Introduction
These are troubled times friend... The Elves of the north prepare for warfare as we speak. The Dwarves of the Ankhor Mountains forge their devastating maces. The Humans rally their troops for slaughter. We once lived in peace, we Elves, Humans and Dwarves. Alas, this peace and prosperity was not to survive. After the death of the Elven King Aeleaus, the races began to bicker about whom should rule over lush Celandine. The Humans argued that the elves had been in power too long, and this was not equal, while the Dwarves condescended on the Humans saying there short lifespans had made them foolish, and that they should be the ones in power. The Elves equally disliked both of these ideas. The Humans do not live long enough to rule a kingdom, and the Dwarves are too gruff! We Elves have been in power for thousands of years they reasoned. Thus, a power struggle for rule over Celandine began to develop. As skirmishes turned into battles, and battles into wars, the Elves withdrew themselves into the Silverwood Forests of Northern Celandine. The Dwarves receded into their ancestral homes inside the Ankhor Mountains. The Humans have fled to their city of Erandor, and with the lurking presence of the neighboring country of Teran this conflict must be resolved quickly. Whose side will you choose?
(Need more Humans and Dwarves.)
Step 1: Choose your race
Elves: Elves are by most standards the aristocracy of Celandine. They have built spectacular cities in the Silverwood Forests. Elves usually have lifespans of 500-800 years. Due to this prolonged lifespan the Elven race has created some of the finest philosphers, poets, and musicians ever seen in Celandine. Elves are virtually immortal, though they can still be slain by wounds of the flesh. However this prolonged lifespan also decreases the Elve's need to reproduce as rapidly as humans and dwarves do. An Elven woman may have only one or two children in her whole life. Children are often revered due to this rarity, and also because the Elves consider them to be the future of their race. Elves are often called the Fair Folk, they practice ancient magic that can be used to alter the looks of one's self to better fit their personality. The Elven Pariah (Pariah means abilities with magic) is far more advanced than that of the human and dwarves. Elves are superb archers, they say a 20 year old elf (Which is quite young for an elf) can shoot the wing of a fly a hundred yards away. They are an intellectual people who are very proud of their rich heritage.
Dwarves: Dwarves are what some people would call the backbone of Celandine. They are a hardy people who are fierce warriors and proud politicians. They have an average lifespan of 200-400 years. Unlike their Elven cousins dwarves reproduce almost as quickly as humans do. With this manpower they have erected some of the most breath taking monuments in all of Celandine. They live in large subterranean cities that are made with the finest craftsmanship and stone working ever seen in the history of the Celandine. Dwarves are capable of magic, though it is not very mainstream in Dwarven society. Dwarven weapons and armor are of the finest make in Celandine. Many people say that a Dwarven blacksmith at work could bring tears to the eyes of even the most iron man. Dwarves are fierce, amazing warriors. As the common Dwarf saying goes "I may be short, but its only so I may chop up your manhood."
Humans: Humans are the most numerous race in all of Celandine. They are a humble race, but one through supreme numbers, hard work, and dedication have come to be respected by Elves and Dwarves alike. Long ago Elves and Dwarves kept the humans as slaves but not since the Connous Rebellion. The Elven City of Connous was destroyed as Human slaves broke free of the chains that once impaired them. After most Elves had fled or been slaughtered the Humans built their grand city of Erandor in its place as a monument to the plight they had to overcome to gain their freedom. After a few more battles the three races decided to sign the Erandor Concordat. The Elven Queen Dalisina, and The Dwarven King Nargen had therefore sworn that Humans would never be enslaved by them or their predecessors ever again. Humans have an average lifespan of 60-110 years. Humans can be slain by illness and disease more easily than the other races. They reproduce very quickly though. A Human woman may have up to 12 children by her 50th year. Humans relied upon this evolutionary advantage to gain respect through sheer numbers. They have proved invaluable as light infantry, and exceptional archers.
Step 2: Character Skelly
Name:
Race:
Appearance:
Picture:
Age: (For Elves Young is anywhere under 300 years. Middle age is 300-600 years, and Old age is 600-800 years. For dwarves young is anywhere under 150 years, middle age is 150-300 years and old age is 300+)
Personality: (A paragraph at least! Please!)
Rank: (Peasant, Army Commander, Commoner, Nobility, King or Queen?)
Weapons: (Don't try to be a god or something)
Magic: (Not mandatory, If chosen though make sure that you aren't a magic user who wears heavy armor and biggo claymores. I wont allow it)
Opinion on the war:
History/Bio: (Make it interesting!;) )
(Need more Humans and Dwarves.)
Step 1: Choose your race
Elves: Elves are by most standards the aristocracy of Celandine. They have built spectacular cities in the Silverwood Forests. Elves usually have lifespans of 500-800 years. Due to this prolonged lifespan the Elven race has created some of the finest philosphers, poets, and musicians ever seen in Celandine. Elves are virtually immortal, though they can still be slain by wounds of the flesh. However this prolonged lifespan also decreases the Elve's need to reproduce as rapidly as humans and dwarves do. An Elven woman may have only one or two children in her whole life. Children are often revered due to this rarity, and also because the Elves consider them to be the future of their race. Elves are often called the Fair Folk, they practice ancient magic that can be used to alter the looks of one's self to better fit their personality. The Elven Pariah (Pariah means abilities with magic) is far more advanced than that of the human and dwarves. Elves are superb archers, they say a 20 year old elf (Which is quite young for an elf) can shoot the wing of a fly a hundred yards away. They are an intellectual people who are very proud of their rich heritage.
