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Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Jun 11 12:42:27 2000
To Nordmaar
Subject A Letter with a Dae'tok seal is delivered from a Gnomish slave.
Natpat awp iyityikawy ay Naintpnaat,
Yit pay baaw nawl laaty yyiwia tpa Lyiww paba tayiaap na ytan tpa btatar awp
yabasa maly ay mean daadra. Bat Yi knainm yana, aydaiyiarrl mean natpat
naeyont ba mattyiap. Ya Yi an yawpyiws tmotaskay paianawt ta rat tae knainm
tpat Yi an yyiwa awp yaenrr. Yi maarp ayk tpat taet yaatip yat na ba
pyiyiawtyiwaap. Yi an amata ay taet ityinay asayiwyt tpa Lyiww awp Yi an
dtadatap ta ayyyiyt saeni ta aotyiwsayiyp taet iyitl awp yity yaar
iyityikawy. Mean natpat myirr naint ba patnap, bat tpa tayt ay tae myirr
datyiyp. Yiy tae myiyp ta ryiba, tae waap ta tanaba taetyarbay ytan
Naintpnaat at awia. Raaba tpa motaskasprawpy. Sa ta Artpayiwyia myitp tpa
atpat takanaiy awp pyaenrr tpata. Tae paba baaw matwap. Yi pa yiwtawp aw
btyiws tpa yttawstp ay tpa Lyiww atmean pyitaitrl ta Naintpnaat, awp yaen
myirr batw yit pamw araws myitp abatlawa yiwirapap.
Dtyiwia Myirryian NaiIarran, Ryiaatawawtt ay Paa'tmattya iarbatl #11.
Yatata Sabanaint ay Naintpnaat.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jun 29 18:37:25 2000
To all
Subject The Formation of the Holy (or Unholy if you will) Churches.
Darkness stirred. The horrable shreiking of pain filled torture was
pleasing to it. The louder the shreiks, the more the darkness celebrated.
Any mortal would have lost its ability to hear after this event. But the
Darkness here encouraged it. Embraced it. Nothing else but severe mortal
torture could allow this darkness to enjoy.
Malachive....... AWAKE!
A young man awoke from his sleep. His features were both pale and handsome.
Long black hair fell behind his head and his eyes were as black as the
darkness itself.
A woman stood next to his bed. To say she was attractive would be to say
that Giant Ogres were only mildley tall compared to humans. She was both
beautiful and seductive with every gesture and every breathe. Malachive
knew her the moment he noticed her standing before him.
"Mother?" He asked.
Drakkara nodded a simple nod and begin to speak in mocking tones.
"You sleep? You have been in this realm far too long, my son. What else
have they trained you to do? Eat? Work? Pay debts?"
Drakkara sat at the end of his bed and breifly touched his right cheek.
"I have found you, and within a blink of time you are already a man in this
world. I could take you home now, but your father has plans for you.
Already events are in motion and we have begun a holy revolution. Churches
of Necrucifer have arose and become powerful. The Gods of 'light' as they
call themselves have followed in his example and have begun organized
churches of their own. Already priests are being trained to bring others to
their side. A true holy war has begun."
"What does father require of me, mother?"
"You will know in due time. In the meantime, know that you are mortal here.
Keep yourself alive. Seek those who are strong to protect you. You can die
here and if you do, it will be for good."
"And if I do well? Will father allow me to return home and to have the full
power of my birthright? Do I finally get to be able to be a God? Do I.."
"Sleep, my child. The answers and more will come in due time. Do what you
can to stay alive while opressing these new churches and their priests.
Rewards have an interesting way of working out."
With a wave of her hand, Malachive slumbered once again. Dreaming of the
darkness which he so enjoyed, a smirk crossed his lips.
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(ooc: See help priest.)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Sep 26 20:52:28 2000
To all
Subject Penalties for Failure
Necrucifer viewed the world with a dissatisfaction that caused the ground
to tremble. His son was stuck on this world and was not accomplishing much
of anything. Malachive had caught himself up in the daily lives of his
"mortal" parents who had adopted and raised this infant. He had even taken
a job to assist his family financially. A thought which made Necrucifer
very unpleased.
"His destiny is to rule that world and prepare it for my commands yet he
works with his hands as a carpenter." Moaned Necrucifer. His voice echoed
through the darkness followed by a rumbling shake.
Pale, sleek hands massaged his form. "Is the world not going as you have
planned, my love?" Drakkara smiled with sarcasm.
Necrucifer growled. "Summon Goratrix. This is his failure. He has done
nothing to prepare for Malachives rule nor has he been an effective leader
of the other Demons."
Drakkara suddenly took great offense. "This is Goratrix's failure? What
direction have you given him? The only time you have ever spoke to him was
when you cast him out transforming him into a Demon!"
"SILENCE YOURSELF. You may be my mate but you will not forget yourself and
your place in my service! If you ever defend him again as you have before
you will be sorry." Screamed Necrucifer.
Drakkara started to argue back, but stopped herself, and smiled
mischievously. "As you wish.... 'my lord'". This comment filled with
sarcasm. Drakkara quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Necrucifer turned around and willed Goratrix beside him. "You know not who
you serve. You are a failure now as you were before you were transformed.
Perhaps time in the Abyss will teach you a lesson. You no longer are my
Demon Lord." Goratrix slowly rose to speak, stretching his wings with a
leathery crackle. As he approached his father, Necrucifer with only a
thought put more pain into Goratrix's body than that of a hundred dying
warriors.
Pain enveloped the demon. It was a good sensation at first, one he had
missed for some time. As he began to revel in the rising agony, he realized
there would be no end in sight to this pain. From glory to defeat, Goratrix
doubled over as his vision went crimson with both rage and pain. His gaping
jaws opened, releasing a chilling howl... But no one could hear him. As
the pain bubbled away, his eyes refocused to his own horror. A group of
people, yet not people, gathered about him. He looked about, feeling the
pull of their energy. His father had said the Abyss?
As his mind focused slowly, the cold chills of ice-torn winds dug into his
hardend skin, and the frigid stone clutched at him. He looked out at the
wavering forms before him... All souls he had taken in before his leave of
this place. He had returned. After the eternity spent escaping, he had
been replaced in the same gods forsaken hole, left to rot and gather more
souls. His mind raced to rage, as he jerked his body into standing, ready
to release his full fury open those closest to him. A freezing blast of
wind sent him to his knees before he could take his first movement. In his
weakend state, he forgot the agony he had just endured.
Goratrix looked to the heavens, extending his fisted talons. "I served you,
you wretch! I served you!!" , He cried, as his throat bubbled over with
warm liquid. Alarmed, his gaze fell. The cold stone was covered, as was
his body, in warmth. He finally had noticed he was bleeding.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Oct 19 18:42:08 2000
To Dolund'ir Althainia
Subject Althainia Marches towards Dolund'ir.
The raids had finally become intolerable. Althainia had declared War on
Dolund'ir. Althainian troops and citizens alike kissed their wives goodbye
and prepared to march towards the south.
Dolund'ir gathered citizens up, handing them makeshift spears and handing
them wood axes. An army was coming and no citizen would stand around to
watch.
(ooc: Check your militia daily)
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Oct 26 22:26:55 2000
To Dolund'ir Althainia All
Subject Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 1)
The Althainian troops had marched for 4 days to reach the goblin city of
Dolund'ir. Now was the time to strike. The goblins would pay for their
countless raids and attacks on Althainian soil.
The Althainian force made their formations as commanders rode their mounts
back and forth checking equipment and answering the newer troops last minute
questions.
The signal was given and a line of archers raised their bows and prepared to
begin the assault on Dolund'ir. A catapult was loaded and brought to the
front.
Above the walls on Dolund'ir crossbow men stood prepared to respond.
Kalaman raised his mace and then sharpy brought it downward. Along with the
war cries of hundreds of Althainian soldiers a flock of arrows flew through
the sky landing over the walls. The catapuly was unleashed as a huge
boulder crashed into the Dolund'ir wall, cracking it. Kalaman gave the
signal again and again the arrows flew and the boulder hit the wall again,
inches from where it hit last time. That was the opening Althainia had
needed. Crossbowmen and Archers alike lined up towards the wall and begin
to take a closer position.
A goblin stood tall and fired his crossbow at an approaching archer, missing
widely.
Asuraka released his arrow from his bow. It flew stright into the
crossbowmens neck and his limp body fell from the wall.
