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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 11:42:01 GMT -5
The entirety of Kalor's military as on the march, thousands of horse men, tens of thousands of hardened, rag-tag footmen, archers, White and red mages, Orb-Users, Clerics of the Pantheon. And at the front,mounted on the largest horses were the Twelve Paladins and their leader, Lord Marshall Jaymes Brand, the Crippled Warrior. Even the Gods took pause to watch this wondrous and horrible sight. The army was only a day away from the battle.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 15, 2008 16:56:24 GMT -5
(OOC: to make the following more clear, everything in italics is the Flarii language.)
Jonok nodded. Farng held out a hand toward Stron, and spoke in his native tongue, "This is Stron Emerald Scale, leader of the Zargonian forces" Jonok nodded, "Ah, Commander Stron, I have heard much about you. I am Jonok Coldfury, leader of the White Sash. I will not keep you long, I only wanted to come and make acquaintances and to inform you that the Kalorians have sent troops."
Calana finally found who she was looking for, the quartermaster. She walked up to him with her bag of armor. "Quartermaster." He turned and, seeing who she was, stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "Yes ma'am, Quartermaster Dran at your service. What can I do for ya?" "I need some armor, this set that Talrot gave me doesn't fit." "Grand Master Talrot gave you armor? There's nothing I've got thats better than what he gave you, I'm sure. Is this it?" he asked, indicating the bag. She nodded. "May I?" he asked. "Of course." Calana replied as she handed him the bag. They walked over closer to the nearest fire as he pulled out the chainmail jacket. As the fire light glistened across the metal links, he let out a low whistle, "Wow... Mi'lady, there isn't a nicer set of armor in the land. It will fit ya, I know this armor, I was taught about it back in training. Please, put it on, the whole set." Calana sighed as she did as he asked. She pulled the lower section of the set out of the bag. It was simply a thick leather belt with a rectangular section of chainmail hanging from it that was wide enough to wrap around the wearer with some overlap and hang down to his knees, hang. It was too large and blearily stayed around her waist when she let go, even though it was tightened all the way. She looked up at the quartermaster with an expression that said 'I told you so.' "Try to tighten it, Mi'lady." he said. "It's as tight as the belt will allow." "Please, just try." Calana sighed and undid the belt and pulled on it. The belt pulled to a comfortable size, large enough to allow movement, but small enough as to not fall down. She looked up at Dran wondering how it had worked. He wore a slight smile. She twisted and moved to see how the chainmail skirt (for that was basically what it was) felt and moved. She noted that in certain crouching positions, the the front of the armor, where the two ends of the chainmail overlapped, separated, exposing her thigh. She made sure to remember the positions so that she could avoid them in battle.
"Try on the jacket now." Dran said. She picked up the jacket from the ground, wondering if the same phenomenon that had happened with the skirt would happen with the jacket. She started closing and tightening the clasps as tight as they would go, but it was still to loose. She started to look up at Dran, but instead, undid the clasps and tried again. This time, the armor fight comfortably, molding to the various curves of her form, but the sleeves were still too large. The quartermaster reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of gloves. They were thick, black leather. They were long, too, they nearly went halfway up her arm. "Put these on as well, Mi'lady." She took them, looking at them with a confused expression. They hadn't been in the bag before, she was positive. She pulled on the gloves. The fingers of the gloves were supposed to only go to the first joint in the wearer's fingers, but on Calana they nearly reached the second, making it hard to close her hand. The gloves fit over the sleeves and had clasps along the out side, three on each. Calana followed the same procedure as she had with the other clasps, and soon the gloves and sleeves fit comfortably.
She picked up the helmet and looked it over with a frown. It had no clasps or straps. Nothing to tighten. She held it in both hands and put it on her head. Inadvertently, she applied pressure to it... and it shrunk ever so slightly. Calana felt it shrink and stood stunned for a moment. She pressed a little harder against the cool metal and it shrunk and molded to fit her head. She started looking herself over and then looked up at Dran. He laughed a little before he said, "Now you look the part of Guardian, Mi'lady." She simply smiled. She could definitely feel the armor, it did have weight to it, but it was lighter than it looked as she had noticed before.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 19:49:45 GMT -5
The Kalorian Vanguard was under no orders to contact the other commanders, and the knight-captain though it prudent to erect a defensive earthwork before the main army arrived. The redoubt extended to the allied lines and wrapped around to protect their flank exposed to the Shadow army. They were taking no chances, the Shadow were not allies of the Kalorians, it would never happen. And in this coming battle just as many Urgals would be killed by Kalorians swords as demons...