Dwarves: Dwarves are what some people would call the backbone of Celandine. They are a hardy people who are fierce warriors and proud politicians. They have an average lifespan of 200-400 years. Unlike their Elven cousins dwarves reproduce almost as quickly as humans do. With this manpower they have erected some of the most breath taking monuments in all of Celandine. They live in large subterranean cities that are made with the finest craftsmanship and stone working ever seen in the history of the Celandine. Dwarves are capable of magic, though it is not very mainstream in Dwarven society. Dwarven weapons and armor are of the finest make in Celandine. Many people say that a Dwarven blacksmith at work could bring tears to the eyes of even the most iron man. Dwarves are fierce, amazing warriors. As the common Dwarf saying goes "I may be short, but its only so I may chop up your manhood."
Humans: Humans are the most numerous race in all of Celandine. They are a humble race, but one through supreme numbers, hard work, and dedication have come to be respected by Elves and Dwarves alike. Long ago Elves and Dwarves kept the humans as slaves but not since the Connous Rebellion. The Elven City of Connous was destroyed as Human slaves broke free of the chains that once impaired them. After most Elves had fled or been slaughtered the Humans built their grand city of Erandor in its place as a monument to the plight they had to overcome to gain their freedom. After a few more battles the three races decided to sign the Erandor Concordat. The Elven Queen Dalisina, and The Dwarven King Nargen had therefore sworn that Humans would never be enslaved by them or their predecessors ever again. Humans have an average lifespan of 60-110 years. Humans can be slain by illness and disease more easily than the other races. They reproduce very quickly though. A Human woman may have up to 12 children by her 50th year. Humans relied upon this evolutionary advantage to gain respect through sheer numbers. They have proved invaluable as light infantry, and exceptional archers.
Step 2: Character Skelly
Name:
Race:
Appearance:
Picture:
Age: (For Elves Young is anywhere under 300 years. Middle age is 300-600 years, and Old age is 600-800 years. For dwarves young is anywhere under 150 years, middle age is 150-300 years and old age is 300+)
Personality: (A paragraph at least! Please!)
Rank: (Peasant, Army Commander, Commoner, Nobility, King or Queen?)
Weapons: (Don't try to be a god or something)
Magic: (Not mandatory, If chosen though make sure that you aren't a magic user who wears heavy armor and biggo claymores. I wont allow it)
Opinion on the war:
History/Bio: (Make it interesting!;) )
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 14 authors
when Keaghan and the men that accompanied him finally saw the elves emerge from the tunnel the men shifted their weight forward in unison prepared to charge but were halted by Keaghan's outstretched arm, too many had died already so he was determined to deal with this himself and leave the rest out of it, they managed to drive out most of the elves that weren't already dead with his help. Now it was time to end it. He stepped forward but did not draw his mighty sword, even though he was filled with more anger and hatred than he'd ever experienced in his relatively short life he kept a cool head, this level of restraint is what made him the lethal commander that he was.
Frankly he was shocked to see Arlathina emerge from the tunnels with the others, one of his men pointed out which ones were captives and that left her as one of the elves who spearheaded this attack on Erandor to rescue those elf " You " he said, just that one word oozed bitterness and hatred " You and your pitiful companions have caused SO many lives to be wasted here today , not only human but your Elves as well, so many have died. You would sacrificed their lives, simply to save the lives of a few who were captured? Are you truly that same woman I saw weep on the battlefield for your fellow fallen elves in front of an enemy? " he asked, though his disgust was for them all it was particularly targeted at Arlathina, there was no way her conscience could be clear or any of theirs for that matter, in the face of the devastation they have caused. He spread his arms to the ruined Erandor and told them " Look! Look at what you have done for their rescue " he shouted to them, what they would see is a town in shambles, littered with the corpses of elves and humans. The grass had already begun to die from the amount of blood soaking into the ground.
" It is said that we are the foolish barbarian race, that the elves are the wisest because of lives that stretched into the centuries but you have proven here, on this day, that you elves are the monsters that plague Celandine. I promise you this, i will not be laying down my sword this time, you will pay for the blood you have spilled here today, not even that will be enough " at that he stepped to the side to give a clear veiw of the men behind him, and from within their ranks one stepped out holding the lifeless body of a young boy no older than five, riddled with elven arrows " For this, Elves, your forest will burn to dust " He said, looking at Yuhra as he reached behind him and pulled the massive sword up and over his shoulder, in response the men readied their swords for attack. He waited though, waited to see if the ones who were rescued hearts were numb to the death that has come just for for their lives alone. Even with his helm blocking his face from view, it would be all too clear who he was looking at when he said certain things.
Frankly he was shocked to see Arlathina emerge from the tunnels with the others, one of his men pointed out which ones were captives and that left her as one of the elves who spearheaded this attack on Erandor to rescue those elf " You " he said, just that one word oozed bitterness and hatred " You and your pitiful companions have caused SO many lives to be wasted here today , not only human but your Elves as well, so many have died. You would sacrificed their lives, simply to save the lives of a few who were captured? Are you truly that same woman I saw weep on the battlefield for your fellow fallen elves in front of an enemy? " he asked, though his disgust was for them all it was particularly targeted at Arlathina, there was no way her conscience could be clear or any of theirs for that matter, in the face of the devastation they have caused. He spread his arms to the ruined Erandor and told them " Look! Look at what you have done for their rescue " he shouted to them, what they would see is a town in shambles, littered with the corpses of elves and humans. The grass had already begun to die from the amount of blood soaking into the ground.
