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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:05:12 GMT 4
Introduction
Where time is frozen... The place where history has been lost forever...
crossfades to the south continent of Landora
An Axe stood in the harsh snow of the south, but this was no normal Axe, this was the Axe of Chaos and as like all things, nothing lasts forever...
The axe started to glow in a dark purple energy
The seal has grown weak, and the voices of the past will gush out, with all its fury and might...
A huge Blast of dark energy, erupted from the axe, spreading the energy across the continent
The fallen shall rise once again...
Undeads of all types starts to rise from there resting place
" They are not prepared!! " roared a voice coming from the Axe
2 weeks later...
" Welcome my Lord to Wolveshaven, the King is waiting for you my Lord " As one of Guards said. " Well He can wait a bit can't he? " said a young voice in a cheerful way, " no, no my Lord he wants to hear the result of your last quest. " said the Guard " awww well ok, you have a Point there, anyway keep up the good work " said the young voice as he raced of to the castle, which stand in the middle of Wolveshaven, this castle was massive as some describe it, the castle can be seen from miles away.
As the young man got to the castle, he was stoped by a known face, " Masterwolfie " shouted a young women who was in the same kind of armor as Wolfie was in. Wolfie stoped and saw Lara running up to him '' How are you Lara? " said Wolfie as he smiled to her. '' Not much doing the same old, helping others to become paladins, well I am on my way to do that know " said Lara. " Hmm well Its been 2 weeks since I done training duty " said wolfie cheerfuly " I come and help after I seen Uther " said wolfie " Ok then see ya later " said Lara as she ran towards the barracks.
Wolfie began to walk towards two big wooden doors, as he pushed them open he could hear talking from within, as he open the door he saw, his brother Xander And King Uther talking about something. King Uther eyes was drawn towards Wolfie and said " you have returned Wolfie " shouted Uther Masterwolfie walked up the hall towards the group and said " whats going on my king? " , " Hold on Wolfie " said Xander " Don't I get a hello " said Xander " hello Xander " said wolfie in a cheerful voice " Thats better, well anyway, we might as well fill you in when, Elf leader Illuien arrives " said Xander
" Is he still kicking? man hes over 20 thousand years old, what are they feeding him " said Wolfie King Uther chuckled and said " dear me Wolfie, respect your elders "
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:05:38 GMT 4
>>Hmm, Holy Light crossed with...<< I think to my self while reading a book of mine that I had recently bought from one of the Elders. Shifting my self around on the wall I am leaning aganist I start to read again when I hear Isdor holler from below me.
"Ebrithil!"
Standing I put my book in my pack and lean over the edge of the wall to see Isdor looking up at me.
"What is it Isdor?" I ask.
"A meet. Hurry down from there before you make us both late."
I run across the top of the wall and jump over to the roof of a near by house. Still moving fast I run across the roof and jump of the other side down on to the main road in the village. I land with a roll and come up beside Isdor.
"You know it's not polite to show off." Isdor says with a smile.
I answer, "Any Elf can do that." I say as we turn a corner on the way to the meeting hall.
"Yes," He answers, "But most aren't as confident, because they don't have magic boots." The last part with a bit of sarcasm.
"Good point." I say while loooking down at my favorite, and only, pair of boots.
"Good meeting?" I ask knowing that he understands.
"I am afraid not Ebrithil. From the sound of things we will be helping to get some out lying homesteaders in to the safty of the Walled Village."
I nodded my head sadly in understanding. More and more people had to be pulled back behind the walls due to recent Undead activty. One day there had been a flash of purple and every day after that the Undead had been growing in numbers and had started to attack furiously.
We reach the town hall and head in side where the meeting has already started. I notice Reenith flaging me over to where are group is. I walk over and nod my thanks. The Elder begins to speak,
"I am deeply saddened to tell you all this grim news, which you have most likly already guess. We must send out Andor's patrol to lead the people outside of the village in and Isdor's patrol to cover the rear in case of another Undead attack as we retreat. You have your orders my good people...carey them out. And may luck be with you this day." he finishs, but I hear him say one more thing.
"And may what ever gods you know be with you..."
I understand why he says that sadly. It is due to the fact that the Village has already lost 3 Elven warriors. Not due to Undead skill, but because they were swarmed.
I look over at Reenith, Zane(thats what we call him for short), and Isdor. There is one more person in are group. A new recruit named Laveya. A kind spirted young Elf that is friends with Isdor, very close friends. There are expected to get married some time in the next tenyear. I smile, but then a sad thought comes to mind. Drayen, he was one of the Elven warriors that was swarmed by undead. Isdor, Reenith, Zane, and I fought bitterly to get to his cropse so that he would not join the undeads ranks. We did recover him and he now rests on a hill that he often went to to think. He was sadly only 870 years old.
