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Long Live the King

Long Live the King

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When a wicked necromancer resurrects a dead king to take over the kingdom of Magna and imprison its rightful ruler, rebellion is the only solution.

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Introduction

For many years, King Aelthen IV ruled over the kingdom of Magna. He was a good, honest man, and his subjects respected him.
Then, one dark day the King fell from his horse while out riding, and despite the best work of the royal healers, he died a few days afterwards.
The Kingdom mourned the loss of their King, and the burden of the kingdom’s rule was put onto the King’s oldest child (needed, could be male or female, doesn’t matter too much). However, dark plots were stirring, and a man who would grow to become one of the most infamous creatures the Kingdom had ever seen, stepped forward, a man named Cornelius Skorn.
In the dead of night, he visited the royal mausoleum on the hill overlooking the palace and, using his powers of necromancy, raised the deceased King from the grave. This King however was not the man who had been, he was simply a puppet to Skorn.
Due to the laws of the land, no-one could do anything to stop the undead King taking power again, even though it was Skorn who was controlling him.
The heir and the other royal sons and daughters were imprisoned, in case they should rebel against Skorn’s rule.
There were some however who refused to allow the tyranny to happen. About two years after the dead King returned to the throne, a group of misfits calling themselves a rebellion, broke into the palace, rescuing the heir from imprisonment. With the true ruler with them, they plan to make the citizens of Magna rise up and reclaim their freedom, but they are up against a powerful necromancer, and there is little telling what lengths he will go to stop them.


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Cornelius Skorn: TAKEN
Skorn's Apprentice: TAKEN (By me.)
Skorn's Rebellious Son/Daughter: TAKEN
Heir to the Throne: TAKEN (And rather neede,d if by some miracle there are multiple applications for this character, it'll be decided as to which would work best. :D)
Heir's brothers/sisters: OPEN (A maximum of two of these though.)
Rebellion leader: TAKEN
Rebellion second in command: TAKEN
Rebels: OPEN (As many of these as you want.)

(Roles aren't limited to these, feel free to suggest things! :D)


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)No godmoding/ powerplaying.

2) Be polite in OOC. Rudeness does not impress anyone.

3)Chatspeak makes my head asplode.

4) Don't ignore others, inversely, don't expect everyone else to interact with your character, having them sulking in a corner will not get interaction.

5) Make sure your character fits the setting and plot. If you're not sure if something will fit, by all means ask.

6)Please no shameless attention seeking tactics. You know, characters screaming, sobbing, howling, fainting, dying, getting eaten by wolves etc.

7) I tend to pout a limit on non-humanoid creatures. They must be smaller than twice the height of a human, must be able to talk/communicate in mindspeed or in some intelligable way, and must be civilized enough not to attack people at random.

8 ) Romance is allowed, however it is not to the exclusion of everything else.

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22/30
Characterization: Proficient Plot: Advanced Depth: Proficient Style: Proficient Mechanics: Proficient Overall: Advanced
Jag wrote:The plot, whiel containing a number of fantasy cliche concepts, takes those concepts and makes them fun with an original feeling. Rather than feeling old and rehashed, the concepts are done well and sets the game up for a promising future. The writing tends to flux between very good and very much in need of work, but seldom do the mistakes prevent one from following the story and the characters -- who are slowly starting to shape into their own. If this game can find a way to continue into the future, it has the potential to be one of the better fantasy games on the site. Pros -- good plot, consistent posting, fairly varied cast Cons -- some posts need more proofing, character development is slightly lack, main plot needs to tie things together a bit more

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The beast rose onto its hind legs, a jagged, clawed appendage gripping the young necromancer and raising her to head height, eye level with the towering monster from beyond.

Byt that time Spectre had taken a great deal of punishment. Her middle was torn open, leving a deep, ragged wound that was seeping a great deal of blood, that was trickling its way down to drip off her feet and onto the ground. Her left arm was dislocated, torn free by the force of the beast's jaws. One eye was badly damaged. She had begun to shake, all the usual bravado falling away in place of complete terror. She had gone too far...she hadn't been ready for thid...and she was paying for it.

The beast raised her up, and snarled something, its soujnds forming some sort of gurgling rattle of a language, some sort of dialect that both it and the necromancer seemed to understand. WIth the it drew back and flung her to the ground, with considerable force. It then lowered its hea,d foirm seeming to become translucent as it willed itself back into the proper plane. Creatures did not appreciate being taken where they did not belong.

Spectre landed hard, and stayed where she's landing, clasping the wounds left in her middle, wholly accepting that she'd lost.

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Shaar stood helplessly as he watched the Demon fling Specter back and forth like a piece of meat. He probably should've done something, but what would he have done? If he had attacked, the beast probably would've messed him up as bad as Specter and they would both be lying on the ground mortally wounded waiting for some rebellion scum bag to come finish them off. Eventually, the demon seemed to get over what had pissed him off so badly and held Specter eye level and snarled something demonic. Then it flung her to the ground and vanished.

Honestly, he wasn't exactly sure what he had signed on for anymore.

He walked over to where Specter lay and knelt down beside her. Oh boy, was she messed up bad. Shaar was a mercenary, not a medic. What was he going to do now? There was slim chance she was going to survive this out here, with rebellion troops swarming in the area and the condition she was in. They probably weren't going to be as nice this time and capture her alive, considering she just indirectly killed a whole lot of them.

