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The Gift

The Gift

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The gods have all died out, and their power is ours for the taking. Who will become the next gods? Only war, holds the answer.

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Introduction

Hm? Now how did you get here, my friend? Who are you? Oh, nevermind. It doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? Just leave this old man to his thoughts...hm? You're still here? Ah, I see! You wish to hear my tale. Hah, many have come to listen to the story of how our land, the beloved Norr, ceased to be. How the earth revolted against us, how the skies bled flame and ash and how the oceans rose up to devour the continent. Now I see that i've caught your attention. Then, I shall begin...

Our tale begins not with the beginning of the world, not with the birth of some great hero, not even with creation. No, this story begins with one of the most ancient concepts of this world; death. But, to properly explain, I must take you even before the beginning, before the end started. To the realm of the Gods.

Now, i'm not one for religion, and really, I don't know much of anything about higher powers...all I know is that they created Norr, it's land, it's oceans, and everything inbetween. You and me, the sky, the trees...oops, didn't mean to rhyme there. Anyway...in the beginning, there were gods. Nobody knows how they got here, except for the dragons maybe, and frankly, nobody cared. The fact was gods were the masters of Norr as well as it's creators. The gods turned barren soil into forests, deep trenches into oceans and so forth. Eventually, they grew bored with the world and decided to fill it with occupants. The gods disagreed, however, on what type of creature should inhabit Norr. Half of them said that an adaptable, cunning beast should inhabit the world, while the other half debated that strong, instinctual beings would be more entertaining to watch. So, not coming to an agreement, the gods simply created both creatures; The cunning Civee, and the feral Primah. One god broke the rules though, and created a beast totally of his own creation that dwarfed both the civee and primah in wits or power. The dragons.

To say the least, it was interesting. The civee quickly spread and created places to live, using stone, wood and other resources for homes as well as cultivating land for a steady source of food. The primah, on the other hand, wandered and hunted, feeding upon the civee, the plants and even one another, never knowing where or when their next meal or last breath may be. The dragons though...damn, they just threw balance out the window. These great engines of fire and fang laid waste to the bastions of the civee, and hunted the hunters of the primah with ease. Within a relatively short span of time, the dragons conquered.

One would think that the dragons would flourish at the expense of their subjects...but it was quite the opposite. Under the wise and powerful dragons, the other two races prospered as well. The daconic overlords split the versatile civee into different castes based on their abilities, and these castes were sent to different locales to do their work. With time, they adapted to suit their work. The stoneworkers were sent to the caves, and became the dwarves. The hunters, trackers and woodcutters were of course sent to the forests, and became the elves. The thinkers, artists and chefs remained in the cities and became the humans and halflings. Dragons grew fond of what they had created, and taught their people the ways of magic and the worship of the gods. These creatures became known collectively as the Civilized.

Unlike their civee brothers, the primah would not be so easily tamed. They actively opposed the dragons in battles, knowing that dying and killing would be preferable to the draconian rule. Although many died, they did manage to slay numerous dragons and evolved because of it. Once more, unlike their counterparts, the primah did not grow based on their roles. Each and every region created their own beasts out of the primah. The minotaur, the lamia, the orcs and the gnolls are all but a piece of what have become of the primah...or, as they called themselves, the Savage.

Well, um...I don't know what to tell you about what happened after the Civilized and the Savage came to be...just that alot happened. Over the course of two millenia came the advancement and refinement of magic, castles, migrations of people and the advents of empires, but the most notable would have been the fall of the dragons. Between the relentless opposition of the Savage, and the Civil rising up against their overlords with the very magic they were taught, the dragons were decimated and scattered. Heh...for a few hundred years, we actually had some peace and quiet. Well, aside from the whole racism thing between Civil and Savage...but that's only to be expected when differences are apparent, eh? Still...I don't think anybody would've guessed what would happen next.

The gods began to die. One by one, for no discernable reason, they went silent. In less than a year, every god died off. Oh yeah, the kicker, what started all of this...the very last words any god ever shared with the world, the very words that ignited the war that would end the world...


"I am the last of the makers. I have come to deliver a message in my final moments. Our divinity is no longer our own, but somebody must take up the mantle of godhood. However, only one people may be granted the gift. To be put simply...the civee. The primah. The dragons. Only one of you can take the power for your own, as the others must perish for it. Goodbye."

And that was it. The gods had spoken. They're all dead, and we get the power as long as we kill off the other two groups. Of course, nobody was going to pass up the chance to be a god! So the descendants of each original race, the primah as the Savage and the civee as the Civil, banded together against the each other in an all out war. It was pretty much the Civil against the Savage, as the dragons were nowhere to be seen. They died out long ago...it was a wonder why the gods even included them in the prophecy.

Well...that's all you need to know beforehand. Now the story begins in earnest...we begin, with the seige of Infidis Castle...


Alright, so if you haven't guessed by now, this is a scifi-fantasy rp that takes place in what is for the most part, a traditional fantasy world. Orcs, elves, dragons and damsels in distress. Well, take those thoughts and shove em where the sun don't shine. This is a war, so there is no humans=good and trolls=bad, no black and white, only shades of gray. All you need to know is this; What shade are you? Do you stand with the Civil for a world of order, or the Savage for an existence of freedom? Or, do you have your own plans on becoming a god? Well, here's your chance. The rp begins in the middle of one of the largest battles of the war, so get ready for some action right off the bat!


Lands:
Imperian- The greatest bastion of the Civil, this country consists of a series of great cities in the center of which lie giant castles. This is the main land of the humans and halflings, although a healthy amount of other Civil races dwell here as well. Outside of the cities near the mountains, orcs and goblins are prevalent.

Terra & Sub-Terra- A mass of great mountain ranges that intersect the lands. These titanic mountains are unique in that they house the kingdoms of both the dwarves and the minotaurs. On the mountaintops and ranges, live the harpies in the nest villages. Inside the first level of the mountains live the dwarves along with a sprinkling of other Civil races, and their forge kingdoms. Just below them within the cave systems live the iron dwarves and the deep humans, who prefer the darkness and pressure of the lower levels. On the lowest levels, within the dark stone labrinths, live the great minotaur along with no small number of nightmarians. The intersecting factions are often at odds.

The Greatwood- Exactly what it sounds like, a country's worth of woodlands of different types. Within the Greatwood are the forests, filled with ancient towering trees, and the swamps, water-logged mires with a canopy of low-lying vine trees. The two main races that reside in this country are the Civil's elves who live in the forests, and the Savage's lamia who live in the swamps. The elves and lamia constantly engage in skirmishes with one another one the lands between forest and swamp, usually due to another arguement erupting over the long standing question of who are the better archers; Lamia, or Elves?

The Jurial Plains- This country is known as the Heartland, the capital of the Savage races. Tribes, camps, settlements of mud and sand, all of it can be found on this wide expanse of golden savanna. The most common race here is the Gnolls, but numerous other Savage races live and hunt within the Heartland. A small amount of halflings live on the borders of the plains.

Umbridge- A warped and dark land that was once a lush and vibrant forest, now a twisted horror-infested jungle. So thick is the canopy of this place that no natural light ever filters down within, leaving the jungle in total darkness. Most of the plant life is sentient, constantly moving and hunting down prey. It is only fitting that the insectoid nightmarians of the Savage call this place home. The dark elves, also have several settlements within the northern reaches of Umbridge.



Civilized Races:
Human- The most abundant race of the Civil, humans rule most of the non-forest surface world. They come in all sizes, colors and personalities, and are versatile in the sense that they can utilize almost any form of combat and magic. Humans have no specific classes they specialize in, but their culture in dealing with the angels and chivalry lead many of them to become knights, priests and paladins. Humans have a lifespan of roughly seventy-five years.
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Deep Humans- Human’s that found their way into the darkest parts of the world, they have white skin; their eyes are a bit larger and tend towards brilliantly colored hues to help them see in the darkest depths of the places they live. Deep human’s tend towards being a bit taller than normal humans and have a lighter bone structure and muscle structure than the average surface human. They tend towards ruthlessness moving in small, but powerful and adaptable communities within the darkness. They specialize in the arcane arts and the art of subtlety; tending to stay near larger cities living in the tunnels that stretch for miles beneath each metropolis. They tend to live to the ripe old age of 125.
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Elf- Elves are delicate, fair and the epitome of grace. They appear similar to humans, although thinner, slightly shorter and have long ears tapered to a fine point. Most elves have autumnal hued or light hair, usually kept long and smooth while their clothing is either colorful and flambouyant, or tight and woodland-colored. They have an uncanny ability for hunting and the usage of bows and arrows, leading them to become rangers, duelists and archers who specialize in the use of shortbows. With their intimacy with nature, elvish druids and tamers are not uncommon. Elves usually live around three-hundred to five-hundred years.
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Dark Elves- Much like their paler skinned cousins Dark elves have a graceful presence to them, they have high cheek bones and a beauty that few within the world can equal except for their surface kin. Dark elves skin is dark shades of ebony ranging from ash gray to deep black, their hair is normally white though can be shades of gray and sometimes though rarely black like their skin. Their eyes normally have multi-colored hues though tend towards blood red, or pale red. Their race tends towards blade wielders and arcanists, using one skill or the other to strike fear in the hearts of those that dare tred over their land or oppose them in battle. They stay in dark regions either in the deepest darkest forests where others dare not tread or in the twisted tunnels beneath cities and mountains. After about 400 years the vitality of the dark elves begins to wane, but exceptional members of this race have been known to live upwards of a millenia.
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Dwarf- Stout and stalwart, the dwarves of the mountains are the iron shield of the Civil. Dwarves are a sturdy people who, although not the tallest folk, easily make up for this shortcoming with a well-muscled physique. Males and females are roughly the same height, around four and a half feet, while men usually have more muscle and a great amount of facial and body hair. Due to their long history as guardians coupled with their powerful builds and dedication to the angels, dwarves make for great knights, paladins, crossbowmen and monks. Given their great wisdom regarding the stone, some dwarves become geomancers and alchemists. On a side note, dwarven people in general dislike the minotaur because they see the great horned beasts as invaders in their mountain home. They live roughly 150 to 250 years.
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Iron Dwarves- Though slightly larger than the average dwarf Iron Dwarves share their kin’s love of stone cutting and metal shaping. Iron Dwarves are the reason the words β€œDwarven made” hold considerable weight in this world, they specialize in crafting weaponry and armor. They use metals that most other races can’t even understand how to bend and mine, and they know warfare like it is there very reason for living. They have black to dark tan skin their hair is often times black to red and every shade in between. Their eyes range from blood red, all the way to pale gray. Dwarves tend towards battle oriented tactics and life styles, they love crafting for war, almost as much as they love fighting which leads them to become warlords and knights as well as warlocks. They live on average up to about 300 years old though to die old and decrepit of natural causes is the worst possible dishonor a Iron Dwarf could ever imagine.
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Halfling- The halflings are a diminutive race distantly related to sprites, who stand at a very small height of three feet at their tallest. Halflings appear to be childish humans that have shrunken to about half of their normal size, hence the name. Their eye and hair colors range across every color, common hues being blue, red and green hair. For some reason, even one that the halflings themselves cannot discern, the race as a whole has an uncanny ability to harness arcane power. This leads most halflings to become mages, sorcerers, wizards, witches and warlocks. Due to their small stature and mediocre strength, halflings who opt for melee classes usually train in the ways of the scout, assassin and rogue. Most halflings live about 90 years.
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Savage Races:
Gnoll- The gnolls are a breed of tall, well-muscled humanoids with the head of a canine and furred bodies. Gnolls generally appear to be hyena or wolf men, standing at roughly seven and a half feet in height. Females are usually more sleek and delicate than the males, who have thick arms and legs. Almost every gnoll adorns themselves with tattoos that are burned into their coats and bone jewelery. This race prides itself on it's physical abilities and it's dedication to a successful hunter-gatherer society. Their preferred occupations are any melee classes and trackers. Gnolls live around sixty years on average.
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Harpy- Are a feral species that combine the predatory aspects of birds of prey with humanoids. They tend to be tall, light boned creatures with large bird wings protruding from their backs. Their faces are narrow and elf like though they have sharp fangs instead of teeth like one would imagine an elf having. Their legs are bird like and bent backwards, their feet tipped with black talons as are their hands. Harpies tend to live in small flocks, though are prone to kill one another when food grows scarce or the flock gets too large. They normally rely on brute force though they also are very good archers, assassins and have an uncanny ability for the voice-based bardic magic. Harpy males are rarely hatched, and because of this females often hunt for viable mates to enslave and then eat once their purpose is finished. Harpies can live to 250 years old though due to their aggressive social structure and combinative nature it is rare for them to live much past 30 years old.
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Minotaur- These behemoths are characterized by an appearance of a large, humanoid bull. Minotaur are very large in height and muscle, even the women, although they're much more feminine. They usually stand at a height of ten feet, with the males being much more heavily built than the females. Most minotaur braid their hair or let it hang in wild bangs, usually with some kind of beads or charms woven in. They're easily the most powerful race physically, making for excellent warriors and berserkers of any kind. They show little aptitude for any magic beyond druidism though, and arcane practices are frowned upon in their society. The minotaur have a deep seated hatred for the iron dwarves due to their encroachment on the minotaur subterranean mazes. Minotaur live about a century.
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Lamia- The lamia are a race of humanoids with the lower body of a large snake, and the upper body of a particularly attractive human. Lamia of royal blood have bone-like protrusions growing from their head and spine. They have strength comparable to that of minotaur despite their delicate countenence, and prefer the use of longbows for the strength required to wield them. The lamia serve as spiritual advisors to the Savage, due to their close relationships with primal spirits which lead many lamia to become shamans and druids as well as sorcerers. Their lifespans are roughly two to three centuries on average.
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Orc- Orcs are unique in the fact that they are the only Savage race that draws upon the powers of the angels. They are usually a bit taller than humans with green or brown tinted skin, toned muscle and most orcs have two pronounced teeth from their lower jaw. Females are smaller than males and more svelt, while both male and female orcs prefer to wear either heavy armor or almost no clothing at all. Due to their affinity for divine sources of power and athletic physique, orcish people usually become fighters of some kind, healers and clerics, and shamans.
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Goblin- Goblins are a race of diminutive, curious imp-like creatures with an uncanny knack for problem solving. They are generally under three feet tall, with green, yellow or orange skin, dull colored hair and sharp teeth. Young goblins have tails, while older goblins have more pronounded profiles. All goblins are fairly social creatures, if short-tempered. They make for excellent rogues and scouts, and have a good amount of magical ability leading some to become alchemists and mages. Most goblins have an affinity for treasure hunting no matter their class, and can't resist a good shiny object. Goblin's lifespans range from fifty to two-hundred years.
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Nightmarian- Created by the rapid evolution of magic-exposed insectoids, these beast men resemble humanoids with insectile features. Females are built a bit larger than males while both have sharp teeth and skin thick as chitin. They don’t use their eyes as much as they use a unique vibration sensitive ability known as tremor-sense and a refined sense of smell. They normally have dark skin as well as hair while their eyes tend to be black and pupil-less. Each individual nightmarian can live up to 30 years, while some of the more advanced species of the race can live up to 200 years. Melee users tend towards swarm like maneuvers leading them to become hunters and soldiers, relying on their long claws and sharp teeth for attacks. They do use weaponry when needed though for the most part the weapons come from the bodies they reap and the slaves they take. For some reason, the race as a whole excels in the use of arcane magic instead of primal abilities, so it isn't uncommon for nightmarians to become mages of some kind.
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The Akaldai Pass

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A great passage canyon.

