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Posted on Thu Oct 25, 2012 17:01:18
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Brunnex smirked at Tourival's remark. There were several times in Brun's memory where he could have sworn Strange was pretty close to it. He perked up as the orders were given to the priest listening intently.
When he was asked about Lord Blightly he replied "Yes. With all the attention over here I could even do the King not that I am suggesting it." Brunnex said with a conspiratorial wink and a humorous smile.
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Posted on Thu Oct 25, 2012 17:17:43
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No, no, I have taken a shine to this king. He seems to actually give a damn. Do not get me wrong, he is still royalty, and something of a figurehead, but he at least tries to do what is best for his nation. I can respect that. As for blightly, the battle should be in less than two days, it will take him weeks to reach the capitol. I have time to contemplate this. Prepare yourself for battle brunnex. I want you and your mount to be on standby. Perhaps if we box the enemy in, it would be prudent for you to come right up from below them? *He said, a smile forming on his face. *
Should kill more of our enemies than anything else, and show all of the other lords our sheer power.
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Posted on Thu Oct 25, 2012 17:39:32
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The last several hours had been a blind blur for the young Demi-God, full of stress due to the intense air in that council meeting, growing fear for the coming battle, a yearning to leave all of this beyond and run home to Yumi and live out his days in peace, and most strongly of all at this current time; worry. Worry for his friend, nay, brother, Shane who had acted so strangely during the meeting. Fenrir had asked around but the strange desert people, although reasonably pleasant when doing so, had said nothing about the whereabouts of any youth similar to Shane.
Worried for his friend's safety in this strange land of sand and bloodmages, and feeling feeble for his inability to locate him, Fenrir made his way northeastward with Faolin, in the hopes that perhaps Shane had went ahead with another group of men.
Faolin had magicked up a small red tent, with a standard of pure white with a crimson dragon, which he assumed was meant to be Erda, flying from the top as to show who's tent this was. No Lord had a Dragon in their standard, or any creature thereabouts, for good reasons, mostly dating back to the Dragon Riders of old.
Inside Faolin's tent there was nothing but three bed rolls and a small stool on which burned a long wicker candle, casting a flickering light in the silent tent.
Both men were preparing for the battle ahead in their own way. Faolin was sharpening his huge red blade with what appeared to be one of Erda's scale, unbeknownst to Fenrir he was having a rather long winded talk with Erda mentally concerning the future of Sardo, of themselves, and most seriously of the two Demi-Gods.
Fenrir on the other hand was worrying over his wedding presents, wondering how he would fair in battle with so much finery, and yet unwilling to let even one of his most prized presents go unused. These were tokens from his friends, from his family, and he would never let their courtesy towards him go unnoticed.
He was also worrying over his lost friend, and over his distant new-bride, and of his father and mother above whom would be forced to sit idly by whilst good men and women gave their lives for some struggle his father could end with a swipe of a blade. Most of all though, he worried about the future.
He worried that, even if he and Shane, and everybody else, survived this battle-to-be, that nothing would be the same. He was no longer a stumbling youth who could afford to rely on Faolin or Balthazaar, or any other. He was a man now, a married man, with friends and family to protect, that relied on him. No longer could he sit back in the shadows and live a happy life, not when he knew that he could help this country and it's people, not when it so clearly needed his, or anyone's, help. No, his days of youth were gone now, and that worried Fenrir greatly. Putting aside his remarkable strength and visibly unshattering resolve to always do his best, and what he thought was right, Fenrir was just your average seventeen year old boy trying to make his way in the world. God blood, natural talent, and a prophecy of unimaginable importance had only added a greater weight to his shoulder than most boys his age, and he dared not show, even to Shane or Yumi, just how tired he truly was of at all.
Being so important, being so revered even though he had accomplished nothing truly. Men heard his name and cooed, women ahhed at his youthful looks, and the Generals of the land seemed to demand him to be the perfect warrior, just as his father had been. Yet, Fenrir knew well enough, he was not nearly the man his father had been. Lazarus had been strong, unflinching, and powerful enough that even before ascending he commanded the respect of friend and foe alike, or so the legends say. Fenrir, on the other hand, was unable to help his friends when they needed him most, he had beaten Nahkaro only by luck really, and Shane had been the one that had freed Yumi truly, Razlor was far more dangerous foe than Ryuk and Fenrir had taken the easy foe, knowing that he could not beat the stronger. For all his bravado and smiles Fenrir knew that he was truly weak, just like every other boy his age he was unable to truly make his mark in the world because of his youth and inexperience.
Sighing to himself Fenrir began his inventory check, making sure he had left nothing behind at the camp site of Unu'keth, other than his best friend of course...
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Posted on Thu Oct 25, 2012 20:40:02
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Shane had kept the dagger. He had been twirling it gently in his hand when he had noticed the great upheaval all around him as it was clear the soldiers were starting to act. He had stuffed the dagger inside his robes and set off to look for his friend and teacher.
It took him a while to find them but when he did it was rather obvious he had come to the right place. The Erda coloured tent and dragon sigils clear indications of exactly who’s tent this could be.
“Fen, Faolin?” He enquired stepping tentatively into the tent...
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Brunnex stood looking from left to right. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” Brunnex answered looking a little lost before adding “You should really have put a balcony in here.” After all of his different exits simply walking out would no longer do. He opted to teleport in a puff of pungent yellow smoke instead.
He appeared a few moments later in Hull adorned in his mask and goggles. He wore no armour however. Such a thing would debase the flexibility of his fighting technique. He waited patiently knowing the worm would appear before long.
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Posted on Thu Oct 25, 2012 20:48:34
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"Sh-Shane?" Fenrir said, snapping out of his dreamy state, he turned on the spot, and when he saw Shane he nigh leapt across the room and grabbed Shane by the shoulders, not in the hugging sense but simply in the sense that he put his hands on both of Shane's shoulders. Without a seconds pause Fenrir half-yelled, half-inquired; "Are you okay!? Where have you been!?"
Faolin gave a light smile and a dip of his head to Shane, then continued sharpening his sword. He had not worried for the boy's safety at all. He was strong enough that even if, by some unknown means, a member of the group had infiltrated Unu'keth to kill people of notable strength, there would have been a struggle big enough for at least the locals to have heard or seen. Since no such reports were given upon inquiry Faolin had assumed that Shane was alright, just a little shaken by whatever he had learned about his uncle during the meeting.
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Achilles, feeling utterly bored from the meeting, left Unu'keth and the campsite behind for some time. Off he went in search of some nice, clean, fun. Of course, fun for Achilles was but one thing; a good old fight.
He came across a small pre-set ambush of bandits only a few miles away from the massed army, they most likely planned to ambush any civilians fleeing the conflict with their prized possessions. A smart idea, it was just too bad for them that Achilles was in quite the rut when he finally found them.
Slightly more amused Achilles strolled back to the new campsite, already covered in blood, just in time for the final preparations. In which he had no hand at all.
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Lao had listened with the utmost care at the meeting at Unu'keth, a meeting he had no real right being at due to his heritage, but was glad to be included since he was certainly going to take part in this battle either way. The time afterwards was spent in silent meditation within the walls of Unu'keth which he found to be far more silent than the war-drum filled camp of Sardo.
He knew that in a very short amount of time now he would have to face his master, and yet still Lao wondered if he could defeat the man...Or even lift a hand to the man that had been like a father to him all his life..
