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"This world, it sickens me" Krogith Mutters, "each day passes on like a month...I want to destroy it all...I want it all gone...I hate this..." He roared, staring at one of his guards, before impaling him with a swipe of his hand, a blade of shadows coming out of his arm, extending through the guards neck and armor. blood splattering everywhere. "Thats what I wish I could do to the world" he muttered silently... "thats...what...I...wish..." he muttered dosing off, in his throne.

Ssyn laid sleeping in a cave. He had been out all night looking for any villages to get supplies and possibly tell him where he was. All The Unwanted told him was that he was transfered to a different world. but he didnt say which one. There was nothing in there even hinting on what he should do to survive in this new world. Ssyn wondered if this could possibly be a test of some sort. If it was, it didnt make sense to Ssyn. So he had decided to play it by ear and feel his way around until he could figure out the reason why he was sent here. til then, he was content enough to stay in his newfound shelter and sleep.

Fizzle Trailback was tinkering in his private laboratory which was inside his garage. He was nearly done with a grand invention. He would use it to hold parchment and other things together. He would call it "Super-Sticky-Stuff-That-Sticks-Things-Together-Like-Membranes." It would be a big hit, and he would get rich. This was how Fizzle regarded all of his inventions. He fixed a few things in the formula and frought it to The Engineers Guild where he was greeted by Heck Rebs. "Hello, Heck. How are you?"

"I'm doing great Fizzle. What have ya got there?" Heck eyed Fizzle's experiment with curiosity.

"Ah, as my mother would say. A day is a day is a day. Ain't nothing gonna change that." Fizzle commented before answering Heck's question. "It's a compound that will hold any two things together."

"It looks like glue." Commented Heck.

Fizzle's jaw dropped open. "What is this glue you speak of!?"

"It's white pasty stuff that holds paper and such together. The humans make it." Replied Heck.

Curses, thought Fizzle, they've made this too... "Well Heck, I suppose I should head back an-- What in the name of Felindra is that!?" Fizzle yelled, pointing to where a large blue battle tank was. Felindra was the gnome goddess of wrenches. Once mistakenly thought to be the goddess of wenches. Carrying on. Fizzle was perplexed. There were no war machines in motion in Lambroda, not since... well, never. There were war machines in Lambroda, but this tank was heading towards Lambroda.

Heck, who was an elderly Gnome replied. "Oh gosh, oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! We must assemble the population. We're going to have a battle on out hands. Those are the colors of Hestu."

Fizzle just stared. Now he realized the blue and yellow. Lambroda was being attacked.
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Schellia Herotus paced back and forth. Not because she was worried or had anything particularly grave on her mind, but because she was bored and impatient. Her assassin should be present any second and she wanted that report. True, she had other things to work on. Her armies were currently attacking a small gnome city. She had no doubt her armies would thwart it in a matter of hours, her armies were superior to anything the gnomes could possibly hope to throw at her. Schellia laughed. Conquering cities was amusing. Suddenly a shadow was present. Schellia turned around. "Do not sneak up on me, Jihad."

"All apologies, my Queen, but I bring dire news and did not wish to pass the inspection of every guard on my way here." Jihad answered.

"Dire news?" Schellia raised an eybrow. "Spit." Schellia did not like stalling. If there was dire news, she'd rather it just be said.

"Err, yes, my Queen. There are three cities to the east of Hestu. Yart, Menule, and Beligroff. They have created an alliance and plan to attack by the 'morrow."

"Huh." Schellia said, walking over so that her mouth was near Jihad's ear. "Do you think they pose a threat to my armies?" She whispered and then laughed obnoxiously.

Jihad winced, not knowing how he should respond. "Of course not, but we should destroy them. They... taint your world, my Queen."

"You mean they are becoming a nuissance. Well, we couldn't have that, could we?" Schellia asked.

"Of course not, my Queen. What would you have me do?"