"...Alright. I need to get you out of here. The Rebels will already be significantly weakened because of this attack. I don't suppose it matters whether we win or lose. Skorn can always just reanimate more soldiers. Speaking of that, you probably won't survive the trip so Skorn will probably have to raise you as well."

Just as he was about to pick her up, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Shaar immediately stopped, stood up, and turned around to see who else had shown up. The last person Shaar expected to see was the leader of the rebellion, but of course, it was. And he seemed pretty exhausted too. Angry demons, vulnerable rebellion leaders appearing from nowhere...Truly, the world is full of surprises!

"Gar Locke! I'm going to enjoy killing you!"

Shaar retrieved his crossbow off his back, took aim, and fired. The bolt was intended for the head of the rebellion leader, but Shaar didn't expect it to hit. Things were never that easy.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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#, as written by Jacopo
The Crow's Wing tavern was a bustle of activity. Vajjhan oversaw the room with a slight feeling of wonder; just a day ago, it had been a simple tavern, albeit more of an underground one. And now, it had become an inn, refuge, hospital, and restaurant rolled into one. Venka had muttered something about kicking the rebels out once or twice. Amused, Vajjhan had pretended to not have heard. He walked through the tables on which several rebels stood, stopping at certain tables to speak a few healing words of magic. Farah and Haiffas were being kept busy with handing out bandages and ointments. Although they were exhausted, the rebels kept up a lively chatter, most just relieved to see the daylight again.

"Uncle," Venka suddenly hissed. Her voice cut through the room; like Saraf's words, it effectively made the rebels silent. Vajjhan turned to Venka, wondering what was going on. The girl opened her eyes slowly, swaying where she stood. It only took two words to send the entire tavern up in a panic. "They're coming."

A heavy weight dropped in Vajjhan's stomach, but the clan leader quickly recollected himself. He had led his clan through far worse than Skorn's men. Cold determination came into his eyes- he would not let these rebels die. "How many?" he asked.

Venka scrunched her eyes shut. "Thirty- no, more like forty...they're getting close-" The panic in the tavern became more severe, as men tried to clamber for their weapons.

"Listen!" Vajjhan boomed. There was dead silence. "There are only forty of Skorn's men," he said quietly. "Each and every one of you are worth ten of them. There are a hundred of us. You must be educated men," a smile formed on Vajjhan's face. "You do the math. Those who are wounded, stay inside. Those who are able to fight, grab your weapons and come with me outside. We will not let them take us."

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Saraf watched wonderingly as Morpeth uncovered a stone square in the middle of the dungeon. Excitement filtered through the Black Prince- they were so close, that artifact would turn the tides completely...little did he know that the druid had already been defeated.

Suddenly, the air seemed to become darker. To someone who had already been trapped by the fearsome shadows that were the Death Bringers, the aura was unmistakenable. Saraf closed his eyes, wondering if he was simply going delusional from the prison. But the air only seemed to become colder, the whispers becoming louder...We can't let them have the Prince.

"Leo," he said, a commanding ring in his voice. "Get out of here. Now."

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#, as written by Seerow
Far from the frontlines tucked away from where the battle raged on waited the Rebellion Commander. Watching solemnly as the former prisoner paid dearly for her ways. The body was mutilated, flesh ripped open, and blood bathed the ground at her feet. She lay in a crumpled heap and just barely breathing at that. Time was short if they wished to spare the young girl’s life. She was far from worthy of their aid, but in his heart Gar knew he couldn’t leave the youth to die like this.

"Gar Locke! I'm going to enjoy killing you!"

Exhaustion almost cost him everything yet somehow his weary limbs managed to throw his body backwards. The bolt whizzed by harmless now as Gar fell on his haunches with a thud. How had he not noticed the thing that now stood over Spectre? Quietly he reprimanded himself for being so clumsy and ignorant of what was just before his face. Pulling himself from the dirt he scooped up Pathfinder back into his hands. Calmly but with wary eyes he patted the dust from his cape and backside.

“You must be one of Skorn’s. Far more interested in destroying one mere man, then saving your own ally. That blatant disregard for life is shared by only one bastard that I know of.”

Once he was comfortable with his grooming he shifted his feet, forcing them apart and bending at the knees. The steel was brought before him and the stiffness in his arms revealed he was more then ready for the next bolt. The new threat could only be described as insectoid, the way its ligaments were jointed, the odd golden carapace. All of it was alike to nature’s tiniest kingdom.

“You’re a different kind of horror I have to admit. Usually his slaves can’t talk, much less not look like something dug up. In the end though I’m not interested in you, that child isn’t going to make it if she doesn’t get help soon.”

Each breath was a deep draw and closer examination would reveal that his legs shook gently. No sleep the night before, charging headlong into war, and trying to fight off the thing from another world. It was all strenuous and Gar was nearing his limitations. This didn’t keep him from fighting however; he would swing his sword till all life left him. The fire held in the stone gray of his eyes, that cocky smirk, he wasn’t going to surrender no matter what. Shaar was given the initiative twice, what would be his choice?

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#, as written by Valor
Nym peered back from where she had fallen, having cast her own invisibilty spell again as to keep herself out of sight of the many enemies that were lingering around. She slowly clambered back up, seeing Gar approach and stop at the sight of the demon tearing Spectre apart. What had made him rush all the way here for? Either way, that strange guy was threatening Gar. She gasped as the bolt almost struck him, thankful for Gar's quick reflex's. He was not 'The Lightening' for nothing.
She smirked as she heard Gar's reply to the creature, her gaze wandering to the battered apprentice as he finally mentioned that the girl was going to die if she wasn't helped soon. Did Gar really want to keep her alive? She was no good to them; she'd already prooven that they couldn't hold her captive for long.

