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Post by Kalor on Feb 4, 2008 23:26:21 GMT -5
Jaymes stood on the redoubt, the Twelve behind him. "Chaos, he wants to sow Chaos throughout the men of the armies. We must destroy his control of Chaos, we must oppose him."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 5, 2008 7:28:15 GMT -5
(*sarcastically* ha ha)
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Post by Kalor on Feb 5, 2008 18:02:54 GMT -5
((Hey, it's supposed to be ironic, I haven't quite figured out how I'm going to do it yet...))
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Tam
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Post by Tam on Feb 5, 2008 21:28:12 GMT -5
The soldiers and Tam relaxed after the final hounds were dead. They now strode along at the healer's pace, simply keeping an eye out for anything that might not be completely dead. Those soldiers who had sustained a few cuts tended for them in various non-magical means so the healers could conserve their energy for the more critically wounded. Tam wasn't worried about finding someone in charge, he figured that when they were ready they would come find him. In the meantime there was more good that the healers could do.
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Post by Gaia on Feb 5, 2008 22:02:00 GMT -5
The wind howled across the field, as though mourning the dead. As the night had worn on, the temperature had dropped. It was late fall and it could get quite cool at night.
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 5, 2008 22:35:22 GMT -5
Cathina stood looking out over the field, her wings folded and her sword in its sheath on her back. Five armies stood against a wall of evil, evil that threatened Gorgraz. It had been a long time since Balthazan had escaped his prison. Cathina had seen what he was capable of.
She had arrived as the last of the wraith hounds were being killed off. She wanted to go help the healers of the various nations, but where she stood, Balthazan would not be able to detect her. If she entered the camp, he might notice her and she would lose the element of suprise. In the end, her need to help outweighed her fear of detection.
Her wings melded into her back and her armor faded away as a dark blue robe flowed down over her shoulders. Her sword shrank as well. She moved it from her back to her belt. Soon, she stood in a simple white dress, with a dark blue robe over it. She began suppressing her power, and prayed to Palador to shield her form evil's eyes. Only those who walked closely with the Light would be able to tell what she truly was, and only by contact. She sighed as she pulled the hood of the cloak up over her head and began walking toward the Kalorian camp. They were the people of her god, and she would help them first.
(Hope you don't mind, Kalor.)
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Post by Kalor on Feb 6, 2008 12:36:14 GMT -5
(Why would I mind the aid of an archangel? I would be daft to refuse)
The Twelve and Jaymes after organizing the troops after the battle made a beeline to the Zargonian camp. They cleared the Kalorian sentries and crossed the no-mans-land in between the two armies they neared the Zargonians. The Zargonian sentrys were a little more than worries about these newcomers as each Paladin stood seven feet tall or higher with the excpetion of Marshall Brand. "Sir, I don't think the Zargonians are going to appreciate 12 large heavily armed men heading straight to their lines without announcing themselves..." Edon the Honorable said to his First. Jaymes smiled, "I want to see how jumpy they are, don't make any threatening moves though..."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 6, 2008 13:34:09 GMT -5
The camps anxiety had died down as some went back to there tents. The sentries now more alert than ever stood waiting and watching if anything moved on the field, and indeed things where moving as twelve large human warriors where milling there way to the gate. With a series of hand jester's the message was passed silently along the wall until it reached the gatehouse where the Skrieve gate watcher and a Grogowen stood waiting. The brown furred Skrieve read the signs of the sentries "Seems some humans want entrance... Lets open up the gate." The large Grogowen raised an eyebrow "Why should we open the gates for them? Why would they need to speak now of all times right after an attack?" The young Skrieve just shrugged "Who cares what there thinking just let down the gate, there not going to start something in the middle of our own camp." The Grogowen saw the sense behind the words "Fine fine..." Giveing a quick stretch of his shoulders he grabbed the large gate crank and began to heave. With loud shrikes the gate began to open slowly at first then more rapidly until it stood open awaiting the approaching guests.
Dogin walked along in the camp deciding that if he was going to be any help in the morning he should get some sleep, besides there where more than enough people up and about to see to things.
