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Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis

"You conceited wretched humans! I shall feast on each of your skulls!"

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a character in “Enri's Fall: The Moors Retribution”, originally authored by Leocedus, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Full Name: Gorvaliananos Corvadis
Nickname: Gorain, My Liege, Tyrrant Lord, The Bone Collector

Biographical:

Race: Greater Demon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Hair: None
Skin: Black and/or Red depending on mood
Eyes: Red
Height: 12' 7"
Weight: 435 lbs

Place of Residence: Antiquis Castle
Place of Birth: The Moors

Relatives: Alik'Rai, Spawn Father
Enemies: Humanity
Allies: All of Demon Kind
Pets: Requile, Hound of Hunger

Occupation: Commander of Demonic Forces, Terror Division
Crafting: Forging items from mortal bones.

Appearance: Terrorizing to behold, Gorain is a demon more prone to violence than his brothers in arms. While in his stolen keep, the gore filled castle of Antiquis, his appearance is a black skinned humanoid with horn and red eyes. When in battle however, he grows an extra set of arms from his shoulder blades and his skin cracks with demonic flame spilling red light across his figure, and his body transforms into the taller demon form he always keeps hidden.

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Fashion of Choice: Nude


Armor of Choice: None


Weapons of Choice: Claws, Magic, and a Corrupted Bell Hammer of Antiquis: This evil artifact was once a hammer used to ring the church bells in Antiquis until it as corrupted and reforged by Gorain into a weapon of human misery. After putting several captives through a de-boning device alive, he used their skeletons to remake this bell hammer into his own personal weapon.

Special Abilities:
Demon Fire: Cast from either his palms or his mouth, the demonic fire within Gorain is expelled to burn his prey to ash.
Bone Control: Marking a deceased target with a rune, the target's skeleton erupts into spears of bone from within to kill surrounding troops.

Personality: Gorain is a vulgar beast, when he is content. If enraged or called to battle he will take on all challengers with glee. He is brash, easily angered and not very bright which puts him at a mental disadvantage on the battle field, but his strength in combat is usually a way to compensate.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Motivations: Mutilation of mortals.
Disposition: Ready to kill.
Outlook: Does not think that far ahead.

Religion/Philosophy: Alik'rai, enough said.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Positive Personality Traits: Inventive, Quick Acting
Negative Personality Traits: Cruel, Sadistic, Short Temper, Narcissistic
Misc. Quirks: Has a habit of emasculating an entire town.
Affiliations: Demon Kind
Guild: None

Interests: Inventing new ways to use a human corpse.
Likes: Fighting
Dislikes: Being under someones rule.
Favorite Foods: Humans
Favorite Drinks: Liquefied Humans
Favorite Colors: Human Blood Color

Hobbies: Forging Bone
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History: Gorain was one of the last generals created by Alik'Rai and was raised on the torment of humans. He had shown ability and initiative in altering human forms, especially the skeleton, and using it in a variety of ways. After the breaking of the Wall, Gorain led his army on a rampage of the Garrison provinces. He played an important role in the taking of Antiquis, and took over the castle there for his own along with its treasure trove of corpses. Gorain has been seen in many battles there after, his troop's blood-lust making them ideal for frontal assaults and invading the smaller towns of the provinces. And now, with the assault on Valen Castle fast approaching, Gorain and his armies await permission to sack the fortress and take all they desire.

So begins...

Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis's Story

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Character Portrait: Lasahr'celeb Hal-uilde Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Celestine D-Ratha Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Ivy Bluebell Character Portrait: Phinius Blackhall Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Azuriel Oakskin Character Portrait: Sona Watlane Character Portrait: Valia Hendell Character Portrait: Xavier Lent Character Portrait: Zeskararoa
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(For ye old speech.)

Aldric Valens' eyes snapped open, blinded momentarily by the light from the lamp stands in the corners of the room, three of them to be exact. Gilt affairs, the lamps stood as high as a man, the cage containing the candle wick lined with mirrors to reflect the light in multiple directions, increasing the brightness of the room without increasing the size of the flame. A rather old trick that had been used for hundreds of years by his reckoning. Someone would have thought of it at some point; it really was quite useful. Sighing softly as he thought of the day ahead, Aldric stood up slowly so as to not wake the Queen; no sense in disturbing rest that didn't need to end.

Making his way to the dressing room, he scanned the array of clothes available to him. It really was too much for any one person, especially him. He preferred items to be elegant yet simple. Despite resolving to do so multiple times, he had never converted the clothes to more usable materials. Memories of his parents were attached to many of the garments, ones that were not pleasant. Maybe that stayed his hand as much as the lack of time.

Supple leather boots of various colors and thickness lay arranged along the wall closest to the door. The differences were minimal as well would serve well in court yet be serviceable in battle, albeit for a short time. Selecting a pair of knee-height boots of light brown leather, he continued on with a tunic of green silk with scroll-work running along the seams, brown-dyed cotton pants that extended into his boots, and a cloak of ruddy-brown secured by a thing gold chain. Donning the attire, he retrieved the King's Crown from it's position in the dressing room. The frame was a simple gold circlet, made unique by the platinum-secured sapphires and rubies set into the crown. For whatever reason regalia seemed to inspire people.