A siege tower was placed before the opening of the wall. Shadrael began to
cast his protective spells upon several units of infantry and macemen as
they began to to assault the city itself. A battering was brought forth to
the gate and the soldiers prepared for close battle.
Tarion gave the signal and the goblins opened the gates and poured out by
the hundreds. Swords and maces collided with swords and cheap hand made
weapons from the large militia force gathered by the Goblin leader. Goblin
crossbowmen fired their weapons at close range as goblin pikemen defended
the gap in the cities walls from climbing Althainia macemen. Blood poured
as many of the goblin militia could hear goblin bones break from the maces
as they bashed into their bones. Several hundred militia turned around to
flee. Only Kahn Tarion's presence kept 70% of the militia from turning and
running. The battle insued with Cetjem and his men defending the wall well
as Brudon's unit of infrantry fell victum to Kheldan's unit of macemen.
Just when all seemed lost, a large Dragon swooped down from the sky. A bolt
of lighting left his mouth and struck Shadrael, dropping him to the ground
uncouncious.
Jormungander grinned and flew by for another swoop. On his next pass he
breathed a bolt of lightning from over 200 feet away. It sruck Armathor
along with 6 other macemen dressed in chain mail. All dropped the ground,
Armathor barely breathing and crawling to safety. The dragon landed and
swung his massive claws at a group of nearby pikemen, instantly killing most
of them.
Xiervence motioned his knights to ride toward the dragon with lances
forward. Only a moment before implaing the dragon, several goblin infantry
slashed at the knights horses, giving Jormungander enough notice to turn and
leap into flight. An arrow peirced Jormungander's wing which only seemed to
enrage the enormous Dragon. A quick swoop produced the dragons lunch as the
archer Asuraka was bitten and dragged into the air and swalled almost whole
by Jormungander. Several archers stood in fright, unable to move.
Althainia macemen and infantry continued to push foward as a several militia
dropped to their might.
The fight had lasted until nightfall, where both forces seemed content to
await daylight before the next battle begins. The goblins fell behind a
closed city wall as the Althainians camped close to the city. The Great
Blue dragon sought solace elswhere, to digest his meal.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Oct 28 17:55:56 2000
To Althainia Dolund'ir all
Subject Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 2)
The first hints of sunlight peeked through the clouds and both armies
prepared for this next crucial battle. Over the night, an Althainian Cleric
known as Florellia and a new Wizard known as Kentanin had arrived. The
arrival of Kentanin had reminded several soldiers of the frightful death of
their last one by the Dragon the previous day. Florellia, however was a
plesant surprise. Many of the soliders who came into contact with the
Goblin's blood had grown ill. Many did not sleep, many more could not keep
their pre-dawn breakfast. The stench from the blades were gut wrenching,
but Kalaman had ordered the weapons kept at arms distance. Many soldiers
complained and pointed out that it was easy for someone leading the macemen
to make such an order, maces had far less blood on them than swords.
Formations were made and just as light came about the goblins stormed out of
their gates. The battle continued just as it ended the night before.
Furious war cries defeaned many as blades, maces, and polearms swung into
their enemies.
Above all of the noise was a *crack* of thunder as a lightning boly slammed
into an unsuspecting Althainian maceman, burning his face to a crisp.
A couple of hundred of Althainia militia who had volunteered to travel along
days before to help bring their nation a victory against these goblins stood
in fear. "We didn't sign up to die, we signed up to win!" Shouted one man.
The Althainian militia began their retreat towards their home.
The mage Kentanin sent a massive fireball into the air slamming into
Jormunganders body. The enormous Blue Dragon came smoking down into the
ground crushing a unit of Althainia Macemen. Immediatley, Xiervence led his
knights on the charge against the stunned Dragon. A unit of Goblin Pikemen
quickly surrounded the Dragon and brought down 3 of the 6 knights from their
mounts. Others were caught by goblin crossbowmen and knocked clean from
their horses.
Xiervence gasped one of his last breaths. He stood, dizzy and his vision
blurry. He felt his body get yanked into the air and all went black. "The
dragon has me" he thought to himself.
Meanwhile the unit of goblin crossbowmen began an attack on their Althainian
rivals. Arball ordered that the crossbowmen stand their ground and exchange
fire. Yawg seeing this, ordered his unit of crossbowmen to flank the goblin
unit. It took only 11 minutes to rid this battle of goblin crossbow
attacks.
Xiervence awoke. He immediately felt his chest and legs surprised to not
have dragon teeth marks in him. Florellia, the cleric smiled at him.
Xiervence immediatly asked what happened, he was sure the dragon had him.
Florellia responded "Rowen made a dashing run leaning off his horse and
pulling you on to his. You should thank him, his mount caught a poined
arrow immediatly afterwards and his leg when the horse fell. But he brought
you to me, broken leg and all."
Jormungander rose and blindly swung his claws in anger and pain. His strike
took out a group of Goblin militia and a group of Althainian Pikemen before
he could see clearly. A sharp painful cut tore into his neck as Armathor
slashed his sword at the Great Beast. Blood trickled from Jormunganders
neck as he lept into the air in attempt to escape. He only got 40 feet into
the air before he fell back down to earth. The Althainians charged at the
Dragon and had him cornered. Looking around Jormungander saw a vast cave
and quickly made his escape into it.
Hours upon hours of battle had occured and many soldiers fought until they
dropped from weariness. The Althainians had managed to slay most of the
Goblin Infantry and a good portion of the Goblin Militia. Upon darkness,
the goblins retreated back within their walls and the Althainians took some
much needed rest. Only the catapult remained active this night as Althainia
lunged boulders over the walls into the city and the cleric Florellia healed
many wounds allowing soldiers some much deserved rest. Soldiers had
surrounded the entrance of the cave to prevent an escape from the Dragon, if
it still lived.
Kahn Tarion knew his numbers were slimming and pondered his next move. He
strolled through the streets of Dolund'ir when he was approached by a green
goblin covered in dark cloth. Tarion took an interest since this goblins
color seemed different. In one fluent movement the goblin pulled a dagger
and lunged for Tarions throat, nicking him slightly. Tarion removed his
sword and beheaded the offbalance assassin. Someone wanted him dead but
who?
Midnight came with no events. This battle looked as if it may be decided by
one more day.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Oct 29 21:35:10 2000
To Dolund'ir Althainia all
Subject The Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 3) (Part 1)
Kahn Tarion spoke before his remaining army behind the closed walls of
the goblin city. It was perfectly quiet except for the occasional boulder
slamming into a nearby building. "I have died before and yet here I am.
Destiny has brought me and all of you to this place where the Gods
themselves demand that we defend our home against these Invaders. No one
runs, no one flees, no one gives up on our home!! We either win, or we
die!" Proclaimed Kahn Tarion. The masses of goblin cheered and began a
chant
Blood trickled from the Great Wyrms neck. Jormungander snarled heavily but
soon realized his mistake. With every sound he made a flock of
crossbowmen's arrows followed by a fireball entered the dark cave.
Jormungander's anger flared but he remained still, pondering his next move.
Dawn appeared and the Althainians prepared for what they hoped would be a
final assault. Cormion, a wizard from Althainia had arrive this morning
through a magical gate. Kentanin, the other wizard was stationed outside of
the cave where the blue dragon had hidden through thre night. Crutos, a
Knight of Althainia who was second in command of the only remaining macemen
division asked calmly "Are the goblins still asleep?" Kalaman shruged and
shouted, "Lets wake them up!" With that command a well aimed boulder was
launched into the Dolund'ir wall, rocking its foundation. Kalaman and
Crutos both chuckled. The light hearted humor was interupted by the Shadows
of Dragons approaching. "What now??" Shouted Kalaman. Tannker ran up to
Kalaman's post shouting and waving his arms. "It's a Brass Dragon, sir!
It's come to help!"
Paziameira landed and nudged them gentely with her snout. She looked around
and clicked her teeth in annoyance. "Where is it"? The large Brass Dragon
asked.
Kalaman knew who the "it" the large female dragon was referring to. "He has
holed himself up in a cave all night. We have it injured." Paziameira made
no response and walked over the cave.
(((BAAAM))) A wall of the Dolund'ir city shook with a force so powerful, it
knocked Sheng who was leaning on it completely to the ground. Sheng stood
up quickly, his head ringing. Jerluk laughed and then spoke without
emotion. "Bad place to rest, no?" Sheng muttered and drew his sword.
