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| Bhryn Astairre09-06-03, 05:53 PM | (( welcome... to the desert of the real... ...worth a try. This is the thread for the war upon Celestia. It seems it's taken far too damn long to get started, I'm impatient as are a good few so let us get this show on the road! Choose your sides, pick up your arms.. for with the dawn, after the night's terrors.. comes a new hope...!)) The hour is peaceful.. the hour is quiet.. as over the field steals the valiant. In their slumber have too many died, where today the proud take stand. To the walls of white, to push back night, to live til another day and find equilibrium. Let all those come and see, then all come as one, for the fight emerges clear betwixt the Succubi-like Jalil, and the broken Paragon. ((:P hehe poetry )) And she waited, by the walls, inside the golden gates... and she waited... |
| Kirion Violatta09-07-03, 03:07 AM | With in the walls walks a silent figure. He looks about with a heavy sigh, because he knows many will soon die. He continuse to walk alone for the time, until he hears the call to arms. Blade in hand he will make his stand. Kirion Violatta makes amend. ((poetry is fun)) |
| drowsbane09-08-03, 07:10 PM | Talon crouches on the wall, his cloak fluttering behind him in the slight breeze. He looks out upon the lush grasslands knowing they will soon be stained the color of red. . o O(So many times, so many wars, so much blood.) He draws his scimitar and cradles it in both hands as he looks at the ornatly engraved blade. . o O(Once again, we are called to battle. Despite everything, I find myself yearning for it. Its the thrill of battle I enjoy, I think. It has become the incessant loss of life I grow weary of.) He sheaths the blade as he stands. Talon turns to walk away, pausing to cast a final glance over the soon to be battlefield. He gazes over the grasslands for a moment, then walks away, patting the hilt of his scimitar, as it waits patiently to drink the blood of his enemies once again |
| Kierian Dorel09-08-03, 07:46 PM | Standing quietly near the gates, Kierian paces slowly up and down the walls, checking to see if there is anything that can be done last minute to help their defenses. .oO{If we had months, we could make these walls and our defenses that would never be breeched. But we don't have months, we don't have days, and maybe not even hours...} Sighing slightly, he shakes his head and turns heading for the gates once more. Stepping through them, he glances down to Bhryn, grinning in a way that offers confidence as he pats her lightly on the back. "You know Bhryn, I think I've taken a liking to this place. Granted, you definately need more trees here, but that's something easily overcome. After we win this battle, I may just decide to move in here." With a full, hearty laugh, he gives Bhryn a gentle nudge with his elbow as he looks out the gates to the soon to be battlefield. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-08-03, 09:18 PM | sniffs in a knowing way as she stands straight as an iron rod, her dark eyes never once leaving that which sprawls beyond the Gates. "I know what you're staying for.. the soldiers will be rallying soon, gathering... I will need to give them that fun speech I'm always expected to give. Do you have a spell to augment my voice so it carries to them?" |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-09-03, 01:12 AM | A powerfully built Dwarf male stands before you, his powerful form seemingly carved from Stone itself, tall for his race he stands at about five feet, nearly two and a half wide at the shoulders. Handsome for a dwarf with sharp block features, and a wide but not unflattering nose, his eyes though are beautiful like two gleaming sapphires curved from the purest rock, his beard a shining flame red, falling down to his waist, it’s well kept looking to be as soft as silk, it’s braided into five braids of equal length, a golden adamant bread ring keeping them in place, engraved with dwarven runes. Pulled over his head you notice an ornate Adamant helm of dwarven craftsmanship, guarding his nose, and cheeks, but still allowing him a full range of vision, set in place trimming the edges a length of Electrum set with three gems, two rubies near the cheek, and a blue diamond near the nose guard, above it curved deeply into the metal the rune of the King of Brightaxe hall, a mountain standing higher, and prouder then those about it. From there your eyes are drawn to his armor adamant like his helm he wears an ornate suit of dwarven plate, and from the mere sight one can tell it’s a masterpiece the highest form of a proud peoples craft, the breast plate, set with dwarven runes, trimmed with electrum, and mithral, allowing a full range of movement, and dispersing the weight in such a way that the one who wears it will not become overly tired, from there your eyes are drawn to two shoulder pads, and armguards of the same metal, and design, the arm guards tucking into the shoulder pads, them making their way down in an overlapping fashion strapped tightly over incredible fine Mithral chain, the guards, and shoulder pads are once more Ornate, and elaborately decorated trimmed with Electrum and Mithral, from there your eyes move down to a pair of gauntlets, leather with adamant plates riveted into place, dwarven rune work running about their length. From there you eyes move oddly to a relatively simple wide leather belt cinched at his waist, large adamant studs riveted into place. Once more moving downwards, your eyes fall upon skirt made of fine mithral chain with comes to his knees, a breech clothe made of adamant plates running down the center from the belt over top the gap that allows a full range of movement. His boots though are relatively simple plain dark brown leather, set with plate over top the toes, and ankle to keep them safe. He’s as well armed as he is armored, in his right hand rests a beautiful dwarven war axe, made entirely of adamant, the grip wrapped in a dark leather the same color of the axe itself, moving from the grip, you come to the heft, inscribed with dwarven rune work it tells the tale of the Soul Forgers creation of the dwarven race, finally you come to the axe blade itself, the back end of the axe head, curved to resemble that of a volcano erupting, the flames forming the axes massive jagged pronged head, strapped across his back a wide headed war hammer, balanced perfectly for throwing, the broad head set with the dwarven runes for lightning and thunder, on his left arm a wide shield which starting at the shoulder tapers down to form a wide point, the edge of the shield trimmed with dull electrum, the center of it set with the rune of the Brightaxe clan. A Dwarven King stands before you, eyes burning with intensity face grim save for a warm grin ever so often. He moves as quickly as a Dwarf can marching towards the gates at an unweavering pace, his axe resting lightly on his shoulder, eyes burning as he heads towards the gates, boots stomping hard into the ground, he grins deeply at a memory of when he was a younger Dwarf, of a time spent in battle alongsid a spikey haired youth with a massive great sword, now long dead, sighing wistfully he turns to bark some orders to the Dwarves following behind him, his voice deep, powerful and commanding Hurry up ye lot, we're late enough as it is...we ain't wanting ta be getting there for tha war te be over wit now do we? He grins deeply with pride looking out over the group following behind him, Two hundred of the toughest, meanest, smartest Dwarves in his kingdom, he does the math in his head again Twenty Five Defenders, a hundred warriors, fifty crossbows, Nine priests, one War Priest, five seige experts, ten of his best craftsman, ten Battleragers, and five Slayers. Grinning deeply he turns back as he heads to the gate a mile or two off in the distance after a long hard march. Finally making his way to the gate, he takes a Long horn made of Dragon bone, and taking a long breath, he then proceeds to blow into it so loudly the thing shatters, he looks up at the shocked Guard standing over the wall, and in a deep commanding voice I'm here ta see tha... He stops for a moment trying to remember what Ashterus told him his sisters title was and not rightly being able to put his finger on it scrowls deeply, and snorts deciding to go with what he remembers I'm here ta see Bhryn... |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-09-03, 06:57 AM | Hoofbeats from the west......a single horse and rider......he calls out to the guards standing before the gate, he is armed and armored, bearing a tabbard with the sigil of the Knights of the Rose...... OPEN THE GATE!!! I NEED TO SPEAK TO WHOMEVER IS IN CHARGE!!! |
| jeajea09-09-03, 11:22 AM | Beside Bhryn, a wavering of silvery mist resolves into the form of a male Avariel. He no longer wears his robes, but is now clad in the finest mithril platemail. His two swords hang freely at his sides from the belt which also has a number of pouches attached to it. With a small and distinctly grim smile, he bows to Bhryn. With an air of formality, he declares, "I come to serve you in times of war. My Godess has bid me so. I have brought an army, but they are yet some distance hence." He motions out past the gates of Celestia. "In the meantime, I present myself and my sister to you. We are both at your disposal." Then he shrugs a little, loosing all his formality, and pokes Bhryn's armour. "This isn't much of a homecoming party, though, eh? We'll have to have a get-together sometime, and really... do something about that hair..." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-09-03, 04:39 PM | Blinks as she's suddenly attacked by a menacing finger, and grins at Jea from her spot behind the Gates, "Hey, nothing's wrong with my hair, Dante loves it perfectly fine as it is. Welcome Lyzar, too. Celestia thanks your Goddess for her hand at this time." Opens her mouth to say something, spotting the dwarf and blinks, taken completely aback. What is it, the Dwarf Convention in Celestia these days?! As graciously as she can manage in such a state of shock, smiles, "Good day, I am Bhrynovyl Astairre Strife Iriden, Paragon of Celestia how... may..." A blinks again, my word is everything happening at once as her eyes travel to the single rider. "Halt sir, go no further I bid you." Steps towards the Gates, still having not opened them for either dwarf or rider. "How may Celestia be of service? I am in charge here." murmurs in Celestial, for Jea's ears: "Good grief.. never a moments peace!" |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-09-03, 05:10 PM | Grins deeply at that, watching Bhryn for a long while, wondering if her player missed the army behind him ;), grinning as he notices signs of her Father in her stance. He goes to speak only for his Herald to start to open his mouth, and being speaking, he thumps the other Dwarf a good one in the shoulder muttering for him "Ta shut tha hell up, and let ma do tha talking. His grin widening, and in a deep voice commanding voice of a King. I be Thorik Brightaxe, King of Brightaxe Hall come again, Blood Brother ta ya Da, Cloud Strife'iriden, Moradin rest his soul, and God Da, ta ya nephew Astair, and why be I here Lass, well surely ye can figure that out for ya self, I'm here to kick Arse with ma troops, and honour ya Da's memory by defending his home like it be ma own...now ya going ta open tha gates so us coming late ta tha party can get ta work? |
| Ashterus09-09-03, 05:24 PM | (( This is set about eight hours before morning)) Continues to hammer away at the blade on the anvil shaping it skill fully, eyes burning with magical power his strikes hard, his body filled with renewed vitality, he focuses on what he's doing giving shape to the blade in his mind, creating from memory a blade long lost, he strikes are skillfull, well time, taking the hunk of metal, and slowly giving it shape as he work away at it, he turns to the woman in the room with him, a beautiful woman with hair the color of flames, and vibrant eyes, in a soft whisper Hotter see if you can get the flames to burn hotter Love. |
| rom09-09-03, 07:15 PM | A clatter is heard from within the walls of celestia. The clatter of armored boots tripping over anything and everything they possibly can. From around the corner stumbles 25 dwarves, painted fire red and weilding various cooking implements, lead by one dwarf, slightly shorter than the rest. He wears a bucket for a helm and his armor, not painted red, is an amalgamation of mismatched plate mail. He weilds a large Iron skillet. The group stumbles to a halt, most of them falling as they run into the ones that actually stopped. The lead dwarf snaps a bizarre salute to Bhryn, knocking one of the branches tied to his helm slightly askew. "FLamin Dwarf Brigade reportin fer duty, yer Bhryn-ship!" Rom removes his bucket helm and smooths out his wiry beard, trying to look serious, but is failing miserably. The other painted dwarves remove their helms as well. upon closer inspection, one can see that not only are the dwarves clothes, armor and weapons painted red, but their beards, hair and faces are as well, and recently too, as some of the paint still looks wet. |
| Freija Wilhemina Fleetaxe09-09-03, 07:29 PM | Stepping from the tavern just before Armin, Wil can heard bellowing with loud laughter as she walks towards the gate. "Deh poor lass...sh' looked drun'er 'an a horse on ale! Ha ha ha! Sh'll be a sick lass if'n they git 'er te stop." Still laughing hertily she reaches the gates, the large warhammer hefted in her gauntleted hand and propped over her shoulder. Full plate armor covered her from head to toe, leaving on her face to show and her long red beard to hang down in braids. Tipping a salute to Bhryn, she props her hammer on the ground looking up from behind the gates "Ahoy lass! Whur de we start?" |
| jeajea09-10-03, 03:36 AM | Jea grins at Rom's arrival. He gives Rom a nod of recognition, "Hello there. I believe we've met, somewhat in passing. Remember me? Jeajea Veanson, at your service." Turning back to Bhryn, he mumbles to her, "I'd make this King prove his identity somehow... just a thought. Lyzar will be along in a moment with the Avariel contingent - the Rain of Light, as they like to call themselves... and I must presently go back to my own army to give directions to them. I have some hundred Human cavalry, Elven Arcane Archers, Beserkers and a bunch of Battle Priests. I have some Dwarves - GiantSlayers and Weaponsmiths... and some of the short folk, a Gnome or two, Tinkerers, and some Halfling Rogues. Not to mention some terrifying Assassins... they should be half a day's travel from here. If they're needed sooner, I can create a teleportion circle." |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-10-03, 03:53 AM | as he walks along the walls wearing on a white silk shirt, and a pair of black leather pants, and his scimitar he looks slowly out over the plains, then blinks deeply at the sound of the horn, and with a grin heads running off quickly to the gates, only to hear Jeajea's remark to Bhryn as he when he arrives having moved quickly beside her, which causes him to scowl deeply "So that's how you want to treat someone who comes to your cities aid, our cities aid, when he by all rights doesn't have to?" Turns to look Jeajea dead in the eye, and gritting his teeth does his best to keep from blasting him full in the jaw with his nasty right hook, then proceeds to grit his teeth even harder at the mention of the word Assassin You better believe he's, who he says he is. And I'll vouch for him on my sworn oath as Defender, and his god son...hell he practically raised me. Is that good enough for you? |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-10-03, 07:07 AM | He looks to the lady speaking Celestial, and responds in a slightly different dialect of Celestial himself, You may have your peace when this is over, hopefully. I came up here to offer my sword to you. In these dark times you need all the help you can get. But....in my haste....I seem to have forgotton my manners. He dismounts, and walks toard Bhryn and removes his helmet. He is human, and has shoulder length blond hair that tumbles from underneath as the helm is lifted off his shoulders. He looks like he would be quite handsome, if not for all the sweat and armor. My name is Sir Trystan Gabriel. I am a Knight of Solamnia. He inclines his head as much as his breastplate will allow, drawing attention to the red rose on his tabbard. My own forces are awaiting my order to approach the city, just beyond that rise over there. He gestures to a point a few miles to the west. We would be honored, Lady, if you would allow us to spill the blood of your enemies. |
| Savael09-10-03, 10:16 AM | The pale light radiating from the scattered stars of the Faerùnian evening sky was all that illuminated the darkened rooftops and narrow allyways of Athkatla, this night in question at least. All except the thin ray of yellow light sieving out from the numerous cracks in the shutters of a small, grimy window situated somewhere in the vast slums of the nation of Amns largest city. Beyond this shuttered window lay a small room, not containing much more in the ways of furniture than a small, uncomfortable looking bed and a crude table. Perched upon the aforementioned table stood a scrying orb, its depths clouded with swireling clouds of a misty-grey colour. Savael turned his reptilian eyes away from the infernal device, cursing himself for not learning more about the art of scrying and divination when he`d had the chance. The orb had been an expensive littel trinket, and since the money he had used to buy it with had come from a budget that grew tighter with the passing of each day, his mood was not a good one. Now on top of that, what he had mannaged to learn from the hours of studying spent in front of the damnable thing hadnt given him all that much in return... only a few flickering glimpses of Celestia, the city of light. Demonic forces were massing to overthrow the walls of Celestia, that much knowledge he had gained from his research... but not much more. Wich names had a prominent hand in directing the forces of the opposing sides? A so-called `Brynovyl` for the forces of Celestia - that had been a simple enough task - but any other names than this had so far been impossible for him to get hold of. Only one thing to do about that then, certain services could always be bought if you knew who to ask and where to look... The only thing he needed now though, was money. OOC: Well... I gues you can call this the first post for the people playing on the other side in this bloody little war of yours, Bhryn. I think this thread so far looks to be both promising and exiting... and I`d very much like to join if its all the same with you. So how about it? |
| Bhryn Astairre09-10-03, 01:59 PM | seperates a helpless look between Jea and Astair, then gestures a little, "It's alright Jea, I trust the word of any who come with good intentions. The world would know if he played false, old magic runs deep in the Ald veins after all. Astair, calm down." . o O ( Young people! honestly... ) "Jea is a friend, not an enemy and you'd do well to remember it. He is one of my oldest." Glances at the dwarves with a faint grin, "And as for you lot, there's a tavern inside the gates and several other dwarfs for you to meet and tell tall tales with before the war begins." Before the war begins. Far far too often has she spoken those words... it almost breaks her heart... "And you sir," nods to the knight, recognising the symbol very easily (and isn't speaking Celestial this time :P) "You are all very welcome to make camp inside the walls of the White plane, make yourselves warm and welcome, and incase, make yourselves at peace with yourselves and your Lord or Lady Gods." Gestures with a snap of her fingers, the gates almost seeming to shimmer and then unlike what one would imagine of a gate, it shifts and grates about in the aether, reforming into a semblance of free and unused air to let them in, sparkles of silver and gold twinkling. "Welcome, all." (( pssst, it's more than quite all right with me Savael :D just remember to have fun! )) |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-10-03, 02:28 PM | : nods softly at his aunts words then in a soft voice "Fine alright thank you." : leans in and whisper to her for a moment "No Assassin's though, that's their level, not ours." Then he proceeds to jump down from the gates landing to help Thorik, and the others get set up. |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-10-03, 02:35 PM | : grins at her words, then proceeds upon seeing Astair in front of him, moves forwards to give the boy the hardest meanest hug most people would have ever seen. "Ya right damn stupid fool...ya didna visit, ya didna write, I bet ya be trying ta give ya a Da a right old case of tha worries. Ya stupid boy." The sheer weight, and strength of the hug causes Astair, to oof a little, then letting him go the powerful Dwarf turns to the other of his band, and sets to getting them to rights, he spilts the group up into seperate blocks, and sets them to reinforcing anywhere they might consider the defenses to be breachable, they trudge off with a nod, to do their job. : He and Ast talk for a time before Ast runs off to make sure the dwarves are in order, then climbing up to Bhryn, and the other's watches her closely for a time "Ya got a lot of ya Da within ya Lass..." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-10-03, 05:21 PM | Stares at the dwarf in some surprise, then smiles gently. "I doubt anyone has ever given me a greater compliment. Thank you." |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-10-03, 05:28 PM | He nods again, then turns to his horse and withdraws a silver horn from his pack. He blows several long, clear notes, and within a few minutes a large number of hoofbeats and marching feet may be heard in the distance. Soon, numerous battle standards may be seen, caught high in the morning breeze. Thank you. My troops will be most grateful for the offer. Within minutes, a well ordered group of infantry can be seen on the plain, with archers, pikemen and skirmishers. A unit of mages is at the center of the group. Here and there are clerics bearing the markings of the good gods of Krynn. Forming on each flank of the battalion are two groups of horse cavalry, each bearing the marks of The Knights of Solamnia, the Crown, the Sword and the Rose. The battalion moves with a purpose and discipline that can best be described as remarkable. They come to a halt a few hundred yards from the walls, the hoofbeats and footfalls of the heavily armed and armored soldiers causing quite a racket as they draw near. In all, some five hundred infantry and three hundred knights stand assembled on the plain, and overhead circles a small unit of dragon riding aerial cavalry, perhaps a half dozen in all, riding mettalic dragons. Five more riders approach from the front of the force. He looks to them, and gives the order to begin moving the troops inside the city. ((NOTE: Editted for a rather glaring error pointed out just recently.....)) |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-10-03, 06:42 PM | : grins at Bhryn "Ye welcome Lass...I reckon I owe it ta ya Da, to make sure this place still be standing when this is all over. Right fine man he was....good arse-kicker as well...so I'm hoping ta see if ye put boot to arse as well as he did." :Turns to look at the approuching Knights, the eyes widen deeply at the sight of the Chromatic ((Which are the Evil ones by the way, with a group of Good Knights.)) "Which god ye be worshipping there Lad?" |
| Kierian Dorel09-10-03, 07:53 PM | With his arms crosses over his barrel like chest, Kierian has remained remarkably silent while the new comers have said their piece, nearly being run into by the squad of red dwarves. Sighing and chuckling lightly, he looks over the rag tag group of dwarves, then looks back to Bhryn "Well, if nothing else, we may scare evil away with sheer terror at having to fight dwarves." Slowly his eyes scan those who have come to the aid of Celestia, quickly calculating numbers and pluging those into plans, nodding to himself the whole time. With a slightly quirked furry brow, he glances off into the distance, looking at something unseen, but shakes his head, dismissing it almost immediately. "Bhryn, when ever you are ready to address those who help us as a group, I am ready also" |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-11-03, 12:30 AM | ((Ahem...evil people are reminded to e-mail me before they start posting...there's a reason we haven't posted yet :devil: . If a new evil person wants to join, then please just e-mail me using the link provided by the boards and you'll be added to the mass e-mail discussion. Thanks, Jalil's Player.)) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-11-03, 05:27 AM | lofts a brow at the sight of the chromatics, knowing what Dragona will say should she see this.. "Er?" then her gaze travels from the dwarf to Kierian. A thought easily written on her face: "am I my father's daughter -enough-?". But soon it is washed away, and she inclines her head. "Tomorrow, I shall address them from the top of the wall. I shall... talk." Talking. Now if there is something she did get from her mother it was that inesteemable Iriden charisma, priceless and able in some cases, to even get the most stubborn of heads to turn and study, even consider. The gift of the gab perhaps, the gift of Bhryn: most definitely. "Tomorrow." |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-11-03, 06:53 AM | ((Er....yes...the Chromatic bit was a slight error on my part...... sorry. Working too many hours on too few hours sleep...... In any case...my post has been editted now to say "Mettalic" instead of "Chromatic". Once again....sorry for any inconvienience my little brain-fart may have caused.)) Glances at Thorik.... I personally follow the god Kiri-Jolith. Others among my troops follow Branchala, Habbakuk, Majere or Mishakal. All of the mages are followers of the god Solinari. Why do you ask? |
| Savael09-11-03, 11:37 AM | (Oh... umm, right then. Sorry there Jalil, I`ll try to contact you as soon as possible - no worries, eh?) (There`s just one thing though... how the devil do I go about this? You`ve blocked anyone from contacting you by means of the boards... so theres probably something I`ve missed out on - Cear to enlighten me?) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-11-03, 02:02 PM | (( Savael: try going to the start of the Terror of the Night thread, first page, and the very first post has the email addy you have to contact Jalil at. )) |
| Savael09-11-03, 02:30 PM | (Allright Bhryn, sorry for the trouble - and godspeed) |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-11-03, 05:07 PM | : closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head, then looks back up at the Dragon's again "Aye...well musta been tha morning sun against their scales looked like Chromatic's for a moment. : leans against the ramparts wall, looking out over the plains, the turns to Bhryn. "Is tha area about tha town all flat like this lass? |
| Armin-Gedrin09-12-03, 03:57 PM | A low rumble can be felt more than heard. from the distance, a cloud of dust seems to be growing larger and larger. After a moment or two, another group of dwarves is visible, these wearing white and wearing the standard of Armin Gedrin. A smaller group than Thorik's, numbering about 150. The dwarves all seem to be armed as Armin is, carrying every kind of weapon imaginable. Each also is carrying a long pole arm, over four times their height. They rumble to a stop and one steps out to address Bhryn and the others. "I be here on th' request o me kin, Armin. Inform him that we be here and ready ta do our part." With that, the dwarf turns to the rest of his group and barks out a few orders. The dwarves, with impeccable precision break into three's and fours and start to unload their gear and weapons, and set up camp, outside the walls. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-12-03, 05:24 PM | Looks down at Thorik, then gestures to the lands beyond the Gates. "We recently levelled this, it's flat and open for warfare. Talk to Kierian Doriel about it, he's that huge half orc." Nods then to the new Dwarven leader, moving across to him. "Armin is through those Gates, coming towards us now with the lady Dwarf. You may enter. Do your troops need anything from me?" |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-12-03, 05:45 PM | "It ain't this part I'm worried about Lass...more en worried about the entire area being flat....if it they can encircle us....rightly we're wanting ta be againts a rock and a hard place...give'n them only one way ta come..." Turns to face the one Bhryn mentioned "How ye rightly be hopin ta handle this Lad?" |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-13-03, 04:18 AM | ((Hi again...sorry about that Savael. You can contact me at draggyness@wmconnect.com for now. I'm currently working on trying to get my hotmail account back up (derned thing won't let me in for only God knows why...technology sometimes :nonono: ). Hopefully the baddies will be ready to join soon. Until then, on with the show!)) |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-13-03, 11:22 AM | Observes as his troops enter the city in orderly fashion, moving as though to the beat of a drum, although none can be heard. He turns to one of his officers and gives a few orders, the young officer then moves off to carry them out. He then turns a glance toward Bhryn, When do you expect the enemy will come? Have you any idea? |