"Destroy them. Bring me the heads of their leaders. I should like more wall ornaments, don't you agree, Jihad?" Schellia laughed wickedly as she looked upon her wall at all the fools she had slain.

"Yes, my Queen. The armies shall bring you three new editions soon enough." Like a flash of lightning, Jihad was gone.

Schellia sighed and sat back. By the morning, she would own a gnome city and be on her way to capturing three more cities.

"Hhhhmmmm...Hestu....Hes...tu..." Krogith mumbled, tweadling his fingers together, whilest sitting on his thrown. "Honostly...they dont seem like a threat" He continued "I could destroy them... but I wont, its much funner to play, then kill..." He laughed hestarically.

"Borick! Assemble my Army Summoning stones and tools!" Roared Krogith towards the outside door. In his thrown room everything was very dark, with chains hanging everywhere with skeletons and decaying bodys hanging from them. The door could barely be seen untill it was rushed open, and the imense light poored into the chamber, along with two orcs charging in with a large table assorted with demonic tools. "Thank you..." Krogith mumbled, "You're very welcome my lord!" Borick said politely while bowing, then leaving the room shutting the door...leaving zero light except for Krogiths one large flame beside his chair, and the now developing flame on his newly established table.

"Now to find out what I want to do next..." Krogith thought to himself.

Her hair was in her eyes again, and it bothered her.

Sitting on a small boulder, Syhoitta was deep in the woods, surrounded by oak and elm, tens of feet high, towering tall over her average sized frame. Pulling her waist length blue tresses over her shoulders, she continued braiding, a long sigh escaping passed her masked lips: she sat as she always did, with her ankles crossed, her cloak tight, her hood down, and her mask on.

The satin covering gleamed in the dappled light, the teal across her lower visage obvious in the cool shade of the forest. It draped high over her nose and down, tight, along and under her chin. It knotted simply at the back of her neck, securing it to her frame. The teal fabric was an ever reminding symbol of her predicament: an elf, though somewhat appealing to the eye, was refused the blessing of speech at birth. She was a mute. And she wore the mask as a reminder of her shame, as a constant, self-inflicting wound.

She was highly bored and had made her way to the woods in an effort to leave the material world behind her. She had heard stories of armies and wars and attacks in nearby areas, but she believed none of it. The men in town were always conjuring up stories of eminent danger to entertain themselves; they chatted as much, if not more, than the women in the village. Tapping her foot, she eyed the surrounding foliage and birds that had alighted the branches close to her. Would anything interesting happen? Would something happen soon so that she could be saved from this boredem? She slouched forward, head bowed, and waited for a miracle: a miracle that would bring something, anything, exciting.

The Gnomes of Lambroda were flabergasted. Why would Hestu attack them? They had done nothing to anger Hestu, not that they could remember anyway. Vague memories of accidental gas leaks and explosions came to mind. But nothing toooo drastic. certainly nothing to start a war over.

The battle tank, which was ironically built by gnomes, was the only tank there, it was meant to frighten, not fight. The long rows of Hestu soldiers were behind the tank. They were meant to frighten and also fight, and also kill. And kill they did. They burned gnome buildings and houses, they slaughtered the gnome "soldiers" which were really just civilian gnomes with steak knives and they just brought Chaos upon the gnome city of Lambroda.

Fizzle Trailback had livedin Lambroda all his life, but even he knew what a lost cause was when he saw one. And he was seeing one now. He yelled to all the gnomes to quickly retreat into the forest, the soldiers might have came only for the city and not chase the gnomes into the thick forest where there were bound to be elven arrows.

