Post #1309231 in Long Live the King, a roleplay on RPG

Lanmo muttered something when the cursed druid had spoken. He was not surprised of the man's powers yet they were small compared to the General dark reach. Out from the blue a long burning scythe appeared that the General swiftly grabbed. He could feel it's powers running through his entire shade shell and with that he made his move against the druid. Moving faster then ten men and striking harder than five blacksmiths and with the demonic power at his disposal Lanmo's scythe sliced deeply into the druids chest. He started to bleed and heavily so.

"Oh, I'm not surprised, druid. Only delighted!" He shouted in a mocking tone as he moved in on the druid again. Lanmo cut easily through the many veins of tree that were trying to slow him down as his distance to the druid grew closer. Suddenly he was upon the damaged man and with one last quick slice the druids head flew right off and was grabbed in mid-air by Lanmo. The druid was dead and Lanmo had won this battle. Holding the head in front of him the dead General began to spoke with his demonic voice which was heard throughout the city and maybe even to the outskirts of it as well.

"The last druid is dead! The Rebellion will fall and the kingdom of Magna will see it's glory returned to her once they are all dead! Show yourselves and let the strongest win and rule!"

After that he scanned the city. People had walked out on the street, seen Lanmo and then sprinted in again. They were afraid of him and they would remember this day, the day the Shade of Terra killed the last druid in the world! The General had grown tired and moved inside the throne room once more where he found Skorn, sitting on the throne. Lanmo saw that Skorn was meditating and so he went down on one knee and started to wait for his masters return to the mortal realm.

He would be proud over the news his general brought with him for everything went according to his plans.

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The battle raged on in the Rebel camp as the rebels only grew weaker, even though they had defeated the giant demon and their leader had returned to bolster the moral. For every dead rebel or every dead Magna soldier a dead warrior rose up under Skorn's command. It was like he had thrown a giant field over the camp where everyone who died became a servant of his. The demon had fled the scene and would with time burn up in green flames.

The rebels had to flee or else they would all be slaughtered or did they have another plan in mind that could change the tide of the battle? Not likely, but Skorn always appreciated challenges, both easy and hard ones.

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The group had fled the dungeons of the palace and they had finally reached The Crow's Wing, a temporary safe haven for the rebels but would soon change drastically just like the Red Blossom Inn. You see, Skorn can detect any living beings inside the palace, no matter how deep down in the earth they may be, he could still feel them and he knew that this group of people had escaped with a couple of his Generals prisoners. He would have been disappointed on his shade if it had not been for the fact that he was busy fending off the druid up on the roof. He had to take care of this matter himself.

After a couple of minutes of searching with some scouts throughout the city, he finally located where the group of people had escaped and was in this very moment preparing to storm the place with 40 soldier. They had no idea what was going to hit them. They might have time to prepare a defence if they would be able to spot any of his sneaking soldiers, but escape was futile at this point.

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The other group from the dungeons was a bit more interesting to Skorn has one of the lifeforms was actually Morpeth, the lost prince. This time Skorn would not waste energy to try and capture the prince once more, instead he had a more devious plan in mind. With that being said, Skorn sent a message to the prince from one mind to another. The prince would think of it as someone whispering to his ears and the message was:

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I have you now and this time you won't live long enough to see the light above these halls!"

After the prince had received the message, Lanmo's feared Death Bringers ambushed the little group of four people. How would this end one might ask?

Snippet #1309231

located in the Kingdom of Magna, a part of Long Live the King, one of the many universes on RPG.

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