Tarion shouted down the ranks, "Let us go! Remember, we win or we die!"
Cormion approached Kalaman. "Another Dragon approaches, and its that of a
green one. Shall I cast a fireball at it?" Kalaman did not pause before he
answered. "NO! No one harm the green beast. I have word from the King
that this beast came here to slay the Blue, some sort of Chromatic rivalry.
Do not harm it!" Crutos smirked and stated quietly "I wonder what the Brass
will think about the Green's help."
The gates flung open and the army of Dolund'ir ran towards the Althainians.
Battle cries flared and the battle begun. Mostly unnoticed, a goblin Shaman
by the name of Chanker turned himself into a coyote and quietly made his way
towards the cave. As he approached the cave the coyote changed shape into a
small, baby bear. The Althainians watched ans the small cub wandered
towards the cave.
Yawg, a ranger and leader of the crossbowmen saw the cub approach. "Let it
be. The cub probably lives in the cave. I do not know if it has family
left there, but we should not interfere with nature". Those under his
command knew he meant what he said when it comes to protecting natures
beasts. Those without blue scales and 50 foot tails that is.
Once safe inside the cave, Chanker unshifted into his Goblin form. "No be
afraid blue one, I come here to heal your wounds."
The brass dragon approached the cave.
(continued in part 2)
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Oct 29 22:59:47 2000
To Dolund'ir Althainia all
Subject The Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 3) (part 2)
Chanker whispered to the dragon, "Be still, my poultice will help heal
you. "That smells foul!" Jormungander whispered. You trutch Chanker,
Chanker make you all better.
Paziameira sniffed the air from within the caves vast opening. The sniff
echoed loudly.
"A Metallic! I will not die laying down!" Jormungander stood tall and
inhaled a deep breath taking almost a minute to gather as much air as he
could. "NO! , DO NOT!" Yell Chanker but his please were too late. A VERY
loud thiundering sound CRACKED through the cave sending an enormous bolt
through the cave to the opening. The Althainian crossbow unit and the
wizard both caught the force of this massive bolt sending them to ground.
Kentanin skins flared on fire with only his magic saving him from death.
Rowen was not so lucky, all that stood in his place were his boots. Yawg
was knocked several feet away and bunred severely, but for the moment he was
breathing.
Paziameira evaded the blast, using the reflexes her birthright had given
her. However, the flash had completely blinded her. The echo from the
lighting blast shook the cave and quickly, the cave began to come down.
Chanker screamed "Now you see what you done! Now we both is tr..." A large
boulder from the cave crashed down on top of Chanker, completely crushing
him. Jormungander tried to make his way towards the entrance but was
smashed with one large boulder and then another. Within seconds, he was
completely buried under tons of solid rock.
Paziameira turned to exit the cave, but could onyl rely on her sense of
smell. Her too, whithin seconds, was burried under this massive cave which
had suddenly become a mountain.
Kentanin gasped in pain and disbeleif. Why had he been the only one to
survive? What had the gods had in store for him? A large silver figure
stood over him now. "maybe I am dead."
Xiervanthian stood above him and then he glanced at the cave. Before him
were two dying mortals, Kentanin and Yawg. But he knew Paziameira went into
that cave. He spotted a cleric earlier at the Althainia camp and he could
save these men. But what of Paziameira? This choice was not easy.
Xiervanthian moaned in a tone that only a dragon could as he picked up
Kentanin and Yawg's near lifeless bodies and carried them back to the
Althainian healer.
At the battle field the goblin and Althainian armies clashed. Vejita
slashes one goblin infantrymen and then another before being brought down by
a hoard of goblin militia.
Tarion brought down his sword into Vejita's chest followed by a strong pike
slash from Cetjem, removing Vejita's head.
On the other side of the battlefield, an arrow from Arball found its way
into Sheng's neck. Sheng slumped down onto his knees, and then fell over
dead.
Smaragdinus enjoyed watching the carnage around him. He turned around and
saw another Althainian infantry unit reinforcing the other. Smaragdinus
grinned evilly and took in an enormous breath. A cloud of chlorine gas
spead amongst the Althainian army, may of them gasping for air and dying
moments after contact. Smaragdinus lept into his green cloud of gas and
began to claw and bite the Althainian army he had betrayed to death.
Tarion slashed an althainian infantryman and then shouted some more orders.
From behind him came a smashing blow to the back of Tarions head. Kalaman
has gotten a clean hit with his mace to Tarions skull and Tarion laid in a
bloodied heap. The goblin army stood in terror as their leader went down.
Kalaman immediatly turned to face the dragon who was tearing apart his army
bit by bit.
Smaragdinus ripped the limps off an Althainian crossbowman and then slashed
his tail across a row of infantrymen sending them to the ground. Kalaman
swung his bloodt mace into Smaragdinus's side. Smaragdinus grinned at
Kalaman and brought the force of his claws down at him. Before contact was
made Smaragdinus was swatted by a great silver tail which sent it flying
back into some trees.
Xiervanthian punced on Smaragdinus clawing and biting into the Green Dragons
hide. Smaragdinus responded with a cloud of gas all over Xiervanthian,
choking the great silver dragon. The silver rose into the air above the
poisonous gas and breathed a gas of his own, a cloud of paralyzing gas.
Smaragdinus slowly fell, losing control of his muscles. Xiervanthian
followe dthat breath by a cone of cold air making Smaragdinus's muscles go
completely numb and the Large Wyrm fell to the ground, completely vunerable.
An Althainian crossbowman and former Slayer stood above the now harmless
dragon. Kheldan placed his foot upon the dragons head and shot a lethal
arrow right into both of Smaragdinus's eyes, ending this beasts life.
Nightfall had completely taken over and the goblin militia had dragged
Tarion's breathing, but motionles body back within the city walls. The
goblins retreated and closed themselves in the city as every wondered what
the next dawn would bring.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Oct 30 23:18:57 2000
To Althainia Dolund'ir all
Subject The Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 4) (part 1)
The dwarves Gehran and Bilbanus along with their crew arrived at a
mountain where a once massive cave stood. The dwarves shook their head
began the dig removing boulders and rubble with the skill only the Dwarves
on Algoron seemed to possess. Half way through the night, another dwarf was
heard muttering "Ther's nay way she culd have survived this". Gehran
hearing this responded with a more than grumpy tone. "Then dig up her
blasted corpse!!" .
Hours later, a filthy brass hand was found. "She's nute breathen."
Bilbanus stated. The Dwarven team unburied the lifeless dragon and through
much training in leverage tied and pulled the Great Wyrm's corpse from the
cave. Paziameira's lifeles form laid on her stomache, looking as majestic
as when she were alive. Gehran gave his orders "Let's fetch the cleric and
see whute she cune do." Bilbanus interupted, "Gehran, she bae dead." With
but one glance Bilbanus knew it didn't matter to Gehran.
Florellia approached the Great Wyrms corpse and placed her hands upon the
Dragons chest whee the heart lied beneath. She prayed for 2 hours straight
without any results. An already exhausted Florellia fell asleep with all
hope lost.
The dwarves held their head in silence. No one noticed the group of Earth
Elementals that entered the cave.
The sun peaked up over the trees and hills waking the army of Althainia. A
battalion of Calvary and a handful of knights had arrived this morning and
were discussing their orders with Kalaman. The smell of a freshly killed
cow took over even the awful stench of Dolund'ir as many men enjoyed what
could very well be their last meal. Kalaman thought to himself," If this is
our last meal, at least it will be one of fresh meat and not anything dried.
That food is for Rangers."
The smell of freshly griled steak carried over to Florellia, which awoke
her. She stood, still very exhausted and tried to open her eyes. She stood
in complete shock. "The dragon, its gone!" And then it hit her. Florellia
ran towards Kalaman screaming and throwing her hands and cursing. "You
animals! You ate the Dragon" Many soldiers faces turned sour as the spit
out the chewed up meat in their mouths. A couple of Dwarven soldiers shook
their heads, a few muttering that Dragon meat was not half bad. Kalaman
laughed heartedly. "This is cow!" He blared trying to talk in mud laugh.
Suddenly, a great gust of wind blew Florellia's hair back and the Brass
Dragon landed before her. "Where is it? " asked Paziameira, blinking
innocently. Florellia blushed a deep red and muttered something about a
long night.
