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Post by Kalor on Feb 15, 2008 12:34:55 GMT -5
"Greetings, I am Marshall Jaymes Brand, Commander of the Combined Kalorian Army and First Paladin." He said bowing. "I would introduce you to my brethren Paladins but some of their names are rather long and I do not want this to take long." He said smiling a little.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 15, 2008 13:50:47 GMT -5
Calana did not smile, she simply nodded. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Guardian Calana Swiftpaw, Second in Command of the White Sash." she said with a slight bow.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 15, 2008 17:13:20 GMT -5
Stron thought he remembered hearing that name, but couldn't quite think where he had heard it... Then it came to him. "Ah so your the little enchantress that snagged the soul of my best agent eh?" Stron gave a hearty chuckle and looked the female warrior over "Yes I see now why hes been in different mood." Stron kept smiling but turned to Jaymes "So Marshall Brand. What is the cause for this meeting?"
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Post by Tam on Feb 16, 2008 17:05:03 GMT -5
Tam had followed the paladins up the hill from a distance, shaking his head at how small the world was. He kept his distance after the large men had met who he assumed was Stron and observed a cereash join them shortly after. "Well, we might as well get comfortable," he said to his accompanying soldier as the group began to converse. He walked out of the way and sat down, lounging on one elbow, content to watch the gryphon hunt crickets while he waited to meet the zargonian leader.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Feb 18, 2008 17:03:50 GMT -5
(This is really behind, but it concerns no one elses characters, so anyway... yeah...)
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!?" the commander of the forward party yelled as he stormed up to the steam tank that had just fired a second flare. "We're lighting the battle field, to aid the other armies." the old warden atop the tank shouted back as the spent flare shell dropped from the back of the tank, still smoking. "Who gave that order?!?" "I did." "Well from now on, you don't breath unless I tell ya to." "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not used to being under the command of someone who wouldn't have us aid our allies." The commander was fuming mad. The demon within him wanted nothing more than to rip the arrogant warden's head off his shoulders, but he could not. He turned and stormed away, shouting, "You'll fire no more flares!" The warden looked down through the open hatch at the tank commander and nodded. "Cease fire!" The two gunners were loading another flare but stopped, pulling it free and placing it back in its hold. Many of the older soldiers and wardens could feel it. Something was not right, but they were soldiers and they would follow their orders, just as they were trained.
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 18, 2008 17:13:28 GMT -5
Cathina found the wounded Zargonians. Many of them had been tended, only the critically wounded were left, the ones that many believed could not be saved. She knelt down next to a young Dragoth, he had a massive gash in his side. From the looks of it, he had been caught by a leaping wraith hound and had crashed to the ground. He was nearly unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. Cathina placed her hand on the wound. The Dragoth's muscles tensed as pain shot through his body. Cathina closed her eyes as magic flowed from her hand, pulling the wound shut and weaving the flesh back together. She had healed countless soldiers and she was beginning to feel the effects of using so much magic. When she stood, she felt dizzy and nearly lost her balance, but she soldiered on, healing each of the soldiers deemed to far gone to save, one at the time, each was harder than the last.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 18, 2008 17:16:38 GMT -5
Calana couldn't help but blush a little at Stron's comment. She was glad she had her helm on because it covered most of her face. She folded her arms in front of her looking to Jaymes, waiting for his reply to Stron's question, which was on her mind as well.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 18, 2008 20:39:27 GMT -5
"Calana...the name of the Last Queen of Kalor..." Jaymes said wistfully and with a hint of sadness, the other Paladins inclined their heads as well. Jaymes shook his head, "The point of this meeting, we may have a problem. Our dignitary to the Dwarves, Sir Morvain sent us a message that he suspected that something was not right with the Dwarven king and some of the other officials. He never reported back. I trust him, I don't trust the Dwarves."
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Feb 24, 2008 20:21:09 GMT -5
((Sry guys, but we're gonna have to repost...))
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Post by Kalor on Feb 24, 2008 20:24:11 GMT -5
Curses...
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 27, 2008 19:02:28 GMT -5
Stron looked the Marshall over to see if he was lying... He was not. Stron shook his head slowly "Then I suppose we have little choice in what to do. The Shadow army must be warned of the deception and told to be on the look out for an attack." Stron looked back at the Marshall "Or is it that you don't wish to warn the Shadow army?" Stron didn't like the thought that Kalor would leave any army to die, especially when they needed every warrior they could muster. "So Marshall Brand... What is it you expect to do with this information? Will you share it with the Shadow army? Or will you let the only thing protecting your other flank be vanquished by a threat you knew about?" Stron looked down as he added "Choose your decision carefully Marshall. I know your standing with the Shadow army has been all but pleasant, but will you be the one to pull your nation from its noble pride and into a pit of shame?" Strons eyes shone a deep emerald green, but left no hint of what the wise ruler was truly thinking or what he felt. What timeless knowledge lay hidden within the deep pools of emerald?
