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Post by Land of Shadows on Mar 2, 2008 23:07:34 GMT -5
Canoar was a lesser shade one with little power to begin with and inhabited a fairly weak human median, so when this female asked so boldly to see Karon himself he was taken aback. Dismissing some of the fear in his eyes that had shown with the mention of his leader Canoar glanced at the shadow walkers silently stalking the female waiting for her to do something to warrant action, then Canoar started say "I don't know who you think you are but no one sees Karon." Another voice came from around a near by tent... a voice that chilled Canoar to the bone, as Fabador himself steeped around the tent. "Canoar Canoar Canoar, cant you see? This women must have something deathly important to say... or else she wouldn't be here." Fabador looked Calana in the eyes with his own... Eyes full of hatred and malice, full of death and missry... Then strangely enough he smirked slyly "This way mis." Fabador gusted with his hands to the largest tent down the row. Then Fabador gave a quick glance to Canoar. In that glance no longer than a second Canoar saw and felt a dark cold fate... Some Shades (especially weaker ones) Aren't supposed to speak... Especially with matters concerning Karon...
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 3, 2008 9:56:09 GMT -5
((LoZ/LoS, check mail))
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Post by Kalor on Mar 3, 2008 20:53:45 GMT -5
Jaymes looked at Cathina, "Yes of course." He gestured to a man dressed in the remnants of a Kalorian Knights armors, "Jensson will take you to the healers tent."
"This way miss," Jensson gestured to the center of camp.
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Post by Tam on Mar 3, 2008 23:23:55 GMT -5
Tam watched idly as first the paladins stormed out and then the tired ceareash. After Calana had passed Tam got to his feet, nudging his guard awake. He approached the guard at the tents door and bowed. "Good day, sir, I am Tam Eventine Al'Thor. Might I be so bold as to ask if a lowly Erodaen elf might speak with your leader?"
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 3, 2008 23:28:54 GMT -5
Calana walked to the tent the shade had indicated. She paused in front of it's closed flap and took a deep breath. She then pulled back the flap and entered the tent.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Mar 4, 2008 17:48:42 GMT -5
The guard went inside Strons tent and relayed the message. With a tired mind he Stron agreed to see the elf, as he said so the guard quickly went out of the tent to the elf "Stron will see you... But do be careful the day has been long and my lord needs to rest."
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Post by Land of Shadows on Mar 4, 2008 18:01:56 GMT -5
Karon sat near the back of the room by long tables filled with piles of various junk. Seeing that he had yet again been interrupted Karon gave a sigh and turned to meet his "Guest". His eyes where so dark and void that they could probably have been seen even in the darkness outside, but soon they turned to a fiery red... "So... what supposedly interesting thought brings one such as you to stand before me?" Karon could hide many things behind his evil gaze, secrets, schemes, knowledge, but never once in his immortal life could Karon hide the malice, cruelty, or power behind his mighty gaze... Much like Fabador could never hide his ambition...
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Post by Fallen Archangel Cathina on Mar 5, 2008 16:25:35 GMT -5
Cathina followed Jensson through the camp to the healers tent. When they arrived, she turned to him. She bowed her head and said, "Thank you, Jennson." She then looked him in the eye, "May your way be lit by the Pantheon." Without waiting for a responce, she turned and slipped quietly into the tent.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 5, 2008 16:29:00 GMT -5
Calana met Karon's gaze without wavering. "I have come with information... information I felt you should have. The Kalorians feel that the dwarves may be under the influence of Balthazan. They feel the dwarves may turn on the rest of us during the coming battles. They did not wish to warn you, but I felt that you should know, see as how they are on your flank."