Stepping through the door leading to the hall outside his chamber, Aldric nodded to Vyri Veyer, captain of the Royal Guard and one of his most trusted companions. Looking through one of the arrow slits to the outside sky, he was pleasantly surprised to find a clear blue with a scattering of clouds. "A fine day for a speech, I would say. Or a battle. Or peace. Peace is what we seek," Aldric muttered to himself, trying to convince himself of that statement.

Striding through the hallways, he greeted the various servants and guardsmen that were awake at the moment. When he had first done so, many had been shocked by his association with those not of rank. By this point all took it as normal from him. Approaching a door that would open out to the main courtyard of Castle Valens, Aldric took a deep breath and steeled himself for the coming moments. The people needed inspiration and it was up to him to give it to them. But could he provide it? The war was tiring him, aging him beyond his years, sapping his will to fight. Every day was a struggle to survive, encroached upon on all sides by the forces of the Demon Lord. Yet he had a duty to the people and he must fulfill it.

As he stepped onto the balcony, he was greeted by the sight of hundreds of people looking up at him, milling about. Upon seeing him both cheers and insults roared from the crowd. Aldric looked on wearily before steeling his mind and voice.

"Citizen's of Enri, dark times are upon us, have been upon us for the past twelve years. In the 840th year of the Rift, armies of Demon's poured forth from the Moors, aided by humans that would destroy the sacred peace that had been built by the blood of our forefathers, blood spilt so that we would not have to spill our own. But such measures were not effective. Somehow, someway, the Wall was breached by the forces of Evil. Meot Acer, blessed be his name, was one of the first to give his life to ensure the safety of the people of Enri. His sacrifice, along with those of his knights, allowed the survival of countless people, providing the time needed for them to escape. But as many as we saved, we lost more. In their desire to wipe from the face of this planet, the Demonic forces pillaged and massacred as they advanced through the continent. Families were butchered in front of each other, whole companies of soldiers tortured for the amusement of demons, prisoners hunted and then cooked alive for sport and hunger. Our soldiers have valiantly given their lives to stem the flow but yet again it was not enough. We are surrounded in Acatia with our forces, those in Inae are similarly trapped." Aldric stood quiet for a few moments, the rage of countless losses spilling over, driving him to more. "You see what they do to us, treat us like animals. Are we animals? No, we are not! We are human, fey, castanic, we are brothers and sisters bonded in the fires of war and suffering. They think that they have made us weak as they push us back, our numbers dwindling. Some say that those with nothing to lose will fight the hardest in war, giving their all in battle. I would like to challenge that claim. It is those that have family at home, friends waiting for your return, patrons and customers that admire you; those are the people that will fight the hardest! Do we not have a home around us? Do we not have friends and family gathered here and Inae? Do not those that we have known look upon us from the heavens, willing us to avenge them? I say we do! The night always seems blackest before the dawn. Well I tell you, people of Enri, our dawn has come! No longer will we hide behind our stone walls, cowering in hopes that they will deter the force of the Demon Lord! No longer shall we bend knee to those that would treat us as slaves, kill us as cattle! No, we are free men, women! No longer! From this day forth we shall drive back the darkness! We shall bring the light forth! We are the dawn that we have been waiting for! Our cause is just, our intentions true, our morals noble. So I call to you, unite! Unite and push back this darkness! Our victory awaits us! Our time has come!"

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Character Portrait: Lasahr'celeb Hal-uilde Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Celestine D-Ratha Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Ivy Bluebell Character Portrait: Phinius Blackhall Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Azuriel Oakskin Character Portrait: Sona Watlane Character Portrait: Valia Hendell Character Portrait: Xavier Lent Character Portrait: Zeskararoa
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Vyri stood solemnly by the king from the moment he left his chambers only returning the greeting he was given by the admirable warrior that had aged so terribly from these trying times. He had walked and served this King since being sent here by his parents whose trust in him had been formidable. Now he was placed in high esteem by a king as the captain of his personal guard, serving well before this in the Imminatis Regiment now taken over by his predecessor Rowan Vescis with the lost of his eye.

He continued with his solemn expression expression never breaking the stoic appearance he held, a lack of discipline it would be to him and on his parents. Now they finally made it to the balcony leading into the courtyard. The same courtyard that hosted more than refugee camps and the forlorn faces of feeble families torn by loss, strife and utter despair. Vyri had encountered his own amount just like these folks but he refused to show it at all with his only visible scar being the silver eye patch he wore covering the empty socket. This was the kings attempt at rallying the people giving them hope for the future a very bleak future that did not contain much by current appearances.