So the gnomes ran into the forest, trying to be quiet, trying to find refuge. They all sat under a few large trees and crossed their fingers, praying to Felindra to spare their souls. When Fizzle Trailback looked around, he spotted an elf. She was pretty as all elves are (Or most rather, there was one story about an elf man so ugly his country disowned him and not even the lowliest of ale houses would serve him) and she wore a mask. Fizzle wondered why. As a gnome inventor, he knew masks were used to hide things. Fizzle approached the elf lady and asked, "Oh hello, milady, our city is being attacked right now. Do you know of any nearby cities that are not currently under attack and would harbor us for awhile?"
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Schellia had a map rolled out on her large ornate desk. It was a map of the world. She smiled. She wanted it. At first, she had only wanted her own life, then she wanted to control armies, but that simply wasn't enough. What is an army without an objective? What is a soldier without practice? She wanted larger armies, larger plots of land, more control. It wouldn't do to have a brilliant army and nowhere to send them anyways. Schellia heard a knock at her door. "Come in." She said with slight irritation, she was busy contemplating.

A small man walked into the room. She remembered him from a previous messenging errand and motioned for him to speak. "M-my Queen, it is an h-honor to t-tell, errr, inform you, of your conquest at L-Lambroda." Schellia nodded and waved him away. The man skittered from the room, glad to be gone. Schellia smiled. The Gnome city was hers now.

Her immediate reaction was to run; she didn't recognize this creature and he, for by its presence and deep voice she assumed it was a he, was rather too forward for her liking. She gathered her feet close to her form as she spun about, gazing at the gnome with true and honest surprise. Her purple orbs were wide as she stared down at him, the thick, loose braid draped casually over a single shoulder. She tilted her slender visage to the side as she contemplated his request: surely he hadn't just said that his town had been attacked...

It was as if a veil was lifted over her wide eyes: the men, in the village, they weren't rumors, they were truth. She immediately straightened and slid off the face of the boulder, her lithe frame coming to stand next to the gnome. She looked about, noticing a few others of his kind, skittering about, obviously upset and anxious. She glanced over her shoulder, staring towards the town she had resided in for the past few years, wondering if it was best to send them to such a small village. She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully before turning about and nodded.

She extended her hand and motioned towards herself, as if saying for him to follow her. She quickly made her way to the town, half walking, half jogging, continually glancing back to make sure the others were following.

"Hmph" Diseren said as she watched the War Machine pass by, she was invisible to the naked eye but she didn't care she just wanted to watch the War Machine on its travels, if it turned and looked to where she was, she would attack it "I guess it isn't bothered about me" she whispered to herself she moved with speed looking at the War Machine, she had no idea where she was headed but when she reached her destination she saw a small gnome stood there looking at her. (or so she thought - The Gnomes fizzle btw) She undid her bow and aimed it at the little gnomes head before she knew it the gnome had looked away oh it was looking at the War Machine she thought to herself.

"My lordship! I have something to announce to you!" Came the words of Krogith's 'War-Watcher', "What is it..." He sighed to the Watcher. "The Gnome city of Lambroda was just recently attacked and conquered by Hestu!" He exclaimed. "Hhhhmmm...so....they like to pick on the little guy...so do I...and clearly my land out sizes them greatly" Krogith laughed evily to himself, "leave me to my self, Watcher, and return to duty!" He ordered.

Getting up, then slowly limping to his summoning desk, Krogith decide's which armys to conjur, and what battle plan to use. "Let's use the Vein Rippers for recon...Vangards for main battling...hhhmmm...Blood Imps for ranged combat...and the ShadeDestroyer to carry them via air..." He thought to himself. Grabbing his book, he started chanting, in order to summon the requested line-ups (and magical machine).

Vein Rippers, are in looks, basicly undead decaying elves, with blades for hands, very dark and sinister, normal strenghs as any human, but with weakened power, and hightened agility and speed.

Vangards, are brutes, giant magical rock montsers, like golems, very powerful and big, but extremely slow, they have a weakspot, slicing where there head rock connects to there body rock is (in the magical glow area) brings them down quickly.

Blood Imps are all around small and weak, but have very strong ranged skills (Magical bows they make out of magic obviously) and very good, pin point accuracy.

Shade Destroyers, are giant floating rocks with blood-like veins running through it, it floats and has the ability to transport anything like a normal vehicle via teleporting them inside of itself. It can carry large armys and is very large. almost imposible to break, but has 0 offensive skills.