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Balthazaar skipped merrily around the field of the ascension, placing a hidden glyph there, a pitfall here, another glyph there. All the while he whistled a jolly tune, as if he were unaware of the coming battle and all the lives that would be lost.
If truth be told Balthazaar was still a little excited about the coming battle, he would show these Lords and Rulers of Sardo that he can handle all of this stuff on his own, they'd see...
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Ryuk stood a silent vigil outside of Faolin's tent, arms crossed as he glared at the increasingly large mass of soldiers that was forming around them. He had a sword buckled at his belt and planned to wear no armour, as was the norm for a Ferrock warrior. His natural scales would fend off most scathing blows, anything tougher would break through armour anyway, and he preferred to be nimble during a fight.
His young charge was going to be a handful to keep track of during this battle, he just knew it. The boy had grown incredibly strong in the short amount of time Ryuk had been guarding him, so much so that it was almost funny that Ryuk even remained at his side, if someone was strong enough to challenge Fenrir then they would have little problem with Ryuk.
Yet his word was his pledge, he would die defending Fenrir, or die an dishonorable death. He had failed one master already, he did not plan to fail twice...
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Sir Tillion saw Commander Holdak off personally, as well as the 90 or so thousand men that he took with him towards the main staging area. Sir Tillion himself headed back towards Unu'keth, where he planned to set up a small command centre from which he and his select advisors would oversee the battlefield through the use of active feedback and magical scrying.
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Toun had created a small device for each member of the counterguard. It looked, for all appearances, to be an unremarkable silver earring of a small loop design. When the earring was worn it would allow a two-way mental channel to be opened to Sir Tillion, so that the counterguard could keep in contact as well as report their situation as well as their progress in handling the Fallen. If the wearer did not wish to talk at any given moment they need simply will their mind closed off from Sir Tillion's and the earring would do the rest, no magic on the user's part meaning even Lord Blackflame could use it.
These earrings were delivered by Threllosian soldiers to each member of the counterguard. The Threllos did not wait for a reply, they delivered their package and then vanished. Along with the earrings the person would receive a small note detailing how to shield their mind, as well as establish a mental link to Sir Tillion.
Toun himself went to the main battlefield and began placing wards on the Sardonian soldiers, with the aid of his Threllosian kinsmen. They would not be able to negate serious damage for this amount of people, or even anything of real worth, but every little count on the battlefield, and these wards might well save a few lives.
(Just mention the earrings in your first battle post please.)
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Shino stood in a normal looking sand dune some miles from both Unu'keth and the campsite. He was totally alone and yet he spoke to the wind, as in reply; "Yeah, I'll make sure I watch their backs."
Shino paused for a moment, seeming to listen to the desert sands blow lazily over the hillocks of collected orange dust. Once again he spoke to no one but himself, and yet he done so aloud; "Yes, I will deal with Jason as soon as I can then I will move on to the other members of the group as best as I can. Nahkaro and Matsoyu will not be easy customers to defeat, but I think I'll be a little out of their league so long as I can engage them in single combat. Others may only hamper my abilities now."
"Okay, I'll speak to you again when this battle is done, just before I approach [i]him[/u] personally." Shino turned on heel and began walking towards the site where the army gathered. His business meeting had not been long, just like normal, and as normal there was no idle chatter with the God of Death. That being said Shino wasn't one for wasting time with pointless dribble either, so he really was the ideal Champion...
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Posted on Fri Oct 26, 2012 19:33:12
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*Tourivil released a sigh as he was left alone with the little beast. The obscene creature flew up, and landed on his shoulder like some sick parody of a pirate's parrot.Tourivil stood, and walked up to his living quarters at the top of the tower. There, he went to his balcony, and peered down at the priests arranging a colossal teleport square in the middle of the city. He would go alone to the battle field, and hide. When the time was right, he would bring in his troops. Woe betide the poor enemies. They had little chance. *
*The alpha worm was nowhere to be seen, though occasionally a smaller worm would surface, then dive back into the depths of the earth. After a moment though, the presence of the worm could be felt, and its great voice rumbled through the very ground. *
"Are you prepared? " *It asked Brunnex.* "Is the battle at hand?"
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Posted on Sat Oct 27, 2012 10:18:57
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(typing from phone. Best quality might not be at hand)
"The battle is at hand and I am prepared. We shall strike the first blow against our enemies and a first blow it shall be. Are you ready?" Brunnex was starting to feel the thrill if battle. That state of mental preperation for killing though it was no bloodlust as it might have been. The mask kept his most crazy ambitions to themselves which could ultimately save him from recklessness.
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Shane's face screwed up in pain when he realised how much worry he'd caused. Still he felt as if he shouldn't tell Fen about All that he had found out and least if all the vengeful dagger hidden at his breast.
"I just needed time to think. My eye said..." Shane looked away pulling himself away from his friend. "Look, we should just focus on the battle now. I'll... I'll tell you later."
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Posted on Sat Oct 27, 2012 16:23:16
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*The massive worm burst through the ground several hundred meters from brunnex, shattering the earth, sending soil and rock fly as it burst up from the depths. *
Then we ride, and we will destroy.
(Brun, take the keys, it's yours now. Treat it well. Bring it back with a full tank of premium. )
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Posted on Sun Oct 28, 2012 14:48:17
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"Oh...Okay." Fenrir said, somewhat perplexed by Shane's demeanour, but all over pleased that his friend had returned.
"You two don't have much time for talk I'm afraid. Shane, if you know any wards or shield spells I suggest you begin layering as many as you can over yourself. Fenrir I'll give you what magical defenses I can before the fight starts, just make sure you are otherwise prepared." Faolin cut in on the reunion without much inflection at all, it was clear he had his serious face on.
The daunting presence of Erda strolled into both teenagers' minds regardless of what defenses either might have erected; "When the battle begins, your minds had better be better protected than they were now. It is doubtful that many of our foes are versed in mental combat, but it would only take one to make the difference if you are not prepared properly."
Fenrir gave Shane a smile and then turned and walked back to where he had been trying to arrange himself into a less movement impairing way.
(The battle shall begin later tonight.)
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Posted on Sun Oct 28, 2012 23:30:54
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*Tourvil stood on the ground floor of the temple tower, gazing at the most holy place in his faith. He was wearing only a simple robe, as the priests slowly brought him armor for the coming battle. They brought him a silver crown, set atop a red velvet turban, anointed it with holy oils, and place it upon his head. They brought forth his arm guard, made the sign of the blood drop in oil, and fitted it onto him. A silver chest plate, etched with his symbol of the eye was strapped to his chest. Chain mail was fastened to the back of this, and at the same time, he stepped into silver boots. Finally, a short kilt of chain was fitted to the bottom to the chest plate.
Armored for battle, the priests stood around him and chanted as the high priest brought forth a sacred relic, a single strip of worn rag. Supposedly worn by strange in his final hours before his rising to godhood, in their eyes. This he tied around Tourivil's unarmored arm. Tourivil felt power swell within him. On some level, he knew it was a placebo, he knew it was just a strip of cloth. But it was his master's strip of rag, it had touched his master during his final moments.
The gaze of strange was on him. *
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Posted on Mon Oct 29, 2012 00:09:45
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Shane hadn’t been guarding himself at all when Erda strolled into his mind. Though a well-thought argument could speak for strong emotion blocking one’s mind from others as well as it does one’s self his temporary softening to speak to Fen had certainly willed that away.