Joe was tending to a cut on his left arm when Bromre walked up "Owww poor brother get a nasty cut? Hope you wont be sitting the next battle out." Joe glanced up at the smugging expression on his little brothers face "Don't let me get you down. It'll take more than this scratch to stop me from smashing demon heads... And don't even think it'll stop me from giving you a proper thumping." Bromre shrugged "Just a bit concerned, as champion of the Hardfist tribe your safety is my prime concern on this battle field... That is if you still are the strongest of our tribe..." Joe gazed over at his brother with anger in his eyes. "Think your stronger than me eh? Think Ive done gone and gotten soft eh? Well if you think for one instant that I'm not strong enough or able enough to hold my title then challenge me for it! Our laws demand it! But if you think that being my brother will keep me from bearing my full strength against yours than you are sadly mistaken brother!" Joes voice had grown louder and filled with anger at the discovery that his own brother had dared to challenge his authority as champion. A long moment passed as the two stood there eying each other until Joe began "SO will you challenge me brother! For my title!." Bromre slitted his eyes and said nothing then Joe continued "Then by the title of champion of the the Hardfist clan I order you to leave my sight immediately!." Joe was huffing in anger as his brother began to leave, but then Bromre turned around "Your days as champion of our tribe are numberd... brother." Then he left and Joe slumped his shoulders... Perhaps he had been on the road with Dogin for too long, if those of his tribe thought like Bromre and forgotten his standing among them then he would have to remind them...
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 6, 2008 17:20:20 GMT -5
Cathina entered the Kalorian camp. Several of the soldiers looked up at her, but none made a move to stop her. She made her way to the wounded men. There were several who were in need of aid and quickly, but were not receiving any, because the healers could only work so fast. Cathina knelt between two of them and, after glancing around nervously, placed a hand on each. She muttered a spell and her hands glowed white. The two soldiers wounds closed up and their cries of pain died away. She smiled slightly as they both lay there, motionless as their breathing returned to normal. She glanced around again as she moved to the next two soldiers and repeated the process. To do this magic in this manner would have drained a mortal's energy quickly, but it was easy for Cathina.
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Post by Land of Shadows on Feb 6, 2008 19:32:50 GMT -5
Fabador stood at the entrance to Karons tent "Sir all demons have been killed, there where a few casualties but nothing serious. Karon stared ahead with cold emotionless eyes "Any damage to the Magradons or other creatures?" Fabador breathed a sigh of relief seeing as how the news about that subject was good. "No sir all war beasts are ready for the morn." Karon slowly closed his eyes then reopened them. "See to things and do not disturb me again." Fabador gave a bow "Yes sir." Through the camp those that could be saved where being tended to while those that could not be saved where put out of there misery. Fabador walked through the camp giving orders here or there all the while thinking of how fun the battle would be.
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Tam
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Post by Tam on Feb 7, 2008 17:26:14 GMT -5
Eventually the white brotherhood had done all they could, the rest were too far gone to be helped. Tam was just deciding what the most proper thing to do next would be when he felt a nibble on his calf. Surprised he looked down to see his gryphon pecking at him hungrily. Tam had completely forgotten about him ((ooc: most literally)) after they had reached the field of battle. Tam pulled off his pack and pulled out some dried meat which he tossed to it. During the trip the gryphon had grown quickly and had now reached a size somewhere between a large house cat and small bobcat. It gulped down the meat in one bite and then briefly spread its wings in a demanding way and let out a short screech. Tam hesitated before handing it more meat. That was the first time it had ever used its wings consciously. That things growing extremely fast, he thought ruefully. "Well... let's see if we can find who is in charge here," he said when the gryphon was done eating. He led the group towards the sentries. When he neared them he stopped and bowed deeply. "I wish you well despite these dark times. I am Tam Eventine Al'Thor, once high captain of The Shadows from the Erodaen, and I come in command of a small cintengency of those formerly of The White Brotherhood from the Erodaen."