"This will take much time...I shall be done by night fall" Krogith grunted...

Fizzle Trailback wondered briefly why the elven woman would not speak to him, but he realized it was more important to keep moving. He motioned for his people to follow the elven lady. His people stumbled on sticks and stones, not used to traveling in the forest. After all, they cut down their trees to use in inventions. They approached what could have been considered a village. It was a small, humble village. Fizzle Trailback thought it looked nice. Of course, being a gnome, he was disheartened to see no plumes of black smoke billowing from buildings.

Realizing the village was too small to provide shelter for them all, Fizzle took a small, metal box from his pocket, showed it to the elven lady and smiled. "Watch this, lass." He said to her as he miraculously put his hand inside the box. He pulled out an old bicycle. "No no... that was wrong... Lemme try again..." Two more tries later, having pulled out an inefficient gun and a squash, Fizzle managed to pull out a giant aluminum tent. "Yeah, that's what I was going for... We can sleep in this here tent." He said, proud that he was self efficient. But then he heard his stomach growl. He looked at the sky, it was getting a bit darker. "Errr, I don't think there's any food in this cube... that's a plastic squash."
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Schellia had alot of work to do. She always had alot of work to do. That's why she is seldom included in battles anymore. Right now, Schellia was looking over and signing documents. They dealt with taxes, rations, laws... anything a leader needed to create in order to run a country. Some may say that Schellia is a bit... barbaric... in her warfare. But that was just until she seized the town, city, or country. Once it was hers, she saw to it that everything was in order. After all, Schellia did not want an uprising, she wanted a decent empire, not a wartorn blotch of oppressed and angry people. She wanted soldiers, not slaves. So she had alot of work to do in the way of Lambroda. Apparently all the gnomes were gone, either killed or on the run. She didn't care which. The place was hers. And there was something that made her attack Lambroda, something she wanted.

Schellia was nearly done with paperwork when she heard a slight shift in the winds. She turned around. "Jihad."

"A thousand apologies, my Queen. I have returned from the Gnome city of Lambroda. Your soldiers did as you asked and left every Gnome workshop and laboratory and garage unharmed."

"Have you found what I wanted?" Schellia asked. She already knew her soldiers did exactly as she asked. They always did.

"Yes, my Queen. Though I do not understand how a simple block of metal will help any." Jihad said, honest.

Schellia smiled wryly. "You do not need to understand." She said, but seeing as how Jihad was just about to apologize, she stopped him. "But I shall show you. You see this?" Schellia took the "block of metal" and stuck her hand, which was very much larger than the block, into it.

Jihad's eyes widened. "My Queen--That is--magic?" He stuttered.

Schellia smiled. "No, Jihad. It's technology. Now, imagine how this could assist our armies."

Jihad smiled wryly in realization. "I suppose that's why you wanted the schematics too." He handed over the papers.

Schellia nodded. "Now, where is Comcard? He should have been back before you, Jihad."

Jihad looked down. "I have not seen him, my Queen."

"What?"

"I do not know where he is, my Queen."

"Huh" Said Schellia, pacing once or twice. "I want all phalanx units at the borders, you will go order Kel and Hyra to find Comcard. The guards probably just got him again for throwing dirks into the kitchen walls... but you never know. I want him here asap."

~Weather: Starting to drizzle Time: Nightfall (around 6-8pm)~

Krogith, standing at his window, watched row after row of minion pile into the ShadeDestroyer. "My summoning is done...and my army is ready...mwuahahahahaha.." He laughed meniacally. Soon afterwards, they were all on board, Krogith himself, just used his teleportation to put himself on board, Then gave his orders. afterwards the giant stone slowly started creeping through the sky, heading towards Hestu.

"The reckening is here...and I can see this being a worthy battle..." Krogith thought quietly, watching the land fly by his feet.

