the teleporters charge, and her eyes slid down into the courtyard seeing Nhil looking up at her. She pointed towards the teleporters and glared at him with an expression that bordered on distain. Then a beautiful female Dark elf appeared before her and held her hand out towards Diloxi.
“It is ready my Queen.. please come with me.” Diloxi nodded and slid her hand out towards the beautiful white haired ebony skinned elf, the woman’s other hand slid to the guards side and they all three disappeared with a brilliant flash of light. Diloxi and her two attendants reappeared in the center of the teleportation circle with her other troops they would wait a bit longer for the others to gather.. yet not too long. The circle lay deep within the bowels of the keep it was under the outpost and inside it though the main body of the room lay under the Eastern side of the outpost.
”Sound the second warning.” she said calmly as one of the horn barriers not far from her nodded and pulled the ornate spiraled horn to his human lips. The second retreat signal sounded.. it would give her forces fiver more minutes before the circle would activate and the mages would blow this part of the keep into the next age with a torrent of flame that would turn metal and stone into a molten mass. It would also cave in most of the outer courtyard though it would leave the walls mostly intact.
Miralight smiled happily watching and then bounced back and forth grabbing the twisted branch that was the pen then the book. She began to scribble her own notes in the floating book as her eyes continued to watch the battle excitedly.
“Will you let me do my job!” The male voice snarled indignantly.
”You embellish too much!.. Keep with the details stop being so flippant and artsy!” she heard the first call to retreat and ignored it continuing to dodge this way and that under the feet and legs of larger foes that didn’t even seem to pay her any attention. It wasn’t long before her massive armored creation marched up behind her holding what looked like a huge metal club with huge metal spiked driven through it. The suite of rusted armor made her look tiny as it stood behind her. Her eyes continued to watch the fight and take notes.
“Unhand me! Just because I have a flair for writing doesn’t mean you need to take over!” The pen snarled as she continued to take notes of the Nightmarian before her and the two that she battled.
”OH come on!! You wrote! And I quote! ‘The necromancer closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of defeat’ ... tell me that isn’t over the top dramatic!” She announced as she continued to write the hulking armoured form at her back bashed those that might try and get in the way of protecting its creator.
“I rather thought it was beautiful and important to understanding the full scope of the battle.” The pen said sulkily.
”.. Oh come on!.. Details not drama! This is supposed to be a story about me remember! I’m the hero!” She announced grinning happily as her tiny form continued to watch the battle rage before her.. the second horn for retreat sounded and she continued to write.
“Aren’t we going to go soon?”
”I don’t think so why?”
“Ahhh so we aren’t left behind?”
”Don’t worry! I’ll just use my Amazing utterly powerful spell of Poofery!”
“You can’t be serious!.. You know what happened last time!” The pen cried out in a panicked voice as the huge armoured construct at her back swung its massive club and took a Gnoll’s head off of its shoulders resettling over Miralight.
”Oh come on! Where is your sense of adventure!?” the pen whimpered and Miralight began walking forward towards Mercy and her combatants to get a little better look the suit of armor at her back pulled its maw over its shoulder and walked with a loud grind of metal.
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Alexandria ran directly at her foe, aquiring a roar out of sheer guts as she charged the arachnid woman. She was ready to strike, alongside of her berserker ally...when all of a sudden, her foe turned to her, almost instantly, and snatched her up within her tight spiderlike vice. Alex squirmed under this grip, barely able to move herself. "L-let go of me, you...you fou-" Her sentence was cut short by the huge walloping "Smack" that sounded as her roped ball smashed into her back, filling the air with the sounds of bone cracking. She was then almost launched away from the half-spider, and hit the ground, which certainly didn't help her new broken bones. She screamed, her hands writhing, and dropping her own weapon mid-air. It clattered away somewhere....she couldn't tell well. She was in too much pain to care right at that moment.... She wanted to roll on the ground, and hold her ribs, the pain jabbed and speared within her...she was more than sure her ribs had been broken...and her lung probably had been speared by her own bones....
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there on the ground. Something ran through her...adreniline, most likely.... She felt the daggers of her wounds numb untill she could feel them as pinpricks... She couldn't die like this...she just couldn't....She had to do something....But what? He weapon was who knew where.... Out of sheer will she forced herself to roll over....and she saw it. Not her weapon...but a weapon that she could use... An orcish cleaver sword.... Her arm reached out, and the ground in front of her ...and mustering her strength, she pulled herself towards the blade. Arm after arm, handful of dirt after handful of dirt, she was going to make it to this blade.... And she was going to give that spider harlot something for...