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Post by Gaia on Jan 15, 2008 20:02:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Ok, just to clarify things, this is now how the complete army of Gorgraz looks. The front line is to the East, toward the forest in which the gate lies. On the farthest south, the dwarves, just north of them the Land of Shadows, then Kalor, Zargon, and in the farthest North, the White Sash. West of these armies, even with Zargon, is the Flarii camp. Their job is to support any weak spots in the line. At least that is how I see it.)
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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 22:17:55 GMT -5
((And the Kalorian redoubt connects with the army of Zargon))
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Post by Balthazan the Destoyer on Jan 16, 2008 12:45:39 GMT -5
Balthazan watched as the armies of the various nations scurried about making feeble preparations. It would not save them. Nothing could. From his position amongst the trees, he could see that the White Sash had arrived, as had a large garrison of Kalorians. He also noted that his servants, the dwarves of Dargath had arrived. Everything was going to plan.
Balthazan had a plan that would keep his influence in the living realm much longer this time, should he fail, though he knew he would not. He sent out his most trusted agents to the far corners of Gorgraz, so that they could continue the fight. With him he had an army that put the one he observed to shame. Since the last time he had escaped from his prison, he had breeded fiercer, stronger creatures to fight for him. Among these creatures were the wraith hounds, four legged monsters that stand up to a mans waist with large mouths that have rows of sharp teeth. Their claws are among the sharpest of any creature and their hide is thick and callus. A close cousin to the wraith hounds are the honlore. Honlore are more than double the size of the wraith hounds and have large, leathery wings. Their claws are not as sharp, but they have teeth identical to their smaller breatheren. The rest of the army was made up of various types of Ogil. Ogil varied in hight and stand on two legs. They look very much like humans, only they have skin similar to that of the wraith hounds. Their weapons of choice include most hand held weapons, including swords, axes, and bows. And sitting at the top of the chain of command just below Balthazan, the Twelve. Standing at nearly ten feet tall and covered with thick plate armor, the beasts are near impossible to kill.
(OOC: Outa time, more later.)
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Post by Kalor on Jan 16, 2008 13:25:35 GMT -5
(You know the Kalorians are going to figure out that the Dwarves are evil because of Morvain...Mwahaha! But then again the main army is going to be late so.....)
The Kalorian vanguard finally raised it's standard. The 1st Lancer Vanguard of the King. Balthazan would do well to remember this unit, the unit of his destruction against Kalor in the 1st Demon War. This was the elite unit that held back legions of his troops so that the man army could find defendably ground which in turn led to the great battle of Bovarvvallen, and the "death" of Raphanendeal, better known as Balthazan. This men knew their legacy.
Indeed he would do well to remember...