As they approached the village she motioned towards it, gazing back at the gnome to make sure he was still wandering behind her. The look upon her slender face was unsure: the town was small and most likely wouldn't house all of the gnomes. She wanted to help, wanted to do something proactive, especially since the war she thought was a rumor turned out to be real. Could she have saved anyone if she had believed the men earlier? Could something have been prevented because of her actions? Suddenly, Syhoitta felt very, very upset. How dare she not have stopped this whole thing from happening?

Her thoughts were brought back to the present as the male before her present a small object. Syhoitta's purplish orbs widened as the gnome pulled out the small shiny box. She leaned forward, her entire form hovering over the metal cube as she stared at it, completely curious as to what it held or would do. Her lengthy hair slipped over her shoulder and tickled the outside of the gnome's hand. It wasn't until he pulled a bicycle out of the palm-sized box that Syhoitta took multiple steps backwards, complete surprise plastered upon her visage. She brought her slender arms about her mid section, hugging them close to comfort herself against this odd creation the gnome held.

She nodded, unsuredly, as he finally retrieved the tent and offered it as a solution. She gazed at her feet as she pondered, and finally looked back up, pointing with her chin in the direction of a small clearing near the main road that would allow the gnomes to rest for the night.

Fizzle Trailback nodded as the girl pointed to a clearing that would fit the Gnomes' large tent. Fizzle told the elven lady, "My name is Fizzle Trailback. You may have heard of me, I'm a brilliant inventor." He said, proud of himself despite the fact that all his inventions had been failures. Fizzle placed the metal cube back inside his pocket, patting it lovingly. Hi father had helped create the cube. Fizzle sighed as he remembered the destruction of his city. The laboratories were probably burnt when they left, the schematics for the cube probably turned to ash. But there was no time to dwell on what cannot be changed.

Fizzle took the rest of his people to the clearing and they all started setting up the aluminum tent. It was aluminum because the metallic look made the gnomes feel more invited, made it feel like home. They started to hammer in spikes with their fists, not having a hammer. Those, too, were at the labs. Fizzle looked at who had made it out alive. His friend Heck was there and so were Nat and Gell Turner, twins that were now without a mother. About 20 other gnomes too. Fizzle took out a leather book from his other pocket and opened it up.

When things get torn down, just rebuild them. When things get burnt down, it ain't no different. Only difference is that when things are burnt down, there's less mess to deal with

It was his mothers diary. Fizzle's mom always had something useful to say, even in death.
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"There is a gian--"

"This is the third time today, Jihad!" Schellia said, irritated that he kept dodging protocol. She did not hear his cut-off sentence.

"I--I apologize, my Queen, but this is urgent!" Jihad was anxious, and looked quite exhausted. He would have fallen on the floor if he didn't think that would be improper.

"As is everything you tell me, it seems--" Schellia was cut-off.

"THERE IS A GIANT ROCK IN THE SKY AND ITS HEADED THIS WAY!!" Jihad said, exasperated, but then he realized what he had done. "My Queen I--"

Schellia was utterly surprised when Jihad interupted her so abruptly. He had never done so before. Hearing his outrageous claim, she decided he must be insane. She waved away his apology. "There is a WHAT in the sky?"

"A giant rock. It's most certainly headed this way. It was a ways away... probably 30 minutes away, my Queen."

"Are you insane, have you been smoking the Lootrey weed?" Schellia asked, scrutinizingly. The Lootrey weed was a plant found in bogs, it made people silly in the head.

"No, my Queen! There is a giant rock just over yonder hill!" Jihad said, motioning towards the direction of the hill."

Schellia walked out of her door and into the hall, motioned to the nearest guard. "I know you have the phalanx units in position. I want the cavalry and most importantly, my archer companies at their stations. I also want my war mages. All of them. I don't want them on top of the castle, I want them divided among the watch towers and at each sector along the borders. I want all of the infantry present to either take up arms in the phalanx or surround the perimeter of the castle." The guard nodded sharply and did what he was ordered to do, quite hurriedly in fact.