"Come on people." Idor says, "We need to hurry up and head out." We all turn and head towards the northern gate.
On the way to the gate Reenith, Zane and I talk bit about where were headed and things of such nature. On reaching the gate we meet up with Andor's patrol and we all head out. Isdor, Zane, and Laveya all head off to cover the left flank, which is most likly to get attacked, while Reentih and I protect the right flank.
Through most off the retreat nothing happened. All of us were starting to get a bit nervous, we knew that they would attack, and right on time the swarmed over the hills. But there was something wrong. Reenith and I back up a bit more and yell for Andor's patrol to hurry. There are at least 300 undead running towards us down the hill.
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:06:40 GMT 4
In Landora, when the axe blasted its energy forth......
BRRRRRROOOMMM!!!!!!
The quaking earth jarred Hans Flametaint out of his thoughts. 'What the!!!!!!' thought the alarmed young man to himself. He thought to himself again, 'That's strange, my maps indicated this part of Landora was uninhabited. Perfect for my meditational retreat to consider......' and a moaning sound, 'uuuuuhhhhhh......' alerted him.
Ahead of him were several dark figures. Undead. Zombies. They appeared to be freshly risen...... coming forth from the ground itself. Earth and snow still clung to some of their fetid, wretched bodies. They shuffled slowly, but deliberately towards the young dark human, with only one purpose - to snuff out the irritating light of life that shone within him, so that he would join their number.
Hans Flametaint kept his rage under control and rose up. He knew if he allowed his holy powers to retain control of his body for the moment, he'd do a better job of killing these menaces. Not that they were serious dangers, but Hans wanted more time to himself to think and meditate on his issues at hand - and if he killed these undead quickly with his holy powers he'd have more time.
He forced himself to think and focus on his state as a paladin, and forget his own anger for the moment...... and was rewarded. He felt holy energy flood his weapon and his body, and he rushed at the zombies. WHAM!!!!! THWACK!!!!! WHOP!!!!! Soon, six dead zombies lay on the ground, laid to rest by the holy energies.
Hans smiled, but no longer had he barely stepped back towards his tent than more groans sounded. He looked outside and gasped in horror. Not a small group of zombies this time, but HUNDREDS of them were converging!!!!!! Hans Flametaint, alarmed and worried now, looked around and saw a gap in the ring of undead now moving towards him. He let his rage loose, and as the demonic power flooded him, he began tearing through the undead ranks.
He broke through the siege and fled to the coast. There, he jumped into his boat and rowed rapidly, back towards the continent of Kandora. He had to run, but he also knew that nobody would believe his tale - Elves evaded him, because their magic could detect the demonic power in him, his fellow paladins hated him because they thought him a traitor, and demons hunted him, because they hated those who had their powers yet could be sane, normal people. Hans Flametaint decided he'd have to hide, and await the right moment to reveal his discovery.
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:07:05 GMT 4
A lone figure stood alone in the northen hills of Landora, at the foot of the hill was a large mob of Zombies slowly climbing the hill, slowly advancing towards the person. The figure slowly opened his eyes, and his Blood Red eyes glowed with a bright red colour. Then the person slowly raised his hand as if he was stoping the zombies. "Destructive Art 32: Holy Lighting, Rip Open!" The figure said. There was a flash of pure white lighting and the zombies where ingulfed in the lighting, and as the smoke cleared away there was none left. The Person smiled as he turned and began to walk away, but then a Demon appered from nowere and drew out a dagger and stabbed the man in the arm. "Haha! I finally got you Demon Eyes!" The demon shouted. "Feel the pain from my blade as I kill you!!" The Demon said as he pushed the dagger deeper into Demon Eye's arm. "Tell me......What is pain?" Demon eyes said as he drew a sword. "W-w-what???" The demon said with the last of his breath as his head fell off and his body vanished into dust. "By the Way.... Its Roy..." Roy said as he took out the dagger. Not even flinching, for he had a disease....Anhidrosis...The disease were you feel no pain....
Roy ran through the forests and emerged near the coast, watching a boat with someone floating in it rowing away from the coast, which hundreds of Undead had followed him, "Destructive Art 22:Blue Fire, Crash Down!" Roy said as a blue flame irupted from his plam and shot towards the host of Undead, destroying many of the host. Quickly running, Roy moved acrossed the water towards the boat.....
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:08:18 GMT 4
Hans Flametaint watched the blue flame blast through the zombies that had been mindlessly swimming towards his boat, and saw the approaching figure. He sensed demonic power emanating from that figure too, but he didn't perform any hostile actions...... because when one gets defended from a horde of zombies, even if the defender is a demon, to just attack that demon would be a little bit too ungrateful. The figure arrived at Hans' boat and clambered in. Hans greeted the man, saying, 'Well well, you're about the last living thing I've encountered ever since I got exiled from my hometown!!!!!! And, I feel the legacy of the demons within you, the same way that their legacy exists in me as well. What's your name? ??'