| jeajea09-15-03, 02:38 PM | "Astair, please!" Jea offers a small shrug and jumps on the wall, so he's sitting with his legs over and out the front from the battlements. He looks over the soon-to-be battlefield, and a shudder goes up his spine. "It's that time again... how long will this all last? How many will die? Will we win? But... we must..." With a grin he turns back and addresses Bhryn again, "Celestia has some allies yet, it seems, Bhryn. How fortunate. Maybe I've underestimated the ability of the powers of Good..." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-15-03, 04:44 PM | Fluffs her hair with a smile for Jea, atop the airy battlements as he is. "Or you just under-estimated my charm?" chuckling, she turns to those whom have addressed her. "I don't when they come, but they will come. Be on guard, be wary, and most of all, watch your dreams closesly." There is a tilt to her head as she studies the sky, night comes. They should all be quick about finding their beds, and some solitude... for a while... |
| Kierian Dorel09-15-03, 07:24 PM | Chuckles as he looks WAY down to the dwarf from his sun blocking height(a little over 8 feet) "The flat land scape allows us to see our enemies as they approach from quite some distance. This will eliminate us from being taken by surprise, since the city is warded against portal intrusion I assume" glances over to Bhryn to make sure he is correct in that assumption |
| Ashterus09-15-03, 10:11 PM | Teleports amongst the group just quick enough to catch what Kierian says: "Portals, Teleports, Shadow Jumps, Dimension Doors, though techincally the only two people who can teleport within the City are Bhrynovyl, and myself and you have to be of good intent to use those portals that are within the city. So that shouldn't be a problem, in addition the Wards act as a Holy Aura, so it'll weaken any who come within the city limits who are of Evil Intent. Hopefully that works for you?" : grins softly, and smiles darkly looking a hell of a lot better then he did previously. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-16-03, 03:22 PM | He nods at Bhryn's response, my troops are battle hardened and experienced in a variety of different styles of warfare. They are fully prepared to fight at any time. |
| Ashterus09-16-03, 04:55 PM | : Turns to Trystan and nods slightly "Well just be sure to keep those young bucks who've never seen a war in line...Bhryn, and myself know how to work togather, so don't let them charge until your given the proper sign...I would hate for them to accidentely get caught in a Spell barrage. " Ash's new description: With skin the color of the darkest night, this man stands before you at nearly six foot two. Extremely broad shouldered, nearly two and a half feet across. His features are sharp but stop just short of being severe. His long black hair falls to his shoulders loosely, pulled back behind his ears to keep out of his face, a single rebellious lock seems ever present on his brow, his eyes a deep mysterious green, deep and seeming unfathomable burning with a deep arcane glow. Notice his clothes for they are eye catching to say the least. Dressed from head to toe in silvery white, Trimmed heavily with a dark silvery blue, It starts with a soft silk shirt which tucks into his pants and done up the front with light silver buttons, the pants themselves are made of a heavier silk, allowing a great deal of freedom when it comes to movement. Over his shirt and pants is pulled a long sleeved heavy silk tunic, the same silvery white as his pants lacing up near the top once more trimmed in a dark silvery blue, cinched around his waist a belt of pale blue, with an elegant silver buckle, and finally. Pulled tightly around his shoulders and head is a robe made of heavy shining silvery white silk, trimmed heavily immaculately in dark silvery blue, Silver runes running up the inside edge fastened with an elegant, and elaborate pin of two flames intertwined. Resting lightly in his hand a staff made from of pure white wood, Simple really save for a glowing white diamond the size of two mans thumbs, glowing fiercely with inner power. At his left hip rests a slender looking bastard sword, the grip is wrapped in dark blue leather, the hilt, and pommel adamant, simple really, the cross-guard curving upwards ever so slightly, celestial runes running along it’s upper edge. A leaf blade made of mithral, it gleams slightly honed to razor sharp edge, every so often a faint almost electric white light seems to course along the length of the blade. The Scabbard wrapped in the same pale blue as his belt, finished with Silver. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-16-03, 07:33 PM | He nods curtly, my troops know how to follow orders. They wouldn't be here if they didn't. They'll do thier duty, even the young ones. I trained them myself. |
| Kierian Dorel09-16-03, 07:51 PM | Nods to Ashterous, looking down to him also, then looking back down to the dwarf "There are multiple pits, traps, and other ways of delaying their advances, which you shall have a map of to instruct your troops to avoid. Any other questions?" |
| Armin-Gedrin09-16-03, 10:44 PM | ((catches a few seconds to make a quick post)) Armin walks out and up to the dwarf bearing his standard. the two speak in hushed tones, nodding a bit occassionally. Finally Armin pats him on the shoulders, and motions him back to his troops. He then walks back to Kierian and the other dwarf. He looks up, up, up at Kieran. "Most o yer traps be kin already found, marchin over here. dinna be worried, they be the best at what they do. Whatever comes a knockin at the gates gonna be pleasantly s'prised by what ye be comin up with." He glances over at rom and his group of red dwarves, shudders, and looks back at Kirian. "If it be all th' same to ye, I be waitin out here w/ me kin." He looks to the other dwarf. "I be Armin Gedrin o' Ice Guard Keep. They be me kin. "motions to the other dwarves in white armor. "Mayaps we be puttin our heads t'gether fer a few nasty s'prises." Armin looks out at the dwarves, his as well as the others, and rests his hands on his weapons harness. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-17-03, 07:00 AM | Shudders softly at Armin's mention of "nasty surprises" The last time I ran into a trap built by a dwarf.....I almost lost both my legs. Getting out of th trap cost me my best horse..... |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-17-03, 06:04 PM | : grins slightly at Armin and nods in approval at that "Aye Lad that be a mighty fine suggestion there, King Thorik Brightaxe be my name, but I reckon I dunno care what ye call me as long as it be Thorik, and we may as be gettin te it now, rather then be standing around here waitin' on tha damn army." |
| rom09-17-03, 08:15 PM | Rom and the 25 red painted dwarves seem to be gearing up for battle at the moment, by engaging in head-butting contests. 4 or 5 seem to be passes out on the ground, large welts growing from their foreheads |
| Brahms LaCurer09-17-03, 08:16 PM | A man in white robes carefuly made his ways throw the battlemnts.. as Troops and supples were being hurryly moved here and thier. The White Robed man spotting what he was looking for.... in the hordes of warriors it was easy to pick out a ray of light such as herself. Copy-Brahms made his last few steps towards Bhyrn, giving a small bow when he had catch her attention. It was a strange sight... gone were the black robes of Brahms.. in its place were White robes, worn by many of the clergy of Celestia. " Lady Bhyrn... I was told that you needed every one that could fight... so i am here to recieve my orders. " |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-18-03, 06:56 AM | He glances at Brahms..... Some armor might be a good idea...... I think I could spare a breastplate and some other pieces that might fit you....maybe even a slightly battered suit of platemail, if you're interested. Speaking of which....I think it's time I put on my own armor..... You note he is already wearing a rather impressive looking suit of platemail...... |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 02:17 PM | Listens to the banter of people when he comes, and turns with her face lighting up at the sight of someone so changed, so new. It's a visual mirror of all she had come to be inside, a changed woman thanks to the help of dedicated friends, a dedicated love, and a dedicated Lord God. "Brahms, there is no need for you to fight but if you so wish it, then of course you may." places her gauntleted hand upon his shoulder in comfort perhaps. Solid. Real. "War is not a thing that I will willingly wish upon any. Like the good sir says, should you need armour then there are lighter types to be found, re-inforced leather, chain link, scaled leather and even favoured Mithril shirts." Looks beyond the wide plains, then looks back at Brahms. "Do me a favour friend, and spread the word for the soldiers to assemble. I feel.. the night brings something along with it I fear. I dread. Yet it remains my destiny." And so, night falls... |
| Dante_Trublade09-18-03, 02:59 PM | Arriving with his characteristic 'bamf' just below the battlements, streching his arms...frowning heavily " Well well well....night approaches and beckons this lowly mage forward... " looks up towards the group atop the walls, calling out to them " Hey! Anything need a quick fixing or doing around here? Some exercise would do me good. Not about to sleep through anything here. " grins, his humor more or less hollow...smothered by the atmosphere...sighing whistfully |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 04:22 PM | : Puts an arm about his twin, his wings out for once as black as the coming nightfall "Mmmmm Nightfall...glad I don't sleep anymore..and if you want I can manage Adamant Chain for your friend here....a full suit not just a shirt." : Looks at his twin and smiles softly his face, and green eyes strong and if she looked at him now, looked at him closely she'd finally notice some of their Father within him, within his eyes, and his adamant strong will, and in a soft voice It's time again isn't it, time for war, time for death, time for destruction for lives to be lost, for pain to be felt, for all to give up hope Looks thoughtful for a moment then smiles slightly at his sister opening his eyes And to that I say bah, let them come, let them try to bring death to my city, let them try to bring destruction, let them try to cause pain, let them try to take hope from me and my people. For I will fight them with every inch of my being, while breath remains in my body, and my heart is still beating within my chest, I will not falter, I will not fall, I will not fail, for these are my people Looks out over the city, settling in for an uneasy night I will protect them until my dying breath, and hope will always endure, let them come |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 04:40 PM | Looks from Ash with a weary sigh to where Dante appears and with a loving smile gestures to the small knot of people inside the gates by now, and once he traverses through the Gates will automatically reform into solid golden light, commanded by her iron will. But she turns and moves away from Ash with a shrug of her shoulders, starting her way up the stairs of the battlements. Her arms stay loose by her sides and it's clear from the very straight position of her back, the squaring of her shoulders and the slight tilt to her head that she intends for a moment's peace to gather her thoughts. She walks for a half hour along the curving top of the walls outlining the base lands, her steps sure and her mind full of a strange delirium, already feeling that which she had assumed dead. Once far out enough, she shoos away those who stand guard, leaving her alone with the walls and stone. There she rests her elbows and looks out longingly over the lands, her dark dark eyes consuming the night with their 'soulless' gaze. "And here I am again.." She sighed, eyes lowering so the cool breeze of the night takes the warmth from the skin exposed, ruffling her feathered wings. War, blood, pain, fire... and death. A story she has been in the telling of too often. ...But this time, would it be a horror ending. And waiting alone to collect her savage and bloody thoughts as they begin to move back in the direction of killing, death and destruction, those black night winds Brahms talks of often, the winds of death and change, begin to blow cold... and she plans her speech... and pities those already dead before they hit the battle floor... |
| Brahms LaCurer09-18-03, 05:14 PM | " Thank you... " noding his head at Ashterus Turning at Bhyrn's soft touch... dispite the steel guantlet.. thier was a warmth thier. A warmth only a being like Bhyrn could radiate. Over these last few months Brahms heart had gone throw many changes... regret.. hate... insainity... and finaly confrontation of what he realy was. Brahms own hand coming up and placing it apon Bhryns hand on his shoulder to confort her. A smile crossing his face as he let his hand down. " I know the price all must pay for entering war... I have lived two lives of war. This third one will live war once more... but this time.. I do... I will not lose this war. " Kneeling down on his knee in front of Bhryn. " No Sword, no Arrow, no Spell shall harm you Lady Bhryn whilst I still draw air. " The Dread determintaion in Brahms voice and in his eyes said it all. he ment what he said. Raiseing to his feet, a cold gust of wind fluttered his robes. " I must hurry ...After I have found myself some armour i will assemble to troops Lady Bhryn. " Bowing again Brahms once again made his way throw the crowd and to the Celestia armoury. As one might imagine, their were plenty of smithys here working thier craft. Preparing for what lied ahead. One of the smithys coming to Brahms. " .. a preist?... what sort of armour would you be looking for...." the smithy asked questioningly...usealy the preist worn light or no armour at all. ".. I require these..." Brahms spoke handing a list over to the smithy... the smithys eyes focusing on the words on the paper... looking to brahms then to the list again. The Smith could only wonder to himself. " .. come this way sir..." Both the smithy and Brahms disappeared throw the back doors. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 05:21 PM | Alone, long after Brahms has taken his own warmth away, long after Ash's warmth has settled into the magic of Celestia, long after the fire of her friendships have turned to warmongering and planning, long after the flames of sisterhood has sheltered far away, after the heat of her daughter's faith is set aside and away from the only fire which burns her anymore, that of Dante... Alone, she bows her head to hide the tears, to hide her shame. She cries. "... I am a monster of war.. and a monster I will, always be." The sword of light, pale and shining in brilliance only glows brighter by her side in faith for her... the last light before the night is now fallen, and her thoughts gathered... at last. |
| Brahms LaCurer09-18-03, 05:33 PM | (( Thanks for the wind comment :) )) 30 minutes later Brahms was in his temple offering a final prayer. The Fellow Preist could hardly beleive it was Brahms... Thou he still wore robes of a priest, thou these robes were different. It was as if the orginal outfit of brahms had been bleached white. On them were arcane runes of power and might, scrolling down the tassels. Across his shoulders a silver mantle of Angels had replaced the skull mantle. The once black platemail had been replaced with sky blue mitheral Breast Plate, with a mitheral Chain shirt underneath. Mitheral Arm and Leg guards. The Hood and Cloak worn in the same fashion. Prehaps most errily.... was the skull Mask the rested in front of Brahms. A few more words, and Brahms made a final gesture with his hands to the Gods. reaching down Brahms Craftly lifted the Ivory Skull Mask to his face and put it on. Standing, Brahms reach over and retreaved his staff. A staff of Cold Iron, spirling down its shaft were intercate Arcane runes and prayer to the gods. Turning to leave Brahms bow to the clergy men that were still thier. Then headed out the door. Making his way Brahms drew odd looks from some and cheers from others, as he went to spoke with soliders as he passed gathering them behind him for Bhryn. It took only 15 minutes to pass the word about the soliders, it was time... for Bhryn now legendary pre-battle words. Thou Brahms wanted to tell Bhryn they were ready for her.. she already knew, and it was every leaders right to have a few moments peace before the battle. Brahms himself had found a place apon the wall near Ashterus. Looking to Ashterus, then out across the fields that would soon be a battle ground brahms reach into his robes and pulled out his deck of Fate. A smile crossing his face as he moved his hands over it. So many memorys of these cards... so many. The images of passed events flashing in brahms mind. Turning an dlooking over Celestia, Brahms felt a saddness... and a certain pride. His hand griping the deck of cards tighter, brahms voice barly heard in all the noise of the solders moving in armour. " To hell with these..... I make my own fate now..." As he spoke, Brahms droped the Deck of Fate cards into one of the many burning fires of Celestia... it to no time at all for the cards to quickly burst into flames... Turning away from the Flames Brahms did not notice one of the cards being caught by the cold wind and flying free of its firey doom. Off into the fields of Celestia the card flew...... (( Your ball Park MA :D )) |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-18-03, 07:17 PM | ((If you want the full effect for this play Frog's theme ;) )) : Prays holding the new sword Ashterus gave him he pray's the tip of the blade resting lightly upon the ground, his eyes closed he prays. Put all his thoughts, his emotions into the words, focusing utterly on the coming dawn, his hand gripping the blade tightly in his hands he continues to murmer his prayers, for a long time, seemingly having been kneeling before the altar for hours, his training, his skills, everything being brought to the surface, honing his thoughts to a razors eyes, he's shirtless, the light of the moon passing through the window highlighting his form, he continues to pray, holding the sword within his hands until an hour before dawn, and finally finding the answer he seeks he stands, and brings the sword up to gaze upon it's length the weight of the well balanced blade heavy within his hand, and moving from the temple he makes his way to the armory, and begins to equip himself. When he moves from the armory he equipped, and armored ((Gave him a new description cause I found something I liked better)) A young half-elf, handsome and strong, looking to be of about twenty one winters, his slight slanted eyes the same color as fire, seeming to burn lightly with inner power, a symbol of his heritage. He's almost pretty in a way, Elven blood evident in his looks. His hair the same color of hottest flame, that hangs loosely at his shoulders a bit longer now, pulled behind his softly pointed ears, his skin the shade of dusk. Dressed for a long term battle, on his upper body he wears a high neck red velvet shirt tailored for his form, over this he wears a suit of ultra fine Adamant chain, once more perfectly crafted to his form, it comes over his shoulders then down to mid forearm, it then comes down to his waist before splitting at the center to form a open skirt which comes down to his lower calf, offering protection to his legs, but still offering a full range of movements. Over this a sleeveless red silk tabard the same length as the chain, and yet one more layer this a sleeveless tabard of supple black leather split up the center, though it seems the buckles hidden, the same length as the chain, the edge trimmed in silver, in the very center the Symbol of Celestia, a Mountain surrounded by Nine shining stars, highly stylized emblazoned across it elegantly, he wears a pair of metal shoulder guards, as well as a pauldrons which come down to just above his elbow strapped into place over top the chain. Your gaze falls on his left hand a Black leather Bracer strapped over his forearm coming to his just below his elbow, the symbol of Celestia etched into its surface. On his right an elaborate gauntlet engraved heavily with elaborate runic script, made of shining mithral, a gem set over the back of the palm burning with the color of the sun, the symbol of the Defender. His pants are made of supple black leather. Completing the look a shining silver cape, emblazoned with the symbol of a beautiful Phoenix wreathed in flames across the back, trimmed at the edges with gold. Finally your eye is drawn to his weapon, strapped at his side a great sword, a true masterpiece, and the finest weapon ever made by the current Arch Mage of Celestia. The sword itself is nearly Five feet long, the blade itself nearly four of those five, it’s perfectly balanced, the weight dispersed along the entire length of the weapon. The blade gleams brightly when drawn, the edges razor sharp, you notice running up the fuller of the blade nearly to the point elegant etched runes in the tongue of ancient Celestia, saying “That this is the ancient blade Excalibur come again”, and in battle the blade burns with a white hot flame of the highest intensity. The cross guard itself is simple, the metal darkened, both ends of the guard ending in a curved triangle, the centers inset with gold, from their your eyes are drawn downwards to the grip, one hand length of it wrapped in supple blue leather, the other hand length made of metal, running down to form the pommel, which ends in heavy curved triangle the same shape as the ones at the end of the cross guard once more the center inset with gold, though outside of it in the same runic script, the words for honor, strength, protection, and love are etched. Truly now, in soul, and form The Defender of Celestia stands before you, eyes burning intensely. He moves from the Temple then making his way up onto the battlements and over to the tower to join Bhryn one hand resting lightly upon his sword, he replays the words his Father told him when he gave him the Sword. "Celestia will need a symbol, once long ago this blade was such. My Grandfather's sword, broken when he fell, now reforged, and given to you, this sword will be a symbol again, and in your hands burning brighter then the sun." |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 07:23 PM | : Looks to Brahms for a moment a chill wind ruffling his face, and blowing his cloak dramatically, he runs his hand lightly along his staff then in quiet whisper The black wind blows |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:02 PM | Gives Astair the full effect of her dark, shadowed eyes and almost whispers in the most horrid tone ever heard uttered from her lips in anger: "When I go away to be alone, young one, I mean -alone-. Ashterus understands... now go... the hell...away... or I will make your life a living example to anyone at all, whomever fancies trying to interrupt my solitude.." Stares at him in a distinctly unfriendly fashion, those soulless eyes flat and without any kind of warmth sparking them. Anger itself, in the most basest form is written starkly over those grave features. Turns without another word, sliding her arms from the battlements and ignoring Astair, moves back along the battlements in a dignified silence. |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 08:18 PM | (( Ummmmm he didn't go onto the tower. Crap...I had mean't to put he makes his way towards the tower but stops short of heading up it.)) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:22 PM | (( By Astair: He moves from the Temple then making his way up onto the battlements and over to the tower to join Bhryn one hand resting lightly upon his sword, I think you'll find he DID go to see Bhryn, despite the fact he would have seen everyone else blatantly NOT going near her and having known about her habits before battle. Sorry but only doing IC reactions hun. )) |
| drowsbane09-18-03, 08:24 PM | A dark figure approaches Bhyrn as she walks the battlements. His cloak flutters in the wind as he nears her. his long since discarded mithral gauntlet back in its familiar place on his left hand, his right resting on the hilt of his scimitar. A hollow look is on his face as he stops infront of her. "Greetings Bhryn." He almost seems back to his former, darker self somehow. |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 08:25 PM | (( Blah it's fine I'll work with it. Just ugh. My fault I had mean't from him to make his way to the bottom of the tower, but not go up it.)) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:27 PM | Sighs, as it appears everyone is convening on her and stares back aimlessly. Doesn't bother checking his sword, his armour, she just stares at him blankly, an expression devoid of anything remotely called human. Perhaps she has to become this detached, perhaps it's that part of her which makes her immortal, feared, a gruesome horror to face in any battle. She just... lifts her hand with a simple phrase that few would understand. "The blood returns, wading in it up to my shoulders again." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:29 PM | (( s'ok. Anyone who had been unfortunate enough to interrupt her thinking would have gotten the same flat response. :: pokes Dante :: he was thinking about it.. poor, poor mortal :P )) |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 08:29 PM | : winces softly at those words, and prays briefly to Paladine that she doesn't whip out the scythe, then wonders ideally if he'll have to fight his own sister at some point. |
| Dante_Trublade09-18-03, 08:30 PM | ((oh he was not. hush you.)) :mage: :smirk: |
| drowsbane09-18-03, 08:31 PM | He nods, looking out over the fields. For a long time he says nothing, then looks back to her. "The blood comes for us all it seems. no matter how hard we try to avoid it, it still finds us" He sits on the battlements, his legs hanging over the edge and waits, his bow and quiver at his side. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:38 PM | Looks out somberly over the fields, then murmurs quietly. "Will you come hear me speak? Will you listen to the one skill that... gives me the edge?" Doesn't even smile, just looks at him like this is the last time she'll see her friend. One of her closest companions if in a strange way, a mutual bond from mutual experiences, slaughter on their hands and blood on their souls. Talon, and now she reminded herself that this wasn't the time for 'goodbyes' but that time would eventually come... eventually... |
| drowsbane09-18-03, 08:40 PM | Stands, a sad smile on his face. "I will hear you speak. I will stand by your side throughout this war, if you would have me there." |
| Dragona Nightsky09-18-03, 08:41 PM | As night fall, the prismatic dragon makes one final ring around the city before settling upon a stouter edge of the wall, her form shifting smaller and smaller as the draconic features of her face smooth into the delicate features of elven blood. Once her change is complete, she draws her bow, slinging it over her shoulder and leaning over on the walls, watching thoughtfully over the walls. |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-18-03, 08:49 PM | Watches his Aunts reaction quietly seemingly unphased in the least, his hand still resting on the hilt of the sword, he bows his head in respect, and moves down so he's about halfway up the stair case leaving her aunts to her thoughts. Mind falling upon Alantie, and remaining their as he awaits the dawn. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 08:50 PM | smiles and holds out an arm for Talon to take. "Then come with me... help me speak to those I would send to their deaths.. hold me up, for I fear this is the hardest part to face... ever." |
| drowsbane09-18-03, 08:55 PM | Grins a bit, obviously forced, and takes her arm, walking her back to the gathering army, and the dwarves. |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-18-03, 08:58 PM | : Joins his aunt and her companion as they make their way downwards, he remains quiet, hand still resting upon the hilt, ready for what is to come though his mind remains on one. |
| Dante_Trublade09-18-03, 08:58 PM | Waits patiently with those to be addressed, finding himself somewhat close to the dwarves..chuckling a little "It's almost time.... " Looks up to the battlements, watching and listening quietly.. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 09:21 PM | Stops, once she comes to a point close to the Gates and looks out over those assembled, then down to where Kierian waits. There are so many, old and hardened with that same old spark in their eyes tempered by knowledge, so many young and filled with idealism. "Kierian, you can augment my voice now." |