The Althainian force had amored up and prepared for another long day of
battle. As it had the days before, the catapult began launching boulders
(some supplied by Jormunganders lightning blast) at the Goblin city.
Jerluk readied hie troops. The goblins numbers had dwindled, but 2 units of
infantry had been gathered from their reserves and a handful of knights had
formed. Grozz and Brudon received their orders and left to their units.
Gaira eyed the Calvary outside the city and gathered his pikemen, ready to
take out the riders. He grinned as he thought to himself what a hero in
also killing the horses would make him. The meat would be well met. Cetjem
rounded his knights and prepared for battle.
Back in his throne room, Tarion could do nothing but ache. Every breath he
took and every word he muttered lit the back of his head on fire he thought.
He was comforted by his blurred visision since most unit now seemed twice as
big.
(Continued in part 2)
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Oct 30 23:53:42 2000
To Althainia Dolund'ir all
Subject The Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 4) (part 2)
The gates flew open and the Dolund'ir army ran out, screaming their war
cries. They met the Althainians and swords clashed as maces crunched bones
and the pounding of horse hooves shook the ground. Gaira's polearm removed
Kheldan from his mount with a sudden and forceful direct hit to his
chestplate. Kheldan laid on the ground, his air escaping his lungs. The
white Minotaur tried to make his way to his feet before taking another hit
to his now damaged chest plate. Gaira stood above with his polearm raised
and began its decent to Kheldans skull. Xiervanthian swooped above Gaira
unleashing a cone of perilously cold air. Gaira's hands blisted in the
extreme cold and he dropped his weapon. It took only moments before the
cramping burning pain in his hands set in.
Xiervanthian landed and struck a blow at a few infantrymen, killing them
instantly. Cetjam and his knights rode full speed with lances lowered and
delivered a frightful blow to Xiervanthian's stomache and chest. The great
silver dragon roared in pain taking a rider to his death with a quick tail
smash that crushed the riders spine.
Wiervian slashed his sword into a goblin gut, the stench bringing tears to
Wiervian's eyes as it had the days before. He slashed another goblin
twirling around and catching a passing Goblin knight off guard removing its
hand from its arm. Wiervian thought to himself "Shall I live, I will bury
this stinking sword 200 feet under the earth." Armathor caught a blade to
his right shoulder, blood spilling over his armor. The blade stuck, backing
him into a tree. Having no other choice but to bearthe pain and strike
back, Armathor lunged at the attacking goblin impaling his sword into its
neck. The lunge had caused the sword to drive into his shoulder deeper.
Armathor knew he was done, and he laid still and watched the rest of the
battle, hoping he would live to see the end. The mage Cormion unleashed a
lightning bolt into a group of militia, who quickly fled this battle. Tawni
led his Althianian Knights into the group of Dolund'ir pikemen, and a
visious battle ensued which was quickly interupted by a now involved Brass
Dragon flying above. Paziameira unleashed a dreadful wave of heat into the
rear of the pikemen formation, melting much of their armor to their skin.
An injured blue dragon removed himself from the cave that had entrapped him
for more than day. His leg was visable broken, and his scaled were mauled
and torn. Every breath Jormungander took sounded like a light shrill. He
knew already that at least one lung was punctered. His leathery wings were
intact, although a bit charred. Jormungander weakly looked toward the
battle. This was not going well but he knew there was little he could do.
With a weak and painful leap into the air, Jormungander leaped into the air
and flew into the horizon.
The remainder of the battle turned one sided. The pair of Great Wyrms and
the Althainian army had defeated the force of Dolund'ir and had marched
directly into the home city of the goblins. For this race to survive, a
treaty must be formed. Tarion would have one last difficult choice to make.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Dec 1 22:17:28 2000
To all Balifore Marauders
Subject The Liberation of Balifore
It was a clear and cool night. The lack of humidity in the night air was
refreshing to the travlers of this ship. Aboard a large ship were many
soldiers of both Kender and Dark Elven race. Most of of the Dark Elves were
quite young, some too immature to know the danger they were about to place
themselves in. The elves were dressed in long green hooded robes with study
well crafted long bows draped across their backs. The kender on board
shared tales of their adventures while some played games of dice and bones.
They were armed with hoopaks, whippiks, swords and light clubs. As the ship
neared the light sanded beach near their home city of Balifore, the mood
grew almost serious and the Kender made no sound.
Canoes carried this army to the beach where they snuck silently into the
thick forest near their homeland and prepared to surprise those who had kept
them under their control for so long.
Tamrinith walked into the Kender city to scout the Marauder troops stationed
there only to find them removing Balifores stash of food and supplies. An
overweight Sergeant of the Marauder army was yelling orders while eating a
chicken leg.
"What we can't carry, we burn! Solestri said we are to starve these
creatures out!"
Tamrinith walked directly in front of the ordering Sergeant and drew his
attention.
"What do YOU want?" The Sergeant blared being obviously more angered by
Tamrinith's intrusion.
"Not much sir. I was just curious why you were removing our food? I mean,
if most of your soldiers are as fat as you are, we should be stealing your
food." Tamrinith smiled innocently at the Sergeant only to get a glare in
return. Tamrinith's eyebrows squinched as he began to speak again. "In
fact, the last time I saw somehting as fat as you, it moo'd at me. Your so
fat, I bet if you go to war and get cut that hog grease comes out of you.
Your so fat, I bet you sometimes stare at other people and wonder how they
taste. Your so fat, I bet your nickname is DAMN. Your so fat, I bet women
have to roll over twice to get off of you. You are SO fat you have to roll
down your pants to get into your pockets!"
The Sergeant put down his chicken and picked up his sword. "Another word,
kender, and I'll be finidng out how YOU taste!"
Tamrinith grinned. He knew that he had him right where he wanted him. "So
I guess I should not mention that you are so fat you fell in love and broke
it. Or that you are so fat the Gods could not light the Planet until you
moved. You are SO fat you wake up in sections! You are so fat that when
you jump in the air, you get stuck! You are so fat animals at the zo feed
you! You are SOO fat that when you lay on the beach, the elves try to roll
you back into the ocean! You are SOO fat..."
The Sergeant screamed a warcry that shook the camp and charged at the kender
swinging his sword 2-3 swings per second. Tamrinith duck and skipped and
parried with grace and style. The sergeant quickly ran out of energy and
collapsed onto the ground, his face red and his gasping for every breath
like it was his last. He placed his hands over his heart while making a
sound similar to "WEUUUUUUGGGGGHHH, WEUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!" This sound caught
the interest of most nearby kender as they all stood over the Sergeant
pointing and smiling obviously very excited to see what would happen next.
Several Marauder soldiers ran to the Sergeants aid. <> Arrows
burrowed themselves into the chests and neck of the approching marauder
soldiers. Dark Elves hidden in the brush that outlines the city loaded and
reloaded hitting their targets with an accuracy that only elves could
display. A Marauder Corporal ordered the unit of infantry to advance into
the woods. The remaining soldiers that did not receive fatal blows from the
archers either had to deal with the kender army that appeared from the
woods, the citizens of Balifore that had picked up arms or the Animated
Hoopak that the Dark Elf Enchantor Calinde has created and sent after the
soldiers. The battle did not last long. The lone survivor was the
overweight Sergeant, who had regained his breath, but not his strength.
Tresletop looked down a the Sergeant curiously. "Well, you didn't explode
like I bet you would. Tell you what, if you make yourself make those
WEUUUUUUGGGGGHHH sounds again, and if you do blow up, I'll share my winings
with you. Please?"
The Sergeant's face tuend red again in anger but was interupted by the King
of Balifores presense. Tonious spoke. "Soldier, thankyou for what you've
done for us. I'm sorry that this was the only way things could be resolved.
We are declaring ourselfs as free from under your reign. Go home and ask
your people never to bother us again."
The sergeant was given a horse (yes a stout one) and was helped by many
kender upon it and rode off. Balifore celebrated into the night.
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Feb 28 20:49:03 2001
To all
Subject The Decision
"Minister Rupert? You requested me?"
Riakenis was in his early 20s with extremely pale skin and a very noticeable
limp. The limp had prevented him from entering military service in Nordmaar
where he now ran the cities local news postings. Not being in the military
in Nordmaar meant he had much less of a standing among his people. Riakenis
wasnt by any means shy, but he was very timid and cowardly and for good
reason. He was skin and bones and could probably be beaten senseless by
women 40 years older.