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:08:41 GMT 4
Roy threw his hood back and showed his face, his Blood Red eyes shoned and his silver hair flowed in the wind. "Call me Roy, many call me Demon Eyes and for that I am a outcast, for I am Half Demon." Roy said as his wolf ears twiched. "I am also the last remaining Void Knight, a order of Demon Slayers that have been all whiped out." Roy said as he looked closely at the wound in his arm. "I also......dont know pain.....For I have Anhidrosis. Which is a positive and negitive for me." Roy said as he slowly examined Hans, "You smell of Demon, yet you are not a demon, nor half...This is strange..." Roy said as he placed his hand on his wound, a small green light appered and Roy's would was fully healed. "Now let us leave the company of the Undead, Allow me...." Roy said as he turned to face the undead. "Destructive Art 103: Ice Missles, Heaven's tears!" Roy spoke as frozen ice shot out and impaled many of the undead. "Binding Art 1: Whirlpool, Death's bath." Roy said as a whirlpool began, sucking the remaining Undead down to the depths. "Lets go." Roy said as he turned back to Hans. "What is your name?" Hans smiled and said, 'A very polite and stately way to begin a friendship, Roy. Well, my full name is Hans Flametaint, but you can call me Hans. In truth...... few know this secret but since we're both bearing the burden of demonic power in us, which we both know is a curse that we're trying to change into a blessing...... well, I'm the son of Baron Eneld, the famous paladin who's the master of Eneld Court.' Roy's eyes widened and said, 'The same paladin who impressed the Elves so much that he had Elves as his servants?!?!?' Hans answered with a smile, 'Yes......' but his expression saddened as he added, 'But I dare not return there...... my father passed away with me by his side, and he has passed on the estate to me, but I cannot return, or the Elves residing there will flee from me upon sensing the demonic power in me. I need to prove myself as a champion of what's good and noble, before I can return in glory to Eneld Court.' Roy then said, 'I see. Another outcast from the commoners huh? ??' Hans replied sadly, 'Not a doubt about it...... but regardless!!!!!! I shall protect the "commoners" with my very life, and see that the demons and these new-spawned undead will not threaten them!!!!!!' Roy nodded vigorously and smiled, and shook Hans' hand vigorously and said, 'Very well. We can work together on this!!!!!!' Hans nodded in agreement, but he sighted a shoreline approaching and said, 'We're approaching land. Let's set up a camp and rest for the night.' The two men docked the boat and set up a tent, and rested for the night, for fighting the undead that had attacked them while they fled from Landora
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:09:25 GMT 4
Meanwhile Illuien arrived as he stood at the Entrence he said " I heard that Masterwolfie " Xander chuckled...
" Anyway, I might as well tell you, It is true the blast of energy did come from Landora " said Wolfie
King Uther " And this means? " Illuien said " I think The King Theardo, only knows that answer, but hes been dead for over 20 thousand years "
Xander said " I will go to the Dwarf Kingdom and search for answers, you coming Wolfie? " Wolfie said cheerfuly " I can't, I got a date to help a lady with some training " King Uther stood up before Wolfie bagun to walk away and said " Lara will understand Wolfie but desprete times are ahead, and we may have to rely on you and the other paladin lords strength to protect Wolveshaven, I want you to go the Orc kingdom and find your friend Thorkk "
Masterwolfie said " How you know it was lara ? gah never mind, as you wish my King " as wolfie walked out of the Castle, along with Xander...
Illuien said " Uther I have much to tell you, so I be staying here for awhile " Uther said " As you wish Illuien "
Outside, wolfie shouted " Storm " A brown steed with white hoofs rushed to the castle from no where...
Xander said " man that is fast, I need a steed like yours Wolfie " Wolfie said " Well you are what you eat " Xander said " Well anyway good luck on your travel brother after, we should meet near the West bank, I heard its a good place for fishing " Wolfie said " sure " as he rode off in the distance, past the barracks, Lara saw him and said '' Where is he going now? "
Wolfie burst out of the gates of Wolveshaven, and headed West towards the Kingdom of Orcs... '' Man It take a while, I should brought something to read " Wolfie said ...
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:11:37 GMT 4
back to roy and hans
In the middle of the night Roy was sitting on the beach, Staring into the sky thinking about the past. He remembered the time when his father Sasshomaru, who was a full demon, and his human mother Sharessa told him why the kids didnt want to play with him when he was younger 'You Are different from them Roy, you are a gifted person who one day people will look up to you.' His father told him with a smile on his face, then the next memory was ungulfed in flames, and this parents were murdered by a Demon that whent by the name Yigal, and Roy became a orphen. Then he was taken into the Void Knights by Felix, one of the leaders. For the next 4 years he trained and became a Void Knight, and was ranked 1st class. Then the day came when the same demon Yigal came and whiped out the Void Knights, but then the battle was recalled.....