| Kierian Dorel09-18-03, 09:23 PM | Looks over to bhryn, nodding slowly and begining to chant in a low, ancient druid tongue. As his words finish, a gentle breeze lifts around her, carring her words to the ears of all those who defend celestia "It is done Bhryn....speak, and they shall hear you" |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 09:46 PM | Looks from Kier across the sea of upturned faces, a vast throng of those able to fight, those who have flocked to hear their cherished Paragon speak. For a moment those carefully prepared words stick in her throat, and she stares helplessly. Then with a touch to a strange silvery belt she wears as a loose chain from one hip, it glowing faintly but not malevolently, almost in an augmentary fashion, she begins to speak. But not those words so carefully prepared and agonised over. At first the words are a jumble, but the passion shines through them, through from her soul.. and the simple spell of a celestial woman with an almost overpowering charisma begins to weave over those listening... "Good evening." smiles down at everyone, lifting a hand to wave and gets a huge chorus of hellos, calls and waves in return, all filled with a simple joy. "It's nice to see so many of you stood here, so many of you having turned up to listen to little old me talk to you. A lot of you know me, I daresay a good two thirds personally. To some I'm the daughter of a great man, who chose to walk in his footsteps, to others I know I'm the daughter of a kind woman who was wasted on the cruel life that becomes the Paragon of Celestia. To the young I seem to be this symbol, to the old I am a flash fire like all the rest." Her dark eyes sweep the crowds, finding fond smiles as the first tendrils of the wonderful force of her personality begin to sink on those gathered and even her friends alike. "But, we all stand here together, don't we? We're all behind these very same walls, looking out upon the world beyond our Golden Gates, we all stand together, shoulder to shoulder and trade jokes, food and comfort in the dark which befalls us now as the night draws in close. "There has been a threat to Celestia of late, and those of you who lived through Lan'Draffel would remember the terror wrought about that single war as it exploded, the dark hands of Cyndane and her own terror which walked the night and the dreams." even as she speaks, a collective shudder runs through the crowd and helplessly she carries on, driven now by the weight of the Title too, a long misunderstood gift and curse and even more her words become impassioned, belying that hoplessness in her eyes. "Now her daughter of a sort challenges us, she rises up against us as some dark cloud and seeks to overthrow all that would remain good, and all that would remain pure in this world. She seeks to destroy us! You have seen firsthand, the damage which she has caused simply by walking the night, simply by stalking the dreams of those who would heal, cherish and care for everything that we hold sacred!" she pauses here, for dramatic effect, then sweeps on with a loud statement. "Would you stand there, and let her get away with that?" Silence. A sea of faces turned towards her in breathless silence. "Can you sit and watch Clerics and priests and acolytes of all religions, of family and friends just fall down by the wayside because of our negligence in our Duty?" Duty.. always Duty... "What is your duty?" To live and die, for Celestia. "I have mine." She holds aloft her sword, shining brightly white in the night's shadows. "From the day I was born until the day I die and pass along my sword I will stand against whatever they see fit to throw on the walls of Celestia, I will be the first, last and the continuing line of defence for this fair land. Will you take up your sworn duty too, to protect and serve the people who cannot protect themselves?" Looks now, carefully from face to face with every word spoken and every single pause measured as anticipation and excitement tinge the air. "Can you lay down your arms when you think of your mother, your sister or brother or those who are too young to protect themselves? Can you walk away and not hear their screams when she comes and takes all we have worked for? All we have slaved for? Can you live with that?" Can I? "I can't and I won't." A swift smile over her face, a lowering of the sword and a small tilt to her head, a proud tilt as she lifts her voice over those gathered. "I am the girl some of you grew up with, I am just that girl with skinned knees, eating food with her fingers and dropping her sword at every turn. I am still young and innocent, somewhere, but to protect those memories I had growing up, to give those who would have a chance of such fond memories of kindness, love and absolute joy which my childhood was full of, I will stand and fight. To give back to Celestia, what She once gave to me, I will stand and fight. To show them that I will not lie down and die so easily, that I will not ever give up, I will stand and fight! ...and who among you, will help me? Will you help me?" She lowers her head... as the answering tumult is deafening, no doubt stretching itself from this plane to very depths of the Abyss, and no one sees the tears on her face as her hair covers, no one sees her cry silently as Celestia enthusiastically readies for War. Alone. |
| drowsbane09-18-03, 09:50 PM | Talon stands stoicly at Bhryn's side as she speaks. his face remains impassive throughout her words. when she finishes, he places a hand on her shoulder, to tell her that she is not alone. |
| rom09-18-03, 09:52 PM | The red painted dwarves stare in awe as Brhyn speaks. an occassional "oooo" escapes their mouths as they listen. When she is done, Rom takes a step forward and, in a rare moment of sanity, speaks. "Aye winged lady. we hear ye words, and would fight fer ye, fer Clesta too." the other painted dwarves nod emphatically. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-18-03, 09:54 PM | Lifts a hand to touch Talon's fingers gently, but does not lift up her head. Neither does the glow from her belt diminish. |
| Ashterus09-18-03, 10:04 PM | : Hugs his Twin from behind briefly kissing the top of her head I'll be there....everytime you need me call, and I'll be there. : Let's her go, so she can make her speech. |
| Brahms LaCurer09-18-03, 10:08 PM | Apon the wall Brahms stood some ways from were Bhryn stood. Her mention of Lan'Draffel bringing back painful memorys of the past. Brahms hands tighening about his staff. Trying to drive the horrific memorys from his mind. Bhryn's words of encouragment, her words of hope and truth bringing Brahms back to the present. Brahms could only stand quietly... making a simple prayer gesture in front of him. " ...A shining star... in a wave of darkness... to death and to life you shall shine..." Looking apon her once more... Brahms felt even more sad... thou he could not see the tears that flowed apon her face. The posture of her body.. and the simple act of reaching out for Talon's hand told the hole story. The truth... she had just given cause to so many... a cause that would lead many to thier deaths. And she was at the helm of that death. Those below would fight and die for Celestia.... no... for her. That thought .... alone was torture enof for anyone. ".. let her be spared.... for our sake...." whispering to the winds... that had grown so cold. A breif gush blow past.. setting Brahms cloak a flutter. |
| Dragona Nightsky09-18-03, 11:46 PM | Watching Bhryn from the wall she stands at, she gives a brief smile, tapping her bracelet. In Bhryn's mind, the words are a soft whisper. It is not the crude telepathy that some would believe it, but a deeper connection that carries two simple words to her friend: Together...forever... With that faint smile she turns again, readying herself to meet the tides of crimson... |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-19-03, 07:30 AM | He emerges from a pavilion tent wearing a suit of unbelievably well cared for full plate. As he steps out of the tent, he is adjusting the final straps and buckles. The plate is a highly polished adamatite, engraved with wards written in High Celestial, and carved into the center of the breastplate is the symbol of the Knighs of the Rose. He turns to a cleric standing just outside the tent and drops to one knee to recieve a final blessing before battle, then rises to his full height of 6 feet. He turns to one of his attendants and extends a gauntleted hand, Sword. A gleaming magical Bastard sword is placed into his hand with a kind of reverence by the attendant, he then wraps the sword-belt around his waist and lifts his visored helm, tucking it under his arm. He walks beyond the tent into a field where his troops are milling about, as they see him they begin forming ranks even before he gives the command, FALL IN!!!! Moments later, the entire force has been assembled into a tight formation in the open space just inside the wall. He steps up on a large rock to address the troops, Courage. Honor. Duty. Loyalty. These are all integral parts of the measure of a warrior....of ANY warrior, not just a Knight. Each one of you has demonstrated these qualities on numerous occasions. If you had not, you would not be here. Today you will demonstrate them again. The world is becoming a dark place, full of fire and anger and hatred. There are so few places of good left....most have been allowed to fall into corruption or have been completely destroyed. We have a REAL opportunity here to do some GOOD for the world. This city can not be allowed to fall. The defenses MUST hold. Make the enemy PAY for each inch of ground they take, and each drop of blood they spill. You are Knights of Solamnia. It is time we showed the world what that means!! With his final words, he steps down off the rock and goes in search of Bryhn....when he finally finds her, he stands nearby and coughs slightly to get her attention, Lady Bryhn, my troops are prepared for the battle. Where do you want us? |
| Kierian Dorel09-19-03, 06:08 PM | Kierian remains quiet throughout the speach, nodding as she breaths life into those who defend her home. As her words fade, and his spell deminishes, he glances down to Bhryn, not saying a word to tarnish the moment, but nodding to her, and then to Talon. His arms remain crossed over his barrel like chest, blocking out a signifigant portion of the sun as he stands patiently and waits. Silence being no stranger to him, he simply casts his mind outward, searching through plants and animals for the army that will come. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-19-03, 06:12 PM | sighs, hollow eyed. "Go beyond the Gates, outside is where the real war begins, and ends." |
| Kendrac Kegstand09-19-03, 06:21 PM | With a child like smile, Kendrac walks from a temple, dusting his hands off as he waddles along. He is still in his strange manner of dress, his human sized robes pulled up between his legs and draped over his shoulder, looking an odd mix of a sumo belt and a toga. From under the robes, stick out a pair of short pants, made of a thin white material with bright pink pokadots on them. His hair would have a mind of it's own, if his beard wasn't braided into it, making a rather odd looking pair of blonde horns that stick up from his head. He waddles past Kierian, Talon and Bhryn, humming and singing an odd song as he trudges along. "mm mm m mmmmmmm...mmm m m mmmmmmm....and really bad eggs...." Giggles to himself as he walks along, glancing back over his shoulder to wink at the group gathered near the gates, and finding his way up to the wall to stand next to Draggy, never once appearing as if he cared if death would find him today, nor that he even knew there was a war coming. The sort of blistful ignorance, and childish innocence that radiates off of him is intoxicating as he hugs Draggy's leg, then goes about trying to see over the wall, jumping and jumping some more, but failing horribly |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-19-03, 06:42 PM | He nods quietly, We'll move out immediately. He turns to leave, but then notices her expression, do not despair, Lady Bhryn. We'll win the battle. Remember that those who choose to fight here today CHOOSE to fight here today. Thier fates are thier own, not yours. He removes his gauntlet and lays a hand on her shoulder, you are just defending your home. Is it not a noble cause to protect those in the city who cannot protect themselves? ((Woo Hoo!! First Post Page 4!!)) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-19-03, 07:16 PM | murmurs softly, "I wouldn't say it, if I didn't believe it." She moves to settle on the steps to the battlements, watching those foot troops move out, some staying behind with catapults, mangonels and other vicious war mongering machines. Several towns within this outer wall would face hard odds and destruction. Celestia had not been planned with war in mind.. after all. Her dark eyes keep a watch for her husband, should he pass her by as he walks (if he does, then assume she's pulled him aside a moment) |
| Dante_Trublade09-20-03, 11:23 AM | Somewheres along the line he passes close to his wife, pulled aside by her.. " Hmm? what is it...? " |
| Bhryn Astairre09-20-03, 11:50 AM | Tugs him away from prying eyes, far enough away that her hair hides her lowered tone and the movement of her lips, whispering for his ears alone. "Don't go and die out there, please. I love you, and I'd love you even more if I didn't have to ressurect you." smiles, trying to hide the worry from her face, but unable to mask it in her unreflecting eyes, the way they crease at the corners and her eyebrows knit faintly.. |
| Alantie Tairis09-20-03, 11:55 AM | Hums, as she sneaks up and along the battlements, twitching her skirts with every step and almost bouncing on her tiptoes, looking absurdly happy. Everyone she passes seems to bask in some kind of odd light, and even lift their own spirits, taking strength from her own innocent joy, and when she finds a place to stand, it is no mere wonder that so many of the younger generation of Celestials stop the 'ments come to gather around her, and stay close, chattering.. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-20-03, 12:16 PM | Strides purposefully toward the city gate, having dispatched his troops there to man the defenses. He puts on his "game face", all traits of the normally happy, peace loving man vanishing to be replaced with the cold, merciless visage of the "Avenging Angel". His joy and love of people becomes a tight knot of anger deep within him. He puts on his helmet and stands quietly, waiting for the storm to begin. |
| Dante_Trublade09-20-03, 01:10 PM | Smiles reassuringly to her, leaning in to place a light kiss upon her cheek " Do not worry, love. I've no intention of letting myself fall prey to the enemy. I dont wish for you to see me dead, again. " Gives her hand a gentle squeeze " I know this will be rough on you...and I ask the same of you, angel. Dont go dying on me. " |
| Bhryn Astairre09-20-03, 01:21 PM | Weighs him with her eyes, then manages a smile if a weak one. "I promise to try my hardest to not die. I swear." returns the kiss, but his opposite cheek, then clings as tightly as she can as that group of gossipy clerics wanders past, stares and then bursts into giggles in one small knot, headed for the fields. |
| rom09-20-03, 05:16 PM | Rom waddles over to Kendrac and tries to help him to see over the wall. he picks him up from behind and, with a mighty heave, tosses the blond dwarf over his shoulder, away from the wall. He turns around, scratching his bald head. "aahh....oops?" He giggles as he walks over to him to help him up. "ladder?" He whistles to his painted group and they immediatly charge towards him. They get in a huddle and begin to whisper and giggle, occassionally peering up out of the huddle, then back in. With a dwarven bellow, they break the huddle and scamper, as best as a group of insane dwarves can, to the wall and begin climbing all over eachother. amazingly, with most laying flat on the ground and on top of eachother, they form a sort of sloppy, bearded, red painted ram, so Kendrac can see over the wall. Rom frowns, then shrugs. "ok. Ramp" He giggles at Kendrac and then begins to climb the ramp o dwarves, each one 'oofing' and 'owing' as he steps on them, and motions to Kendrac to come up too. |
| Kendrac Kegstand09-21-03, 01:48 PM | Stares in amazement at the 'intiligent' solution his cousin has come up with. Hauling himself up to his feet, and dusting himself off, he waddles over to the dwarven ramp and begins climbing up it, falling off at least a half dozen times before reacing the top. Once high enough to see over, he frowns, seeing nothing out there but flat plains. "WAT!!!!...a dat fer nuffin? ders nobuddy out der!" he goes about searching for something to look at, his eyes falling on Allie as she bounces along. With less then any grace what-so-ever, Kendrac pushes himself off of the pile of dwarves, dislodging the pile in the process, and falls down to the ground face first. With an intoxicating giggle, he pushes himself from the ground and waddles as quickly as his little legs will carry him over to Allie, wrapping his strong stubby fingers around her skirts and latching onto her leg "JELLO Missy Ah-LON-tay Tay-ee-rees. Jew sticks wif me so's nuffin happens to yas, otay?" Stares up at Allie with a wide smile that threatens to encompass his entire face, eyes as wide as ale kegs that, and a look about him that, while is full of innocence, is strangely comforting |
| Dragona Nightsky09-21-03, 11:24 PM | Draggy chuckles at Kendrac and Rom. "You two be careful now, ye hear?" She winks then slips away to find Bhryn, waiting until she and Dante are done having their moment, if she spots them together. |
| Ashterus09-22-03, 11:56 AM | : moves next to his sister quietly, just standing about eight feet away watching the plain, eyes shifting into a different spectrum looking for any magic aura's, or a huge army perhaps invisible. |
| jeajea09-22-03, 04:22 PM | (( So, I'm just going to assume that by now, Jea's army is on the inside of Celestia's walls. No problems with? )) Jea remains sitting on the wall, as he has been for several hours, in a meditative state. His mind is cast outwards,searching for any signs of the enemy. He hums a strangely familiar elven tune as he works. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-22-03, 05:27 PM | (( no probs at all! )) Notices Draggy finally and reluctantly lets go of Dante, hands trying to stay as long as they can on his waist. "I'm ready, Draggy..." . o O ( Liar. I'm not ready at all... I never will be. Oh Paladine save me from myself Draggy! ) "Let's go." |
| Ashterus09-22-03, 08:40 PM | : chuckles softly at Bhryn's comment. and continues to watch the plane quietly, hands resting on his staff, his eyes glowing an arcane blue he seems very solid right now like a pillar of adamant, daring anything to attempt to send him crashing down. |
| Brahms LaCurer09-23-03, 08:02 PM | After some time, copy-brahms found himself sitting apon the battlements. His staff held tightly in his grasp. His back to the wall, he sat in quitely thinking... during the minutes that passed. A few of the workers of Celestia had brought several Barrels at copy-brahms request. Thier contents a secret, copy-brahms had the workers put them in a few choice places about the walls of celestia.. on each a Ward Rune attached. Much by accident, Copy-Brahms fell into a light slumber... his dreams haunted by visions of the past.... |
| Armin-Gedrin09-24-03, 06:07 PM | Armin and his small group of dwarves quickly get to work, all the while singing a boisterous dwarven battle song. some start digging traps and pits, and disguising them, while others modify and (heh) improve the existing ones. the rest, along with Armin himself gather the long pike spears and begin laying them down. One of the dwarves apparently is a cleric or some sort of magic user, and he follows along, mumbling something over each spear, and the weapon becomes 20. Still more dwarves follow the magic using dwarf spreading the new weapons out. Armin motions to Thorik and any other that may be curious. "Easier ta carry that way." He smirks, then he explains the purpose of the pikes. "Puttin th' dwarves in front line, In front o you taller folk. Wait till th' last minute, once they get past th' pits and traps, cuz they will. Pull up th pike, with on o yer feets on its end, and "Splat" Bad guy implaled" He chuckles a bit, then continues. They wont be 'spectin short ones with tall weapons, so it be a nasty surprise. Then we drops the spears and charge underneath impaled baddies and hack and slash th' others while the tall folk do th' same." He makes a motion of swinging an axe back and forth a few times, obviously looking forward to the upcomming battle. |
| Kierian Dorel09-24-03, 08:13 PM | Glancing to Bhryn one more time, to check if she needs anything further, before he makes his way with Armin outside the gates, shrugging slightly as he pulls both of his war hammers from his back. Looking down at Armin, WAY DOWN, he grins widely "so....care to take a wager on who gets more?" |
| Armin-Gedrin09-24-03, 09:03 PM | Glances WAY up at Kierian. "Ye got yerself a bet, fuzzy. Loser buys th' ale?" Grins as he hefts his battle axe, test swinging it a few times. This axe seems a bit bigger and sharper than his previous axe. he grins again. |
| Kirion Violatta09-24-03, 09:16 PM | Kirion moves away from the ruins after a long time of self meditation to think of what the next amount of damage might take from his free time. He moves sighlently across the battle ment his hand resting lightly on his hilt. It has been to long since he last weilded his sword, spending more time weilding a pen to write then a blade to defend. o O (Now this is going to be a rufe time... hope I am not to rusty and get myself killed.) Spots Bhryn and Dante and waves to them as he contiunues to walk the battlement |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-24-03, 10:52 PM | : Grins at Armin's words and turning to one of his own Priests who nodding in argument makes his way over to the spears, and begins mumbling over them, after a while the blades of each get a nasty glint to them, and Thorik grin widen's even more "Aye Lad it be a sound plan ye got there...me I was just planning ta let me axe do tha talking, and let me hammer do the smashing...well me hammer and me shield, but anyways." slaps his axe againsts his shield upon hearing the bet. "Aye the loser buys tha Ale, but I've been know te down a keg without tipping over so ya two better be having tha money ta be buying them." Turns to Armin again "Ye got a Dwarven Bow on ye Lad...I reckon righly ye'll be needin one before all is said, and done." |
| Kierian Dorel09-24-03, 11:14 PM | Laughs heartily, leans WAY down and slaps Thorik on the back soundly "a keg? do you simply have a light drink? or do you plan on placin' a SERIOUS wager?" Grinning mischieviously, he looks back over to Armin "I suppose you'll be pulling the "no magics" line on me now?" |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-25-03, 12:30 AM | : looks up at Kieran "Bah Lad...we be using all our toys, or I'd be fighting with just me bare hands, and me head. And aye we be making it a serious wager, so Ale, and gold then." : Looks out over the plain and growls in frustration "Aye now when is tha damn army planning te show...I be getting bored." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-25-03, 04:30 PM | Narrows her eyes, stepping away from Dante after holding onto him for what seems a terribly long time, and turns her head so she can see that which lies beyond the walls. Then, once all those who would be outside are, and those who would remain in as the vanguard she steps to the Gates and stares at the for a long time. Her black eyes watching those of her race who stay inside, weighing them or perhaps weighing what she sees of herself in those dark eyes. . o O ( To Dragona >only< : I fear tonight Dragona. ) Turns and as she does the Gates form, solid, golden and very much real. Tied there, tied down to them. To this place. Alone in some scary aspect, set apart from the rest of humanity or inhumanity, depending on how one saw it. A living symbol, she bows her head briefly to check the white longsword which glows in the deep dark night. Only the stars above give light, the moon a faint glowing outline of the land. Bathed in this etheral light she lifts her head and watches what she can see, or perhaps sense of the horizon. "...she's coming." |
| drowsbane09-25-03, 05:16 PM | Talon looks once more to Bhyrn, nodding to her, and giving her a slight smile should she look his way. He then turns and climbs back to the top of the wall. He stands silently and alone, two quivers of arrows at his side, his longbow strung and at the ready in his hand, the clawed gauntlet of his left hand resting on the hilt of his scimitar. His cloak flutters in the wind, a dark mirror to his stark white hair similarly moved by the wind. He watches. he waits. |
| rom09-25-03, 05:22 PM | Some of the red painted dwarves frown as the gates are closed. one taps rom on the shoulder, causing the entire ramp o dwarves to come crashing down. Eventually, he tries again. "uhhh---how we get out now?" Rom grins. "Notta worry. me gots secret weapon!" He reaches into one of his myriad of pouches and pulls out a fish. "whoops! wrong pouch!" He giggles as he finds another pouch and pulls out a handful of rings, and begins to hand them out to his "warriors" "Put dis on. yer finger! me friend says it'll help us!" He smirks again as he puts one on himself. he then points to a row of catapults. "Fire Brigade launchers!!" The other dwarves ponder and mumble until recognition begins to dawn on them. Their faces split with grins as they dash over to catapults. |
| Gail, Lightwing09-25-03, 07:17 PM | The Women in white and blue robes walked softly throw the crowds of Soliders. Her Blue scarf fluttering in the wind, and her whole being seeming to radiate light. Those she passed could not helpd but feel energized. Many of them looking in her direction with out knowing why. It did not take the women long before finding what she was looking for... the Man in white robes of Arccane nature stood out agest the wall he leaned agest. Looking down apon brahms...nah copy brahms. She had to remind herself... some tears coming to her eyes. This was not the man she had fallen in love with... but a clone of him. Her thoughts wondering... what had befallen the Real brahms. Still.... long had she watch him in Celestia. Waiting to see what sort of a man this copy would become. with the Presences of the Dark Lord finaly removed from him forever by the phonix gate he was at last allowed to be his own person. Gail felt a certain proudness... like that of a parent at seeing thier child achive greatness. Sitting down besides Brahms She sat and watched the night sky, and wondered. (( Been away from the boards and look what happens... another Evil army trying to destroy Celestia *lol* )) |
| Myria09-25-03, 07:50 PM | A sudden Chill seems to creep down Drowsbane's neck, with out warning two soft arms move across his back and come around his front as the women in the ice blue robes holds drowsbane from behind. Drowsbane totaly shocked and stunned can only stand thier... even thought he could not see her face he knew well who was holding him so lovingly from behind. Her mouth coming close to his right ear and whispering, seductively... compassionitly.. sending a different sort of chill down Drowsbanes back. " .. I have missed you... and here i find you, prepareing for battle once more.. " The words of the Goddess played across his ear. " To which side should my favor go to?.... both sides have thier resolve.. and thier chooses made...." Her words were a mix of a question and a statment, thou her words were somewhat distant in your mind. The closeness of her and the scent of the Divine intoxicating your mind and soul. The all to familiar smile of the Goddess Myria play across her face, as she held her champion like a lover. |
| Dragona Nightsky09-25-03, 08:05 PM | Draggy wraps an arm around Bhryn "If you're ready, then let's do it. She won't stand a chance, aye?" Smiling outwardly, she hopes to offer her friend some encouragment. . o O (To Bhryn >only<: I know. It's always frightening to go into war. But you need to loosen up, hun. You're acting as if you've already been pronounced dead. Don't worry...we'll fight side by side. Together forever, right?) She smiles reassuringly at Bhryn, hefting her bow against her shoulder as they make their way into position. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-25-03, 08:12 PM | Nods, straightening her back. Paragon. Protector. Chosen. Champion of this plane. Trying to remind herself, she sets her jaw and any hint of humanity flees, leaving only the cold and cruel countenance of the Paragon set for war, a face rarely seen and never, once relished. "..Let's do this. And let us do this right." Sweeps her gaze to those generals who lead forces out of the walls, and nods. The Celestial generals bark out commands in the divine language, and as one the armies snap ready and to attention... Ready to kill. Or be killed... |
| Dragona Nightsky09-25-03, 08:29 PM | Pats Bhryn on the shoulder, turning her face to the wind beyond the gates...the harsh whistling seeming to whisper of death to come in her ears. Her face to seemed to harden, but comparing the two of them, a soul in need would've come to Dragona ten times over before the war-set Paragon. |
| Ashterus09-25-03, 10:13 PM | Turn's to his twin eyes still burning quietly, and he watches her closely for a time o O( Tp> Me, and you Bhryn until the end.) He smiles at her very lovingly his secret smile only for her. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-26-03, 06:59 AM | Begins to hum a common battle hymn sung amonst the follwers of Kiri Jolith during religious ceremonies. Slowly, one by one, the tune is picked up by his troops, untill his entire battalion hums the tune in perfect harmony. The tune and the sight of the straight backed and heavily armored soldiers is extremely calming. All of those within earshot with faltering courage find that thier fear begins to fade the longer they listen to the song. The troops continue to hum as thier leader stops, drawing his sword and rasing his voice above them, READY WEAPONS!! ARCHERS LOAD!! STAND TO AND LOOK SHARP!! ((Sometime soon, I hope?)) |
| Kirion Violatta09-26-03, 03:06 PM | Kirion watches over the horrizen and sighs. oO(Time to shed blood once again.) After staring at teh horrizen for a while, Kirion smirks Drawing his blade and stratching out his wings. A proud and stronge figure to mess with. He is ready for battle. |
| Ashterus09-26-03, 03:33 PM | : watches the Knights with slightly raised eyebrows, and seriously considers dropping an area of Silence over the entire group of over eager, to the point of becoming aggravating Knights. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-26-03, 04:09 PM | (( Come on Jalil! Get your arse into gear, figuratively speaking of course :embarrass )) |
| Akrinnyon09-26-03, 06:49 PM | Behind Bhryn, deeper in the city, a bright flash of light appears and slowly dies as Akrinnyon returns. His eyes slide open slowly as he removes his hand from the hilt of his sword. His thick mane of snow white hair is pulls tightly back against his head, tucked neatly into an elven braid that hangs easily down to the middle of his back. On the end of it, rests a thin, wide blade. His ebony skin contrasts the snow white of his hair, but his drow features are lightened by the warm, comforting smile that rests upon his lips. He makes his way quickly down the streets, dropping his traveling pack on a random porch as his misty grey cloak flows smoothly behind him. Slowing quickly as he nears Bhryn, he nods respectfully to her as he speaks. His voice rings out in gentle harmonies, a mixture of three, that have become one, as they mix together smoothly. "Greetings Paragon, I hope that I am not too late to assist. I have failed in finding the one named Flick that you sent me in search of. I searched as long as I thought I could, without depriving you of my sword and skills. Please forgive me..." Bowing his head lowly as his words trail off, waiting for her responce. |