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The Savage army base.

Civil Encampment, Justice

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The Civil base camp.

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Imperian

Imperian by RolePlayGateway

Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.

Gia

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A very large city built to be a safe haven for all.

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As the little woman stirred and was finally roused from her slumber, Belsius cocked his head slightly in confusion. She was holding a skull. Of all the little round, black objects one could be cuddling with while sleeping, he wouldn't have counted a charred human skull to be very high in the listings. His attention was drawn to the halflings worn face, and he blushed at the adorable squeak of a yawn the little thing made. After getting her bearings, captain Duff immediately went on to explain what the dark article of bone was. Belsius frowned slightly and stared at it. He had sensed an air of wrongness around the two captain's tents, but accosted it to the fact that one had been a potent necromancer. Now, focusing on the skull, he was sure that the source of the dark impulses came from this black skull. The dark elf would've taken and destroyed the thing, had he not confirmed Miralight's insinuation that it could speak. Indeed, he could feel the presence of a spirit about the skull, not even a malign one...just...observing.

”You look a lot like another elf I meet this morning that blessed Nhil’s body for me.. same eyes.. mmm but I think you’re a little shorter then him.” her tiny voice piped up, cutting off the cleric's train of thought. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. She, a creature of barely waist height was saying that he was short? With a mock size comparison, she confirmed his suspicions. ”Yep!”

"Yes, well, I'm sure that Melianth might appear taller he is not...wait." Belsius leaned forward and furrowed his brow in confusion. "You're the woman he helped this morning? Ah...nevermind. It doesn't matter, a good deed is good no matter the person. I am Belsius Avaran, by the way. The...taller, dark elf you met is my brother Melianth." the young darkling looked on with a puzzled expression once more when the halfling whipped out a pen and book that seemed to be writing itself. Once again, Miralight shocked the dark elf out of thought by suddenly speaking.

”So.. ahh.. why are you in my tent again? I mean I’m sure I stink.. but I couldn’t have been that offensive!.. Really!.. OH!.. wait.. you mentioned something about General Ebon?” his thoughts quickly turned back to the task at hand.

"The flogging! Quickly, we need to get to the center of camp. Post haste, if you will." with that the cleric made a swift pace for the site of his queen's punishment.


Melianth had been leaning against a wooden post near the front of the crowd, a scowl darkening his usually cheery demeanor. Fong had just gotten through with the second lash and was winding up for the next. The dark elf snarled softly, seeing that Diloxi's flesh already began to weep crimson. His eyes shifted slightly to Bel's arrival, and a near imperceptable shake of the head was his only acknowledgement that he'd even seen his brother. Belsius stood next to Melianth and as the next lash fell his mood soon shifted to mirror his brother's. In silence, the Avarans bore witness to their sovereign ruler being beaten like some disobedient step child, or a common thief. Along with a fair amount of similarly grim-faced dark elves, they looked on at the spectacle, wondering; Is this something to be proud of? That we can endure this...or is this merely humiliation?

After what felt like a small eternity, general Fong lowered his arm with the final swing. The brothers let out a held breath and walked up to the stand where the generals stood while the crowd dispersed almost instantly. Other than a few resentful dark elves hanging back, most of the onlookers were gone within minutes. Belsius walked past his general, without even a sidelong glance, moving to untie his queen. Melianth stopped and stood his ground, facing down Fong. The cruel edged general had ordered no true healing be administered to Diloxi...but Melianth deliberately stared his general in the eye and conjured up a magical golden light upon his hands. For a long moment, he stood, watching. But in the end, it was merely a small act of rebellion. The healing lights faded and Melianth stormed off with a snarl of frustration. Belsius slowly passed by Fong, dragging Diloxi with one are under her shoulders. In complete and utter silence, the dark elf brought Diloxi to the healing tents and closed the surface wounds with a minor prayer himself. After resting the beaten woman on the bed, he kneeled down and intoned a prayer in the elvish language to the angels. And then, he was gone.

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Dukald watched as Diloxi was whipped, in front of the entire army. He was grateful, extremely towards her. If she had not vouched to take the blame all to herself, he would've likely been up there as well. He probably would visit her later, to show his gratitude. Perhaps a gift of some sort. Elves and dwarves had never gotten along, due to their high-bearing attitude and their noses held high in the air like sails. But this elf wasn't like the others. For that, he was glad to have her as a general.

This other man, "Fong" was strict, and harsh. But it wasn't his fault. It was understandably 'You must be this tall to ride'. He was only doing what needed to be done to enforce no shortcomings in his army. Whipping? A little barbarious in Dukald's oppinion, but it wasn't much better than the dwarves' method of punishment, which varried from branding, to stoning....or even getting tossed into the arena with a gladiator armed with a cestus. If by anything, these men, his allies....even himself. They were not 'Civil'.

But he digressed, as the whipping soon stopped.... He hadn't payed much mind to it, not wanting to focus what the lashes would sound like. His mind began to wonder elsewhere.... He wondered if the Savage had any more spys, and were planning to attack now, at their moment of weakness. He wondered if he'd die in battle. He wondered if Grimhide was hungry, and if she'd eat a horse out of the stable. There was so much in the air, he didn't want to dispair for the Dark Elf general.

Under their thick skin, they were soft hearted, the Dwarves, and quite easily got emotionally attached to something. Weapons, pets, the occasional bar wench... He was developing this sort of bond the General Ebon already...and he hadn't said ten words to her yet. Maybe it was his inner dwarf, screaming out to be protective of others. Or perhaps it was his will of a man, unwanting to see a woman get hurt. But this was no peace time, where he'd throw his life on the line for an innocent bistander; this was war. And war had unmerciful standards and results.

When the crowd dispersed as dismissed, Dukald wanted to stay and help Diloxi to the infirmiry, but he and a few other bear riders had been told to keep a short range patrol around the camp. Not that he was expecting much during the day...the Savage would attack during the night, where their races had the 'advantage'.... But Dukald wasn't afraid of the dark. The dwarves' darkvision gave him a tad bit of an advantage over the invaders. They could see well in the dark, but not perfectly. He could see in detail, just not in color. And he didn't need to see the blood to know it ran red.

He walked to the stables, and began to get ready for his patrol; fed Grimhide, made sure all of his gear was maintained, and made sure that she was saddled up. It was going to be a long patrol...

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A low growl eminated from the lamia's inert form as a rather annoying voice disturbed his rest. Shokunen turned towards the voice, intending tend tear out the throat of whomever had the gall to enter his tent without proper announcement. It was a slight shock though, when he saw an adolesent minotaur girl standing over the bed with a scowl and a rather urgent look. Before he had a chance to examine the young woman further, her words finally registered in his sleep-addled mind. The Civil were distracted? A general being punished? How much had he missed in his slumber...? It had only been about six hours since sunrise and his fall into the depths of sleep, but the sun was already high enough in the sky to allow golden rays to filter down into the skylight of his tent. Shokunen arose and stretched, loosing a long yawn before regarding the minotaur with bleary eyes.

"Foolish girl. You made two mistakes, in your assessment. The first; We lack the numbers to assault their camp directly at the moment, given that general Rakath and his men are still securing Infidis. And if you had read any of the scout reports, you would know that the Civil have bolstered their forces with yet another general and a suppliment of soldiers." the lamia lunged with blinding speed, stopping just centimeters from Obadani's face. "Second; Never, ever, wake up something with fangs. Especially one that has a taste for..." he made a show of roving the woman's body with his eyes, and licking his lips in a lewd gesture. "Steak."

With another stretch Shokunen patted the young minotaur's head and slithered off of the bed. Mercy was still there, but no move was made to awaken her. He knew as well as anybody what a hangover felt like. She would still have to get up by nightfall though. The lamia turned towards Obadani, gesturing for her to follow him outside into the sunshine and the bustling camp. He stared up into the clear blue sky and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scents and sounds of the world around. After a few moments, Shokunen spoke.

"You bring up a good point, girl. Not the whole attacking thing, but the whipping..." he shot her a sidelong glance and grinned. "Those little monkeys will be quite depressed, and morale should be damaged. A perfect time to attack. But, not now. We can cut them off on their march to the forests in two days...even without the edge of numbers, we'll have surprise. Thank you for your...information. Have an extra ration of your choice, my treat."

Without further comment the warrior prince went on to enter the war-tent and begin planning. Absently, he wondered when his pets would arrive from the palace...he'd missed them terribly over the months.

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The first crack sounded and caused her to flinch then within a second longer the next crack was at her back. It was a sharp warm feeling a stinging pain that felt similar to a lover’s claws or electricity slicing over her flesh. Her eyes went wide at the feeling then she set her jaw all the more and endured the next. By the 10th lash her jaw was still tightly clenched her body tightened in rage and pain sweat slid down her beautiful form. Her eyes took on an even more angry tone, blood sliding down her legs by the time the 20th lash cracked through the air.

She would not yield to a mere human.. she would not give him the pleasure of a cry, or of a show of pain. The lashes bended into more pain, and yet it felt like he was cutting deep into her back the sheer agony of it was like being skinned alive at a slow rhythmic pace. It was worse than being eaten alive, more so because it was slow and rhythmic, yet her rage held her steady. Her blue eyes narrowed in hatred as her hands flexed into fists. Magic coiled about her form yet held no power against the bonds, she wanted to burn the general, to light his insides on fire and to end the torment, yet she knew that would do nothing. It would cause her to be hated by the very forces she was doing this to impress and endear. It wasn’t until the 40th lash that her determination waned and a slight bit of panic set in. Her rage still flared as she bared her teeth and closed her eyes tightly looking towards the ground to hide the tears that slid down her face. She leaned as far forward as she could to try and evade the whip, though only a low snarl slid from her lips as each crack sliced her flesh.

Her back raw and open, bone showed in some of the gashes by the last two, and her body was limp, sweat mixed with blood and flowed down her limp from. She had given up.. she was going to die.. that was it.. she couldn’t hear is calls anymore, she couldn’t feel the whip.. and her vision was black. Her skin was cold to the touch, her features gray as she gasped. Truly if it had been more than 60 he would have killed her, the fact that she was able to keep from screaming spoke volumes of her determination, yet in the end, she still fell to the clutches of shock that would have killed her if it wasn’t for Belsius’s healing and the quick work of the other medical mages within the infirmary. She woke after nightfall her eyes blurry and her form wracked with pain. She sat up suddenly as a medic pushed a hand to her chest.

”Easy.. you will tare it all open if you move General Ebon..” the tall blond haired Elf commented as he looked at him with a kind smile. Diloxi looked around the tent several of the others in the room looked a bit startled as she sat up. She gently took the Elf’s hand, she was repulsed that he had touched her.. a lesser creature touched her and it made her skin crawl, yet a smile touched her lips hiding her true disgust as she pushed the hand away.

”I’ll be going now.. thank you for your assistance Tiesho.” She stood and wobbled as the Elf reached a hand to her arm looking at her wide eyed. Her breasts and back were wrapped with bandages, as were her wrists, she slid her arm from his hand and shook her head wincing.

”I’m fine.. get me a cloak please.. I have work to do.” The elf nodded and grabbed her a standard issue green Elvin cloak, it reeked of the wretched fare skinned elves and she almost handed it back, but instead she smiled and slid it over her shoulders stiffly biting her bottom lip against the pain.

”Our forces will be on the move.. I don’t have time.. leave me be please.” she took a couple tested steps and her vision blurred as she almost fell back before she snarled and walked out of the infirmary with her head held high. She wanted a bath.. she wanted to wash their filth off her, light skinned Elves were nothing but humans with long ears.. they were filthy ugly beasts with lower intelligent not like her own kind.. or her Lamia.. and they made her feel filthy just at the thought of them touching her. She turned intending to head to General Fong’s tent to discuss the strategy for the next day. Her blue eyes blinking a couple times trying to make the world stop rocking as she stood outside the infirmary; several of the people inside the tent looked out through the pulled back flaps a bit shocked as the General’s cloaked form stood not 20 feet from them after nearly being lashed to death.. though maybe she was tougher then they gave her credit for? Still.. it was not natural.. they began to wonder if the Dark Elf that had tended to her did more than just lightly close the wounds.. she should not have been moving as freely as she had.





Mira blinked as the Dark Elf dashed away, she thought about following but instead slid from the tent wrapping Gillian in a soft leather bundle and hugging him close. She didn’t feel right putting him in her back pack. She looked at her mud slicked form and frowned before she snatched her pen from the air as it wrote and pointed it at herself, ”Spesin” the mud evaporated from her countenance and all the stink she had on her form melted away to a clean flowery scent. She looked in the mirror and smiled happily at her clean healthy features peering back at her then she picked up the book and slid out of the tent. She went about the entire camp looking through tents for what she hoped would be some information on who the true traitor was. Though she couldn’t get inside General Fong’s or General Ebon’s tents due to the tight security. She sighed unhappily and slid about the camp before she found something else of interest. Her eyes watched the bear riders slid into camp by the dusk and she began following them curiously. Dwarves were one of her favourite creatures and stalking them from the shadows and watching their behaviour was all the more enjoyable.

It wasn’t long before her curiosity got the better of her and her form slid about the Dwarves looking at their weapons and their beards getting everything from lude comments to grumbled shouts as she bounded about looking at them all inquisitively. She walked up to one rather large dwarf with a long black beard and tugged on the braided hair over his face.

”Is this real?! How long did it take you to grow it! Really! Its soo Soo.. I need to take a sample!” at that she swished her hand and a pair of scissors came into view. It wasn’t long before she was unceremoniously grabbed and thrown out of the recreation tent into a rather large mud puddle looking perplexed and aggravated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

β€œMaybe you should go speak to General Ebon before you get yourself Killed Mistress” Her pen chimed as it floated about the air over her head. She glared up at it and the skull she had left inside came sailing through the air with a snarl from inside.