"Aye, ah called yae 50 damned minutes ago! Whute yae bae doing? Shagging
sume mutt yae found at the Black Rose?" Rupert replied.
Rupert was a stout bald headed man well into his 70s. He sports a white
goatee and wore an eye patch over his left eye. Rumor has it that no man
has EVER seen him smile. He has also been Nordmaars minister of defense for
as long as anyone could remember.
"No sir, I wouldnt.."
"Shutup lad, it was a joke! I swear to Cliath thute ahve near found ah lad
more dense than yae!"
Riakenis blushed and said nothing else.
"Ah called yae here because there bae ah announcement thute wae bae most
interested in happening in Althainia tomorrow. Yae need ta bae there for
it. Tha Baron Randorf bae announcing if thute mutt champion bae stayen in
thae Gladiator League. Since Arcana bae tha number one contender, wae need
ta knuwe!" Rupert shouted with a frown.
"Minister, how do you expect me to be there by tomor.." Riakenis said
before being cut off.
"Find someone with tha magic, use ah portal if yae need to, juss gaet there
and then gaet buke to us! No excuses!!"
The next day at an office in the Algoron Gladiator League, Althainia.
The Baron wore expensive silk clothing and plenty of gold jewelry. He made
sure everyone knew he had more money than entire kingdoms and wasnt shy
about it. He had long red hair and a long traditional dwarven red beard.
Members of several kingdoms news organizations surrounded a table while
artists sketched the scenes before them. The Baron began to speak.
"Greetins and welcome to tha Algoron Gladiator League Coliseum. As many of
yae knuwe, I have recently outlawed the participation of Gladiators who
possess the powers of tha Manatonics and the curse of the Vampires. This
left mae with a dilima. Our own champion, Maxx from tha Slayers, removed
Deykans head in their last title defense thus taking his manatonic powers
frume him for himself. We have given Maxx the decesion ta stay as champion
if hes willing ta lose his new found powers, or hae cune leave penalty free
with his powers if he wishes, with all rights an privledges a champion
deserves. And, well ahll let the Champion make his announcement himself."
Randorf motioned towards a couple of servants who then opened a double door.
A Yinn with pitch black fur walked into the room. He stood over 7 feet tall
and wore armor that matches his fur color. The only real distinction one
could make out was several scars that stretched across his face.
Maxx stood proudly before the news people and Randorf a moment before saying
a word. He took special notice of Riakenis, who stood before him in awe.
It was no secret to anyone in the world that Nordmaar and the Yinn of Daetok
have been through a grueling and bloody war for many years now. Riakenis
wished to himself that he would have wore something that concealed his kilt
and tartaned shoulder wrap that showed the world he was from the Wallace
clan of Nordmaar.
Maxx begin to speak. "I was offered a choice. Have these new powers
removed and leave with full honor or have them removed and stay as champion.
I never intended to join the AGL, much less become its first champion.
Someone pissed me off and I went to the Arena to poke my dagger in him.
Since then, I have taken pride in my accomplishments there. However, I won
the championship without these powers. I defended the championship without
them as well. They have helped me in my war against dragonkind however, and
the demons and winged feigns of the world. Never the less, I have come to a
decision."
"I want all of you to look at me closely. I am NO coward. I will fulfill
my obligation as champion without these cursed powers. So you tell your
people and the other gladiators two words for me. Bring it. If I die as
champion, let it be said that I ran from no man. Randorf is always asking
me who do you want next? And my answer is ALWAYS the same. It doesnt
matter. Bring one, bring them all, whoever shows up will get my daggers up
their arse!"
Randorf smiled. Something told him this was great press. Smiling, Randorf
turned toward the news representatives. "You may ask a few questions if you
like."
A tall dark man with an Arabic rag over his head raised his hand.
"You there, frume New Thalos ah presume." Randorf said.
"Yes, Maxx, rumor has it that your next fight will be against the undefeated
Nordmaarian Arcane. Do you have any hard feelings towards simply because he
is from Nordmaar?"
Maxx looked the New Thalos man with contempt.
"Yes, indeed I do. Their people are cowards. Hes already been running from
me. He doesnt want to face me. Randorf should lock his arse up now as his
slave. But thats no surprise. These are the same people that killed
innocent people and burned Daetok settlements. This means women, children
and the elderly. They have no honor and should be treated as such."
Maxx turned towards Riakenis. "You make sure you relay that for me."
Another man raised his hand and spoke after the nod from Randorf.
"Any predictions on the outcome of your next fight?"
"I predict my dagger will need to be cleaned afterwards. Dont ask me
stupid-ass questions like that. It really pisses me off."
Another man spoke. "Maxx, you have spared both gladiators from permanent
death that you have defeated so far. Why, and do you intend to change this
trend in the future?"
"If they bring it and show me that they are not cowards, I will continue to
spare them. Both Troen and Deykan faced me like men and gave me great
challenges. My respect will go out to any warrior who does the same. But
if I get some whiney arsed freak who begs for mercy and hides during the
match, they will die that day and I will hang their pathetic embalmed
corpses above my fireplace." Maxx replied.
Riakenis timidly raised his hand. Randorf expression changed to one of
worry as he nodded at the young Nordmaarian.
"Yes, mister Maxx. I just wanted to correct your misunderstanding of that
Yinn settlement attack. It was actually a Daetok staging ground for future
land invasions against Nordmaar. There were supply buildings there with
weapons for hundreds of soldiers to use against us and Daetok shielded those
buildings with the lives of women of children. How do you respond to that
information?"
Maxx made one swift move that ended before anyone had a chance to respond.
A black furred arm moved with such speed, it was all a blur. A loud pop was
heard and Riakenis dropped to the ground. Maxx had knocked Riakenis out
cold. Maxx then yelled. "Any other questions?"
No one said a word.
Randorf ushered everyone out of the room and thanked them for coming while
doing his best to play down the incident.
You cant attack the reporters! Randorf blared.
Maxx said only three words. Get me Arcana.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Apr 6 23:13:41 2001
To all
Subject AGL Championship Match, Saturday Night at 10pm Central time. (April 7th)
"This press conference is hereby started."
The Baron spoke loudly carrying his voice all over this back office located
within the AGL Coliseum. The room had at the center of attention a long
wooden table. On each end stood the AGL's next main event, Maxx the
Champion and Queylin the #2 Contender to the Championship.
Maxx was a 7 foot tall pure black furred Yinn and was the AGL's first and
(so far) only champion. His armor matched his fur in color and it was easy
to see why this assassin consistently caught his opponents off guard. He
had defended his title two times in seemingly easy victories and had always
spared his opponents, even the Nordmarian of which he hated. Some would say
it was a sign of weakness, Maxx would tell you he got more pleasure sending
the Nordmarian home a shamed and defeated opponent. Maxx was a proud Yinn
and had served as a good champion. He had earned respect and admiration
from the AGL fans, but his pride and especially his free spirited mouth had
brought him many enemies.
Queylin, a mountain dwarf, stood 5 and feet tall and was thicker around than
the Yinn. His kinky long dark blonde hair laid behind his metal helmet
while two dwarven females stroked it with their fingers. A large cup full
of dwarven spirits sat before him as well as two bottles, one half empty.
Queylin led the Wargar clan which was considered the mightiest of the
Thaxanos kingdom. He sat behind this table taking large drinks from his
spirits. For a man whom faced potential death only one day from now, his
mood seemed extremely light.
"Tomorrow night here in Althainia, Ah have signed ah championship match
between Thane Queylin and tha Champion Maxx. We'll have several matches
before including a 3 on 1 pit dragon match and these events will bae
concluded by tha fight for the championship as its main event. One man will
either die or belong ta mae. One will be tha champion of the AGL. Now if
there is any questions?" Randorf was excited. There was something about
this match that animated his mood some.
A brown goblin raised his arm as many others in the room wished he would
reconsider due to the smell that leaked from its arm pits.
"Yes, you there from Shalonesti? What is your question?" Randorf had
pointed out a representative from the royal order of scribe from the
Shalonesti kingdom.
"Pardon baron, but I had not raised my hand yet." The elf responded.
"So, surely yae have a damned question!" Randorf responded.
"My apologies baron, but if it would please the room and I believe it will,
I would like to defer my question the goblin in the center. As long as his
lowers his arm." The elf responded with a less than pleasant look upon his
face.