| Dragona Nightsky09-26-03, 07:27 PM | Standing ready, Draggy's features seem to take an alien sheen to them. One who catches her skin in the right light would swear they saw a rainbow of colors... ((I'm working on Jalil! Yeesh! :embarrass )) |
| Flick Drewood09-26-03, 07:40 PM | Off in the distance, a small figure seems to be making it's way rather quickly towards Celestia. As it gets closer, it is clear that it is elven, though rather short for an elf. He appears to be running nearly as fast as his feet will carry him, his cloak flowing behind him like a flying super hero's, only hindered slightly by the obsidian bow that is draped across his shoulders. From some distance away, the figure screams at the top of his lungs, with carries remarkably well since it seems to be high in pitch and scared as well. "FOR THE LOVE OF......BHRYN!!!!!! THEY'RE COMING!!!! FOR TYMORA'S SAKE....LET ME INNNN!!!!!!" |
| Bhryn Astairre09-26-03, 08:33 PM | Narrows her eyes as a General turns and whispers something to her, then she nods. "Flick Drewood..." Shoulders her way to the front, watching him draw closer. But there is no humanity, nothing remotely like -pity, care or kindness- in those dark eyes. Nothing .. mortal. Immoveable stone. Even her own celestial kin shrink away as she draws close, it's like she's almost pervading a sense of impending doom and destruction. "I can't and won't let you in. You can remain out here. And my word is Final." Smiles, but it does not reach the eyes, seeming only sinister. "Tymora will protect you out here. Celestia is now shut off... live with it... or die with it." |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-26-03, 09:53 PM | Deep within the recesses of Jalil's own plane, the armies sat. Each member was pristinely armored bearing the various weapons they'd need. Tribes were divided into legions, legions into squadrons, squadrons into divisions, and so on. Each warrior knew his place and stood ready to recieve orders. It was hard to discern exactly what race these heavily armored warriors were, but it was certain they were far from human. A few figures in scholarly robes bustled around the troops, handing out final orders. One woman stood at the front, crouched over a bit as she stood beside a large minotaur. Both figures were garbed in armor, the woman more garbed in a long black cloak as well. She gave a cackle, looking over the army, her sea blue eyes sparkling with insanity and intellegence. She would occasionally babble, the words hard to make out over the low roar of thousands of feet preparing for war. She tilted her head up towards the minotaur...all she needed was her signal. And off in another corner of the complex, a large, handsomely dressed man stood in front of a massive crowd of...beasts. Beast was certainly the best way to describe the creatures that stood, unorganizedly amassed before the man who moved in front of them with the fluidity of a serpent. The mottled assortment of creatures varied from face to face, but each bore the cast of an animal, be it goat, hawk, or otherwise. Beaks poked from beneath helmets just as often as horns curled from beneath the mottley armor the creatures wore. Axes, massive swords, halbards, and just about every weapon imaginable, each scaled to a fit their large weilders, stood drawn in ready paws, hooves, and claws. The man who led them sheathed the dark black sword with a smirk, and prepared to them them out. Finally, in front of them all, two people sat. One a dazzlingly beautiful woman, the other an equally handsome man. The woman stood, a single motion silencing the entire crowd. "You all know your positions. You also have your orders. Today is the beginning of the end. Today is the start of Celestia's fall." A cheer rose from the massive crowds, weapons being lifted high in the air as Jalil smirked, waiting for silence before she continued. "I know you are all anxious. Our plans have been carefully laid...our training intense. We are ready... Let the War begin!" Another cheer rose from the masses gathered, joined by a howl that rang of death from the large black hound seated by Jalil, then everyone began to bustle into place. In front of the gates, the defenders were waiting...watching. It was then that the air before them seemed to shimmer. Everyone held their breath, readying their weapons, but nothing ever seemed to happen... Another hour or so passed. The sun began to set in the sky, painting the landscape in a crimson light. Squinting against the sun, they could be seen. A mottley assortment of soldiers, barely organized behind a single general dressed in black plated armor who moved like a serpent. He raised the black sword above him at a peculiar angle...but the animalistic soldiers didn't move. A minute passed and the shimmer of magic against the red sunlight could be seen taking effect. With a smirk, the sinuous man leveled his sword at Celestia. It was all the mottley soldiers needed as they gave a simutaneous battle roar and charged, their feet seeming to tread ever so slightly above the ground... The assault had begun... |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 12:51 AM | : Tp to Everyone on the Celestia side> Close your damned eyes and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise!!!) Turns to look at his sister and grins softly eyes flaring he begins to whisper his eyes catching fire with white hot flame it would seem, his moves his free hand in an elborate partern as he whispers words of intense power, and strength the intensity of each growing more and more powerful as he continues his casting hand burning now with the same flames, he closes his eyes now the intensity of the spell increasing until all about could feel the force of the Eldritch power, and opening he fineshes the spell in a roar, and out onto the field two white hot blasts explodes in the center of the Charging army, both nearly thirty feet across, and thirty feet wide, they burn with the intensity of two white hot sun's, blinding to anyone who would look upon them, hotter then the hottest flames they burn for but a moment, but that is enough leaving two caters in their week. o O(You can open them now.) |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 01:36 AM | From behind the man leading the first army steps a small woman. Standing a bit shorter than the average human female, she tops out at a neat 5'4" tall and appears to weigh in the neighborhood of 120-130 lbs. Her ocean blue eyes seem wide, as if they're taking in the entire world at once. Her hair is a dull reddish-brown, best described as an auburn color, and exotically braided, woven, and styled around her face, giving her the look of a mystic. Black seems to be her favorite color as she swathes herself in it, wearing a cowled black cloak over her other clothing. Hunched over, she survey's the field with a sharp eye that seems to "know" things. She gives a cackle, spying the celestial mage beginning his spell. Immediatly she straightens to her full posture, her face seeming to draw into a mask of serious hatred from the once chesire cat grin. Lifting her hands she weaves a pattern in the air. The ensignia glows a blue matching her vibrant eyes for a second before exploding over the army, causing the flashes of brilliant fire to shrink to a minimum and nearly completely negating them. Seeing her work, the woman haunches over again, giggling maddly at her success. She even dances a little as she babbles out a random poem: "Twiddle dum and tweedle did I'll defeat your casting kid. Tweedle does as tweedle is Pretty magicks gonna fizz!" She cartwheels beside Jardis, probably causing him no end of frustrations, and making him wanna rip her little head off as she giggles mad laughter and continues walking, ready to cast again. |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 02:03 AM | : Had expected this, having been named the Arch Mage of Celestia for a damn good reason, and grins as the spell burst into life again, the Twinned Metamagic portion of the spell burning to life, as the twin sunburst's explode once more after the dispel magic had taken effect, catching everyone save Ash more then likely off guard. |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 02:32 AM | With a giggle, the Loon watches the second magic fizzle as well. She cackles madly at this, then calls out over the battlefield. "Silly mage, your spell delayed Nice try, nice try, my game was played But see see see, still me who will win 'Cause with no first, there is no twin!" Happily, she cartwheels again, all around Jardis, her laughter reaching a pinnacle of madness. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-27-03, 02:33 AM | He smiles fiercely and nods to his archers......they begin loosing volleys of arrows over the wall, the arcing paths cutting deeply into the ranks of the enemy. Seeing this, the dragonic cavalry circling high over the field angle in for thier own attacks, the dragons loosing terrible breath weapons and the riders firing arrows. The mages and clerics begin loosing battle spells in seeming unison...... So it begins....... |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 02:43 AM | : shrugs slightly and closes his eyes for a moment focusing and uses his other ace in the hole, the sky seems to burn as meteors begin to crash down from the sky into Jalil's army, exploding into massive fireballs upon hitting the ground, a meteor swarm being brought to life, without a word or a gesture. |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-27-03, 03:00 AM | Draws his great sword the blade catching fire with white hot flames, he moves so he's near Allie, now on the tower where Bhryn once stood, he brings the Blade up into the air, and then down fluidly shouting "Fire" At the top of his lungs, a thousand arrows flying up into the air, in a high arc, over top the gathered Allies of Celestia, and into Jalil's charging army the white shaft arrows scything into it's dark ranks, only to be followed by the thunder of twenty catapults hurtling large burning fireballs into those enclosed ranks. And then in an after thought casts Detect Alingment on the Elf who ran towards the gates. |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 03:06 AM | Looking up at the skies, the Loon cackles at the meteors aimed at the army. "Pretty pretty....Ari's turn!" With a grin she reaches into her robes, grabbing a flask from one pouch, and a handful of red glittering dust. Sprinkling the dust carefully into the flask, she swirls it around, then pops the cork back on the flask, uttering a few intones and tossing the bottle high into the air. With a whistle the bottle flies straight and true, directed by the magic contained within and bursts on the wall of Celestia. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, after a few short seconds, the sky erupts in divine fury, a column of divine flames dropping down instantaneously from the sky and engulfing the area around Ashterus ((30 ft radius, 120 ft high...meet Purging Fires)). Ari giggles even more, watching the flames. "Ehehehehe! Fires galores...Lord of Hatred sends you gift through Ari, yes yes yes." |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-27-03, 03:14 AM | Edit: Ummmmm hell. I forgot which name I was logged in as so just assume the next action is Ashterus once more. Sorry :( Seems utterly uneffected by the flames, not even remotely phased by them at all, the diamond set in the ring on his hand flaring to life, as it protects them, he whispers quietly dispel magic exploding out from him in a radius dousing the flames, and bringing his staff up he whispers for a moment then brings it down hard on to the ground a loud crack being heard, then the area around Ariadne begins to crack then exploded as a localized earthquake bursts into existense beneath her feet. |
| Dante_Trublade09-27-03, 03:35 AM | Watches the fusillade from the celestial army fly, shaking his head as he leans on the battlements "Thats not how you use fire......not at all...such blatent abuse for the craft.. " Sighs, muttering a word in Draconic, dissappearing from his place at the battlements...actually appearing not but fifty feet or so in front of the onrushing army, his hands already at work...even as multiple balls of flame leap from his form towards the front lines...his own form beggining to distorte and twist to the eye.. |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 03:36 AM | Ari yet again giggles with that mad "knowing" laughter. The ground beneath her feet crumbles, yes...leaving her standing beside Jardis on thin air. She even cartwheels around the sinuous man again, her laughter ringing out like a child at play. "Fun for me, fun for you! Come an play, come and do! Pretty magicks me and you Come and play, come and do. Make you see the world I knew!" She giggles, her inane babbling obviously making perfect sense to her...then it suddenly makes a little more sense to everyone as the sky rains....earth elementals. Grinning with glee she spies the lone man twisting and shaping and shouts out: "Oooo...OOooooo...Play with him!" The horde of elementals that are finally standing shift their eyes to the mage Ari pointed at...then charge... |
| Dante_Trublade09-27-03, 03:45 AM | Can be seen as the earth elementals close in, almost grinning....blood dripping from his nose...soon his face ...body, infact, no longer exist, replaced with a seething, maggot infested horror to the eyes of any and all, adorned with four pincer arms and four claw tipped arms...the beast letting out a disturbingly horrid sound as it begins to hack away at the elementals in a furious frenzy of bloodlust...the creature lusting to get at the flesh of the soft soldiers behind the emotionless, fearless lumps of earth... |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 03:50 AM | Grins slightly at that particular spell, as the Earth elements fall from the sky he brings it up a lightning bolt bursting down from the heavens arcing down into his staff, the bolt crackling in it's intensity, and power, he holds it within him from a time letting the elements get as close to him as possible then bringing his hand up he releases the charge the bolt blasting outwards with the intensity of a Dragon's roar, the blast taking the first Earth Element square in the chest, blasting right through it to the next, then from it to the next, and so on, before completing it's arc by slamming hard into the chest of a Giant. The Elements look as stunned as their kind can before shattering into rocks. He focuses his gaze once more on the Mad Mage, and deciding to go with something simple whispers a spell all mages learn near the start of his careers, five missiles of pure white energy hurtle from him towards the insane Mage followed a moment or two later, by another volley, and for the sheer hell of it he uses one of his staffs charges to send yet five more missiles arcing hard at her, for a total of fifteen. |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 03:51 AM | Ari's eyes widen at the creature...but instead of horror and shock, they hold a child-like amazement. Her mouth curls into a grin, her hands stretching out excitedly as she yells: "PLAY TOY!!!!" Her eyes gazing over the creatures as if it was a doll being given to her to play with. "Play play play!!! Ehehehehehehehe!" Bubbling with barely contained excitement, she turns to the elementals and waves her arms towards the maggot-like creature. "Hurry hurry! Go get Ari's play toy! Bring to Ari!!" She comtinues to jump with unfettered excitement. |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 03:56 AM | The first few of the monstrous elementals drop, their place quickly. The horde closes in on the maggot-creature, all attempting to grab the thing at Ari's command. Getting smashed upon by the bloodthirsty thing, their numbers slowly dwindle. Meanwhile, Ari giggles as the fifteen missles impact into a solid surface in front of her. Her laughter increases. "Silly Mage...done forgetting basics of magics. Shame shame!" |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-27-03, 04:16 AM | Grins at the approuch of the army, and pulling his Warhammer from his back he brings it down hard a crack of thunder is heard, then it begins to glow a bright white, he brings the weapon back and proceeds to hurl it full force at a particulary large Ogre which is amongst the approuching Horde, on impact the hammer seems to explode like a burst of Lightning, arcing out from the beast in a short radius followed by a crack of thunder, and with his other hand he brings his Waraxe down hard cleaving into the ground it self, it seem's to shake as a line is formed in the ground, the blow seeming to cut through the earth itself. A low rumble begins then, an earthquake it would seem and yet different, the crack widen seemingly on it's own accord then, as something pulls itself from the dirt, a massive beast of stone, and dirt, an Elder Earth Element. It looks around slowly then leaning over it grabs the Ogre that was down, and using it as a Club begins to attempt to smash it's ways forwards leaving dead bodies in it's wake. Grinning Thorik turns to Armin, and then the massive half Orc "Crazy Wench ain't the only one be knowing how ta get the earth itself fighting for her." |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 04:34 AM | Watching the maggot creature smash into her rock pets, Ari frowns a bit. Then suddenly an idea hits her, causing yet enough fit of mad laughter. She weaves her hands, pointing at the creature and casts a spell with a few quick words. "Creature be still...Ari play with...Ehehehee!" |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-27-03, 04:40 AM | His archers continue to rain volley after volley of arrows over top of the army into Jalil's hoard, bringing the sword down again another volley of fireballs is sent hurtling out over the ARMY OF DARKNESS, DARKNESS, Darkness, darkness ((Heheheheh couldn't help it. :D)) though now that they have the range this explode just before hitting the army instead exploding about ten feet above the ground. |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 04:47 AM | Takes advantage of the Loon's distraction with Dante to caste a relatively simple spell. With a poof a spectral Gnome appears on her shoulder holding a slender club, and turning to her it grins for a moment. Then it beings to attempt bonking her on the head with the club, mean't more to be annoying, and mess with her concentration then to hurt her really. |
| Dante_Trublade09-27-03, 04:52 AM | The creature continues to hack and slash its horrid way through the elementals, unfazed by the loon's casting, continuing its merry dance of destruction screaming for the blood and flesh of those around it... |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 04:58 AM | As she continues her attempts to capture her a "pet", she realizes there's something bonking her. Her entire countenance suddenly darkens...she no longer hunches but stands perfectly straight. Her eyes from under her hood now appear more icy, glittering with malice and hatred. Growling, she utters a simple phrase: "Get off me!" The air around her threatens to crackle as something causes the little spectral gnome to be no more. Once the midget is gone, Ari hunches over. For a moment it would appear she's tired out. Then she lifts her head again, those curious blue eyes wide as ever as she giggles, seeming not to have a care in the world, or to notice that anything has happened... (( :looloo: :D )) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-27-03, 10:46 AM | Watching this rather intense string of truly insane events she turns and touches Dragona on the shoulder after spotting something. "Sister... that woman, remember her? The crazy seer..." Like most of her race, has incredibly good longsight.. but then often squints when writing documents, ah hazard of the trade... But her finger moves to point to the other one next to the cavorting woman, a man made of shadows with one of those appealing, rogueish faces, a man currently clapping a hand to his forehead as if to stem a throbbing vein. "See him? That's Jardis, I remember him from.. Cyndane. But what is he doing here...?nevertheless.." Raises her voice sharply in Celestial. "Athra andare tuan ravil! Avre! Avre! Avre cuno gatra san Jardis!" The response is quick. The celestial general stood before her nods briefly, and turns to the cache of Swordrunics. A strange sight. Celestials in chain, all of them female and all of them holding what would appear to be a sword and a staff somehow interconnected and chained to their wrists so the blade may never be lost. One lifts a hand, barking for others to shield their ears. But what happens is nothing truly magical, merely this high pitched wailing, deafening and centred on Jardis across the field. Bhryn sighed slowly, and took a glance round the battlements, then up towards Jea and Astair. "Gather the archers!" A couple of choice commands later, sees her ordering Kierian towards the front of the ranks to raise an earthquake which she knows he is capable of, to shake the advance guard from their feet. Another, aimed for Sera, is a spell for Detection of thoughts, given out in another strange language born from Celestial, perhaps a code within the temple itself. Then a finger crooked at Ash demands that he try and find a way to shield Dante from the worst of it, that useless mage of hers :rolleyes: . "Forerunner.. I suggest that you get casting.. or perhaps, my relative does." Yells out something else to Link, "Link! Get your heart guard arranged about Vale and give him some reasonable room to cast!" Moves one hand swiftly to her side, touching the swordhilt there. "I'm waiting, Jalil." |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 01:17 PM | : nods to his twin slightly, and bringing his staff down with another crack causes the diamond within to flare brightly, he then whispers a command word, and a flickering globe of force seems to surround the creature that is supposedly his Brother in Law, causing all but the most telling blows to be knocked back by the globe of Force. Then for the sheer hell of it, brings his hand up and snaps it forwards, a volley of fireballs issuing from further back up on the tower. Tp to Bhryn> Hopefully that's to your liking. |
| Dragona Nightsky09-27-03, 01:42 PM | As the front lines advance, Draggy begins to open fire with her trusted longbow, firing one to four arrows at a time into enemy ranks. She pauses as Bhryn speaks to her, nodding. "I thought the male looked familiar. And I remember you talking about the mad woman." She glances out at Dante as he begins to change, her brow rising. "What the hell is he doing? ((And because I'm too lazy to switch names...here's part of the Army's reaction)) The army continues to advance, raising shields to protect against the arrows on Jardis' command. One of the unfortunate beasts is picked up by the massive elemental, the other creatures of the squadron fending for their lives against the massive blows being thrown at them. Some fall in the hail of arrows, despite their armor and shields. Others fall to the magical assaults. Still more manage to make their way past the horde of Ariadne's earth elementals, only to get caught up by the monster the mage has become, or die immediatly upon seeing the thing in the first place. However, where one falls, dozens more take its place. Earthquakes seem to be unaffective against the army as they continue to tread barely above the ground. They advance relentlessly, driven on by a mad, unsatiable urge to kill and destroy. Some bear singed and burned armor, growling with their will to survive through even magic. Their numbers dwindle, but they could care less. A few are seen to stop and feast on the corpses of those fallen around them, but a quick eye from Jardis seems to line them back up with the rest of the horde, forcing them to continue on. The front lines of these beasts brandish large pikes as they near the final charge. Ladders are seen in the hands of a few as they near the wall, going up in an attempt to scale the walls and breach the city. The back ranks part as multiple seige catapults are drug into position, loaded, and fired, the rocks being fired exploding into shower of fiery death upon contact. Some of the catapults are even loaded with the corpses of the dead beasts, fired at the wall lit in fiery death. From behind the ranks of pikemen, bows go up randomly, firing immensly huge arrows, the shafts ranging from the size of a small branch to the thickness of a spear, and fired with inhuman power. The grass in front of Celestia can hardly be seen under the sea of invaders amassing to overthrow the gates. Yet Jalil is still yet to be seen... |
| Ariadne09-27-03, 02:10 PM | Ari lets out a screech, being right next to Jardis as the high pitched noise reaches her ears. She holds her ears a moment, then proceeds as if she was cleaning them out. "That was no fun noises. Not pretty either. Hurt Ari..." She frowns, her gaze falling over the Swordrunics disapprovingly. "You no play fair...Ari no play fair..." She lifts her hands to they sky, mumbling a chant in a sing-song voice, the magic energies gathering in her hand as she casts the spell, centering it over the women in chain mail. The sky darkens, threatening to rain and thunder. However, instead it rains acid, six lightning bolts arcing from the 360ft storm cloud to strike in six different areas where defenders are gathered. Hailstones fall from the cloud, impacting against the walls and the people standing on them. Then the sky pours heavy rain, blinding sight and drenching defenders and some of the dark army alike. All of this happens within the span of one minute...then the storm seems to clear up and go away, leaving a giggling Ari outside the cloud's range, babbling randomly... "Pretty storms...fun fun fun! Black Lord sends Ari pretty magicks!!" |
| Ashterus09-27-03, 04:42 PM | Growls at the turn of events, and decided to take advantage of the Loon's distraction casts a Spell Chain quickly, the first spell is a Dispel Magic focused on her, to hopefully knock out her wards, and buffs, followed by a group of ten Magic Missiles to catch her off balance, then a grouping for two fireballs, before finally ending, as a Lightning bolt comes hurtling down from the heavens to crash down upon her, he grips his staff for a moment as he fineshes the Chain, then scans the battlefield closely for a time, to see where else his spells could be needed. |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-27-03, 04:57 PM | Continues to order volley after Volley of Arrows, he scans the Army looking for anything that appears to be an officer, and holding his hand out he whispers quietly, his eyes flash and a Blast of Flames strike downwards to engulf the Officer and any about him. |
| Savael09-27-03, 05:20 PM | Savael watched the ongoing battle, his yellow eyes widening in both shock and awe. Never before had he seen such powerfull magicks unleashed all at once... He absentmindedly pushed a lock of darkened hair away from his eyes, barely daring to draw breath as he focused on the massive army of beasts encased in black armor, bring their advance down upon the gates of Celestia. "J - Jalil be with us this eve..." he mumbled hoarsely "Jalil be with us" |
| Bhryn Astairre09-27-03, 08:28 PM | The swordrunics (as the player of the general of these can't get online, I'm lumbered with them!) as one seem to scatter almost instantaneously, the general flickering a hand at Another woman. This one however is instantly recogniseable to anyone. Taller than tall and a true Planetar, she is beefy, brawny and despite the kind face she presents, a reall "ball breaker" with her magic. "Celenaria! Get defending! Forward the shields, correct the foundry alignment! Vanguard release! Advance guard, charge!"Bhryn yells, flapping a hand at those first ranks of soldiers she commands and they as one, fluid as water, snap to and run in attack... magic isn't everything.. sometimes beating another person to absolute pulp is better... and more. |
| Darkskies09-27-03, 10:25 PM | A heavily cloaked human with draconic hands cahrge into battle a sly insane grin on his face as he slashes arrow from him with his black sabor and driving his clawed hands into his foes. "Blood... Delight... This is my might" Laughing as he makes his charge looking for a worth foe. |
| linksilverblade09-28-03, 02:05 AM | In the sky a great shadow appears as the sound of beating leathery wings comes to the ears of those in battle. Link, in his dragon form flies low over the battle picking a couple enemies up in his claws and taking them to great heights, drops them. The rest of the Silverblade clan lands, changing back to their original forms and drawing blades as Link follows suit. Link brandishes his sword to the light and grinning calls the charge for his own family to fight. The Clan known as Silverblade rush in like a torrent of lava, striking and cutting through most anything they touch. Looking at Bhryn, Link smirks slightly. "Am I too late to join in the festivities Bhryn? Cause I would hate to think I missed out on all the fun..." With those words, Link charges deep into the tides of enemies to rend and tear, bash and beat whomever stands in his way. |
| the cold one09-28-03, 11:17 AM | ((Playing captain catch up here)) Malek smirks as he glances over to Ari, then makes a few motions with his hands, casting a spell. A beam of intense cold leaps from the ice lich's hands towards the the clouds in the sky. Moments later, thousands of spears of ice begin to shower the defending army, as well as over Celestia itself. |