"Jihad, you will show me this 'giant rock'" Schellia started walking towards the main door.

"Of course, my Queen, but what of my men?" Jihad asked. He meant the assassins and spies, of course. Schellia thought for a second before responding. "We still have not found Comcard."

"We'll find Comcard later. Silios!" Schellia yelled at a nearby person who looked like a civilian. "Get the assassins and spies, take them to the throne room and have them hide. If anyone comes in who isn't me or one of our mn, you kill them." Schellia saw that the boy had heard and opened the door to go outside. It was raining a bit, Schellia didn't care.

Schellia looked left and right, "Where is this giant rock?" Jihad pointed, and Schellia moved to the far end of her ranks. She had to squint to see. "Oh my..." Schellia saw the giant rock and fingered the metal cube in her pocket. "It's a shame this did not happen tomorrow, Jihad. I suppose it's time to test this thing." She took the cube out of her pocket and went back to redirect orders.

In ten minutes, all infantry, cavalry, war mages, and royal knights would not be visible. The only thing visible will be a very robust line of phalanx units. All that would be present on the grounds were archers, artillery manners and the phalanx units. Schellia smiled. The cube could hold so much. Timing was everything, however. She hoped she got it right. Schellia got a horse for both herself and Jihad. She did not trust the Phalanx commanders to defend her if need be, their job was to defend the border. Schellia watched the small grain turn into a pebble and grow larger.

The rock slowly crept closer to the kingdom, almost in reach of its destination, soon, rows and rows of each demonic minnion would be poored into the kingdom, and city.

Using his telepothy, Krogith told all of his soldiers to not kill the king/queen. He wanted him/her for himself, and couldn't wait to bring down the hammer of defeat on his foe.

Now at the destination, the rock took its stop, and it then shot out a large light straight into the middle of the city, afterwards hundreds of demons started pooring out of the rock, and onto the land, Krogith, staying behind for now.

~ I'm going to treat this like a 1on1 fight, so same rules apply, its just on a much...much larger scale ^-^ and since i'm the one coming first, you get first attack ~

Schellia watched in awe as hundreds and hundres of demon-like beings poured out of the rock. The rock was very much more large than it had first appeared. Schellia's hand tightened around her metal cube. She had a block of her own. She would not use it yet though. The time was not proper. She would save the troops for when times became dire. Schellia glanced at the castle for a second, then back at her phalanx companies. She nodded and said. "Phalanx companies! Be ready! Phalanx formation!" The men moved their shields so they interlocked and poked their spears through the small holes, ready to jab at the oncoming enemies. "Archer company! Loose as many arrows as possible but do not waste ammunition!"

The archer company, which were atop all watch towers, the castle and behind every gnoll and pillar possible, began loosing arrows. Some hit, some didn't. Schellia didn't expect major casualties with her archers as culprit. They were meant as demoralizing, hindering, annoyances. Key archers, however, did cause men to fall. But mostly she used her archers as a distraction.

On and on the demonic beings came, closer to the phalanx units. Seeing several commanders about to move their phalanx units forward, Schellia rode her horse in front of the key commander angrily. "Hold! Did I say to take the offensive!? Stay where you are, our lines must not break. I have a plan if they do, so do not take the offensive!" Schellia was once again conscious of the small cube in her hand.

"Yes, my Queen!" Said the commander, embarassed for his ignorant almost-move. Schellia rode back to the center of the field. Between the phalanx units and her castle. The back-and-forths between the armies seemed to be going good so far, but Schellia noticed a slight weakening on her left flank.

"Curs! REFORM! I order Phalanx unit C to reform!" Schellia was cursing the unit under her breath. Whose bright idea was it to put the newbies on the flank!? "Jihad! I want Phalanx sub-unit 3 to assist Phalanx unit C. Go tell commander Gertu to move his troops over a bit so the sub-unit can save his sorry ass!" Jihad rode right over to the commander to tell him just that, then told the sub-unit to assist them. He rode back to Schellia. No words needed to be said, Schellia knew everyone had followed orders. Schellia wanted to join the battle but knew she had to observe it. Or another fluke may occur.