While the strange creature was distracted, Nym snuck over to Spectre; almost forgetting that she was invisible as she crouched as she made her way across to the heavily wounded girl. The invisibilty spell fizzled away, revealing the theif as she knelt by Spectre.
"Luckily for you, Gar seems to want to help you." Nym grumbled as she went to take her rough cloak off. There wasn't much more she could do for Spectre than try and stop the blood. She wasn't a medic, but she had to at least try. "I guess Skorn would only raise you like all the other dead soldiers here..." She continued to grumble as she used her knife to hack at her cloak till enough material could be tied around the wounds; how much use it would be though, she wasn't all too sure.

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

Morpeth looked over his shoulder with slightly widened eyes as he was sure he had heard whispers, a chill running down his spine as he tried to force the thought out of his head. It had sounded all too like Skorn though. His thoughts were disrrupted as Saraf suddenly told him to leave, no questionning in his voice. Something was certainly wrong though - which could only tell him that the whispers were more meaningful than just his wild imagination.
"He knows we're here..." He said as he shot back up onto his feet, cursing himself for having thought that they could ever possibly stay to retrieve the shard. He swallowed hard, not wanting to imagine what Skorn was sending their way. It was not just him that had to escape though; they had come on a rescue mission, it was not going to be wasted now. "We must all leave, now." He hissed, planting his own order on top of Saraf's.

They could enter the castle again, now that they knew where about it was. There were people in the know-how of how to sneak about buildings like this; they just had to be convinced the job was worth doing.
"The crystal can wait a little longer... It is not worth the risk. The rebellion cannot afford to lose any others today." He continued to tell them, his sword still drawn from when he'd dusted of the stone square, using his free had to take Adela's wrist and pull her along behind him - expecting the others to follow as he made his way to the nearest stone door he could remember.

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Kora stepped up behind Gar, giving the blade of bahrgeist a cursory wipe on the grass to try and get it clean as she faced down this new threat.
"The men are doing a pretty decent job of holding them off, but we're going to have to leave here, before they end up sending re-enforcements. Thankfully the undead are slower to chase us thatg any living soldiers would be, but to secure this place we'd have to burn every single body we find....now what's this?" she muttered, watching Shaar.

She recognized him as a pretty formidable opponent...especially as he seemed pretty fresh, and most of the rebels, including her were tired and battered. She wasn't going to show her concern though.

"I've got your back Sir Locke." she stated.
"If needed...."

She was rather hoping it wouldn't come to that. She could do without another fight.


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Spectre didn't object to Nym's help. She wasn't in much of a position to argue...not that she really felt in any state to. She set her head down on the grass and closed her eyes. The pressure applied seemed to slow the bleeding down to a more managable rate at least.

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Shaar threw the crossbow to the ground. It would take too long to reload to be of any further use. He would deal with Locke, sooner or later. But he was right, Specter wouldn't last much longer without medical treatment, practical or magical. Then again, he didn't think it would matter in the end, she would either pass on here or pass on over his shoulder as he fled. He could either kill the rebellion leader here and cripple it's efforts, or he could save Specter and deal with the scum some other time.

"One mere man? Don't be so modest! You lead the rebellion...Killing you would save the lives of hundreds of troops. Specter's life for hundreds more? Seems like a fair trade."

Before Shaar could inform Gar that he wasn't looking much better than Shaar appearance wise, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was that girl that had run off earlier when the demon thundered through. She was helping Specter? Ugh, the rebels really needed to get their act together if they honestly thought it was in their best interest to nurse back to health the woman who just summoned a demon and killed a good amount of rebel troops. Honestly, Shaar never bore witness to the rebels extending that privilege to Skorn's living soldiers. Maybe they were just that stupid?

He looked at Nym, frustrated. How had she managed to sneak up behind him like that? Did he really have time to think about it? He turned to look at Locke, finally making up his mind.

"There's nothing to be done. Her wounds are too severe. She will either die here or on her way to get treatment. So instead of wasting my time trying to help her, I think I will make sure her death will not be in vain by ending the threat you pose once and for all."

Shaar took the spear off his back, holding it in two of his four hands. He was a demon in his own right, a demon of speed and agility. Two exhausted rebels and a child would be no match for him.

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#, as written by Tsoibe
Thorwulf waited inside the cell, close to the door. Since he entered the dungeon he felt this strange urge, as if it turn around, because you were watched. He was unable to define the source of this, it seemed to come from the walls, than it was emitting from the air. Sometimes this feeling was maddeningly intense, as if someone was staring into your eyes, than as if it was only a bystander from far away. At first Thorwulf had attributed this to Skorn's evil presence, his evil deeds that hung like a thick fog all over and within a castle. Than happened something others would barely noticed, but Thorwulf had grown a little paranoid working so close to the castle every day, not that the night in the prison had helped much. This presence of evil thickened around Morpeth for just a moment, before disbanding into the walls again. The prince seemed to be rather shocked for the short time after, a clear sign that it was indeed Skorn. Alerted by this looked over at the rest of the group, Adela should have noticed it, too. They were discovered, Skorn's minions should be on their way already. Morpeth was right, they had to leave, now. There were already footsteps and silent whispers closing in towards the cell's open door. He turned towards the others, whispering a few words.

"You should leave... I will buy us some time."