”And Take your cursed bones with you!” the voice sounded as she dove and caught the skull frowning.

”Sorry Gillian.. ahh why don’t you go home.. I’ll get you later ok?” At that the skull evaporated from her hands and she blinked looking a little startled.

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She watched him as he growled and yelled at her; each yell was accented by her overly large deer like ears swaying this way and that watching him intently. Her arms slid over her chest then out of the blue he lunged at her snapping a couple inches from her soft nose. Her head retracted slightly and she snorted in surprise as her ears perked forward. Her arms slid tighter under her breasts as he looked her over and finished his words accentuating his last word about her taste with a gesture of hunger and lust.

She doubted she tasted like steak.. probably more like venison though what would he know? Her ears slid sideways as she grunted and glared her big brown doe eyes at his powerful serpentine orbs. He made her skin crawl, she had no doubt he could eat her.. and she thought he was rather silly screaming at her.. it wasn’t her fault that he had stayed up late screwing a bug.. though she couldn’t imagine sleeping with a Nightmariain herself. Even though Mercy had an allure about her that most of the male camp talked about Dani didn’t see the attraction in the slightest. The woman made the magic she summoned shift uncomfortably, though it helped that she for the most part manipulated the natural world.. she didn’t actually cast spells as much as willed nature to act for her.

She stayed there staring and him without saying a word until he turned and asked her to follow him out; her long ears shifted uncomfortably as she slid her arms behind her back and walked out next to his slithering form.


"You bring up a good point, girl. Not the whole attacking thing, but the whipping..." His grin made her uncomfortable as she took a half step away from him her brow arched as her ears perked towards him suspiciously again.

"Those little monkeys will be quite depressed, and morale should be damaged. A perfect time to attack. But, not now. We can cut them off on their march to the forests in two days...even without the edge of numbers, we'll have surprise. Thank you for your...information. Have an extra ration of your choice, my treat." He disappeared into the war tent and she stood outside looking a bit shocked.. extra ration? She didn’t get it.. she normally took what she ate from nature most of the food served within the camps was barely edible. She stuck out her long tongue gagging slightly at the thought as she grunted and shook her head in disgust and walked off. Her form rippled and then she seemed to bend forward though as her hands touched the ground they were paws and her body shrunk slightly into the form of a large black timber wolf. Though the wolf had small brown horns on its head just like smaller versions of the ones she had in her normal form. The wolf trotted through the camp with its tongue hanging out the side of its mouth lazily. It would be a couple days before they moves.. so she might was well go hunt some food and rest up.

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So much to attend to. So little time. These men she put in command were nearly worthless. He read the report from a patrolling Captain, glad to see something wasn't going horribly wrong as he pushed open the tent flap not too long after the flagellation to the stratagem tent. He was admitted, to meet a group of sour-looking dark elves and neutral humans and elves alike. The dwarves seemed to share some sympathy, something he didn't need. He wanted their clear-headed opinions, not ones to appease the general. He welcomed the hostility of the Dark Elves, it would allow him to perfect his ideas because of the fact they will be more likely to criticize it. However, his eyes did not reveal a single flicker of his thoughts. In fact, his face seemed to radiate utter contempt. The elves shrank back slightly from his presence.

"Gentlemen and women. What is the situation?" He asked with a cutting edge in his tone.

"General. We are planning to make it to the forests and rally our men." The dark elf said coolly.

"However, our courses of action provide little relief." The human soldier chimed in, his expression guarded.

"We have three choices here, sir." The elf muttered, pointed to three different points on the map.

"Very well. Relay them to me." The general stated calmly.

"One, we could pass through Actlauva. That's Orcish raiding territory. It's very likely the Savage will have placed an ambush because taking this route will take longer than the rest, as well as crossing through questionable area." The dwarf began, "Second, we could cross the Yuvaniya River. However, at this time the river's completely overflooded from the seasonal Monsoons to the north. We'll never be able to cross it unless we wait longer."

"Or finally, we can cut through the Akaldai Pass. It's a small shortcut.... perfect for a Savage ambush, but it saves many days of marching, it's a small pass, and it's through relatively neutral territory. Just outside of Orcish lands." The human finished.

The General stared at the man, deep in thought. All of them presented a great amount of risks. The Monsoon seasons have just started, which gave the Savage troops plenty of time to receive reinforcements and attack again. This time they didn't have a fortress to aid them. Crossing through Orcish territory was suicide. Favorable territory for the Savage, as well as a source of men- the Orcs. Very long, and will most likely be a bitter fight to the forest. Finally, the Akaldai Pass. This was the best option, but this is just as unfavorable with him as every other option. A man forced into a corner with three choices that will bring much death.

"Attend. What are your opinions?" he asked.

"Akaldai seems like the one we should take."

"I disagree. We should cross Actlauva, we'll make it fine as long as we keep our wits about us."

"We already know the area here. Let's hold out until the Monsoons stop flooding the Yuvaniya and cross it then."

"Akaldai will cause the least amount of bloodshed, and will take considerably less time!"

"Are you kidding? It's the perfect spot for an ambush! We'll be done in before the sun sets on that day!"

"We'll lose more men holding out until the Monsoons end or passing through Actlauva, I assure you that."

Fong held up his hand. "We will pass through Akaldai. No questions. Now we must for a viable battle stratagem for this." He said, his eyes growing cold. Everyone fell silent, allowing the General to speak. Suddenly, the tent flap entrance moved. Everyone flinched in shock, the dark elves grinning. Ebon walked in, covered in a cloak. Fong did nothing but raise an eyebrow in slight surprise. He looked up, and noticed it was already nightfall, His work had taken far longer than he had thought.

"General Ebon. Your duties mingle too far closely with what should be done." Fong said icily. "I told you that until your wounds have completely healed, you are not have control of the men. Your wounds will also leave you with a distrustful opinion. Pain is a powerful thing, Ebon. I suggest you rest until we mobilize." He looked back down on the map.

"We will move through Akaldai in full. Numbers will be meaningless once we enter, so we make great pace. We have our shieldsmen pair up with archers, and make sure our men wear armor throughout our march. Anywhere they attack, we MUST form up into shield bubbles, protect the horses and supplies at all cost. Archers will bring longbows on their mission, and mages are a priority target for them, most likely." He said, his face scowling. "There is nothing much we can do other than try to cut our losses. We cannot sent men up to the ridges to attack, there is nothing worse than splitting our forces up as weak as they are now. Move with all haste, wait for the attack, and make their struggle bitter."

Fong looked up, and since nobody gave a response, his scowl faded back into cool neutrality. "My men shall take the forefront. We were late to the fight last time, now I shall make up for this myself. I will march with you."

The dwarves, elves, humans, and even the dark elves couldn't hide their surprise. Fong turned on his heel, and left the tent, brushing past Diloxi coldly.

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Trapped...

β€œ God damnit, they're heavy..”

One of the two Lamia's, carrying the creatures, grunted as he slithered forward. The two lamia were carrying the medium sized crate, with it's two living creatures inside of it, into the tent of Prince Sho.

β€œHurry up, I want to get rid of -them-.”

A few moments later, and a lot more grunting, they dropped the crate upon the ground and pushed it into the tent, to leave the creatures within in it to the mercy of whatever was inside the tent.

Free..?

Mae blinked a little bit, aware of the sudden jolting in her body, in the wooden structure that kept her and her brother imprisoned. Small, curved claws worked at the wood, making a loud scratching noise as they tore at the container around them. Mae had been doing this for a while – the act of scratching, tearing, ripping apart their wooden cage from the inside. Already she could see the filtered light coming through the hole that she had scratched.

Her head twisted, mismatched orbs glowing within the dark confines of their prison.
β€œBrother,” She snarled out, the words torn from her throat as she twisted her neck painfully, to stare at the taller, bent male sharing the same 'cage' with her.

Her looked at her, focusing his brilliant golden hues on her own mismatched angry ones. His head cocked to the side, a cat-like ear perked on his head, the furred edges helping to pick up the woman's pitiful attempt at english.

β€œHelp,” she demanded, using brief, one word commands/questions that she had picked up from the servants in the Prince's castle. Kenai looked at his sister, then the hole, and then his sister. He knew if they broke from the place they were put they would have some sort of punishment, no food- a whipping, but did not want to suffer his sisters claws.

A low sigh fell from the creatures mouth as he leaned forward, adding the extra pressure of his 200 pounds to her near 100 pounds. After a few moments the crate creaked and they fell out, a tangle of limbs, white hair, and cat-appendages.

A high-pitched shriek fell from Mae's lips, creating an awful keening noise that had Kenai wincing and resting upon his hands and knees, spine arched like the feline that he took after. On the bed was a gigantic spider- something that neither of the twin's had ever seen before.

Mae scrambled back, pressing her hind end against the wooden prison and baring her dual sets of fangs while her brother abashed herself on the ground. The thing didn't seem to be awake, it was moving slightly.

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"Ooooohhh... my head."

The female Nightmarian's eyes fluttered open, barely conscious at that point. She had slept far longer than she had expected, her face buried in the large pillows. How the Lamian General lived so luxuriously at the expense of his men was beyond her. She ran a hand through her hair, clutching at her throbbing head. She tested her body, noticing that the snake-man had not taken advantage of her in her stupor. For his own sake, that was for the best. If he had, her instinctual reactions might have left him.... tied up. When she figured out through the pain that her limbs and joints were all working to order, she rolled off the bed using her abdomen, landing on her eight legs.

Shokunen was absent from his tent, probably off planning his next move. Stretching, she examined herself in the mirror. She looked like death warmed over, as she unveiled the webbing wrapped around her stump of an arm. She noticed, with a joyful smile that hurt her head, that it was already beginning to grow back. It was slow, but that Alexandria Vastant had left her mark. She had some good nutrition in her. What she had reaped, she sowed by using her body to repair her arm.

Looking up at the sound of a shriek, her blurry vision focused on two.... hybrids staring at her in what could only be described to her as fear. Her cheeks blew out as she harshly tried to stop herself from giggling like a fool. "You both are so cute!" She said, setting her voice into a pitched squeal as she reached out and quickly pinched the girl's cheek. Of course, they might be volatile. That would explain the remnants of a crate they were carried in, so she quickly dodged past them, planting a kiss on the male and promptly left.

Time to sober up. Stumbling slightly, she made her way to the bar-like construction. "All the coffee and tea you have." She said. The bartender looked a little surprised, but went to brew up a large amount of both beverages anyways. She watched as two mugs of coffee and tea were filled. The Bartender shifted them over to Mercy warily.

Seizing the mugs, she downed both of them in less than a minute, scalding her tongue and throat, but clearing her mind and giving her the feeling of cleansing the soul. Oh, this was the life.

"Bartender, I do believe I said all that you had." She said sweetly, pushing the empty mugs to him. The Lamia running the bar stared for a second, and when Mercy grinned, revealing her inscizors, he sighed and filled the mugs once more.

An hour later, Mercy dropped from her seat, paying the man herself for his services. Normally, the drinks were already paid for, but Mercy found it inefficient to leave with a feeling like she owed them something. With the rest of her money, she approached the armory, seeking to find something in replacement of her two lost Meteor hammers. One tossed into the skull of an elf and lost, the other broken by Zareth the human mercenary. Entering the small armory, she was impressed by the selection and variety.

"Hmmm... what toys should I bring to my next tussle? Big men won't be too phased by a woman with a whip..." She looked around. "Oh, what's this? Looks like something right down my alley!"

She picked up a wicked-looking Kusarigama. A sharp scythe on a wooden handle, connected to a long ball and chain extending to a maximum range of 14 feet. That was way beyond what Mercy needed to keep somebody at bay. This was perfect. She tested the scythe part, going through some movements and attacks and decided it would be good if she were forced into close quarters combat. She turned to hunt around for a different weapon. She looked closer at a particularly evil weapon and licked her lips in a lewd fashion. "This looks like a good skull basher." She murmured, picking it up.

It was a Morning Star. A spiked metal ball that couldn't be held in one's fist completely attached to a chain and steel handle. "Ohhh hohoho...." Mercy chuckled deviously, handling the weapon easily. This was the kind of weapon that was misnamed. Mercy should have called it the Good-Night Star, because one swing with this and even a helmeted opponent's brains would be splattered on the ground. Mercy hooked this up to her belt, smiling. She still needed something a bit more suitable for her lost Meteor Hammers, but she would search for it later. She had equipped herself with new weaponry, enough for a battle and a half.

The setting changes from Savage Encampment, Gaol to The Akaldai Pass

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After Diloxi's public humiliation, one would've expected tensions amongst the darkling soldiers to increase exponentially...they did not. In fact, there was little talk of the beatings if at all. Three days passed by rather uneventfully, the Civil camp slowly working to gather up supplies and prepare for the long road ahead. Dwarves, Iron dwarves and halflings scurried about the edge of the camp and worked on getting the wagons built and loaded up. The elves and dark elves constantly streamed in and out of the camp, working to gather up herbs and wood suitable for arrows and supplies. Fong had ordered a majority of the humans to go about camp, transporting and inspecting armor and listing who needed what while the others were distributed to do any work they could. Lastly, the deep humans gathered near the center of the camp to perform defensive rituals that would shield the encampment in a cloak of invisibility in their absence. Soon enough though, the day to march came.

By the end of the third day the troops had outfitted the vans and the war caravan was already heading out. Twenty-five fully loaded wagons rolled out, each covered with a gray leather tarp. Dwarf and halfling marksmen sat atop each wagon, which was in turn pulled by rather large beasts of burden; Plains Rhinos. The great things resembled the average rhino, only with a tan hide and even larger than their savanna cousins. About 1500 soldiers composed of every race marched alongside the caravan.

The Avaran brothers silently followed closely behind general Fong near the front of the army, with Diloxi and her ilk not too far behind. Melianth stared daggers at the back of the cold-eyed general for the entirety of the trip, while Belsius constantly glanced back to see how the dark elf queen was faring. Her wounds had been quite severe and due to his station as a captain, he rarely had the time to check up on her in the past few days. Fong had been informed earlier, that the dwarven contingent along with their siege engines would be along barely a day behind his own army.