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 18, 2008 17:53:49 GMT -5
Stron turned to the newcomer "Welcome friend. So the Kalorians are actually able to send troops." Storn nodded his head slowly "All will be needed before this battle is done. Anyway how was your journey?" He chuckled "Hope my two agents didn't trouble you to much they can be quite a handful sometimes... Especially those two." As he said the last words his emerald eyes gleamed with memory's and a grin crossed his face.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 19, 2008 2:25:22 GMT -5
"The journey was not too bad... not too bad. As for your agents I would never be any trouble for me. They helped me find that which was lost to me. It was an honor to meet you, Stron, but I'm sure you are busy. I just wanted to introduce myself. Kalvanati, Stron." Jonok said with slight nod. Jonok and Farng left the tent and headed back toward the Cereashian camp. The door was complete and the troops had begun to go about the usual duties of an army in a camp. As they walked they caught up on what the other had been doing. They finally parted ways as they neared the center of the camp, when Jonok spotted Calana. As he drew closer, he noticed she had armor. Armor of a Gaurdian. He came up behind her and stopped a few feet away. She was looking herself over. In this process, she happened to notice her father standing behind her. "How do I look?" she asked. "It suits you... I'll take over here, you go, find something enjoyable to do. You may not have a chance to do something other than fight for a while." Jonok replied. Calana smiled. She knew just where she was going. She quickly headed off in the direction of the Zargonian camp. Jonok watched her as she left, he watched that little spring in her step, just like her mother. Jonok stood there watching for amoment, then turned his attention to the massive stone door. HE walked to it and stood before the large structure. He dug into his pocket and found his key ring. They were large keys. He slowly went through them until he found the one he was looking for. He slid it into the key hole, the only break in the smooth stone surface, and gave it a turn. The loud thumping and pounding of tumblers and locks echoed through the door. Cracks of light began to form, starting from the key hole, that worked their way out to the edges of the doorway. Suddenly, the stone fell away, disappearing in a sea of light. Jonok took a deep breath and stepped forward and was engulfed by the light.
Calana wandered throught the various circles of firelight. There were many fires, and Calana moved from one to the next, looking for the one she sought. She finally found him. Dogin was sitting at a fire with several younger warriors. She guessed they might be agents. She leaned against a nearby poll and watched him. She started wondering how long it would be before he felt eyes upon him, and if he did, would he turn to investigate.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 19, 2008 20:23:18 GMT -5
Dogins ears twitched as he gave the air around him a questionable sniff he smiled as he realized who had arrived. Dogin started speaking "Good news everyone." Those around the fire looked questioningly at Dogin "Theres someone here I want you to meet." Dogin turned to the slim figure that stood silhouetted by the night sky everyone around the fire followed his gaze, as Joe saw who it was he eased up. Dogin began again "Fellow brothers and sisters I would like you to meet the newest member to the agents and my fiance... Calana Swiftpaw." Those who new Dogin only by his legend just cheered welcome to there new sister agent, but those who new Dogin better dropped there jaws in astonishment. First they turned to Joe who just shrugged in response then there gazed traveled back to the figure beyond the fire light. What kind of power did this women wield that could tame the wild spirit of the illustrious and mysterious Dogin Hood?
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 19, 2008 21:06:03 GMT -5
Calana smiled. She was glad he was willing to introduce her as his fiance. She slowly stepped forward into the light of the fire which glistened across the links of her armor. She wasn't quite sure what to say to the other in the circle. She simply said, "Hello, everyone." She sat down beside Dogin as she looked around at all the faces of those sitting around the fire. She pulled off her helm and placed it beside her.
For several minutes the only thing that came out of the Portway was the bright light. But suddenly a shiloette appeared. Jonok stepped back into the field followed by the remainder of the White Sash. In total, the White Sash consisted of 30,000 foot soldiers, 13,000 archers, 1,000 orb users/magi, and a support group consisting of blacksmiths, healers, cooks, fletchers, and other such workers numbering around 2,500. It would take several hours for the whole of the force to go through the door, it was only wide enough for six men to walk through side by side.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Jan 21, 2008 0:59:31 GMT -5
Fabador sat in his tent thinking about what was to come. It was not the battle that scared him, but his own master Fabador had seen Karon in battle only once and that memory had been etched into his eternal mind.
A frail cultist entered the tent (no doubt the one who drew the long straw) "Si... Sire..." Fabador rolled his eyes he had no time for timed worms. "What is it worm?" The cultist was shaking all over "M.. me and some of the others... w.. we don't like that the humans have made camp so close to us.. Sh.... shouldn't we." Fabador stood up "You vile little wretch! You fear that ragtag bunch of humans?" The cultists eyes widen and he fell to the ground holding up his hands as if to stop an incoming blow "But sire..." Fabador interrupted "No! I do not care that they are there and No! I do not care if there army is yet to come..." Fabador composed himself with a sigh "What is there to fear? Soon Karon himself shall stand among us! Alone he wields power enough to crush nations! I don't care who stands among the humans none of them are as old and powerful as Karone the Shade King! Now leave my sight and inform all that fear the humans that Karon will make any that fear the enemy suffer a great and painful demise, but those that do not fear and face our enemy's no matter who they are will receive blessing from Karon himself."