Thorwulf tried to make clear that they won't have any time for further discussions. He didn't hear the rattling of armors before, that the common guards would make, nor the scuffling of limps on the stone, that indicated undead. This meant that those that would wait outside were with far more expertise. Their only advantage was the invisibility of the other three, the moment of surprise. Thorwulf would stay hard to notice, even while moving, but he highly doubted that he could pass those that waited outside. He moved his lips, but there were no words coming out. Only barely noticeable were his arms moving in wide circular patterns, the motions blurred back into wall behind. He felt the flow of magic sweeping out of him, like the water of a river that had been contained by a dike. The soft wave of it swept through the whole cell, embracing everyone within, taking their forms. Exhausted Thorwulf sat back against the cold stone, his eyes shut by concentration. Wave after wave crawled through the room, those that covered the people in the room started to glow in a soft golden light. It felt warming to the touch, as if there was a soft skin above their own. The slightly glowing duplicate of everyone parted from the original, leaving a cold feeling where it was warm before. Next to the invisible rebels stood exact copies of them in matters of figure and slightly appearance, though seemingly without solidity or skin. They looked like they were made of light pressed into a physical form. The others were now invisible even to those that could perceive the arcane world, their auras now glistening around those figures of light. Each of rebels would feel breathless for a short moment, except Thorwulf, who barely breathed at all. The one that resembled Morpeth held a sword of pure light that resembled the original, the light on Saraf's crawled down his arm to his hand, forming a scimitar, shining as bright as that blade of Morpeth. Rancon's ghost did something very similar, creating a larger variant of Saraf's scimitar, held easily by the figure with both hands. The bright copies of Adela and Thorwulf each created long daggers in one of their hands, they appeared even sharper than real ones.

Each of them stood in a circle, facing each other. Everyone in the room was able to feel the immense energy that was required to hold each of these figures together, they warmed up the air and ground around them. Then without another second passing, all of the five light beings charged out of the door. The glowing auras made them obvious to the Death Bringers waiting outside. They were fast to react, the persons that left the door didn't seem as if they would surrender. The four archers fired their arrows with deadly precision at four of the heads, but the two first beings that stepped outside, blocked each with an uncanny speed. With a blurred motion, because of instability rather than speed, were the next two out of the cell. Rancon's figure swung its double-handed scimitar at the next Death Bringer to the left, who was barely able to hold that massive axe into the attack, catching it before it would behead the skilled warrior. One of the shinning shades, the one that looked like the prince, dashed to the right, with his sword ready to stab. The assassin caught the attack with his twin blades, pushing the blade to the side, only moments before it would move through the chest. The two that first exited the door, jumped, or better hovered, to the other side, close to the archers, while they readied another set of arrows. The glowing copy of Saraf slashed its scimitar horizontally towards the archers, splitting the bow in half, as the Death Bringer tried to block with it. The other, seemingly empty hand dared forward, unleashing a brightly glowing knife at the archer, piercing his chest. It looked painfully, thought there was no blood coming out of the wound, there wasn't even one visible. None the less did the hit archer sink down to his knees, his face a mask of pain. The form of light, that resembled Adela was already standing in front of the other archer, who was fast enough to draw his own dagger. One could see ghostly images of daggers hitting twice between them, like a vision from another dimension, but the real dagger of the ghost of light was already buried deep in the Death Bringer's neck. Like the other he went down, holding the not existent wound with both his hands.

The sudden attack, the strength and speed of these beings, surprised even the seasoned Death Bringers. After they surpassed the first shock, they were able to finally act in this combat. The three mages, that waited behind the others, started to chant. Each of them sounded like a chorus of different, disharmonious voices, frightening and loud. The man with the halberd swung it downwards from behind his comrade with the two swords. Morpeth's shade held his sword against it, blocking the attack, while fighting off the rapid rain of blades of the other assassin. The man with the great axe managed to free himself from the situation to smash his weapon against the glowing shade, who evaded the blow by pushing the attacker against his comrade with the shield, letting the later fall to the ground. The two remaining archers had applied new arrows to their bows, shooting them towards the figures on their side of the corridor. The shade of Saraf dodged the arrow, throwing a knife in return that cut the bowstring, piercing the heart of the archer. Adela's shade seemed to move straight towards the arrow and get hit for a moment, before appearing only an inch to the side of it, so the arrow wouldn't even scratch it. One of the mages, the one that let the stone around him tremble slightly already, was about to finish his spell, before his concentration was interrupted by a dagger piercing through his throat.

The flames that were unleashed by one of the chanting mages heated the whole corridor, manifesting in one massive beam of red fire. Unstoppable it moved towards the shade that looked like Rancon. Just as the massive scimitar moved right through the body of the axeman, both were fully devoured by the flames, leaving nothing but dust behind. Both bodies, those that was of flesh and bones and the one of pure magic was totally destroyed, the stones at the wall glowing from the heat. During this time did the duplicate of Prince Morpeth managed to spin both blades of his opponent towards the opening, while kicking off the feet of his opponent, sending him flying downwards, as it pushed the body against the Death Bringer. This left the light being open to the following attack of the man with the halberd. As the shade of the prince would be beheaded, it disintegrated into nothingness. In the air around the other mage filled with sharp icicles, all raining down at the shade of Saraf in front of him from various directions. The shade's speed even surpassed that of the original, so even before it was pierced by the overwhelming numbers, another dagger pierced the head of the mage. The mage was screaming painfully as he fell down over the railing, smashing into the ground. Still the rain of icicles was already flying, piercing the shinning figure, just a second before it disappeared. The shade of Thorwulf, that had killed the earth mage, had moved between the one with the mace and the remaining mage. The mage exploded in a burst of flame, as the light being just moved into him. The fire burned much of the skin of the man close by. The remaining archer of the Death Bringers found himself falling without even recognizing to be hit, the last thing he saw were ghostly images of possibilities, that were or could have been done by the shade of Adela. The figure of light jumped over to attack the last of the Death Bringers, as he swung the blade of the halberd. Both found themselves hitting each other at the same time. The Death Bringer held his forehead in pain as he fell to his knees, screaming out the pain. Now as all shades were gone, the scene that was there, looked far more surprising than one could have imagined. All Death Bringers lay on the floor, either upstairs or on the ground below, screaming in pain or already unconscious. Within the prince's cell you could hear a seemingly lifeless body drop to the floor from exhaustion.

