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| Topic Started: Sep 8 2008, 04:05 PM (1,006 Views) | |
| Jakrah Ketoro | Sep 9 2008, 09:10 PM Post #11 |
Haven - Elf
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Jakrah and twenty other Rangers was relaxing in the pub of a small elvish town when a badly wounded elvish scout crawled in. The bartender gave him some water and asked him what happened. The scout managed to tell the story of the goblin army attacking An-Havva before he died from his wounds. Jakrah and the other Rangers immediately rode off towards the city, rallying others they found along the way and hoping that they weren't too late. |
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| Oziren | Sep 10 2008, 12:21 AM Post #12 |
Neutral [+] Draco
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Oziren wasn't sure why she followed him into the city. There was so much chaos all around and dead bodies laid everywhere. However, if Oz had anyone worth fighting for that would be her loved ones and the young ones as well even if she didn't know them. She could hear so many of them crying and screaming, but a few of them she could hear close by. Oz began to quicken her pace, pushing away anyone that came across her path, for she was anxious to get there in time to save them. As she came across a dead end alley Oziren could see three young elven girls huddled together in fear and two goblins ready to kill them with their swords dripping with blood. Their evil laughter almost matched the loudness of the girls terrified screams. One of the goblins stepped forward with its sword ready to strike down and one of the little girls screamed louder. Black blood burst from one of the goblin's mouth and spattered across their small faces. Their eyes widen as they saw the goblin fall down. It's motionless body lay on the floor, blood began to form into a puddle next to it, and several daggers that were scattered from the back of its head all the way down to its back were glowing a fiery red color. Only till the goblin give its last breath did the daggers disappear seconds later. "I wouldn't step any closer to them if I were you..." she grinned to the other goblin. The enraged goblin began to charge towards her but she was too quick for him. Again two daggers glowing a fiery red appeared in her hands ready to strike. Oz parried his sword away from her with her main hand dagger and with her off hand dagger slit its throat in a matter of seconds. The goblin quickly dropped its sword as he clutched his throat with both hands. It slowly staggered to the ground and another lifeless body lay on the ground a few minutes later. "You're safe now," she said while wiping some of the blood off their faces, "I need you to stay quiet for they will hear you." Two of the girls nodded their heads and the other softly whispered, "Ok." Oziren desperately looked around the alley and saw the huge lid of the underground sewer. She stood up and quickly walked towards it. Her hands were glowing a bright blue as soon as she grabbed the lid which she easily lifted off from the ground. "Quickly, get inside" the frightened girls ran towards the sewer and climbed down the ladder. "Stay here until its safe and remember to stay quiet," she managed a weak smile to reassure them that they will be alright. After she sealed off the sewer hole Oz closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she shook her head in disbelief. Memories of her past began to flood her mind and the infamous blood thirst that she gets during battles began to stir deep within her. More deep breaths she took in so as to control herself. Oz didn't want to get involved with the battle going on in the city, but she decided that she will for the sake of the young ones, since killing them is crossing the line in her book. "Ok, here we go..." Edited by Oziren, Sep 10 2008, 12:33 AM.
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| Akaron | Sep 10 2008, 02:39 AM Post #13 |
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Akaron was forced to travel at a slower pace than his commander Sendokaze, for he knew that stealth wasn’t his strong suit. But, the second gateway of An-Hawa was now in sight, and the city was in flames. It seemed that Lord Sendokaze had arrived a bit earlier than him, which was to his advantage. Thanks to the city now being alerted to the attacking force, guards had been pulled away from the second gate in order to attack the invading force or deal with the fires. Akaron smiled underneath his helm as he gave the order for his crossbow snipers to fire upon the remaining guard; they died quickly and without much noise. Approaching the gateway, Akaron inspected the large double doors that sealed the city and protected it from invaders. His commander had warned him that magical incantations had been laid upon the door and that these would make it hard to breech, but Akaron was not concerned with incantations as much as he was the sturdiness of the exceptionally large doors. The doors were made out of nice, solid wood, but it wasn’t even reinforced; with only its natural thickness and already weakened spells holding it shut, Akaron prepared to open the gate to the city and allow his goblin troops to swarm in like a horde of locusts. Akaron unhooked his giant flanged mace from his belt, and lifted the rather large weapon above his head; with this action all the troops standing behind him grew deathly quiet, for it was not