Battle of Castle Doom

[Kildare]

This Battle is open to any number of RPers using medieval characters. You may join at any time of the Battle. You can only join two sides, Basically Good and Evil. Post your bio before joining.

[Kildare]

Name: Lord Arthus Corenus "Vengeance"
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Race: Human - Danari
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Paladin
Sub-Class: Holy Avenger
Primary Combat Type: Melee
Rank/Title: Apocalypse Knight
Description: Wrapped in a red-trimmed white cloak bearing the picture of red knight, the official symbol of the Apocalypse Knights, Arthus stands a good 7 feet tall, with thick shoulders and well-built muscles. His eyes are a sparkling blue, and traces of white lined his hair and beard as a mark of his aged wisdom.
Background: Arthus Corenus was born in the human town of Conscience, the kingdom of Azeria, on the year 3689, exactly 50 years before the fall of Agrimar, the last Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Kingdom of Azeria had been safe from the terrible destruction caused by the Horsemen due to their location in the utmost east, far from the reach of the undead or the demons. Therefore the towns and cities of Azeria had not known the chaos which bestruck their bethren nations to the west. This persisted until the year 3695, when hordes of undead swept through the lands of Azeria from the seas through their horrible Dark Corsairs, destroying everything in it's path. The town of Conscience was razed to the ground, but the young Arthus, then 6, was carried away to safety by a close relative when his parents were slaughtered by a group of gargoyles that swept in suddenly into their home before they managed to escape. Arthus was then brought to the refuge city of Hope, where he grew up in the horrible memory of the death of his parents, ever fueling his thirst for vengeance against the abominations that murdered them. Exactly 6 years later, he was recruited into the then newly formed Apocalypse Knights, where the new recruits would be given special training by the fabled Dragon Knights of Eternia and the mages of Tetra. The result was a new order of elite mageknights trained with almost every weaponry and spellwork known to the elves and men. The success of the Apocalypse Knights was proven when a band of Apocalypse Knights raided into a demon stronghold in the mountains of Karach, slaying all they had found there with minimal casualties, although they were vastly outnumbered. News of the success of the Apocalypse Knights soon spread throughout the world, giving the tattered remnants of the surviving nations new hope in the battle against evil. The ultimate victory came when the combined might of the Apocalypse Knights and the Druids of Fangaar finally overthrew the last Horseman, Agrimar, in the Battle of Emancipation on the year 3739, ending at last the terrible age of Apocalypse.

Equipment:

Armaggedon's Blade - The fabled Armaggedon's Blade was once rumored to have the power to destroy the universe - and the very core of existence. Forged by the archangel Arkhael, Angel of War, it was meant to be used as the means of the destruction of mankind - the ultimate punishment for man's sin. However, it was stolen by the nimble and outcast imp, Nix, and was hidden in the mountains of Karach - a hideout for outcast demons - for many years. It was only during an assault by the Apocalypse Knights was the Blade recovered. Unfortunately, the majority of the Blade's divine powers had been lost, sapped by the demonic mana leeches in Karach. The blade looks like any other normal four-foot longsword, except that the blade lets off a soft aura of blue fire whenever it is brought into the presence of evil creatures.

Shield of War - The Shield of War was forged in fiery heat of the fire mountains of Vulcan by Abbadon, the dread Horseman of War, after his entry into the world during the Apocalypse age. The shield was able to defend against almost any attack, and at first the Horseman seemed invincible. He was later defeated by the Archangel Korael, using the legendary sword, Ragnarok, in the Battle of Misthaven. Since he could not be killed, Abbadon was then imprisoned in a magical black hole by the archmages of Tetra. The Shield of War's invincible powers died with him, but it still remains strong enough to defend against many physical and magical attacks. The red shield is forged in a diamond shape with the picture of a burning sword engraved on it's front.

Armor of Death - The fearsome Armor of Death was created by Ahriman, the terrifying Horseman of Death, the most powerful of the Four. Imbued with the power of the dread Dark Arts, the Armor of Death sends a wave of fear through the spines of those living who beheld it, either paralysing them or send them fleeing in terror. For those unfortunate enough to be caught in the armor's web of paralysis, there is no escape. The Armor then proceeds to suck out the lifeforce of those unfortunates, turning them into husks of dried and lifeless bodies. They are then reanimated into mindless zombies to serve their masters. Forunately, Ahriman was the first among the Four Horsemen to fall, betrayed by his own bethren, who thought him to be too powerful. They dismantled his body piece by piece and scattered it throughout the world, never to be found again. However, the Armor's power, like all the other dread artifacts, disappeared with their masters. However, the very sight of the armor itself still causes fear to even the most hardiest of warriors, indicating perhaps that some of it's dark powers remain intact, though man may no longer be able to tap it's powers. As black as night itself, the armor is terrible to behold, it's shoulder-blades mounted with the skulls of humans who died in excruciatingly painful torture. Two deep blood red ruby gems are sealed at the front of the armor, giving the impression of a pair of burning eyes gazing at those unfortunate enough to behold it.