With new determination he exited the tent to give himself a little more room and called his Trident. The weapon had a habit of appearing in his hand when he uttered its name. He began to dance the training routine Uhbo had taught him. The dance itself was comprised of all of the main forms and strikes of trident combat to which he might perform. Whilst he danced he erected some protective wards via chanting. He was not the most adept but prided himself on his Inku Flatem. Which was a protective shield wrapped tightly around his skin that absorbed the impact of blows and made swords blunt against his skin. Problem was it wasn’t built to last; only long enough for him to take out whoever made the surprise attack past his usual defenses.
Shane would be prepared when the time came…
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Shilack had equipped the earrings without shame. Adjusting his Atlantian Sheet-Rock armour for maximum mobility and preparing his sword he had joined the main host on the very front most line ready to dive into action the very moment he could. Shilack was ready.
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“Then let’s get this show on the road.” Brunnex stated jumping up on to his previous perch and instructing the gigantic worm toward a hilled area on the off skirts of the Ascension Fields where they would hide until the time was right for their ambush. They would be the first to attack.
(Brunnex has ze earrings I just have no reason to mention them mofos)
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Desi and Nunamo had spent most of the time the others had spent preparing simply walking around the desert outside Unu’Keth. They had studied ad argued over every fine detail of the outside of it; worried over every scrutinisable angle; frustrated over how perfect it needed to be for these people who likely did not expect them to have tried to move or project a fake city.
When finally they had imprinted every detail of Unu’Keth from the outside in memory they entered the place. Desi joined Sir Tillion in his base sitting in a little wooden chair as Nunamo ran toward the Ascension Fields. Desi explained then that Nunamo would sit cross-legged in the centre of where the fake city would be. Desi would then open a psychic link directly to Nunamo’s magic pool. Controlling his magic like a puppet Desi would paint the fake illusion around Nunamo. Such a thing would be totally 3D and impossible to spot as a fake from ay distance. In fact he had once had somewhat doubt him even after having swung his hand through the ethereal projection. Desi would close his eyes when it started and all Toun had to do to break the illusion was to slap Desi in the face i.e. break the psychic connection.
With that said Desi closed his eyes and began to concentrate…
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Nunamo had been sitting, cross-legged, eyes closed and perfectly still, for almost an hour off on one side (the opposite side the enmy was reportedly marching from) of the battlefield before anything important happened. There was a great humming ad Nunamo’s eye’s burst open a vivid, glowing blue. Blue lines shot out of him in every direction. They shot out a relatively Unu-Keth shaped distance (with him acting as the centre of it) and started to twist and turn. They took shape and grew from outward to inward; first all blue then darker and darker to pastel colours then grainy, fuzzy and finally textures! Oh the textures; all the textures; hewn rock; stone; sand; everything. Nunamo was very soon completely unseen. As the details were filled in the fake Unu’Keth the real details were slowly disappearing from the real one.
In a further fifteen minutes everything had been filled in. One could even see the tower looming high in the sky within Unu’Keth. Oddly enough the real Unu’Keth was completely invisible from the outside. However as soon as one entered the city limits of the real one it appeared so Toun and all those who were already within had noticed no difference.
The trap was set. The fake Unu’Keth was perfect; even Brun would have marched toward that city with all the might of his Scorpianman army. Trust Desi; he knows these things.
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Posted on Mon Oct 29, 2012 00:13:37
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Finally the moment had come, the final plans were set and the army of Sardo could do no more but wait for the approaching horde, just becoming visible moments after Desi's illusion was created.
There was little chance that even the strongest of mages would have been able to sense the spell's casting at such a distance, and nor would sight have been able to distinguish the vanishing city from so far away, or its newly forming sister-city.
The army of Sardo massed outside the high stone walls of fake-Unu'keth, forming line after line of fully armed and armoured soldier. Their armour glittered with a hundred different hues, Reds of the royal army, Golds of the Ostagar forces and the crimsons of the Troy forces being the chief amongst the colours on display. Standards rose high above the gathered, displaying countless Sardonian crests fluttering in the wind; the royal sigil, the tower of Troy, the grapevine of Ostagar and countless other banners of Lords and Knights. Over all of this was the pounding of the drums, the deafening 'THUD,THUD, THUD, THUD" of the royal drummers was having a hard time overbearing the frantic war drums of the Orks, even though the Orkish drummers were much less in number.
The approaching horde would see a united Sardo, ready for battle and without a hint of fear in their ranks...
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Auron grinned as he began making out the individual banners of the Sardonian forces, smiling too at the fact that his mount, the colourful and large snake he had summoned for the express purpose of fast travel, had finally cleared the shifting sands. He had never visited Unu'keth before, but he had heard that it had been within the grasp of a great desert, the stories had been wrong but the desert was close enough that he could see where they had sprouted from.
He was glad, too, that the forest of Strange was further from Unu'keth than he had first thought. If his purpose here was to be complete he would rather the apprentices of Strange intervene as little as possible, not at all if possible. He knew that the leader of Unu'keth, Tourivil, was an ex-apprentice of Strange, but he also knew that the forest was otherwise lending no aid to it's former thrall.
The abominable size of the enemy force bothered him little, numbers meant little against sheer power after all, and he knew all too well the men that would be on his side. His plan would succeed, the number of his foes only made that all the more certain if anything.
A backwards glance towards his own forces brought a slight downward inflection in his smile. They ran like wolves, on all fours, more often than not, and those that did not swung their fiendish swords around wildly with every huge stride. Their eyes were dark, their skin rotted, and their bodies devoid of souls. Truly, Taru had created the perfect creature of destruction, but he had failed in making them of any greater order than that. They were beasts, nothing more, and Auron misliked being forced to fight alongside such things.
Auron misliked fighting on the whole really, but his purpose called for his direct influence if it was to be carried out, and it had been quite some time since he had stretched out properly. It would be a fun way of passing the time, slaughtering the Sardonians, until an opening revealed itself and he could do what he had come here to do.
Looking down Auron lifted his hands slightly, turning the palms upwards he examined the demonic symbols that had been seared into his skin by the Boss moments before he had been ordered to destroy Unu'keth.
Each symbol was fairly simplistic in design, and they mirrored one another almost perfectly. Yet Auron knew that their simplistic design was first conceived by some sort of Demonkin, the rudimentary shape gave that much away, as well as the practical use of each symbol.
The one on his left hand allowed him to summon the Fallen, whilst the one on the right gave him control over them, that was all he was told about them before the Boss had branded them with magic. It had not been a pleasant experience, but pain was of little matter in the grand scheme of things, and Auron liked the reward greatly.
Flexing his left hand he bent at the knee and slammed his open palm down on the head of his snake, which seemed not to notice the impact at all as it continued to slither through the earth at break-neck speeds.
There was a sound like a gas-pipe exploding, and suddenly Shang Tao stood in front of the un-bending Auron, Tao had appeared in the exact spot where Auron had touched meaning that they stood only inches from each other. The two stared into each other's eyes, Auron with a strange glee, and Tao with not even the remotest sign that he even saw his new surroundings.
Shang Tao's hair was jet black once more, as it had been in his youth, and his eyes were a similar shade, lacking even an iris. His skin was sickly grey and his face emotionless, his hair hung around his face in an unmessy heap, which was most un-Tao like indeed since the man had always stressed looking his best in life. At his side hung a katana, he wore the dark robes that the group wore, but elsewise he was void of anything that had defined him in his past life. He was a shade of his former self, and yet for any that was skilled enough to sense his magic at a distance it was clear that he was as strong as he had been on the day he had fought Hades.