everyday that one got to see the might of Lord Akaron's mace in action. Breathing slow, deep breaths, Akaron focused his mind and body. Then, he swung his mace down with all his might, smashing it into the door. The was an ear splitting explosion as the physical might of Lord Akaron's blow shattered the great ancient doors of the gateway to An-Hawa. The doors exploded into a deadly shower of wooden daggers that shoot forth like arrows from the force of his blow, killing the few guards that were on the other side; all that remained of the gate were small bits of wood that hung uselessly from mangled metal hinges. There was a reason that Akaron claimed the title of the strongest being alive, and this was proof of his great might. With that Lord Akaron signaled his troops to move in, warg riders leading the way with torches and lances, with the footmen and crossbowmen following right behind. The goblin soldiers threw their torches upon nearby houses, setting them ablaze, causing even more chaos and mayhem, sending the city into total disarray. They were now besieged on both sides, each force of five thousand highly trained goblin troops lead by the two most powerful beings in the Necropolis. "Slaughter any that crosses your paths, let not one man woman or child escapes this city alive. Make these puny elves and men quake with fear not before seen in these soft peaceful woodlands, fill them with terror unimaginable, then once they cower before you, send them straight to fiery bowels of the abyss!" Akaron's orders were loud and clear, and the goblins needed little encouragement to do what they did best. But there were a few that acknowledged his commands, these were the elite of his warriors, those he had personally trained, each bore the symbol of a red castle upon a rocky plain upon their armor. They would follow his orders to the letter and even show a small amount of honor in their massacre of the surprised elven city. Each of these goblins was taller, muscular and better trained than the other rabble that swarmed through the city, and woe to any that meet them in combat. Sheathing his mace at his side, Akaron proceeded into the city to oversee the attack and kill anyone foolish enough to get in his way. But what he wanted most of all, was to find a challenging opponent here in this soon to be mass grave. With that, Akaron waded into the carnage, killing any elf or human that happened to be unfortunate enough to cross his path. With nothing more than a blow from his large fists, Akaron crushed their bodies with his great strength and cast their life less husks to the blood soaked streets. To onlookers, Lord Akaron would look like some sort of giant monstrous golem of a man, smashing bodies with nothing more than a touch of his hands before he cast aside their corpses as though they were mere trifles in his way to his objective. "Is there no one who can provide a challenge to me in this city!" cried out Akaron, his interlocking full plate already drenched in blood that exploded out of his victims bodies. |
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| Lord Sendokaze | Sep 10 2008, 03:40 PM Post #14 |
Necropolis - Wraith
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As the goblins continue to attack and burn the city, Sendokaze walked calmly forward. Though there were fires raging all over the city, the air around Sendokaze always seemed to be cold. There were a few elves that tried to attack him (he beheaded all of them), but most was smart enough to avoid the deadly Wraith. Sendokaze's mission wasn't to kill, it was to find, and so he left the work to the goblins. Soon he reached a large stone temple where the book is said to be held in the crypt. It was guarded by two Haven Knights and several elf Rangers. The Rangers charged first, but Sendokaze used a couple of black mana beams to bring them down. The Haven Knights was a much bigger problem; their armor was able to prevent black magic from penetrating it and so using magic wasn't an option. The first knight charged and Sendokaze crossed swords with him. Two more blocks then when the Knight was off guard, Sendokaze stabbed him in the stomach. When the first Knight fell, the second one charged. Sendokaze lifted him up by the neck and used his Black Breathe. Moments later, a headless body collapsed to the ground. Just then a priest came out of the doors and when he saw the Wraith, he tried to run back in. Sendokaze let lose a flurry of black mana beams and killed the old elvish priest. Just when he was about enter the temple, he felt several daggers flying past him. Turning around, he saw a Ranger standing there. Sendokaze drew a breathe and said, "You fool. No man can kill me." |
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| Phantom | Sep 10 2008, 04:52 PM Post #15 |
Haven - Draco
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Phantom moved quietly through the forest, not wanting to attract more attention. Along the way, he noticed that there were dead bodies everywhere. Most of them were elf scouts and Rangers. They probably saw the army moving and needed to be silenced. As he traveled, Phantom looked up at the sky and saw it was illuminated by the fire. He could smell the smoke, even though the city was still a very long distance away. As he moved closer and closer towards An-Havva, Phantom saw there were others heading towards the same destination. He decided to join them. The more, the merrier. |
What am I? I am death!