Vyri sat and listened as the speech began listening thoughtfully carefully ensuring he absorbed every word. This wasn't some lesson by his parents on the dangers of the wilderness or a school lesson he did not wish to learn. No this was much more than any of that. This was the leader of the faithful country standing on the doorstep of hell staring down a rancid beast that was knocking viciously at a gate it could not budge. That gate was not only a physical one as much as it was a metaphor for the resilience the people continued to show by living on.

The speech came to an end Vyri taking the moment with the words resounding through the courtyard to walk forward his hand already on his sword hilt his other fist striking into the air in a pose of victory.

"All hail the Aldric Valens, King of Enri, and the one who will lead us to victory against the darkness! Witness now the judgement of the righteous!" The elves words rang loud through the courtyard his own tone harsh and clear no melodic tone just the strong words ringing from his mouth as he led the war cry.

The setting changes from Castle Valens to Acatia

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As Celestine traveled she swore she heard grunts of thousands of Orcs. Celestine clicked her tongue and turned her horse into the forest to investigate. She got of her horse once deep into the forest, and left him there, beside she was close enough to the castle to walk there.

'I hear Gorain..'

She thought, while quietly sneaking through the damp forest. She has only attacked with Gorain once, though it might be a good idea to stick with him she gets caught. "Gorain?" She asks, hoping for him to understand her voice, she looked up and could see the sun setting. "Gorain, It's me Celestine, magic user?" This time Celestine whispered, pulling out her bow and pulling an arrow from her quiver.

Celestine kept walking until see saw a square of battle ready...Orcs. Celestine grunted, if these Orcs were smart enough they would know that she's not good, and they should know who she is. "I am Celestine." She said in front of the orcs, ready to set the forest on fire if Gorain doesn't come anytime soon."The Demon God's magic user." She puffed out her chest while speaking, to show she's not exactly afraid of them.

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Character Portrait: Celestine D-Ratha Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis
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Celestine watched as the humans stormed in. She let out an in-humanly growl and lit her hands on fire, grabbing and arrow from her quiver, and lighting the tip of the arrow on fire. She pulled out her bow, and aligned the arrow with her bow, and fingers. She pulled back, and then let go. She watched the arrow thunk into a humans leg. The screech from the human made her want to kill more, but she had to stay under cover. Celestine ducked under a bush, and stayed there, hoping nothing would happen near her bush.

'God dammit. Where's Gorain?' Celestine thought, and kept her hand on her quiver just in case someone came near her. She watched the Orcs and the humans fight. The fire arrow that she had just recently shot started a small fire in the fields where the troops fought.

The setting changes from Acatia to The Plains and Forests of Acatia.

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Character Portrait: Raven Summers Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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The small contingent of rangers had made there way steadily through the woods crossing a few of the smaller streams that would of taken most of the traders two days march to get to. They stayed off the beaten path using Icarus for guidance as they slipped through the trees and undergrowth as wraiths. When the night was steadily closing in and had become quite obvious of that Elijin called a halt of the small band of forty rangers about fifty yards from the river they had neared. Bed rolls were laid out and fires were made with a few rangers heading off towards the river to catch fish or fetch more water to be boiled for drinking. Elijin posted 5 guards around the camp with rotations every few hours. The was alive for the time being as Elijin conferred with a few of the other Rangers on which way to move on the map and the best place to exit the woods for an attack.

After the meeting and night had set full in the Rangers laid down for the night with the fires out and their bedrolls well hidden in the undergrowth so that no one could see them. The fire pits had been covered back up and even the animals lay sleeping that weren't on watch with their partner. Elijin just hoped it would be a quiet night.

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Character Portrait: Raven Summers Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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The small troop of Rangers had left well before dawn taking only an hour to prepare their encampment for movement. They policed their area quickly eating a small ration of dried bread and water, after the meal was over with Elijin called a few of the elder rangers over and they discussed plans for entering the castle.

"We should make the castle today rather early without much trouble. I fear more though what we may face that is surrounding the castle and whether the assault has begun or not." Elijins voice low towards the group around him.

"Aye the demons could of began their attack and we may be entering behind the enemy. It would give us the perfect chance to assault from the woods." A well weathered ranger by the name of Cale Tristan said in between smokes of his pipe.

The other rangers murmured in agreement at this if an attack had already started. The could launch volleys of arrows at the enemy from behind with deadly precision, even funneling an enemy into a huddled group.

"Let us go quickly then and hope the kingdom is well and the castle safe for this time." Elijin's voice rather cheerful in the face of such things. The group stood moving back to the main force that was prepared to move out their own conversations being had.

They quickly left without a scant of a marking left behind making the river in minutes and crossing it just as fast with only minor slips and falls on the rocks. The bears mostly swam across along with some of the other animals minus Scout the dog who jumped on the back of a rather unpleasant grizzly bear who grudgingly swam him to the other side. Now crossed the group continued plodding forward in what would look to be a rather haphazard formation but made them less susceptible to attacks or being taken out all at once.

The day finally came forth and then going with the night appearing as the group came upon the edge of the forest and noise of a battle ahead. The lead scout Ehren called the halt as he delivered the message back to Elijin who was near the head of the formation.