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“Yeah can’t wait for this day to end either,” he grumbled glancing back to Kora. They were all battle weary, and how the Neverwinter retainer managed to this particular conflict he wasn’t sure. She looked worse then he did, but somehow she had the resolve to carry on with her duties. He was thankful for her aid, and for Nym’s careful hands. Now it was a matter of getting around this newcomer.

“You could kill me and every member of the Rebellion this night, but the deaths wouldn’t stop. Not a day passes by that he doesn't take from Magna‘s children. A thousand faces I have seen vanish before him back when there was no one willing to oppose him. Everything in the heavens hates Skorn, and to hell with him! To hell with you if you follow!”

He crept a few steps forward, careful to stay far enough away from Shaar’s spear. Knowing well that a quick lunge could easily double its length when reaching for an opponent. Pathfinder remained vertical and was kept upraised by two hands, a defensive position designed to react with powerful parries. Gar wasn’t going to open with an offensive. Not when there was a chance the strange being would back down.

“This wasn’t our war, we are not soldiers. We are farmers and outcasts, and orphans… Yet it falls upon us. If we don’t stand up to him, no one will. I revere life, I want to save that girl. You're the only one standing in the way.”

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Kora placed bahrgeist's point against the ground, though gripped the hilt tightly. By the point the burns on her hands had damaged the nerves and become numb enough the it didn't bother her...not the greatest solution, but she supposed it suited the situation.
"Think logically for a moment as to how Skorn's magic works. He cannot resurrect the dead fully, not as they were before. They lose who they are. Even if you did get that necromancer's body back, she'd end up just like the rest of them...except probably a rather inferior specimen in comparison. You're putting yourself at personal risk for another piece of walking arrow fodder. Not wanting to come up with your plans for you, but you could always pop up and try and steal that squeaky little nuisance from us some other time if you're still fixated on it, but at least currently, you'd probably be better off concentrating on more important things." she stated.
She really had no idea why Gar wanted the necromancer around, but this wasn't the time to question his logic. They had to be pulling in one direction for the moment, and could argue about it later.

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#, as written by Jacopo
Rancon didn't waste any time. The moment Thorwulf made it clear that he would provide a sufficient distraction for them to escape, the burly rebel grabbed the Prince's arm, pulling him towards the exit, looked over his shoulder to make sure Adela was following, and threw Saraf over his shoulder when the Black Prince attempted to pull out a set of knives to aid Thorwulf. The clashing of weapons and bodies behind him made it seem as if Thorwulf had conjured an entire army to fight in their stead; Rancon shook his head in brief wonderment before turning his attention back to the tunnels; he could see in the distance a door that led to the outside.

"Rancon, put me down!" Saraf wheezed, futilely pummeling at the man's back. "Thorwulf! I have to-"

"If you went back, Prince, then both of you would be lost. There is no hope of defeating the Death Bringers and escaping this cursed palace alive." Rancon's heart felt heavy as he said it, but it was the cold truth of the matter. "Thorwulf knew that. We'll just have to try and rescue him later."

Disappointed, Saraf accepted the truth in Rancon's words and stopped struggling. "Till all are one," he muttered softly, emerald eyes flashing towards the corridor where Thorwulf was still fighting, looking like two lamps in the darkness. We'll come back for you, Thorwulf. I promise.

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Adela wiped at the stone uncovering the mortar lines around it when she felt her stomach drop, it was the feeling of falling, a pulse of adrenalin rushed through her body, and for a moment she felt dizzy. She heard Saraf speak and was tugged to her feet by the prince, blinking she let herself be pulled along for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. As Thorwulf told them to leave she looked at him in disbelief, as he began conjuring she gulped heavily. They had been the ones who were supposed to be rescued and that was what she saw in her vision, not one of them being stuck in this horrible dungeon.
Taking a deep shaky breath she pulled away from the others looking at them seriously. “I can get us out, as long as we aren’t caged I can do It.” she looked at Saraf “leave it to me, I saw us escaping and that is what will happen. You all go; it will be easier if I only have to watch the future of myself and one other.”

She shivered gently as she spoke, it was obvious she was scared but her crimson eyes held determination and confidence in her abilities. She turned and rushed back to the cage, knowing there was no time to waste. Once she got there she began moving around curiously, taking hay and loose stones and moving them to various places around them. She could see the possibility of captors coming, and she saw the paths they would take. She moved things so that they would trip up those who might come to get them if only for a second, but that second would be all she needed to avoid them.