With a widening smile Auron pointed towards Unu'keth, which was fast approaching now; "There lies our target, no doubt we'll be running into some emplaced traps round about now. Take care of them, will you?"
The mark on Auron's right hand glowed slightly, a moment later Tao turned around so that he was now facing Unu'keth, bent slightly, and then leapt a huge distance ahead of the snake. He had used magic to increase the distance that he jumped, that much was evident.
He landed without visible or audible impact, and without any strain at all, as if he weighed no more than a feather. Not wasting a second he held his right hand up into the air, whilst pointing his left index finger at the ground. The air around each of his hands blurred for a mere second, and then a blue flare of pure magic shot out of each extremity, one shooting into the air and one shooting into the ground.
The one that shot into the air carried on its path for about fifty metres, before fizzling out of existence. It had been a probe, checking if there were any traps set into the air above Unu'keth, when it had found none it had simply stopped searching.
When the one fired into the ground found its mark, a blue circular pulse shout out from the point of origin and travelled across all of the open ground for several miles, up to the point where the fake Unu'keth was, and a likewise amount of distance in every direction. The pulse lasted only an instant, and covered the entirety of its grounds in that instant.
When the pulse hit the first of Balthazaar's glyphs, the hidden glyph first become visible to the naked eye, and then faded once more as it was deactivated entirely. It was an easy thing, to destroy a glyph, so long as you detected it and could reach it without it activating in anyway. The fact these Glyphs were made by Balthazaar himself meant nothing, they would have been far harder to detect than your normal glyph, but one such as Shang Tao would not have struggled at all given prior knowledge of the Glyph's existence.
When the blue pulse had done its work Auron clenched his left fist, just as the snake wormed its way passed the stationary Tao, and the Fallen warrior vanished in a puff of smoke. Tao had done his first job in this battle, he would be called upon in a little while for the real battle.
Auron had suspected that there would be a plethora of glyphs laid out for their approach, Balthazaar was their foe after all. A more foolish man may have had half of his forces obliterated long before they even engaged the enemy, but Auron was no fool.
Now was his time to shine, there was just one last pre-emptive strike he had to counter before it struck his forces, hard; The Alpha worm.
Placing the palms of his hands together Auron closed his eyes and began focusing solely on the process of gathering his magical energy up for what was to come. To any of the mages within the Sardonian forces that were skilled enough to sense his magic at this notable distance it would seem as if Auron were growing in power at an astounding rate, when in reality he was just releasing more of his hidden magic from his reserves, though a smart mage would realize that quickly.
When Auron's magic had reached a point where he had far surpassed the point of being considered a rank 2 Threllos he opened his eyes once more and brought his hands apart, violently pointing each index finger to his side he cast his summoning spell, and what a spell it was...
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Shino stood a few hundred yards in front of the forces of Sardo, his sword on his right shoulder in preparation for his part in this battle. Others stood a likewise amount of distance in front of the normal soldiers, so he was not alone in field, but he was a fair distance away from the others that stood forward.
To the men behind him it would seem like Shino was pumped and just waiting to leap into the battle, thus him being in front of the others, but one glance from in front of Shino would reveal that the man did not even have his eyes open, nor was his face anything but blank. For all appearances it looked as if he were resting his eyes or having a light nap, not interested in the slightest about the approaching horde. Both of his arms were still sleeved, a further testament to his casual attitude, and it was not his hand, but his right wrist that hung floppily over the hilt of his sword, keeping it balanced on his shoulder. That being said, the fact that the wrist was countering the weight of his impressively sized sword showed that Shino was not fully sleeping, or that he was a very firm sleeper indeed.
When Auron's spell was activated, however, Shino's eyes opened, and just in time to see the drastic effects of Auron's spell.
The ground at the side of the approaching horde exploded on both sides, huge mounds of earth rocketed upwards, and the ground trembled even as far as fake-Unu'keth's walls. From the two explosions shot two titanic snakes of staggering length, and frightening magical presence.
The snake on the right was blinding white, whilst it's brother on the left was pure black, but each one's eyes was the opposite colour and had an iris to match the colour of their scales.
The white snake bore a series of interlocking diamonds running the length of its back, the pattern a deep blood-red color. It's scales shone brightly, even though it was ravaging hundreds of tonnes of dirt as it slithered like some serpentine bullet towards the Sardonian army. It's huge mouth opened ever so slightly from time to time, allowing a huge yet comparably wispy flesh coloured tongue to dart in and out as if the snake were tasting the fear in the air.
The Black snake was perhaps the larger of the two, though that may have just been a trick of the light. Like it's brother it bore a patterned back, but instead of diamonds this snake bore a series of interlocking rings of a light golden colour. It was not so bright as its brother, but it's fangs were so large that even when it's mouth was closed many long feet of blazing white were visible. As its body twisted through the soil as if it were not there the snake's eyes seemed to focus on the bright colored banners that the army in front of him carried, his body seemed to wriggle faster and his speed increased somewhat.
To try and define the size of each snake would be hard, for they continued to gain tens of feet of length every second as they slid out of the huge chasms their summoning had created, but suffice to say that each one was at least three quarters the size of the Alpha worm, though not quite as thick. Both snakes quickly began to outpace even Auron's serpentine mount in speed, and it was clear that they meant to slither right into the shield wall of Sardo if unstopped.
Shino lifted his sword from his shoulder, grimacing he spoke to himself; "Manda and Monda, they'll be tricky...Guess I'll need to get more serious than I first thought." With one downward thrust Shino planted his sword into the ground, he began working his zip down...
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Faolin sent a crimson red flare into the sky, far above the gathering night-clouds of Sardo. He watched the skies for only a handful of seconds before the cloud cover was blasted apart by his fifty or so foot red winged, crimson scaled, partner. Erda did not look best pleased with the giant snakes, though to say they dwarfed him would be the understatement of the century.
Erda soared towards the snake on the right, letting rip a several hundred foot long torrent of flame towards the snake's upper side as he drew closer and closer. It was a majestic sight, to see dragonfire projected at such a distance, and even from here it was clear to all that that fire burned far hotter than your average fire.
The speed with which the snake shot forward meant that as each second passed, Erda was burning a new section of the snake's body, leaving behind a burning trail on the snake's huge body, and yet the snake ignored the dragon's assault, ignorant of it's burning scales the snake continued on it's warpath..
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Balthazaar didn't like the look of those snakes, he could smell the scent of evil from over here, and he knew those two snakes rather well. Or rather, he knew of them well enough.
Manda and Monda, the twin serpent kings, were sort of sub-demonic snakes, and had been the very first of their serpentine kind, or at least are the longest surviving and as such are thought to be the original pair. They didn't have consciousness as we knew it, so questioning them about their genesis, or their race was pretty much impossible.
They usually resided within a world outwith the mortal one, which meant that someone had summoned them here for the purpose of this battle. Such a thing was magically costly, since the summoner would have to replicate the amount of magical energy within each snake's being and use it as tribute to open the portal from their world to ours, and then actually teleport the two huge entities here, which in itself would take a monstrous amount of magic. That wasn't the only problem with summoning them however.
Controlling beasts of this scale and origin took incredible power, usually mortals couldn't maintain it for very long, if at all, but Balthazaar could sense that both snakes were being controlled thoroughly enough that they would not be trying to do anything other than what they were told.