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| Viclo Haram | Sep 10 2008, 05:41 PM Post #16 |
Haven>>Ranger>>Cenurian
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Viclo's dagger's flew past the man in the cloak. The man noticed them and turned around. When the man's gaze fell on him, Viclo froze with fear. He wanted to run away, but his duty and honor told him to stand his ground. That was no man facing Viclo. No man could exude evil like he was. As much as Viclo wanted to run, he had to stand his ground. Viclo took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "It's a good thing I am not a man." Viclo dropped to all fours and started to transform. His face lengthened, fur grew out of his skin and clothing and claws grew out of his fingers. After a few seconds he was fully Panther, with a gold stripe down his back. As an animal, he felt less fear than as a person. A growl ripped from his throat as he ran at the creature. He jumped and aimed at the man's throat. This was probably not going to work, but he needed to stall the man until back up came. |
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| Lord Sendokaze | Sep 10 2008, 08:08 PM Post #17 |
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Necropolis - Wraith
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Sendokaze simply stepped to the side as the panther tried to jump on him. He tried to stab the panther, but it dodged him. He had no time to waste with Cenurians, especially when he had a mission that needs to be accomplished. If the Cenurian wants to play, he would have to play with someone else. Sendokaze summoned five shadows and ordered them to surround the Ranger. "You are lucky I don't feel like killing you," Sendokaze said. With at, he turned to leave. The shadows immediately began moving forward. |
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| Amy Watanabe | Sep 10 2008, 08:29 PM Post #18 |
Neutral - Elemental
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Amy was spending the night in a pub of a human village just a few miles away from the forest. She was in her room reading a book on the history of spells when she heard someone shout that An-Havva was under attack. She dash onto the porch and looked towards the direction of the elvish capital. Indeed the sky over the area was illuminated by the fire and there was smoke rising into the night sky. Even from those distance, she could hear the screaming and shouting. Amy decided she needed to help out the Haven. She wasn't part of them or share their beliefs, but she can't let innocent people die. Despite warnings from others, Amy got on her horse and rode into the forest, fully aware of the dangers she was about to face. |
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| Phantom | Sep 10 2008, 09:19 PM Post #19 |
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Haven - Draco
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Phantom rode with the group into the city, but they quickly dispersed, as all of them were fighting different opponents. Phantom cut down several goblins and used his light magic to kill several more. The damage was worse than he thought. It looks like the city was attacked from two sides. Necropolis bastards, he thought to himself. As he continued his way through the city, he killed every single goblin that came in his path. Then he saw what looks like a commander. A human wearing heavy armor. "Hey rustbucket!" Phantom called out, "care for a fight?" |
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What am I? I am death!
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| Akaron | Sep 11 2008, 12:26 AM Post #20 |
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As Akaron continued to slay any elf that happened to cross his path, he began to grow board. This was not a fight he wished to continue if this was the best the elvevs could offer him; none of them had even survived a single blow, but then again, not many did. Suddenly, Akaron heard death throws, but not those of elves, but of goblins. Turning, he saw he saw a man on horse back cut down two goblins with a matched set of white and black short swords call out a challenge to him. This man had some skill as it was hard to master wielding two weapons at once, but his manner of addressing him was poor, although the challenge was clear. Turning to face the man who rode to face him, at his height of seven feet two inches, he looked the man right in the eyes. Smiling under his helm, he led up his hand as a single to give pause in combat, than gave a knights salute to the man who had offered him the challenge. "I, Lord Akaron, accept you challenge boy; but I say we make this a Knights Challenge, according to the code of honor that all knights must follow, you issued the challenge and therefore I get to choose the rules. I declare that our duel shall be with noting more than our bodies and weapons, no magic, no spells, just our might and weapons for the fight. Do you accept these terms, or would you bring dishonor to yourself and all those who serve under you by denying me the right of the code and the measure of knighthood? If you accept, dismount, give me your name and let us meet upon the field of honor as men!" Lord Akaron's voice was loud and clear, the tone of which was filled with pride and anticipation. The goblins around him quickly scattered, knowing that their commander was about to get serious. Even the few elves around him who were about to strike the now "defenseless" man, but stopped cold in their tracks, almost as if they could see their deaths at the hands of the blood spattered giant who stood before them, his interlocking plate dripping with gore, a mace larger than they had ever seen, still clean having not been drawn once since he had entered the city, hanging from his belt. They feared what he would be able to do with that weapon if he unsheathed it. Akaron still stood in a neutral stance, his hand held up as a signal for pause. He wondered if this man would be worthy to use his full power against, or if he was just another dishonorable piece of rabble with fancy swords ready to be crushed by his might. If this man continued to ride down upon him, he would knock him from his horse and kill the honorless, disrespectful whelp. |
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