Schellia watched the battle unfold, waiting for the right time.

The vangards marched in perfect lines, towards the defending phlanx unit's, throwing and bashing there arms over there heads trying to hit there backs, flinging around as many bodys as they could.

The blood imps were shooting arrow after magical flame arrow at buildings, people, walls, and flamables trying to destroy and burn as much as they could. flames flickering throughout the city, as buildings cought fire.

The vein rippers took it to themselves to sneak around any attacker, in order to breach the castle, and assasinate, or destroy what they could.

Schellia saw the position her Phalanx units were in. The enemy was wise to try to attack their backs. It was time to test a new phalanx tactic. "PHALANX sphere control!" She yelled, over the bellows of the inadequate key phalanx commander. She would have to replace him after all this. Center Phalanx companies stayed where they were. Flank Phalanx companies slowly shifted so that eventually all phalanx companies were in a very large, two-line oval phalanx. Which means that it was four-lined because each side of the oval had 2 lines. They raised their shields to better cover their backs, with several offensive setbacks. But Schellia was not playing offense, she was playing defense. This tactic was a bit sketchy, she only hoped it held long enough.

Schellia noticed fire. First a barn, then a church. Then a stable. "Curs!" She noticed the litle imps and their firey missles. "Magic" She whispered, cursing. She wanted her war mages, but it was not time. "Jihad! Go order any citizens not currently fighting to create fire-prevention lines to the river. Hurry, I don't want to lose more buildings than I have to." A flash of flame missed Schellia's head by an inch. This was getting out of hand, she thought. Jihad went to do as she said and returned with news.

"My Queen! They have but the most stealthy assassins. They are killing without notice, everywhere!" Jihad held up a pike with a sick-looking head upon it. Apparently that one had tried to kill him. This was getting towards the climax, thought Schellia. It could be the right time. But was it? Should she hold out longer? Time was something Schellia hated to base battles off of.

Making up her mind, she yelled, "ALL UNITS IN MOTION!" and she put her hand in the cube to motion for the attack. Out came her infantry, her cavalry, her war mages. Out of such a little box, it almost looked comic. "To your stations NOW!" The infantry went to flank the beings attacking the phalanx units. The Cavalry galloped around, killing anything they saw. The war mages teleported to their posts, which were the look out towers. Schellia saw the non-warrior villagers begin to form a water line. Another 3 buildings were set aflame. Curse the villagers, so useless, thought Schellia.

A vein ripper scurried around Jihads horse. Both Schellia and Jihad stabbed the fiend. Its blood was like thick syrup. It did not taste like syrup.

As Konamaru is wondering around with no intent at hart for the moment and is looking around to see what is going on in the background and in his surondings. As he turns to his right he notices smoke that is darker than the night sky and this worries him.

He rushes off in the direction of the some. About half way there he stops and regains his breath.

Running forward a few more paces he tripps and falls over a root that is sticking out of the ground. He mudders to himself "Shit." Then he gets back up and starts off towards the village again.

Krogith stood, and watched the glory of flame and destruction, "mwuahahahaha..." he chuckled evily, "Time for me to make my impression" he laughed to himself, teleporting out of the Shadedestroyer in the processes. standing at the outskerts of town, where no current battles are taking place, he summons an undead warhorse and chomps straight into town. whilest doing so he starts to conjur a DeathBane.

DeathBanes are very large (around 19-21 ft tall) ogres. They have an evil dark complection, and are extremely strong, though have little intellegance, and are at times clumsy. though, very agile for there size.

Now at the battle field, he finishs his conjur and throws out the seal to summon DeathBane. The seal smacks the ground with no sound, and then expands into a large glowing circle right in the middle of the Vangard and Phalanx unit, soon afterwards a giant ogre like demon slams himself out of the ground pushing away the vangard and throwing as many phalanx offguard as he could.