Randorf rolled his eyes and nodded. "Very well, you the goblin, lower yur
arm and ask yur question before someone passes out!"
"Uhh. Who do you? Uhh. Wunt ta win mister baron?" The goblin asked with
a look a great pride for his most intelligent question.
"If I had to predict a winner based off what I have seen, I would say that
Maxx is the slight favorite." Randorf responded. Queylin spit out the
spirits that was half way down his throat, coughing a bit and looking at
Randorf with annoyance. "Bute if I had to choose tha winner, I say its
about time thute Dwarves took the championship and showed tha world how
mighty wae truly are."
"Way to stay unbiased, Baron." Maxx grumbled. "But it doesn't matter who
Randorf wants to win. All that matters is WHO wins. And I do not intend to
start losing to some mountain grown inbreeding dwarf anytime soon."
Queylin and Randorf both glared at Maxx. "And juss why is it yon think yur
so tough, there dog-face? Ah have eaten dogs bigger thune yae!" Queyling
laughed loud and heartedly after he spoke.
"And I bet you have slept with sheep even bigger than me too, you inbred
uneducated pig molester." Maxx returned.
Queylin smirked and responded. "RuffruffRUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF!!"
Followed by more laughter.
Maxx stood up and withdrew his blades. "Your words WILL be the death of
you, you midget cousin loving drunkard."
"Yae, well yur mother wasn't mae cousin" Queylin said and he stood.
"Your mother was a gully dwarf." Maxx said as he stepped towards Queylin.
"Men! Gladiators! Save it for tomorrow night!" The Baron interrupted.
"No point is shedding blood fur free."
Both men returned to their chairs. Now the mood was volatile. The elven
reported raised his arm and Randorf acknowledged him.
"Maxx, why do you think you can beat Queylin. Every knows that the
battlerager style is one of the most feared in the land."
"If you would do your research you would know that I have fought the
battlerager Golin in the Arena. Despite his best efforts, I defeated him
just as I will this drunkard." Maxx responded.
Queylin withdrew two weapons, one axe and one dagger. Both were lit on fire
as though the fire were bound to the weapons. "Yeah dog-face, you did beat
Golin. Bute he didn't have weapons such as these. Say hello to my little
friends, this bae Juxx and Kxixep and they bae looking forward ta making yur
aquaintance."
Maxx's expression changed instantly. His eyes grew wide and his smirk of
arrogance disappeared. And even more surprisingly, he said nothing.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Apr 7 23:49:34 2001
To all
Subject You see something in the sky.
Worldwide speculation consumed the gossip corners of every bar and tavern
around Algoron. This was truly an odd occurrence and it was the hot topic
of the world. Celebrated anticipation filled some religious groups
activities due to this "sign" and others prepared to embrace death as this
could only mean inevitable mass destruction and death. Scholars presented
academic logical explanations of the worlds new wonder and those with darker
souls predicted the coming of Necrucifers mortal son.
A new star was in the sky, and it shined brighter than any other. Even in
the daytime it could be seen quite brightly and only hid when one of the 3
moons passed in front of it. Something was there, but it was anyone's guess
as to what.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Apr 24 01:18:25 2001
To all
Subject Arkane attempts to Liberate from Marauder Control (part 1)
The mood was tense. Everyone understood the hell that would follow their
landing onto Arkanian shores. Mayor Rhyanna Silverwolfe had made it
understood that the Arkanian citizens were to reclaim their homeland from
the tyranny of the Marauders. Now was the time for thier hidden armies to
emerge in the most sacred of quests for the Arkanian people. Arkane had
been under Marauder control for as long as anyone could remember. The
legendary Highlord Hammurabi had conquered it in a brutal war which almost
left Arkane in peices, a war in which Arkane almost never recovered from.
Pyxis Wierwind was in charge of this Great Galley. It carried a couple of
hundred soldiers, most of them young, scared and ill with sea sickness. He
was human in his mid 50's with warm blue eyes and a comforting smile.
Handsome by most standards, he had a youtful vigor about him that made him
appear to be half his age. Pyxis plotted the course with care and did all
he could to keep the Arkanian soldiers feeling confident and in high
spirits.
His first officer was Morin, a seasoned human mariner who had spents years
at sea without setting a foot on dry land. He had a pained look about him.
Many speculated it was from being the sole survivor of a former ship wreck
in which he lost 25 sailors to the great ocean. Morins efforts to keep the
ship sailing was invaluable to everyone on board.
"I estimate we'll arrive by land in 40 minutes, Mayor" Morin said matter of
factly to Mayor Rhyanna. Rhyanna nodded silently with an obvious look of
concern of events to come. Pyxis leaned towards her.
"Rhyanna, act like I said something midly funny. Your look is worrying the
troops. And they look up to you." Pyxis said with a warm smile.
Rhyanna brushed back her curly red hair and smiled brightly at Pyxis. An
act that seemed to instantly relieve everyone.
Pyxis returned the smile before a commotion began.
A sailor perched high in the Great Galley's crows nest began to shout.
"There's a ship ahead, due east! A Ship.."
Morin yelled back, suddenly angered. "Quiet down! That could be a Marauder
vessel!" Morin lept to the ladder leading up to the crows nest for a look
os his own. "By the Gods, NO!!!" Morin said and he slid back down towards
Pyxis and Rhyanna. "Thats a Marauder Light Cruiser ahead! We need to steer
clear before it spots us."
"GO!" Pyxis said and rushed over to the troops. Morin steered the ship in
an attempt to avoid detection from the Marauder ship.
"Arm the cannons, be silent and await my command!" Shouted Pyxis at the
cast of sailors.
The Great Galley slowly turned northward passing out of sight and range of
the Marauder ship. Their seemingly good luck turned bad as they ran into
the thick fog that accompanied the colder waters of the north.
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"I expect the loot to be loaded in half of this amount of time! Let's quit
messing around!" Ordered a brown Yinn wearing the rank of Lieutenant.
Siemowit was part of the Blade battalion and was on board this Marauder
light cruiser getting his latest loot shipped back to headquarters. A
strong and proud Yinn, Siemowit was a good leader, his only flaw being that
he was sometimes quick to cut comeone's throat, a skill mastered by this
assassin. Siemowit's crew suddenly stood at attention. Siemowit seemed
irritated and turned around to see what "royalty" had ruined his loading
drills.
Douji Darksun, Admiral of the Marauder Fleet stood before him with a calm
and calculating smirk. Siemowit gave a quick salute which Douji returned
and went back about his business.
Douji Darksun was inspecting almost every sailor and every item on board
this ship as per his monthly inspections. Douji took a lot of pride is
molding the Marauder fleet into one of the world finest. Douji was known as
cold and calculating, normally saying very little. Like many great
officers, he understand that you could learn more by saying little and
instead listening. A human who crusaded for Turpa, he loved the sea and all
of the different issues associated to commanding a ship and a fleet.
A young out of breath sailor approached the Admiral.
"Sir! We have a ship headed due east right in our direction. I can't be
sure, but I think there are soldiers on board with what looks like Arkane
uniforms!"
Ouji nodded showing almost no emotion.
"Make your way calmly and slowly below, and instruct all personel to arm the
cannons and prepare for combat."
The sailor saluted and ran below deck.
Douji made his way to the mahogany wheel. Pulling out his spy glass he
stared a moment and then smiled as though pleased.
"It's turning north. Allow it to pass us."
The navigator replied "But sir that could be Arkane tr...."
A suttle look from Douji silenced the navigator and the Great Galley turned
north and headed out of site.
Douji prepared his next orders.
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"I think we got lucky. They didn't appear to have seen us." Ryhanna
stated.
Pyxis sighed in releif. "I am going to post double the lookouts."
A loud shattering <> disrupted his order. A blast had hit the star
side of the boat, shattering a small part of the gallies side.
Through the fog the Marauder Light Cruiser visualized from the Arkanian
ships eastern cannons.
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Cannons erupted from all of the Marauders ships 10 cannons. Splashes of
water from cannon fire rose above the ship like great waves. From below,
Pyxis could hear Morin shouting. "Pyxis, we are hit bad and taking in
water!"