The cultists didn't know what to truly make of this but with the promise of dark power and the fear of Karon in his tiny little mind he walked out of the tent to tell the others. As Fabador sat alone again in his tent he gazed up at the celling. "Cowardly little worms."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 23, 2008 20:27:20 GMT -5
It was an awkward silence amongst the fire for awhile until one of the agents ask "So howed that happen?" Dogin gave a chuckle in remark "Its a long story and I'm not sure if you want to hear it... But if Calana doesn't mind she can share it with you, as for me I'm a bit tired of talking about me. My travels are indeed filled with tales of valor, courage, and strife and they may be amazing tales for the bards to sing of but I am no bard."
Tahora burst out with a laugh "Not a bard? Wasn't it you o great traveler that spread the story's of your deeds?" Dogin shrugged and rocked his head back and forth "Maybe when I was younger I might have sang a few verses, but now adays I hear tales of the great Dogin that are so amazing I don't ever remember doing them!" Dogin gave a grin. Joe just shrugged you cant blame people for needing legends and hero's that will set a foundation for the younger generations." Dogin sighed "Well I guess your right Joe... But how did I get on talking about myself again? What have all of you been doing?"
Tahora went into tales of her faster than sound flights across Gorgraz (Isn't it Gorgraz? cause if it is the title thing with the clouds is wrong...) as Dogin gazed over at Calanas smooth armored figure that glittered like stars in the fire light.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 23, 2008 21:57:03 GMT -5
Kalor arrived, with trumpets and drums, the Twelve sitting proud and tall on their white horses. The massive army filled in the redoubt swelling its ranks. Jaymes limped along the redoubt getting the lay of the land and the defenses of the Shadow Army. This was probably Kalor's chance to rid the world of two evils in one strong punch. Archer's repaired bows and swordsmen sharped blades. Jaymes wandered to his tent and laid down. He would call on the other commanders in the morning...after saying a brief prayer to Palador he closed his eyes.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 23, 2008 23:27:14 GMT -5
Calana listened in awe of the amazing things some of the other agents had done. She felt insignificant compared to them, she had barely done anything compared to them. The stories started winding down and they everyone began to get far off looks in their eyes. Calana was suddenly reminded of a song the warriors had taught her long ago back in her village. "My people are taught that, even though it is a terrible thing, to find joy in war. Not joy in killing, but joy in know that they fight to protect their loved ones, their kind, from being hurt." She glanced around the ring of faces, many of which had turned to her. She slowly began the song, speaking the words, as the warriors had taught her:
We walk the path… The path to War… But we must remember Just what we’re fighting for…
As she spoke the words she slowly stood. Then she suddenly burst into singing the sung portion of the song. Her voice, though untrained, was smooth as silk even when singing notes that lay above the range of many.
We fight not for Glory We fight not for Fame We only fight for freedom In His glorious name!
We fight on for Gorgraz For Gorgraz, For Gorgraz For Gorgraz We fight on for Gorgraz… The land on which we stand!
We fight for life We fight for good We fight for all We know we should
We fight for freedom Fight for life And fight for love We fight for Light
We fight for love We fight for freedom We fight for life We have good reason
Forever we shall fight For all the lands Forever we shall fi-----ght For Gorgraz
We fight not for Glory We fight not for Fame We only fight For Life For Freedom For Love Forev-----er Forever in His name!
Many of the times the song mentioned love, she looked at Dogin out of the corners of her eyes. She moved fluidly around the circle as she sang, letting her inner music envelop(sp?) her.
(Song is a little odd, I know, but I kinda like it and thought it would fit, and of course, I had to show off Calana's amazing singing voice, lol, plus I don't really know where to go with this.)
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Post by Land of Shadows on Jan 24, 2008 17:31:41 GMT -5
A low rumble came from far off in the forests behind Fabadors camp, soon the sounds of war drums resonated throughout the field and the rumble had begun to shake the ground. From inside his tent Fabador rose quickly and walked outside to meet with the approaching army. The ground shook and the sky above the forest filled with light that came from thousands of torches, as the first of the great Magradons crashed through the tree line
(Magradons are incredible huge beasts they resemble large elephants except that they do not have huge ears, they have four tusks, and the Shades mount large battle-mounts on top of them and use them as mobile fortresses.... There skin is very resistant.)