Helm of Pestilence - Helm of Pestilence is truly a powerful and destructive artifact. Constructed by Artharax, the Horseman of Pestilence, the Helm was to be the instrument of plague and disease. The Helm enabled the wearer to send out waves of the worst plagues and diseases the world has ever known to anyone he may desire. Fully a quarter of the world's population perished as testimony to this artifacts destructive power. Artharax was later overthrown by the human Necromancers of Necryphia, and was imprisoned in the Realm of the Dead to wrestle with the spirits of the dead forever. The helmet is an open-faced helmet with no visor, but has two ogre horns and a human baby's skull - the size of an apple - forged onto the top.

Greaves of Famine - Although Agrimar may the weakest of all the Horsemen, his Greaves of Famine still remains as one of the most powerful artifacts in the world. Composed entirely of dead vegetation and strange bones, the Greaves of Famine causes the ground to churn and shake wherever the Greave touches. As the Greave passes, the contaminated ground would turn into a lifeless black, it's soil unable to produce life forever. Millions died of hunger through the power of the Greaves of Famine, until the combined might of the Apocalypse Knights and the Druids of Fangaar attacked the Horseman in his deathlike Citadel of Famine, imprisoning him forever in his own abode through magical elven seals. The last of the Horsemen, Agrimar's fall ended the terrible Apocalypse age on the year 3739.

Items: Healing Potions, 5 vials Holy Water, 3 stakes
Abilities/Spells:

Critical Strike - A well-aimed and powerful attack on a weak point of an enemies body, causing critical damage. Requires a tremendous amount of concentration and strength.

Whirlwind Attack - This ability allows the warrior to attack in such ferocious speed that the opponent is unable to defend from the series of strikes. However, the warrior is vulnerable to any other attack from the outside.

Meteor Strike(artifact ability) - The remnant powers of the Armaggedon's Blade allows the wielder to summon a meteor from the heavens to strike his desired targets.

Impenetrable Shield(artifact ability) - The Shield of War allows the wielder to create an impenetrable wall around his body, blocking anykind of physical attacks and minor magical attacks from the outside. However, the shield only lasts for a short period of time - up to 30 seconds. This ability can only be used thrice a day.

Doomgaze(artifact ability) - The power of the Armor of Death allows it's wearer to cast the spell "Doomgaze". Any living creature caught within the radius of the spell will be struck by a wave of fear and paralysis. Those successfully paralysed will be slowly drained of their lifeforce. Chances of success for this spell is 10% - a surprisingly low percentage, considering it's terrible history with the Horseman of Death.

Plaguewave - The Helm of Pestilence causes all those it beholds to suffer from a minor disease. The unfortunate victim will begin to feel nauseous - therefore losing his needed concentration - and he will slowly deteriorate, causing his body to rot in a painful manner. However, the effect of the Plaguewave can be deflected by a Reflection Spell(but cannot be dispelled if struck) and can be cured with the right antidote, if found. Also, the Plaguewave can be avoided as long as the intended target does not remain in eyecontact with the caster.

Famine's Wake - The Greaves of Famine causes the ground where it stands to turn black and lifeless. After a period of time(about a minute), the contaminated ground will then be able to produce poisonous fanged-plants at the wielder's command. However, the effect on the contaminated soil can be dispelled with a simple Remove Magic spell - or anything similar to it(The spell must be cast before the contaminated ground is able to produce it's offspring).

Learned Arts: Master Swordsmanship, Expert Chivalry, Expert Horsemanship, Advanced Meditation, Advanced Divine Magic, Advanced Fire Magic, Advanced Air Magic

[Kildare]

OOC: Sorry i had to triple-post. There isn't enough space for my bio or starting post.

BiC:

Drops of water drizzled down from the unusually dark clouds as a lone figure on a huge warhorse stood on top a hill overlooking a vast fortress that stood proudly on the plains below. Five black, sinister towers rose high from the dark castle into the sky, a greenish evil aura emanating from the central tower of the evil fortress. Here stood Castle Doom, it's high, thick walls challenging all who beheld it, daring them to assail it's inpregnable structure. None ever did - until now.