(To Be Continued Tomorrow, NO RP past this point SHOULD occur until then)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Apr 24 21:43:27 2001
To all
Subject Arkane attempts to Liberate from Marauder Control (part 2)
Water gushed into a lower deck of the Arkanian great Galley. Already
fire dust had been soiled and ruined due to the marauder blast that directly
hit the starboard side of the ship.
Morin ran above deck. "Water is rushing in, I'm sure we'll stay afloat if
that is the only hole we have. But their light cruiser is already much
faster than us, they have us outgunned and the holes will slow our speed
down even more. Basically, we are screwed."
Rhyanna and Pyxis both nodded.
"Our only chance here is to make it shore. Full speed southeast." Pyxis
commanded. "Order all cannons to return fire. Maybe it will help slow them
down. Have one cannon dedicated to hitting them above deck. If we can
knock out their wheel, we can at least steer away from them."
"I'll order all archers to fire flaming arrows at them. Perhaps we can slow
them down more if they have to put out some fires as well. Maybe we'll get
lucky and burn down a sail as well." Rhyanna added.
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Siemowit approached Douji above deck. "What's going on?" Siemowit asked
Douji.
"We have intercepted an Arkanian Galley stocked full of Soldiers. I beleive
its an invasion force. If we can sink them here, you land lovers will never
have to soil your blades." Douji said without emotion.
Siemowit seemed disapointed at the remark. "Soiling a blade isn't such a
bad thing" he said.
Douji smirked and walked back to the wheel, putting his attention back to to
battle at hand.
As Siemowit turned to walk away, the Yinn was struck by a flaming arrow. In
a blink's time, his fur burst into flame. Siemowit screamed with pain.
Somehow keeping his wits about him, Siemowit dove off the edge of the ship
into the ocean. With the flames extinguished, he swam back up to air.
"Damnit, throw me a rope!" He screamed.
The only thing that was headed to Siemowit was not a rope. It was black and
round and made of steel. An Arkane cannonball. By sheer luck, or unluck by
Siemowits standards, the cannonball hit Siemowit directly. With a quick
splatter, this Marauder Lieutenant lived no more.
The returned fire and the flaming arrows did indeed slow down the Marauder
light cruiser, but not enough to stop their ruthless attack. For the next
15 minutes, the Arkanian ship took fire and returned as much as they could.
By the time land was visible, they had already begun to sink.
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Everyone abandon ship!! Jump overboard and swim your way to land!! We will
regroup there!" Pyxis ordered.
Soldiers by the dozens poured overboard. Knights stripped off their armor
so to avoid drowning. Many jumped off losing their weapons inthe process.
It was then Rhyanna realized that even if her army made it to shore, many
would be weaponless and weakened. The Marauder vessel had crippled them
drastically.
A large group of soldiers crowded to the edge of the boat preparing to jump
when cannonfire hit them directly. Bodies and parts of bodies blew into the
air. Blood thinned by sea water covered many of those left on the ship,
including Mayor Ryhanna. Shell shocked, she stared at the scene around her.
Then she realized that the noise had stopped. "Have they stopped firering?"
She thought to herself. But the scenes of battle continued but with no
noise. Rhyanna had lost her hearing. In a panic she searched for Pyxis.
"He was standing RIGHT with me" she thought. His bladed scimitar covered
with strange coral design was on deck, but not him. She grabbed his sword
and lept overboard into the water.
Reaching shore she saw her forces in the woods ahead seeking cover from the
continuing bombardment of cannonfire. Dragging the sword with her she saw
Morin. Pleased she smiled. His returned look was anything but comforting.
His mouth moved, but no sound came out. She could not make out anything he
said. Frustrated, she yelled.
"Where is Pyxis? He'll want his sword, where is he? I can't hear
ANYTHING!"
Morin only shrugged. Pyxis had not returned.
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Douji smiled at the sight of the Arkanian Great Galley sinking.
"Victory. Stop the bombardment of land. We can not reach them if they made
it to woods. I am sure reports of cannonsfire this close to land has
alerted headquarters, but if not we'll make our way back."
Douji again grinned evilly. Another victory under his belt.
"Where is Siemowit?" He asked.
(end battle of day 1)
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed May 2 23:03:29 2001
To all
Subject The Arkanian Struggle Continues
It has been 13 long months since I have had the privledge to return to
Algoron to chronical the events of Mortal and Dragon. The days grow more
interesting now than I could ever remember them before. Raije would be most
pleased with the events that are to occur today. Unless something powerful
changed today's path as happens so many times. Especially with Malachive
walking the lands. It will be soon that he knows the truth about himself
and then my job becomes even more busy, yet more interesting too.
As I flew over Arkane I focussed on a large Minotaur gathering civilians to
reclaim their city from the hands of the Marauders. As interesting as that
was, it was not today's assignment. Today, the ocean was calling.
Just as I passed Arkane's western wall, one event of notice occured. One if
you do not count the Ogre shouting "A balanx, a balanx, look!" Before
shooting a quiver full of arrows at me. It seems a rather large force of
Marauders were heading away fromthe city northwest. They were looking for
the crippled Arkanian troops no doubt.
As I reachedmy destination over Roully Bab Binb, there sat the victorius
Marauder light cruiser, commanded by Admiral Douji. They were sent back to
this very spot of the Arkanian Great Galley's sinking to search for
something to salvage. They will have no luck.
The crew has suddenly took their battle stations. Ah, there they are.
Three Heavy Cruisers from Balifore have aproached firering their cannons.
Another war. Yes Raije, I can feel your pleasure. These 3 balifore heavy
Cruisers are commanded by Dupla, a Tinker Gnome, Quillath and Faldyr
Fortunefinder, two kender. Douji has instructed his ship to seek an escape
course while slowing the heavy cruisers with return fire. Alas, his tactic
was failed as he has taken 3 damaging direct hits. Quillath has pulled her
ship up next to the Marauder vessel and seems to dumping crates of fire dust
upon it. The Marauder upper deck is slimy manned due to the already harsh
blows. I see now, they are moving away and intend to ignight... Oh! Dupla
fired too soon, the Marauder ship is in peices but Quillath's ship has taken
grave damage too. Douji didn't look very content as he used that teleport
spell to avoid being kept prisoner. It looks like this battle has belonged
to Balifore. I will move on to my next assignment now.
(Two Hours Later)
There they are. The Marauder patrol. I sense they will find their target.
What is minutes to me must seem like an eternity to them, especially at
times such as these.
Hmm, I must have wondered off in thought. The battle is already over.
Raije will not be pleased. I focus back in time and record the events.
Grokh's Marauder Calvary spotted the Arkanian army. There was one unit or
Archers led by Morin, and an infantry unitled by Remus. The Arkanian
archers open fired upon the Marauders, but the attack was unsuccessful due
to the density of the forest. Remus and his infantry were quickly defeated
by Captain Chroak army. The Marauders were by far superior in this battle
bringing aboutvarious types of troops and outnumbering the Arkanians
greatly.
Deaths of note: Morin was killed when his head was crushed under the blow of
the Marauder macemen leader, Executioner Zaratal. Remus was stuck by a
crossbowmen's arrow in the shoulder and narrowly escaped with 2 of his
infantry soldiers.
This battle could not have been more one sided. The Marauders suffered no
major injuries or deaths to any of its officers and only a few of their
soldiers perished. They must be pleased.
Today's event were pleasing to watch. Perhaps not for those who do not
understand the ways of Raije, but I found today most peasurable. If only
these armies ony knew what awaits them soon. By then, I shall be most busy.
-Balanx of Raije.
(OOC: Sorry for the quick matter of fact type history, I didn't have much
time and didn't want to keep everyone waiting. Regardless, this concludes
ALL events of day two. I will be looking for events from day 3 Friday
evening)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue May 15 00:25:57 2001
To all
Subject A Spy is Punished.
Teilk paced back and forth inside this small stone cell. From the wall
stood Andinyre chained and bloody. Andinyre was a skinny sea elf with short
hair and pretty much ordinary looking. The Marauders had caught him and
charged with spying. Teilk was not amused. "Again. Who sent you?" Teilk
asked in a calm collective voice.
"Sent me? No one sent me! I was jut sminding my own business when.."
Andinyre's sentence was cut short by a sudden backhand from a large Minotaur
known as Palleon.
Blood dripped from Andinyre's mouth to the floor. The Minotaur grinned and
glanced at Teilk for permission to strike again. Teilk nodded. Palleon
closed his first and struck Andinyre hard in the center of his face. You
could hear the crack of Andinyre's nose breaking from the next cell.
