Introduction
But in the distance, smog can be seen rising from the neighboring city of Trenya, a small village where merchants often passed through... and a key strategic point in capturing Feign. Blue flames are trailing off from the village into the forest, cutting a bloody path through the trees and signifying the city of impending danger. Confusion takes hold of the once prominent peace. Panic ensues. All of the citizens begin running off in different directions, frayed and alarmed.
At the entrance of the city, now cleared of citizens except for the gunners trying to get an idea of what's going on. From the trees, a single man can be seen running wildly towards the city. The gunners prepare to fire at him when a man clad in the Royal Guard's armor appears, gaunt in blue and yellow plating.
"Wait," he says, halting the gunners, "Let him in." he commanded. The gunners nodded and opened the gates, allowing the man to enter.
"General Craven, we don't know if he's a spy or-" one of the gunners starts, but is quickly cut off by the commanding officer.
"Are you questioning my judgement, soldier?" Craven says coldly.
"N-no, sir... I just assumed that-"
"What? That I don't know what I'm doing? Let me tell you something, child... Do you know the one thing that divides us from those damned Locust? Our hearts. The compassion we have for our people. I'd rather burn than lose even one innocent soul because you fools have itchy trigger fingers." he said succinctly.
The gunner nodded, obviously wounded by the truth in Craven's words.
Craven proceeded to question the man from Trenya. He was out of breath and hysteric, sobbing and panting like a dog. Craven approached the man coolly and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, now," he commanded, "What's going on?"
The man eventually calmed down a bit and looked the general square in the eye, still shaken.
"The Locust have come to take Feign." he spoke.
Shocked, Craven begins to laugh mightily. "TAKE Feign? HAH! I'd like to see the bastards try. Not once in a thousand years have these walls been breached... I doubt today will be the day they prove us wrong."
The man continued, morale still broken, "Sir... this isn't just any attack... they've brought their entire army... Hordelings, chimeras, Dracolichs, Necromancers... they're bringing all they've got! ALL OF IT!"
"We've dealt with their undead scourge before, today will be no different. Feign will not fall to any lowly Locust Horde." Craven said, reassuringly.
"Sir... there's one more thing." the man said, now truly terrified.
"And what is that?"
"The legion is led by-" the man was caught off by a booming laugh in the distance.
Blue flames flew in all directions, practically lighting the atmosphere on fire. A monstrous dragon could be seen far, far in the distance.
"Valkarie Voloshanz." Craved said, disgusted. The man ran away in terror, seeking refuge in the castle. Craven beckoned a nearby soldier, "Alert the Royal Guard. I want everything we've got ready to go. Get Judas out here, as well as the rest of the Mage's Guild. I want the Admiral Fleet ready to fly and fire on my command. If they've brought their entire army PLUS Valkarie... this won't be a pretty battle." Craven looked at the young man and saw his questioning stare.
"Sir?" He said.
"EVERYTHING." Craven demanded. The soldier nodded quickly and ran off to alert the city.
The sounds of war bellowed in every direction.
The screams of the innocent could be heard.
Shots began to be fired by the gunners. The grunts have arrived... it's only a matter of time before the high rollers get here.
Craven joined the gunners at the top of the city wall and gazed out at their army. Their numbers were massive, seemingly endless.
Judas appeared next to Craven, startling him a bit.
"AH, damn it Judas, isn't it considered rude for a mage to teleport next to an unsuspecting bystander?" Craven yelled.
"Maybe, but I'm not the most polite mage around." Judas said, chuckling. His tone and expression quickly changed after seeing the Locust numbers. "It's war, then?" he said decisively.
Craven took one last glance over the battlefield and saw soldiers of the Royal Guard running into the fray, hacking at Hordelings; vanquishing them.
He nodded once and said solemnly,
"War it is."
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Plot: The time is irrelevant. What does matter is, either you are participating in one of the most bold and expansive military invasions you have ever seen, or you are defending against it. There are two sides at the moment, the Twilight Country of Locust, and the Eternal Kingdom of Castor. Between standard infantry men, sorcerers, and nigh invincible demi gods, the path to victory is strewn with haze and death. But where will your journey take you? Where will you end up? Will aid a kingdom under fire and eventually lead the away to defeat the enemy? Or will you join with the darkness and blot out the light? Your conquest starts here, at the titanic walls of Castor's captial city of Feign... Will fall in ruin and burn? Or will it push back the enemy offensive?
Whatever happens, it's all on you.
Don't screw this up.
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Grand General/Demi-God Valkarie Voloshanz of Locust.
Grand General Ramius Craven of Castor
Judas Renais of Castor
Captain Viktor Moor of Locust
King Horatio Valus III of Castor
Misc. Soldiers/Civilians of both sides.
Demi-God Xanth de Reverie of Castor
Demi-God Andame Stormwreath of Castor
Demi-God Isaac Nour [is neutral at this point].
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But it was our only hope. And I have nothing else to live for aside from killing Aleksander.
Without a word, I spun around and began to walk out of the throne room. Before reaching the door, I stopped and turned my head back to Augustus.