This was all adding up badly, Balthazaar didn't like it one bit, it smelled of Demon-kind for sure. To be so strong as to not only summon, but control both of the serpents should render the summoner immobile, or at the very least harmless, and yet he could see clearly that Auron still rode atop his much smaller snake towards the Sardonian forces and his magical reserves hadn't depleted at all, his visible reserves anyway. Auron must have been much stronger than he had given him credit for, much stronger indeed...
Wasting no more time Balthazaar leapt out from the fourth row of the Sardonian forces and flew through the air, magically propelled, faster than any bird could hope to towards the enemy. He would defeat this threat before it could hurt any of his allies, even if Auron was a little stronger than he had first anticipated.
Balthazaar was about half of the distance between the Sardonian horde and the abominations, which was still around five miles of flat-land, when a puff of smoke a few hundred yards ahead of him forced him to stall suddenly in mid air to see what his enemy thought could stand up to the mighty Balthazaar!
Before the smoke had even cleared Balthazaar sensed a strange disturbance behind him, turning slightly to see what it was Balthazaar saw a blinding white oval portal, leading to Gods-know-where. Just as Balthazaar began turning his head back to face the white puff of smoke, a grey-spectre shot out at insane speed and tackled Balthazaar full-bodily, both of them vanished into the portal, which closed a moment later.
To say this would be disheartening to the Sardonian side may be a larger understatement than comparing Erda to the two snakes...
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Auron chuckled madly as he saw Balthazaar be whisked away into the portal by his Fallen puppet. He had always known that the Demon would be at this battle, and had always had a counterplan for his Godly power. Attacking any army that had Balthazaar on its side without some sort of counter to his otherworldly power would be folly, and as we should all know by now, Auron was no fool.
He wondered though, if that Fallen, 'Mason', could hold Balthazaar off long enough for his plan to unfold. He didn't much care if Mason could actually beat Balthazaar, he doubted it actually, but he hoped he could at least stall the Demon long enough for it to matter.
Seeing the main threats thoroughly dealt with Auron held his hand outwards, the hand branded with the mark of summoning. The glowed for a moment, and then Auron summoned the first wave of Fallen he planned to use in the battle.
Amongst other non essential(I.e. NPC)Fallen amongst the rabble that ran ahead of the horde with increased speed from Auron's own spell was; Jet, Taru, Shilor and Shalor, Krom and Lyacoon. The complete number of Fallen was around twenty or so, but the others would not be known to the Sardonians, they were simply powerful people that had crossed over to the other side in the past.
(Mail me if you want any of these Fallen to be someone in particular. Please note, however, that this is only some of the Fallen already going to appear, so the person you wish to appear may already have a planned appearance.)
The abomination army was now about four and a half miles from Unu'keth, but they were quickly gaining speed now. This range would be ideal for the first barrage of magical attacks to begin from the Sardonian side, or for the sneak-attack from the Alpha beast.
Of course, the Alpha-beast may be more concerned with stopped those two huge snakes from devastating Sardo's forces than dealing some damage of it's own. The snakes were, after all, much closer to the Sardonian forces than the enemy horde..
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There was no need for hesitation. Brunnex knew exactly what needed to be done. Sardo’s forces would not survive this fight if just one of those snakes reached the main body and since the Black one was being intercepted by Erda, whom he hoped could defeat the thing, he was the only other man for the job.
“Change of course, Alpha. We need to take down that white snake.” Brunnex told his companion. There was no response but the worm as quietly as it could entering the ground. Brunnex lat down flat against the worm shielding himself from the dangers of standing atop a tunneling worm.
The bloodbeast tunneled at breakneck speed for several seconds underground gaining incredible ground. It was a truly exhilarating experience for Brunnex. After a few seconds of breakneck tunneling the Alpha suddenly shot upwards its keen sense of direction absolute. But a moment later, despite being deep underground as it had been, it burst out of the earth the giant metal-plated worm slamming straight into the snake’s fleshy underside the worm’s horrific teeth gnashing and biting and tearing through scales.
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John got the men ready, waiting for the signal. When the earring arrived, he placed it on his right ear.
When Jasper got his, he placed it on his left. Jasper stood near the rear of the main army. He knew he would fight, but he didn't want to if he didn't have to.
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Monda, the white snake, let rip a screech so terrible that the sky itself trembled, and the ground shook slightly. Yet, it was far from a death-screech.
Monda's body slithered out of harms way as best as it could, as the head of the snake began turning back in on itself so that it could combat the hell-worm that had sneak-attacked it from below. It's scales were easily pierced by the Alpha's attack, and huge part of it's body was badly, wounded but it had wriggled free and was now on the move again as the Alpha soared into the sky.
Manda, still seeming to ignore Erda's fire even though the flames atop its back were no rather large indeed, saw, or sensed, his brother's peril and instantly turned his huge head towards the two huge entities. Caring not that by doing so he effectively barricaded the two forces from one another, Manda began slithering towards his brother.
That being said Monda's tail was trailing long behind him still, meaning that the Alpha was somewhat behind his tail when compared to Manda's position. The huge length of the three creatures was daunting for all to behold, and their titanic movements and unearthly cries were nerve-busting to be sure.
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Seeing that their battlefield had just been swallowed whole by three monstrous seas of flesh Commander Holdak raised his hammer into the air and roared; "To the right flank, we move around them! MOVE AROUND I SAY!"
His men began relaying the orders through the forces, and within moments the Sardonian army lifted their boots and began a light jog to the right of the clashing beasts, aiming to come out to the side of Manda, charge along his side, then turn back in to attack their foe from the right. It would mean that the main horde would join up with Lord Sicarius's forces, but it was the only plausible choice now that the proposed field was taken up.
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Sir Tillion sat on a wooden chair in a room within Unu'keth, full to the brim with Lords and advisors madly chattering to each other about the beginning stages of the battle, and how best to deal with this and that, as well as troop movement.
The aged Elf's eyes were closed as he listened intently to the voices of around twelves of his battle-scouts, all reporting some sort of Godly battle of beasts from beyond this world. Taking this to mean that the Alpha had engaged some sort of similarly sized monster conjured by the enemy Sir Tillion agreed with Commander Holdak's movement and ordered that the beasts be left to fight on their own terms, their sheer size meant that anyone who tried to get in the way would...Well, get in the way.
Opening his eyes Sir Tillion gave Desi a good ol' slap across the cheek, waking the man from his state, and thus dropping the illusion over both Unu'keths...
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Auron's smile vanished entirely as Unu'keth fizzled out of existence in front of him, and began appearing behind. After a moment of silent anger Auron threw his head back in laughter, a booming laughter that would unnerve even the most stalwart of mental specialists.
He couldn't believe he had fallen for a mirage, him of all people. He had to give it to Sardo, they really knew how to squirm. It was too late now, even with the snakes dividing them Auron couldn't forget the gathered army in front of him, whom he could still sense and thus knew they weren't an illusion too. He would have to defeat this force, and then turn around and destroy Unu'keth. Or at least that was the plan so long as it took for his ulterior motive to unfold.
The abominations charge did not slow, but instead began heading right, towards the slithering mass of Manda who was just now slithering the last of his huge length out of the hole he had created. By the time Auron and the first of the fallen reached Manda's path, the snake would be passed and they would have a clear line for the Sardonian forces...
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Toun, who jogged alongside the other Threllosian mages within the army, raised his staff into the air and sent the signal flare high into the sky.
This was the sign for the flanking attacks from the Lords, and also the one from Unu'keth.
Of course Lord Troy would have to move his forces around the tangling mass of the snakes and the bloodbeast, meaning his arrival into battle would be delayed by quite some time.