Andinyre screamed in agony before giving in to the pain and blacking out.
Palleon seemed disapointed at Andinyre's low tolerance for pain. Teilk had
to remind him that pounding on his head would do nothing to help wake him
back up.
A cold splash of water woke Andinyre up. The blazing pain shot through his
head like an arrow through its target. Andinyre looked up to see two blurry
figures before him.
Teilk grabbed Andinyre by the back of his hair and pulled his face up as to
make eye contact. I do not of a joking nature. "When I give you my word, I
keep it. You will tell me all you know or Palleon is going to beat you with
a wooden blub until your head cracks atthe bone, and your brains spill onto
this floor. He's done it before. It's not a pleasant way to die, I assure
you. So again and for the last time, who sent you?"
Andinyre stared blankly at the wall for a moment. "Do what you must."
Teilk nodded at Palleon.
Palleon picked up a medium sized wooden club. It was thick and short, much
like a hammer's handle.
Andinyre closed his eyes and prayed.
Palleon beat Andinyre all over his head and face repeatedly, beating him far
beyond death. Teilk kept his word. Andinyre kept nothing from within his
head.
Suddenly, a Marauder guard burst through the door.
"Highlord Teilk!!! " he said as he gasped for air. "An army is approaching
the south gate and it is quite large. Arkananians, Baliforians, New Thalos
troops, the Althainian army..." Again he gasped for air. "They have come
for Arkane my lord."
(ooc: Day 4 history comes tomorrow)
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon May 21 00:44:48 2001
To all
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders)
The sun above Arkane that warmed the metal armor of the Coalition troops
was comfortable compared to the humidity that smothered Southern Arkane.
Many knights removed armor until they got closer to the city. Even the New
Thalos Knights complained, not of the heat, but how the stuffiness made them
sweat through their cloths.
The army was large, and considering that it was composed of 4 kingdoms only
made it more impressive that they moved quickly, orderly, and without
hesitations.
"All units halt and prepare for battle!" Vangar shouted. As commander and
future potential King of Arkane, Vangar had the burden of stress and
responsibility. Regardless, his face showed no worry, only strength.
The armies all re-equipped themselves, the only delay being a few units
looking for items the Balifore Archers found interest in.
On command they marched in formation towards the Arkanian Southern gate.
The Marauders guards sealed the gate and rang the alarm. From a distance,
the Coalition units could see the Marauder troops atop the Southern walls of
Arkane. All standing still, all waiting for their arrival.
The battle began with the coalition forces attempting to set up a Catapult
only to picked off by by marauder sharpshooters. To counter this tactic,
the Arkanian and Baliforian archers fired back only with less accuracy.
Eventually they were set up and began assaulting the gate with Boulders,
launching one in every 3 at surrounding wall to weaken the wall as well.
Walls made of lumbered trees were placed as a shield for the catapult team
provind them good protection.
Many hours later follwoing a direct hit on the gates edge, part of of it
fell.
"Battering Ram Team, form up!" Vangar yelled. An Arkanian unit of infantry
grabbed the battering ram with one arm while holding a shield with the
other. A massive Minotaur who led this unit seemed only midely annoyed when
a Marauder arrow caught his arm. Under a barrage of arrow fire, the ram
pounded on the damage gate.
Faelson, a half elven officer, leader of the New Thalos Knights looked into
the sky with sudden interest. "By the Gods.... Look at the clouds!"
The sky had suddenly turned dark and clouds of black rolled over the city.
Lightning shot through the sky at an amazing pace. The wind blew over the
Coalitions wood shields that protected the catapults. To make things even
worse, Dragon fear overtook the coalition troops and two Great Wyrm Reds
circled Arkane.
Getting over the initial fear of the dragons, the coalition forces went into
a defensive formation. The battering ram crew went back to work on the gate
eventually removing it from its place.
"Hahahaha! We have the gate removed!!!" Fraga shouted back to Vangar.
Just as he fininished, a large fireball from above consumed Fraga and most
of this unit. Constance stood from behind the gate with a wicked smile,
obviously very proud of her fireballs damage.
The mages victory was short lived. One of the Reds swooped down into the
gate.
<<>> Pyros' sides removed several feet of stone surrounding the gate
as he flew down hard into Constance. Constance was knocked back
unconscious. Pyros watched as the Marauder troops behind her stood in both
fear and confusion. A smile crossed the Great Wyrms face as he violently
thrust his great jaws down upon the motionless Constance snapping her body
in two peices. Pyros quickly feasted and then jumped back into the air and
and resumed flight among the other Great Wyrm Red.
The coalition troops wasted no time charging the gates wide opening. The
battle had started with all units engaging from the outside the South gate
into well within the city. The surge on the Marauders was working well.
The coalition had a red dragon to thank for that oddly enough.
(continued in next history note)
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon May 21 23:37:04 2001
To all
Subject The Battle of Arkane (Coalition vs Marauders part 2)
Inside the southern gate of Arkane war had erupted. Carefully planned
attacks and defenses were now null and void as new rules overuled the old.
The chaos of melee combat provided sights and sounds that men and women
belonging to these forces would never experiance again. The sound of bones
crunching, flesh being ripped apart and the screams of dying men would
forever haunt many warriors. The visions of severed limbs and mounds of
corpses would be in the nightmares of most for years to come, if they were
lucky enough to survive.
Admiral Douji had volunteered to lead a macemen unit for the Marauders.
Feeling embarrassed, he sought to reclaim his honor by fighting viciously in
battle. He certainly earned the respect of the men under him. Who knew a
sailor could fight on land with such skill and aggressivness. Douji never
seemed to tire.
Wiervian with lance down yelled a battle cry for the Coalition and charged
at Douji. Douji stood calmly waiting for the mounted leader of calvary to
approach and with one swift move he ducked and rolled aside forcing Wiervian
to miss his charge. Wiervian turned his horse to charge once more on a new
target but he received a surprise as his mount turned. Douji had ran to the
mount and crushed the side of its head with a swift and powerful mace blow
to the side of its neck. The horse fell and Wiervian's leg was stuck under
it. Douji grinned and raised his mace high above head preparing to crush
Wiervian's skull. From nowhere the co-leader of this Althainian calvary
unit charged Douji. Denis made perfect contact to Douji's chest with his
lance knocking him several feet back. Douji had lost his mace in the blow
and had received a huge dent to his chest plate armor. The breath had been
removed from him and all things blurred in and out. Denis unsheathed his
sword and lept off his mount to strike Douji with a final deathblow. Denis'
sword came stright down at Douji's heart but missed due to an instinctive
reaction by Douji. The blade pierced Douji's left shoulder. Denis
violently pulled the blade out and prepared for another strike. Another
miss of the heart but again the blade peirced Douji's right shoulder. Denis
changed position and swung his blade down in a chopping motion as to remove
Douji of his head. His chop was cut short by a flying tackle by Klintauk.
The force of this blow made both men drop their weapons.
This hand to hand combat was no contest. Klintauk being a Minotaur had a
clear advantage over Denis the human. Within minutes, Klintauk had left
Denis bruised, beaten, and unconscious while he went back for his weapon so
that he could continue fighting.
The coalitions forced gained the upper hand after a half hour of continious
battle. Almost all of their forces had moved within the city. The dark
clouds above moved with an uncanny fury. Something supernatural was above
and it seemed only the two great wyrm reds knew exactly what. Gliding in
circles the two reds sneered at each other, both wanting to outdo the other
but neither came down. It seemed as if they were waiting for a command.
Lighting struck in a violent ancient pattern and Sear swooped down. He
inhaled a great breath and shot fire from his mouth and nostrils. On the
ground a unit of Baliforian archers burned alive. Sear swooped low enough
to take 2 kender up into the air as if to show Pyros his prize. Upon
reaching a high enough altitude, Sear bit the heads off both kenders and
shot them then down to the ground ablaze with his fire. Two streaking
firery heads colided with Vangars mounts knocking the Arkanian commander
from his mount. Sear roared in delight as Pyros sneered. Swooping down
low, Pyros place a single finger over one nostril and blew a stream of fire
out the other. He had cut the last few Coalition forces out of Arkane. The
Dragons roared in delight.
The black clouds disperced with a sudden and magical effect and the two
dragons flew west towards the ocean and out of the battle.
(part 3 continued in next history)
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