" It is said that we are the foolish barbarian race, that the elves are the wisest because of lives that stretched into the centuries but you have proven here, on this day, that you elves are the monsters that plague Celandine. I promise you this, i will not be laying down my sword this time, you will pay for the blood you have spilled here today, not even that will be enough " at that he stepped to the side to give a clear veiw of the men behind him, and from within their ranks one stepped out holding the lifeless body of a young boy no older than five, riddled with elven arrows " For this, Elves, your forest will burn to dust " He said, looking at Yuhra as he reached behind him and pulled the massive sword up and over his shoulder, in response the men readied their swords for attack. He waited though, waited to see if the ones who were rescued hearts were numb to the death that has come just for for their lives alone. Even with his helm blocking his face from view, it would be all too clear who he was looking at when he said certain things.
I gazed at the Commander with a somber expression. "Warfare is a vile thing. It tears away the lives of those we love, and it is not something I would ordain. Though you have the audacity to consider the blame fully ours? Have there not been countless massacres on the Elves launched by Humans? You are arrogant if you consider your hands pure in this matter." I stared out into the fields of corpses, seeing familiar faces here and there. "My heart weeps for my brethren, and shall forever weep until my everlasting life no longer lasts. Though now is not the time to weep, now is the time that we must take action to protect what we cherish most, Commander! If you engage us I want you to know that your chances of coming out alive are slim. I am no common Elven soldier that will be slain easily. Nor is Yuhra, or Endrid." I gave Keaghan a determined look to illustrate that this time I would not step down.
I tried to avoid the sight of the young boy, but I still felt bile rise in my throat. The boy must have been no older than five, his dark brown hair matted with blood and dirt. "Ar'aa lle fea esta yassen lle Edan Seldarine hin." And may your spirit rest with your Human God child. I adressed towards the poor boy.
I tried to avoid the sight of the young boy, but I still felt bile rise in my throat. The boy must have been no older than five, his dark brown hair matted with blood and dirt. "Ar'aa lle fea esta yassen lle Edan Seldarine hin." And may your spirit rest with your Human God child. I adressed towards the poor boy.
" Very Well " he said as he brought the great sword from his shoulders and with both hands held it erect towards the sky, the text written in a language he doubted even the elves would be able to translate began to show themselves in sections of his armor and across his sword with golden light. He would deny the other a chance to speak, he was not so sure his chances were as slim as they believed so long as he remained the only mortal man able to wield this sword, with it he felt as though he could crush anything and anyone who stood before him. " no hands are clean, but I have killed to protect the greater, you have led your allies to death for the few! " he shouted over the thunderous sound his sword was creating, without much left to loose he was releasing as much of the swords power as he could in a short amount of time, to do so in full would take more time than he had. He brought the sword down and held it out to the right of him horizontally, he took a step forward to brace his body as he swung the massive great sword, as he did so a blast of an unseen energy tore through air towards them, Arlathina would find the technique familiar except this time the air from it as it approached would be scorching, the heat would be the only indication that they were in danger of an unseen attack. This time it was attack meant to scorch his enemies, instead of mutilate.
When he referred to their forest burning to ash, it was by means of his own sword that he meant to accomplish this, rather than literally setting fire to the forest as something like that would effect them all quite negatively. Weather they manadged to dodge in time or not the space between and him and them and beyond that would have a barren ground now, as if there had been no life in the soil for years.
When he referred to their forest burning to ash, it was by means of his own sword that he meant to accomplish this, rather than literally setting fire to the forest as something like that would effect them all quite negatively. Weather they manadged to dodge in time or not the space between and him and them and beyond that would have a barren ground now, as if there had been no life in the soil for years.
As the blast of energy approached us I felt a wave of warmth wash over my skin, growing in power until it was an uncomfortable burning. "Khelek Tinechor!" Endrid declared, and as she finished the last sylable a glittering wall of water faded into existence before our eyes. As the two elemental forces collided an eruption of steam came forth. Hissing filled the air, and soon it looked as if a great cloud of fog had rolled in to envelope us.
Taking advantage of the Human's limited range of perception, I disappeared into the cloud of inky white mist. Wrapped in the layers of vapor I was a ghost, hard to spot, and even harder to fight. A soldier stumbled blindly into my path as I nocked an arrow. Moments later the soldier fell to the ground convulsing, an Elvish arrow buried deep in his spine.
"Sullav! Na taa Eldiri!" I heard Endrid's voice ring out across the field, echoing in the distance. A great wind rose up, howling as it wiped away the fog as if it were but a mere pest. As I looked in the direction of Endrid's voice I saw that she was occupied killing soldiers, as was Yuhra. Though standing ten feet in front of me was Keaghan, mighty sword hefted in an offensive position. I looked at him warily, and pointed a sharp arrow towards him.
Taking advantage of the Human's limited range of perception, I disappeared into the cloud of inky white mist. Wrapped in the layers of vapor I was a ghost, hard to spot, and even harder to fight. A soldier stumbled blindly into my path as I nocked an arrow. Moments later the soldier fell to the ground convulsing, an Elvish arrow buried deep in his spine.
"Sullav! Na taa Eldiri!" I heard Endrid's voice ring out across the field, echoing in the distance. A great wind rose up, howling as it wiped away the fog as if it were but a mere pest. As I looked in the direction of Endrid's voice I saw that she was occupied killing soldiers, as was Yuhra. Though standing ten feet in front of me was Keaghan, mighty sword hefted in an offensive position. I looked at him warily, and pointed a sharp arrow towards him.