| Armin-Gedrin09-28-03, 11:22 AM | Armin Grins to Thorik as he grips his massive war axe. He looks to the dwarves, his and Thoriks, crouching low,waiting for the army with their pikes resting on the ground. "Ye be waitin fer me word, and ye yank em up!" He glances to the Dwarven Cleric. "Ye be ready with yer trick?" The cleric nods grimly, as he prepares his trick. ARmin nods as he returns his gaze to the advancing army, knowing they are about to reach the first set of pits and snares, and waits. ======================================== = ((and also to lazy to change handles, here is Rom's post)) Rom grins as he and his group are loaded into the catapults. Each red painted dwarf bears the same grin, as they weild their various kitchen implements. Rom looks to the catapult operators. "When they hit me Kin, Launch us!" |
| drowsbane09-28-03, 11:28 AM | Talon stands with the archers and fires arrow after arrow into the advancing army. His face bears no emotion at all, as he seems to be more mechanical in his actions. Each black shaft finds a target, as he methodically goes about his task. |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-28-03, 02:08 PM | Grins back at Armin, his Warhammer returning to his hand, and he twirls his Waraxe, then in a loud deep voice he begins to chant "This is me Hammer, this me axe, these are me boots for kicking ye arse." The rest of his Dwarves pick it up as well, as they get ready for the coming tide, ready to make the enemy army break like the Tide on a stone wall. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-28-03, 02:30 PM | The rain of devine and arcane magics from the Solamnic Knights continues at a rapid pitch as the infantry prepares to recieve the first groups trying to break through the gates. The archers begin picking off the enemy troops who appear through the bars of the portcullis. The spellcasters seem to have taken on a particular rythm, so that a spell is fired at the enemy every few seconds. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 05:19 PM | Takes a quick glance to the skies and shifts aside as the volley starts, flickering a hand so something solidifies above her and the Gates and anything directed at that which is suddenly there shatters and slithers down the sides of a flat piece of air. However, the unlucky young guard next to her takes the lance of ice straight through his form and the sudden splurge of blood showers those about him. Celenaria however has now leapt quickly into action (ugh, hurry up you lazy ass player!) and with a few flicks of her hands and the cache of those she controls as a General, there is something solid above the heads of those attacking. Next though, comes her own devestating move, aimed for Ari: Bigby's Grapsing Hand, trying to obscure her vision and push her offbalance. Then the two before her cast secondary spells, aimed at her, and a third for Jardis: the first erects, quite simply, a Prismatic wall before the charging creatures, set for all kinds of vicious and bone snapping fun. The second, is a Power Word spell, Blind, directed at Ari yet again. The third and possibly the most troublesome of the trio of spells aimed at those leaders, let alone the minor ones bulking up the wall, is Holy Word against Jardis, designed to leave him gasping and blinking, anything to shove him off stride. Bhryn nods to Link and then watches as he flies off into the thick of the battle meleé. Sprayed from head to toe in blood, she waits as now the swordrunics front line joins the faint edges of the battle... and war begins... |
| Jardis WinterWulf09-28-03, 05:33 PM | (( HA, finally got my socks pulled up! )) Indeed... Has been palming his face inbetween the moments when the arrows were fired and when several thudded into his chest and upper neck. He blinks, briefly and then moves his hand to the arrow shafts and grasping hold, pulls them out firmly, one by sickening one... and drops them to the floor... "I hate it when that happens..." He barely seems to move, and then his forces are going wild in a frenzy, thrashing forward into the celestial's ranks and biting, clawing, even chewing on what they can find. It's mindless slaughter, with an edge of precision to it. And he smiles... ...at least until that spell cast at him. "DEAR GOD, IT'S LIKE JALIL SINGING!" Claps both hands to his ears as his nosebleeds, the Holy Word dazing him and leaving him crouched on the floor.. but unharmed to an extent.. and his forces have not slowed an instant... several running headlong into the walls and vanishing, some exploding in showers of gristle and blood.. some simply disappearing in a mist of frenzy and insanity... and some even speared by falling shards of ice, splitched as it were, across the field.. "Ugh... too early for this.. not even had my early pick me up... how's a man to look good, fight -and- crack jokes in this state?!" |
| the cold one09-28-03, 05:39 PM | Malek raises an eyebrow as the prismatic wall is erected. He chuckles "Interesting, But futile." The Ice lich's body seems to waver a bit, then split, again and again, until where one Malek stood, 20 now stand. They spread out behind the army, with the other mages, each one identical to the other. As one, they begin to cast a spell. they hold their hands close together as a small snowstorm begins to form between each ones hands. The mini storms begin to coalesce until each mage seems to be holding a snowball. With an Identica smile, each mage rears back and throws the snowballs. "Catch!" They all yell as the snowballs hurtle over the advancing army. As they fly, they enlarge and split into 10 snowballs, until each is about the size of a horse. They harden into ice and impact the prismatic shield. |
| Lhandariel09-28-03, 05:59 PM | The form known commonly as Aky, seems to waver indistinctly.. and then from it steps a figure of a woman. Pale and transparent seeming, her face is an oval and smoothskinned, yet retaining those long distant memories of laughter lines about eyes of a startling steel grey, almost silver as the light flickers about her. Hair the colour of burnt sugar is piled up about her head in a crown of braids, glinting golden in the darkness. However, she glances only once at Bhryn, then once at Ash. A glance behind her tells her that simply by instinct, Astair and Allie are somewhere out of reach and safe. Then she keeps moving. Past the fighting and the damage, through blood that doesnt touch her nor any attacks disarm her, the Lady of the Mask walks. When she does stop it is just as only two of those boulders flung cascade through the tough wall of magic and splitch through a few unlucky spell casters. A magebreaker, two swordrunics, and two Arcanus students. Her eyes travel back to where the magic came from, and a slight twist of her mouth occurs. A hand is lifted gracefully and in a voice that still owns undetones of a triple chorded one, but now shaded stronger with a woman's voice that could only be called low and sweet, if tired, she murmurs her chant. Light replaces half of her face and for a single brief moment, perhaps a mask may be seen upon the upper half of her face in glittering green... and more. Kord's blessings upon her very steps and touch... perhaps in the trick of the light, silver wings tinted with green glints are seen... but then, maybe not. A ghostly figure of a woman stands and waits. The call is answered, and as if from nowhere light suddenly sparks down from the sky, appearing before her in a molten ball of flame and light, dancing and moving until it reaches a size of well over eighteen feet. The figure coalesces into that of a human like one, eagle footed, wings attached to the folded arms over an impressively broad chest and a hawks head, stylised with symbols and strange signs hanging from a headress so intricate that it is breathtaking. This figure's skin is golden, the wings a variety of green, gold and silver. But the eyes, though ringed in black are a vicious and awake dark red. They move down to her, even as light seems to glint for yards at it's movement. "Lady, you called me again," it asks of her, and she nods. "You know the conditions. You will pay bloodprice." "I will." "Agreement will be reached with your new Keeper." It nods briefly. "Yes. Now, Lord Ra.. I summoned you to take care of what he throws at us.. use your sun to melt and your fire to throw down." Lhan gesture, incomplete armed as she vanishes then re-appears like dappled sunlight. "Him." Ra nods, a truly breathtaking sight for anyone to witness.. and steeling himself, he waits for the Cold magician to spark a new trick... |
| Armin-Gedrin09-28-03, 06:00 PM | ((smacks player for not paying attention. this takes place right before Draggy/jalil's post. sigh)) Armin gives the word and the Dwarves pull up the pikes as the army approached. The cleric yells out the final words to his spell and the spears lengthen on their own. Armin raises his axe and yells out a dwarven battle cry as the others release the pikes and raise their own weapons. . o O(Bloody hell. This is goin badly a'ready) With a growl, he begins to swing his axe back and forth like a scythe, cutting down anything in his path. within moments, his white armor is splattered with the dark blood of his enemies. |
| rom09-28-03, 06:08 PM | Rom giggles maniacly as he sees the dwarves lift up their pikes and skewer some of the advancing army. He lifts up his frying pan and waves it back and forth. At the signal, each dwarf takes a potion, and drinks it down. at the same time, a torch weilder sets them ablaze. "FLAMING DWARF BRIGADE ATTACK!!!!" Rom yells out loudly. 26 catapults are fired, launching their flaming cargo over the walls towards the enemy, arms and legs flailing as the dwarven torches tumble through the air |
| drowsbane09-28-03, 06:21 PM | Talon continues to fire arrows into the advancing horde. each arrow a black streak of death speeding towards its target, burying themselves deep into their intended targets. He pauses only once, casting a quick glance up at the fireballs hurtling over head. He does a quick double take as he notes the arms and legs of the fireballs. . o O(rom) A slight smile appears at the corner of his lips, but vanishes suddenly as he sees a hail of arrows coming his way. He leaps off the wall, discarding his bow and quiver as he jumps directing into the fray, the swarm of combatants swallowing him up. |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 06:51 PM | ((Talk about catchup...I can see I'm loved http://www.geocities.com/draggy42185/devilrazz.txt. Multiple spells! And Ari loves it...muahahaha http://www.geocities.com/draggy42185/deviljump.txt )) Right after the dispelling magic hits, the large hand appears in front of Ari, grabbing her. She screams and kicks at the thing as the magic missles fly towards the grappling battle. It appears as if many hit the hand instead of Ari, but either way, she is too busy fussing incoherantly at the hand to notice. Fire and lightning coalesce around her, obscuring the scene from vision in a toreent of the elements. Then, just as quickly, they clear away, and Ari still stands, struggling against the hand wrappes around her as she screams and kicks. "Big thingy not play nice! Not play nice at all!! Let go of Ari!!!" As if the magic she weilds itself reacted to her call, a ripple of invisible energy bursts from her, evident by the hand exploding and dissipating from around her. She drops to the ground, breathing a bit heavily as she wipes a hand across her nose, blood drying onto her gauntlets as she does. "That was no playing nice..." She opens her eyes, working to stand, and realizes she cannot see. A loud squeal echoes across the battlefield, quite high pitched and highly annoying. "Ari cannot see! ARI CANNOT SEE!!!" Groping around, she grabs for Jardis' leg...or something...blind as she is, squealling quite pitifully. "Ari cannot see! She cannot see!!!!! Black Lord help Ari seee!! Ari must see!!" About then, the spell wears off, and she realizes she is grabbing Jardis'...wherever she grabbed...and falls back, with a blank look on her face. After a moment she breaks into a fit of giggles. "Ari can see again! Black Lord loves Ari...let her see again! Ari give Black Lord's gift to mages! Black Lord send voices to tell Ari do so...Ehehehehe." She pulls another flask from under her cloak, drops the red powder in it, swirling it around, and then, with the same magical accuracy as before, lets it rip, this time aimed at the one she's seen giving commands the most. Upon impact, a column of divine fire rains from the sky, centered on Bhryn... ...and Ari, giggles. |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 07:03 PM | ((Flaming Dwarf Brigade!? http://www.geocities.com/draggy42185/devilrofl.txt )) Ari then sees the mass of flaming dwarfs flying though the air. Her eyes go wide, and a grin plasters over her face as she yells: "PLAY TOYS!!!" |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 07:29 PM | Looks upwards just as the first few spatters of fire-rain begin and barely has enough time to duck under the cover of her own shield... and at the end of it comes out singed, burnt, hair stuck up all over but very much alive... and very much annoyed "That... mildly stung..." Narrows her eyes, sighting the cavorting lunatic and mutters something to the startled Magebreakers stood next to her.. then with a whiplash motion unfurls her hand and mutters. From oustretched fingertips streaks a single thin green beam aimed for that maddening woman.. "...foretell this.. wench..." |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 07:40 PM | In the meantime, after firing that off, quickly shoves the closest General and barks something at the back ranks of the magic van guard. As directed, something shimmers in the air before the Gates and then solidifies...mmm antimagic field |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 07:52 PM | Ari's eyes widen as she spies the green beam flying over the heads of the army...and realizes it's heading towards her! Her eyes show for the briefest second that she knows what's coming before she makes a dive for the ground behind Jardis, curling up behind him. Her shield slips from it's precarious perch on her back, standing upright for a brief second as it falls, just long enough for the disintigration ray to hit it full on. The black surface suddenly alights with the symbol of a fist with beams of energy shooting out from it marked in an eerie green...then crumbles to the ground in a trace of fine dust. Ari blinks, looking at the dust and scrambling to pick it up in her hands. "Ari's shield! Ari's precious!!! Black Lord gave to Ari!!!!!!" A low growl escapes her mouth as she stays kneeled by the pile of dust. Then her head snaps up, blue eyes once again icy in caste as they take in Bhryn. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!!! I'm gonna kill you for that!!!" With a rage filled glare she looks over to the newly erected magic field, weaving her own magic to try and counter it. Then, with another motion, she fires the same green ray from her hand as Bhryn did moments earlier, aimed at the celestial herself. |
| the cold one09-28-03, 07:55 PM | The Maleks looks to eachother, as if in silent communication. After a moment, they grin and looks towards then battle, their hands weaving a new set of spells. Taking form closer to the conflict, multiple snowstorms, no larger than a hut begin to form. The storms intensify and grow, taking on a humanoid shape. A moment later, 20 foot tall ice golems stand where the storms were. 5 of them burst into flames, but do not seem affected by the heat. The constructs move forward, stepping over, around, and on top of their allies and the ones fighting them, heading towards the gates. One of the Maleks frowns. "anti magic? oh now that just won't do!" He casts a different spell and waves his hands, a light blue beam of energy streaking towards the shell to remove it ((hopefully--a crafted spell, designed to block the anti magic)) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 08:06 PM | Sadly, both spells just seem to bounce right off this strange Shell of magic, and one or two Magebreaker's in their armour and robes can be seen snickering in absolute derision. What kind of idiot tries breaking a 'Breakers magic? But the derision is short lived, as Celenaria barks out those commands, and several of the Breakers turn with fresh spells. The vanguard steps up twelve magic users from the countless sat waiting for the moment of glory. And the runics offer several spells up.. all aimed for those Golems... as well as one tricky Ra getting in the way of one and instead of magic as one would assume... simply breaks it in half, and then eats it! :sad: ah well... strange things these elementals! |
| Dante_Trublade09-28-03, 08:13 PM | Within the span of two minutes...(shows how chaotic combat is...) the creature, pierced with many of the weapons from the dead around it shimmers and twists, leaving behind the mage it possessed....frowning as he looks around...spotting those icegolems "oh for the love of kossuth!" Weaving his hands about in a timed pattern, muttering words of ancient draconic....his form once more changing...growing no less..in the end, The mage is replaced by a gargantuan Red dragon...who briefly looks over to the walls at draggy..and almost winks....a look..if called that...stating 'dont hate me because im beautiful.' turning back to the fray, attempting to pick up any remaining ice golems with his huge claws...if succesfull, just using it as a club to bash down upon the tiny enemies around him....everyonce in awhile letting loose a breath of fire here and there....rather enjoying himself. |
| the cold one09-28-03, 08:15 PM | The one golem that is broken in half explodes, sending shards of ice in all directions, including through the anti magic sheild, and at the battling armies, not differenciating between the sides at all.(nothing magical about shards of ice!:D )) The Malek controling that particular golem shrieks in pain, and falls to his knees, his body melting into the ground. some of the other ice golems fall. One of the flaming golems grabs an arm lost by one of its companions, and hurls it, with amazing accuraccy, at a group of mages. |
| Ashterus09-28-03, 08:16 PM | Tp to Bhryn> Shiva, Ifrit, or the Thunderbird? Goes into a defensive casting mode for a time, using a charge from his Staff to bring up an aura of shimmering force to protect Alantie, then pointing to a flank of the enemy army again brings his hand down, and another Volley of Fireballs comes hurtling from the tower to keep them from attempting to flank the City, his eyes surverying the battle, he blinks back as he takes an arrow hard in the shoulder, and gritting his teeth he yanks it out blood welling from the wound, he uses another charge from his Staff to send a Lighting Bolt arcing from it towards the Ice Lich. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-28-03, 08:18 PM | The army continues their charge under the direction of Jardis. Even as they scrabble at the gates, fighting flaming dwarfs, dragons, and celestials alike, the second phase of Jalil's plan is already in motion. Some at the gates stop suddenly, looking confused, other try to hug their fellows and get ripped apart in the beasts mad battle frenzy instead. Regardless, those that can continue to press onward, fighting until they fall, their blood thirst insatiable. The catapult rain seems to have ceased, oddly, though the beasts continue to try and scale the walls The second line of troops, under the effects of mass invisibility, have made their way around to the back wall. Set up into their squadrons, a massive minotaur stands before them, motioning under the magical effect to the group of mages in the back. Suddenly, the invisibility disperses, another large grouping of troops, standing at the back wall. These, however, are highly oraganized, obviously much more sophisticated, and well trained, despite their somewhat bestial look. With a single motion from Garak, the second wave of troops attack. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ::From somewhere on Celestia, Jalil watches, unseen, waiting for the right moment to strike, and telepathically directing her generals. She pauses briefly, closing her eyes as she watches Bhryn in front of the gates:: . o O (tp >Bhryn only<: It's nowhere near over yet...wench) |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 08:22 PM | The Magebreaker who was laughing soooo derisively stops patting her friend on her the shoulder.. then makes a face akin to ¬.¬ with the sly comment of: "...it's not my decade..." just as the arm comes skittering across, taking her full on in the chest and sweeping out two of the vanguard who were just stepping up... but as soon as it comes too close it's banished. Naria, at this time, is looking less than pleased. Good grief, hadn't she trained these people better?! Several more commands and the same volley of spells is let loose from those casting. Bhryn in this time has managed to move her ass aside and unsheathed that sword. Her dark eyes take in the plight, then a yell of Celestial over the crowd draws attention from the small group of fighting ones by the breakline. "Avar tuan! Iys atule elle rannie dan!"Or put simply: "Get them! Cut down their numbers, fast!"... . o O ( tp> whichever, just stop them from getting too close! ) Aaaaand... that elemental is busy picking shards of ice from his mouth... but turns after dumping what is left on the enemy with a toss towards Jardis and Ari's troops... and then hunts down one of the golems left standing, growling: "Dinner..." |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-28-03, 08:24 PM | : Blinks at the Horde not totally caught off guard but not expecting it just yet, he leans over, and kisses Alantie deeply, and lovingly and in a soft whisper "You'll be safe here...." Brings the Flaming Great Sword up and in a commanding voice "Elites with me!" Jumps from the Tower to the battlement, landing in a courch, he brings into a sprint charging to meet the back attack, the Elite guardmen's still behind the walls breaking from the defense of the front of the walls, to charge quickly to the back, to meet the uncoming horde. Astair gets there first his hacking to the left and right with his powerful blade, it seeming to burst into white hot flames with each strike on an enemy he seems to be alone at first defending the back wall all by himself before finally his Elite guard join him, helping to even the odds somewhat, the fighting frantic, and fierce, the flames of the blade burning white hot. |
| Bhryn Astairre09-28-03, 08:24 PM | Stops, turning on her heel... "...Jalil?" Looks about, then yells something towards the armies inside, towards Vale, Jea, Acaed and whomever else elected to stay inside.. Astair among them. "Something's not right! Eyes open, wide awake!" |
| Astair_Strife'Iriden09-28-03, 08:29 PM | Tp> Got it Aunt Bhryn.... He continues to fight like a mad man, his Greatsword cleaving left and right, bursting into flames on impact, he roars in defience of Jalil and her troops his well trained Elites, fighting as if their lives, and every life in Celestia depended on it, which it does, weilding their Glaives, Swords or Axes with the skill of five men each, a rock hard defense against the second wave, though eventually even they will wear out. He pulls back for a moment only to bring his Flaming Blade up and shouts at the top of his lungs "For Paladine, For Celestia, for the White Lady! |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-28-03, 08:31 PM | ::For a brief moment, a voice echoes over the battlefield...malicious laughter...recognizable to those who know her:: |
| Blackguard09-28-03, 08:34 PM | The new attacking army, mostly made up of hobgoblins, begins its advance. The great seige engines launching flight after flight of large ballistae bolts darken the sky as they hurtle towards the few defenders. Giant boulders smash into the walls as the rather well armed force advances quickly. other seige engines move to the walls, providing easier access to the city by the attackers. Mages hurl lightning bolts and fireballs, as well as magic missles and meteor swarms as well. Archers fire arrow after arrow, covering the advancing army. Leading the charge is a large minotaur, wearing black plate mail bearing the symbol of Bane. He has a large battle axe and sheild, and is riding a wardrake. With him are 250 humans, wearing similar armor and mounted on nightmares. Spells fly and weapons gleam as the surprise attack is mounted. |
| Dante_Trublade09-28-03, 08:35 PM | pauses in his rampage, hearing the voice....his voice rumbling and deep, gritty.. " The Wench?! Where... " looks around from his vantage point in the air....slowly thumping his way towards where malek is " I will deal with others later. You have caught my...attention. " |
| the cold one09-28-03, 08:40 PM | ((would like to point out that there are about 20, no--19 Malek's hurling spells at the moment. each looks exactly alike.)) The golems are...well....no more. large chunks of ice litter the battlefield. Some of the Maleks note the approach of the dragon and smile, casting spells as they watch his approach. Streaks of pure cold eminate from their hands, impacting on the body of the dragon. Others fire off spells of their own, and swarms of ice boulders fall from the sky, to pummel the dragon as well. |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 08:40 PM | Ari blinks seeing the big dragon, pulling a scroll from her scroll case and quickly reading the spell off of it...aimed at the dragon... |
| rom09-28-03, 08:48 PM | The flaming dwarves hurtle through the air, landing smack in the middle of the conflict, on the front side of the city. Some land with sickening thuds, and remain motionless, their part in the war over. others land on the enemy, using them to break their falls, and setting them afire as well. the surviving dwarves, still afire, begin to run pell mell thoughout the field of battle, setting enemies alight. Occassionally, a dwarf will succumb to his own fires, and fall, lifeless to the ground, but the others begin to form up, into a small knot of firey, but insane dwarves, and begin to fight. The sounds of kettles and frying pans echo across the battlefield as the dwarves pound and pummel their adversaries. ==================================== ((and now another dwarf heard from)) Armin and his kin form a circle, badly outnumbered, their ranks shrinking quickly. Armin's axe is gone, as are numerous other weapons. He know fights with two smaller, but just as deadly hand axes. His face is one of fierce concentration, his beard matted with blood. |
| Jardis WinterWulf09-28-03, 08:56 PM | Stares, just stares as the Golems get smashed to crap and now there appears to be a Huge red dragon chit chatting to the maleks... and then to top things off, alongside Ari's mad, inane giggling... there are dwarves... dwarves on fire... battering some of his Trollocs. Facepalms for Shayol Ghul! :mad: "Why... me!?" In the meantime, it seems several of the more stupid trollocs, hard though that is to believe, are coming back to him of all things, wearing the sheepiest expressions in the world. "WHAT NOW!?" he yells at them in exasperation, those absolutely stunning green eyes filled to the brim with fury. "...I'm naked."grunts one.. "I can't remember where I am,"Chorus the majority followed by the ever classic of one eagle beaked trolloc tugging on Jardis' immaculate black sleeve. He turns and eyes it, furiously... so furious a vein is throbbing on his forehead. "Yes....?" "...I think I left the iron on, I have to go home and check..." "...." "...what's an iron?" Beyond all reasonable control, lets loose with a barrage of insults in his own language, so dark and loathsome that even Ari must blink and his control of his own face slips.. revealing that gruesome, rotting mask of putrid flesh, worms and decay... the bones of the jaw working and the ruined tongue flapping as he half commands, half beats them into going back to the field. "WHHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!? MEEEEEEEEEEE?!" :mad: |
| Ashterus09-28-03, 08:56 PM | Begins to cast, taking his time to do so with this one a magical circle appearing around him in a dark red, he continues his casting, intricate lines now appearing with in it, his words continue to grow in power, and now runic symbols appearing within it, the intensity and power of his words become stronger, and stronger until finally he brings the staff down hard to crack against it Arcane energy beginning to swirl about him, and bringing it up he unleashes the energy in a bolt of pure magical energy it arcs upwards towards the heavens then takes shape into that of a massive bird made totally of Lightning, it seems to exhale drawing power into it's form before unleashing all of it in a massive lightning storm of power which arcs downwards to crash into the first army as has all his other spells, the ground seeming to shake from the force of the massive blast, the Thunderbird dissappearing after it's run its course. |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-28-03, 09:08 PM | A hurtling Warhammer which explodes with the force of a lightning bolt heralds the arrival of Thorik, and his Dwarves to Armin side. They come crashing through the tight circle in a wedge shape, their axes slashing left and right. A particulary unlucky Orc has the misfortune of stumbling into Thorik's path only to get slapped hard across the head with the Dwarven Kings shield its head snaps back, the Dwarven Kings emblem stamped across it's face, he tosses Armin his axe, his Troops following him in a Wedge shape with Thorik at the head. |
| Dante_Trublade09-28-03, 09:11 PM | Not fifty feet away from the many maleks....getting pummeled by ice...his shape once more twists....not of his doing...shrinking down to a cute red fae dragon.....dodging the many ice boulders and such..looking around himself.. " Whatthebloodyhellisthis. " blinks..wide eyed..squeaky voiced(like a tiny chipmunk ^_~) "Oooooooooknotgood" And procceds to fly around franticly... |