"You know as well as I do this is our only hope. I know it's a long shot... but I will not have this nation live under ignorant fear. I'd rather die trying to fight the powers that be."
With that, I stepped through the shadows and phased into the Necromancy Tower, the home of all necromancers and most importantly, the Oracle himself.
Shade was waiting for me. I tossed him the Eye and he caught it nimbly.
"Raise our fallen... and summon the Titans."
Shade looked surprised, "Which ones, milord?"
"... All of them," I said, walking towards the Oracle's chamber.
I approached the ancient door ornamented with magical trinkets that Straum had collected for a long time. Avermond Straum and Shade were the only friends I had in this cursed world. I opened the door and walked into the sacred room.
Straum was levitating mid-air, meditating no doubt.
"Avermond," I said with a sincere smile, "We have recovered the Eye."
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I've lived for a long time, here on this planet. Far longer than Valkarie. Far longer than the taint that I, and those like me, have become. But I do not curse my foul luck for being caught here that day long ago. Heh, it's quite ironic that I bring up luck, considering that I know everything, in a sense. But as everything with a brainstem knows full well, many things are subject, to many outcomes. I never claimed to be a seer, nor the Oracle that the people I hide away with call me. Nay nay. What they, what very sensible people they may be, don't comprehend is that I don't know the future. I don't call to arms the militia and worry kings with my prophecies of doomsday. I simply perceive what I feel. it's hard to explain in mortal words. Everything would be easier if I could convey my thoughts through yours. Perhaps some days I have embellished, possibly even butter cupped rather... Dire events that should come to pass. Surely the initiation of the war was hidden from them. Of course Valkarie's motives were, allegedly, not within my ability to see. A few would ask, 'Why?'. The malicious side of me would say, To protect you from the truth, and I don't even believe that. Whatever the real answer is, It is not of my own free will. It's as if a secondary party is dictating my every action. Then again, the years of each tragedy befalling men and women of different species, of different races, of different civilizations; maybe I've finally cracked under the sway of the rebellions and wars waged in my mind, but never actually happened. Perhaps, I too, have become a heretic?
There is one thing I am sure of; however. Of all the things I know, it's that even with the great power I've been granted, that I can be judged. Not even I can be relinquished of the great weight of the gods most basic crowd control tactic: Morality.
I was broken out of my thoughts as my door, which has not been opened in weeks, creaked slowly, as one of the sons of Eden entered announcing that he had, at long last, acquired an item of great power. I set my feet back onto the ground from my levitating position. I quickly did a three sixty to face a friend, "Gerard," I started softly, a faint smile creasing my lips. Momentarily ignoring his announcement, I approached swiftly and grabbed a hold of his hand in greeting, "My it's been quite a while. You've got the Eye you say? May I see it?"
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"Who are you? What do you want?" He gabbled, desperate. Shyra said nothing as she drew close to him, she brushed a talon along his cheek. The man shied away but the dark skinned shadowmaiden held his attention. "What do you want!?" He cried again, fear in his eyes. "Just holding a grudge," Shyra replied smoothly, "Do you recall a small village you raided 43 years ago? No? Well you missed one small girl in the village." She paused to let the statement sink in, the necromancer's eyes widened as he realised. "And I remember you." She whispered, Shadowglaive stabbing into the necromancer's stomach, the light bursting from in tearing at the dark mage's being. She left the body on the floor, a hole emptying the contents of his abdomen.
Shyra made her way out much the way she went in, unnoticed by everyone in the house. It would be a while before the slaughtered man would be found. The twisted woman smiled as she entered back in the main districts of the city, revenge was sweet.
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The village had long since been abadonded, leaving the empty shells of houses strewn across the waterfront. Deren walked among the houses, memories coming back like waves. A gnarled old man with curly white hair, sitting on a barrel telling a story. A dog barking at a non-existant pigeon. The sound of fishers trying to sell their ware. This had once been a thriving town.
He continued past the docks, and, looking to his left, saw a tavern with one of its doors in the sand ten feet away. The inside was blackened and dirty. Stools and tables were strewn across a glass covered floor. A single skeleton lay in a corner.
'That was quite a fight,' Deren thought to himself, grinning. 'They thought they had a chance.'
Continueing past the tavern, He headed towards a hill, surrounded by a rusty iron fence that was slowly being reclaimed by the vegetation. He swept past the gates on their hinges and looked around. Everything was as he left it. The manor had only decayed some more since his last visit, which had been a little while ago.
Turning right, Deren headed around the manor and towards the extremely overgrown gardens. He pasted a bench that had been cleaved in two right down the middle and chuckled.
In the middle of the garden stood his destination. A stone grave stood on a raised diase, with its top slightly crooked.
'Thought I closed that,' Deren thought, sighing. Walking over, he began to push the stone lid off. It took a minute and then fell to the ground. In the grave lay bones with an exspensive and worm eaten suit on.
"Still look as good as ever," He said to the skeleton. "Though I remember the suit being red, not black. Oh well, guess it doesn't matter."
He began his spell. Green tendrils of power wafted from the skeleton and into Deren. Magic most vile flowed through him and energized his body. There was a flash of light and Deren slumped over the grave.
