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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.
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.
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.
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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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...
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."