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Post by Kalor on Feb 27, 2008 20:13:30 GMT -5
Jaymes straightened. "Kalor doesn't deal with the Shadow, not now not ever. We," he said pointing at his chest "Are defending OUR own flank, the fact that the Shadow happens to be there...irrelevant. We are at a state of war with them and we are doing them a favor by not attacking them. And who are you to try and dictate Kalorian policy? Only our allies have that right, and I don't remember seeing you dying along side us during the Occupation!"
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 27, 2008 20:36:00 GMT -5
Stron chuckled despite the accusation "Ah little Kalorin Ive watched your kind for many of your generations and its almost always the same. You thrive and prosper and I start to believe that maybe just maybe you've learned from the past generations mistakes, but time has almost always proven me wrong..." Stron straightened up "I know many hardships where forced on you and it was unjust, but many hardships you faced where brought upon by yourselves!" Stron sighed to cool his tongue "As for why we where not there in some of your hardships it is because we preserve a delicate balance that your short lived race cannot begin to fathom... I did grieve for you... Every time, weather you brought it upon yourselves or if it was unjustly forced upon you. But believe me Kalorin that when we where able to help you without upsetting the balance we where there in an instant... If you saw us or not I cannot say." Stron gazed up then back to the Marshall and gave a sigh "But now your people stand at a crossroad of fate... Will you help the Shadows army? Or will you force another hardship upon yourselves?" Strons eyes where seemingly staring into a far distant land "And believe me Marshall... If you so chose to change your pride into shame and force the hand of fate... I will not grieve for you nor your people." Strons eyes readjusted back on the Marshall back from whatever far of land they had just been gazing upon.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 27, 2008 21:03:08 GMT -5
"Stop this, the both of you!" Calana said, ripples of silver flowing through her brown fur. "This isn't helping anything. The Shadow Army will be warned. If not by you, Marshall Brand, then by me. I do not care for them, but if they fall, the rest of the line will fall with them. We will fight bravely and then we shall fall. We must all stand together or freedom is lost. And not just freedom, but life, justice, and good will all vanish like a candle snuffed out in a dark room. The world will go on, but our actions here will decide what kind of world it will be when the sun rises on this field." When she had finished, one could almost see her inner fire in her eyes.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 27, 2008 21:15:51 GMT -5
Stron turned his gaze form the Marshall and almost with an instant mood change he began talking to Calana "Ahh and theres the spirit that must have captured Dogin!" He started chuckling "You are right of course Calana, but I have to say I haven't seen an outburst such as that since Dogins younger days... Still haven't cleaned up the mess from those years!" Stron took on a more serious look "But yes you are right... This... Exchange of words will not help the situation against Balthazan (Thats right isn't it?)
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Post by Kalor on Feb 27, 2008 21:50:27 GMT -5
"Bah! Fight for freedom the Shadow never will! Justice! Good! The Shadown know not these things and you are fools for thinking that they will." He rounded on Stron. "You and your vaunted Balance!" He spat the word out, the normally calm Marshall losing composure. "Your "Balance" causes nothing but pain and suffering for those not "keeping" it. Perhaps Kalor has allied itself with the wrong people!" He stormed out of the tent, his entourage following.
On his throne Paladore, shook his head, they were both so wrong! The Kalorians going the way of the Elves of old, falling into bigotry and the Stron failing to truly SEE the Balance as it was intended. Yes, Stron was right in this case, the Powers must stand together or fall separate, but trying to force Good and Evil together is like water and oil, he as a Keeper of the Balance should know that. The goal would be to manipulate them into working together. He sighed and looked at his beloved Crustai, she looked at him with nothing but pity. Damn those elves and their god, they have caused more strife than even they could have predicted. He could not reach his Chosen, his powers were to weak from his tussle with Fabian, he couldn't effect the world like he would care to. His brief encounter with Morvain and he Dwarves had stretched him thin, he was tired. Only Zargon could hope to see what needed to be donw, only if he could see it.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 27, 2008 22:45:57 GMT -5
"The Marshall's anger disturbs me, but I suppose I would act the same way if my people had been through the things within my lifetime as the Kalorians have. And the Shadow army may not know good, but they do know that if they do not fight, we will all die, else they would not be here." Calana sat on one of the stools that were placed around the map table (if there wasn't one I guess there is now). "Sorry for that outburst. They are simply living by the code of the Agents. I angered the Marshall." She pulled off her helm and placed it on the table and began studying her hands, gloved in thick black leather. She began talking, not really to anyone... "What am I doing here? I'm not a leader, or a politician. I'm not even a warrior. I'm a hunter... a hunter from a back woods village. I don't belong here..."