Sunset soon came about to envelope the world in darkness, and torches were lit to light the way. The torches had to be covered within minutes of their lighting though, as a heavy rain began to fall. The clouds and water-weeping sky appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but then again, the weather in this region was unpridictable. By this time the caravan had entered the Akaldai Pass, it's high walls looming up to either side of the marching body of soldiers. Each wall was over three hundred feet high, and had no small number of caves and rocky outcroppings large enough for several men to stand at once. This was good, because several armed sentries stood upon each one. The Civil guardians of the Akaldai Pass waved down at the passing caravan, wishing them well on their efforts to the war. Of course, between the darkness, the obscuring rain and the height at which the sentries stood, it was impossible to tell whether these were the actual sentries set up by the Civil...much less human.


Alright...looks like they're in position. Shokunen Helvaras pressed himself against the cliff-face, the cover of darkness and storm enough to keep his sleek form concealed. Slowly, without making any sudden movements the prince unslung his greatbow and materialized a barbed arrow, setting it on the shaft. With a slow draw, he set his sights on the head of the army. During the war council, it was decided that causing confusion at either end of the caravan would delay any coordinated defense due to communication. With a smirk, the lamia loosed an arrow, the projectile hissing through the rain and imbedding itself into the wood of the foremast wagon. The transport exploded into a shower of splinters and random supplies as the enchanted round exploded in a blast of force and sound. The loud thundercrack echoed off of the walls of the canyon, magnifying the sound...

And a loud hissing filled the air for roughly three seconds before a storm of arrows tore into the entire length of the caravan's troops. Screams filled the pass now, confusion and rage, cries of anguish along with orders to mobilize and get ready for battle. All along the walls and stone outcroppings, Savage troops emerged from the caves and hiding in force. Hundreds of brutal soldiers swung down on ropes hooked to the wall and brought the battle to the ground, while the minotaur, lamia and other heavy soldiers literally burst forth from the rock walls near the ground and crashed into the Civil ranks. Merely a day earlier, the Savage druids and shamans shifted the stone to hide tunnels for their troops and made the new wall barely a half inch thick. It proved quite effective. After about a minute of heated and confused combat, the Civil managed to regroup though and formed a ragged line of resistance all around the caravan. It was only to be expected, given that the Civil forces had superior numbers, but with the deadly hailfire and surprise assault, their numbers were about equal at this point.

Shokunen slithered down from his perch and stopped on an outcropping barely twenty feet off of the ground. He unleashed several explosive arrows into the midst of the wagons and their guards, and assed the situation. The enemy was being coralled into a tight circle around the wagons by his troops, although they seemed to be holding. The lamian prince shot three arrows into the sky, subsequently loosing three consequetive claps of thunder. At this signal over a hundred and thirty harpies launched off of the very tops of the cliff and swooped down to abduct unwitting Civil soldiers. Within seconds after ascending once more, the harpies dropped their living cargo and the bodies of humans, elves, dwarves and halflings rained down along with the storm. The archers along the cliff were now joined by what few magic caster Shokunen was given, and they quickly began to launch shamanic energies in the form of lightning and frost down upon the Civil enemies.

The prince tossed his bow up to a low flying harpy and drew his dagger, leaping down into the midst of the enemy to join the fray.

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Everything. Everything seemed to be going so god damn well. Marching through with all possibly haste, the General had hoped to pass through the most dangerous parts of the Akaldai pass and rest and the moments where it was relatively easy to defend. He had mis underestimated the ingenuity of his enemies. Simply put, he was not prepared for the fact that they had already prepared so thoroughly in the Akaldai Pass. Even going through Orcish Territory would have been a better option. As the enemy burst out of the walls, the confusion and storming disrupting everything and knocking out a good deal of his forces, Fong paused, observing the attack with what appeared to be utmost calm. He gestured to the captains, relieving them of their duty. "Protect your queen. If I fall, we will still need a leader." The General said coldly, without turning around. "The Dark Elves may do as they please in this situation." Taking a deep breath, the air cleared as the Commanding voice of the General rebounded off the stormy walls of the Akaldai Pass.

"Rally! Rally around the Caravans! Do as planned! Archers! Fire en masse against the Harpies! Mages! Retaliate!" He bellowed, his deep voice gaining strength as the Wind General removed the obstructing air barring his voice from reaching ally ears. "Bear Riders! Defend the left flank!

Fong was the youngest General of all the Civil Armies. There had to be a reason, and that was because of his military genius and his ability to fight with his men. He lacked charisma, emotion, empathy, which did not gain favor with his troops, but often the General made up for it with his power, his commitment, his cold devotion and calm demeanor to rally his men and lead them to a swift victory.

The troops massed into shield bubbles, those who didn't fought the surrounding ambush troops. Fong's knights, armored to the teeth were too heavy for the Harpies to lift, and held their own against the minotaurs. His communications, a system of either colored flags (for day) or colored lanturns (by night) were raised, relaying the General's commands if the voice didn't reach them. Of course, that made them prime targets, so they hid within the safety of the shield bubbles as they relayed commands from local officers.

"Bulb!!" Shouted Fong. The top of the shield bubbles lifted, then closed again as Harpies unwittingly loosed their arrows thinking they were about to fire back. It was a psych-out, and it worked. "Garde!!" The shield bubbles opened once more, like a flower and loosing hundreds of arrows into the sky. The harpies were caught off guard, and a good number fell from the skies as they were butchered by the mass of arrows. Now it was the General's turn. As the arrows reached the height of the shot, Fong closed his eyes.

A true General is able to protect his men. At all costs.

The storm wind picked up viciously, curling around the Wind General, protected by his knights and mages. He easily picked up the mass of arrows, and flung them at the mages without breaking a sweat. His Mages had already threw up bright flares of light that illuminated the battlefield. His men were doing the best they can, which was all Fong really asked. Any loss was the General's failure. He would not accept that. He would rather be lashed one hundred times than admit tactical defeat in something that was of his profession. The shield bubbles were holding, the pikemen jabbing through the holes in the shield overlap and forming a near impenetrable barrier. His mages combated the enemy druids up above, engaging in a display of fireworks that was just as lethal as it was beautiful. His knights beat back the enemy ambush troops, as well as some beserkers he had employed as captains. For the moment, things were holding. Then he saw the Lamian, tearing through his men with nothing but a dagger and his body. He had heard of him from the reports of the dark elves. the leader of the armies, dressed so elaborately with flaming red hair. Shokunen, the Lamian Prince.

His men had understood the dangers of the Lamia, giving the Prince a wide berth. Fong leapt into his range, his eyes blazing with a cold contempt many saw. "Shokunen." He greeted, sending a gust of wind around as Fong drew his wicked curved swords- the Tiger Hooks. The blast of wind rebounded around Fong, then was blasted at the Lamian Prince.




Mercy sat at the top of the pass, watching the druids dropped powerful magic attacks against the Civil troops below. She was intrigued at the battle, watching rather than being on the front lines herself as Shokunen was doing. She had received her pay from the Lamian Prince that night, and had not been requested to fight. Therefore, she merely stuck around and watched as Harpies began to drop like flies from the sky. Giggling, she watched as the wind seemed to turn in favor of the Civil and blew a mass of arrows at the mages on the edge of the pass. Turning around, she raised her abdomen and absorbed the arrow impacts, making a lewd expression that caused the bugler that stood near her to blush heavily and move away.

She sat, waiting, watching. A spider's best asset is not the web, but the patience. In the night, her armor was dull and barely visible, which was why she was hired many times for assassinations. Slowly, she crept to a far side of the battle, peering over the edge as she observed the battle excitedly. The Wind General was doing well, for a young man. Good looking, too. It's just that disgusting expression he wears all the time, like he's never laughed his entire life.

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Diloxi did not heed General Fong’s orders about not being in command while she was injured. She did not leave her tent much during the three days but those she commanded still were issued orders. Were as Fong had his forces using magic and he issued commands to her forces to do the same she also issued orders for specific items to be crafted, some of them were things as simple as one use wind walls, to one use flash bangs; then more profound enchantments on the wagons to prevent them from burning, by magical or natural means. She assisted in issuing wards of protection though her wards were odd marks across the back of her men’s necks using white paint, she performed the deed on those directly under her, then they in turn took care of the rest of her forces with the same mark. The mark served two purposes one it linked her forces easily by thought she could issue commands by the simplest flex of her will, and two it added a small deflective ability to them all, giving them an extra protection against blades and arrows being swung at their person.

She had also made sure that the Avaran brothers were marked, even though the orders to have them transferred had not even been looked at by General Fong. She also sent her attendant to mark the General himself, though he could refuse if he wished, it would link him to her men as well, not to mention it would give her a link to him directly. The day they marched came sooner than she was ready for it, the lashings had not healed to the point she would have liked and she was forced to sit at the side of Captain Duff on one of the wagons unable to ride the horse she would have normally preferred. Duff insisted on setting Nhil’s black skull on the seat next to her as well which made Diloxi’s skin crawl besides but once they hit the pass her mind was distracted to other things. The rain slammed over them suddenly and her eyes immediately turned towards the ridge. She sent out thoughts to her troops to be on guard feeling uneasy about the entire area, it was a risk.. this area was perfect for locking them in and slaughtering them down to the last man.

Duff whistled happily at her side as she held the reigns of the huge rhino pulling the wagon. Before long Diloxi slid her hands over the Halflings lips looking up at the rocks. Something didn’t seem right.. then a single arrow slid over their heads and slammed into the front wagon sending splinters every which way. The wagon and the injured beast slammed into the narrow rocky sides of the pass blocking their escape. The other wagons turned to defend themselves there was just enough room to pull into a tight circle like formation though as savage sliced through the rock walls at them several of the wagons still fell. She extended her will through marks issuing the command to gather and lock; Duff pulling their own wagon into the circle as Diloxi reached back and grabbed her serpentine staff. General Fong’s orders made her feel slightly bad for hating him so deeply, he gave her a small hope for the filthy dumb humans that she was forced to ally herself with. Maybe she wouldn’t need to kill them all…

A blade sliced for her leg as she rolled to the side the tip cutting just into her thigh though not enough to do any real damage. She snarled as she looked down at the Orc with the half rusted blade at her side. The staff curled and then slid its black scaled form into her arm and back nearly burrowing into her skin as its three heads lashed out and bit into the male’s face; her hand curled about their necks. The Orc screamed out as she stood up and he fell back she ducked low and hopped to the back of the rhino gracefully before letting loose a huge arc of electricity from the serpents. It sliced through four forms before arcing up the wall and taking out some of the archers high above, though all in all the electricity injured more than it killed. It was impressive and terrifying but the body count from its power would be minimal, it was dulled the farther out it traveled from her form.

Arrows sliced for her form only to be deflected from an unseen force about her. Then with a crack and a roar one of the wind walls sliced up blocking some the falling arrows and sending them splintering out towards the enemy forces harmlessly. The mages pulled to the very center readying spells; Diloxi bounded from the Rhino’s back to the middle of the formation as she looked up at the coiling clouds. She reached towards the heavens with the serpentine staff trying to catch one of the druid bolts from above a bolt of lightning sliced into the snakes the energy coiling between their necks as she pointed it up at the cliff face, blue energy arcing through many of the archers on the ridge though mostly blowing their forms back from the pain of the arcs. She snarled as the snakes body dug deeper into her flesh taking away her own life force at every attack she asked it to do. She was too weak to let it pull away too much energy.. her eyes slid about the advancing forces as she started to back toward the center to stand at her mages sides.

It was going to get very ugly very soon as she opened her free hand and began to coil black flames within her long fingers. The energy built and built until the swirled sphere of flame swallowed what little light was around her hand and arm rain evaporating to steam as it came close to her form. Her blue hair coiled about her shoulders as the snakes snapped and hissed at anything that came to close to them. She pulled the snakes before her chest reading to release the magic as a harpy snarled and grabbed her arm pulling her off her feet. Her vision faded to black for a moment as the snakes turned and bit into the bird like body. The creature screamed and fell its form convulsing as Diloxi became entangled in its flailing form on the ground trying to fight off the weight as well as the jerking claws and talons. She screamed out as the snakes continued to bite the flying monstrosity until it lay lifeless over her form. Her vision blurred as she laid under the still slightly twitching body, she struggled to turn and finally found herself on her stomach as she pushed her body out from under the flying creatures form. The flames she had summoned fizzled and fell away the battle was not going to go well.. even with the way they had the attack planned it was going to cost them horribly.





Mira spent the three days working on new creations everything from small devices she could turn on at will to studying Dwarven engineering. She looked over the wagons and then went to work on the one that she would be in charge of. She had installed all kinds of fun β€œtoys” in its bowels though she had to remove half of them because the beast was having a hard time pulling the extra weight. She reduced it to two major toys, one was part of the wagon itself, the other was an added perk! As the attack issued General Ebon’s hand fell over her lips her eyes went wide and she flinched as the wagon far ahead exploded. She turned responding like the others to secure a perimeter, listening to General Fong’s orders as well.. She wasn’t fond of protecting Diloxi.. but still. She dove into the back of the wagon sliding among the troops and supplies into the back to where a crate was held she grinned and extended her will to it as the box suddenly exploded into a seething mass of chains. The chains took the shape of a roughly humanoid form and then dove out into the battle. Its form extending and lashing out at enemies, some of its parts were bladed slicing clean through necks and flesh, other parts of it coiled about bodies choking and crushing their forms slowly. The humanoid form disintegrated into a mass of glittering metal and turned the enemy forces around it into piles of broken flesh.

Then it merged back together once again and began fighting more. The wagon itself jerked as a ballista like device of Dwarven construction unfurled from the back of the wagon it seemed to assemble all on its own. It had five loading areas each with its own firing trigger, its form was set on a circular swiveling base and its sides moved up and down to nearly able to point straight up making it free to move about the battle and target whatever it wished. The Ballista armed itself and then tilted towards the sky releasing five massive long javelin like bolts into the air hitting almost every harpy it tried to hit. The ballista swiveled on the circular base as Duff jumped into the wagon next to it pulling out her book and letting the pen write what happened. Her other hand clutched the black skull to her side as her wide eyes watched the battle excitedly. The Ballista snarled swiveling and reloading before unleashing more javelins into the air yet again. The chain creation danced about the battle field leaving chunks of bodies in its wake, it locked blades in its chains and then extended them out slicing all the more as if it had four different arms all able to reach 15 feet and ending in the enemies own weapons.

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Dukald's voice echoed over the Pass, which was accompanied by the other dwarven bear riders. Their cries fill the heart of all nearby whom could hear, and was not on the side of their pikes.
"PROTECT YER BEARDS, DWARVES!"
"YEP! THEY'RE UGLY!"
"COME! BREAK YER WEAPONS AGAINST OUR MITHRIL!"
"IT HARDLY SEEMS FAIR!"
"FERR BLOOD! FER IRON! FER VIIICTORRYYYY!"
"MY TEMPER GROWS ILL! I KNEW THUS WAS COMIN'!"
And calls of the like echoed through the valley. The dwarves were ready for this. Their blood ran hot, their hearts raced, and their minds were solid. Dukald was but one of them, and he knew that there was no failure in their nearby future. The dwarves slammed their miscilanious weapons against their shields, creating a threatening war-drum effect, which rallied the troops even more. The bears, trained to respond to such sounds all took a deep breath, before letting out a monsterous roar, some rearing up to do so.