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Post by Tam on Mar 5, 2008 16:56:00 GMT -5
Tam nodded understandingly and motioned for his soldier to wait outside. Without knowing or asking if it was necessary he unclasped his sword belt and handed it, his bow, and his blowgun to the soldier. Tam then entered the tent with the gryphon trailing behind as usual. He went down on his right knee and bowed in the custom manner of the Erodaen with his left arm on his left knee and his right fist on the ground. "M'lord, I am Tamathar Eventine Al'Thor of the Erodaen. I humbly beg your apology for bothering you at such a bad time, but I come to tell you that I have brought 25 elven healers with an equal number of warriors to join the battle alongside your forces if you so wish."
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Post by Kalor on Mar 5, 2008 18:21:36 GMT -5
Jaymes couldn't sleep, this battle was taking to long to start, the demon was up to it he knew it. He paced the redoubt, cape fluttering in the breeze, the cool air had calmed in down a bit, perhaps he had been a bit rude with the Zargonian, but he still hated the Neutrals, well not them, but their ideology, their refusal to aid. And to claim that it was the Kalorians own fault! To Jaymes' face! Only time would tell if he would aid the allies in this fight.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Mar 5, 2008 23:04:03 GMT -5
Stron shook the weariness out of his eyes. "Arise good elf." He sighed as he gazed the elf over "Your kind does not fair well nowadays does it, but I am glad that your race has decided to aid us." Stron glanced at the ceiling of the tent then back to the elf "Your warriors should probably stay with your healers, as for where they should be... Probably on the edge where our forces meet the Creashin forces." Stron was tired and knew he would need rest for the coming battle. "Now not to be rude good elf but if you have nothing else to ask I would like some peace."
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Post by Land of Shadows on Mar 5, 2008 23:21:52 GMT -5
Karons eyes shrunk to tiny slits "Those bastards!" Hearing his masters angered voice Fabador ran in the tent "My lord what is it?" Karon stood up and relayed the message and his orders to Fabador through telepathic communication, then Fabador slowly backed out of the tent. Karon forgetting that the female creature was still here smashed his fist on a junk filled table and crushed it into splinters. Then after recomposing himself with with a long sigh Karon noticed that the creature was still here "Your message has been relayed and we are taking measures to counter any dwaven betrayle... And so help me if the Kalorins themselves decided to forsake what little of a truce we have then I will personally drag them into the void! Now unless you have something else of importance, begone!
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 6, 2008 15:13:34 GMT -5
Calana said nothing. She simply bowed her head to him, then spun on her heals and walked out of tent. She paused outside the tent just long enough to look over at the dwarven camp. She wondered if the Kalorian had been right. After pondering for a moment she headed back to her tent. She passed through the Kalorian and Zargonian camps and soon she was walking through the camp of the White Sash. She dropped her weapons beside her cot and then fell into it. She spulled off her helm and placed it with her weapons and quickly fell fast asleep.
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Post by Gaia on Mar 7, 2008 22:37:32 GMT -5
And thus the rest of the night passed without incident. The cold winds of early winter blew across the field. There was a thin layer of frost over everything as the first hints of sunlight filtered down through the dark clouds over head, which were not as dark as they had been the day before.
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Post by Tam on Mar 8, 2008 11:42:17 GMT -5
Tam had taken the last shift to watch over the elves little camp they had set up on the edge of the Zargonian camp nearest the Cereash and watched as the sun began to rise. He looked over his shoulder to where the gryphon was sleeping peacefully. The whole thing almost seemed peaceful... except for the air of apprehension that was layered over all the camps. The calm before the storm Tam thought, looking at the clouds. He looked towards the woods, where innocent trees hid the source of everything. He sighed. Today we decide the fate of the world.
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Mar 9, 2008 13:49:38 GMT -5
Dogin sat in his tent slowly putting on his new armor it was made up of a plates of metal that covered the arms (With two plates one below the elbow and one above), chest, legs (two plates one above the knee and one below the knee to the ankle) it was lighter than normal armor no doubt due to Joes handy work. Dogin stoped and gave a long sigh as he put the last plate on his arm and gazed up at the ceiling of his tent reluctant to get up and face the day ahead, but after a small minute had passed Dogin grabbed up his sword, bow, and quiver and started heading outside where other early rising recruits paced about.