He had to admire her quick thinking, not many would have thought to use water still since it was hot air rather than an actual flame. As the mist created from the two naturally opposite elements colliding and cancelling each other out filled the open air Keaghan simple closed his eyes and focused, he knew he would not be able to see her well in the mist so he would rely on his hearing instead. He heard clearly the sound of an arrow being fired and a body dropping to the ground which he could only assume was one of his men, he was preparing to counter if an another arrow were to be fired his way but that arrow never came "Sullav! Na taa Eldiri!" shouted one of the elves and a great gust of wind swept over them and the fog was blown away.
Once he was sure enough of the fog had been blown away he opened his eyes to find that Arlathina was no more than ten feet in front of him, ready to fire another arrow, he turned the sword towards the ground instead, plunging it into the ground and started running straight for her. He hopped being charged at so suddenly instead of trying to strike her down with his sword would throw her off a bit, just in enough time to spear her to the ground, if she didn't dodge or stop the charge in time she would certainly be incampasitated by his heavily armored shoulder being driven into her gut.
Once he was sure enough of the fog had been blown away he opened his eyes to find that Arlathina was no more than ten feet in front of him, ready to fire another arrow, he turned the sword towards the ground instead, plunging it into the ground and started running straight for her. He hopped being charged at so suddenly instead of trying to strike her down with his sword would throw her off a bit, just in enough time to spear her to the ground, if she didn't dodge or stop the charge in time she would certainly be incampasitated by his heavily armored shoulder being driven into her gut.
As Keaghan spotted me he abandoned his sword and charged at me, muscles in his neck bulging as adrenaline pumped through his bloodstream. The gap between us began to shrink, and I knew it would be futile to try to impale him with an arrow. Instead, I raised my arms in an attempt to fend off the imminent impact. Nothing could have prepared me for what happend next.
Boom!
I was thrown to the ground, but not by Keaghan's metal covered shoulder. I frantically whipped my head towards the sky, and directly above us, perched on the top of a building, was an ominous black dragon. I scrambled towards Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil, my feet slipping on fragments of what had once been a roof. I hadn't seen the other Handmaidens since the intial charge into Erandor, and I began to worry.
"A dragon!" I shrieked as I pointed at the winged lizard. These must be dark times indeed. . . I thought to myself.
Boom!
I was thrown to the ground, but not by Keaghan's metal covered shoulder. I frantically whipped my head towards the sky, and directly above us, perched on the top of a building, was an ominous black dragon. I scrambled towards Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil, my feet slipping on fragments of what had once been a roof. I hadn't seen the other Handmaidens since the intial charge into Erandor, and I began to worry.
"A dragon!" I shrieked as I pointed at the winged lizard. These must be dark times indeed. . . I thought to myself.
As Keaghan spotted me he abandoned his sword and charged at me, muscles in his neck bulging as adrenaline pumped through his bloodstream. The gap between us began to shrink, and I knew it would be futile to try to impale him with an arrow. Instead, I raised my arms in an attempt to fend off the imminent impact. Nothing could have prepared me for what happend next.
Boom!
I was thrown to the ground, but not by Keaghan's metal covered shoulder. I frantically whipped my head towards the sky, and directly above us, perched on the top of a building, was an ominous black dragon. I scrambled towards Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil, my feet slipping on fragments of what had once been a roof. I hadn't seen the other Handmaidens since the intial charge into Erandor, and I began to worry.
"A dragon!" I shrieked as I pointed at the winged lizard. These must be dark times indeed. . . I thought to myself.
Boom!
I was thrown to the ground, but not by Keaghan's metal covered shoulder. I frantically whipped my head towards the sky, and directly above us, perched on the top of a building, was an ominous black dragon. I scrambled towards Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil, my feet slipping on fragments of what had once been a roof. I hadn't seen the other Handmaidens since the intial charge into Erandor, and I began to worry.
"A dragon!" I shrieked as I pointed at the winged lizard. These must be dark times indeed. . . I thought to myself.
Keaghan stopped in his tracks, sliding forward a bit as he tried his best to slow his momentum as a thunderous noise rang in his ears causing his teeth to chatter and the ground to shake, he looked up as Arlathina fell to the ground and shout "A dragon!" and sure enough there it was, a fearsome black colossus reptile. In that moment his thoughts contradicted his own mind, they were telling every fiber of his being that what his eyes were perceiving couldn't be real, yet there it was ominous and powerful, a creature of legend among humans. He was snapped out of his moment of disbelief as the dragon looked down on them all, opened its mighty jaws and let out a deafening roar that nearly shook him to the ground, he turned and ran back to his sword with a high pitched ringing in his ear that made the rest of the world seem to go silent.
He reached his sword and unsheathed it from the earth and hefted it into the air and brought it down in an arching swing, a wave of unseen power flew right towards the dragon but when it his it did little more than chip the beast's scales, he wasn't prepared to be taking on something so powerful therefore he could not accurately gauge how much power it would take to wound it nor did he have the time to prepare himself, the beast responded by parting it's jaw once more sending a stream of fire his way. Lava dripped from it's mouth as it did so. Keaghan quickly knelt down one one knee and held his sword out in front of him, it would begin to hum and the fire would strike it but bend around his body as if he was being protected by a shell. When the stream of fire finally seized the ground around him was scorched and on fire, he breathed heavily and remained in that position, even though the origin of the power that protected him came from the sword it drained his stamina significantly to do so.