"There seems to be a full scale assault on the castle up ahead." Ehren seemed a bit flabbergasted and even his monkey seemed to take on the mood running about his shoulders or on the ground.

"I want groups of 10 placed at 30 yard intervals throughout the tree line. We'll fire volleys at them from the rear. It'll make it harder for us to be targeted and easier to take them down. Have the partners on the defensive and watching for any other possible attack routes. Each elder take a group and dig in!" The commands rolling off Elijins tongue with ease showing just how he became the leader of the Rangers.

Soon volleys of arrows began to rain down upon the orcs from various sides. The volleys keeping tempo as the Rangers had prepared for such a war exhausting their arrow supply from the village. The arrows left no trail to give away the concealed positions they held. They simply loosed arrows with deadly precision from their longbows.

The setting changes from The Plains and Forests of Acatia. to Enri

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Ivy Bluebell Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis
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Gorain

"Move up the field! Shield the Ladders!" Gorain was behind several lines of his troops shouting orders to his hogs. At his commands the front lines of orcs put their shields over top and around a column of hogs carrying ladders. Three of these columns made their way around the barricades towards the walls, and once having reached the outside of the gates the ladders were hoisted up to the top of the walls, iron hooks digging into the stone and puncturing it with the sharp tips to make dislodging them difficult.

At the same time, Gorain heard several of his hogs fall in pain. Turning around he spots another pesky servant of his Lord, Zeska. She was hard to make out because of her magic but Gorain had gotten used to her magic. Growling in frustration at the multitude of distractions Gorain struts his way towards her. He was about to speak when a volley of arrows puncture Gorain's rear lines. Staring off into the dark distance where he thought the arrows had come from Gorain stepped out infront of his hogs just as another volley came right at his chest, forgetting Zeska for the moment.

His troops shrank away from him as he opened his maw and expelled Demon Fire, incinerating the volley in a roar of rage as the fire spewed forth another 20 yards to set the fields ablaze in between him and the treeline, blinding anyone hidden there in the darkness. Turning to look back at his troops he points towards the hogs on the Dragon Mortar. "Shield the Mortar! Turn it around!" Several hogs took their iron tower shields and sat next to the mortar to shield its operators as it turned all the way around to aim at the forest. A pyromancer hog lit the mortar as it fired randomly into the tree line to hopefully hit whoever was firing at them.


Xavier Lent

Xavier ducked down as one of the orc ballista javelins flew right over his head once again. Several of his troops were trying to hide under the lip of the wall when reloading their crossbows. So far most of the bolts had hit the barricades the hogs had set up. On the upper stories the defenses were being used just as planned. The catapults were sending out large boulders towards the attacking army, but they were not yet tuned to be very accurate. Only one in fifteen shots or so hit even close to the hogs, and so far the stones were providing more cover for the hogs than damage.

Xavier charged another bolt of holy magic into his palm and sent it out to punch a small hole in the corner of the left most barricade just as King Valen and his followers were starting to come down the castle walls. He was then surprised of course by Ivy who had seemed to appear right infront of him. She handed him a necklace and vanished once more. Raising an eyebrow at the necklace he put it around his neck and ducks behind the wall again.

King Valen arrived at this moment in the heat of battle, shocking Xavier that he was not with the rest of the royal guard "My liege, I must advise against your presence here." In truth he was glad to have his lord there to fight with him. It was just as lucky that Xavier noticed a distraction at the back of the demonic forces, and could see arrows sticking out of several hogs at the rear. "It seems Holtzmann is getting into the action. I think it is a good time to push back with their leader distracted." Standing up over the wall Xavier lets out a warcry to get his troops attention. "Gather in the courtyard! Tower Shields up front, Paladins in the middle!"

The Garrison Corps was not as well trained as some of the other detachments of soldiers, but they were still a fighting force and could take the frontal assaults of the demons while other troops did the damage. Sending a hand signal to the soldiers on the upper levels he told the few mages in his forces to gather their magic and attack with long range attack. Several dozen different kinds of magical attacks ranging from fireballs to missles made of pure force were launched from the castle walls to destroy the barricades and leave the demon siege weapons mostly defenseless. Xavier gazed over at his King and raised an eyebrow. "My forces in the courtyard will take the first blows, my liege. Command them with the rest of your attack." Staring off across the field at the Greater Demon leading this attack, Xavier could see he was distracted with the rangers..... for now.

The setting changes from Enri to The Plains and Forests of Acatia.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent Character Portrait: Zeskararoa
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The Rangers shrank away into the again moving around the flames with two groups of 20 now on either side of the attacking force. With these two forces they began rotating volleys of 10 once more into the attacking siege beasts from behind with a few of the birds diving in acting as a nuisance with hit and run attacks. Icarus even managed to grab an orc lifting him into the air and tossing him against a shield before gaining altitude away from the attacks of the demonic forces.

"Keep up the attack! We will wedge them between us and the Kings Forces! They will have no where to turn to, let this be their grave!" Elijin roared from the forests as they continued their assault.

