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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 17, 2007 15:53:54 GMT -5
The White Wolf stood upon a rock looking over the valley before him. His white fur glowed like silver in the light of the high sun, and the gentle breeze nudged at his ears and tail. There had been reports of a dark imbalance up here in the mountains of the dwarves. Thats why he was here, to eliminate evil and return balance... but now that he was here he could see no evil and he sensed no imbalance. (sigh) "Well seems as if I should head back, but it would be a shame to come all this way for nothing..."
With that the White Wolf sat down against a tree retrieved his flute and started to play... and as he did the sky's darkened with storm clouds and it began to rain. putting down his flute and looking at the new whether he had created he smiled smugly. "Thats better. Now I can relax." with the cold rain running down his fur the White Wolf stretched out by the tree and started to relax... it would be a long way back to Zargon so he would need the rest.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Jan 22, 2007 17:24:18 GMT -5
Bluemar was getting antsy. He had been sitting behind his bush for what felt like hours. The sky began to darken and rain began to drizzle down between the branches above, soon the drizzle progressed to a down poor. Bluemar looked pitiful sitting with his back against the tree, soaked with rain, and with an expressionless face. "Bla'e wetha" (Bloody weather) he mumbled under his breath.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Jan 22, 2007 17:30:59 GMT -5
The Shade Gorath looked up at the rain he had grown tired with this mountain side skirmish.. "GO! Minions of darkness. Go and consume all!. With that the large pig like Urgals gave a fierce loud snort of a battle cry and started rushing trough the brush searching for the dwarven forces.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Jan 22, 2007 22:14:53 GMT -5
Bluemar did as he had been ordered to, ,as did the other dwarfs. They remained hidden until the Urgals were almost right on them, then they all lept from their hiding places and began to fight. Bluemar's claymore could nearly cleave an Urgal in half, though it rarely actually accomplished the task. To his left and right, he saw others that had trained with him. All the higher ranking soldiers were once Boundary Wardens. Occasionally you would see one of them break a weapon or lose their grip on it and they would reach for another that may be strapped to their belt or in a sheath on their back. Boundary Wardens, current or past, are some of the most well trained warriors in Gorgraz. Bluemar was tired of this war. He had been in the forests surrounding his mountain home for months now. The battles turned out the same everytime. Many Urgals fell, but at the same time so did many dwarfs. If a Shade entered the battle even more dwarfs were slain. They were fighting a losing battle, but they kept their faith in the Pantheon, and prayed for deliverance.
Bluemar had killed everything near him, and he could see another wave heading toward him. He launched his claymore much like a javelin. It struck an Urgal in the chest, knocking it onto it's back. Bluemar quickly ran up and retrieved the sword. The battle had just begun, but due to the low moral of the men, he already heard shouts of retreat and panic.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Jan 22, 2007 23:18:40 GMT -5
Gorath knew the odds he had been ordered to lead the crusade versus the dwarves since it began. This time he wanted to show them true fear... Gorath glanced at the sky it still was raining and it began to thunder. The shade smirked with an evil grin he knew what he was about to do... and he was about to hear the joys of his decision. With a nod of his head shadows from nearby plants and trees the Shadow Walkers where out.
They jumped from shadow to shadow snaking there way toward the lines of dwarven defenders a few yards from the line one Walker grew from shadow form into a three dimensional black figure, It gave one loud shriek that could be heard for miles and drive fear into the hearts of even the bravest of warriors, from this scream all the other Walkers gave there shrieks transformed into the figures they where in life and plunged into battle as there shrieks echoed off the distant mountains...
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 22, 2007 23:30:04 GMT -5
The White Wolf heard the sound. He knew what it was and what it ment. Despite the rain his fur ruffled up his teeth bared a low growl coming from his throat his blood boiled he knew that what ever was fighting Shadow Walkers needed his help. He jumped down the rock face splashing in a muddy puddle, then with a single stride he sprinted full speed toward the sound of battle. "May the balance tip to our favor." he muttered to himself as he rushed through bushes and trees.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Jan 23, 2007 8:06:04 GMT -5
Bluemar's blood ran cold as the shriek pierced him to the bone. "Shadow Walker!" he yelled he continued the fight but at a quick backwards walk. Shadow Walkers were never a good sign. That meant there was a Shade in the area. The dwarves had no way of fighting a Shadow Walker, nor a Shade for that matter. The only thing to do if you were attacked by one was to run. Bluemar stumbled on a tree root, but did not fall. The Urgals were thinning out, but that meant the Walkers were right behind them.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 23, 2007 17:07:51 GMT -5
Six Knights of the Queen, the most powerful of the defunct Knights of Kalor were in trotting through Forest Kyt, the precious Holylances strapped to their horses. These were some of the few remaining Lances most destroyed by either the Elves during the occupation or by angry mobs in the later years following it. These Knights were on a mission to re-establish the lines of communication between Kalor and the Dwarves. Then the sounds of battle reached their ears. An older weathered Knight lifted his visor. "I sense Evil...." he said slowly. With a practiced grace the Knights slid the Lances from their horses and held them at the ready. The trot of their horses quickened a gallop as the Knights charged to glorious battle once more...