He could see Arlathina not to far from him scrambling to get to her companions, unfortunately so did the dragon as it reared it's horrendous head back and prepared to send a stream of fire their way instead, in the back of his mind he thought of taking pleasure in watching them burn but he dismissed the thoughts quickly, he witnessed Arlathina's magic counter act his attack but he doubted in her tired state she could handle those intense flames, he lifted his blade level with him horizontally, took a couple steps forward to build momentum and threw it like a spear so it would land stuck into the ground between them and the dragon. As tired as he was he wouldn't be able to stay on his feet after throwing it and would tumbled to the ground on all fours, even out of his hands he could will the sword to defend them the same way it did him which would drain him further. They would have to escape the beast, after a full day of battle they would not be able to stand against the beast.
He reached his sword and unsheathed it from the earth and hefted it into the air and brought it down in an arching swing, a wave of unseen power flew right towards the dragon but when it his it did little more than chip the beast's scales, he wasn't prepared to be taking on something so powerful therefore he could not accurately gauge how much power it would take to wound it nor did he have the time to prepare himself, the beast responded by parting it's jaw once more sending a stream of fire his way. Lava dripped from it's mouth as it did so. Keaghan quickly knelt down one one knee and held his sword out in front of him, it would begin to hum and the fire would strike it but bend around his body as if he was being protected by a shell. When the stream of fire finally seized the ground around him was scorched and on fire, he breathed heavily and remained in that position, even though the origin of the power that protected him came from the sword it drained his stamina significantly to do so.
He could see Arlathina not to far from him scrambling to get to her companions, unfortunately so did the dragon as it reared it's horrendous head back and prepared to send a stream of fire their way instead, in the back of his mind he thought of taking pleasure in watching them burn but he dismissed the thoughts quickly, he witnessed Arlathina's magic counter act his attack but he doubted in her tired state she could handle those intense flames, he lifted his blade level with him horizontally, took a couple steps forward to build momentum and threw it like a spear so it would land stuck into the ground between them and the dragon. As tired as he was he wouldn't be able to stay on his feet after throwing it and would tumbled to the ground on all fours, even out of his hands he could will the sword to defend them the same way it did him which would drain him further. They would have to escape the beast, after a full day of battle they would not be able to stand against the beast.
As I reached my companions, tiredly I nocked an arrow and shot it in the direction of the dragon. I hadn't even took the time to aim due to the fact that the dragon took up half the sky, the arrow was bound to hit the reptilian menace. The arrow soared through the air, humming like an angry wasp, but did little more than chip the scales on the shoulder of the beast.
The dragon then turned its massive ebony skull, and glared down upon my companions and I with an annoyed expression. It then jammed open its maw and shot a gout of flames in our direction. I bunched up the muscles in my leg, ready to dodge the blazing stream of fire. Though before I could launch myself from the ground Keaghan's sword embedded itself in the bedrock in front of me.
As the fire impacted the sword it curved around the huge blade, as if protected by our enchantment, and in turn protecting us. I was truly grateful to Keaghan. I would have been able to dodge the flames, but I wasn't so sure if Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil could do the same. They all lacked the agility that I had trained myself in from traveling through the treetops in the Silverwood Forests.
Then came the question, should I leave Keaghan to his fate, or should I stay and defend him while risking the life of my sister Handmaiden, and my love. I heard the words of the ancient language seep from Endrid's fair mouth, and watched as she shot a current of blue flames towards the dragon. Fire was Endrid's forte, so I suspected that maybe she could defeat the dragon with his own element. Though it was useless, Endrid breathed the flame until the dragon's scales glowed bright orange, like a sword recently removed from the forge, but all the dragon did was stare down at Endrid mockingly.
His glowing scales didn't even seem to bother him in the least, and when Endrid finally gave up he turned his attention back to Keaghan, as if we weren't even worth his time.
The dragon then turned its massive ebony skull, and glared down upon my companions and I with an annoyed expression. It then jammed open its maw and shot a gout of flames in our direction. I bunched up the muscles in my leg, ready to dodge the blazing stream of fire. Though before I could launch myself from the ground Keaghan's sword embedded itself in the bedrock in front of me.
As the fire impacted the sword it curved around the huge blade, as if protected by our enchantment, and in turn protecting us. I was truly grateful to Keaghan. I would have been able to dodge the flames, but I wasn't so sure if Yuhra, Endrid, and Ovordil could do the same. They all lacked the agility that I had trained myself in from traveling through the treetops in the Silverwood Forests.
Then came the question, should I leave Keaghan to his fate, or should I stay and defend him while risking the life of my sister Handmaiden, and my love. I heard the words of the ancient language seep from Endrid's fair mouth, and watched as she shot a current of blue flames towards the dragon. Fire was Endrid's forte, so I suspected that maybe she could defeat the dragon with his own element. Though it was useless, Endrid breathed the flame until the dragon's scales glowed bright orange, like a sword recently removed from the forge, but all the dragon did was stare down at Endrid mockingly.
His glowing scales didn't even seem to bother him in the least, and when Endrid finally gave up he turned his attention back to Keaghan, as if we weren't even worth his time.
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Azure gripped the hilt of sword tighter still, the catalyst for a metamorphoses in the blade's design. The blade transformed into a long, slender curved the made the other blade seem bulky, if not unwieldly. The blade would spell death and dismemberment as it resonated in sync with his soul--or what was left of it. Azure took several steps forwards, towards the fighting and the violence. His visor illuminating with twin cerulean orbs glowing. As his speed began to increase, the blade began to hum as it cut the air in twain leaving behind it, a trace of where it had been. Azure brought the blade to bear on an elf, cutting him from hip to shoulder as the simple creature made attempt on his life.