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Post by Kalor on Feb 29, 2008 16:54:39 GMT -5
Jaymes returned to the Kalorian camp. Well fortress, while he was gone, two wooden towers and had thickened the wall. "We will not aid the others if they take the fight outside of these defenses, we will guard the Zargonian flank as long as the stay HERE. We do not move, we are a rock that the wave of demons will break upon. Those are my orders."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Feb 29, 2008 17:41:44 GMT -5
Stron stood still with deep mysteries hidden beyond his emerald gaze "Ah but Calana don't you see? Thats exactly what we need! Politicians only argue the facts, leaders drag there people to fight, and warriors rush blindly to face there foes. These are the factors that make up war, but you... you are something different. You have to capability to see the battle with a mind unclouded by politics, loyalty's, hatred, or any other distraction. It will be your mind and not your blade that is your greatest asset on the field, you will be able to see the threats that we cannot and see them for what they truly are. Blessed is your youth and blessed is your situation even if it doesn't seem so." Stron stretched a bit "The Kalorins are held tightly by hatred... hatred that has been seeded in them after generations of conflict." Stron gazed at the ground "They are right to begin to question our alliance." Then Stron looked up again. "But they are wrong to doubt the balance! For it is the key to all the problems that plague Gorgraz, and the problems with the balance all revolve around this creature known as Balthazhan." Stron gazed at the door of his tent knowing that few truly knew what the balance of Gorgraz even was, how it affect everything, and how everything effected it, but Stron also knew what truly had to be done... This battle was only the beginning of fixing the problems, but there was something missing... A key piece that had not come in to play or had not been played properly yet, But what was it?
Little did Stron know how close that piece was at hand, For it was Dogin and Calana that would come to know the full extent of the threat. And they would need all the help they could find to make right what was wrong in this world... (oooo Foreshadow oooo)
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 29, 2008 18:22:16 GMT -5
Cathina helped all of the soldiers she could. She had become very weary and was starting to have difficulty keeping her footing. She slowly made her way back through the gates to the Kalorian camp. She wandered about until she found the one she was looking for. The man who had gone to the Zargonians. She had the feeling he was a high ranking official. She approached him (Jaymes) and asked, "Pardon me sir, would you happen to be the commander of this army?"
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Post by Kalor on Feb 29, 2008 18:31:08 GMT -5
The Marshall, looking world-weary and haggard, turned. "Aye, miss, Marshall Brand at your service."
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Feb 29, 2008 18:37:16 GMT -5
Cathina nodded. "Marshall Brand, I would like to join our ranks and aid you in this fight. I also would like somewhere warm to rest." She said rubbing her arms.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 29, 2008 23:26:13 GMT -5
Calana sighed heavily, her shoulders dropped. "I can't lead these men. Most of them are older than I am. And I don't know anything about war..."
She could feel the ring on her finger and thinking of it brought back the feeling in the pit of her stomach, the feeling that made her thing something was going to go horribly wrong. She wished the war was over, or that it had never started. Then her train of thought suddenly shifted to what she was about to do. The Shadow army. She knew very little about them. Her thoughts began to swim as her tired mind began to loose focus. "I should probably go on to the Shadow camp to warn them."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Mar 2, 2008 1:33:15 GMT -5
Stron blew a little smoke from his nostrils as his shoulders sagged a bit. "Yes I suppose someone should... But its getting late" Stron turned to Calana "You can go and warn them but don't expect a parade in your honor." He gave a smile "But when your done you should get some sleep, not going to be much good if your tired come the morn."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 2, 2008 14:25:10 GMT -5
Calana nodded as she stood and picked up her helm. "Kalvanati, Stron." she said with a slight bow. "Till we meet again." she added as she pulled her helm down over her head. She turned and left the tent, heading toward the Shadow army's camp. As she walked, she thought of what Stron had said. Suddenly, her vision blurred and then everything went black. She could hear fire crackling and people talking in hushed tones. There was a strong arm around her, holding her close. Her eyes were filled with tears. She could hear Stron talking, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Just as quickly as this happened, everything went back to the way it had been. She was standing in the middle of the Zargonian camp. Her eyes were dry. "What..." she thought to herself. "Are you alright, Calana?" Kaltana asked. "I don't know..." "You're probably just tired. Let's hurry up and get to the Shadow commander so you can rest." Kaltana was lying... she knew what was wrong with Calana. It was something that would probably happen more and more unless she learned to control it. Some of Calana's mother's powers had passed on to her. Calana nodded and started off for the camp. She had to pass through the Kalorian camp to reach it, and received a few looks for humans as she passed. Soon she was in the Shadow army's camp. She approached the first figure of authority she saw. "I need to speak with your commander." She said standing tall and firm as she addressed him.
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