Yigal stood over the dead Felix and laughed "Muuuhahahah! I shall now dine on your flesh!!" Yigal said in his cold dark voice as he prepared to eat the body. All of the sudden Yigal's arm flew off and Roy stood with Zan Gongetzu drawn covered in demon blood. "It ends HERE!!!!" Roy shouted as he threw his sword into Yigal's head, pinning the dead demon to the stone wall behind him. Roy grabbed the sword and pulled it out and chopped the demon's body into pieces, Roy roared in anger as he began to release a dreadful aura among the dead......Not even feeling the pain of losing the people he loved....
Roy looked down at his sword Zan Gongetzu, the sword glowed with a errie red and Roy shook his head. The glow then vanished and Roy layed back upon the sand. 'I have Anhidrosis.... So I will never feel the pain......... I wonder how it feels.....I really dont wanna know...' Roy thought as he gazed into the stars...
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:14:29 GMT 4
A new person enters...
A young man sat by a fire in the middle of a forest near the ruins of his birthplace, Dragonshaven, the old sister city to Wolveshaven, that is, until it was destroyed twenty years prior. He often came here to think on how his life would be if his home hadn't been destroyed, or his family murdered. It was true, his adopted family was good to him, they had told him of his heritage without hesatition. however, something just felt wrong. He was missing something from his past, but he didn't know what, and it was doubtful his adoptive parents knew either.
"What am I looking for..." He said to himself gazing up at the stars for an answer.
This man, Syrius Dragonheart, was tall, and slightly muscular. He wore a white tunic with Mithril bodyarmor over it. His hair was white and his eyes were a deep blue. Upon his back twin longswords were crossed, resting in their sheaths. He'd found these blades in this very same forest. They seemed to emit a sort of "presense", like they chose him for some reason or another. The blades were Goldbrand and Silverstreak.
Suddenly he heard a crack from behind him. He turned swiftly to behold a small force of undead creatures behind him.
"What the?!" He began but was but off when a large Zombie charged forward. It was clumsy, not having any brain to speak of, and Syrius neatly sidesteped it and drew his blades. No sooner had he done this that they began to glow with an otherworldly light.
"What's happening?!" He said but before he could ponder it anymore, he was charged by two more zombies.
he sidestepped them once agian and Deftly sunk his blades into the creatures flesh. The hissed in pain as the light from the blades coursed through their flesh, desentgrating it. The one who was stabbed through the back died instantly while the one which the blade caught his shoulder lost his arm. Syrius kicked the head off the first Zombie who was still clumsily trying to rise to it's feet, and it fell limp to the ground.
The rest of the small band of undead rushed, or rather stumbled toward him. He effortlessly cleaved the heads off of two but a third sunk it's teeth into his shoulder.
"Argh!" Sirius yelled in pain.
He stabbed Silversteak into the Zombies side causing him to let go before cleaving off it's head as well. Syrius had had about enough. Concentrating he formed a sphere of fire in his hand.
"Flame Tempest!!!" He yelled hurling the sphere at the remnants of the undead.
The sphere struck the ground in between the undead and a spread into a dome of fire, incinerating the remnants of the attackers.
A slow mocking applause reached Syrius' ears. He turned to see a shadowed figure in a tree behind him. the only clearly visible feature was his glowing red eyes.
"Well done... It appears you've already started to awaken your power..." Said a voice coming from the shadow.
"You sent those tings to attack me?!" Syrius asked.
"Yeah... So?" The Shadow asked in a mocking tone.
"Why?" Syrius replied.
"To test you of course..." the shadow answered.
"Test me for what?!"
"Can't tell you that right now..."
"Why not?!" Syrius asked beginning to get annoyed.
"Your not ready to know..."
"Who are you?!"
"You really wanna know?" the shadow asked.
"Why else would I ask?"
"You know me well enough..." the shadow replied. "But, perhaps I should show you."
The shadow lept down from the tree and steped into the light of the fire. A shadow was exactly what he was. Standing before Syrius was a mirror image of himself. He had grey skin, black hair and red eyes, and his clothes were a shadowy grey color, however his features were an exact duplicate of Syrius. The blades on his back were shadowed replicas of Syrius' own.
"What...?" Syrius began. "You're..."
"You?" Dark Syrius replied. "That's right."
"How is this possible?" Syrius asked.
"You'll figure it out..."
With that Dark Syrius vanished back into the darkness behind him.
"Who was he...?" Syrius replied.
He sat back down in front of his campfire having only more questions and no answers...
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:16:05 GMT 4
Crossfades to Mnosa
It was midnight, and the hour of siege grew near.
Mnosa had recently experienced a decrease in war activity, and for a year or so they had only had a few skirmishes between rival kingdoms. But now was the true war which would push Mnosa to its limits.