The rangers put up a staunch attack with their small numbers relying heavily on guerrilla warfare and the use of cover to appear as a larger force with their marksmanship. As long as they were not attacked they could continue to focus heavily on the assault why the remainder of the pets guarded the groups from any surprise attacks.

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Aldric looked out over the walls at the rolling tide of orcs, seething forward even as they were cut down by the defenders. Thousands upon thousands of them, heedless of their comrades' deaths. Their sole goal: destroy the castle and slaughter those inside. Outnumbered even here by one force of the Demon Lord's army. Would they be able to hold? Gripping the stone on the battlement tightly, he jerked his hand back as a stone cut his palm. Looking at that small point of blood welling he thought back to the speech he had made this morning. Everything appeared so hopeful at dawn. He had spoken to those he led of victory, of an end to the madness consuming the land of Enri. Could he really lead them to that? Would there be any left if they won? He did not know.

Touching the small pool droplets of blood welling from his hand, he pressed two fingers to his lips and sighed. He had hoped to have more time to prepare. Turning to those around him, he examined each individual. All were ready to die for him, for Enri. Faith. They had faith in him. The power of faith would see them through. Hefting his warhammer, he stated, "It is time for them to die."

Rushing downstairs with the rest of his retinue, he approached the stables, mounting his personal warhorse. A large beast with a white coat, the horse had served him while many times, saving his life more than once. Not only would it mark him out for his forces, inspiring those flagging upon seeing their king, it would give him an advantage over the orcs in combat. As the rest assembled he rode out in front of the troops in the castle, looking across the sea of faces. Taking the warhammer close to his lips and muttering a command spell, light began to emanate from the weapon, bathing the area in a glow of white.

"I spoke to you this morning of a dawn," he bellowed, voice carrying over the sounds of battle outside. "This morning I had hope that we could one day reclaim all we have lost. That hope still burns within me just as I believe it burns within you. Outside those walls lies thousands of orcs and other perils, lead by a Greater Demon itself. Some would view this situation as hopeless but it is not. Right here, right now, we can strike a blow at the forces of the Moors as has never been done before. It is here that we can change our destiny. Days have passed where our courage has failed us, when we forsook the bonds we had established so that we may live another day. But today is not one of those days. There have been days when it seemed that the age of freedom would come to an end, when the forces of Evil would shatter us upon the rocks. I tell you, it is not that day! This day we fight! It may be night but the dawn is but a short time away. That dawn shall see our victory. I bid you stand with me, brothers and sisters. By all that you hold dear, stand men of the Light!" Raising his hammer high, a burst of light was unleashed and for one brief moment the night was day. Turning as the gates opened, he led the charge of bolstered men into the horde awaiting them outside. The orcs hesitated momentarily before counter-charging and as the two armies clashed Aldric stood high, leading his men to their future.

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Zeska had killed at least thirty orcs, some of the king's rangers and footmen looked at her atop her wolf and they thanked her, calling her a savior, some battalions cheered for her. She would simply nod to them, she didn't like helping the enemy but the hogs were impassible otherwise. She cut her way through even more as she ran, then she saw the sky light up brightly for a moment. The king had joined the fray. She couldn't believe their main leader was in this slaughter.

Beske chomped out, biting an orc in half. Zeska smiled, she enjoyed seeing Beske having fun. Kicking him into action, she was no longer concealing herself, stealth be damned, she was in the middle of a bloodbath. She wanted both sides to know Zeska was here, and she was killing. With a loud Elvish war cry Zeska leaped off of Beske, he leaped over her head pinning two orcs down. Beske was foaming and roaring, he wasn't being silent any longer. His primal cries were cutting through the racket of war.

Under her mask Zeska was grinning like a wild beast, her teeth, pointed like a wolf. Her ears back like horns. Her eyes glowed with her demonic power, granted to her by her lords to give her a insatiable bloodlust, she wanted to kill. She always got such intense pleasure for killing, even if she was an assassin, killing was amazing.

She jumped back onto Beske, blood stained her mouth as Beske sprinted through the path they had paved. They sprinted alright, they were headed for Gorain. Zeska's eyes lit up with a burning fury as she approached the helm of the attack.

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Ivy dashed out with the others a grin on her face though she stayed more towards the rear as she had no armor. She was finally taking action instead of just waiting around. Being mindful of the soldiers around her she began throwing fireballs from her left hand at the orcs who had yet to me engaged in melee combat with other soldier. More and more fireballs left her hand heading towards the orcs. Her right hand was moving though and with it the wind. It seemed as the wind itself was attacking the flames behind the orcs trying to urge them towards the orc or if not that put them out. Again she sent Zakia out with the King to help protect him. *We may yet win!* she thought to herself as she watched the battle unfold.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis
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By nightfall Yrael's troops had made it near to the Castle Valens, having broken away from the horde that still held Inea. They had traveled through the day with few rests to ensure their arrival at dawn, however, even from this distance the sounds of a battle could be heard. Yrael frowned. He had not received any order to attack the castle as of yet. Perhaps Gorain had gotten a message to do so. It mattered very little, if there was a battle to be fought, so be it. He urged his Nightmare forward, and ordered his men move faster toward the castle, ignoring the exhaustion from the march thus far.