The battle shaman had just finished helping Joe put on the last piece of his new full plate (Grogowen plate by the way...) armor on. Not a trace of Joes fur could be seen beneath the plate armor, even his hoofs had a plate hinge. Being the Grand Champion Joe had expectations in how he would act, fight, and look on the battle field... Joe hefted up his weapons, thanked the shaman for his assistance, and left the shamans tent hopefully ready for the day to come.
Stron sat atop the hill looking over the frosted field that would soon be the grave of many of his soldiers, his emerald scales glinted in the new morns light where they shown through the spaces in his golden colored scaled armor (Dragoth armor...well most of it... is made for mobility in the air, although the armor is for protection as well, the spots that are exposed are hard spots in the Dragoths natural scale armor.) The Black core was already out and drilling in the sky and many other Dragoths where doing last minute drills and maneuvers that would hopefully help them in the battle to come. Stron himself redyed his enchanted sword and shield and began going through the camp and making sure everything was ready... Or at least as ready as it could be.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Mar 10, 2008 11:10:16 GMT -5
With the dawning of a new day came the rumble of the dwarven war machine. From the same direction the forward party had come, came a long column of tanks and troops. With them was the Dwarven King, Dargath. The army filed into it's camp and went about completing preparations for the coming battle.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Mar 10, 2008 11:24:05 GMT -5
Jonok rose just before dawn and left the tent. He was still only wearing his pants and tunic. He quietly moved through the camp, heading west, away from the front lines. He kept on going until he reached a small hill quite a distance from the camps. He drew Frostwater and stuck it in the ground. Icy fingers stretched out a short distance from the blade. He undid the clasps on his tunic, took it off, and folded it neatly before placing it on the ground. His frail looking frame was now exposed, along with the numerous scars, many of which were from his battle with Konoj, his Guardian spirit. He sat down Indian style, facing away from the camps and began to meditate in the cold semi-dawn . Today he would have to do one of the hardest duties a Guardian must do, order his people to fight and die. He was meditating to try and ease his mind. After several minutes, he began to pray to Gorgraz for strength, because his people would look to him, and if he was weak, they would loose faith, and then they would surely die.
He stayed there for about an hour. He put his tunic back on before returning to camp. Most of the soldiers were already up and about, preparing for the day ahead. Calana was up, in full armor, watching over the camp. She had had a dreamless night. They simply nodded to each other as Jonok passed her on his way to the tent. Jonok put on his chain mail under his tunic and pants, then pulled on his cloak, goggles and hat.
The Flarii were up with the sun, preparing their skiffs for battle. As the crews completed preparations, they began to put on their armor. They then busied themselves with preparing weapons and arrows.
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Post by Balthazan the Destoyer on Mar 12, 2008 11:14:49 GMT -5
A single figure strode out of the forest onto the frost covered field, carrying in one hand a white flag and in the other, the banner of the demon army. Balthazan stopped midway between the camps and the forest. In a booming voice he issued a decree, loud enough that all could hear. "People of Gorgraz, I give you this one chance to surrender. If you do so, you will be killed quickly and mercifully. If you pledge allegiance to me, you death will be postponed. If you choose to fight, you will die. Slowly and painfully."
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Post by Land Of Zargon on Mar 12, 2008 16:12:45 GMT -5
In the Zargonian camp all stopped at the demons decree, then Stron flew above the camp and spoke to his people. "Every God of Gorgraz looks down upon us today, hopeful that we will smite this evil and return the world to its proper balance... What we do today will pave to way for the future to come. Will we stand aside and let this evil consume the land?" Although a rhetorical question some soldiers in there devotion openly shouted out in protest. As Stron continued "Or will we stand against this blight that threatens our lands and our livelihoods?" Now the whole camp was aroused and ready to fight "People of Zargon! Give him your answer!" From all over the Zargonian camp great cheers of victory and horas for better times rose from the soldiers of every race and class gave there response. Stron up in the air glanced around the frosty field that would house so many bodys... "May the Gods be merciful this day..."