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Alessa leaned against the wall.
The entire rebel rescue had caught her off-guard, she hadn't expected them to get inside so quickly. But she had been watching as the prince seemed to search for something. What could he want? What could possibly be in the dungeons that he desired? What could he need?
Saraf seemed focused on helping the prince so she had left with the other prisoners. He would assume that was where she had gone and hopefully would not worry, she didn't want to cause him torment. But as the prisoners made their way out, she held back, hiding in a small alcove in the corridor while she thought about what to do. Lanmo knew she was Asela, but she believed everything she needed to defeat her father was here in the castle so although she could not continue to give information from inside, neither could she afford to leave the castle altogether. She needed some answers before she planned her next move so, moving into the most shadowed part of the alcove, she clutched the onyx pendant around her neck.
"Shadus plaus darkos walkus..."
And then she was enveloped in shadow, any who looked into the alcove would see nothing of her, no trace of her being there at all.

Alessa had travelled to the dark plains. The realm of shadow. All was black around her, and yet everything was clear. And as she waited, sure enough, the shape of a man appeared before her. All clad in black with long black hair, pure white skin and obsidian black eyes was Noir the Darkling, her guardian and guide to the plains.
"Well Alessa, it is certainly pleasant to see you again after all this time. Although from the look on your face we take it this is not a social call." He said softly, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I have questions that need answers, urgently."
"As always, we shall do our best to answer. Please, go ahead."
"Prince Morpeth is in the castle, he seems to be searching for something. Do you know what and where it is?"
"The only thing we can tell for certain is that the artifact is of great power, and that they were looking in the wrong place. Not long after your father came to power, many magical objects were moved within the palace. However, we are able to track this particular one down to it's new location."
"Can you take me and the rebels there?"
"Only you and one other none-shadow creature."
"I see." Alessa hesitated a moment. "One more thing, what do you know about Shade's and their masters? The shade that my father has summoned mentioned something about protecting his master's bloodline."
"We would think you could guess that Alessa, although shadow magic and necromancy are different they both use blood magic. As long as either you or your brother are alive, Lanmo lives and serves whomever is alive. After your father's death, one of you will be able to claim his service for your own." He frowned, staring at Alessa suspiciously. "We hope you're being careful Alessa, we do care about you and let's face it, you have a habit of attracting trouble."
"I assure you Noir, I will not be your concern for much longer."
"No riddles please Alessa, that is our job."
Alessa smiled.
"Goodbye."


As she returned to the normal world, Alessa knew what she had to do.
"I can only hope that someday you can forgive me Saraf." She said softly, before touching her pendant once more.
"Shadus Saraf traveus..."
Using the shadows, she travelled to where Saraf, Rancom and the Prince were, timing it so she appeared behind Saraf whilst he had stopped.
"Saraf! Forgive me for sneaking up on you but I had to find you all. The artifact you seek, the shadows know of it. I can take you to it safely." She said earnestly, her voice filled with genuine sincerity and eagerness to help. Surely the prince would realise the significance of this information, they may not get another chance to find the artifact, whatever it was. Alessa couldn't help but wonder what was so important but anyway, as long as she got them to it that was what mattered.

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Nym looked up as the creature said something of how Spectre's wounds were too great to waste time on, catching his glance, Nym flashed a sheepish grin as she tied the last of her makeshift bandages as tightly as she could. The tighter they were, the more chance of stopping the bleeding, she was sure that was the rule. She held her torn cloak before her, grimacing as she saw there was only half of it left in a ragged mess. Now she was going to be cold, and seen by all when she went into town.
Sighing heavily, she folded the rest of the cloak into a rough pillow.
"Be thankful, if your cloak wasn't so bloodied I would've taken it for myself." She grumbled as she gently lifted Spectre's head to put the pillow underneath.

Nym quickly glanced up again, seeing that all of Gar, Kora and this strange creature were ready to take on one last fight. It was two against one, but Kora and Gar were already exhausted from the battles before this. If she wasn't so busy trying to keep Spectre alive for Gar, then she would've stood beside them too. She had to teach that oversized bug a lesson for calling her a mere child.
It was then she noticed Spectre's head lulling to the side, her eyes gently closing as if she were asleep.
"Oi! Oi! Don't sleep! I can't tell if you're alive if you're asleep..." She said rather loudly as leant over Spectre and gently slapped at her face over and over till the girl awoke. It wasn't nearly as hard as her first hit.

"Although, if you come back and try to kill me, I'll have a pretty good idea that you're gone..." She mumbled to herself, checking that she hadn't missed any fatal wounds. "Talk to me! Tell me a story, anything! Maybe even how you became Skorn's apprentice...?" Anything to get the girl awake and talking, anything to tell her that the girl was still alive.

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Morpeth wasn't allowed time to see what the army of light that Thorwulf had conjured up was going to do, Rancon having taken him by the arm and practically dragging him out of the dungeon through the hidden corridor that he had opened up. Saraf was in no position to try and argue and get his way back onto the battlefeild, Rancon holding the man strongly on his shoulder - much to Saraf's disapproval by the look of things.
Morpeth paused for a moment as Adela told them to go on and let her set up her little traps for who ever was going to follow. He could only trust her in what she was doing, not all together knowing what power the woman had to stop what was going to follow them.

He had to run to catch up with Rancon again, this time only to be stopped by Alessa. His eyes narrowed slightly as the girl appeared from the shadows, the daughter of Skorn herself. He never would fully trust anyone by that name, however she had not taken part in his imprisonment or torture, Morpeth would not take his anger out on her. She apparently knew where the shard was, glancing at Saraf from behind Rancon to get his view on this.
"We should get it now, while we have the help of another. If Skorn realises what we're looking for, he might move it again, or worse destroy it."