Soon the Urgals, cultist, shadow walkers, and other dark mercenary's could be seen marching in between each Magradon. Six of the biggest Urgals carried a large black box with veiled windows of scarlet inside this sat the Shade king Karon. Even before Karon could see them he knew the Humans had made camp beside them for he could smell there over zealous blood, but there was something else in the air... something close by...Balthazan...
The army settled down in the camp Fabadors group had built and cultists went to work on hitching the mounts up to the Magradons, as Karon went to his tent and Fabador followed "Sire where is the rest of..." Karon cut him of with a flick of his wrist "I am no fool Fabador and neither are you! Only a fool shows his hand without knowing that of his enemy's." Fabador nodded his head and memorized what Karon had said "Yes lord you are as intelligent as ever." Karon gave Fabador a look that threatened to send him back to the dark void from whence he came. "Don't act like a sniveling fool around me Fabador! You are strong and I need you still, but fool around like that and I will destroy you." Karon walked into his own tent (the largest one in camp) and sat down "We will fight on our front and our front alone, we will stay weary of all those of mortal blood, and when Balthazan lay dead we shall depart..." Fabador gazed on "If only it where as easy as that." Karon gave a nod "If something goes wrong you have my authorization to use full power... As will I use mine." Fabadors grin grew inhumanly wide he couldn't remember the last time he had been allowed to use full power...
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Post by Kalor on Jan 24, 2008 20:35:16 GMT -5
Jaymes woke with a start, not to the drums but to the evil that he felt enter the area. He and the Twelve were standing on the redoubt fully armed and armored. "Great Paladore, it seems all evil has gathered here today!" Shouted one Paladin.
"We would need the elves for that..."muttered Jaymes. "Gather the clerics and other holy men, gather any cleric warriors together, tell the men to pray!"
In the center of camp, nearly 4,000 men joined hands and looked to the heavens and chanted.
'O Palador! 'O Holy Father! Our time of need is great! For the War Drums they do beat! Evil has shown its ugly head Grant us power to defend out lands Across the plains and mountain peaks Your divine power we do seek!'
On his throne, Palador smiled.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 25, 2008 17:44:08 GMT -5
All around the fire where silent indeed many around other fires had grown silent to listen to the song and those that did no longer feared the coming day. "That was amazing Calana!" Joe finally burst out "I didn't know you could sing..." Dogin shrugged "Neither did I." Tahaora had dismissed herself at the sounds of drums and flown up to see where they came from, as she descended an odd look was upon her face "It seems the bulk of the Shades army has arrived... I haven't seen that many of there forces beyond there island veil in generations!" (Human generations not Dragoth...)
Dogin nodded "Indeed Ive seen a few shades in my lifetime and I know there not ones to be trifeld with." Dogin nodded as well "That maybe but they stand as much to lose just as much as anyone else here..." Joe leaned back in thought "Well maybe not as much as everyone else but I'm sure they wont be a problem here." Dogin shrugged and gave a "Who knows " look as Tahora began "I suppose we will see come the mourning, but as for me I am tired and must sleep." With that she flew off. Most of the others left for bed or guard duty until all that was left was Calana, Dogin, Joe, and Bromre and even he got up "Well brother I should probably go too." Joe gave him a nod "Alright then little brother but be careful out there, wouldn't want you getting hurt out there." He rolled his eyes and Bromre walked off then Joe turned to Dogin "Well I suppose I'm only a burden around you two so I'm of to see if I can find some ale." Joe got up and gave a mighty stretch. "See you come the morn." He gave a wave then was off into the darkness. Dogin gazed around the fire where everyone had been "And then there was two..." He gave a smile to Calana.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 25, 2008 19:24:45 GMT -5
"And what a wonder pair they made." Calana said, smiling back as she sat back down next to Dogin. She laid her head on his shoulder and gazed into the fire, her tail slowly swishing back and forth(lol, first mention of a tail by me). Everything was perfect, except that the world was balanced on the tip of a sword. But sitting there, next to Dogin, everything was perfect. She could feel the ring around her finger inside the glove. Those old familiar feelings and worries started welling up inside her. Those of the White Sash fought for all the things mentioned in the song, but Calana would fight for one of the things above all the others. The last hints of the sun light that could been seen below the clouds faded behind the mountains to the east. Calana's mind began to drift like a leaf on the wind as she stared into the flames. "What are you thinking, Dogin?" she asked, wanting more just to hear his voice than the actual answer.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 25, 2008 21:41:19 GMT -5
Dogin gazed at the starless sky "I suppose Ive been thinking about better times back when Kalor was a bit less... well anyway back when me and Joe traveled the world over we saw some great sites ancient ruins, lost temples, great city's, and good people when we were travailing there was nothing behind us only that which lay ahead, but now... I don't know where to go. My past no longer haunts me, the roads have all been traveled, the sites have all been seen. I feel so old and yet I am so young it seems that I have traveled every path out there..." Dogin gave a long sigh and gazed back down at the mixture of rock and grass that was the ground beneath him.