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Post by Kalor on Feb 7, 2008 22:22:25 GMT -5
"We need to speak to your commander!" Jaymes said as he and teh Twelve entered the camp. "Tell him Lord Marshall Brand wishes to speak to him. And if you could send a runner to the White Sash camp as well. I desire a meeting will all the commanders."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 8, 2008 17:34:33 GMT -5
The Skrieve at the gate looked down the line of camps "Sorry to correct you... sir, but that wouldn't be all the commanders." Then the Grogowen standing beside him started waving at a passing Dragoth until he got hes attention. Then started yelling in a tone that could be described as... ignorant... or maybe just absent mindedness. "Go'n tell'da Stron that'm Lord Brand from Marshall is here'd see'um!" The Dragoth circled once then flew to the top of the hill then the Grogowen turned back to the twelve "Now what ya wan'ta to be do'n is ed'n up that'der hill until youd'abe reaching that'a next gate, from de'ra the others'll open'm up them udher gates and you'ca ed'a on over to Strons command'end tent." The Skrieve shook his head "Yea... just do that, anyway what about the other commanders?"
A nearby Dragoth sentry walked up to the new elven arrivals his sapphire scales glinting in the light of nearby fires. "Indeed these are dark times but even in these trying times it is good to see your people still helping for the common good." Another Dragoth her scales glowed with a deep ruby light "Yes we need all the help we can get to banish this new enemy. If you so wish to see Stron hes command tent lies at the top of the hills upper fortifications, I'm sure he will be happy to see your here." The Dragoth gave a sincear smile with the words to show she meant them.
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 8, 2008 21:14:59 GMT -5
Cathina healed many of the critically injured soldiers and had worked her way very close to the other healers. She decided to leave the rest to the Kalorian healers. She turned and quickly made for the Zargonian camp. The nearest gate was open and she quietly passed through as a Grogowen yelled something. Just inside the gate was a group of large Kalorians, she could feel the holy power pulsing through them. She bowed her head low, so that her hood would obscure her face and passed them with a wide arch, hoping they would not notice her.
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Tam
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Post by Tam on Feb 9, 2008 19:27:36 GMT -5
"Thank you very much," Tam said, bowing again. "I wish you well in today's endeavors." Then Tam turned to the company. "Stay here except for you," he ordered, picking a soldier at random. "Make yourselves useful for cleaning up this mess somehow." With that he walked through the gates with his gryphon trailing behind, guessing uphill was the most probable direction. Soon, however, he stopped in amazement. Nearby he had just spotted Gulio from the mountain, surrounded by mean of equal proportions.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 11, 2008 21:12:21 GMT -5
Jaymes and the Twelve moved swift through the Zargonian camp, slowing only when they approached the command tent. "Hail Zargonian commander!" Jaymes shouted.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 11, 2008 21:36:01 GMT -5
Stron turned at the odd greeting to see thirteen (right Jaymes plus 12?) fully armed Kalorin paladins. "Ive ruled the land of Zargon generations before your grandfather was conceived boy and I would hope you've taken time enough to learn my name." Stron turned to utter a command to finish with the general he had been talking to then turned back "But perhaps the human jests eh? I would hope so for I know much about you Jayme's just as a leader should, but I get ahead of myself. My name is Stron Emerald Scale and I am the ruler of these people, what business is there that you bring word to me without the other generals?"
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Post by Kalor on Feb 11, 2008 23:15:30 GMT -5
Jaymes stiffened under the insults, it wasn't his fault that Kalor was unable to keep up with who was in charge of what in the other lands, time had been hard. "I asked one of your men to send a runner, however I don't think he understood my meaning. Also I would like to meet with my allies individually before meeting as a group. To get a better feel for them as a person....excuse me what is your proper title?"