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 23, 2007 19:33:34 GMT -5
The Wolf was a few yards form the battle... the dwarves where in bad shape and losing ground. Rearing back his head and giving a long howl he jumped into battle slashing quickly at the Walkers so as to kill them fast with the least blood splatter. His twin silver blades slashed and danced trough the air sending Walker blood trickling to the ground where it killed all foliage it touched. The Wolf was quickly being over come by numbers so quickly he used the rain to cover his blades with a thin layer of water so that when he slashed his powerful swords it sent blades of water hurtling trough the air allowing him to back up and still deal damage to the fierce creatures. All while thinking "This is a battle worth remembering!" again he have the same howl that inspired so many of his troops in previous battles... He would win... He couldn't afford not to.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Jan 26, 2007 8:41:03 GMT -5
In the distance Bluemar heard the thunder of hooves and then a loud howl. Either friends were on their way, or he was about to die. He cut down the nearest Urgal, and there it was. The first of the Shadow Walkers loomed before him. His weapon was neither enchanted, nor made of silver, rendering it useless against a being made of dark magic. He continued his slow and steady backwards retreat.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Jan 26, 2007 16:59:38 GMT -5
The Shadow Walkers screeched in pain as the ice slit through them there toxic blood splashing all over the ground killing everything it touched. The others gazed at the wolf who fought with such ferocity that even the Walkers respected.
The walker gazed at the stout little man his blood smelled fresh and fear was the seasoning. The walker began its advance on the little man.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 28, 2007 15:48:39 GMT -5
The Six Knights noticed a pocket of Dwarves get seperated as they fled. The Knights charged into the Shadow Walkers surrounding them. The Holylances pierced the Walkers, killing them. They wheeled about for another charges when Urgal pikemen formed up. The knights jumped from their horses. The leader drawing a two handed broardsword, the other drawing a various variety of weapons. Hammers, Swords ans axes. The Knights formed a line between the Urgals and Walkers and the Dwarves. "DRUNE, AGHAR!"shouted one knight. Not that the Dwarves grasped the complexity of Kalorian. "Drune" meant run. Yet not really. It's more of a command/request to an honored friend or comrade. Aghar is Kalorian for "Stonestrong" and is the name for Dwarves.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Jan 31, 2007 23:08:41 GMT -5
Bluemar was gladdened to see the knights aiding his men. He wished he could fight the blasted shadow walkers as well. He knew the Knights were outnumbered and would need any help they could get. He made his way between shadow walkers, dodging and ducking around them until he stood next to whom he thought to be the leader of the Knights. He was prepared to fight any Urgal that showed it's ugly face, but equally prepared to let the Knights deal with the Walkers.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Feb 1, 2007 13:05:12 GMT -5
The enemy had received reinforcements and now the scales where tipping in the opposite direction they needed an edge or they might lose this battle. Gorath waved his hands in slow circles summoning the essence of darkness and released it upon the battle field. A thick sheet of black fog swept over the battle field reducing vision for the Dwarves and there allies but did not hander the vision of the Walkers.
Shrieks pierced the darkness as the Walkers advanced under the cover of the fog attempting to get an edge on the new arrivals. Some jumped over there heads attempting to sweep at them with there claws, while others advanced slowly trying to surround them. More Urgals where arriving from the reserves, but if this battle did not end soon the Shades forces would have to retreat, for there supply lines where short here.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 1, 2007 21:39:44 GMT -5
((6 Knights turned the battle...wow))
The Knights cast a mixture of Magical and Clerical Light spells, cutting swaths in the darkness. A knight was cut down by a Walker, they were to outnumbered. "GEVAR ADES,AGHAR!" (Get out of here, Dwarf!) a Knight called as two more Knights surccumed to the onslaught. The remaining three knights killed a score or more Urgals and a few Walkers before two more Knights fell. The Knights leader, armed with a great two-handed sword looked back to Bluemar, a single tear stained his weathered face. "Du Vellen"(We tried) he whispered, before screaming "Oth gusti honmu!" (For my honor) the traditional Kalorian Knight's battlecry, and charging headlong into a cluster of Walkers. His holy sword cleaved one Walker in half, he brought his weapon back around in a quick arc catching a another one in it's shoulder. Angain he hipped his sword arounf quicking the steel biting deep into a Walkers side. His luck failed him. A Walker caught the old Knight in the side with a blast of magic. He crumpled, and did not rise.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Feb 2, 2007 0:26:57 GMT -5
"By the Keeper of the Mountain, why?" Bluemar whispered as the last Knight fell. A Walker shrieked not six yards from him on his left he let instinct take over as he began to sprint through the woods. He could almost feel the Walkers at his back. His ram had broken free from it's tie and met Bluemar half way. With as much grace as a dwarf is capable of, he lept into the saddle and rode hard for the edge of the forest.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 2, 2007 17:41:56 GMT -5
The White Wolf had been pushed a ways up the mountain and could see the battle below... it was a disaster. A lone dwarf on a ram was attempting to escape, but would soon be overtaken. The Wolf concentrated on the rain using the water to empower himself he sprinted down the mountain side rocks spewing up where his feet touched.
The White Wolf soon caught the Walkers that here pursuing the Dwarf.. he soon wished he hadn't. Wolf was soon swarmed by Walkers hes two swords just couldn't kill enough of them, but then it dawned on him... the most powerful weapon was above him. Yet again using the rain above him he turned the rain into sharp shards of ice that rained over the hostile area of the mountain securing an escape for the Dwarf and for him self. Hoping this would be enough he sprinted of after the Dwarf not knowing what to do next.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Feb 2, 2007 23:39:14 GMT -5
The Shade Gorath burst into laughter for all the story's about the glory and fierceness of the "Knights of Palidor" they had proven to him that Palidor had indeed lost his luster.
The shards of ice where playing havoc with the lines. None could advance and Goraths forces where forced to retreat... for now.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 4, 2007 16:44:59 GMT -5
In his throne in heaven, Palador, Father of Good, smiled down upon the world. Although weakened and crippled he had lost none of his intellegence. He knew Fabian's plans and was about to unleash his counter...
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