Dukald's voice rang out yet again. "We're on tha defensive dwarves, what we do best! Shields high, and spears behind! Got et!?! Don't let ANYTHING through tha' line! Remember! Watch out for the Minataur phalanxes, and those Spiderbitches! If you see one; give 'em the good ol' Barniby!" He said, speaking in dwarven code. The dwarves acknowledged, before setting up their defensive positions.

It wasn't long before the left flank was victim to a charge: the bloody fools. They charged right smack into the Bear Riders, trying obviously to strike their mounts. The only thing that that earned them was a good hard spear jab, breaking ribs and puncturing organs. The next wave tried a different tactic; attacking the riders. This way earned them a sharp, bonecrushing bite to the thigh, femurs crushing along with them. It seemed the dwarven seargent wasn't lying: Defense is what they did best. They were completely armored from the front, and since they had allies to their backs, they were like a solid, semi-rabid wall.

Dukald held his spear out, causing an orc to slow his charge. He batted the dwarf's spear away, and came in close, swinging an orcish maul. He swung it forth, and tried to smash the high-riding dwarven bear rider. Dukald brough his shield up. The blunt weapon met hard with the ironwood boundry, creating a large smack. The ironwood was reinforced with Steel borders, and didn't whatsoever seem to take damage, and since Dukald's arm isn't fixed, it buckled slightly to absorb recoil. Using his training, Dukald pushed off hard on his shield, causing the orc to stumble back. Grimhide didn't waste time in simply jumping forward slightly, and slamming her weight on top of the armored beast. Even in heavy steel, the armor couldn't stand the brunt of a half-ton smashing his chest. It didn't kill him instantly however. His paniced body began to desperately beat upon Grimhide's armored legs. The strikes had little effect, having little room to gain momentum, and being one handed, the maul was little more than an aggrivating punch to the bear, whom roared in the man's face, before biting deep into it. The bear's jaws smashed around the man's jaw horizontally. He would feel his jowels touch eachother, the bones in his face crushing, breaking and compacting as the bear tore away his flesh, and even dragging his tongue out a bit too, as it hung down to tickle his bloodsmeared throat.

The next was a harpy, whom thought she was hot shit. Swooping down, she dug her claws easily into the back of the battlejacket that Dukald wore. Flapping her wings, she began to gain altitude. Dukald wrapped his ankles in Grimhides stirrups, latching himself to his mount. The harpy was strong, but couldn't lift their combined mass. Her clawed toes began to release the dwarf, but he released the grip on his spear, and grabbed the woman's ankle. "Where ya goin', pretty?! Ain't ya goin' ta stay wit' me fer the rest o' the night?!" He yelled at her. She tried harder; she couldn't swing at him, or she'd hit the ground face first. She was a literal bird in the birdcage. He pulled his all his dwarven might against the feathered female, drawing her closer to him. Once she was close enough, he released the handhold on his shield, letting the loose leather strap hold it to his arm. He reached forward with his other arm, grasping the same foot,then to her clawed toe. He roared, and jerked the appendage back, the bone snapping with a loud pop. Out of sheer pain, her wings stopped flapping, and more of flailing. He let her go afterwards, knowing she'd know better than try and swoop during this battle again, and the archers would make a pincushion of her soon anyway.

But this took too long; pivoting on his waist, Dukald was just in time to get slammed with the sharp side of a broadsword. The weapon was weighted enough to smash him from his bear, but not to seriously injur him. His mithril had ensured he himself had not been evicerated, just the battlejacket. He stumbled to his feet, and pulled his axe from his back, regripping his shield. A Gnoll was laughing at him like the Jakal he was. Grinning, the beast went around Grimhide, whom was blissfully unaware of her rider being missing, instead, helping herself to another downed footsoldier. The Gnoll jumped at Dukald, bringing his blade down in a fierce manner, which Dukald greeted with his shield. The dwarf tried to counter with his own axe, but the beast also brandished a bulwark. The two faced off for a few minutes, dealing glancing blows to each other. Dukald pressed his shield to the gnoll's and pushed hard, stumbling the foul creature. Dukald took an advance step, and tried to axe him again. The beast fell farther than Dukald expected, and he sunk his axe into dirt. The creature regained it's footing, running up to the almost kneeling dwarf, and kneed his face, the bony joint smashing against Dukald's forehead, and he took a few steps back, holding his soon to be bruised forehead. The gnoll then shouldered Dukald, causing him to stumble over, and land on his back. He regained his wit just in time to bring his shield over his body, blocking a stabbing thrust from the Savage warrior. "Life above honor, my friend!" He would yell at the soldier, before his leg curled up, and smashed into the furry's groin. He was sure the beast's laughs and cackles got three pitches higher, as he held his smashed manhood, dropping to his knees. Dukald pulled himself off the ground, and placed his hands hard on the beast's shoulder, and placed his own jumping knee to the gnoll's jaw, causing him to fall onto his back, still holding his new womanhood. Dukald would get up, and place a knee on each side of the beasts chest, begining to pummel his face, shield and all. The it wasn't long before the beast was unconcious. The dwarf spat on the beast, and wiped his forehead, feeling the knot forming already. He looked over to the line, and saw that his allies had held the flank with very, very minimal casualties, and were awaiting wave three.

Dukald whistled loudly, and ran forward, his mithril mail jingling as he got up to his bear, whom returned the favor by plodding towards him. He remounted swiftly, and they rode back to the line just in time. They saw the third wave...pikemen. But none of the bear riders seemed afraid, in fact, most of them taunted their adversaries. Dukald grinned. He loved his race. He decided to throw his taunt over the entire battlefield. He was going to give them a promise that he would ensure they uphold....

"MESS WITH THE BEST- DIE, LIKE THE REST!"

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With a deadly determination and strength borne of pure fury, the great lamia tore a nearby bear rider free from his harness with more than enough speed for the dwarf to realize what was going on. With little more than a flick of his wrist, Shokunen disemboweled the nameless soldier with a wicked knife in front of his fellows. In seconds the entrails and guts that began to pour out solidified into black stone, and the dwarf's flesh and armored followed. The warrior prince heaved the now solid stone dwarf into a human mage that was haraasin his troops just behind the dwarven line. Just when he began to coil back for another attack, a heavy gust of air slammed into his back. Shokunen hissed and whipped around to find who had the audacity to strike him. For the first time he noticed that a majority of the enemy soldiers had, for the most part, made roughly a twenty-foot circle around the lamia. The only other combatant within was a flambouyantly dressed individual he recognized as General Fong Liu-Wen; The Gale Bringer.

The tip of his tail coiled aroud the heavy-lance of the fallen dwarf and brought it to his hands, as the petriyfying dagger was sheathed. Without a word, only a loud hiss that caused the nearby troops to step back in astonishment, Shokunen bounded forward. His leap spanned the meager space between them in seconds and brought the lance around for a powerful swipe to the midsection that would most assuredly cleave the wind general in twain. Of course, such an obvious move was a feint, and Shokunen immediately spun the long weapon in his hand to bring it down on Fong's head with enough force to splatter the human into the mud as little more than smear of blood, bones and all. Such a ploy seemed well thought out and executed, but once again: A feint. The real attack on the enemy general came when Shokunen's massive tail lashed forward from the ground with speed no man could match. Covered in mud from the rain-drenched earth as it was, it would've been nigh impossible to see it coming, much less hear it over the din of battle. The lamia hissed once more and intended to enwrap his prey within his snake-like coils, and begin applying pressure.

"Steak!" he shouted into the heavy rain, his voice amplified by magic. "Get out here!"

On top of the cliffs, most of the archers had been wounded or retreated at the advent of Fong's wind reversal. So too had the harpies begun to retreat back to the clifftops. Within moments though, the sound of the rain was drowned out once more by theloud hiss of several hundred arrows being launched towards the main body of the Civil army once more. The first archers had swapped places with their reserves, the new marksmen already prepared to fire upon the enemy. At the very top, perched upon the rocky outcroppings within the wipping rain, were the harpy-troops replacements; The nightmarians. Nearly one hundred of the insectoid men stood aligned, staring down on the battlefield with their pitch black eyes. Each ant nightmarian was roughly human in size, and could have passed for one if not for their antennae, exoskeleton plated claws and feet and the pincers just outside of their human mouths.

The largest, a red ant nightmarian, glanced back at Mercy. "You aren't going to partake in the fun?" The foremost of the group waved a hand, and the other magi followed suite. The air directly above the Civil army shimmered, and the enemey mages found themselves in quite a bind. In seconds the first screams from enemy rang out. An iron dwarf geomancer's arms exploded when he attempted to conjure an elemental, and the next was an elven wizard whose skin tore open with a thousand slices when she casted a force blades spell. The nightmarians had created a magic reversal zone over the caravan, causing any arcane magic to harm it's caster instead of the desired effect. This locked down the enemy magi, although Fong with his chi-based powers, Diloxi with her infernal might, and the Avaran brothers and all the other priests with their divine magic would be unaffected. But, that also included the shamans and druids of the Savage forces already engaging the enemy. Miralight's constructs were safe as well, for they had already been summoned, but the same could not be said if the halfling cast anymore. In the background, on the tops of the cliffs, archers and harpies as well as ground troops who fled through the tunnels were being healed by the lamian clerics and orcish priests.


Belsius and Melianth caught their general's permission to have free reign, and immediately broke off from the front to head towards the center of the army. All around the sounds of battle rang out in full force, and the Avaran's glanced at one another. Melianth wore a feral grin of bloodlust, while Belsius had a solemn mask of meloncholy on his face. The two split up, both heading for the northern half of the army, which was the side not protected by bear riders. Belsius was the first to arrive and his breath caught. The orcs and minotaurs were bowling over the front ranks and forcing back the edges of the shield bubble. Gnoll and lamia archers advancing just behind the Savage heavy troops bore down on those unfortunate enough to be behind the shieldsmen with heavy, stone-tipped arrows and shortbows for maximum impact at close range. A trio of sneaky little goblins--some kind of primal magic users by the looks of it--slipped in and out of invisibility, using tiny mithril dagger to slit hamstrings and take down the front lines for the larger enemy units to trample.

His mouth moved in silent prayer and Belsius leapt atop a nearby boulder and pointed his outstretched hands at the front lines. A wave of healing magic poured forth from his midnight skin and rejuvenated the shieldsmen and pikemen at the front lines. Their wounds closed and their spirits were revitalized, and the Civil ranks surged back against the oncoming tide of savagery. Melianth bounded past his brother with a roar of victory and leapt from the boulder, twin blades raised to strike and glowing with holy might. The younger dark elf crashed into a rather large minotaur and drove both daggers into its thick neck, and the weapons exploded with golden flames. The minotaur collapsed in a heap of burnt fur and muscle as Melianth was already dashing for his next victim. The displayed bolstered the Civil force's confidence, and Belsius smiled slightly before charging in for himself, shield and sword drawn.

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Martial arts required a powerful perpetual control over the body few could match once one has mastered a style. For the Wind General, he had no particular set style. He was the water- a being that could flow... or crash. Trained to be aware of where he was, and what he was doing along with his enemy made him a devastating force when partaking in one-on-one combat. He was no immortal, but once again- he did not become a General at such a young age for no reason. With complete focus on the battle area, instead of just Shokunen himself, he was able to use peripheral vision to mark oncoming attacks far more quickly than a human should have. As the lance swung in a vicious swipe, Fong's body began moving. His body, dipping way below to the left, was bolstered by his flexibility as well as how light his robes were. Swinging his body across, the spear pass over his back and head, just barely skimming his body. Then, the General noticed something. Because the Lamian Prince didn't take advantage of that, instead swinging his lance above to attempt a skull crusher, Fong's mind reacted instantly. The Prince was trying to set him up. Since Fong had no idea what the Prince was trying to do, all the lessons he had learned from his mentor set in.

The best defense was a good offense at this point. Disrupt the enemy. Do not let him do what he wants. Redirect the force. Remember the 13 laws. Since Fong did not attempt to dodge backward out of the way, he remained fairly close to the Prince, as well as his body balanced by the numerous hours of practice he put into solidifying his stance to become immovable by normal means. Fong did exactly the opposite of what a normal fighter did, and that was charge in. It was his best shot. Examining the Lamian Prince, his center of balance was the first few feet of his tail- the part strongest enough to support his weight and keep him level. That would be a very, very difficult thing to disrupt. A normal human he would have on the ground in less than a few seconds. This required adapting. As the Prince brought down the lance, Fong brought one sword up. Not to block, but to attack. The spear was merely an obstacle. Instead of bringing a force to directly oppose the lance, he took it in a diagonal punching motion with the sword, causing all the force directed into the lance to shoot back up into the Lamia's arm. This would result in Shokunen jerking backward as all the power he directed into the spear was forced back into his body. This would result in a slower, true attack from the tail. However, that attack from under would never happen as Fong immediately took the opportunity and slashed at the Lamia's gut with deadly precision. Being hit by such an attack would slice straight through where Fong believed the liver was, causing the blood pressure to drop and make the Lamia pass out within a minute. That's only if it directly hit, of course.

The presence of the Nightmarians disturbed Fong slightly. He had allowed General Ebon to mark him, as it only served to better communication between the forces. Of course, he was very opposed to it, but eventually accepted it harshly due to it's nature of only being useful later. He called upon this link, the Nightmarians were becoming a problem.

"Curses. I shall handle the enemy General from wreaking havoc in our lines. Ebon, I will give you full command over the army until I am finished." He said, a cold edge in his voice as he fought the Lamian Prince. Practicality was an essential tool when leading an army. He knew when to swallow his pride and when to hold his head high.




Nightmarians, a whole horde of them. Well, that Prince certainly is pulling out all the stops. Turning the entire field into a magic block was a risky move on his part, but since the Civil armies had more mages with the arrival of Gale Bringer, it was the best thing to do. Mercy watched with interest as the mages fell back into the shield bubble, being replaced with armored pike men reentering the fray. Some managed to continue using magic to their desired effect, but the numbers were painfully small. A red ant turned over and looked at Mercy.

"You aren't going to partake in the fun?" He asked questioningly. Mercy smiled, revealing her shining inscizors.