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By that time, all Spectre really wanted to do was to go to sleep, but as she got slapped several times across the face several times she realized that it probably wasn't going to happen. She forced her eyes oepn, trying to focus on the figure of Nym, who appeared more as a vague blur.

She listened to what she was saying, gatheirnf that there was probably a good reason to keep her talking, and began trying to think of an answer. It was a rather long pause before she'd come up with an intelligable answer.
"..I..SKorn took me in...when I was...three..." she rasped, pausing for a few moments to cough.
"...after my mother and father were killed...by the King's men..."

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Shaar looked at Locke and then back to the woman with the large sword. Admitedly, they had a point. Skorn probably wanted Specter alive...Maybe he could just spring her loose when they had played their part and healed her. One of them had already snuck up behind him and started working on her wounds. Yes, it would be easier to leave her here and come get her at a later date. For now, there were troops in the rebel camp that needed to recover their advantage. The loss of the demon would be a hit to morale...That is, if any were left living and had not merely been turned into undead abominations.

Shaar spun his spear faster than any human eyes could follow it. It looked to just be a blurry circle of movement. He suddenly stopped and sprinted full speed at Locke and the other woman, but before either party could come into range with their weapons, Shaar jumped. He propelled himself over them, landing a few feet behind them. One of these days another opportunity for the head of Locke would present itself. For now, he'd ensure the rebels in the camp were eradicated.

The insectoid mercenary snarled something in a foreign language before sprinting off towards the battle.

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#, as written by Seerow
The strange encounter had drawn to its conclusion with the creature pole-vaulted over the line and was off to the skirmish. The tension that had run so high now settled, but for the Commander the brief reprieve offered no relief. They were losing this war all on the course of a few days, and saving everyone was impossible. Doubt crept into his thoughts, and his face became solemn with grief. How had Skorn anticipated their every move?
He faced back to where the armies were clashing. A clear view wasn’t needed to guess what was happening. They were falling apart, brave men and women paying the ultimate price for his failures. Gar drew deep breaths, trying to soothe the burning of his lungs. Holding back an outcry of frustration, it all seemed so hopeless.

“We have to retreat.. Let’s get the men called back. We’ll break for Aerie Peak.”

He couldn’t even start to formulate any plans on safely transporting Spectre, ultimately he wanted to spare her life and yet there were far more pressing matters. Placing his faith wholly upon Nym, he began after Shaar of the Golden Sands. Taking the same path that led back into the fray.
By the time he could reach the frontlines the rebels were desperate and frightened. For every enemy felled it would soon rise again twisted by the wiles of necromancy. Friends and foe alike were upraised, standing on dead feet with soulless eyes. A harrowing sight, but a prime example of why they fought Skorn’s tyranny.

“Sons of Magna, fall back! Escape these devils that we may face them again someday. Flee my friends to the mountain where the dead cannot tread so easily. Retreat, retreat, retreat!”

His call was hoarse, but it wouldn’t take long to spread on the winds of battle. The rebellion was routing, its dead enemies lacking their fleet feet would be hard pressed to give any sort of chase. Still Gar ventured into the front lines, Pathfinder ringing free from its sheath and lashing out at their foes. He would buy every member as much time as possible, and his blade would find its fill of gore.

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Princess Remora

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Alessa Skorn

Skorn's daughter, she acts as an inside agent for the rebellion.

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Cornelius Skorn

A powerful Necromancer who will employ whatever means necessary to insure the ascendence of Magna and his rightful place as its ruler.

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Saraf Vasiki

A quiet but determined agent for the rebellion

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Prince Morpeth Aelthen

The rightful heir to the throne.

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Ailill of Silvar

Knowledgeable and respected Council member and advisor of the Rebellion. Known among the rebels as Juve.

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Skorn's apprentice, utterly decicated to the cause, almost scarily so.

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Saraf Vasiki

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Princess Remora

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Nym Tamesis

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Prince Morpeth Aelthen

The rightful heir to the throne.

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Cornelius Skorn

A powerful Necromancer who will employ whatever means necessary to insure the ascendence of Magna and his rightful place as its ruler.

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Ailill of Silvar

Knowledgeable and respected Council member and advisor of the Rebellion. Known among the rebels as Juve.

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Alessa Skorn

Skorn's daughter, she acts as an inside agent for the rebellion.

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Skorn's apprentice, utterly decicated to the cause, almost scarily so.

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Ailill of Silvar

Knowledgeable and respected Council member and advisor of the Rebellion. Known among the rebels as Juve.

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Cornelius Skorn

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Skorn's apprentice, utterly decicated to the cause, almost scarily so.

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Skorn's daughter, she acts as an inside agent for the rebellion.


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Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Where's everyone gone? I'm still waiting for Jacopo to post so I can respond. I really hope this hasn't died, I was enjoying this.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Starting to seem like it, which seems rather sad.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Did the holidays kill this roleplay?