The lone figure atop the warhorse was dressed heavily in armor, though most of it were hidden within red-trimmed white cloak wrapped over his body. Secured tightly on the warrior's head was a face of nightmares - a dark, open faced helm as black as night itself, with two fearsome ogre horns mounted on it's top. However, what was truly horrifying was the skull of a human babe - locked in an expression of utter terror - sealed onto the center of the helmet. Though most were mercifully hidden within the terrible helm, none could miss the battle scars which lined the warrior's face, marking him as a veteren warrior not to be reckoned with. On the warrior's left arm, he held a red, diamond shaped shield bearing the symbol of a burning blade engraved on it's front.The fearsome warrior's cloak slid open only to reveal a dark armor as black as the warrior's helm, though the details could not be clearly seen, and a four-foot blade strapped at his side within a scabbard.

However, what was truly notable of this terrible warrior was the symbol of a red knight which could be seen on his cloak. The symbol of the legendary Apocalypse Knight. Trained in almost every art of combat and magic known to the world, the Apocalypse Knights were responsible for the fall of the dreaded Horsemen of the Apocalypse who had torn the world apart many years ago. But here stood no ordinary Apocalypse Knight, but rather one of great prominence. Here stood Lord Arthus Corenus, commander of the 38th Calvary of the Apocalypse Knight, ready to cleanse the world of another evil. And that evil resides within the dark walls of Castle Doom itself.

Lord Arthus Corenus drew his legendary sword, Armaggedon's Blade, and raised it high up in the air. The fabled sword flared suddenly with blue light as it detected the evil presence within the evil fortress. A vast collective roar shook the earth, as ranks upon ranks of Apocalypse Knights drew their weapons and raised them high in the air in response to their leader's call. Then with a great warcry, Lord Arthus swung his blade forward and charged.

The earth rumbled as thousands of men on great warhorses thundered forward, following their leader who urged them into glorious battle against the evil that stood within the refuge of the dark fortress of Castle Doom.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: medievil means my char can use magic right? Would a shapeshifter druid suffice, or must I make something more uhmmm... human?

[Kildare]

OOC: Anything. As long as it doesn't involve guns and spaceships. I'd accept so far as to middle-age pistols or hunting rifles like those used by the Rifleman in Warcraft III(in other words, the one shot, not so power damage kind).

[Thaumaturge]

Tell me, is this just a battle-RP, or a quest/story-based RP?

[Kildare]

OOC: Technically, it's a Battle-RP. But if it's good or popular enough, I may decide to continue it into a quest/story-based RP.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

[OOC: I'm joining... just lemme get up a suitable character.. may take a while]

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Name: Falith T’ilfor (Known only as ‘Wind’)
Gender: female
Age: looks 17, actual age unknown
Race: Shapeshifter, mostly human
Alignment: mostly neutral, but sways towards the good.
Rank: Eldar of the Elemental council
Class: Elemental sorceress
Sub-class: Empath/soul seer
Primary Combat style: elemental spells and summons
Secondary combat style: quarterstaff melee
Description: Pale eyes as grey as the clouds gaze sadly out from a finely chiselled face, black hair framing the finely defined features of the woman. Dark hair tumbled down her back like a midnight waterfall, to fall swaying at her hips. Looking at Wind’s face, one would never realise that the gaze she fixes them was that of a blind one’s stare. A slim figure with a slight build, Wind’s body is hugged by a fabric that she wove entirely out of air. The dress revealed conservatively her feminine curves, but was flimsy during combat, though never dirtied nor tore during travel.

Equipment:
Aera’s Quarterstaff – composed entirely of compact air so solid you can see it, Aera’s quarterstaff was gifted to Wind as an acceptance into the Clan of Air. Light as a feather and extremely durable, the staff is wielded by Wind with sure profession and confidence.
Necklace of tears – Ancient artefact of great power. Those that wield it can summon the great elemental Rain to bring water to thirsty crops, as well as to drown the user’s enemies. Worn around Wind’s bare neck, the many teardrops frozen into place glitter with inner radiance.

Passive ability: Soulsight – An ability acquired during a traumatic attack that blinded her from the physical world. Able to see the auric and spirit of both objects recently dead or still alive, the ability extending to some magical items. Wind’s sight is hindered only by objects that have been dead for too long, as their ‘spirit’ fades with time. Unless another living being or object “imprints” upon the object, Wind will be blind to it.

Summons:
Air elemental: Breeze, a mighty wind stallion slightly larger than a warhorse. The wild elemental was entrapped by a sinister druid, and released by Wind. The release into freedom created a friendship that grew and strengthened between the two. Wind is sometimes seen riding the powerful stallion.
Earth Elemental: Chasm, a wingless drake composed entirely of animated stone. Born of the great ancient dragons, Chasm fell from their grace and society to live a life of isolation until the coming of Wind. Summoned at times of great need, Chasm rises out of the earth with a thunderous roar to crush her enemies.
Water Elemental (artefact summon): Rain, a sleek feline with long sabre fangs. Rain can only be summoned when the sky weeps water, or when Wind is near a large source of water. Summoned also by a feeling of great sadness and loss, Rain is also an entity that brings comfort for those that grieve.
Fire Elemental: Born of the eternal flame that from which all things came, Rage, a fiery phoenix that once was so angry with the inhabitants upon earth that he caused great balls of fire and meteor to rain down from the skies. Summoned by anger, or burning passion, Rage burns all that is in his path.