The Vangard then took automatic stance around the ogre and formed the ultiment offense line-up. Vangards, slowly stomping behind grabbing any building or enemy destroying what they could, the Deathbane smacking anything with his hands to utterly oblitherate any building in his way, also occasionally grabbing enemys and killing and or eatting them, nothing but blood running down his mouth when doing so.

The Vein rippers all scoured across the castle, they found everything they could. then they took there plan, put everthing together, then started burning or destroying any official document or important object. those vein rippers that are not busy, scrambled around town slicing and dicing any vilager that dare try to stop the fire or fight back.

Imps were the first to start dieing the most, so there unit was becoming the smallest, but they still let on, throwing arrows at oncoming enemys and buildings, though most began shooting at the watch towers, in threat of them being used to watch over the fight, to gain upperhand.
one imp in particular was smart enough to run into a tavern, and grab all of the alchohol, then throwing it where ever he could, then setting flame to it, he also sprayed it through the air, and set flame to it, almost like a dragons breath (with an arrow shooting through).

Krogith continued clomping around trying to find the king or queen, smashing anyone who got in his way with his staff. Though being as smart as he was, he chomped to the castle first, using his telepathy to try and get information.

The battle was going exceotionally well. Schellia's mages were throwing fireballs and ice shards at the enemy units, the phalanx was holding up well. The water line was finally created, though the few buildings had already been obliterated. Archer company was actually doing SOMETHING in the way of casualties. Everything was going good. Until.

Until all of a sudden, as Schellia was watching her phalanx units and telling them what to strengthen, how to fight etc, a giant, disgusting Ogre with muscles as large as the oceans stood between her phalanx and the enemies units, throwing phalanx soldiers everywhere, and obliterating their stance. Schellia stared, eyes wide open. For once, she had nothing to say, no correction to make, she just stared. Where did that thing come from? How could they fight it!? "War mages! Attack that THING, use fire!" She screamed in desperation, hopeful for the fire to work.

It didn't.

The fire slid off the ogre's thick hide like no ones business. Looking around, Schellia noticed troops getting thrown out of assembly everywhere. Their stance was ruined. Now everyone was a scattered bunch of dots. There was no way they could reorganize. Schellia looked back at the ogre, exasperated as he threw whole buildings whichever way he wanted, disrupting troops, stepping on troops, spitting on troops, killing troops. Schellia put her fingers to her temples. What could she do? How could she defeat it. The city was amock in chaos and practically a beacon of flame. There was no use.

Resigned, she said to her soldiers. "Leave, all of you. No man will be considered a coward nor dishonorable if they leave this fight!" She made sure everyone heard her. The majority of people left the sight. Some didn't. She shook her head, they would all be surely dead soon. But what could she do? She would not run, she would find the cause of this massacre. The plan was all so brilliant. You make it look like a normal attack, then all of a sudden have something like that occur. You disrupt the positions, you win. Schellia had known that forever, if you lose form, you're dead. She looked at the scattered dots that were her people. They would lose.

"Go get your men from the throne room, and leave, Jihad." Schellia said. Jihad said nothing and went to gather his men. He came back shortly with them all in tow. Schellia was irritated. they didn't have much time, they should already be gone, the fools.

"We do not leave." Jihad said simply, all the assassins nodding, pulling daggers and swords out.

"We been kullin' people fer long time, we be kullin' more today!" Said a young assassin named Neil.

Schellia shook her head again. "You're all fools. The ogre is obviously too stupid to take caution in killing anyone. Your service to the throne will mean nothing to them, you're not protected under my name anymore."

"We haven't any place to go, my Queen. That is what Neil means." Said Silios, the boy who looked like a regular civilian. Schellia looked at Jihad. He nodded to acknowledge the truth.

"Well, let's go find the leader of this... mess. I would have a few choice words to say to such a person." Schellia said.