The elf fell to its knees, fall into halves as Azure maintained his fast paced movements. Two more attempted to seize him where one could not. Both delivered downward strokes of their swords. Azure, in a blur of motion, had caught the wrist of the initiator and brought the elves sword down against its kin before impaling the creature had subjugated. Twisting the blade without an empathy, he tore it wards splitting the elf in half. Gore and splintering bone erupted in a cacophony as the blade cleaved through the living tissue. It had become all to easy for him.
The wraith moved forwards unflinching as several more elves left their human foes to attack him. One by one, they were carved apart. Sundered flesh from bone until only their carcasses lie upon the ground. The sheer violence Azure exhibited began to disturb and dismay the elven forces, he was like a demon. A creature more vile than the elves thought of the humans themselves. Even the the humans began to wonder if they should begin to attack him. In a whirlwind of flashing metal, several more elves fell to his blade. His sword emanated with a strong odor of blood and death. Azure's very being began to ripple, writhing as the shadows from the synergistic necromancy anchoring his soul to this plane of existence began to frighteningly reach outwards.
Hunched over, in the middle of the street, he stood. The elves easing back slowly, like trying to back away from a wild animal. Fear drenched their eyes. They had seen twenty or more of their men butchered like swine by this 'man'. His weapon having changed several times with his fluid movements. Now his sword looked like a segmented whip in the fashion of a sword. The long tendril coiled like a snake about his legs and feet. The bloodbath he had created, evidenced by all. Blood and muscle lying in bits and pieces around him, while fingers, toes, arms and legs...they lie everywhere else. There was something definitely unnatural about him. Even to those not of magic induced nature, could feel the carnage deep in his soul. He was a spirit driven by revenge, but for what remained a mystery to them even he hardly remembered.
The elves continued to back away from the killing frenzy. The fighting having stopped with the sound of a loud 'crack'. It was when his sword had taken on the form of a whip-like creation with bladed segments, cleaved through several elves did they start to take notice. The apparition stood there, dauntingly to the elves, giving them no choice but to back down. Azure's sword took its broadsword appearance, his hand twirled the sword before sheathing it along his back. Many of the humans took notice of the swords properties, and fell in line with the idea of it belonging to an old legendary soldier...
The elf fell to its knees, fall into halves as Azure maintained his fast paced movements. Two more attempted to seize him where one could not. Both delivered downward strokes of their swords. Azure, in a blur of motion, had caught the wrist of the initiator and brought the elves sword down against its kin before impaling the creature had subjugated. Twisting the blade without an empathy, he tore it wards splitting the elf in half. Gore and splintering bone erupted in a cacophony as the blade cleaved through the living tissue. It had become all to easy for him.
The wraith moved forwards unflinching as several more elves left their human foes to attack him. One by one, they were carved apart. Sundered flesh from bone until only their carcasses lie upon the ground. The sheer violence Azure exhibited began to disturb and dismay the elven forces, he was like a demon. A creature more vile than the elves thought of the humans themselves. Even the the humans began to wonder if they should begin to attack him. In a whirlwind of flashing metal, several more elves fell to his blade. His sword emanated with a strong odor of blood and death. Azure's very being began to ripple, writhing as the shadows from the synergistic necromancy anchoring his soul to this plane of existence began to frighteningly reach outwards.
Hunched over, in the middle of the street, he stood. The elves easing back slowly, like trying to back away from a wild animal. Fear drenched their eyes. They had seen twenty or more of their men butchered like swine by this 'man'. His weapon having changed several times with his fluid movements. Now his sword looked like a segmented whip in the fashion of a sword. The long tendril coiled like a snake about his legs and feet. The bloodbath he had created, evidenced by all. Blood and muscle lying in bits and pieces around him, while fingers, toes, arms and legs...they lie everywhere else. There was something definitely unnatural about him. Even to those not of magic induced nature, could feel the carnage deep in his soul. He was a spirit driven by revenge, but for what remained a mystery to them even he hardly remembered.
The elves continued to back away from the killing frenzy. The fighting having stopped with the sound of a loud 'crack'. It was when his sword had taken on the form of a whip-like creation with bladed segments, cleaved through several elves did they start to take notice. The apparition stood there, dauntingly to the elves, giving them no choice but to back down. Azure's sword took its broadsword appearance, his hand twirled the sword before sheathing it along his back. Many of the humans took notice of the swords properties, and fell in line with the idea of it belonging to an old legendary soldier...
The humans are preparing their troops very wellHunter thought. Hunter was casually sitting in a tavern, watching the troops movement though the city, Erandor.
'So, is it a deal, assassin?'
Hunter just relized that he was talking to somebody, and nodded his head.
'Good,' the man sitting across from him said, 'I want them dead in a week.' and with that, the man left.
Hunter decided it was time to go, so he left the tavern and made his way out of the city. No one approached him, and yet, he hid his ears. Humans in this part of the city get paid a large price if they behead an elf and bring it to the guards. Hunter hurried his pace and left the city without a trace. It was going to be a long journey, but he had to be there in a week. Luckily, he bought a horse from the local horse trader. He sprang up, then landed silently on his horse. He gave it a kick, and it reered off.