The Undead Army was marching. Nobody had yet figured out where they had come from, but the town militia stood vigilantly for going on three hours guarding the town. Link Kirmoail was among the front lines of defense for the town.
The hour was here as the horn of war blew from the watch tower. The Undead Army was within sight. Link drew the Master Sword from it's sheath at his waist and clutched his shield more fiercely than he had for a year. This might be the largest army Mnosa had faced to date, and at midnight, when his powers were least potent due to the source of his affinity element, Light, being hidden beneath the darkened horizon.
Link could see the first legions of Undead now. The archers on the town wall behind him drew back their bows in preparation of a first strike. The way the undead moved was eerie... They moved extremely slow with what seemed like a limp, but might not have been, and a seeming unholy grace...
The first rounds of arrows were set off. Several undead fell, landing into eternal rest before the shells of their spirits hit the world below them. Soon it would be the warriors' turn...
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:16:50 GMT 4
A formar Demon elf has returned...
It is dark. Night has fallen. It’s time for me to launch my counter attack. A few days ago, while I was spying on a small band of demons, I heard plans of an attack on a small village planned for tonight. I could have chosen to attack then, but there were five of them, each being a greater demon. I could have killed one possibly even two, but five on one would have been suicide. I could have also chosen to go to the village and warn them ahead of time but it would have done no good. The Demon King has ears everywhere. He would know if I warned the village and would have called for more troops. Besides, the people of village would not have believed me anyway. I have earned a bad reputation as a servant of the Demon King, and even if I hadn’t my appearance would make them wary.
My plan is to stop the invasion on my own. There is only supposed to be one demon accompanied by an army of undead. My only worries are about fighting the demon the undead are of no importance.
I sneak into the village and stand on top of the highest building waiting. A few minutes after I arrive, the earth splits open. Flames shoot out of the ground and a demon jumps out of the crater in the earth accompanied by an army of roughly fifty undead, a small fleet, but more than enough to take out an unsuspecting village. I recognize the demon from the time I spent serving the Demon King. His name was Ijup he was of equal rank to me, one of the highest-ranking officers in the Demon Kings army. Ijup has pale red skin a long powerful tail a large muscle bound body, small beady eyes, and a large mouth full of teeth.
“Go, kill everyone. Spare no man, woman, nor child,” Ijup commanded laughing hysterically.
Before the army could spread out, I launch a large fireball from the palm of my hand. It kills all but roughly a dozen of the undead and Ijup. The remaining undead scatter but I jump down from my perch and quickly launch a bolt of dark purple chain lightning. It jumps from one zombie to the next killing all the remainders. Then I turn and face Ijup.
“So Findeco, it’s true that you betrayed your allegiance to the Demon King,” Ijup says.
“I never held an allegiance to the Demon King. He controlled me against my will. But know I have regained my self consciousness and seek revenge for what he’s done to me,” I say.
“You made a big mistake. The Demon King is all-powerful. Even the most powerful warriors are insects compared to him. To oppose him is a guaranteed death. If you were smart you would have stayed on the winning side.”
“I’d rather die fighting for good than rule serving evil. But I’m not here to talk,” I say pulling out my bow, and aiming at Ijup.
True, it is about a time we end this. You were a good soldier. It’s a pity I have to kill you.”
“You were and still are a heartless monster. It will be a pleasure to kill you.”
Ijup launches a fireball at my feet. I jump backwards into the air and fire five shadow arrows at Ijup’s feet. Ijup jumps backwards to avoid my shots. Then Ijup fires blast of shadow energy at me from his hand. I fire another shadow arrow. It splits Ijup’s shot down the middle and flies directly at his head. Ijup barely dodges the arrow and runs at me with a massive black sword forming in his hands. I strap my bow to my back and draw my sword. Sparks fly as my blade clashes with his. I shove off him and create space. Then I launch a stream of shadow energy from my palm. It stretches out and heads towards Ijup. Ijup jumps backwards to avoid my attack, but it bends upwards in pursuit. He slashes my attack in two with his sword. After my attack is split, it bends out and curves back in, piercing his chest.
Ijup crashes to the ground blood pouring from his chest. Even though I landed a solid hit, he still has plenty of fight left in him. He shoots a blast of red energy from his hand. A dark shroud of shadows forms around me and absorbs the worst of the attack. I fly backwards from the force of the blast, and launch a bolt of dark purple lightning. He avoids it and charges me again. I block his sword with mine, but I forget about his tail. He hits me with it, and the force throws me backwards. He jumps after me with his sword. Before he reaches me, several vines covered in thorns wrap around his wrists, ankles, neck and tail. The vines pull tight and drag him to the ground. He begins to struggle and the vines break. The vines restricting his movement give me all the time I need. I raise my palm and six large black tendrils fly out. One wrapped around his neck, another around his tail. The remaining four wrapped around his arms and legs. Even though there was no point, he continues to struggle. The tendrils of darkness are much stronger than the vines. When they pull apart, they rip off all his appendages. Massive amounts of blood shoot out from his body. It is the end of Ijup. I successfully put an end to the invasion.