She finally reached the blade, her fingers wraping around the crude leather handle. And the weapon was clearly made for an orc: It had fair heft to it for a one handed weapon...perfect for cleaving through armor. But she looked over. An entire swarth of Gnolls came rushing along, towards the open gates. This was perfect...but it was going to be so painful...but anything to get back at that Spider. The gnolls came around, and began to swarm over her. They surprisingly didn't stomp her into the ground as they ran by, just jumped her or so...but this was good. A few gave a trample, but it didn't matter...her body was still numb from it's painkillers. She was almost directly between the spider woman and her target; the other warrior. Hopefully, she would try to tread through the stream of Gnolls, and to her foe...completely forgetting about her presence... if this worked....she would get a taste of revenge before she died...
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lay there on the ground. Something ran through her...adreniline, most likely.... She felt the daggers of her wounds numb untill she could feel them as pinpricks... She couldn't die like this...she just couldn't....She had to do something....But what? He weapon was who knew where.... Out of sheer will she forced herself to roll over....and she saw it. Not her weapon...but a weapon that she could use... An orcish cleaver sword.... Her arm reached out, and the ground in front of her ...and mustering her strength, she pulled herself towards the blade. Arm after arm, handful of dirt after handful of dirt, she was going to make it to this blade.... And she was going to give that spider harlot something for...
She finally reached the blade, her fingers wraping around the crude leather handle. And the weapon was clearly made for an orc: It had fair heft to it for a one handed weapon...perfect for cleaving through armor. But she looked over. An entire swarth of Gnolls came rushing along, towards the open gates. This was perfect...but it was going to be so painful...but anything to get back at that Spider. The gnolls came around, and began to swarm over her. They surprisingly didn't stomp her into the ground as they ran by, just jumped her or so...but this was good. A few gave a trample, but it didn't matter...her body was still numb from it's painkillers. She was almost directly between the spider woman and her target; the other warrior. Hopefully, she would try to tread through the stream of Gnolls, and to her foe...completely forgetting about her presence... if this worked....she would get a taste of revenge before she died...
OOC Notes
OOC Notes
All of the Jakal people had treaded past her, and she had came across a few new pawprints on her light armor. Her broken body refused to give in...it was times like this, she was proud to be her father's daughter... Her head rolled over to make sure noone else saw her...and even the Spider woman, as her target...was completely unaware.... This was her chance. Her twiggy limbs began to push themselves up off the ground...as quietly as she could. The pain sparked to life in her chest as her broken ribs again stabbed her every movement. But she was not going to stop.
She barely managed to stumble to her feet, gripping the orc blade in both hands. She began to slowly stumble her way towards the monstrosity. Rage boiled under her skin. She wanted to murder this bitch...she wanted to hear her screamed. Be damned, she was going to get a good shot at her if that was the last thing she did.
Her steps were off balance, and she stumbled every few steps. Her balance was thrown off, and her vision was blurring from bloodloss. Internal bleeding was causing this, she knew...but she was going to get that Nightmarian....she neared her target, almost tripping over the bodies of her allies.... Her heart thumped like a drum...it hurt her that it did... she was afraid that the Spider would hear her...but there was far too much going on for her to single out just one person's footsteps...especially since she was distracted with...doing...only hell knows with a castle caster... She got mere inches from the woman, staying just back enough that she stayed from her 180 field view.... It was time.
Alexandria's body curled up, massing together every muscle it could bear to gather under such extreme pain. Like a baseball hitter, her body twisted to the side and brought the blade out beside her. Her body began to massively unwind, as if she would spin if there was nothing hampering her blade's trajectory.... Oh but there was! The blade lashed out, in a terrible diagonal sweep, trying to rend the woman's arm off just above the bicep. Just before the blade met it's target, literall nanoseconds before the blade would meet flesh....she would scream out with all her remaining might, a large cough of blood following....
((OOC: By the way, this entire post goes so EPICLY with 0:44 to 2:12 of this music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fwLWheM ... re=related
EPICLY! I'm sorry. It's so epic, I couldn't wait to post it in the OOC boards. ))
She barely managed to stumble to her feet, gripping the orc blade in both hands. She began to slowly stumble her way towards the monstrosity. Rage boiled under her skin. She wanted to murder this bitch...she wanted to hear her screamed. Be damned, she was going to get a good shot at her if that was the last thing she did.
Her steps were off balance, and she stumbled every few steps. Her balance was thrown off, and her vision was blurring from bloodloss. Internal bleeding was causing this, she knew...but she was going to get that Nightmarian....she neared her target, almost tripping over the bodies of her allies.... Her heart thumped like a drum...it hurt her that it did... she was afraid that the Spider would hear her...but there was far too much going on for her to single out just one person's footsteps...especially since she was distracted with...doing...only hell knows with a castle caster... She got mere inches from the woman, staying just back enough that she stayed from her 180 field view.... It was time.