"Dear, unless Shokunen gives me another paycheck, I don't have to do a thing." She said, her luminous red eyes blinking slowly.

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With the rising of the sun came the appearance of a lone figure approaching from the east of Gaol. From the smudged form, and the overall approach, it could be determined the figure walked alone, no horse or otherwise to aid in travel. If one were to have keener eyes or the use of scrying magic they would see the figure walked in full armor, and that the sun seemed to shimmer a strange red color from it, rather than a pure golden. At his sides were two coils of chain, each with a sickle shaped blade waiting with what little handles they had for their owner to take them up.Metal shifted around metal clanking with each step as the figure continued to advance, drawing ever closer to the camp.

The procession was steady, almost as if a casual walk though a common town or city, and the figure didn't even seem to care that his approach was on Savage grounds. Along with the approach the smudge would gain some form of outline or details, something to identify, exactly whom it was, that thought approaching Gaol alone was such a good idea. And it wouldn't be until the gap closed even more between them before the sentries would be able to pick out the strangely shaped armor and the helm that seemed molded to appear like the snout and face of a dragon. The approach of the figure drew him towards two Orc sentries who stood, squinting into the sun, trying to figure out exactly who it was that approached. Both of the large beasts shifted on foot and gripped their poleaxes tightly, one of them raising an arm to point in the figure's direction, as if spotting some detail the other had missed, muttering back and fourth until the figure was a few pike lengths away and the larger one stood taller, sizing up the other.

"Stand where you are! What name do you have and why have you come?"

Dracon stood for only a moment, observing the two before taking a few steps closer, paring as both raised their weapons in his direction. The pointed tip aimed for his chest as the axe heads faced the earth. His head leaned to the side for a bit, the sun light stabbing across it and reflecting off to the side before he corrected his stance and talked closer, just out of reached as they jabbed in his direction a few times.

"I said stand you filth! One more step and I'll have you're head... Though I wouldn't mind having a little fun practicing on you."

The bigger Orc laughed and nudged his companion for a second as Dracon only watched silently. The claws covering his hands quivering as individual ones moved and shifted to each twitch of a finger. Hands slowly lowing to the waiting sickles at his side, taking up the handles as he observed them and then the two in front before letting them drop slowly, chain sliding through his hands until the hooked blades rested close to his knees as he rocked the steadily back and fourth until, with a simple flick of his hands, he rotated them in steady circles, both blades spinning forwards at the same time. Each revolution creating a steady swish, like a small breath of air as the sickles began to pick up speed.

The sentries shifted their footing back a step as their bodies tensed, minds now on full alert for what kind of tricks the other was up to. Just following the motion he created, both arms moved out, the grip in his hands slackening as the blades and chain flew forwards, the coiled chain at his sides unwinding as the blades rushed out and low to the ground, just barely crossing behind the feet of the taller Orc before his hands tightened and pulled back on the chain, the line going taught at once as the blades rushed back to the hands that through him, uncaring of the flesh that was now in their way as the tendons of the larger foe were cut out from under him, sending him toppling forwards in a roar of anguish as his ability to stand was stolen from him, arms dropping pole axe to stop his fall. His partner seemed frozen, barely turning to see how fast the other went down as both hands tightened on his pole axe as he took the first of several steps forwards, raising his weapon slightly to try and cleave upon part of the armor, yet as he charged, his opponent wasn't standing still any more, having dropped his right shoulder, feet sliding out as his balance rocked forwards, left leg sliding in as the rotation brought him under and inside, beyond the range of the point and axe, as his own right arm cast out his bladed, the chain swinging in heavy from the right as it hit the neck and began to wrap tightly around it, the sickle spinning until the point locked into another link of the chain and the weapon began to choke the sentry.

Dracon took a few steps back and tugged with his right hand, the chain trying to return, yet locked by the blade as it started to constrict tighter and tighter on the neck of the other, who dropped his weapon as both hands went to his neck, rearing back as he tried to pull free the chain to breath. His strength dragging the other forwards, yet only helping tighten the wrapped chain on his neck, caught foam and coughs to spill from his mouth as he tried to break free. His partner, ultimately in the better shape, snarled under the pain and forced himself to drag his body towards the attacker occupied with his partner, right hand moving to take up the dropped staff of his weapon as he sized it up to sweep the axe head around and take off the feet of the other. As he prepared to do so, he felt himself freeze as the intruder seemed to be looking clearly at him, those bloody eyes immobilizing him to watch as he finished off his partner. The second Orc coughing and wheezing gasps as his large form rolled onto his knees, trying to hold his breath and rip the chain from his neck as fingers slipped over the chain and just couldn't grip the metal well enough to take it off.

The one who was not injured in this remained silent, hands gripping the chain of his weapon tightly as he took a step back tugging the chain hard as he dragged the suffocating foe from a kneeling position to one arm trying to support himself as the other tried to work the chain. It was then he approached closer, his right talons lashing out in a violent kick that cut several bloody gashes, deep in his arm and causing the limb to move away from his neck before the taloned foot smashed into his back, below the neck as he slowly slipped down the second sickle, letting it rock slowly on the chain as he brought it under the neck of his foe, tugging up lightly until it came into contact with flesh, helm looking down to watch bulging eyes plead with him as a tongue rolled from the mouth as the hushed gasps started to become even more quiet. He tensed his leg on the back of the minotaur as he took up the slack of his sickle and tugged a few times before his arm jerked up and his foot kicked down, pulling the blade up and shoving the body down as the blade cut through the neck until head was parted from neck.

The larger Orc watched the whole scene take place and gathered enough wits about him to bellow out, "Attacker! Attacker at the East Side!"

Dracon turned around, remembering the second foe and forgetting his fun with the first, spinning his arm so the blade that just cut through the neck began to spin, the blood on its edge slipping away from the movement before his left arm rose up and fell forwards and down, whipping the back edge of the blade around as it jammed into the chest of the second, digging into what chest armor he wore as the last spike drove into the exposed part of his neck. He tugged at the chain so it returned to him and spun the blade again, repeating the same attack, though the blows landed slightly farther over, his stance reaming where it was as his talons soaked in the spilled blood of the fist as he retrieved and cast out his sickle four more times, until no more shouts or groans could be heard from the body.

With that task done he coiled the left most chain at his side and replaced the sickle as he bent down to free the other end of his Mantis, examining its edge and the chain before replacing it. As the first of the Savages drew over to the alarm one of the sentries called out, he was calmly observing his blades at his sides, while his right talons were still buried into the back of the headless corpse at his feet. He looked up slowly at those that approached, red eyes glaring at them all, demanding for more blood to be spilled.

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”Steak!... Get out here!”

That was the signal, they had them boxed all she had to do was charge right up the center and destroy everything. The wagon that had blown apart by Sho’s bow lay at the mouth of the pass, the groups had retreated but could not back out without exposing their flanks… so the best course of action was to box them in more, to hold out until an advantage could be given. That was where she came in, she had spent the last two days shifting between one of her larger forms so that she could be outfitted with foul smelling armor. Through the smoke and screams, through the rain and the flashes, a low snarling rumble snarled through the cliff side. At first it sounded like an earthquake then as the entire pass behind them seemed to give way, a massive black elephant like beast slid from the hollowed out passage dirt and rocks falling from its form as it slowly lumbered towards their rear. The speed of the animal built as the savage forces pulled back slightly giving her a perfect run right up the middle to slaughter and trample them all. The hulking Andarian Mammoth was enough to make the average man soil himself if he saw it charging, though this beast was not only twice the size of a normal elephant, it had horns on its head, and the entire front part of its body was draped with Nightmarian skeletons.

They had torn apart the jail to make the armor, her long curved tusks were wrapped with the armor and long jagged blades laced them. Dani’s massive elephant like skull was also laced with the armor huge spines slid over her brow and over the hump on her back. Her trunk was armored, also laced with long blades and spines as she trumpeted and lowered her massive skull so her tusks would meet the first wagon with enough force to make the wood it was made out of shatter into nothingness. Her huge form lunged forward her muscles flexing under the thick black fur and nearly granit like skin. The beast lunged forward with a terrifying speed as she slammed into the first wagon wood exploded as the huge rhino that pulled it rolled over tumbling over pike men and sword wielders alike. Her form powed easily though the mages as she swung her blades head to the side and smashed through the back of another wagon its form flinging ended over end into the civilized forces as the beast pulling it frantically charged forward to get away.

The other rhinos bolted slamming themselves and the wagons into the civilized troops that had gathered around them. Dani lunged for the bear riders even taking a couple out under her massive feet and powerful tusks. The savage armies retreated back into their shelters only to let Dani and the panicked rhino’s pass, then lunged back in behind her like a title wave of steel and fang. She slammed her massive form into anything and everything she could reach though she stayed at a constant run right down the center where the civilian armies were hunkered. Pikes angled at her as she curled her head down and trampled the phalanxes down her massive form charging right for Sho and Fong after most of the wagons had been shattered or disabled by the extensive reach of her blades tusks. She skid to a stop her huge blades trunk swinging out to take Fong’s head clean off his shoulders, as she slid to a stop her back end sliding into the cliff side not far away stopping her charge. She would only take the one swing at Fong before she would turn and await her next order from Sho. Her deep red eyes regarding the battle with a definite intelligence that surpassed a mere beast. Her hide was littered with the arrows from above and those she had gained in her passing through the civilized armies, every arrow even the Lamian had been stopped by her dense water logged fir and thick skin. She raised her trunk and trumpeted in exhilaration the sound rocking through the rain swept canyon.

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Roaring in mock frustration at the young general dodging his initial attack, the lamia pressed forward with the next only to have his borrowed weapon clash against Fong's blade with a loud clang of metal on metal. Instead of holding onto a weapon that he had no true attachment to, Shokunen allowed the counter-force to free the lance from his grasp and rolled with the blow. The lamia arose several more feet from the ground on his tail and twisted his body to come back around, both arms shooting outward in a cross to grasp the flats of each of Fong's swords. Without so much as a roar of fury or even a quick quip, Shokunen carried through with the movement seemlessly, viciously yanking back both muscular arms in a movement that would tear the twin blades from the puny human's hands. He could feel the edges just barely cutting into the skin of his palms, but it mattered little. In the same moment of the grab, his tail came back around. The remaining length of nearly twelve feet of pure musculature came around from behind Fong's position in a diagonal grasp. With that, Fong would be forced to either abandon his weapons to Shokunen's superior strength, or keep the weapons and be wrapped from the waist down by his massive crimson tail.

Die you little monkey! he glanced past Fong to see the immense monstrousity that was the tiny minotaur he'd thought so little of at first. His upper body bent backwards and Shokunen felt both wind and rain splash against his skin as Dani's armored trunk swept past. When the prince arose again, his dagger was drawn and ready for more...if Fong wasn't dead already. "Dani, stomp those dwarves into paste!"

Up above, the nightmarian squads continued to maintain the magical reversal zone above the enemy. Most of the harpy troops that had returned were healed and ready to deploy, and dove off of the cliff to harry the enemy troops once more. The Civil archers were now concentrated in their efforts, and despite the driving rain began to counter the archers that dotted the stone outcroppings. For the most part, it was a stalemate.


"Damnit all Melianth, get out of there!" Belsius called to his brother before bashing back a gnoll soldier with his shield. The elder Avaran and his sibling were well away from the Civil line of resistance now, caught up in the tide of hostile forces. A few soldiers similarly stranded in the sea of enemies was the only distraction keeping the dark elves from being totally overwhelmed. A dozen wounds covered Belsius as he slashed and bashed his way towards his brother, who was even worse off than he. Melianth weaved a blinding dance of steel and death within the Savage ranks, keeping the enemy soldiers from entirely overhwleming him by creating a circle of influence. The avenger was slowing down though, and the orcs and their ilk slowly gained ground upon him. The tall dark elf's chest heaved with exertion, his arms ached from the strain of constantly parrying and stabbing, and his body throbbed in too many places to count from cuts and bruises. Belsius was soon at his side though, muttering some prayer.

The brothers nodded at one another and stood back to back, fending off attacks while the older of the two prayed to the angels for divine aid. Melianth too rose his voice in chant, although one of a different sort. Bel's prayer finished first and the two disappeared in a flash of golden flame. They were spirited across the battlefield to the center of the caravan, near a wagon. He immediately shook off the teleportation afterdaze and charged back for the line he had been holding. Melianth stood in the heavy rain and the roaring crowd of soldiers for a few moments, trying to regain his bearings. An elf pikeman shoving past him snapped the young avenger back to reality, and he quickly looked around to see where he was. Soon he found out he had been placed near the heart of the battle, and was surprised to see the halfling woman from earlier...along with a living catapult and some kind of chain beast. He approached Miralight and remembered to complete his prayer, mending a few of his wounds and reknitting flesh. Melianth leapt past the little woman to cleave into the flank of a lamia who had been slithering through the ranks.

"Nice weather we're having, eh?" he called back with a grin.

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The hooks would serve little use now that the enemy has both blades trapped in his hands. However, his hooks weren't the only weapon Fong possessed. He went with the flow, allowing his weapons to be ripped from his hands. That meant his hands were occupied, holding his weapons by the blades like a complete fool. If the Lamia were smarter than the average garden snake, this man wasn't doing his race much good so far.

Suddenly, an attack that put the extremities of his reaction reflex. A figure, swinging by with a blade sharp enough to cut flesh. The Wind General's powerful battle awareness sense alerted him, and he quickly dipped his head and upper torso forward to avoid the fatal blow. He felt the metal shear hair off as it screamed over his head, nearly ending the battle then and there.

Quickly, he refocused his mind, drawing upon one of the laws of martial arts: begin where you currently are. He paid no mind to the Lamia's expressions, only his emotions. The Wind General's dull, cutting eyes gave no indication of disappointment, anger, or shock. Through his peripheral vision, he noticed the snake-like lower body whip around and attack once more.

The turn comes from the center. Dodging out will be the end of me.

Instead of dodging back again, The Gale Bringer continued his aggressive assault, smoothly ducking in. As centrifugal force makes the end of the tail a blow to behold, the closer Fong got to the center the less force there will be. It was compensated by more mass to support the Lamia, but it was something Fong could handle. As the side of the tail came close, Fong jumped and pitched himself close over the tail, as the Lamia continued the attack. That gave Fong the opening he needed, closing in on Shokunens back and attempting to deliver a powerful elbow to his spinal cord.