Now it is time to leave. I run out of the village without making a sound or being seen. I run for miles and miles. I don’t want the Demon King to find me, at least not yet. The sun begins to rise, and I decide it is time to take a rest. I find the nearest tree and jump into it. Once I make it to a high enough branch, I fall asleep, and start to rest for the day…
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:17:46 GMT 4
Meanwhile
Syrius walked through the forest still deep in thought of the events from the night before. Who was that shadow? He looked exactly like him, however his alignment was the exact opposite. Could he have been working for this "Demon King" he'd heard of or was he something else entirely?
The sent of copper flooded Syrius' nostrels breaking him out of his musings. Before him was the remains of a battle, Nay, a massacre. various bodyparts of undead were strewen about and amoung them, the occational twisted limb of a demon. Syrius, covering his nose to avoid the stench of drying blood proceded through the area. Eventually ge came upon the torso of a demon, the head of which was lying a few feet away. Syrius whistled...
"Someone really did a number on him..."
looking around he noticed something peculiar. All the bodys were those of undead with the exception of the demon. There didn't seem to be any evidence of more than one attacker, no blood, no bodies of any humans, elves, or orcs... However there were footprints that seemed to belong to some kind of humanoid but they were few.
"One person did this?" Syrius mused "Perhaps they are still nearby..."
Moving on Syrius noticed something peculiar... A dark haired elf in strange armor was resting in tree. His sword dripped with the black blood of a demon...
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:18:23 GMT 4
Back to Ebrithil
"Look out guys! There swarming!" Isdor yells as we start to pull back.
I hit an Undead hard to the head and it falls off. Another Undead swings hard to the left, and at the same time two come from front. I stab one low, roll over him and come up swinging. I pull back and snap kick an undeads arm off.
>>I hate fighting undead...they just fall apart.<<
I hear Zakain holler from the left, "Ebrithil! I think this would be a great time to use some spells!"
"Sure thing." I answer,"But you guys need to cover me."
"Were on it." Isdor says.
I turn and run back to behind Isdor, Reenith, and the others while we all close ranks. I begin to speak quickly and calmly, considering the fact that Undead are throwing the selves at my friends. I finish my first enchatment, and start on a spell. I hear them talking.
"Whats Ebrithil doing??" Zane asks.
"Getting ready to cast a fire spell from the sound of it." Isdor answers.
They all put up quick protect spells of there own, due to the dangerousness of my way over powered fire spells.
Sudddenly a fire ball, about the size of dwarf, appears behind and above my left shoulder. Then another one behind the other shoulder, they begin to arc out and hit at fairly random spots in the Undead ranks taking out large amounts of undead at each hit. This goes on for a few minutes.
"Umm, Ebrithil...you are going to need to cast on the go...cause we have to go. Now." Isdor says as he turns and starts running back. Fast.
I turn and run.
>>I guess this is no time to try and mix some new spells. Guess I will stick to the oldies<<
I turn and point may hand at the Undead swarm. "Vivsyt-YAN!" a bright blue lightning bolt flys from my hand and hits some Undead strat in the chest which instantly kills several and injures others to badly to continue walking. I look to the gate we are running for.
"Were not going to make it!" Reenith says.
"Oh yes we are." I say as I begin to chant.
"What are you doing?" someone asks, but I am trying to concentrate so I don't answer.
Then Isdor answers. "He is casting Holy Light and something else at the same time."
"What?!? He's trying to cross cast AGAIN!?! Even after the last fire ball that..."
Reenith cuts Zane off. "Not now Zane..not now."
We all make a circle with me in the middle. We have been cut off from the gate I notice so nows the time for the spell. I concentrate hard and say one word while chanting. "Panama."
"Panama!" Issdor yells, "You sure?"
I nod.
"Whats a Panama?" Zane asks.
"Not now." Isdor says while casting protecting spells on the rest of the team.
I finish my chanting and cast it.
"Holy Water!!"
Instantly shining holy water rushs up from the ground and spreads over the undead for several hundred feet killing all undead it touchs.
A few seconds later I look up.
"Wow," I say,"I guess They want be bothering us again soon."
All around us Undead are sizzling and writhing. Most stop moving after a few more seconds.
We all turn and head back inside. We stop the Undead this time, but we might not be so lucky again next time...
Once inside we find out that no Elfs were lost in the Undead attack. We all congratulate each other on a job well done and Isdor give the credit to me for my Holy water spell. The Elders are impressed I created a new spell from mixing Holy Light and Water Spout. They said that it would be added to the scrolls and that they would start teaching the other mages Holy Water as soon as they got it down good.