Alexandria's body curled up, massing together every muscle it could bear to gather under such extreme pain. Like a baseball hitter, her body twisted to the side and brought the blade out beside her. Her body began to massively unwind, as if she would spin if there was nothing hampering her blade's trajectory.... Oh but there was! The blade lashed out, in a terrible diagonal sweep, trying to rend the woman's arm off just above the bicep. Just before the blade met it's target, literall nanoseconds before the blade would meet flesh....she would scream out with all her remaining might, a large cough of blood following....
((OOC: By the way, this entire post goes so EPICLY with 0:44 to 2:12 of this music. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fwLWheM ... re=related
EPICLY! I'm sorry. It's so epic, I couldn't wait to post it in the OOC boards. ))
OOC Notes
A horn bellowed over the plains. It roused Zareth from his bloodlust and rage. He shook his head violently, and felt the fatigue that the aftereffects of the rage would bring. He contemplated the horn's meaning. A call to retreat perhaps? This could only mean one thing. We're falling back to what remains of the city, or else we're going somewhere else entirely. I'm partially hoping it's the latter. This is a lost city. As quickly as he could, he searched the ground for the kilt, but found it stuck too fast to the ground by the webbing to retrieve. The same was for his cloak. A pity. I rather liked those. Struggling to hold his sword in one hand, he ran for the broken city.
Warriors of every race scrambled towards the city, shouting incoherently. Some unfortunate ones were trampled by the mass exodus to the circles. As Zareth crossed the threshold of the city, he saw a scene that was just as shocking as the battlefield outside. Women were screaming, children were crying, all scrambling to save themselves. His heart yearned to help, but he had to put himself before the entire city. He did have a contract to fulfill, after all. Following the mass of people, which he could easily see over, he made his way to the circles. He felt like a steer in the slaughterhouse. Scanning for the mage or mages in charge of the retreat, he couldn't find anyone. He just waited for the order to leave, and would follow it without hesitation.
"Shit.", he panted. "The spider has escaped, but I still live. Maybe I will best her in the far far future." He leaned on his sword, waiting for instructions.
Warriors of every race scrambled towards the city, shouting incoherently. Some unfortunate ones were trampled by the mass exodus to the circles. As Zareth crossed the threshold of the city, he saw a scene that was just as shocking as the battlefield outside. Women were screaming, children were crying, all scrambling to save themselves. His heart yearned to help, but he had to put himself before the entire city. He did have a contract to fulfill, after all. Following the mass of people, which he could easily see over, he made his way to the circles. He felt like a steer in the slaughterhouse. Scanning for the mage or mages in charge of the retreat, he couldn't find anyone. He just waited for the order to leave, and would follow it without hesitation.
"Shit.", he panted. "The spider has escaped, but I still live. Maybe I will best her in the far far future." He leaned on his sword, waiting for instructions.
The Gift: Out Of Character (OOC)
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I will be posting today unless getting my character oriented is not allowed.... considering they are still stuck back at neava's actions technically
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I have a question.
Where are all the characters that have recently been submitted? Including mine? I want to read the profiles but they aren't there.
Where are all the characters that have recently been submitted? Including mine? I want to read the profiles but they aren't there.
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Alrighty ladies and gents, that's the end of the first chapter! Gratz on a job well done!
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Sorry for the inactivity - w- been semi-busy. I'll get something up either today or tommorow!
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Yep! I is special o.O hehe!
Ohh well! at least I noticed I did it and erased the extras *kicks the site for glitching and then kicks me for not hitting the back button far enough before hitting refresh twice*
Ohh well! at least I noticed I did it and erased the extras *kicks the site for glitching and then kicks me for not hitting the back button far enough before hitting refresh twice*
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I'm planning on posting, I just need to get with hunter to work something out with Dani.. I guess I can post for Mira until then though! *huggles*
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Guys you have to get Google Chrome. If the site dies when you post your message, just go back and it'll be all there for you.
Or just copy-paste the work elsewhere.
Or just copy-paste the work elsewhere.
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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.
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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.
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pft rope doll? Mantis might be a better fit to do something but he is currently engaged so
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Submitted a new character.
I think you're going to strangle the dragon to death with the rope doll.
I think you're going to strangle the dragon to death with the rope doll.
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I've developed an interesting (or just stupid) idea to incapacitate (maybe even defeat) Heliotheris and really piss him off. It involves one of the dolls Magnum saved. Go ahead and try to guess what I'm thinking. You'll never get it right. Mehehehehehehehehehe!