| the cold one09-28-03, 09:37 PM | One of the malek's grins and walks towards the fae. He raises his hands and motions towards him. A blast of ice streams from his hands and forms a cage around the fae, which drops to the ground. He grins and motions to the cage, which rises up and floats towards the Malek. |
| Savael09-28-03, 09:39 PM | Observing the recent turn of events, with the arrival of the second line of troops from Jalils army as well as the memorable advance of the Flaming Dwarf Brigade, Savael reached for a scroll tucked neatly away into the belt by his waist and unfurled it before him. ... Neat spell ... Flame Strike ... His face is screwed up in severe consentration as he struggles to pronounce the arcane syllabales needed across the immens roar of the ongoing battle. In the end though, Savaels head snaps to attention, a look of triumph in his eyes - He had done it, the spell was aimed for the Celestial battlements, and so he watched in expectance as a collumn of divine fire roared down from the spell-filled sky, enveloping its surroundings in flame and fire for a few seconds... before wisking away as quickly as it had appeared, the magic spent, and the damage done. After this had been done, Savael kneeled down where he stood on the Celestial plain, folding his gloved hands in prayer... Oh Master Builder, We ask thee to bless Our brothers who has died in thy service, Please forgive them the transgressions of Their living days and look with favour on Their works in thy name. Darkness and death purify their spirits And draw from them all wich does not Meet thy plan. Take them to serve with Thee in thy home where they may rest In peace eternal. With this, Savael cast his eyes up towards the sky, now darkened with searingly powerfull spells, various implements of war, Flying Dwarfs, dragon(s), and so much more... Oh Divine Father... please, - someone! - hear my prayer. |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 09:41 PM | Ari's hardened icy eyes take in Jardis, shying back slightly away from him. However, the sight also seems to trigger something in her as her eyes softena nd widen again and she giggles, jumping on and attaching herself to Jardis "Ooooo! You's Ari's friend...you tells the beasties! Ari can play with beasties later, yes yes yes yes yes?" She continues to jump up and down, staying attached to him when she catches sight of... "WITTLE DWAGGLES! EEEEEE! Cute! Cute! Cute! Cute!!!! Ari must have! Ari MUST HAVE!!" She jumps up and down, still attached to Jardis. "Help Ari get! Help Ari Get!!!" She then turns to the closest Malek, grabbing hold of his robes and shaking him too, her eyes seeing the cage. "You help Ari get pet too! Ari huggles and wuvvles and squeeze her pets...Ari huggles and loves them to pieces!!! You give to Ari, yes?" She continues to watch the fae in amazement. |
| Dante_Trublade09-28-03, 09:46 PM | Caught in the cage...actually begins to look like a ping pong ball, a blur of red as he flings himself at the cage's bars "lemmeoutillgutyoulikefishfryyoulikekabbo bsdamnnuttywomansnotgunnahugmetodeathnos ir!" |
| Jardis WinterWulf09-28-03, 09:48 PM | Palms that cracked facade of a face and nearly blinks when he's clung to.. and strange expression crossing that temple of ruin he calls a visage. "Y...yes..." Stares oddly at Ari, then once she gambols away, touches where she clung to.. feeling the material. Swallows and reforms his face, nervously put off his stride and leaving Malek to cope with Captain Loopynuts, he glides forward, and catches one of the breakaway wingers in a hand and with slow, cruel precision... crushes the throat of it as battle wages about them.. "So strong, so beautiful... come, let death take you away..."As the young woman dies, kisses her to steal the last of her breath.. then drops the body.. and moves towards the Trollocs.. leaving that crumpled form there, certainly deader than dead... |
| Thorik_Brightaxe09-28-03, 09:49 PM | Damn it this one's Ash. I'm taking him out. My Fighter types will remain. Stops casting in mid spell and frowning deeply he looks to his sister to whisper to her quietly Tp> The School's under attack I need to go now. Disappears in a flash, Going to defend the school, and the massive amounts of Lore there. |
| the cold one09-28-03, 09:52 PM | The Malek looks at the blurr in the cage, and speaks another couple of words, casting a few spells in and around the cage. (slow, stasis) He then takes the caged fae back behind the lines for safe keeping, another Malek keeping an eye on Captain Loopynuts as the fae is removed from the area. |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 09:57 PM | ((*WARNING* Disturbing loonacy ahead! *WARNING* )) Ari frowns, seeing she can't get to the fae through the cage as feathery wings catch her eyes in the form of a dying/dead celestial. "Oooooo!" She gallavants over, leaning down and drawing out a dagger with which she happily proceeds to remove the celestial's entrails, holding them up in her now messy gauntlets. "Ari has a leash for her pet!" |
| Jardis WinterWulf09-28-03, 10:00 PM | Grins and glances back at Ari, then tosses her the shield he took from the fallen soldier.. "Here you go sweetie, new shield for you... play nice.."winks and tootles towards the oncoming lot, throwing back an offhand comment. "Leash wouldn't be for me, would it? I love a domineering woman... rawr!" |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-28-03, 10:18 PM | ((Important note on the OOC thread. Play nice, you guys!)) |
| Ariadne09-28-03, 11:11 PM | Ari turns towards the sound of Jardis' voice, fumbling to catch the shield, her "leash" falling to rest on her boots as she looks over the shield in wonder. "Oooooo...Ari has new shield! Yay yay! Now just needs pet for leash, Ari does." She gives a longing glance back to Malek and the cage... Then she looks back to Jardis, quirking her head at his comment. "You be Ari's pet? And let Ari play with beasties?" There's a high quiality of child-like innocence in her voice as a hopeful grin crosses her face. She holds up the "leash". "Ari let you wear pretty leash. Decorate with feathers and paint in red, if you want. Ari let you be pet since gave Ari shield, yes yes. We have fun and get lots more pets, yes yes yes?" Without waiting for an answer, she bends down and starts plucking the beautiful feathers from the celestial's wings, marring the first few with crimson red as the gore on her hands comes of on the feathers. She continues to pluck them all, tucking them away in her pouch until the biggest and prettiest feathers are gone, leaving a disturbing skeletal frame of the wings, and a celestial down. "Ari wants more feathers...feathers pretty..." She looks up to the skies, picking out one celestial who strayed just a little too far from the rest. She grins at the lady. "Ari have present!" She waits for the winged one to turn and look before loosing her "present", a black ray extending from her fingers to slam into the celestial. For a moment, the winged warrior appears to be fine, but as she flaps her wings to continue on, she finds herself straining to do so, her strength seeming to be drained as she collapses to the ground face first. Ari claps and gleefully slides over to her, sitting on the celestial's back in her armor, her new shield strapped over her shoulder, as she takes out her little pouch and starts to jerk the feathers from the still-living celestial's wings, all the while singing an innocent little lullabye... |
| Che'ilhe Niar'rhia09-29-03, 12:18 AM | At the paragon's call, Naria looks up from where her bald-headed face took the time to have a meeting with her palm, scanning the area around her. She barks out another line of commands in Celestial to the vanguard, a few of the back lines moving up to take the ones injured by the ice golems to the infirmary. She then turns a stern gaze on the rest, for a brief moment the hardness of her face nearly matching the paragon's as she half-yells at the group gathered before her. "Have I not taught you all better than this? I said stay sharp...war is not the time nor place to be having a laugh." She points out over the battlefield, coincedentally, her point directing the eyes of her legion to the scene of the loony spell caster ripping out feathers from an unlucky magebreaker's back. "Do you see this...this is war...and unless you would like to see just how serious it is, I suggest you stay sharp and do your duty!" Several of the vanguard cringe, and in the back at least one is heard throwing up. Naria turns her head to look, and just as soon wishes she hadn't, shutting her eyes to the sight and looking away. She looks back up, her face not carrying nearly the hardness it had just moments before, but more of the motherly kindness she's known for holding for those she teaches. "I don't want to see any of you in that position. You've all learned well, and now we have a job to do. Now get to it!" Snapping to attention, the Breakers line up, the next vanguard stepping forward to give the last vanguard a much needed break so their magic doesn't run out. Naria looks out over the field to the loon and the multiple ice liches as she slips up beside Bhryn. "Never a dull moment, aye Paragon?" Without waiting for an answer, she shouts out in the celestial toungue: "Fire at will!" "What makes you believe something is wrong? Should I send a squad of Breakers to check somewhere?" |
| Arzethros09-29-03, 12:46 AM | An orb of bright golden light appears amidst the battlefield, followed shortly behind by a few dozen more that form separately across the chaotic conflict. With small flares of light, the orbs shift into humanoid forms of glowing light with canine heads. When the light fades away, it is clear what they are; Hound Archons. Standing where the first of these orbs appeared and flared is Arzethros; standing just over six feet tall and broadly muscled, covered with gleaming golden-tan fur and glowing blue eyes. Dressed in armor of white and dark blue leathers and plates of bright mithral, his bastard sword with the golden blade held in hand, he quickly appraises the surroundings, barking out signals to his fellow hound archons, literally barking. They spread out to strategic locations amid the other forces of good in strategic places. Standing as stalwart guardians, they hold their swords at the ready, meeting the oncoming forces as best they can. Arzethros meets an oncoming foe headlong, slashing with his sword in a precise motion, the holy energies radiating from the blade and cleaving into the target. At the same instant, he lets loose a howl that somehow echoes above the sounds of battle, signaling once more to his fellows as he begins to glow with a glistening crystal blue aura. At the sound of the howl, the other hound archons also focus themselves, generating the same blue auras from around them. The glows of these auras expand until they reach out to twenty feet from their sources, the edges fading until they are faint wisps of the gleam. The glow holds a nearly physical and solidified amount of holy energy, pure good put to use; and is repellent enough to those who are evil at the core to place the seeds of fear among them. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-29-03, 01:53 AM | The beastial warriors at the gate continue their screaming blood frenzy, clawing, biting, slashing, hacking, and otherwise tearing apart those celestials they get their hands on. The groups near to where the hound archons appear immediatly turn their attention, small groups of the beast warriors converging on the new celestials, some repelled by their aura, but others taking their place instead, all hungry to get fresh meat and shed blood. -------------------------------------------------------------- ((Meanwhile...as both my generals have gone to bed...heh)) The second legion presses hard against the back wall, siege cannons being brought in and spell being flung in an attempt to take down the walls to the back of the city. The hobgoblin warriors press on against Astair's troops, obviously well trained and equipped for war. Even as Astair's troops come at them from over the wall, they are met with a brigade of pikesmen who expertly lift a plethora of sharp pikes into the air at the last moment, impaling those celestials unfortunate enough to not see the trick. The other celestial elites must battle the hail of arrows and spells being flung from the rear of the army by the enemy spellcasters. Catapults are drawn in on wheeled carts into position, some of the warriors loading them with ammunition brought along in carts, and then firing the weapons with immense force. One grouping of spell casters stands together, the one in the center linked to two on either side by way of a silver chain and bracelet, connecting them by their wrists. These five mages moves and act as one, the center one leading as a summoning spell is called, a multitude of air elementals coming at the mages' bidding and engaging the rest of the celestials in the air. -------------------------------------------------------------- ::Jalil turns to the handsome man concealed in the shadows beside her, a hand going lovingly to his cheek:: "You are restless, love...go...let your blade taste their flesh and the True Source within you lash at their defenses. I will be safe here...and when the time is right, I shall join you." ::She leans up, planting a deep kiss on Tyffron's lips, finally releasing the kiss after a moment to look up at him:: "Enjoy yourself...but save some for me, dear." ::A malicious glint sparks in her eyes as she sits back again, watching the fruits of her labor. Beside her a new pair of eyes glow brilliant red in the darkness, their height nearly as tall as Jalil herself, but the soft howl that carries across the battlefield, echoing with death, is anything but human:: |
| Tyffron_Lyrcolath09-29-03, 02:01 AM | Grins at Jalil's words, wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss before she breaks it. Grinning and nodding to her "I shall return once I have had my fill" From deep in the ranks of Trollocs and hoards of soldiers, a pair of midnight angelic wings spread widely and heave the air around Tyffron as he takes flight. His wings propell him into the air before he dives quickly, swooping low then banking right and climbing with the momentum gained. From his high vantage point, he surveys the area, watching the the scores of troups go about their tasks. Off to one side, the growing of blue aura's catches his eye as he dives towards them. As he plumets, he fills himself with Sadin, drawing deeply upon it as he sweeps low to the ground and drawing himself to a stop with a mighty flap of his wings. Upon landing on the ground, he clinches his hands into fists, his nuckles growing white with the strain he puts upon them before dropping to one knee and slamming his fists into the ground. Upon impact, he releases a large weave of earth, sending it ripping through the soil as it begings to shake and rumble, several large cracks beginning a few feet away from him and spreading like the threads of a spider web towards the Hound Archons, each crack widening further and further, driving straight towards the Archons. Tyffon glances up and watches the cracks flowing across the ground, a grin filled with the deepest malice slips to his lips as he glances past his roguishly unkempt hair to watch his handywork. |
| Kierian Dorel09-29-03, 02:32 AM | ((time to play catch up after the absence that will go uncommented on)) As the hoards of Trollocs and beasties attack the gates, a wide, eager grin comes to kierian's face. Spinning his war hammers around in his hands, he shrugs his shoulder as his cloak slips from his lumber frame. A feral, distinctly feline roar rumbles from his chest as his shape grows physically, in both height and size, adding to his already monolithic stature. When complete, his body is covered in a dark golden fur, his face having elongated into that resembling a tiger as his chest heaves with deep breathes. Another roar ruptures from his now gaping maw of razor sharp teeth as he charges into the hoard, swinging his twin war hammers with precision and strength, reviling slightly in the sound of crunching bone and ripping flesh as they strike home on the massive beastly like Trollocs. The jagged sword of a Trolloc with a goat's head, slices into his right shoulder as his two war hammers meet, crushing the skull of another Trolloc between the two heads. Growling lowly, he releases the two handley and balls up a fist, driving it into the Trolloc's goat head, knocking him back. Stepping back, he quickly chants in a druid tongue, his words weaving quickly as he finishes the spell as the ground beneath a large chunk of the charging Trollocs errupts, spewing molten earth into the air. The smell of burnt Trollocs quickly rushes around him as he plucks his war hammers from the fallen corpse's head, pulling them free with an audible crunch of his foot on it's face, and returns to bashing and ripping his way through the large beasties |
| Arzethros09-29-03, 02:32 AM | The Hound Archons hold themselves as best they can against the bestial forces. They use their swords as both weapon and shield, slashing to strike between oncoming attacks and moving to parry the foes away when possible, though they get caught by a few of the blows that get past, leaving wounds in their thick hides. Arzethros takes up a largely defensive stance in combat, keeping his blade back for blocking rather than offense. He holds off more of the attacks as a result of this, but gets caught in the side by a claw strike. He winces slightly, but maintains his defensive positioning. Or at least they do until the earth beneath them quakes and opens. At the sight of the skisms in the ground, the hound archons break away, attempting to dive to the sides, though many falter and a few drop in and fall between the ground. Arzethros himself spins to the side, hoping that the chasm heading his way will catch his attackers. He manages to evade the rift, landing with great skill and agility on one of the solid areas nearest him, bringing his blade outward in a flash to drive back a foe standing near his landing point, his aura continuing to radiate. |
| Wandering_Soul09-29-03, 02:49 AM | From deep within the recesses of the army, a figured draped in shadows lingers, shifting under his cloak of deep midnight, through the lumbering Trollocs and around the goblins, his gaze fixed upon the walls where the archers rain arrows down upon the approaching hoards. Weaving in and out, gaining more line of sight, he spots the half drow that stands upon the wall, a grin of the deepest malice gliding to his lips as he draws his bow of deepest night, pulling a shimmering silver arrow from his quiver and taking careful aim at the half drow before loosing it, only to draw one of flaming red, and firing it to follow the silver one. As each flies through the air, the arrow pierces the sky with a scream, zipping through the air and changing from it's arrow shape to release the spell locked within. The silver arrow crackles and snaps as the shaft errupts to a charge of lightning as it zips through the air towards the half drow. The second, burrning red shaft begins to smoke and smolder as it leaves the bow, leaving a thin trail of smoke before it errupts into flame, growing larger and larger until it burns brightly in a large ball of flame that plows it's way through the air towards the half drow as well. Slipping his bow back over his shoulder, the dark figure slips back into the hoard of warriors, seeming to disappear in their ranks with an evil grin and a menicacle laugh |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-29-03, 03:03 AM | ::Leaning down, Jalil places a hand on the large hound beside her, stroking a hand down it's black fur as the canine whines softly to her, even the smallest sound coming from it's throat reverberating witht he chilling sound of death. It's red eyes long for battle, long to sink into flesh and tear bone, long to taste blood. However, with a quieting hand from Jalil, it lays down, staying with her:: "Patience, my death bringer. Our chance will come." ::As if answering to her it lets out another howl, this one reverberating with death soon to come...:: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trollocs, meanwhile, continue to press foward, those few unlucky falling into Tyff's nasty fissure in the ground. In brutal attempts, others produce weighted nets, which they cast at their airborne celestial foes, hoping to ground them so they may batter, slash, claw, and bite the life from them. A few more trollocs who are just making their way into the area fall victim to the rune triggers, slipping away to ask Jardis such things as "Who am I?", "Where are we?", and, to Jardis everlasting despair, "Are you my mommy?" The rest continue to batter away, fighting as if in some neverending blood frenzy ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ::Meanwhile, a single telepathic message makes its way to Jardis mind, and another to Garak's:: . o O (>Jardis, closed<: Press forward as long as you can. I will send back-up when it is available) . o O (>Garak, closed<: Take down that wall...do whatever you must to accomplish this. However, do not enter the city until I tell you. When you feel you are able, send some of your squadrons to the front, but be sure to leave the rear well threatened. Do you understand?) ::Meanwhile, she waits in the shadows...:: |
| Sativus09-29-03, 03:08 AM | A wave of thick, black shadows creeps out from the sides of the army, flowing liquid smooth over the plains to each side and extending out like wings before stopping. From deep within the swirling blackness of the shadows rise the forms of Drow, many on lizard mounts, but most on foot with weapons drawn already. Like a sea of living midnight, the drow charge in, the snow white manes of hair rolling smoothly like white caps upon heavy waves, as both lizard mounted drow and soldier rush in from both sides towards the gates. |
| Armin-Gedrin09-29-03, 05:24 PM | Armin and his force, along with Thoriks continue to carve hunks into the trollocs and other nameless beasties. Armin, his axe back in hand spins, bringing his axe from ground level straight up between the legs of a Trolloc, splitting him in two equal pieces. He accepts a hit from another, and stomps on the foot of the second attacker, then head butts him in the crotch, finishing him off with a left to right sweep of his axe, spilling the trollocs innards to the ground. He watches another of the dwarves fall, a spear though his neck, and yells in frustration, hurling a discarded hammer at the spear thrower, immediatly turning his attention elsewhere. His frustration turns to a smile as he spies a familiar furry ally. "bout time, fuzz face! I gots 24 already. Hurry yerself up!" He grins and ducks a charging trolloc, standing up underneath it and sending it flying through the air, towards Kierian. "CATCH!" |
| Jardis WinterWulf09-29-03, 06:41 PM | after a time, Jardis begins to tire of messing around... more particularly after some friendly little monster, only lord knows what... on fire and trying to give him a hug, giggling murderously about chickens... had not only set him on fire but caused him such a fit of temper that had started in a well aimed kick and ended in him being ungraciously kneecapped. So he forms again out of the shadows of night, back behind his forces lines and continues to study those wandering about in mass confusion. But Jalil's words offer no comfort, and even as he watches those forces of his dwindle.. the gears of thinking can almost be heard turning, grinding slowly in the dark creatures head.. and that familiar light glinting in his eyes as he studies Ari. "Lady of Bane..."Decides on formality in the hopes it'll rouse the aspect of her personality he needs to talk to. "Can Bane not do anything about those symbols being triggered?" |
| rom09-29-03, 07:40 PM | rom bounces away from jardis, having narrowly avoided being kicked into next week. He bounds, literally back into the fray, smacking, hugging, kicking and all around just trying to set the enemy on fire. He winds up his large frying pan and swings it mightily, caving in the knee of a trolloc. As the beastie falls to the ground, Rom bashes it again with his might frying pan of doom, turning the trollocs head into beastie smear. Again and again Rom swings, bashing and smashing and Clucking like mad. suddenly, he notices that his flames are almost out. He looks around, and sees that he is surrounded by Trollocs, and his Flaming Dwarf Brigade is no where to be seen. "oh Poo!" He looks back to the city and spots a familiar blond haired dwarf and waves to him frantically. "FIRE!!!! NEED MORE FIRE!!!!!!" |
| Kierian Dorel09-29-03, 07:43 PM | Hearing Armin's boasting, Kierian's gaping maw roars, a mixture of laughter and outrage at being so far behind. Turning quickly at the tiny dwarf's request to play catch, he drops the business end of one war hammer onto the incoming cranium of the trolloc, grinning as the resounding crunch echos loudly before the corpse hits the ground. Spinning back quickly, he is rushed by a half dozen of the ugly beasts, weapons raining down on him before he can bring they to defense quickly enough, striking a few major hits on him. His weapons begin swinging with wickedly viscious precision, removing legs and heads as they rip through the large disgusting creature. Under his shirt, the golden tiger striped fur becomes matted quickly, blood flowing freely from the wounds he's recieved already. |
| Kendrac Kegstand09-29-03, 08:05 PM | After having taking some serious time to climb down from the outer wall, waddle his way around celestia in search of a place he can actually see from, he makes his way up into one of the towers. Upon grabbing a box to stand upon, he looks out over the battle with wide eyes, his jaw dropping open at the sight that lays before him "oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh......" His attention is quickly diverted by Rom's widly waving arms, beconing for more fire. Giggling insanely, he taps his fingers on his lips, searching for the right words, before his eyes light up with a sparkle Fer me buddy Rum who folks fink dumb 'nd his brudders dripsin red A big red ball I dun make fall Ta make da baddies dead.. Upon finishing his rather motley ryme, he grabs the top of his robes and flings them over his head, the whole sumo/toga flying smoothly off of him as he does, and then wiggles his fingers at Rom. A signifigantly large fireball shoots towards the flaming dwarf brigade, and exploding on impact, as Kendrac turns around to show his pink pokadot covered arse to the oncoming army with a giggle |
| Bhryn Astairre09-29-03, 08:06 PM | Glancing aside from the carnage to Naria, she nods and gestures briefly. "Send a group and two scouts... make sure one had a psion type spell on them and get her/him to instantly think to you what she or he sees..." Turns her worried eyes to the battle, disturbed deeply by that sense of an itch she can't simply scratch. Then as all falls silent, nods to one of the Clerics atop the battlements who sends word down.. and from the sky opens up a storm the likes of which only Ari has probably seen before.. ---- Ash makes it to the Academy and finds it safe but the students running about like headless chickens. ---- Astair on the other hand, finds himself caught between a rock and a hard minotaur.. several of his troops make to sever the ballista's seen and a couple are trampled underfoot only to get back up, slower than before but no less zealous in defence of their fair city. ---- |
| Lhandariel09-29-03, 08:17 PM | As resolute as any can be, she studies her summoned creature as he quite literally has one helluva field day after munching on the bits and bobs of the ice golems.. and then trollocs... and then seeing the new wave of drow, he chuckles and appears to almost skip his way over to them. Ra, this fantastical creature of light takes only a minute to watch the sweeping wave... then opens his maw and from it speeds the thickest bolts of Searing Light ever imagined, aimed at the front of the charge to make the horses buck and whinny... and then once done, he too charges in, looking for disgustingly enough, dinner... meep! The horizon easily seen now and after an eventful night, morning has broken, bloody spilt along a deep purple skyline... She lifts her head with a proud tilt to the insubstantial chin, and weaves her hands once more. A ghost, a memory but stronger in underestimated terms, than any seen afore. Her skill with the magic of summoning creatures beyond par.. and so saying up she calls another creature from lord only knows where. He appears to create himself from the various fires strewn about, forming a figure standing at nineteen feet tall or so the casual eye would guess. A mane of thick flames for his hair, a massively muscled torso painted in bloody runes. Large hands end in vicious claws made for stabbing and rending, a muzzled face of a wolf be his visage and long legs for running alon at great speeds. Wherever he sets his feet flames and smoke curl up instantly, and in one hand he holds a curved blade of fire itself, smoking and sizzling in the air. "You rang, M'lady?"It grunts, something almost like care entering those dark blue eyes as he studies the small mistress of his powers, she wilting over a little. "Yes.. go help Ra with the drow... see if you can stand on one of those as you pass"She gestures at the Maleks.. and so seeing her gesture the creature merely smirks and sets off at a loping, incredible speed.. feet slamming down in the hopes of crushing one or two unsuspecting Maleks... chortling all the way towards the drow... |