"Well, I admit. this time your spell mixing worked, but still lets not push it again." Zane says while we are all having a meal in the near by tavern.
"Thank you Zane, but where is your sence of adventure? I know the two fire spells I mixed that one time were a little too intense, but they still worked great and if I ever get swarmed by my self I am going to use it again."
"Well I guess now that you have then one worded they will be a lot safer and easier..." Zane admits.
"With out people like me to make new spells you would still be using...maybe Zinya." I say.
"Ya ya. We are all greatful that you do that, but lets lay off the new spells in the battle field okay Ebrithil?" Isdor says.
"Okay." I answer, "But now that there down you can all use them when ever you want."
"That will be good, even if we can't get it up to your power levels." Reentih says.
I know what she means. I have always been twice as powerful with spells as most.
"Hey whats the name of that fire ball spell you made out there?" Isdor asks.
"It has been named Ebrithil's Fire Duo, but you can call it Fire Duo." I say with a slight smirk.
"Thanks I am going to go practice now."
I head out the door to do some reading, but I am meet by one of the Elders.
"What is it Elder?" I ask.
"You must come see."
"Come see what?" I ask.
He just nodds for me to follow. We walk up to the top of the wall and I see it. Out on the horizon I see a dark blur.
"No...it can't be..." I say, "Can it?"
"Yes. An army of undead."
"Do you think that it is an organized?"
"No." He answers. "It is just a group headed this way. Probably no more than a few thousand, but with such small numbers they will swarm this small village and destroy us. Someone must run for help."
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:19:09 GMT 4
back to hans Hans Flametaint awoke in the morning, to see Roy already outside, casually playing with a sea slug he had found crawling in the rock pools on the beach. As a half-demon, Roy was immune to normal poisons such as those of the sea slugs. Hans said, 'I'm awake, Roy. Now come, we must move. I'm hoping to find the abandoned village of Wuk'nol up ahead...... there, we can hide while making our next plans.' Roy nodded, and the two men packed up what little goods they had and set off. The two trudged inwards, away from the coastline, for if the zombies had found more boats to come in it'd only result in more fighting and delays, and to both Hans and Roy, time was important. They strode in long, rapid strides, heading through the forests and navigating by Hans' maps and the small compass he had that was given to him by a kindhearted dwarf. Of all the races, dwarves treated Hans with the most kindness - demonic powers were nothing to them, for they weren't afraid of demons, nor undead since they held themselves to be among the stoutest of all the races. Halfway through the forest, Hans paused. Roy, who was right behind him, bumped into him. 'Ooogsch!!!!!' gasped Hans when Roy collided with him. Roy said, 'Oof!!!!! What's the deal, man, stopping like that?!?!?!' Hans said quietly, 'I thought I heard something moving, and......' he was interrupted by an axe being placed on his neck, as a rough, deep voice said gruffly, 'You're not wrong, smoothskin. Now...... explain why you're trespassing in Ugraetin Town, territory of Orcdom, before I push this axe in deeper!!!!!' Hans said softly, 'I wouldn't do that if I were you, orc...... you haven't seen what happens when I let my anger take control.' The orc laughed and said mockingly, 'Oh really? ?? All the smoothskins do when they get angry is release a barrage of silly profanities and scream as they die. What difference are you from them? ?' Hans smiled and said, 'Well...... watch THIS.' And he let his anger loose and transformed into his demon battlemage aspect. The orc stumbled back, gasping in horror. He would've fled, but Hans, with one mighty jump, caught the orc's legs and tripped him up. He turned the orc over and put his deadly red claw at the orc's throat. The orc, now shivering from terror and his greenish face pale and a complete mask of fear, said with a shaky voice, 'Spare me...... don't kill me...... I.......' Hans smiled and said in the deep voice of his demonic aspect, 'Why shouldn't I kill you? ? It'd bring no problems to me if I did so......' and the orc closed his eyes and his lips moved silently - doubtless some kind of prayer to his ancestral spirits. But Hans' fierce face relaxed, and as he let the rage dissipate, slowly he changed back to his human form, let the orc go and allowed the orc to stand up, and he said softly, 'But you're fortunate, orc...... I am one of the few who have retained the power of good nature within myself. Perhaps this is the result of my extensive paladin training. Now, tell me this - are we in Orcish territory now? ?' The orc, now calm and much less haughty, said, 'Yes, smoothskin, we're in the vicinity of Ugraetin, one of the newer townships of my people......' Hans said to Roy, 'What do you think of going into Orcish territory? ? We of the demon-touched ones won't be accepted by our own...... so it's as good as a gamble if we try approaching the orcs. What say you? ?' Roy shrugged and replied, 'Well, your call. What do you say? ? I'll follow you no matter what's your decision.' Hans told the orc, 'Well, take us to Ugraetin. And......' at this point Hans' face relaxed into a friendlier look and he smiled and asked the orc, 'What's your name? ?' The orc replied, 'Lo'gar. They call me Lo'gar, smoothskin, which means "Mighty Axe" in your language.' Roy said, 'Impressive name. Maybe someday we could have a mock battle, my sword against your axe. What do you think? ?' The orc grinned and said, 'Good, I like that idea. Now come, smoothskins!!!!!! I shall lead you to Ugraetin.' Hans nodded and said, 'Lead the way, good Lo'gar.' The orc led them towards the orcish township.