The distance between the ambushing forces of Lord Sicarius and Tourivil was greater than the main horde, meaning the two sides would clash a while before either force arrived by any normal means of travel.
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Fen couldn't believe his eyes, Faolin had warned him about the mindblowing size of the Alpha worm, and he had thought himself prepared, but he had been dead wrong. Fenrir had seen many huge things in his life, and this worm ranked second in sheer scale, second only to Mount Olympus, and even then Fenrir wondered what hidden lengths the worm had below the earth.
Fen was transfixed on the three huge serpentine creatures when the word came from Commander Holdak to charge to the right flank. Faolin grabbed him and Shane by the shoulder and pushed them into a run with the other soldiers around them, breaking Fenrir's trance and allowing the boy to try and focus on the coming battle...
(Flames, your Orks are now the official front liners since they had the right flank before we were turned around. Neo, your guys would be right beside them, so you're also in the front lines. You two will be the first to clash with the enemy, unless Tourivil makes his army appear right behind/in front of them. Joker, you start charging now and you should arrive very shortly after the battle starts.)
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Posted on Mon Oct 29, 2012 01:12:23
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Once he saw the sign, John said the very first thing he thought of. "CHARGE" He roared in a battle cry, allowing men to engulf him as they ran past. He waited for just a moment, before joining in the run. Needless to say, he was going to enjoy this far more than he should.
Jasper began the jog to the right with the rest of the main force. His pace was slightly slower though, so it might've been obvious to some that he was slowing down intentionally.
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*As Unu'Kuth appeared, So did Tourivil, appearing with a bang, a lone sentinel between the enemy and his home. He raised his little walking stick to the sky, and in a flash of light, the enemy's rear was covered. Twelve thousand desertmen appeared behind him. They stood silently, staring at the foes, thoroughly unimpressed by snake, undead, and whatever other horrors awaited them. Death in battle meant an eternity in paradise, Victory in battle meant becoming a hero. There was no lose. Tourivil raised his walking stick, pointed it to the enemy, and said one word quietly. *
Attack.
*And the desertman began their charge in something more unnerving than yelling or banging drums, they ran in silence. *
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Shane too had been gawking at the enormous creatures when Faolin had pushed him into a run. He had to admit; the sheer size of the two snakes had shaken his confidence a little. He hoped the giant worm, which seemed to be on their side, and Erda could take care of those things. He doubted the giant, winged, fire-breathing Erda a little less though.
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Desi was snap to attention in a millisecond after he had been slapped. “Thank you and goodbye, dear Tillion.” The imp said with a rogue-ish smile and disappeared without so much as taking an earring. Nunamo seemed to have managed to escape the usage of said device also.
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Shilack sped with inhuman speed and dexterity breaking off from the main body of the army he made a gigantic record-breaking leap over Manda’s tail and straight into the enemy.
With a mighty cry of “Cherubim!” he drew his sword, now all ablaze, and cut a swathe through the charging horde. Fire whipped out from the sword as he moved as sharp as an Olympian steel blade and as devastatingly lethal as fire. Abominations fell all around him as he pressed through the enemy allowing himself to be surrounded but also to cause quite a bit of chaos and discord within the creature’s ranks.
(Brunnex to come as soon as I work out their positions in my head)
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Auron leaped from his snake mount effortlessly spinning in the air to land quite some distance in front of even the Fallen at the front of his horde. He stood entirely straight, eyeing up the approaching Sardonians, and then casting but a single glance towards the Desertfolk behind him.
Being pinned between two forces was certainly no ideal way to fight, and there was no real easy fix for this situation. If he turned and attacked the smaller force, then the larger would attack him from behind, and if he tried to deal with the bigger threat first then it would be a great deal of time before he could properly engage the backstabbers. Dividing his forces was the only plausible action, yet it meant his meager horde became halved either way.
Still, not to worry, his plan wouldn't be affected in the least by this new Sardonian scheme.
Just as the first of the Fallen, Lyacoon, charged passed Auron he held up his hand and then let it fall again. Seemingly taking this benign gesture to mean something else entirely the back half of the abomination horde turned on heel and began charging once more, this time towards the desert men of Unu'keth. Each charging abomination horde was now only several thousand each, but the distance between the two would be so insignificant that either horde could bolster it's sister horde with relative ease.
Lyacoon was far ahead of the other Fallen now, his own inhuman speed being boosted by Auron's spell to give him one hell of a running pace. In his hand was his sword, a pale and plain thing, and he wore no armour.
When Shilack leaped into the horde he managed but a few heavily damaging swings of his sword before, in a flash of movement, a steel blade appeared and blocked his own, it's wielder not flinching at all from his superior strength.
The man, or Ferrock rather, that carried the sword that now shoved back and forth with Shilack's was none other than Shalor, Shilor's older brother, and Shilack would most likely know very well indeed that Shalor was an immensely skilled swordsman, if not then he would be able to work it out from the fact he had so effortlessly blocked his strikes.
Jet, wasting no time at all in flaunting his supreme magical power, took flight as he drew closer and closer to the Sardoinan ranks. Raising both hands into the sky Jet began shifting the clouds, instantly adding a dark and sinister wormhole of angry clouds into the sky, and was noticably preparing for some lightning based attacks. By creating a natural storm most magees would realize that Jet hoped to increase his own lightning attacks by simply redirecting natural lightning bolts instead of creating his own, inferior, ones. It was a dangerous and tricky art, but Jet had long passed the point where such a thing would tax him.
Krom fell back with the Unu'keth tackling abominations, even at this range he had already notched and loosed many killing arrows. His arrows seemed to simply phase through magical wards, and the insane range at which he was firing from had no visible affect on his accuracy.
As well as Krom, Taru had turned his attention towards the desertman army, running alongside the first of his abominations his pale elven skin began to shift and change as he activated his iron-skin technique. He drew a short sword from his hip, but anyone who had seen it before would realize instantly that this was not his own blade Tiero, but a standard looking sword of plain steel. That being said Taru was still a dangerous fighter without his sword, and his resistance to physical harm, as well as most magical, meant that he would be no easy customer to deal with.
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Posted on Mon Oct 29, 2012 22:57:01
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The men roared with high voices, voices of pride, bravery and loyalty. The ran forwards, metallic sounds of movement because of their heavy refined armour, gleaming from the radiance from the bright sun that harms ones eyes in the dry desert lands. Swords bouncing on their waists as they move with their lance/spears towards the foul enemy.
In front of that small force of 400 human heavy troopers ran, no different from the heavy troopers behind him and ready to lay waste of the abominations. His torso is left bare with the exception of a bundle filled with arrows strapped around his shoulders. His leggings are the same, dark emerald pants and an impressive belt that held two pairs of short swords. His arms are in motion with his body, going up and down, back and forth with two dual short swords on each hand. The motion of his lungs and breathing had synchronized with his beating heart as he moved toward the enemy.
His rage burst within in him and soon, he was engulfed in a fairly thick yet transparent green aura of fiery motion. His rage is not in its most complete form, but it should be enough to handle the first abomination that he'll encounter in this strike.
He saw his enemies come closer and closer.
His heart beats, faster and 'lighter'.
“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” He roared.
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A bolt of lightning fell from the heavens, surely the first of many that would crack this foul night's sky. This particular lightning bolt was summoned down from Jet, and directed towards the green-aura cloaked warrior that was Leaf, just as he engaged the first few lines of the enemy.