| Akrinnyon09-29-03, 08:28 PM | ((playin a little catch up here)) A quick gasp of air rushes into Akrinnyon's lungs, feeling Lhan, the kindness and love that beats in his heart, slip from him. After his eyes open from such a great loss, he nods to her airy form, and then to Bhryn, speaking with the distinct female sweet tone missing from the mix. "All that you ask shall be done Paragon..." Turning on his heals, he sprints away from Bhryn with an unnatural burst of speed, zipping up the the stairs that lead to the outter wall. Planting one foot on the walls edge, he propells himself towards those who press Astaire. His cloak ripples violently as he flies, snapping and cracking with the speed in which he flies through the air. From under his shirt, glitter strips of silver begin to slide up, one forming over the previous as soon as it appears, until his entire head and his hands as well, are covered with the the shimmering silver armor. His momentum takes him directly at the minotaur. Swinging backwards, he brings both of he feet to the lead, aiming them directly at the bullish chest of the beast, and bracing himself for impact |
| the cold one09-29-03, 08:30 PM | Two Malek's become one with the ground as they are crushed underfoot. Most of the others move together and seem to melt into a single liquid form. the form grows larger and larger, until it mirrors the size of the oncomming creature. The giant form seems to be wearing armor plating, his demonic head sprouting two giant horns. his arms end in two weapons, one a large hammer, an the other ending in scythe like weapon. the entire creature appears to be made of ice, emminating extreme cold. the ice giant/demon steps forward, raising its arms and swings its massive hammer arm at the attacking monster, shaking the very ground itself. |
| Blackguard09-29-03, 08:51 PM | Garak motions to one of the leaders of the hobgoblins, who in turn makes a motion in the air. Two sections of the sodiers wheel away from the attack and work their way to the other side of the city, to join with the trollocs. the giant minotaur spots the oncoming silver armored drow. He mutters a few words softly, and a brief glow surrounds Garak. his black armor seems to take on a sheen as he swings his massive sheild around between himself and Akyr, tightening his grip on the reigns of the wardrake, which in turn grips the ground tighter in readiness. |
| Arzethros09-29-03, 09:20 PM | The hound archons who kept themselves above ground continue to fight on, their radiant blue auras remaining active as they fight. They slash and stab with strength and skill, doing their part to hold back the bestial forces. The rifts where some of the other archons fell glow with a slight golden radiance as the celestials within trigger their teleportations, reappearing on the surface amongst the battle once more, one by one, those who do looking a bit worse for wear from the drops. Arzethros maintains his primarily defensive actions, only taking occasional swings at the enemy, holding his block and dodge strategy. His eyes narrow in thought as he focuses on those who remain at his normal station in Celestia; to the keepers of the armory he and his fellows were dispatched from. . o O ( ~Closed tp~: We need shields, and we need them as soon as possible. ) The hound archons continue to battle on, holding themselves as best they can, though they gradually take on the same defensive stance as Arzethros. However, within moments, golden glows appear by them, taking up their place in front of their off arms like gleaming shields of pure energy that soon solidify into true shields of gold and silver, gleaming with various holy symbols. The archons quickly regain their offensive tactics, lashing out at the foes around them with their granted shields offering them protection. Arzethros whispers his thanks in celestial as his shield appears, his thoughts echoing the words in relay to the ones who remain behind. Now with shield in hand, he breaks from his defensive stance, striking out at the enemy soldiers around him with the gleaming golden blade, keeping the shield in place to counter incoming strikes. |
| Ariadne09-29-03, 09:57 PM | Ari looks to Jardis as she plucks the final feathers from the now barely alive celestial. "Need magicks gone? Ari can do!" She stands, a pround grin crossing her face as she steps on the plucked celestial and looks towards the gates. She traces a pattern, chanting in a sing song voice the words of magic. A wave of pale green bursts from a central point in front of the gate, dispelling the magic within the area of effect. She then does a cartwheel, giggling. "Good for the snakey moving man?" She then looks back to the massive creatures, frowning as they go after the beasties. "Yous bad...go away!" She extends her hand at the creatures (Ra and the Fire one) with a small chant, casting banishment magic at them. |
| Xerneth Karjen09-30-03, 05:08 AM | A cloaked figure seems to simply appear, fading into view walking towards the battle in the distance behind the forces of evil. Draped from head to toe in a black piwafwi, trimmed in blood red designs, his arms free throgh holes in the sides clad in black webbing armor, right down to full gloves that conceal all of his skin, leaving nothing visible save for the faint red glow of two pin pricks of light that mark his eyes. A remarkable looking crossbow is slung over his right shoulder, made from ironwood and steel, marked with abyssal runes and patterns, with a fanglike design along the crossbar. He gestures before him, and tiny portals open behind him, hundreds of tiny black bats issueing forth and swarming around him like a shadowing cloud. He lifts the crossbow in his right hand, pointing it slightly upward, a gleaming silver tipped bolt loaded in the stock. With a pull of the trigger, the crossbow glows and the strong is released. The bolt flies forth, up over the scene of battle and drops down, splitting into three identical bolts aimed for three of the celestials in the thick of the fight. He marches forth until he draws in close to the ranks, where he stops and stands, speaking in a malice filled voice that holds no small hatred for the land he stands upon, "Better late than never...." |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel09-30-03, 06:41 AM | ((Sorry for being so tardy......I've been having problems logging on for the last two days.....)) Sees the ice shards from the shattered Golems travel through the gates and skewer a few of his Knights. He seems to becomne enraged by this, raising his sword high overhead. A large group of Knights of the Crown follows suit, and with a battlecry they charge out the gate under a cover of arcane and devine magics and arrows from the archers. They cut deep into the ranks of the enemy, mounted as they are on heavy warhorses. The draconic cavalry circles around almost lazily for another pass against the enemy reserves, loosing volleys of breath weapons and arrows and inflicting heavy casualties. As the horse cavalry closes, the leader raises his voice over the noise, SHOW THEM NO MERCY FOR THEY SHALL SHOW YOU NONE IN RETURN!!!! Then the line of horses, two hundred in all, hits the enemy line. The effect is spectacular, to say the least. Those not immediately killed shrink away in sheer terror at the overwhelming power of the horsemen. The line begins to falter..... |
| Carnage Demon09-30-03, 05:47 PM | From the dismembered bits and peaces of the corpses that litterd the field a single body of terror formed. Broken weapons and armour along with bodys of those slain raise into the demonic and daibolical form of destruction itself. Some on both sizes of the battle reconginzed the horror that had come.. under its own will... fighitng for its own cause... Its horrific form rose, its glowing green eyes crackled with its own dark power of death and destruction. Across the ranks of both sides a name was uttered.... " ... The Carnage Demon... Balamoth..." Standing some 25ft tall its body pulaseed with the froms and bodly fluids of the slain it had taking into itself, the green crackling energy ripping across its body. Gazeing out across the battle field its evil lauchter echoed, then stoped short....Across the field it was easy to spot the 2 other giants engaged in thier combat... the one of flames was of no interested to the Demon.. but the ice one... A flame of Hate seemed to inthrall the great demon as it ushered a howl of fury and charged. Leaving a wake of destruction as it ran over the advanceing troops, Spikes and blades being produced from its form as it came hurlting at a speed unthinkable for a being of its size into The Ice Lich, Knocking him back some 60ft from the impact. The Celestials apon the wall could only wonder... should they cheer.... or cringe?! For yet another great evil was now apon thier doors... for the time being at least this one was fighting on thier side... in a way. |
| Brahms LaCurer09-30-03, 05:57 PM | At the bank wall the battle began to rage as the trained troops of the hobgobling army attacked, sending the defenders into a frenzy to repell their assault. On the wall copy-brahms did what he could to aid the defenders in celestia. Spells of defense and healing echoed from his lips. Somewhat of a surpise to those about, Brahms did not cast anything destructive... only spells of defense and healing were cast. Over a secontion of the defenders a small glowing cloud formed as drops of light rained down from it apon the defenders, each one under it being healed of some of thier wounds and recoved from the fatigue of the fight. About the area a few more of these healing rain spells appeared to aid the defenders of celestia. |
| Myria09-30-03, 08:23 PM | (( I am hurt.. My Champion Drowsbane didn't even respond to me :( )) ----------- If you want to do some back tracking posting thats fine Drowsbane just let me know ----------- Behind Jalil The Lady in light Blue robes and hood stood, watching the battle unfold from the point of the attacker. Taking a few steps forward and coming along side Jalil the lady in blue spoke softly. " You have gone to great lenghts... I will enjoy watching the fruits of your labor take shape " |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-30-03, 09:07 PM | ::The hound growled at the lady in blue as Jalil turned to look at her. A curious expression played over her face as she watched the lady:: "Indeed, I have gone to great lengths for this day. Though I am curious as to which side you hope bears the fruits of my labor..." ::She placed a hand on the large hound, quieting the beast, though the canine kept a ready eye on the lady. Even Jalil opened herself to the sweet taste of saidar, letting it fill her like the rays of the sun upon a flower:: ((I'm not gonna name names....but I will remind everyone that you do not declare what happens to others. Whether something hits or not is theirs to decide. Keep that in mind...I really don't want to have to boot more people from this thread.)) |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-30-03, 09:46 PM | ((Alright...every one needs to check the OOC thread and re-read the rules before we DMs start having coniptions. If you don't read the rules and you're called down, your loss. I'm warning you all now about the post. Take the damn time to read it! I'm not about to have a few people ruin it for everyone else. The warning has been given. Next time I start calling people down.)) |
| Arzethros09-30-03, 10:11 PM | Arzethros and his fellow hound archons hold themselves at the battle, blunting away blows form the dark soldiers and returning with attacks their own. Flurries of slashes and slices aimed with skill and discipline flash out towards the bestial forces as the archons focus themselves to the task with greater fervor. Arzethros lets loose another echoing howl as his right leg is pierced by a blade that snuck past his defenses, a signal mixed with pain, his eyes narrowing as his aura turns to bright gleaming silver, his innate aura of menace replacing the previous aura, the air around him becoming filled with the righteousness of Celestia as he fights on. He sweeps his golden bastard sword out in a mid arc at full force, aimed for the stomachs of the nearby enemies, followed by a reversing swing at neck level. At the signal howl, the other archons' auras also shift to gleaming silver appearance, radiating the same righteous energy into the battle area, continuing to fight. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin09-30-03, 10:20 PM | The front lines of Trollocs appear to falter, but apparently these horsemen didn't know the nature of trollocs. The beasts quickly formed around the horsemen, clawing, snapping, biting, slashing, slicing, and hacking at the steeds. The reinforcements from the back make their way around the city, the front lines setting up to unleash volleys of arrows and crossbow bolts as the melee units charge in. Spears and javelins litter the air as the second lines start trying to take down more of the celestials from the air. Seige engines are hauled around last, pushed on by determined forces, positions being taken up as units fall in the barrage. The seige catapults are set up and begin firing at the walls and gate. Ballista fire immense arrows at the dragons in the sky. Beside Jardis, a small rabble of mages appear, already chanting the words to work their magic, corpses rising from the ground, reanimated to fight on. |
| Xerneth Karjen10-01-03, 02:35 AM | Lowering the crossbow back to his side even as the string draws itself back of it's own volition, the cloaked man looks forward across the continuing battle, his eyes scanning and appraising the situation before him. Flicking back one part of his piwafwi, his reveals a pouch at his side, next to a canvas case. Reaching into the pouch, he withdraws a metal disk, engraved with a dagger over a spider web and holds it out in his left hand, gesturing with his right in an intricate pattern of motions and subtle arcs. Muttering fervently in a combined dialect of abyssal and drowic, he chants the words to his spell. He thrusts his right hand up to the air above him, fingers outstrecthed, palm upward, and utters the final word of his incantation. Crouching down in one swift motion, his clenches his hand to a fist, eyes remaining focused as he presses his knuckles to the ground, left hand pointing forward to the same spot his eyes are set upon. The distinct crackle of flames and the howl of abyssal winds rise up as the spell occurs. A column of corrupt fire, chaotic greens and oranges mixed together in the violent swirl that reaches forty feet into the air and spans twenty feet across. Fire combined with unholy energy filling the air near the line of battle, just slightly behind the midpoint on the celestial side. The cloaked figure smirks, rising up from his crouch to watch the flames for the brief instant they remain, his hood falling back just enough for the gleam of a longer than normal fang to be seen glinting white within the hood's shadow. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel10-01-03, 07:10 AM | The knights charge is blunted by the Trollocs. They engage the creatures just outside the walls, using the mobility and power granted by thier mounts to great effect. The enemy may be fierce, but they find equal ferocity in the horsemen and thier mounts. Any creature unfortuneate enough to get close enough to one of the great chargers finds itself face to face with a large and rather unpleasantly powerful set of hooves kicking out at it, or the blade of an inmpressively sized sword. The cavalry forms a perimeter, pulling into a tightly packed group as the archers ready another volley for the trollocs..... |
| Myria10-01-03, 08:49 AM | " Battle itself pleases me... it matters not who wins this fight... in the end its all the same " The Lady in blue said with a smile, the same smile that was so famous. " Each side shows promise... but as of yet.. I have not given my favor " |
| Bhryn Astairre10-01-03, 04:57 PM | As day is now upon them, yes daytime people! Bright sunlight unfettered by clouds or any shade at all, as is the norm for the plane slants down across the fields. The spells worked about the Paragon have managed to finally wear off, and easily enough she moves to the fore of her own small segment. Watching those crowds, slashing and hacking, she simply smiles and wafts a hand, muttering intently towards where Jardis is stood. Two can play at this game, after all... and opening her cupped hand, flashes what appears to be a sliver of mirror his way with one of her truly vicious, if flat seeming smiles. Then once her Banishment spell is cast, she nods to Celenaria, casting another slew of comments towards the magical advance general, the vanguard and the foot soldier leader, who in turn nods. Several spells are cast by those on her side, her troops falling into a long practised and easy rhythm of cast, rest, cast, rest for those magic users. However, she swings a hand towards the top of the battlements, signalling to the clerical forces there, with a muttering in that half familiar but always out of reach language of the temples. They in turn also move to cast their spells and arcane rites, hands shifting fluidly and easily together. Turning back to it, she studied across the way, to where the fire had erupted. Then, eyes slowly shading themselves darker than any night sky, without any light or depth she moves on her heel and points a hand at the ground, muttering darkly. The first tremors take their time shifting... but as her mantra-like chant continues it becomes clear that some primal force is trying to shift under the feet of the attackers, erupting into not just a full blown earthquake beneath them, also shaking a few of the defenders from their feet to the air where they easily hover and watch in horror as the ground itself buckles, splinters and shoots out shards of hardened earth under the duress of a very mighty earthquake spell... Once done, she pauses, looking round with wholly black eyes as the ground tries to subside from the marvel of such a casting, and nothing remotely friendly lies in her flat, unemotional visage. ------- All lies quiet, for the moment at the Arcanus. ------- Astair> battles onward and ever forward, trying to get in the way of anyone attempting to break through the wall, kicking, hacking, slashing and doing a fair to decent job of it. The sword not his most skilled weapon, he however stick grimly to using it, adhering to the sharp edge which slices like a finely honed razor through anything unfortunate to cross it. |
| Jardis WinterWulf10-01-03, 05:58 PM | (( Jardy go bye-bye... erk )) After he has finally managed to get his troops straightened and as Light just begins to show on the horizon, he looks across at the group of very ragged mages, lofting a brow. Murmurs,"Well, Fi-" And, as his lucks been sour since he first set foot on this wretched plane, is targeted with a truly horrid spell, the kind which anyone not rightly of this plane fears having aimed at them. For a moment he seems able to resist it, twisted and yelling in agony. Then as the spell constricts, he is sucked at, torn at... and his image fades to be replaced with that of a Myrddraal, his face rotting and falling apart, the stench of death pervading everywhere from him... "god-damn it... MISTRESS!!!" ...and simply put, he is eventually Banished. Poof. Bamf. Blink, etc etc. |
| Jardis WinterWulf10-01-03, 06:04 PM | In the meantime... Jardis' troops press forward, a motley crew of trollocs and the like. However, even as they finally seem to be beating back the Celestials lines, a good third are pushed and pulled about by the Whirlwind, stepping on the trigger symbols and then an equal third of that third running back to Ariadne, several trying to hug her and grope her. Some asking about irons and several blushing about being naked of all things! A quarter of those left are caught in the cloudkill spell, poisoned and down for the count, and it takes some minutes passing before the trollocs realise what is happening and they back away... |
| Lhandariel10-01-03, 07:10 PM | Efreeti (the fiery one!)>>> seems to waver where he stands when the spell hits, going down onto his knees with a howl, but doesn't vanish annoyingly enough, merely winded and in dropping, the attack of the icy one goes flying right over his head.. And so sitting, takes a moment to catch his breath, slowing his breathing before reaching over for a grip on the golem's ankles... "I no like you,"He rumbles as he does. Ra( Mister Sunshine)>>> On the other hand, when the little mortals spell touches him, he doesn;t even seem winded, shaking it off like some random fly has tried settling on him. His eyes move away from the drow only briefly enough so he can open his beaked maw and send the same blast of light, thricely, towards where Ariadne stands. Then he returns to trying to eat whatever drow and horse he can lay his devastating hands upon... Lhandariel watches this with a curiously amused expression, leaning on air that appears solid only to her. Such a foolish presumption, trying to undo what she has wrought. After all, if she cannot fight her summoned warriors will... and how they fight. "...didn't ply my trade that way for nothing..."she comments, only unto herself, and that secret smile. Like a proud mom. |
| Xerneth Karjen10-01-03, 07:48 PM | Making a few simple gestures, the cloaked figure draws the bats closer around him as he hisses at the daylight, small wisps of black smoke finding their ways out from beneath his hood as a ray of light pierces the shadows. Once the bats shield him completely, his reaches back beneath his cloak and pulls out a black face mask, replete with lenses to cover his eyes, and places it on beneath his hood. The last portions of his skin that would be left exposed to the ravages of the light now covered, he throws back the hood. The bats scatter even as he begins his next incantation, disappearing through tiny portals that open around him as they were but a shield to last until this very moment. Yet the spell is quickly disrupted by the ground's shifting as he staggers to maintain his footing, . o O ( Accursed celestials....Reminds me precisely of why this must be done.... ) Resuming his incantation, muttering in the same dialect of abyssal mixed with drowic as he gestures with both hands, creating an ebon blur in the air before him. Uttering the last words to his spell, he points both hands forward and upward, bringing his wrists together and launching forth a burst of utterly black energy, the antithesis of life itself, towards a group of airborn celestials which erupts into a globe twenty feet in diameter as soon as it is within range. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel10-02-03, 07:18 AM | Unhorsed now, Trystan stands amongst the melee of his Knights and The Enemy. He lashes out left and right with the blade of his Holy Bastard sword. The evil beings surrounding him shy away from it, realizing what it is. He uses his shield to bash nearby creatures, attempting to clear an area around himself to begin casting spells again....... |
| Akrinnyon10-02-03, 06:48 PM | Unfortunately, having no wings, Akrinnyon is limited in his options now that Garak has spotted his form flying at him. A sly smirk slips to his lips as he nears the hulking beast(garak, not his mount) as he bends his knees slightly for the impact, the blade of his viscious long sword going from it's gleem of perfection to a dull, worn finish. His feet impact on the shield with a resounding thud, and using his momentum, he rolls over the top of Garak, taking a swipe at his horns as he flips towards the ground, landing with a cat's grace. |
| Sativus10-02-03, 07:09 PM | With a snarl of disgust, Sativus diverts his lizard mount from the path of the huge nastyness that seems to be having a field day with his troops, sending messages to them to fall back and regroup with the Trollocs. In unison, the drow move like a moving sea of black, flowing smoothly to regroup around the Trollocs, reinforcing their numbers as Sativus falls backwards to survey the situation. A sly grin slips to his face as he sees the sheer number of dead laying on the ground already, his crimsons eyes slowly filling with the darkness of midnight, boiling and bubbling as he begins drawing shadows to him. Upon pooling the liquid flowing shadows below him, the launch from his possition, and break like waves upon the shores over the dead bodies, seeping deeply into their bodies. One by one, the corpses begin to rise up from the ground, with jerky movements, as they reclaim weapons and resume their assalt. Smirking, he glances over to Jalil, giving her a wink, and then returning his concentration on the corpses, animating as many dead as possible. |
| Blackguard10-02-03, 07:19 PM | Garak ducks, almost, as the very tip of his horn is removed. He reaches out to snag Akrynnion's foot as he hurdles over head, missing badly. A smirk crosses his face as he motions for another of the blackguards to continue to lead the assault. Garak jumps from the wardrake and lands on the ground, facing Akyrinnion. He adjusts the large shield on his arm,then lifts his giant axe to his face in a salute then spins it a few times. To the giant minotaur, the axe seems to weigh next to nothing as it spins easily in his hands. "Come then. Let us see what this battle holds for us!" Garak nods curtly one time, then charges forward, his axe cutting an arc in the air towards Akyrinnion. |
| Tyffron_Lyrcolath10-02-03, 07:24 PM | Frowns slightly as he spots the wolf like warriors begin to pop up from the deep gorges cut into the ground. "Well now, we can't have this..." he chimes in with a smirk on his face. Opening his clinched fists, he holds his hands out wide to each side, palms facing forwards. Drawing deeply upon Sadin, he reverses his previous weave as he brings his arms around in front of him, claping his hands together. The sound of his hands clapping is muffled by the sound of the wide cracks in the earth slamming back together, capturing the remaining archerous(sp) warriors who haven't returned to the surface, saving the celestials the time of digging them graves, as he watches with a smirk. |
| Arzethros10-02-03, 07:49 PM | Arzethros winces as he sees and hears the fissures closing around his fallen brethren. Whispering prayers of honor almost silently, hoping that peace may find them. However, he maintains his focus, bringing his golden sword around in heavy handed arcs, slashing at the trollocs and any other soldiers of the dark forces around him that get within reach. He plants his feet to the ground and knocks away several of the wild swings that are sent his way with his shield. Though the unseen hound archons are trapped below trapped below, the ones above ground fight on. With renewed fervor spurred on by the loss of their brothers in arms, their zealous defense of their home and people being all that is focused upon in their minds. With sword and shield they fight on, slashing and slicing at their enemies while blocking and defending as best they can in the close combat. |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 09:09 PM | Shakes her head. It seems clear now that neither side will ever gain the upper hand. Lifting her hand, with agreement in that strange voice only she hears, she bellows across the battlefield. "WITHDRAW!!!" ...now it's her time. Now it's her story... now, it's her last chance. |
| the cold one10-02-03, 09:11 PM | The ice demon brings down an elbow on the fallen efreeti, then stands suddenly, looking back towards the mages. It turns and lumbers away from the efreeti, shrinking down and splitting until it is 12 individual maleks, those join another and begin to move away. |
| Blackguard10-02-03, 09:16 PM | Garak steps away from Akry and makes a motions to his blackguards. "another time perhaps." He mounts his wardrake and leads his troops away from the battlements. The blackguards wheel around smartly and follow the minotaur, as do the remaining hobgoblins, leaving the dead and setting torches to the seige engines as they leave. |
| Ariadne10-02-03, 09:16 PM | Ari looks at the Trollocs, her eyes widening as she turns and runs, a portal opening before her as she screams. "WAIT FOR ME, SNAKEY PET!!!!" |
| Lhandariel10-02-03, 09:17 PM | Efreeti>>> seems to stumble with the elbow, tripping backwards and kicking the small cage of ice from where it lies, so it goes sailing towards the celestial side in one of those beautiful, indescribably painful-to-be arcs... Then He makes as if to follow the mage/golem.. but at a sharp mental command he stops. Lowering his muzzled face, he turns on his hind legs and sweeping his blade of fire, moves back to where Lhan stands. Ra>>> Has managed to eat approximately one quarter of the drow when they begin to move away. Is slucking up the intestines of one unluckily alive-still, Drow he hears the summons and with a belch of satisfaction, turns and moves back towards where the ghost of Lhandariel Aurdane'Iriden stands, in the process standing on the screaming drow he has just disemboweled. Lhan herself eyes her summons, both of them sending her fond smiles. Then she turns to eye where the Paragon stands on the backlines. "...Kord, don't let her do something stupid..." |
| Dante_Trublade10-02-03, 09:21 PM | His cage kicked, it shatters against the surface it impacts on, leaving a rather stunned red fae dragon.. " NotmydayknewIshouldasleptthroughit..." flits and flies his way to settle atop one of the remaining battlements...watching... |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 09:26 PM | Atop the battlements, one of the Swordrunics glances aside at the small fae, and lifts a hand to brish it away, then blinks hearing it talk. He nudges his friend who holds a longbow. "Ere, he sounds like that bloke." "Which bloke?" asks his friend, peering curiously. "You know, her bloke. Him." "Does he now?" "Aye." "Wonder how he got like that..." "Ain't got a clue. Better not leave 'im like that though." "Nah, would be detrimental to his health..." "...and the Lady's temper. Hold on." So saying, the swordrunic rolls up his sleeves and points a finger at the fae, casting Greater Dispelling... "...'ope it works.." ----------- In the Arcanus, word spreads of the cease fire and those students come out, walking towards Fortitude and the walls to see... ---------- Astair looks after the retreaters in confusion, wondering... then shrugs and turns back along the battlements, towards Alantie and past Fortitude... |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 09:27 PM | ::She sent out her orders to her generals as she heard Bhryn call the withdrawal:: "Well, lady, it seems there won't be much longer for one to choose sides." ::She steps forward from the shadows, becoming visible as she takes to the air. Those who try to stop her quickly find themselves battered by the very air itself as she makes her way to Bhryn, landing in front of her. A hand raised stops her hobgoblin troops, Jardis' Trollocs now long gone after their leader was banished. She waits for the rest of her generals to withdraw their troops, her gaze staring with hatred at Bhryn:: "So, wench, do you care to settle this matter? Set your rules..." ::A sneer crosses her face as she fights not to spit at the celestial, her eyes travveling to the defenders on the wall and around the field:: |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 09:31 PM | steps forward, waving her own sides back flush to the walls as she circles Jalil, eyeing her slowly. "No magic... no use of the One Power. No Psionics. Only your sword, or whatever weapon of physical and non meta-physical entity you own. Against me and my sword..." Narrows her eyes, stopping once she is to the side of Jalil, holding her sword openly in her hand with an expression beyond emotion. Is this how it was told? Is it now? Does she end here and face her final Rest? Swallowing slowly, not a single drop of sweat nor nerves showing, she remains inhuman, and waiting. |