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Post by masterwolfie on Jun 6, 2008 2:19:42 GMT 4
Meanwhile
Lendranie Swiftstroke ran through the woods, with nothing but her mission in mind, as she recalled the words that her priest mentor and her ranger mentor told her, 'Investigate the dark presence at Thaldar Tower. Thaldar Village hasn't sent word to us for days and we fear something's going on there.'
Onwards she went, deftly dodging branches, stones and other such obstacles, as graceful and agile as a panther. Finally, she came upon the wellworn path that indicated she was approaching Thaldar Village. However, something was wrong with the sign that was planted there. It normally read, 'Welcome to Thaldar Village. All elves, humans and dwarves will be entertained,' but something that seemed like dried blood had blocked out the letters. Lendranie looked at it, and her senses warned her to move swiftly.
She moved with more speed, running faster than ever now, down the wellworn road, and finally she arrived at Thaldar Village; or more accurately, what was left of Thaldar Village.
For elven zombies, and skeletons, as well as some human and dwarven undead too, roamed freely across the village. Several desperate elven soldiers and mages were trying to oppose them, but they were defeated. Evidently the reason why Thaldar Village failed to send word to its neighbouring villages about the recent skirmishes with the undead, was most probably because the skirmishes had turned into a battle; a losing battle.
Lendranie Swiftstroke gazed, but she was a Sunbringer, trained to react and react swiftly to any threat. Out came her bow, rightly named Sun's Flight, and out came five arrows. With a sharp twang, all five arrows flew, and all five hit one undead each. Bright bursts of light and fire occurred when the arrows made contact, and five zombies fell. The undead now turned, and realised the new arrival on the battlefield.
Lendranie shouted to her compatriots, 'Rally together and drive them off! I'll provide ranged cover for you!' She dexterously swung herself up into the branches of one tree, swiftly sent four arrows flying into her opponents, then jumped off that tree onto the rooftop of one of the ruined houses of Thaldar and ran swiftly across it, putting five arrows into the undead with a swift strafing run, and she somersaulted onto another roof, and in mid-somersault, put ANOTHER arrow into a skeleton!
The elves there were amazed by her swift agility, but they rallied together, and slowly, backed up by Lendranie Swiftstroke's continuous barrage of arrows, nothing was left of the undead before long. The Sunbringer jumped off the roof and addressed her people, 'Hail, compatriots! What has gone wrong here?' The wounded elven captain, still panting after the exhausting battle, answered, 'Our high elder went insane, and he said the dead spoke to him. He suddenly destroyed the Wards of Peace protecting us and allowed the undead in. He,' and a sinister laugh echoed from the high window of the Thaldar Tower.
The high elder looked out and laughed mockingly. He said, 'Fools! Watch the darkness fall upon this land!' Lendranie Swiftstroke looked up and said softly, 'I don't think so, elder. Forgive me, but to all who are fallen, it is my duty as a Sunbringer to purge them from this world! Fire of the deep world's heart, obey my cry! Burst forth, and consume the unworthy!'
And the elf lifted up her hands, as a bright, fiery energy radiated from them. BOOM! One explosion rocked the foundations of the tower. BLAM! Another one shook the tower from its large base to its very crown. WOOMPH! The last one undermined the tower's foundations and the tower toppled with a crashing sound to the ground.
Lendranie walked over to the ruined tower fearlessly, and she saw the high elder, gasping, pinned down by stones and rubble, in his dying throes. He coughed up some blood, and said in a failing voice raspily, 'Fools! My death here will mean little! For now, the scourging of this land,' he paused, and coughed up one more gasp of blood, and said, 'begins!' and his head flopped to one side as he died at last.
Lendranie Swiftstroke shook her head sadly and gave the high elder one last honorary bow. She then turned to the elven captain and told him, 'The undead march on us with ever increasing numbers. You must warn the other inner villages, before this march reaches the townlands! I will go to the outer lands to see what is actually happening. The other peoples must be warned of what is transpiring. Al diel shala!' The elven captain nodded and moved off with his company of survivors.
Lendranie now ran, faster than ever. She feared for the fate of the outer villages of her people. She worried that the undead had infiltrated further into her homeland than the elders of her people had thought.
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