"I hate family reunions," he muttered to himself.
Gathering himself, he replaced the lid with a wave of his hand and set off back through the village and back to Ragnos.
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'Wondered when he was going to get a visit,' Deren thought. 'Now that we have the Eye, It shouldn't be long before we march on the elves.'
Heading towards his room, a passing necromancer called out to him.
"Hey Deren! I thought we were going to spar this afternoon."
"I can beat you up some other time," He replied. "Right now I need to rest."
The necromancer laughed, "Whatever."
Turning into his room, he noticed that his room mate had his guts all over his floor.
'I guess that means I get the room to my self," He thought. Waving his hand, the corpse glowed blue for a moment, then disseapered. Sitting on his bed, Deren knuckled his forehead. Everything on his trip had gone to plan, but something was nagging him.
'Oh yeah, I forgot to stop by the tavern for a drink,' He thought, chuckleing.
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Sylvia Louise Griffin
A stubborn, upper-class noblewoman with an affinity for holy magic. Her great wealth has given her significant influence in the city of Feign.
Gallus
A powerful sorceror who hails from the Locust Kingdom. Master of the elements and arcanes. He aids Valkarie in his conquest for power.
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Demigod. Admiral of the Lampshard Battle Fleet and Captain of the ten mile long Dreadnought, The AmostGrad
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Archmage and current Curator of Magic for Castor
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Valkarie Voloshanz is the Grand General of the Locust army. Driven by hatred and vindication, nothing shall stop him from exacting vengeance and razing all who stand in his way.
Mia Salamone
Unusually violent and attracted to warfare, Mia is the first into battle and the last to leave. She wields her trusted, enchanted blade Icebane and an assault rifle.
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An ageless magician who has been laying low in Feign, will he defend his new home, or run away again?
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Markus Josun
Son of the skilled smith Marlan, Markus has taken after his father as a smith of Castor.
Sylvia Louise Griffin
A stubborn, upper-class noblewoman with an affinity for holy magic. Her great wealth has given her significant influence in the city of Feign.
Grand General Ramius Craven
Commander of the Castor Military and all it's associated branches.
Xanth de Reverie
Demigod. Admiral of the Lampshard Battle Fleet and Captain of the ten mile long Dreadnought, The AmostGrad
Mia Salamone
Unusually violent and attracted to warfare, Mia is the first into battle and the last to leave. She wields her trusted, enchanted blade Icebane and an assault rifle.
Judas Renais
Archmage and current Curator of Magic for Castor
Marlan Josun
One of many smiths within the Smith Quarter of Castor, Marlan and his son Markus have volunteered to help the war effort.
Gallus
A powerful sorceror who hails from the Locust Kingdom. Master of the elements and arcanes. He aids Valkarie in his conquest for power.
Grand General Valkarie Voloshanz
Valkarie Voloshanz is the Grand General of the Locust army. Driven by hatred and vindication, nothing shall stop him from exacting vengeance and razing all who stand in his way.
Tam
An ageless magician who has been laying low in Feign, will he defend his new home, or run away again?
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Demigod. Admiral of the Lampshard Battle Fleet and Captain of the ten mile long Dreadnought, The AmostGrad
Tam
An ageless magician who has been laying low in Feign, will he defend his new home, or run away again?
Gallus
A powerful sorceror who hails from the Locust Kingdom. Master of the elements and arcanes. He aids Valkarie in his conquest for power.
Mia Salamone
Unusually violent and attracted to warfare, Mia is the first into battle and the last to leave. She wields her trusted, enchanted blade Icebane and an assault rifle.
Judas Renais
Archmage and current Curator of Magic for Castor
Markus Josun
Son of the skilled smith Marlan, Markus has taken after his father as a smith of Castor.
Marlan Josun
One of many smiths within the Smith Quarter of Castor, Marlan and his son Markus have volunteered to help the war effort.
Grand General Valkarie Voloshanz
Valkarie Voloshanz is the Grand General of the Locust army. Driven by hatred and vindication, nothing shall stop him from exacting vengeance and razing all who stand in his way.
Grand General Ramius Craven
Commander of the Castor Military and all it's associated branches.
Sylvia Louise Griffin
A stubborn, upper-class noblewoman with an affinity for holy magic. Her great wealth has given her significant influence in the city of Feign.
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Ragnos Owner: RolePlayGateway
The Dead Capital of Locust. (Pic within)
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Welcome to the tree top city. (Pic within)
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Welcome to the Capital city of Feign.
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Inner City ↪ Castle Feign Owner: RolePlayGateway
One final bastion in the center of the city.
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The Walled Capital ↪ Inner City Owner: RolePlayGateway
Fall back! Retreat! The Inner Wall must be defended!
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The Walled Capital ↪ Mid City Owner: RolePlayGateway
Take Cover! On the walls! All civilians to the castle! The Horde are closing in!
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The Looming Forest Owner: RolePlayGateway
Main Encampment For the Invading Horde Army
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The Field Owner: RolePlayGateway
The Battlefield for the Defense/Breaching of the Outer Wall.
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The Ageless City of Argos Owner: RolePlayGateway
Welcome to the political hub of Castor
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