Within moments he could see the might of Gorain's armies, but the tyrant was facing toward the trees, not the castle. Yrael looked around, unaware of the Rangers hiding in the forest.

The setting changes from Enri to The Plains and Forests of Acatia.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Elsanna Kalilie Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Ivy Bluebell Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Azuriel Oakskin
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Elijin noticed the oncoming horde of troops from the flank of the enemy along with the kings mighty booming voice. He let out a shrill whistle the birds ending their assault on Gorain's troops and flying off to begin their guerrilla warfare on Yraels troops. It wasn't much more than an annoyance but it gave 10 of the rangers enough time to break off into the woods and come around in a haphazard pattern through the depths of the tree line. They noticed the dark assassin assaulting the evil troops as well ignored it for the time being as they continued their assault.

"Load the explosive tips!" Elijins voice did not ring as it kept a normal tone now the message spreading through the men as they changed from the normal arrows to ones infused with a highly combustible head of iron. The arrows were each lit at small fires at the back of the groups as the rangers took turns unleashing the volleys. The explosions rocked both Yraels forces and the rear of Gorains forces.

Vyri Veyer


Vyri was on his sleipnir mount Egregie the horse has it's own radiance about it besides being a tower war horse clad in a shining gilded armor. His shield clipped to his arm and a very menacing lance was in the other hand. He had strapped the to the saddle of his mount along with a bag of spears. The horse carried all of the weight with ease. He even snorted neighed as he waited to wade into the gore of battle that both he and his rider knew. Vyri sat patiently waiting for the king to begin the charge the visor on his helmet up for the moment before they began riding out.

When the charged was called, Vyri snapped shut the visor of his helm the kings warhammer glowing the brilliant holy light as they road out towards the enemy. The royal guards dispatched any foe that came too close while Vyri lashed out with the lance knocking enemies back and destroying their armor.

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Above the sounds of battle Yrael heard a high-pitched whistle. Moments later his troops were being accosted by large birds from the sky. He snarled and drew his sword, ducking to avoid a particularly large bird of prey. "Hold together!" He called to his troops, who were fumbling to ward off the assault. Suddenly several of them fell, arrows sticking out of them. Yrael snarled again and turned toward his best guess of where the arrows had come from. "Draw your bows!" He commanded. "Fire back!" Though it was near impossible to see in the darkness. Yrael cursed, urging his horse closer to the forest for a better view while at the same time trying to avoid arrows and birds. He held his sword in his right hand and let go of the reigns, freeing his left hand. In it formed a small ball of fire which he threw at the forest, trying to light the way and see the archers. The fireball hurtled into the forest, illuminating some of the shadows before fizzling harmlessly out. He tossed a few more fireballs at the forest before retreating. The light had shown a couple of Rangers hiding and Yrael's remaining troops took aim to fire off arrows.

Yrael galloped back to his squad and returned his sword to his left hand. He divided a small group of soldiers away from the rest and ordered them to draw their swords and enter the forest to engage the Rangers in close-quarters. Those he had selected took formation, holding shields in front, above, and to the sides to ward off arrows and birds. Yrael remained with the rest of his force as they shot arrows into the trees.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis
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Gorain

Assaulted from both sides, driven back by arrows and magic, Gorain felt the pressure coming on him and his troops. It almost seemed like he would have to retreat in order to save his forces from being over run, even though not many had fallen in battle just yet. He was relieved to hear the advance of Yrael and his troops coming into the battle. Now Gorain could push forwards without needing to worry about the archers. Opening his maw, Gorain let out an echoing warcry that shook the ground around him and many of the troops in combat. He was ready to start fighting.

Turning away from the arrows raining down and deflecting off his demon hide he rushs towards the swarm of human apes coming from the front gate tearing into his front lines. The giant Greater Demon formed a magic sigil (ancient Mark) in his left hand opposite his bell hammer and launched it at the dead corpses of a human in the fray of swords and bodies. The bones of said corpse erupted from the humans corpse in a large wall of bone spears that aimed themselves towards the main human forces, growing well over 12 feet in length and spearing several of the knights in the first couple rows of men. Gorain repeated this process three times, each time taking only a few seconds. Now an entire U shaped wall of bone spears surrounded the front gate of citadel, trapping most of the humans inside the bone spears where impaled horses, men and orcs lay dead.

On the other side of the wall of bone Gorain rallied his troops together and took lead at the head of his army, smashing a hole in the wall of bone and sending a jet of flame 20 feet long straight through it into the opposing army, lighting an entire column of troops on fire only a few rows away from the king himself. "Go my hogs! Send bolts and javelins over the wall at them! Crush their king with magic!" Several of the hogs drew crossbows and started sending bolts and arrows over the bone wall while a couple of the mages who were once defending the Dragon Mortar sent fireballs over the bone spears at the King. Any soldier stupid or brave enough to venture into the opening Gorain had made was crushed or incinerated by the Tyrant himself.



