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Yrael Soun

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a character in “Enri's Fall: The Moors Retribution”, as played by Lirrin

Description

Description
Full Name: Yrael Soun
Nickname: None

Biographical:

Race: Fire Demon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 2 February
Age: 436
Hair: Black, medium length
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Red
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 120lbs

Place of Residence: The Moors
Place of Birth: Rokhi

Relatives: Three Sisters
Enemies: Sona Watlane
Allies: Demon God followers
Pets: Nightmare

Occupation: Demon Reaver
Crafting: Spell-Caster

Appearance: Somewhat on the short side, Yrael is thin yet strong. His black hair is kept relatively short and parted down the middle, yet the bangs still reach his red eyes. He has pale skin and pointed ears and honestly doesn't look very intimidating. But looks can be deceiving.

Yrael has an alternate form, which he doesn't use often because it doesn't 'look pretty'. He can transform at will, but the transformation doesn't last long and uses a lot of energy. In this form he is larger and more muscular, sprouting wings from his back and horns upon his head.

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Fashion of Choice: Yrael enjoys wearing fancy clothes even when going to battle. This includes a long black coat, a cape or cloak, usually red, and a black top hat. He always keeps his sword on his belt, even during ceremony.


Armor of Choice: Leather-based armour keeps Yrael safe during battle, though he wears no helmet.


Weapons of Choice: Fire Magic and a longsword.

Special Abilities: Creation and manipulation of Fire
Personality: Manipulative, loyal
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Motivations: Profit, seeing his Lord succeed
Disposition: Aloof
Outlook:

Religion/Philosophy: Kill it before it kills you.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Positive Personality Traits: Loyal
Negative Personality Traits: Mischievous
Misc. Quirks: Obsessive-compulsive
Affiliations:
Guild: None

Interests: The interests of his Lord
Likes: Riding, Writing, naps
Dislikes: Cats, Cat-folk, cleaning
Favorite Foods: Sushi
Favorite Drinks: Cider, wine
Favorite Colors: Red, black, orange

Hobbies: Wood-carving, practice fighting
Details: Because Yrael is a Demon, it is possible to create a Contract, or Blood-Bond with him. This ritual requires the shedding and swapping of blood between a Demon and a Human, as well as the Human's knowledge of the Demon's Truest name. However, no one has attempted this and survived.
Theme Songs:

History: Yrael did not always work for Lord Alik'rai, for a while he was on his own, answering his own whims and playing his own games. He came across a farmhouse and decided to have some fun, chasing and killing some of the livestock. When the Humans came from the house to try to stop him, he tortured them and eventually killed them, leaving a young teenager alive. In his anguish the boy asked for Yrael's name, vowing revenge. Yrael gave his name, but doubted the boy would ever be his equal.

Several years later Yrael watched Alik'rai's army marching through the city he was in. Intrigued by the dark Lord and his endeavors, Yrael joined the military, steadily working his way up through the ranks. Through training he grew stronger and through battles he earned loyalty, respect, and fear from his soldiers.

After joining Lord Alik'rai's army, Yrael calmed down a bit, becoming less reckless and more responsible. He has a very strong loyalty to his Lord and does as commanded down to the letter. Through the years, however, he has remembered the boy's vow and greatly looks forward to a one-on-one battle.

So begins...

Yrael Soun'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: Valia Hendell Character Portrait: Azuriel Oakskin Character Portrait: Sona Watlane 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: Valia Hendell Character Portrait: Azuriel Oakskin Character Portrait: Sona Watlane 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 Inae Wilds

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Yrael’s troops were a part of the large army circling Inea. His army posted just north of the village of Envine. He sat in his tent preparing various strategies for war when a scout came in to report. “Humans are making their way into the village.” The scout said. Yrael rolled his eyes. “Rally the troops. They should have been ready for this.” He ordered, standing. He sent a squire to ready his Nightmare steed and quickly donned his armour, then stepped from his tent. The fierce wind and snow struck his face and caused him to shiver. Why he had been posted here was beyond him. He patted himself down then checked inside his tent to make sure that he wasn’t forgetting anything. The squire arrived shortly thereafter, leading Yrael’s monstrous horse. Without a word Yrael mounted and steered toward the centre of his encampment. He sat impatiently as his soldiers readied to move. He would leave half of them here and take the rest to see about these humans. When everything was assembled and ready, Yrael moved to the front of the line and began the march toward town. It was only about ten minutes before the mill came into sight and Yrael saw ten brutally mutilated Orcs. He sighed. They had clearly been outnumbered, and what they had been doing out here he could only guess. From what he could tell these Orcs were supposed to be stationed farther north. He dismounted to investigate further.

The setting changes from Inae Wilds to Acatia

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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 Enri

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Xavier Lent

"This rope needs repair, it wont take the strain if we have to launch any of the larger stones." Xavier pointed out the damaged coil rope on the catapult to one of the engineers under his command. The soldier marked the item on his to do list and followed Xavier down the wall of the third level as he made his rounds. Dusk was settling by now, and he was getting exhausted from the constant walking back and forth across the walls to inspect the goings on of the defensive set up. He had already received the kings orders half way through his examination and had to go back to re-align the castle's walls to suit the needs.