Hunter had to keep alert, as the forest was a dangerous place, even for a roaming warrior. Rumors say that the trees could use it's roots, snatch an unaware creature, and suffocate the victim down under the ground. Though Hunter wasn't worried, because he knew the rumor was true, yet the trees didn't attack him. The trees sensed his blood as an elf, and let him pass. Hunter was glad that he was an elf. Though when he thought about this, something rustled in the bushes. Hunter unsheathed his daggers, then waited. Must just be the wind. Hopefully it's not a- Something jumped out and dashed for him. Yet, just as fast, Hunter sprang off his horse and dived towards the attacker. Unexpectedly, he was pinned down with a dart from the side. Oh, not the stabilizer darts. The attacker walked up to him, then whispered silently, 'Goodnight, my friend.' and with that, Hunter lost conscience...
'So, is it a deal, assassin?'
Hunter just relized that he was talking to somebody, and nodded his head.
'Good,' the man sitting across from him said, 'I want them dead in a week.' and with that, the man left.
Hunter decided it was time to go, so he left the tavern and made his way out of the city. No one approached him, and yet, he hid his ears. Humans in this part of the city get paid a large price if they behead an elf and bring it to the guards. Hunter hurried his pace and left the city without a trace. It was going to be a long journey, but he had to be there in a week. Luckily, he bought a horse from the local horse trader. He sprang up, then landed silently on his horse. He gave it a kick, and it reered off.
Hunter had to keep alert, as the forest was a dangerous place, even for a roaming warrior. Rumors say that the trees could use it's roots, snatch an unaware creature, and suffocate the victim down under the ground. Though Hunter wasn't worried, because he knew the rumor was true, yet the trees didn't attack him. The trees sensed his blood as an elf, and let him pass. Hunter was glad that he was an elf. Though when he thought about this, something rustled in the bushes. Hunter unsheathed his daggers, then waited. Must just be the wind. Hopefully it's not a- Something jumped out and dashed for him. Yet, just as fast, Hunter sprang off his horse and dived towards the attacker. Unexpectedly, he was pinned down with a dart from the side. Oh, not the stabilizer darts. The attacker walked up to him, then whispered silently, 'Goodnight, my friend.' and with that, Hunter lost conscience...
Those who have left our arms.
Björn Ironhammer
Björn Ironhammer died in battle, as any honorable Dwarf should. His funeral is one that the bards will song of for ages to come, filled with many a song and drink. His death occured on 3E 7C 78Y June 16. Rest in peace, Mighty Warrior.
Daedron of The Hollow
Not much is known of Daedron's death, he disappeared from the history books directly after the war began. Rest in peace, Mouse.
Drake Ravenseeker
Drake was another one of the Humans that went incognito after the war began, most likely fleeing to the Forests after the siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Mouse.
Lafarin Dalisia
Much mourning and sorrow was accompanied with the death of Lafarin Dalisia, on account of the Elven people. He is buried at the site of The Battle of Deep Wood, where he met his end. A lone oak standing amidst a field of bright flowers is all that remains of him. His sister Queen Arlathina, has declared it an official sacred territory of the Elves. It is attended to by the Queen's Druids, and can be visited by anyone to pay their respects. Rest in peace, Silenced Brother.
Keaghan The Corrupted Knight
Keaghan was a brave knight, one of the finest the Humans had to offer. Alas, he was corrupted by the dark magic that plagued Celandine. His demise was brought about after the union of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves. The bards still sing songs of his woeful story today. Rest in peace, Just Knight.
Aneska Ravenwood
Aneska Ravenwood was slain in battle, by Sylvia Dawnstriker The Redeemer. She was a great necromancer who aided the Humans in their hour of need. Rest in peace, Silenced Sister.
Yuhra Quartam Gladio
Yuhra was brought to an end by her father, and as such she brought to end him. After a magnificent battle, with her will to live diminished, Yuhra pressed herself onto the blade of her father, Azure. And in her last moments thrust her blade through him. They died together, locked in a warm embrace. Queen Arlathina witnessed this event. It is said that on moonlit nights the spirits of Yuhra and her father can be seen frollicking among the trees, laughing and playing together as a father and daughter should. Rest in peace, Forbidden Daughter, and Forbidden Lover.
Galdra Orarira
Galdra Orarira met her end with the uprising of the Ekalon, which was quickly subdued by the Elven Military. When Galdra died the rest of the order was effectively dissolved. Rest in peace, Night Mother.
Amond Seleem
Amond Seleem died of poor nutrition while in the custody of the Elves. Rest in peace, Vengeful Soul.
Onsel Saexren
Onsel met her end at The Siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Determined Commander.
Sylvia Dawnstriker
Sylvia was returned to the oaks, as were the rest of her people, and they had been missed for almost a thousand years. Rest in peace, Redeemer.
Azure
Azure was brought to an end by his daughter, Yuhra. Rest in peace, Forbidden Father, and Wandering Soul.
Queen Arlathina Dalisia
Queen Arlathina Dalisia died after a sucessful and prosperous rule of 600 years. At the time of her death she said these words, "In my life I have witnessed things that we Elves will never understand. Nor the Humans or Dwarves. We are all brethren in the depths of the forest. I can hear my mother's sweet singing. Rest in peace, Silent Mother."
Björn Ironhammer
Björn Ironhammer died in battle, as any honorable Dwarf should. His funeral is one that the bards will song of for ages to come, filled with many a song and drink. His death occured on 3E 7C 78Y June 16. Rest in peace, Mighty Warrior.