Xavier Lent


Xavier watched the horror of the bone spears sprouting up out of his troops corpses. The sight was, without question, going to punch a hole in the moral of the men. Even Xavier who was normally too logical of mind to be frightened by anything was a little put off by this power Gorain had. Luckily Xavier also had magic of his own. Standing up from his position on the front wall Xavier summoned as much energy as he could to his hands and cast his strongest spell. "Curacio!"

A white glowing mist settled over the human troops behind the wall of spears, healing light wounds and returning their will to fight. Of course the spell was limited, any major wounds would only partially heal, and the exertion tired Xavier immensely. Now barely able to stand with the weight of his armor Xavier sat on the front wall with his back to the outer raised portion as he rested there staring back into the inner courtyard.

He would have to take a rest before he could resume his part in the battle. Perhaps after he had recovered from his fatigue he could give his blade a taste of orc, and get a shot at that Greater Demon himself. For now all he could do was listen to the battle and watch the upper tiers of the city get bombarded by magic and javelin.

The setting changes from The Plains and Forests of Acatia. to Enri

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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The Rangers fell back now at the assault from Yrael's fire and arrows those that were close enough to them to be affected. A few unlucky enough to catch an arrow were taken by their comrades into the deeper woods. Elijin let out another shrill whistle the birds taking off from the attack and flying up after Icarus where they circled a safe distance above. The animals still laid in waiting for anyone to enter the tree line hidden by the undergrowth.

Elijin waved the group engaging Gorains forces to cease and fire the explosive tipped arrows over at the moving shield formation that was coming quickly towards them. The explosives would not be enough to break the shields but they would surely through the enemy off balance causing gaps that more of the arrows could be fired into. The Rangers that had retreated back quickly removed the arrows and patched up their group. Once more they took up firing arrows those that could anyways.

The setting changes from Enri to The Plains and Forests of Acatia.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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Aldric's hammer smashed down onto the skull of a hapless orc, pulverizing the head in a thin red mist. Toppling, the body fell underfoot as he pushed forward through the melee. All around him men fought next to each other or alone, attempting to push back the tide of darkness facing them. Explosions lit the sky as siege weapons on both sides continued to pound away at each other. Smaller detonations marked the attacks by the Rangers in the forest, disrupting the back lines of the orcs. It was time to destroy the darkness.

Even as he prepared to give the order to charge, rallying his men by doing so, he spotted Gorain advancing through the tide. His yelling was drowned out by the clash of weapons and there was nothing he could do as the wall of bones burst from the ground, impaling dozens of soldiers. With the brief lull in combat, the human troops began to reorganize themselves, killing the last few orcs trapped within. Even as all settled a jet of flame burst through the wall of bones, incinerating dozens more soldiers. Rather than charging through, projectiles, both physical and magical, began to pour through, aimed at him. Two Royal Guardsmen died in the initial barrage while another tackled him from his horse, ensuring his safety.

Turning to Xavier as Ivy approached the group, he said, "Ivy is correct. We must regroup for the moment. Do what you can, consolidate the other mages if you must. Just make sure we survive." Turning back, Aldric ducked behind a shield-bearer, most of the men having taken defensive positions to weather the barrage.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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Xavier Lent

Xavier was nearly about to pass out from the effects of his spell when Ivy appeared before him. She was talking about magic... he slowly became more aware as his adrenaline kept him awake. Sitting up he listened to her plan and nodded in understanding at the need. They were rather in a pickle with the artillery. Hearing his King's voice from below in the battle he stands up now and calls out at the soldiers on the walls. "Bring me three Energy Mages! And a Force Mage! On the double!" The soldiers scrambled to find whoever could fit their commanders needs the best. After a couple of minutes four men in cloaks were standing infront of Xavier and Ivy.

Xavier now turned and pointed at the fountain in the middle of the courtyard below. "That will have the water you need. But let me do this first." Turning around he gave the Force Mage orders who nodded quickly and stood near the wall. Xavier kicked over two large pots of boiling oil that are always on standby for siegers. The force mage stopped the oil from falling on the King's vanguard and sent it out into the orc artillery position, burning many of their operators.

Glad with his strategy, Xavier gave the Energy Mages the go ahead to assist Ivy in anyway they could while Xavier jumped down the wall, using the claws on his custom gauntlets to slide down the stone wall and land in the middle of the mortal forces. He ran straight out to where the opening was and faced down the Greater Demon on the other side as a young soldier was knocked by the Bell Hammer just over his head. "Come and get me, you pompous rat!"

This move was probably going to kill Xavier, but it was all part of his short term plan. Running up one of the bone spears he jumps over the crack in the spear wall, hopefully as Gorain rushs in to kill him, and activates the tatoo on his arm. A bright flash of light appears as his giant buster blade is summoned into his hands, the extra weight bringing Xavier with the blade pointed down right at Gorain's body.