Jet rose higher into the air as the two sides clashed, like two titanic waves of glinting steel and ripping flesh. It was clear that the Threllos planned to deal some damage from above before he properly engaged the enemy on ground level, and that would be most problematic if not dealt with.
Meanwhile Lord Sicarius's men became visible on the right flank, still a ways off they would have quite a charge ahead of them before they reached the battlefield. That being said, just the sight of a reinforcements, and from yet another angle, would drive fear into the hearts of even the most stalwart of foes.
It's a darn shame that these foes feel no such emotion...
(Leaf, you would have managed to attack a few of the Abominations with one or two attacks before the lightning struck.)
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 01:29:21
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"ARCHERS" John shouted somehow above the warcry. As one the three back lines of the oncoming charge slowed quickly to a stop. With precise discipline they notched an arrow, pulled the arrow back at fired high into the air. Their arrows would just about hit the first line of Aurons forces. Their seconds shots, however, would hit deeper into the horde.
Jasper continued to gradually slow down. As soon as he could, he would go 'scouting'
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At the front of Johns army, Mikalu charged on foot. He was looking around for Lyacoon, looking for his foe.
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 05:26:03
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*As his army rushed forth, Tourivil Took a moment to steady his nerves. He was not at his full potential yet. He lacked the emotion he needed to unlock the true strength of his master's teachings. Until he found a foe whom he could get this emotion from, he would have to support his troops.
Thus, he jogged along as his army ran in silence ahead, shields raised to protect from arrows. Tourivil decided to get the attention of his enemies. Thus, he raised his hands in the air, and wooden stakes appeared in the air. six feet long, and sharp as any arrow. He began wind milling his arms in the direction of the arrows, and each time an arm swung, a spike took off through the air. In a matter of moments, he was out pacing even the best archer for sheer numbers of projectiles, and Krom would have some dodging to do. *
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 15:41:19
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The Alpha Worm let loose an earth-shattering cry and six jets of flame from either side of it’s body shot out for several seconds as it flew through the air before the Alpha worm had landed and once again took to the earth except this time it tunnelled along with only a bit of it’s head underground allowing it’s topmost part to stick out. Brunnex stood then as the alpha worm turned toward the snakes again and let loose a mighty barrage of spikes from his palm.
(Brunnex will deal with T just as soon as he is informed by Tillion of him being there.)
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Shilack’s surprise was quickly countered by his resilience. Brun had known he would be there. The leader had racked the minds of all of his followers for their most arduous foes and Shalor was a mortal of epic proportions. The ferrock had beaten M in eight seconds. Of course it had been a simple no-magic fight but one can still admire the sheer speed, physical strength and skill such an exercise would need.
Shilack launched himself backward to give himself some room to think and manoeuvre.
(Am I playing Shalor or are you?)
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Krom saw the huge spikes coming, let loose several quick shots, and then broke off to the right, bow in hand in an effort to escape the targeted area of the spikes.Whenever a spike nearly hit him he would simply turn his shoulder, or on one occasion where he had not enough time to do that he hit the ground and let the spike impale an abomination in the chest. He was moving quickly, and amazingly enough he was still notching and loosing arrows as he ran, his accuracy failing him not.
Taru hit the horde running, his blade slashing to either side in precise and calculated strokes that easily found holes in the desertmen armour, or in the event of failure made them. Swords bounced off of his skin harmlessly and the desertmen could do nothing but die before his impressive little jog into their ranks.
Shalor pulled his sword down slowly from it's position in the air, never taking his blackened eyes off of Shilack, not even to blink. Shifting his left foot slightly Shalor pounced forward with the ferocity of a lion, his powerful wings propelling him as he forced them against the wind. His sword traced the air as a pen traces paper, arcing upwards it's path would cut Shilack's chest deeply if unhindered.
At the same time a second ferrock performed a nigh dead stop high above Shilack, pointing his huge two-handed sword towards the ground, or rather the crown of Shilack's head, letting himself be taken downward by gravity once more the Ferrock fell like a tombstone towards Shilack's head with great speed.
The new Ferrock was in fact Shalor's younger brother, Shilor, and he had lost none of his skill with a sword since his death. Nor had his hypnotic eyes deterred whatsoever...
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All at once the back row of the horde attacking Tourivil's army screamed out in unison and then fell, their backs slashed almost entirely in half by some unseen attacker. The ones that were now the official new rearguard turned around just in time to get their stomachs cut to ribbons by the same invisible force, this time those that were struck first came from the opposite side.
The next row of would be slaughtered were saved when Jet pointed downwards to their left flank, striking only inches from the defeated abominations.
Shino appeared a metre in front of the lightning strike, driving his foot hard into the ground to stop his momentum. His sword was dripping blood and his right arm was out of it's sleeve, though the left remained sheathed for the time being.
The fact that Shino could move fast enough to mimic invisibility, with only one sleeve out, showed that he was indeed even faster than he was when he was fully mortal. Before he was not able to achieve such speeds until both of his arms were released, and as such the restraints on his body and magic were at their smallest. One could wonder what new power that second sleeve held back for the time being..
Looking skyward Shino spotted his attacker, Jet however had moved back to striking at the Sardonian forces with bolts of lightning. Shino grimaced, knowing that he wouldn't be able to move freely until that guy was dealt with.
Activating the earring which was pierced through his left earlobe Shino contacted Sir Tillion and simply said; "Jet is causing trouble, alert Toun." and then he cut off the connection, and was gone once more as he dashed forward...
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The small spikes that Brunnex fired lodged into Manda's hide, but nowhere near deep enough to cause pain to the giant snake. Heedless of it's new spikey passengers Manda reared up off of the ground and opened his mouth, shaking his tongue the huge serpent hissed and spat a small pond worth of venom towards the Alpha.
The hiss was so loud that the nearby soldiers of Sardo winced and covered their ears until it passed. The venom was immensely corrosive, strong enough to melt away solid steel in seconds, and it was travelling fast enough that the worm would almost certainly be splattered by it.
Monda lifted his head up as he neared his brother's tail, and simply began sliding right over his brother's tail instead of trying to get around it. He was still quite a distance from the two monsters, and Erda was now swooping at his face as well as spewing fire wherever he could. The snake seemed to notice the giant dragon now, but didn't seem to overly mind it's attacks...
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When Lyacoon was nearing the fifty metre mark in distance from the Sardonian army he leaped into the air and far, far into the army's ranks, spinning wildly with his sword outstretched as he done so. He came down like a pinwheel of death, clearing a large space in the well organized ranks of Sardo in the space of seconds.
From the moment he landed he began cutting all those around him to pieces, stabbing here and slicing there, all the while knocking aside counterstrikes, or avoiding them completely. He moved with great speed and was outpacing the Sardonian soldiers with ease, and showed no signs of beginning to tire at all.
In relation to Lord Sicarius's troops Lyacoon was several miles, and quite a few rows of both abominations and Sardonian soldiers. The wolf-man was beyond the immediate grasp of any of the counter-guard who were all at the frontline, or the edges, of the army and as such unable to engage him or stop his bloody swathe..
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 18:33:57
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Bah!* Tourivil said, as he ceased throwing spikes at the archer, and again took a moment to focus. He breathed deeply, raised one hand over his head, and made an O with his hand, as if he was holding something. Then, he pantomimed throwing a javelin. A small ball of light flew through the air heading for the ground near Krom. It would be very bad for him if he saw what happened when it hit the ground. Then again, he had no way of knowing this. *
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 18:46:26
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Krom, not actually seeing that Tourivil was the one throwing the spikes and as such not keeping an eye on said blood mage, didn't even see the little white ball flying towards him. Seeing that the spikes were now finished he dropped to one knee and began rapidly dishing out arrow after arrow, each one a killing shot.