Daedron of The Hollow
Not much is known of Daedron's death, he disappeared from the history books directly after the war began. Rest in peace, Mouse.
Drake Ravenseeker
Drake was another one of the Humans that went incognito after the war began, most likely fleeing to the Forests after the siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Mouse.
Lafarin Dalisia
Much mourning and sorrow was accompanied with the death of Lafarin Dalisia, on account of the Elven people. He is buried at the site of The Battle of Deep Wood, where he met his end. A lone oak standing amidst a field of bright flowers is all that remains of him. His sister Queen Arlathina, has declared it an official sacred territory of the Elves. It is attended to by the Queen's Druids, and can be visited by anyone to pay their respects. Rest in peace, Silenced Brother.
Keaghan The Corrupted Knight
Keaghan was a brave knight, one of the finest the Humans had to offer. Alas, he was corrupted by the dark magic that plagued Celandine. His demise was brought about after the union of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves. The bards still sing songs of his woeful story today. Rest in peace, Just Knight.
Aneska Ravenwood
Aneska Ravenwood was slain in battle, by Sylvia Dawnstriker The Redeemer. She was a great necromancer who aided the Humans in their hour of need. Rest in peace, Silenced Sister.
Yuhra Quartam Gladio
Yuhra was brought to an end by her father, and as such she brought to end him. After a magnificent battle, with her will to live diminished, Yuhra pressed herself onto the blade of her father, Azure. And in her last moments thrust her blade through him. They died together, locked in a warm embrace. Queen Arlathina witnessed this event. It is said that on moonlit nights the spirits of Yuhra and her father can be seen frollicking among the trees, laughing and playing together as a father and daughter should. Rest in peace, Forbidden Daughter, and Forbidden Lover.
Galdra Orarira
Galdra Orarira met her end with the uprising of the Ekalon, which was quickly subdued by the Elven Military. When Galdra died the rest of the order was effectively dissolved. Rest in peace, Night Mother.
Amond Seleem
Amond Seleem died of poor nutrition while in the custody of the Elves. Rest in peace, Vengeful Soul.
Onsel Saexren
Onsel met her end at The Siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Determined Commander.
Sylvia Dawnstriker
Sylvia was returned to the oaks, as were the rest of her people, and they had been missed for almost a thousand years. Rest in peace, Redeemer.
Azure
Azure was brought to an end by his daughter, Yuhra. Rest in peace, Forbidden Father, and Wandering Soul.
Queen Arlathina Dalisia
Queen Arlathina Dalisia died after a sucessful and prosperous rule of 600 years. At the time of her death she said these words, "In my life I have witnessed things that we Elves will never understand. Nor the Humans or Dwarves. We are all brethren in the depths of the forest. I can hear my mother's sweet singing. Rest in peace, Silent Mother."
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Darin Nieves
Human, warrior at heart, and defender of Celandine.
Hunter Sylvan
Hunter was an assassin once used by the elven king, but since his passing, Hunter has remained secret for all his life, killing for money and precious goods. His life is full of blood
Morgana Lacroix
Morgana had always been special. She had overcome obstacles in her life a thousand of times and she kept overcoming many more as time went by.
Garründ Hammerfall
A blacksmith and thrill seeker, Garründ never turns down a quest - especially if large beasts are involved.
Aerdrian Swiftnairn
Don't mind me, I'm just a lowley farmers son.
Sylvia Dawnstriker
My only wish is for my people to be safe...
Aneska Ravenwood
Arise my minions!
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Morgana Lacroix
Morgana had always been special. She had overcome obstacles in her life a thousand of times and she kept overcoming many more as time went by.
Sylvia Dawnstriker
My only wish is for my people to be safe...
Aneska Ravenwood
Arise my minions!
Garründ Hammerfall
A blacksmith and thrill seeker, Garründ never turns down a quest - especially if large beasts are involved.
Lafarin Dalisia
May the oaks watch over you...
Arlathina Dalisia
Walk the lighted path...
Aerdrian Swiftnairn
Don't mind me, I'm just a lowley farmers son.
Hunter Sylvan
Hunter was an assassin once used by the elven king, but since his passing, Hunter has remained secret for all his life, killing for money and precious goods. His life is full of blood
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Hunter Sylvan
Hunter was an assassin once used by the elven king, but since his passing, Hunter has remained secret for all his life, killing for money and precious goods. His life is full of blood
Sylvia Dawnstriker
My only wish is for my people to be safe...
Darin Nieves
Human, warrior at heart, and defender of Celandine.
Aneska Ravenwood
Arise my minions!
Arlathina Dalisia
Walk the lighted path...
Morgana Lacroix
Morgana had always been special. She had overcome obstacles in her life a thousand of times and she kept overcoming many more as time went by.
Garründ Hammerfall
A blacksmith and thrill seeker, Garründ never turns down a quest - especially if large beasts are involved.
Aerdrian Swiftnairn
Don't mind me, I'm just a lowley farmers son.
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The proud capital of the Humans. Erandor is built on a large hill that overlooks the surrounding plains. It is also a port due to its nearby water sources. It has three districts. The Undertown, Market, and The Castle District. It also owns the many plains that surround the city. Many farmers cultivate the land, and therefore Erandor is a farming capital of Celandine.
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Naugeskor is the Dwarven Capital. It was built by the Dwarves in the First Era. When the Dwarves abandoned the city it fell into ruin, but after The War started the whole city was renovated. Ironically, Naugeskor was named by the Elves. The name translates to: Dwarf's Home or Home of Dwarves.
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