Down in the camp Dogin had found Joe and now they both stood together fully armed. Dogin turned to Joe "Well old friend seems that this terrible day had come." Joe solemnly nodded his head "Aye that it has and now we must go and do that which we where born to do. We must go to our destiny's!" Dogin looked up at his armor claded companion "You speak as if this will be our last battle, as if this will be the last sunrise we see." Joe looked at Dogin from the tiny slits in his helm "Dont tell me you cant sense it Dogin the overwhelming sense of doom that lays thickly on the wind." it was Dogins turn to nod his head "I have sensed it Joe and I'm here to say that I will not let this stop me and neither should you. We have fought in battles all across Gorgraz, on all kinds of fields, for all kinds of reasons don't let yourself become to downtrodden on the odds of victory, and don't give in to the hopeless feeling that our enemy's are trying to force on us. The stakes our high and the future bleak but this should only give us reason to fight harder than we ever have before!" Joe straightened his shoulders "Your right Dogin... I suppose Ive let thees forbidding feeling get the best of me." Slamming his armored fist across his chest Joe continued "May we meet fight hard and slay many foes!" Dogin returned the salute "May we see better times." Both Dogin and Joe walked off to join there separate units. All Zargoin forces where finished and ready to move onto the battlefield.
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Post by Tam on Mar 13, 2008 0:49:37 GMT -5
Tam had just finished putting on his battle armor and was emerging from the tent when the figure began speaking. Tam now wore pitch black plate armor made of the elven metal monozite. Every visible inch of his body was covered, save for his neck and head. Those were guarded with up swept almost spike-like things rising from his pauldrons. He wore his green tunic bearing his personal crest and his ever present green cloak. As the voice died away Tam turned slowly to his force. "Men, I will not lie. Some among us will meet our end today. Some of us will never see our people again." Silence drug out for a moment. "But that is not a thought to have now. Now is the time to meditate on what we fight for. We FIGHT to stop this evil before it reaches the innocent and helpless. We FIGHT for our families! We FIGHT for the Erodean! We FIGHT for the future of Gorgraz!! We FIGHT for peace!!! RETH ALAN LITH LOTTA COLL PAIX!!!!!" Many of the elven men repeated the last elvish phrase. The warriors loosened their swords in their sheaths and the healers gathered their last few relics. The small force was ready to play whatever part they could. One word resonated in the skull of their leader..... purpose...
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Post by Land of Shadows on Mar 13, 2008 20:02:18 GMT -5
No words of encouragement where needed at the Shadow camp, for every soldier there fought so that they may receive blessings and honor from there dark lord. Now as the day dawned and the demon lord spoke both Fabador and Karon stood with grinning faces "Blessed be the day that we are able to spill so much blood." Fabador said in a smug tone, but Karon swiftly answered "This day is not just about blood Fabador and you know that... We must destroy Balthazan and rid our master of another powerful foe." When they where done great drums started pounding in response the great Magradons with there fully loaded harnesses stood up and where ready to move out, along with them many other warriors also rose knowing that blood was near at hand and that this was there chance to honor there lord and master.
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Post by Kalor on Mar 14, 2008 16:50:06 GMT -5
Jaymes snorted, then looked at his Paladins. He nodded. The Twelve stood on the earth and wood ramparts gathering holy energies to themselves they released a volley of holy fire onto the fire, all coming near but not striking the demon. "YOU HAVE OUR ANSWER, DEMON!"
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Mar 21, 2008 19:47:00 GMT -5
The dwarves all roared various responses, all along the lines of 'go back to where you came from' King Dargath simply smiled.
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