Gorain

The large demon kept on killing soldiers, seeing them cower in fear of his coordinated assault. He laughed allowed in conquer and smashed another human who dared try and spear him through. He did not notice the flying globs of burning oil until it was too late. They landed on the demons artillery, scorching those who fired at the castle and King. This enraged Gorain greatly and he threw several orcs onto the machines. "Work them! Now!" The orcs rushed in fear to use the machines, but they were still coated in boiling oils, and so were unusable for the time being. Only the Dragon Mortor ,which was still firing at the tree line and the archers, and one of the ballistas were able to be used now.

Turning in rage Gorain saw the lone soldier there taunting him. Calling him a lowly rat. Gorain's cracked skin burst in a spout of fire before returning to normal as Gorain charged. "Rat?! Look who is talking!" He was too slow however to evade the fast human. He somehow summoned a sword and drove it straight through Gorain's left shoulder, the holy metal burning his flesh and nearly severing his arm.

Growling with pain as he shrieked in agony he used his right arm and hand to grab Xavier and toss him back towards his own brethren. He then painfully pulled the giant sword out of his shoulder with his hand burning with holy magic the whole way. He threw the sword at Xavier where it implanted near him in the ground.

"You pitiful human! I shall crush you!" But Gorain was in no position to fight anymore. His pride and bloodlust turning to hatred and fear. He pulled back behind his troops and kept them back surrounding the entrance to the bone wall. Turning to the female who was for some reason killing his orcs he would remember to recommend that his master revoke her powers for killing her allies. Moving towards Yrael he shouted across the field. "Yrael! Finish your fight and get in that cage!" He pointed at the trapped soldiers inside his bone wall and let out a strange wolf like howl of pain.

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Character Portrait: Elijin Holtzmann Character Portrait: Aldric Valens Character Portrait: Vyri Veyer Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Xavier Lent
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Ivy turned to the energy mages. "I'll need you to feed me some energy as I work this water barrier spell. When I start chanting put your hands on my shoulders and monitor my energy levels. Once I get low send enough to support the spell only." She instructed. Beckoning the mages to follow her she walked to the fountain and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she began chanting her hands moving to make symbols in the air the mages followed her instructions to the letter. After a minute of chanting a massive wall of water was formed out of the fountain long and tall enough to fit the gates and 6 feet wide. She kept chanting as she and the mages attached to her moved to the back lines and the water was put in the opening giving the soldiers the time and space they needed and keeping the fire at bay. As her energy was being drained she tapped into her crystal. She continued to chant needing the water the stay where it was placed. Her face was full of determination as the water trapped the javelins and stopped the fire balls the orcs threw at their king. Having everything set up she waited for the King to give the word that the shield was no longer needed. Once the order was given to drop the shield she planed on sending all the water at their enemy to unbalance them giving their soldiers the upper hand.

The setting changes from The Plains and Forests of Acatia. to Enri

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Yrael did as told, fighting off the birds from above and deflecting arrows from the rear. Not all of his army made it, many were taken down by the Rangers' arrows. Yrael left the one squad in the woods and galloped toward Gorain, working through masses of swarming bodies, fighting and struggling. He barely made it to Gorain's side. "What can I help you with?" He asked, looking all around at the battlefield. Humans and Orcs were falling on all sides and fires were burning in random patterns around them.

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Character Portrait: Lilith Character Portrait: Yrael Soun Character Portrait: Gorain, the Tyrrant of Antiquis Character Portrait: Orochi
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Walking into what was supposed to be Gorain's camp, Lilith looked around with her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Before she had time to mutter anything about the demon a man stepped out of the trees and up behind her silently. "What is it Orochi?" The man stepped up beside her and spoke quickly, a slight hiss in his voice as there always was. "There is a battle happening outside the castle at the hands of both Yrael and Gorain's men." Without a word Lilith turned and walked back into the trees, Orochi following after her.
Moments later Lilith walked through the battlefield, creating an illusion of blank space around herself and Orochi who was only a step behind her. Looking around it only took Lilith moments to spot Yrael and then Gorain as the mounted fire demon approached him. Narrowing her eyes Lilith smirk slightly and moved in their direction. As she walked she let tendrils of her consciousness brush against the people in her way, human and demon alike, and instilled a strong urge to move out of the way in their minds, clearing a path for Lilith to walk.
As she came up to Gorain and Yrael a sickly sweet smile crossed her face as she dropped her illusion and suddenly appeared before them. Addressing Gorain Lilith skipped forward a step as she spoke. "Hello brother, May I ask why you have deserted your post and disobeyed our Lord's command?" Pausing for a moment she turned her smile onto Yrael but said nothing, knowing for a fact he was not as hot-headed as to disobey the Demon King. Turning her gaze back to Gorain she let her eyes flame with the annoyance and rage she actually felt but kept up her smile, flicking a strand of long brown hair over her shoulder.


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