"Well I knew life after this war would be different, but I never really put much thought into how much different it would be..." Dogin was lost possible visions of the future then gave another sigh "But I should not think these things for we both have a great ordeal in front of us and all will come in due time."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 25, 2008 22:06:09 GMT -5
(Sent ya some messages, Zargon)
"Aye, in due time." Calana said. She yawned quietly. It had been a long day. She was accustomed to giving orders, but only to a small group, not a whole army. Every time she had turned around, there was someone with a question or a request. She had done little work herself but her mind was weary. She sat up. "I probably should return to my camp. We all need to be rested for the trials ahead." she said as she picked up her helm and placed it in her lap. She looked down at the ground for a moment before reaching into the pouch that hung on her belt. She pulled something out and looked at it. Turning to Dogin, she said, "I want you to have this." She held it out as she spoke. It was an arrow head with all it's sharp edges blunted and a letter inscribed on each side, a "D" on one side and a "C" on the other. The arrow head had a simple twine cord tied to it so that it could be worn around his neck. "It might bring you luck."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 26, 2008 0:43:20 GMT -5
Even if no one else would understand what this item meant Dogin knew and he would treasure it until the end of his days "Thank you Calana... For every thing." Dogin reached out and took the arrowhead gently from her and cradled it as if it would shatter if he moved it to fast. Dogin looked back up into Calanas eyes "I shall see you on the battle field in the mourning." Dogin would walk Calana to the gate then head back to his own tent to prepare for tomorrow then sleep.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 26, 2008 8:54:28 GMT -5
They walked to the gate in silence. Calana stopped when they reached it and turned to Dogin, "Kalvanati, Dogin Hood." she said with a slight nod. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek and then turned and started walking slowly toward her tent.
Two thirds of the remaining men in the White Sash had passed through the Portway onto the field of battle.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Jan 26, 2008 18:33:58 GMT -5
Dogin tucked the arrow head away then started off to his tent where he made a quick check of his gear making sure it was all there, then Dogin fell with a thump onto the cot. "Ah cold hard military grade beds... Now I remember why I like spending nights in inns."
Joe had downed a few mugs of ale and now sat in his own tent staring at his new armor and gave a great sigh. "Yet another battle is near... When will it end?" Then Joe fell on his cot, as it groaned and creaked under his weight he fell into a deep sleep.
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Post by Balthazan the Destoyer on Jan 26, 2008 19:03:10 GMT -5
Balthazan took in a long slow breath and sighed heavily as the last light of the sun disappeared. "There is no greater beauty than darkness." He watched the camps, waiting. Soon all but the sentries had bunked down for the night. An evil smile spread across his face. Wraith hounds began coming out of the woods, silently, keeping low to the ground. In the near pitch black world it was easy for them to move unseen. It was a small force, only a hundred thousand, but this was not meant to be a battle, only a statement. Balthazan was sending a message to the free people of Gorgraz, that he was there and that he would fight.
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