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 20:24:07
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*The ball hit the ground in front of him, and exploded in a flash of blinding white light. It was bright enough to burn the eyes, and singe the eyebrows of a normal man, let alone some kind of turbo eyed super archer.
The little ball had another effect. One which a ranged fighter might not like. Tourivil was now looming over Krom, no more than ten feet away, with a rather smug grin. *
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Posted on Tue Oct 30, 2012 20:38:07
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Krom screeched, along with quite a few of the abominations, and perhaps some of the Desertmen but it was hard to say what with all the clashing of steel and the general dying all around. The Archer shielded his eyes with the back of his free hand, but much too late to avoid even the smallest bit of the light-explosion.
Waving his hand frantically around Krom used what very little magical knowledge he had to repair his vision, his most valuable asset and as such something he had learned to heal when damaged. It did not entirely fix it, nor remove the burning ache at the back of his retina, but it meant he could see once more, and that meant he could fight.
When Krom spotted Tourivil, staring him down like some sort of living statue, he notched and loosed a single arrow, then dropped his bow and began drawing his short sword.
The arrow he fired was one that would, if it struck of course, inject a movement impairing toxin into the body. It was a fast acting toxin, but nothing that would kill on it's own, simply make one sluggish and drowsy at most...
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Rend charged when the two armies began to size each other up. He was not the first into the fray but he got there as fast as he could. Like a large wave crashing against a rocky shoreline there was a monumental rush of metal and flesh. Rend and his Orks slammed literally into a wall of Abominations, from the second the two sides met there was nothing less than carnage. As far as the Ork Lord could see his soldiers met with the disgusting enemy, creating the figurative tide of battle, where one could actually see which side had more push, more progress on the other. It was made rather hard to tell after a very short while, as bodies from both sides would temporarily force combatants to step back or lean forwards to avoid losing their footing and most certainly their lives.
Rend brought down his axe with his unnatural strength, splitting apart the shoulder armor of an Abomination while tearing loose and pale flesh from what once could be called bone and cartilage. The creature let loose something along the line of a scream but Rend was unable to tell if it was a cry of pain or of anger… either way it would not be an issue for very long, as he doubted this thing could live much longer without the usage of its entire left arm.
The roar of battle was deafening but there was something that caught his attention, something rather alarming. He had not even noticed that he had driven ahead of the more or less fixed line of battle. His Orks were being pushed back, by the looks of it a quarter of his forces that he had brought were already dead or dying. This was mind boggling his warriors were well trained, well disciplined and they were given the best equipment they could be given. Rend sincerely doubted that his forces could be routed so easily, but he soon found out why. His soldiers were being baited, their natural instinct was to push forward and take the fight to the enemy, but this was being used against them. The Abominations although no doubt instinctual by nature, had at least a basic strategy that was working like clockwork. They would allow one of their numbers to fall, in order to isolate Orkish warriors from their companions behind them when they charged forwards to meet a new enemy. When they moved forwards they would always overstep their bounds and become surrounded and stabbed from multiple directions at once, proving to be fatal almost every time. This was a common tactic in other parts of the kingdom, but Orks did not believe in holding back, their fury generally became overwhelming during the heat of battle, making them easy to trick, easy to predict…. Their weakness to magic was usually the main thing that held them back, and now this was no longer a major issue.
Rend knew what had to be done to save his forces and perhaps himself, even though he was aware of this tactic, it was hard for him to hold back.
“Errrra!” With one swing he smashed apart the chest of an abomination, sending pieces of armor and flesh flying. Without hesitation Rend kept charging forwards. He cut a brutal path leaving behind him maimed bodies and shattered armor, Rend needed to make his way to the far side of the battlefield, in order to warn his second in command of this new and effective tactic being used to slaughter his troops.
Only meters away from his second in command Rend lost his footing. An Abomination had tripped him and sent him crashing to the ground and it was true, the bigger you were the harder you fell.
He tried to get back to his feet but every time he did he was kicked back down, something or someone did not want him to get up and the ground was now rather unpleasant to be stuck on, being very offensive to the senses, even for an Ork, a race legendary for their sometime offensive odor (cleanliness is not quite the first concern of a career solider or determined blacksmith).
“You better keep me dow’n.” Rend kept repeating this statement while his rage bubbled, his blood rushed faster and faster, he could feel his control slipping.
To make things worse he was being stepped on and kicked by others, sometimes by the enemy and sometimes by his own kin, unaware he was the one on the ground, with most of them unable to break eye contact with the horde of Abominations.
After several minutes of being toyed with he finally snapped. His original plan was to remain as calm as possible to set an example for his men, but now this was impossible. He began to see red, perhaps as a result of his fury or quite possibly the detaching of his retina, either way it was now a reality.
With nothing left but bestial rage, he finally broke free of his noisy, smelly and disgusting, wall-less prison.
His tormentor was an unusually large Abomination, apparently one with a tad more than just animalistic rage. This one seemed to take pleasure from toying with its victims, made apparent by its usage of one large sword and one jagged axe, both weapons no doubt made by an Orkish blacksmith and used to kill their Orkish masters, before being stolen and used to kill others.
“Ur min’ now little boy” Rend shouted before charging at the enemy. He brought his axe down with incredible force, knocking down the Abomination, despite the creature putting up a considerable defense. To his surprise he rose back up, and counter attacked.
Rend brought his axe up towards his chest, blocking the sword. But he had no choice but to take the axe. The axe dug into Rend’s side ripping and tearing at the belts of chainmail protecting his underarm.
“ERRRRRRAAAAAA” Rend screamed, his opponent was unusually strong, perhaps as strong as him, his rotting flesh hiding respectable strength. Rend decided to test if these Abominations knew how to fight like he did… dirty.
Rend wedged the Abomination’s axe deeper into his armor, purposely tying up the weapon. He then jerked his body back tearing the weapon from the enemy’s deformed hands. Rend knew his opponent well, despite being only moments into a duel with him, in a sea of death, an ocean of violence around them both. When one knows their opponent, they know how to defeat them this was practically hardwired into Rend’s brain from the day he first picked up a sword.
Rend then stuck his axe out, purposely leaving it just far enough for the Abomination to reach, and sure enough it reached out in a heartbeat. When it did Rend let one of his hands off the axe, jostling back the hyper-aggressive attacker, clearly not expecting the burly Ork to let an opponent grab his weapon so easily. In a split second Rend then jerked back with his one hand still on the large axe, causing his opponent to rush towards him with his own momentum. At the last second Rend turned his body while shouldering upwards, slamming the Abomination’s axe into its chest armor, impaling the beast on Rend’s own shoulder, with the Abomination’s own weapon, still digging into Rend’s flesh.
The large Ork then spoke quietly, just so the Abomination could hear him, caring little if the creature could understand him, or even hear over the bustle of combat all around them.
“Welcome to my world.”
Rend then swiftly ripped the axe from his side, the Abomination still writhing on it, clearly in considerable agony, its own weapon being kept jutting into its ribcage.
The Ork then dropped the Abomination to the ground before booting the axe all the way through the beast, pinning it to the ground while life still shone in its eyes. Rend then placed his foot on the Abominations neck, holding it down while it bled to death, he was not an Ork to play at war, when he fought he played for keeps.
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