This was luckily his last check and afterwards he would be awaiting the arrival of both the Rangers and the soldiers from Inae. He hoped all was well outside the walls, but until news came he would have to sit tight. Moving to the very last installment on the list to check Xavier inspected everything on the catapult from the gears for signs of rust to the ropes for signs of damage, he even did a test fire without ammunition to make sure the whole thing did not simply come apart when needed. Finding nothing out of order he sent the engineer away to prepare the repairs needed and took a well needed sigh of relief. He walked his way down to the front gates where he usually stood on post and sat on a wooden bench where a flask of wine was waiting for him and a small ration of bread. He ate and drank in silence as he stared off at the distance of the plains and forests of Acatia, where it was peaceful except for the demon's camp fires in the distance....

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Gorain

"RHUUUAG!" The humans who dared intrude on Gorain's warband were scattering out of his way, fearful of the arc of his bone hammer as it swung and crushed yet another mortals body into the dirt. His sudden reappearance even surprised his own troops, as he had been down by the river in front of his army for quite some time. He only took a small notice of his Lord's spell weaver in the mix of his troops, but he did not care as there were humans in need of bludgeoning. Taking out another with the strike of his Bell Hammer he spooked the rest off with a wave of demon flame from his mouth, setting several trees ablaze and scorching several of the humans, boiling them alive in their metal suits.

After another minute of battle Gorain, the spell weaver, and the rest of his troops had scared off the band of humans while a patch of forest burned down to their East. Gorain was in a rage, and needed another outlet. Luckily there was the spell weaver there who he could target. "YOU! What is your business with my hogs!" He charged up to the female with a deadly gate, looking to be in the mood that he would smash her where she stood if he did not like her answer. His loud voice boomed across the plains even ending up at the castle where it seemed to stir the humans into an unrest.

Just as Gorain was about to knock the female mage out of his sight, the rest of his army arrived at their position in the woods and brought plenty of siege weapons with them, from iron ballistas to hooked siege ladders, and even a Dragon Tongue Mortar which could combine a Pyromancer's magic and mechanical might into a powerful catapult like weapon. Gorain forgot about the mage and turned to his troops, one of whom brought a message to Gorain's ears. "Sir, a battalion of humans have left the castle and have traveled north, we think to bring the rest of their forces from Inae. Some of the demons have also found a small band of archers several miles off the road moving towards Valens."

At this news Gorain was enraged, roaring a battle cry into the night that once again reached the citadel of Castle Valens. He spoke now to all of his troops at once. "We shall stop the humans from regrouping! Assault their front gate! Block the road with barricades and prepare to feast on man-flesh!" His battalions roared as he did and began to chop down trees to bring with them to construct the barricades. After several dozen trees were being carried by his hogs, Gorain led them to the main road infront of Castle Valens.

His orcs set up the logs several hundred meters infront of the main gate and silently constructed walls of logs approximately 3 meters wide and tall, linked together with rope and supported from behind with more logs. Three of these spanned the road, and the hogs hid behind them. All this was done in the dark and as silent as could be so not to alert the humans until well after their completion. As soon as the barricades were complete, Gorain stepped out from behind one with the siege weapons either on the ends and in between, with the dragon mortar hidden far in back. Gorain ignited the mortar with his fire and launched it up at the castle just as the giant iron spears of the ballistas were fired at the castle's second and third layers. The mortar sailed right over a humans head to crash inside the courtyard on the other side of the humans front gate. The war had begun anew.

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Xavier Lent


Xavier had been just about to snooze on the bench as he was beyond tired from his examinations. The darkness all looked the same to him, or maybe it was just the back of his eyelids. His sleep would have to wait however, as a bright light suddenly sparked infront of his eyes. A giant fireball was coming right at him from the road infront of the castle. Rolling off the bench the giant sphere of flame nearly missed him as it crashed with a resounding boom in the courtyard, cracking the stone and sending balls of burning slag rolling across the courtyard.

Xavier looked back out at the road half blinded by the fire so he could not see what was attacking them. It did not matter what however, it just mattered that something was. A soldier on a higher level must have seen the attack, as he rang a bell to alert the rest of the castle that it was being sieged. Xavier looked up at the bell just in time to see it's ringer be impaled by an iron barbed ballista javelin. Another javelin hit the third level getting it's tip stuck in the stone wall and knocking some of it loose. Xavier yelled for his troops on the walls to evacuate the lower levels and get the civilians to the upper floors. He sent a runner to the war room where King Valens was surely to be and drew his sword, ready to fight.

"To the walls! Arm the defenses! Fight back!" Charging magic into his hands, Xavier sent a beam of white holy magic out into the blackness, illuminating the barricades and the thousands of orcs behind them. Xavier was taken aback at how many orcs could have snuck up on them so quickly, but already he was formulating a plan.

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