The waist was an important part in martial arts, generating the power a human needed to rival those gifted with natural brute strength and gargantuan size. With a little thinking, the small can beat the big, which is the foundation Martial Arts was based on. As Fong delivered the elbow through the air, there were many things one needed to consider to gauge it's strength. The twist of his waist brought on far more momentum, force, and weight. usually, when one throws a punch, only the weight of the arm is used. That totals about forty pounds. However, add the waist, it adds the mass of the body- easily over a hundred, thus creating more trauma where it hits. A second factor is how tempered his arm structure is. Through the years of intense training, the General often bares his arms and bangs it against his wood fighting post, and sometimes with his men. Without fear, his arm becomes numb to the pain one gets when hitting bone against other objects at higher speeds. This allows Fong to put all the speed into his elbow, without fear of severe pain or bruises.

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Diloxi staggered to her feet only to be side swiped by a rhino dragging a wagon behind it. Her arm screamed as the skin rubbed right off of it by the thick hide though she jumped back and looked for the reason the beast had fled. She turned to see a huge black mammoth barreling towards her. Her eyes went wide as she blinked trying to decide if it was real or not, the huge creatures tusks swung towards her as it charged at a startling speed she ran and dove into one of the caves with orcs and Gnolls. The scent from them assaulted her senses as soon as she came near. Her hair was grabbed by one as another blades sliced for her side. She hissed and then entire cavern exploded with black flames killing all of them immediately around her and searing about 10 others.

She staggered out of the cave to see her forces being overran by the savage armies the mammoth had carved a horrible gap within her army. She heard Fong’s voice echo in her mind, his words held a great meaning to them. She was in command, he had larger fish to fry she could only assume what he was after, but didn’t want to distract herself with the thought as she ran for the center of her main force. She could see the various races fighting for survival as she slid up around them the field of anti magic caused her body an immense discomfort the snakes that coiled about her right arm and hand hissed and snarled making those near her take a step back.

”Refrain from arcane magic… and everyone form up! Gather around me!” She announced through the marks in her ranks, she charged it with as much abyssal magic as she could manage until they heard her voice. Not long after her voice slid through their minds she closed her eyes and slid her hand up into the sky arrows sliced through the air around her as a Dark Elf swords men raised his shield to deflect the arrows raining in from above. In her outstretched hand a globe of darkness gathered it slid from her hand and rotated up into the air as rain cascaded down around her. She was soaked the bandages about her breast were soaked with her own red blood that had flowed from the reopened lashes at her back. Her eyes stayed closed as her blue hair stuck to her glorious form and then a deep energy shattered from her. It would stop the hearts of all those around her for just a moment, then as the energy coiled around her, the snakes dug deeper into her skin casing her to tremble and pale on her feet.

The orb high above grew then flattened out, it stretched like an umbrella of black flame before long all light around her troops was consumed by the black flames that slithered about them. She had created a dome of black fire it laced about her now gathered troops but locked out those that had not retreated soon enough. ”The barrier is up.. I know you cannot see… but stay still and heal one another… light torches so you can see and form up in a tight rank. Archers between shield wielders.. the sides will have pike men with phalanx shields.. we will march out of this canyon together!” She held the dome steady as torches lit and men began healing one another. They reorganized in the warm darkness the flickering of the flames around them seemed to drone out most of the sound.

Outside the dome a thick fog grew as the rain pelted against it turning to steam. Before long the entire pass was consumed by the fog created by the flames. Diloxi within the dome shivered as steam rose off her form. Her eyes staid closed as she concentrated.. one false move and everyone within the dome would be vaporized possibly even herself. She shook as sweat slid down her form, then the platoon commanders signaled her that they were formed up and for the most part healed. She dropped her up stretched palm and the flames fell she felt herself grabbed by one of her guards as she half collapsed her eyes seeing nothing but black as pain sliced through her.

She was going to kill Fong herself if Sho didn’t take care of the problem for her. The tightly ranked mass of shields steamed forward, Orcs and gnoll’s lashed at their sides only to be dropped with crossbow bolts and blades, then the shields once again returned as they continued to move as one tight pack. The healers kept close to the outer edges of the formation healing those that took wounds that would weaken the unit. She felt the ground rumble as the Mammoth approached through the fog once again. ”Captain Duff! Take down that Mammoth!”

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Wings beat heavily in the sky, just above the cover of the raging storm. The turbulence of the wind swept heavily to one side and then the next, constantly changing its speed and direction without a clear purpose behind it all. Huge splotches of moisture and rain hung in clusters across the sky that were as threatening as a minefield to the unprepared. Pushing hard across one area, riddled with moisture and the ever changing winds, was a lone group of Harpies as they pressed themselves against it all to make it to the Akaldai Pass. At the lead was a fearsome Male, his silver and black feathers shuffling and pushing left right and in blossoming and falling circles as the wind battered him. His one indigo eye stabbing through it all with a steely gaze. Behind him followed the other 30 in his "murder" as they rushed to the planned battle, late as usual.

"If this keeps up we won't make it in time for the fight!" Raven, the nickname of the Harpy behind and to the right of the lead, screamed over the wind. His wings fluttered in a half push and he suddenly rolled as the current dragged him awkwardly away, his wings spreading out to catch and slow his person before spinning around and under it before beating heavily to regain his position, "The wind is just too strong here!"

The lead didn't look back but his strong voice was ripped from his mouth and dragged back for all to hear, "If you keep talking like that Raven, I might just give you to the females after all!" The other males laughed as Raven looked away and pushed harder to match the pace of Visar.

"And if the battle is over by then? What should we do, fly back with not another kill in almost a week!"

Visar's arm reached out and grabbed his shoulder, only looking forwards as they flew though any of them knew he was focused on them at times like this, "No Raven! Should we make it there late! I'm going to promote myself a better Navigator, and then we will chase those Civilized Mud Kissers back to their pathetic camp! We will rain our arrows on their turned back and, hopefully, skewer one of those pathetic officers with their tail between their legs!" Cheers arose behind the pair and raven clasped his leader's shoulder before falling back to his own position.

"You heard our leader! Let's rain death down on those below us, come on men!"

With Raven dipping below cloud cover every so often, it wasn't long until the group found themselves hovering above the pass. Granted it was a very struggled hover where their wings flapped hard or soft, bodies turning to face and assaulting gust of wind to correct their position, but in position they were. From high up they watched the clashing battle as occasionally a female could be seen swooping down into the fray or trying to use their arrows or bardic magic from above. They also watched with disgust as some kind of catapult monstrosity hurled massive spear-like trunks into the air, running through those hapless females that flew too low. Just beyond that was a swirling mass that reaped lives wherever it went and Visar frowned.

"Raven! Just what the hell is that!"

He pointed as his Navigator and second in command pushed harder, sliding into a current rushing the opposite direction as he glided over the mass and rolled around pushing to return to his position and correct his hover. "Some kind of chains sir! Enchantment! It looks to be taking out our forces with little trouble!"

Visar frowned and looked between the catapult and the chains before his left wing dipped low he could slide his longbow from his back. He lifted it up and ran a talon down the string and the wood before glancing back to another of his gang, "Hawk! Hawk we need a quick protection enchantment for our bows and projectiles! It seems they are starting to catch the slight dampness of the air!" The collection of chuckles was few, though the wind drown out most and carried most of them far far away.

The second harpy flew forwards, his brown feathers ruffled by the wind as he grinned. Unlike most of the others, his bow wasn't the Harpy Longbow but a short, which was clutched between his feet as he flew up, closing his hand into a fist before raising his first two talons and touching his forehead while a strong and flowing incantation was uttered, causing their bows, quivers and arrows to shimmer for a split second before fading away. "All ready Visar! Just call the target and we will follow!"

Examining the two strange devices he fluttered in the wind feeling the push and pull of the currents as the feathers on his head shifted one way and then the next. Feeling the bow in his taloned hand he tested the string without an arrow and took aim, first at the larger device then the chin monstrosity before slowly moving the string back to the resting position. "Two arrows! Full draw! Take aim at the chain creature first! Read the air currents and loose at my call only! If anything gets in our arrow's way, Savaged or Civilized, it is their fault for being exposed in these terrible conditions!" His left hand took the bow as his right slow grasped two barbed arrows from his quiver, sliding the unused arrow onto a talon, with the use of a small loop just barely inside the fletching, curling the talon to his palm to keep it in place. "Nock first arrow!" His hand slid the first arrow out and into position before drawing it back till the fletching was well past his ear, hand shaking steadily before he adjusted, wings beating harder to keep his position, letting the feeling of the wind flowing across his feathers to understand the current's motions.

"Hawk, loose first arrow!" The twang stuttered in the air for a moment before being torn away as the short bow fired out towards the target, the arrow being pushed, lifted and dragged as it sank, well short of the intended target, sailing into the pass where it took an unsuspecting goblin through his left eye, dropping the pathetic Mud Kisser where he fought. All the other harpies adjusted their aim as Visar figured out where he needed to fire the shot, breathing slowly as his wings began to fall into a motion that balanced him in the wind at the current moment. Wait for it... The wind suddenly shifted and rocked them all far to the left, wings beating harder to regain position. He could feel it coming.

For a split moment the wind vanished from their position. "Loose!" The twangs of 29 strings sounded off as the cloud of arrows sailed down through the sky, some clattering into each other as others were dragged too far off course, though a good number, less than half, fell on target. "Nock second!" As one they flipped the next arrow into their waiting hand and drew back steadily, taking aim as the wind closed about them once more. He felt the strength of the wind and closed his good eye for a moment before looking back down, "Aim as you will and Loose!" Releasing the second arrow his sharp eyes followed its path as it wavered and sailed with the others, flying down for a would-be arm of the creature before a final gust of air forced it off target and cutting through the mud.

Clenching his hands into fists and setting his jaw he looked away from the monstrosity and looked for the other as something streaked underneath him. His reaction was purely instinct as he rolled over and to his right, wing fluttering out as one of the massive logs cut through the tip of his feathers, flying up and taking one unfortunate male who didn't see it coming, the large projectile punching clean through his torso to a point before its weight dragged it, and him, back down to the unforgiving ground below. With a shriek of frustration he reached for his next arrow, "Barbed arrows, half draw, loose as you will! Take that damn contraption down!"

Even as he snatched at his first arrow and took sights at the thing. A strange mist was starting to filter across the ground, slowly cutting off their sight. "Forget adjusting to the wind and loose your arrows!" His arm pulled the string back halfway as he let the first shaft fly, ignoring where it cut across the air as he snatched for another arrow, drawing it back to loose again, clearly watching this one fly off with the wind, rather than down for the target. He cried out in furry as he and his gang loosed four more arrows upon the device before their vision was lost.

Replacing his next arrow in the quiver he quickly dipped a wing to slide the bow back onto it's resting position, his indigo eye glaring furiously at the ground as his wings beat harder. "Climb above cloud cover and wait for the mists to clear! If anyone else dies on me, their corpses go to the females!" He looked up into the sky to follow where his wings carried him, his furious gaze stabbing at the mists once more before the storm clouds above enveloped them.

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Miralight was enjoying watching the harpies go careening out of the air, she was loving to watch the Gnolls get sliced into little dog treats by her chain. Then the first sign that there was going to be issues showed up. The Nightmarians slid along the sides of the chasm energy arching off of them and turning magic into a chaotic mess. Mira slid under a bench to hide as arrows rained down over the wagon several of them sliced into the back of the large thick skind Rhino. Not penetrating more then a quarter inch into the animals thick hide. The ballista continued to load and twang taking down archers and harpies as the chained monstrosity fanned out low, cutting off feet then rolling over itself and slicing those it just dismembered into nothing but ground meat.

The chain was one of her more prized creations, and as it continued to act as a metal blender she pulled her book closer to herself and watched as the pen wrote the events before her. She saw the mention of the mammoth and her eyes went wide. She whistled and the chain as well as the ballista fell to pieces. She braced herself in the wagon as the hulking creature slammed the rhino that had been waiting over on its side spilling the animal’s guts across the battle field and slamming Mira and her sleeping ballista into the stone wall not far away. The wagon and Mira whistled again the chain came back to life slicing and attacking various savage that came too close to Mira. The ballista that had fallen to pieces at her whistle whirled and put itself back together once again. She slid out from under the bench to have a look around the battle as the dark elf that she had seen before bounded into the wagon with her.

She smiled at him, ”Its pretty nice actually!.. Rain is always my favorite this time of year! Especially so close to home!” she smiled brightly as a harpy shrieked and slammed into the ground not far away. She frowned as her ammo reserves were starting to get low, and her magic was not going to be able to summon more without possibly summoning them impaled in herself. Her eyes looked over the battle with a worried expression as several barbed arrows sliced into the wagon with her. She grabbed the tall Dark Elf and tackled him to the ground outside of the wagon laying on top of him to keep him from harm. The entire span of the wagon she had been in was blanketed with arrows made to go in and never be retracted. She looked down at the dark elf she now sat on top of and blushed.

”Sorry.. I thought I saw a dry spot on your back!.. I had to make sure I took care of that” she grinned even brighter, her book and pen happily continuing their work from under the wagon. Her eyes dodged about the battle as she scurried from Melianth’s chest and dove under the wagon. She felt Diloxi’s power swell as she waved Melianth to join her under the wagon as well. Several more volies of arrows slammed into the wagon as she reached out and tugged at Melianth to try and keep him from the volley’s fired by the group of Harpies from above. Her ballista was totally out of commission the arrows had locked it down. A thick fog began to roll about them and her eyes went wide as the warm from the fog and steam seemed to make breathing almost hard. The fog billowed about the battle, even Fong’s winds only helped to spread it through the area rather than diminish it. It hid the civilized forces from the eyes of those above as the entire pass was draped in it. The rain continued to pour over the ground, it wouldn’t be long and the rain would send the clouds of steam away. Miralight heard the command as she felt the ground rumble from the mammoth again. She had to take the thing out before it over ran them all.

She concentrated on her chain and issued the edict, ”Bind the furry beast Nhil!” the chain arced in a beautiful dance, it spread out and then condensed in an almost artful martial art. The chain seemed to move with an intelligence all its own as it slid through the battle field even those that locked it down were soon found at the centre of the constricting reach. The black mammoth charged through the mist every dwarf her immense form found she flung through the air. The chain flattened out again then as the beast ran over its form it lashed up its chains digging into the beasts neck and legs, it cut into the thick hide as it twirled around the flesh like the blades of a chain saw. Dani shrieked out into the coiling fog her immense form tumbled to the ground as the chains coiled tighter and tighter around the Druid. Though all that would be known to those not able to see through the fog was that the rumbling had stopped and pain filled wails echoed in their wake.