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

I'm terrible sorry once more, but I won't be able to make a post until tomorrow. But once I do I will Pm you, Tsoibe and then make a really big post to try and redeem myself but I'm always really busy around these holidays and a couple of days after them. School starts soon and I have a couple of projects to finish. :/

As I stated, I'll post for sure tomorrow and I'm going to try and make it a big one while answering you Tsoibe. ;)

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

I would reply... but I don't know whether to wait for Jacopo so that I can post as both characters at the same time... :|

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Don't you worry guys (and gals), I am still with you. I am just waiting on our villainous shade to answer a PM to me.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Sorry fellas won't be able to post this weekend, just thought I'd drop a note. Too long of shifts in between goodbyes to friends returning to their various homes. Tuesday will be the absolute latest I promise.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Sorry for not posting. Holiday aftermath and all that.
Will whip up a post soon.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Same here, sorry for taking forever to make a post. Christmas and exam revision and work... Argh!
I hope I gave people enough to work with till my post again. (:

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Sorry for not posting recently, things have been hectic lately and I've been struggling to keep up with my roleplays. Hope what I've written is good enough to make up for it.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Looks good Tsoibe. They will pay for their failures. xP Also I'd like to know what you think Lanmo should do with Throwulf? We could of course discuss this over PM because I'm pretty sure Lanmo wouldn't keep Thorwulf alive for long, but that's just me though.

Oh and sorry for moving forward Crowboy but I felt like I had been waiting too long for any response.

I'll get a response up when I get the chance, rather busy right now with other projects. ^^

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Hey guys, sorry i've been away, my laptop broke.

But i'm back on my new macbook :P

Looks like i'm dead though :( Oh well, I guess Ailill will have to return later - he'll just talk through the crystal.

Re: [OOC] Long Live the King

Ok, I posted. As the other characters are invisible, they could have slipped through during or after the fight. That's totally up to you.

@Sibrand: If you want to change some things, as the Death Bringers are yours, tell me.

Edit: The hits of the light weapons would feel like real ones the moment they hit. They are lethal if the hit a nerve center, as they would cause the heart to stop. Other wounds would feel painful and may render the victim unconscious by the hit, but neither of these attacks leaves a permanent wound. This is sort of Thorwulf's strongest spell, from those he could cast without killing himself.

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Personally I think Thorwulf deserves to have this show. Saraf wouldn't be any use in his condition, and Rancon knows nothing about magic, so none of my characters have a place in this fight.

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I have a plan for the escape from the prison. It's a spell that creates semi-solid duplicates of everyone in the small group, thought rendering Thorwulf's body unconscious. The others would be able to escape, but your Death Bringers could trap Thorwulf in the end.

Of course I don't want to exclude the others from it, if any of you wish to partake in this fight. If you think I am stealing your show to much, just tell me. Thorwulf is just such a show off sometimes.

If you want, we could play out the fight in the chat (ooc) and than I can write down what exactly happens.

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Jacopo wrote:
PsychoNezumi wrote: it looks like the rebellion could use some more power right now.


Hear, hear XD

Sibrand, will you mind very much if I have Vajjhan and co. go ahead and defeat all of Skorn's soldiers? There are only 40 of them, and a hundred of us. I mean, we would incur wounds and all that, but it seems that we're starved for a victory.


Sure, yet do think about the fact that once a soldier dies they rise within seconds as a dead warrior under Skorn's fully command. So it's more like 80 against 100. :P

But do go ahead ;) I've got other plans for you before the end. xD

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PsychoNezumi wrote: it looks like the rebellion could use some more power right now.


Hear, hear XD

Sibrand, will you mind very much if I have Vajjhan and co. go ahead and defeat all of Skorn's soldiers? There are only 40 of them, and a hundred of us. I mean, we would incur wounds and all that, but it seems that we're starved for a victory.

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Tsoibe wrote:Fine with me. I guess this won't overpower your character to much, as she still would have to react physically after she received the information. Maybe you could just add this ability in more uncontrolled, as in getting the urge to step to the side to evade a mortal blow, rather than continuous foresight in a fight.


Also, a few things I need to now about the fight before I post:
How many Death Bringers are there? What weapon do they carry, how many per weapon?
As there is most likely a corridor in front of the cell of the prince, could you describe the basic formation a bit?

I know it may sound like a bit much to ask, but I don't want to assume to much about other people's npcs.


First, let me quote myself from my description of the Death bringers in a earlier post:

"Skorn's daughter is not here. We, on the other hand, are here. throw your weapons four meters away from yourself and place yourself on the ground. You are surrounded." The man with the bow said. He was aiming an arrow right at Saraf's heart and one wrong move and he would unleash it. Out from the shadows all around Saraf came nine other figures. Four of them was holding different melee weapons, two of them plus the man who had spoken wore bows and the last three was each armless but you could see the magic burning in their eyes. They were the Death Bringers; General Lanmo's most feared elite squad.


So 4 warriors, 3 Archers and 3 magic users. Let's get into details...

The four weapons the warriors each bear are the following: A large two-handed Axe, two half-long swords, a halberd and a mace with a shield.

The magic users use three elements like I said before: Fire, Ice and Earth.

And last but not least, the Archers all use bows with outstanding precision.

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And for the description of the corridor, well think more like this:

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And the cell you're in are on the upper floor. Gives someone the chance of kicking someone down ^^

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Fine with me. I guess this won't overpower your character to much, as she still would have to react physically after she received the information. Maybe you could just add this ability in more uncontrolled, as in getting the urge to step to the side to evade a mortal blow, rather than continuous foresight in a fight.


Also, a few things I need to now about the fight before I post:
How many Death Bringers are there? What weapon do they carry, how many per weapon?
As there is most likely a corridor in front of the cell of the prince, could you describe the basic formation a bit?

I know it may sound like a bit much to ask, but I don't want to assume to much about other people's npcs.

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I was wondering how far you guys would mind me going with Adela's powers, I don't want to step on any ones toes or go too powerful. I was thinking of her being able to judge an opponents next move to an extent and react to them, it looks like the rebellion could use some more power right now.