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 11, 2008 23:48:49 GMT -5
"Your logic is quite reasonable and I feel you have quite the grasp on the situation, but as for my title..." Stron gazed far off as if into distant lands "The titles conceived by man or used by them to represent us has little true meaning in our society. All you need to know now is that I have led these people with of course the council of the Skreive and Grogowen representatives and I will continue leading these people until I die. If you truly need to call me anything just call me by my name... in truth that form of information is all that is needed now. That and the fact that my humor and knowledge has come off as somewhat offensive to people of various races in the past." Stron gave a smile
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 12, 2008 0:37:13 GMT -5
With a heavy, tired hand, Jonok closed the Portway, dropping the keyring into his pocket. The camp had quieted down again. He stood there, his eye trying to close behind his goggles. He hadn't felt this drained in a long time and he hadn't even done that much. He made his way through the camp nodding to the various soldiers that looked up at him. Most were asleep, but a few awake, checking weapons and armor. It was not uncommon for a soldier of the White Sash to check his gear two or three times a night. It put them at ease, helped them sleep. Jonok realized for the first time that he had not been wearing his armor during the fight. His feet had been guiding him to his tent, but he stopped. Thoughts began to flow through his head, of what had happened to Calana. He hesitated a bit longer before walking into the tent. He sighed with relief as he pulled back the flap, she was siting on her cot in her normal clothes, holding her wirst and flexing the fingers of the same hand. "You alright? he asked as he stepped inside. She looked up, "Yeah, one of 'em bit me, but my armor stopped it from doing any harm." "Good, good." Jonok replied, nodding. He pulled off his hat, cloak, and goggles. He looked quite odd with out them, standing there in just his tunic and pants. He slowly sat down on his cot and swung his legs up onto it. He let out a long sigh as his head sunk into the pillow. Neither Calana nor Jonok spoke again. They were both tired and knew the other felt the same way. Calana lifted her legs up onto her cot and laid her head onto the pillow. She lay there for a moment staring at the roof of the tent before she pulled off her ring, the one Dogin had given her. Even in the darkness of the tent, it seemed to glow like fire. She couldn't help but smile as she slid the ring back onto her finger. "Calana..." Jonok said suddenly, startling her, "during the battle, keep your head about you. I know you love him, but it won't do you any good to get yourself killed because you're thinking about him." She looked over at him, he was staring at the ceiling. She looked down at the ring on her finger, knowing what he said was true, but wishing she didn't have to worry about it, wishing there was no war. Her mind began to wander as she began to fall asleep.
Jonok did not fall asleep, even though he was tired. He was worried. More so now than ever. Calana possessed Firewind, a weapon with unknown power, and her love was fighting in the same war as her. He felt that it was a bad combination, the legends of what the weapon could do... it scared him. He wished he hadn't had to give it to her, but the weapon chooses the Guardian, not the other way around. All he could do was pray, pray to Gorgraz to keep them both safe.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 12, 2008 13:12:36 GMT -5
((You know what I just realize, Calana and Kalana sound the same, so she has the same name as the last ruler of Kalor....))
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 12, 2008 15:10:46 GMT -5
(Yeah, I noticed that when I was going through the old and unused threads forum. Queen Kalana's app is in there. You want me to send her when the runner is sent? Cause technically, she is one of the two leaders of the White Sash.)
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Post by Kalor on Feb 12, 2008 17:05:18 GMT -5
((Sure))
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 14, 2008 17:14:04 GMT -5
(...so whats supposed to be happining?....)
Ummm... A very confused Skrieve runner stumbled near the vicinity of the White Sashes camp looking for someone to please tell him where he needed to go. But was he supposed to call upon the leaders of the other forces? He did not know...
(YEA... sure... lets go with that...)
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 14, 2008 22:23:46 GMT -5
(In order to make this a little more fluid, I'm gonna take some liberties... cause the runner is an NPC)
One of the rear sentries, who had been posted after the attack, spotted the runner. After the Skrieve had explained the situation, the sentry sent a soldier to the Guardians' tent. The guard at the entrance of the tent quietly entered after hearing the request. He stood between the two beds of the Guardians, wondering which he should summon. Luckly, the decision was made for him. Calana awoke, she had been in a very light sleep. "What is it?" "Ma'am, the human commander is in the Zargonian camp, he has summoned all the commanders together for a meeting." Calana nodded, "I shall answer the call." The guard bowed and left the tent, closing the flap behind him. Calana rose from her bed and put on her armor. She slung her quiver onto her back, slid Firewind into it's sheath, and shouldered her bow. Then she slid her knife into it's sheath above the base of her tail. She was a woman, and many men considered war a man's job. She would show them she was able to do just as much as they could. She sighed as she held her helm before her with both hands. She lifted it up and pulled it down onto her head., and stepped out into the cold night. "If Guardian Coldfury awakens, tell him where I've gone." she said to the guard. He nodded with a firm salute. Calana followed the soldier to the sentry, then followed the runner to the meeting.
When she arrived, she found that the human entourage was made up of some of the largest humans she had ever seen. She stepped up to the group, but did not speak.
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