| Dante_Trublade10-02-03, 09:33 PM | Once more, his form twists and blurs...honestly, the fifth time this day...the good old human dante now found sitting on the battlements, smirking "My thanks for your 'concern' and help..... " Watches his angel intently.. |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 09:40 PM | The swordrunic blinks in affront, a gentle soul at heart. His friend however, isn't, and promptly pokes Dante's backside with the sharp end of an arrow... hard. "Mind your manners, mortal!" |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 09:41 PM | ::She smirks:: "So you want me to whip you like before. Alright then...this time there's no calling quits. It's me...or you. One of us doesn't leave this alive. Deal?" |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 09:44 PM | Tilts her head, looking back across those faces turned like a sea of attention towards her, more specifically towards Alantie. A girl in gold, chosen from the crowd. . o O ( Naria... don't let Alantie see... anyone, please... don't let her see... ) See her die. She turns back to Jalil and nods. "Then, En Garde, and your death it shall be..." |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 09:55 PM | ::She draws her whip, a word whispered casuing blades to pop out, obviously some trick of magic. Running the blades along the ground she counter-circled Bhryn:: ::With a sudden lurch, she came at the celestial, her whip swirling around her as she twisted to give it momentum, lashing out out the celestial:: ::Death's first blows were soon to be dealt...:: |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 10:07 PM | Slips to the side as the first blow slides over her shoulder and grazes her cheek enough to score a line in it. But taking advantage of this, moves under the bladed whips edges with a flickering of her own sword. The white of the blade flashes, slashing out for Jalil's thigh.. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 10:31 PM | *sliding by, the sword draws a nice line across her thigh as she lashes out for Bhryn's back, cracking the whip viciously in hopes the blades will catch and tear on her flesh* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 10:38 PM | Yells in pain as it slashes some of the feathers from her wing and ducking forward, moves in a dangerously low dive for Jalil's ankle, stabbing down with her sword even as her silver feathers litter the floor about her... |
| Akrinnyon10-02-03, 10:46 PM | Chuckles as he looks way up to the VERY large Garak, flipping backwards out of his way and landing gracefully on his feet once again, frowning slightly at a slight tear in his cloack from the swing of the ax. "You're the beefy one, aren't you?....I'd love to stay and make the homless people you could feed won't go hungry....but there are things that require my attention..." Smirking, he steps backwards, through a rippling portal, and closes it quickly behind him |
| Kierian Dorel10-02-03, 10:59 PM | after pummeling a few more Trollocs, kierian goes down in a heap, weezing and thinking his time is up, before an unseen force drags his butt back inside celestia((whom ever would like this duty, feel free to take it)) |
| Kendrac Kegstand10-02-03, 11:03 PM | continues to shake his arse at the oncoming army until he is smacked on his pokadot covered bumm by a rock, sending him flailing across the tower he stands in and knocking his head on the opposite wall. After stumbling around for a moment he speaks rather strangely "I do say lass, that was a right rude thing of them to do, wouldn't you agree?" Looks over to allie with a VERY confused look on his face, then turns and rams his head into the wall again, staggering even more this time "aaaahhhhhhh....das better..." stumbles to the floor and passes out.....snoring LOUDLY |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 11:06 PM | *moves her foot out of the way, tipping her precariously off-balance. She relies on her agility more than her strength, moving into position behind Bhryn again as this time she lashes out, attempting to wrap the whip around her pretty little neck* |
| Sativus10-02-03, 11:06 PM | with a grimace, he cuts the flow of shadows, each corpse dropping to the ground and returning to it's regularly scheduled death. The drow move in the same black see of motion, slipping back into the shadows from wence they came and simply disappearing, Sativus the final of them to leave with a nod to Tyffron and Jalil |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 11:09 PM | Indeed, caught off balance the whip manages to snake it way round her throat, but grabbing hold of it she tugs hard with one hand as with her own skills to be spoken of, she shifts the longsword of white about and ducks it under one arm, aiming to slice Jalil and make her back away... |
| Tyffron_Lyrcolath10-02-03, 11:11 PM | With a flap of his wings, he raises into the air, searching the throngs of enemy soldiers for one person inparticular. Spotting him, he swoops deeply down, plucking Wandering Soul from the army and rising into the air "Go Home..." he says with a smirk, dropping Wandering Soul from their lofty height, opening a Traveling Gate, under him about 50 feet as to give the man a scare before he lands comfortably on his own bed. Remains aloft in the air, waiting for Jalil and Bhryn to finish their business |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 11:17 PM | *gets pulled forward as she tugs, her own hands having been wrapped around the weapon readying to pull it tight for a choke hold. She jerks back as the sword flashes for her, lessening what could've been a disembowling slice from the Paragon to an aching fleshwound under her breasts. A growl emits from her throat, ferocity boiling up in her eyes as she darts in boldy, one hand cracking at the celestial's skull with the hilt of her whip, the other grabbing for hair or wing.* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 11:20 PM | Grunts painfully, smacked across the head but with a snap of her wrist, loosens the whip enough in those precious moments so she can roll away and come agiley to her feet, leaving only a few insignificant feathers in Jalil's hand. Blood, the colour of night or perhaps darker, quick runs from the cut in her scalp and down the side of her face, a thin trickle luridly marking the scar down what would otherwise be a beautiful if very grave and serious visage. Shifts her sword about in her hands, and holds it low, a small, effervescent smile creeping over her quirky mouth... "Any more?" |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-02-03, 11:26 PM | *throws the feathers aside* "I think I should keep you alive long enough to let Ariadne do to you what she did to that one..." *she points at the barely living, defeathered celestial, the body now twitching grotesquly in the throes of death* "I have plenty left for you...you aren't dead yet..." *She lashes out again, snapping the whip at Bhryn's feet to get her moving again* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-02-03, 11:31 PM | Just laughs, a mirthless, cold sound. As the whip cracks down, she stamps her foot upon it in the hope of catching it. Regardless of whether she does or not, she is soon quick to move, lashing out forwards towards Jalil and with a snap of her hand, she moves the sword in a glittering arc of frost, the same shade as her hair, for the'womans' arm. Left. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-03-03, 12:04 AM | *tugs as the whip is landed on, snapping it free as the celestial swipes at her, attempting to dive, but not in time as her left arm is struck. She growls in pain, using her right arm to snap the whip and tug, her aim to wrap it around the left wing* |
| Arzethros10-03-03, 02:58 AM | Arzethros, apon hearing the withdraw command slashes down the last trolloc to face his blade this day, stepping back with his shield held in place as a defense for any foe who would press onward. The other archons step back as well, holding their shields forth as shining bulwarks as they maintain their readiness. Maintaining the even spread that was taken up from the very begining of their part in this defense effort, the noticeable gaps created by their fallen brethren weighing heavily on their minds and faces; the bond of decades of training come to an end of life, but not of thought. They take up kneeling positions, their heads bowed behind their shields in respect of those still standing and in rememberence of those who have fallen. Arzethros takes his stand to watch on. Once he sees the hordes back away as well, he kneels and sets his sword into the ground, crouching and bowing his head in reverence to the fallen as he watches Bhryn's duel begin to take shape, speaking softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "May all of Celestia be with you Paragon." |
| Xerneth Karjen10-03-03, 03:14 AM | With an unseen sneer hidden by his mask, the still unidentified cloaked figure steps back as he watches the forces of both sides retreating. An almost inhuman growl of frustration passes from his throat as he stalks backward, reaching beneath his cloak once more and to that canvas case at his side, retrieving a cruelly curved and barbed scalpel that gleams bright silver in the light. Slipping his arms through the slits on the shoulders of his piwafwi, he moves his hands beneath the shadows of the cloak, removing a glove and revealing an ebon skinned hand. He slices into his own skin with the scalpel, drawing cold crimson blood from the briefly existing wound. Muttering in a voice as cold as the shadow of a frost worm, he speaks barely audibly, "This land's time will come....All will fall....all in due time, all in due time...." The figure passes the still gloved hand from beneath his cloak, stabbing the bloody scalpel into the dirt at his feet, as he utters an incantation, the sky darkening around him as he creates a sphere of supernatural darkness around himself, snickering like a madman. Dispersing into black mists within the darkness, he disappears, the unnatural shadows fading with him. All that he leaves behind is the scalpel, a gleaming silver handle, inscripted with a single letter at the end of the handle, a gothic looking X. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel10-03-03, 06:54 AM | Hauls Kierian's wheezing bacon out of the fire.......then pulls him up to his feet. Blood drips from his armor......although whether it is his or someone elses is unclear. What is clear is that he is covered in gore, from head to foot and leaning heavily on a sword that also drips blood. He breathes heavily, and motions toward the duel unfolding just outside the walls, Does this happen alot? Suddenly, he lashes out with the sword, splitting a straggling trolloc in two.... And forty-five.......no....wait....forty six...... |
| Armin-Gedrin10-03-03, 02:58 PM | the red bearded, blood spattered Armin raises his axe and takes a mighty swing at a retreating trolloc, which gets three more steps before realizing that his upper half is no longer connnected to his lower half. Armin looks around for another target and finds none. "wha? n'more? just when I was gettin warmed up." Armin shakes his fist at the retreating trollocs and drow, and turns towards kierian and the other dwarves, and starts towards them. A few steps, however, and the adrenaline fades away, and armin drops to a knee, supporting himself with his axe. "little help here" A few of his kin rush to his side and help him towards the gates. |
| jeajea10-04-03, 09:07 AM | (( By gosh... I missed a bit there! Okay, so presume Jea was there all along, in the thick of the combat. He comes out looking as prestine as he went in looking. )) Jea, having spent some time in the main battle, vanishes in a silvery haze. He appears by Armin's side. If allowed, he picks the dwarf up, and with a flap of his wings takes the dwarf up to the battlements, where Lyzar has just landed herself. "For Tymora's sake, Armin... I want to watch the show-down. Honestly... come on, turn to watch 'em." |
| Bhryn Astairre10-04-03, 10:45 AM | (( yeah, we decided enough was enough. Sorry Jea! )) Moving a little too fast for the whip to lasso what Jalil intended it to, it instead curls itself round Bhryn's right arm, snaking firmly over the gauntlet and sinking the claw like blade bits in the chinks and cracks, so when she pulls her sword arm is wrenched backwards. However, undaunted, Bhryn immediately switches the white blade from her right to her left and locks that gauntlet firmly round the hilt so she can still swing it. Digging her heels in, she is drawn in a smooth -drag- over the sandy ground by the weightier woman, after all, she is hollow boned and skinny as a rake. The field's dirt creates little rivets where she is dragged along, grunting to try and keep her balance... |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 08:38 AM | ((Sorry Jea, but as Bhryn said, we decided enough was enough before we all had coniptions :rolleyes: . Sorry you missed it :( )) *She frowns a bit as she doesn't snag the wing, but resumes her smirking as she catches that arm instead. She knew the celestial was quite ambidexterous with those damned swords of hers, but one arm down could never hurt. She pulls Bhryn towards her , hefting her slight weight advantage (it must be the cleavage ;) :devil: ) into the process, trying to keep Bhryn precariously on the edge of balance as she pulls off her next small stunt. She reached for the coil of white rope at her side with her left arm, wincing even as she snapped it like a second whip for the celestial's ankle and pulled. She could only hope the gash in her arm wouldn't throw off her aim too much as she gritted her teeth through the pain, the pristine white robes soaked crimson red through the gash...* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 03:22 PM | The second whip misses by a fraction, lashing at the sand but it alone is enough to tug Bhryn off her centre of balance and send her careening into the sand on her front, dirt filling her face and trickling down into the small wounds she'd sustained. Trying to bite down on an epithet, she shifts like greased lightning to her feet, slamming the sharp blade of her white sword down on the whip between chinks and with a twist, tugs hard in return, hoping to use something of her speed to her advantage. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 08:29 PM | *Jalil grimaces as Bhryn catches her whip with the sword, now extremely glad she had it enchanted so as not to break easily. She is pulled forward as bhryn tugs on the weapon, fighting now to keep her balance as she does a small hop, shifting her weight to one foot and lashing out at Bhryn with the other* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 08:39 PM | Tugs as hard as she can, also trying to maintain her precarious balance, and as Jalil lashes out with her foot, the heel catches on her shin and draws itself up her leg, bruisng the skin almost instantly as well as blood springing up from the torn skin . In that moment, moves her sword about, out of the whip just as Jalil tugs, sliding along with the back pedalling so she comes close enough to stab out viciously in the region of Jalil's upper thigh. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 08:52 PM | *Growls what could be considered a shriek as the sword jabs her thigh, dark red gushing over the area as she lashes out at Bhryn with the whip and rope, right first, followed by left* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 08:59 PM | Acks at the amount of blood, handhold on her sword slipping a bit too quickly and into the slushy red mud of the ground. The bladed whip turns round and rips it way up her chest and over her shoulder, knocking her backwards as it slices muscles and a jagged bit of breastbone, the second slapping hard into her face. Determined not to go down alone, she kicks out for the wound she just inflicted on Jalil with her foot, slipping for the floor... |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 09:12 PM | *Emits a grunt as her foot finds home, her knees threatning to buckle under her from the wave of pain and the slush of bloody ground beneath their feet, red now swirling freely with black. She fights to stay on her feet for the moment, blinking away the tears in her eyes as she drops the rope to the ground, the whole length coiling up on it's own, and places that hand over her thigh to help massage away the throbbing* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 09:17 PM | coughs, amid the bloody mud, streaked along her torn wings and back and ignoring the savage pain in her side, picks up ehr sword and moves to stand, drawing back her arm for another blow as she rises up, for Jalil's tendons on the back of her left knee. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 09:35 PM | *puts up her arm defensively as she brings the blade down, wincing audibly as it bites deep. She clutches the whip in her right hand firmly, her left side bleeding quite profusely as she gathers the strength and her wits again, lashing at Bhryn's other arm with the whip* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 09:39 PM | Yells in pain as the bladed bits bite deep, slashing through the metal and down to the very bone, blood trickling down her gauntlet. Seeing how the blade landed on Jalil, goes for the humiliation, by turning the flat of the blade, and goes for a smack across Jalils face, but in the doing, turns the blade wrong and the tip, unless dodged, will slice up Jal's face in a replica of Bhryn's own scar, just mirrored backwards. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 09:51 PM | *Clutches her hands to her face, stepping back as the blood drips from her face. She looks up, her eyes no longer swirling, but stablized to a pure, unyeilding crimson as she stares at Astairre.* "How dare you!!" she screeches, snapping the whip more viciously than ever as she snaps it diagonally from right to left with a loup crack through the air, her aim bringing it to bear right about the chin and neck area. |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 09:54 PM | as the whips slashes up past her neck, manages to get hand under it so it doesn't dig in deep, but nevertheless, it is caught tightly about her neck with ehr hand round her airway part so she can breathe. |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 09:59 PM | *Boils with fury as her face drips blood freely and she pulls the whip as tightly as she can around Bhryn.* "Go on, wench...beg me and I'll end it quickly for you." *She jerks again, as if to try and force her off balance and onto her knees* "Go on...Beg me!" |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 10:05 PM | Oddly, just laughs as she's pulled down onto her knees, her free hand with the sword keeping her upright. Looks up at Jalil with her dark, impenetrable eyes, still laughing derisively. "We're not so different, you and I."Her voice is low and beyond hearing for most. "You and your leather whip, me and my sword. There's just one difference..." Leans closer, sneering only faintly as her voice drops to a whisper. "I'm not a slave to anyone, not like you..." And whipping her free hand/sword about, makes to open the gash near the groinal area more on Jalil, for the artery there... "...beg for mercy, not a chance." |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 10:14 PM | "I am nothing like you...and I am NO one's slave." *She opens her mouth to continue, but gasps as the sword strikes instead. Muttering a quick word as her white robes begin to soak with the blood from the gash, a sword appears in her other hand with which she stabs out at Bhryn's heart.* "I've had enough of you...first you die...then your city. Enjoy the view from the boughs, wretch." *She begins to look worse for wear even as she utters those words* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 10:21 PM | Blinks, unable to tug the sword round from the wound she was inflicting, and unable to bring her other arm to bear over her left side as the blade slices through bone too quickly, just missing her heart luckily, but also unluckily hitting right through her lung and collapsing it instantly. However, manages to stay upright and shields the view of the wound by use of her wings even as she uses the sword to prop her up, breathing harshly, liquidly... "...it's over... ....over." |
| Jaliloloth Dae'Ithildin10-05-03, 10:40 PM | *Breathes heavily, as she looks at Bhryn, her anger still boiling within her, beginning to show as her body flickers chaotically from the beautiful winged woman, to a dark shadow of her which seems to pour shadows, somehow. She growls.* "It is not over! I will destroy you! I'm not like you at all!" *With a scream of fury and anguish she taps into what could only be described as some primal form of magic. The very air around her darkens as her form twists and turns from the forces her body is trying to control. Her eyes bleed freely as well as her nose, mingling with the blood already pouring from her face wound and running down all over her robes. Then, with a low roar, mightier than even a dragon might emit, a small ball flies from her fingers, it's path somewhat erratic as it travels past the gates and into the city of Fortitude* *All is silent for a moment as Jalil collapses to the ground, her wings splayed under her as her robes soak up the thickening pool of mixing blood, black and red mingling from the two women into something darker than either.* *A few of the celestials on the battlements drop down from the battlements and glide towards the city of Fortitude. it is then that something erupts in the center of the city, for to describe it any other way would seem unfitting. The sound is deafening as the low roar turns into a force shattering explosion of acid, fire and lightning that devestates the area, alighting flammable materials and killing those unfortunate enough to be in the blast zone. The fliers find themselves battered back by searing heat from the explosion, a few unlucky ones hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. The damage is massive as whatever primal forces Jalil tapped into blossom into what could only be descrcibe as "hell on earth".* *Jalil gave a final weak smirk as the sound reached her ears* "The damage has been done...and we've only begun, Astairre..." *She then closes her eyes, her body lying still in the precious crimson life pooled around her* |
| Bhryn Astairre10-05-03, 10:45 PM | Gasps, trying to breathe as she looks down at the prone form of Jalil... then gets up and slowly stumbles her way to the gates, strongly at first... But once her blood smeared fingers touch the gate, the white blade drops from nerveless fingers to clang on the floor.. and she slumps forward against it, pressing the ebbing wound to it as now close up, it easy to see she carries a mortal wound that would have instantly finished off anyone lesser... "...Medic..." she gasps softly, falling to her knees and turning so her back faces the gate, eyes slipping shut. "...m...med...ic..." Her breathing slows... and slows, with a final whisper the blood bubbles up through her mouth and cuts a dark rivulet down her chin,"Dante... ....Sera.... me...d..." |
| Seraphina Tair'Allune10-05-03, 10:58 PM | Looks down upon the battlefield from her position in the tower as Bhryn stops at the gates "...Paladine!" She pushes past the guards protecting those in the makeshift infirmary and drops from the tower with a spread of her wings, the landing a bit rough despite. She rushes over to Bhryn pulling her away from the gates. Tired eyes take in the wounds carefully as she barks orders back up. After a moment a few of the other clerics have hoisted her away on wing and she looks back towards Tyffron "If she dies, all of Celestia won't stop me from hunting you down. You and your damned mentor!" She takes off again, a fiery determination in her eyes unlike has ever been seen from her before. Just one example of how war changes lives. |
| Dragona Nightsky10-05-03, 11:03 PM | Watching nervously, Draggy bit on her lower lip as the two fought. However, as the final blows were struck, she reached out to take hold of the battlements. Something wasn't right. One of the other archers came to her side, but she could barely hear him asking what was wrong. The world twisted and went black as Bhryn's hand touched the gates... |
| Tyffron_Lyrcolath10-05-03, 11:23 PM | With a flap of his angelic wings, Tyffron raises higher into the air before folding them and diving towards Jalil. Spreading them wide, with a mighty flap, he slows as he reaches her, landing lightly on the ground. Kneeling beside her, he gently raises her up into his arms, lifting her with a gentle embrace as he rises to his feet, drawing her near to him as he steps back. Glancing over his shoulder, he looks to the troops, speaking to them through thought. . o O(return home.....wave one of the destruction of celestia has been completed...) With such said, he fills himself with sadin, drawing upon it and splitting the air behind him with a thin silver line, which widens into a Traveling Gate. Stepping backwards through it, he stares at Bhryn and then the destruction that has been caused to celestia already, chuckling evilly as he closes the Gateway, laughter echoing across the now blood covered plains |
| Dante_Trublade10-05-03, 11:25 PM | Blinks looking around from his seat on the battlements, watching the clerics haul bhryn off, then glancing down the lines to the fallen dragona...frowning, he dissappears, appearing right next to the downed dragon in elf form.. " Gods be damned for this.. " Smirks heavily as he stoops to scoop the woman up into his arms...and dissappears with a few mutter words in draconic..destined for the same temple bhryn is being hauled off to.. |
| Sir Trystan Gabriel10-06-03, 05:56 AM | Raises two fingers on his right hand wordlessly....as he does so, a hundred archers prepare to fire.....all aiming at Jalil and Tyffron. He dispassionately drops the hand and a hundred arrows fly.....just before they can cross through the gate..... After the volley, he hefts his Bastard Sword and begins to stride across the field toward them, slaying any and all creatures that attempt to intercept him with one blow......a phalanx of Knights forming around him..... |
| Dragona Nightsky10-06-03, 01:17 PM | ((OOC: Trystan, you've just proved the point of why we DMs decided to end the war early http://www.geocities.com/draggy42185/stare.txt ... I think I'll leave that at that.)) Draggy is hefted away by Dante, the moon elf looking paler then is even normal for her as she mumbles fitfully in her semi-catatonic state. "Bhryn...no...you can't die...you can't leave me here alone!" |
| jeajea10-06-03, 01:20 PM | "Bhryn!" Jea teleports to her side, and physically proceeds to hold back most of the people who would come near her. (( i.e. soldiers - RPers free to do as you like )) . o O ( Come on, you stupid Paragon... come on, pull through... ) |
| Hell Master10-06-03, 10:38 PM | (( What a pitty... this battle was over and concluded before it even bagan :( Its to bad everything seems to have fallen apart. )) |
| Tyffron_Lyrcolath10-06-03, 10:47 PM | ((sorry HM....things got plenty out of hand with the auto hitting and the 'god-like' status that we decided as DM's to end it now, and start it again at another time....taking into consideration people actions in this one...thanks all ^_^)) |
| Dragona Nightsky10-06-03, 11:49 PM | ((Jea, I think Sera has already taken care of Bhryn. HM> yeah...things were getting way out of hand. Next time I guess we'll have to find some sort of screening process or lay down more rules. I had hoped those simple 4 would be enough, but oh well. Sorry you missed it)) |
| Brahms LaCurer10-07-03, 09:43 PM | (( You will have to forgive me, but right now I lack any type of post in response to what has happened. :( )) |
| Hell Master10-07-03, 09:48 PM | (( I don;t know if more rules will solve the problem. Its a playing fairly thing... everyone must be willing to give and take in a thread like these. Very few people ever want to see thier character loseing or not look cool. This unfortunely ends up with ego wars. I am not sure if thiers realy a great way to stop this from happening. I suppose screening might help... prehaps even having the list of more rules. Well it was nice while it lasted.. even thought I didn't realy get a chance to get involved :) Were is this thread heading now? Both armys have withdrawn from the battle field.. but does that mean the Evil army haas totaly withdrawn from the fields of Celestia??? Some post about the activites of all fronts would be nice.. or a general.. thanks for playing post. )) |
| jeajea10-08-03, 12:56 PM | (( I know, Draggy... should've made it clear - that's inside the walls of Celestia. Or maybe just ignore it, dunno. )) |