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Shokunen hissed as a fog quickly enveloped the immediate area, but kept focus as he sent both of the wind general's weapons flying into the throng of battle. He slithered back somewhat during the distraction, readying himself for further movement instead of pressing the attack like a novice. His tail was about to strike the seemingly preoccupied Fong when the man suddenly shifted under the heavy blow and advanced like some sort of phantom so swift were his movements. The split second Obadani had afforded him though may have saved him a trip to the healer though, as his newfound positioning allowed the lamia to vault up into the rain-filled air, the middle of his tail being grazed by the potentially bone-shattering attack Fong carried through. Sho came down as silent as death within the muddy terrain a few feet to his enemies right, a thick layer of white haze obscuring his position. The lamia's eyes switched to the heat spectrum and he scanned the nearby area. Immediately, the prince snatched up the corpse of what appeared to be a charred human in one hand, and what he supposed was the man's staff in the other.

"Raaaah!" with a roar,he raised himself up on his tail nearly twelve feet up into the air quite quickly, and threw the corpse at such an angle it would fall in front of Fong. In the fog, such a ploy would make it seem as if he had jumped again, and the prince followed through with a powerful toss of the iron staff. It skidded along the damp earth with a loud splash to the enemy's immediate right and Sho was already in the air right behind the corpse. With a deft twist of his body, the lamia brought his tail around in a vicious arc that would smash across Fong's back and send the tiny man flying. Landing, Shokunen Helvaras reared up and loosed a roar of triumph into the stormy canyon. Through the haze, he thought he could make out the silhouettes of more harpies...he hadn't ordered for the second wave yet. Were those mercenaries finally here? Dwelling no further on the matter the prince leapt back into the battle once more, crashing into a dark elf swordsman that had been caught unawares. Instead of tearing the whelp apart he flung the man away and glared at the primarily dark elf crowd of soldiers just before him.

Diloxi...he thought with a malicious grin, intended to look more sadistic than anything. Without any words he glanced in her direction before slithering off to another battle.

The mist was clearing, and up above the nightmarian troops ceased their magical disruption field. Not because they were ordered to do so, but because more pressing matters arrived. On the very tops of the canyons, figures garbed in nothing but pure white robes fell upon the savage troops with sword and spells of pure red flame. The robes, clinging to their bodies with the heaviness of the rain, were stark white and without color aside from a large crimson fireball emblazoned on the back. Over a hundred of the mysterious people, all of different races began slaughtering the nightmarians and healers who had been caught off guard. Three approached Mercy and without word loosed a trio of flaming gouts upon her. She would find her armor much less resistant, to these attacks. They then lashed out with blades and speed beyond that of the average mortal. Nobody knew the identity of the white men and women, but one thing was for sure. They definetly weren't Civil.


"You actually like the rain? Are you daft woman? This is-" the wind rushed from his lungs as Miralight tackled him with suprosing strength and pinned Melianth to the floor. He was about to call out when he saw the multitude of arrows blanketing the wagon and nearby area. Melianth glanced down at the halfling, who was blushing for some reason and smirked. "Dry spot. Right. You probably just thought the heat of battle was the perfect place to cop a feel." the dark elf heaved himself up and patted Miralight's head while smiling. "Thanks. Who? Where're we going?" he followed the young captain under the wagon and raised an eyebrow in confusion. before he could question her though, a heavy haze added itself to the already annoying rain. His breaths became slower, and the lack of air made his head ache. With a quickly muttered prayer the avenger cleared the immediate area of mist and made breathing easier.

Melianth rolled out from under the wagon, shaking the mud and filth from his garments and growling with disgust. He glanced at the mammoth whom Miralight began harrying with her construct, and looked to the sky. The air no longer shimmered with magic and he called back to Mira; "Little one! The field's down, tell the magi to start casting again!" he paused a moment scanning the battlefield before pointing towards the northern half of the Civil forces. "Get to my brother, Belsius! He could use some help! I'll take care of the warbeast if...Nhil? Is that what you called it? Well, if it doesn't mind! Happy hunting!" he said with a wink. Before cahrging at the druid turned mammoth Melianth called over his shoulder. "Oh! When we're done here, meet me in my tent! I'll give ya somethin' to blush about!"

And with one final laugh he intoned a prayer of haste and rushed at the mammoth's ankles with both blades drawn, intending to hamstring the great beast.


Are they in place? a rumbling voice called out into the mind of one of the white-robed assailants.

Almost, my liege. The pawns have nearly completed clearing the clifftops. Your arrival will be magnificent. she returned.

Yes...I know.

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Maintaining position just beyond the swirling clouds the murder of harpies waited as time passed, rain battering their backs as wind swept their feathers one way and the next. Off and slightly away from his followers, Visar maintained his position, arms crossed across his chest as his eyes were closed, feeling the wind sweep around him and push his feathers about and ripple across them. He focused on the pushing and pulling winds as he maintained position. Eye blinking open as he looked higher into the swirling gray of the clouds before looking down once more. "Raven! Scout below the cloud cover and tell me what can be seen!"

Raven looked up from checking his bow and nodded, slinging the weapon over his back as he rolled and let the wind fill his wins, ridding it down as he fell the the spiraling "floor" of the clouds to be exposed outside. He flapped three great spans as he corrected himself and fanned his wings out to catch the air, soaring high and fast over the battlefield, eyes gazing down below as the pass was still filled with the mist, though it seemed to clear apart in some locations. His eyes jerked up to above the pass as he noticed movement. Spotting the Nightmarians as they clashed with another foe, magic flying from their hands in great gouts of flame. His brow furrowed as his head craned up, body shifting to follow as his wings beat once more to fly up into the clouds, moving back to where the others waited, his pace quickening for a moment, raising him up before he fell back into rhythm to remain motionless in the air. "The pass is still blocked! But there is fighting along the tops of the pass! Some Mud Kissers, with emblems I have never seen, are slaughtering the Nightmarians!"

The others muttered as Hawk slowed his wing beats to dip just under the clouds, vanishing for but a moment before he reappeared not far off and flying back to them. "He speaks truth Visar! They are using magic on the Nightmarians, what should we do?"

Their leader frowned and maintained his position, looking up as moisture and rain hit his face and feathers. He looked back over at them and dipped a wing to take his bow, "I'm not fond of helping those Insect Lovers as much as the next Harpy, but if they remove the threat from there, who isn't to say they will set their sights higher? Besides, I think there is a slight chill in this rain, what do you say Hawk?"

Hawk smiled and looked over his shoulder to Falcon and Finch, who stayed close behind him. The three Bardic Harpies nodded as their own feet still clutched their short bows. "I hear rainy conditions get dangerous when it is cold! Something about rain turning to hail!"

Visar looked at them with interest, "Fortunately we are flying too high for it to be a problem! But what about those poor Mud Kissers on the top of the ridge! What does their forecast say?"

Hawk shrugged, "The weather here has been known to get... out of hand! Said to change on split second terms this high up!"

Their leader drew his first arrow, this one from one of the quivers at his side, his fingers gripping the shaft tightly as he pointed the head at his Bards, "I think it works in out favor!" The men laughed as they readied their bow and arrows as Hawk and the other two raised their hands, fists clenching as their smallest talon rose and dipped before they interlocked their first talons and pushed outwards. The heads of the drawn arrows, and all the heads in the quivers, shimmered as an enchantment of ice fell over them like a skin, freezing an edge as sharp as a dagger over the head. He looked at the arrow and then Nocked it in his bow, puling it to half-draw as he laughed, "Lets show these Mud Kissers the dangers of hail!"

His wings alighted before he stretched them wide and flipped over, spinning down through the could cover before rolling around till the current caught his wings like sails. Beating his wings to draw close to the clouds above he swept far to the right hand side, circling around as his bow raised up, his eye looking at the figures fighting on top of the pass, his fingers drawing the arrow to full draw as his men swooped in behind him. "Loose as you pass over head! Full Draw for the first arrow! Half draw and fire as you will after!" His men followed the command as he felt the wing on his feathers, adjusting until he would fly overhead, his bow and arrow ready as it happened, his eye scanning out before he released the string with a twang. The arrow streaking almost strait down as it cut across the fabric of one of the White Robes.

He took up as second arrow and nocked it, turning about as his men flew over then, their own arrows lancing towards the ground. Now this was a fight.

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The battle was once again prolonged. So many convenient distractions for the Lamia Prince, rendering the Wind General unable to follow suit and continue his assault once he had Shokunen on the run. Suddenly, the battlefield was obscured by a thick fog, rendering Fong nearly blind as his scowl deepened. This was bad. He had no idea what the Snake will do during this convenient obstruction. Suddenly, a roar. Fong knew there was a feint coming, as it seemed like it was the Lamia's way of fighting. Suddenly, a thump to his front. Fong remained loose, his body ready, if a little tense. When the second strike came, he turned to his side, expecting the Lamia to explode from the mist. It was too late then, as that was yet another bout of trickery. Shokunen jumped out, spinning his tail around for another blow. Fong, in all his shark-like survival instincts turned to meet the threat.

His body paused abruptly, his form stiffening up and his eyes spacing out slightly.

I've reached over the boundaries of my limit. The General thought dully, and the blow that came from Shokunen would only further him from that. It was a powerful smashing whip of the tail connecting cleanly with the mans lower torso. The Gale Bringer let out a small groan, his expert discipline slipping. He was sent flying, the strength in his tail a remarkable thing to behold. Skidding across the muddy ground, he bounced several times before sliding to a halt next to the Akaldai Pass' walls.

The General of the Wind clutched not at his wounded stomach where the stomach hit, but his upper left shoulder. With shaking hands, slightly numb from shock, he slowly unbuttoned the first few knots of his robe. Shaking off the left sleeve, he revealed a mysterious ailment afflicting his body. He spat at the sight of it, raging contempt lighting the Wind General's cold heart.

It was a small, black tumor-like form, spread out over the front of his left shoulder. It wasn't very thick, but it was very wide, spreading nearly to his neck. He would have to get a collar for his robe soon. But it wasn't the tumor that required large body coverage with his clothes, it was the thing surrounding the tumor. Small, black branches spreading from the tumor-like blob, some short, other reaching down his side nearly touching his pelvis. Very small branches, like those on a tree, or on the wings of a monarch butterfly. The rain pelted at it, but it gave the General no relief. He wished he could rip the thing from his body, but the last time he tried to excise it, he had suffered massive bleeding and had to use an air lock to prevent himself from dying due to blood loss. The tumor had completely attached itself all the way along the main artery to and from both the arm and neck area. Slowly, the fog faded and the General drew his sleeve back on.

Suddenly, hundreds of white-garbed men and women, from all races descended, beginning to fight the Nightmarians causing the magic block. "Reinforcements? This is no group I have ever heard of." He muttered, sitting up against the wall of the Pass. He felt his stomach. The blow had caused massive internal trauma. He was lucky he wasn't dead. A curse behind the blessing.

"Feh. Give me five minutes." Fong muttered under his breath, his body slumping forward tiredly.




It seemed to be going better, what with the harpy mercenary group swooping in. She had heard of them, only briefly. The murder, something used to classify a group of crows, was lead by a man named Visar. A man missing a leg, as a prominent feature of his body. "Must be tough being a harpy." She giggled, watching them swoop beyond her sight- into the clouds.

She was only observing the battle, but suddenly, groups of white-garbed men descended from the sky, releasing powerful blasts of magic and beginning to slaughter those on the Savage side. How racist.

A group landed near her, throwing a few blasts of flame at the Nightmarian Spider. She reared up, the fire blasting off her lower abdomen. Searing heat lanced through her body as she stumbled back in confusion. "What's this then?" She asked herself. Normally, fire attacks would simply bounce off her, flaring against her armor and winking out. This one managed to scorch a bit of it, the magic barely breaking through the magic repellant seal her armor possessed.

"That hurt, honey!" She exclaimed, watching them draw weapons. Now that was a mistake. "Looks like you all need a good spanking!" She reached down, and pulled out the Mourning Star. As they slashed, she immediately noticed the difference in strength compared to a normal soldier's standards, or even a Lieutenant's. She bounced back, wincing slightly as her burned armor heated her insides uncomfortably. They leapt forward again, and Mercy raised her legs, lashing back so they had to guard. They tried to retreat, but one of them was too slow. The spiked ball whipped past, having no trouble crushing his skull and sending his brains splattering everywhere on the ground. The other assailants did not seem deterred, though they seemed slightly appalled at the carnage her new weapon reaped. Once again they darted in, attempting to subdue the Nightmarian Spider permanently.

"Come and get it... boys."

With that, she leapt down, her body easily managing to scale the wall toward the bottom. She had been observing from the far end, and made particular care to shift so if she had to duck into the pass, she would land just behind the army, where the ranks of men were thinner.

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Character Portrait: Shokunen Helvaras
Character Portrait: Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff
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Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Illessya
Illessya

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Visar
Visar

A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

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A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

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Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

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Dukald Garfarthen

A fierce dwarven bear rider, turned into a hardened Battlemaster.

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Zahar Darkshadow

Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

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An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

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Zareth Tryndelak

Merciless Berserker, Blade for Hire.

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Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff

Captain within the Civilized Armies

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Dracon

A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

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Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

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A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

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Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

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A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

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Not so dead anymore...

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I will be posting today unless getting my character oriented is not allowed.... considering they are still stuck back at neava's actions technically

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I see... I shall send you the new character data through PM, then.

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o.o characters? I don't see anything in the submitted area...

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I have a question.

Where are all the characters that have recently been submitted? Including mine? I want to read the profiles but they aren't there.

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Yeah!!! *bounce bounce* Soo when are we going to start the next chapter? O.O

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Alrighty ladies and gents, that's the end of the first chapter! Gratz on a job well done!

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Sorry for the inactivity - w- been semi-busy. I'll get something up either today or tommorow!

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Yep! I is special o.O hehe!

Ohh well! at least I noticed I did it and erased the extras *kicks the site for glitching and then kicks me for not hitting the back button far enough before hitting refresh twice*

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way to triple post, Neava.

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I love how my posts get longer with each entry.

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I'm planning on posting, I just need to get with hunter to work something out with Dani.. I guess I can post for Mira until then though! *huggles*

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Guys you have to get Google Chrome. If the site dies when you post your message, just go back and it'll be all there for you.

Or just copy-paste the work elsewhere.

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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

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o.O anyone gunna post?

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but but but magnum doesn't have Mantis :(

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pft rope doll? Mantis might be a better fit to do something but he is currently engaged so

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Submitted a new character.

I think you're going to strangle the dragon to death with the rope doll.

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I've developed an interesting (or just stupid) idea to incapacitate (maybe even defeat) Heliotheris and really piss him off. It involves one of the dolls Magnum saved. Go ahead and try to guess what I'm thinking. You'll never get it right. Mehehehehehehehehehe!

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Yep I read them. :)