Spells (primary):
Artificial sight – only able to be cast once a day due to the great use of mana, Artificial sight gifts Wind with the only thing she lacks; physical sight. Only lasting for the duration of the mana used.
Wolf Fang – A powerful wind spell that travels in a straight line. Those that stand in the powerful spell’s way face fangs of air, palpable enough to tear flesh, yet not solid enough to be fought against. It is said that only selected members of the elemental council can cast this nasty spell.
Blind – a simple spell which involves an explosion of fire so intense that if the person is not wary of it, they will be momentarily blinded. If standing 3 feet from the blind spell, the enemy may be blinded permanently. It was with this spell that Wind had lost her sight. (she didn’t do it herself though. Some other person did it)
Earth Maw – Causes temporary animation of any earthen objects, allowing the earth to open up a chasm much like the mouth of a great beast. The enemies are swallowed completely. However, this spell can be nullified easily with a simple minimizing spell (think: small mouth)

Secondary spells not listed, but Wind relies heavily upon air elemental spells.

IC:
Atop the abnormal clouds, Wind sat astride her friend and mount. Breeze snorted and stamped a hoof, sending a jagged spark of lightning dancing into the clouds beneath them. Wind's sightless gaze watched coolly as Lord Arthus Corenus led his army to break upon the walls of Castle Doom. In her right hand, she casually rested a quarterstaff that shimmered slightly. Her other hand clutched a tattered parchment. The last command given her by the paladin of power. Her mouth curled with distaste at the tactics the Apocalypse Knight had chosen. Silently, she rested her staff across her knees and traced across the parchment with a finger, leaving a bright blue trail of auric energy glowing on the paper.
Attack when the dead wake was what it only said. She shook her head. Why am I even helping him? she thought as she crumpled the paper and set it alight with a small fire spell. She let go, and watched it spiral down, the ashes fluttering and dispersing into the air.
Beneath her and her mount, Wind watched crippled souls crawl out from within the castle gates, deformed and mutant. They rose to defend their home. The last evil. Their last stand. Wind’s eyes, irises pale as polished steel, narrowed slightly as she sensed powerful magic surge within the walls of the fortress. Something was happening.
The stallion whinnied surprise as a jagged spell cut through the air and splashed down into the army’s midst.
“Is it physical, Breeze?” Wind murmured softly. Breeze shook his pale head.
:No. It cannot be seen by them, only felt. It is dangerous, however,: Breeze replied, penetrating into her mind with a clear, inner voice. Wind watched curiously as the spell’s power sank into the earth. Melting into the earth, becoming one.
Below, the rain grew heavier as a crippled, rotting hand clawed out of the earth, followed by its undead master. It was only one of many to follow...

[Kildare]

OOC: Since we don't have anyone to take the place of the evil character, I suggest we continue this as a story-based RP until someone decides to join the side of evil.

BiC:

Arthus watched with no surprise at the walking undead slumbering out from the castle's gate. However, he had expected something more. Undead do not "walk" out of a place unless they are controlled by a necromancer. Also, from the size and number of the undead, there should be more than a dozen necromancers. Only an experienced and powerful Necromancer could summon an army of undead by himself. The only other alternative available would be a demon lord, and Arthus would hope that whoever was reanimating the bodies of the dead would not be one of the masters of the Nine Hells. Arthus shuddered as he remembered the vivid images of the monstrosities he had encountered in the War of Apocalypse many years ago.

Suddenly, a part of the dark sky split open to reveal a burning meteor raining down towards the ground in front of the castle. The meteor crashed and detonated, resulting in an explosion that ripped the earth where it struck, creating a massive crater with a radius of a hundred feet wide. The impact of the crash sent many of the Knights flying from their saddles, and their mounts fled in wild-eyed terror from the dreadful carnage.

Then, a terrible abomination rose from within the still-burning crater. Standing a great 15 foot tall, the creature was a being of pure evil and darkness, it's body mercifully hidden within an aura of utter darkness. However, it's head was not. Three great horns protruded from the mighty being's head, only to be followed with two pairs of burning red eyes. It's massive maw opened to reveal rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. Two demonic wings unfolded from the demon's back as the abomination gave a powerful roar that shook the earth and gripped it's massive hands - No, not hands, but rather claws with nails the size of a six foot blade that could rip a man apart with a mighty swipe.

As the dreadful cry faded, followed by utter silence as every man stood paralyzed in shock and fear at the terrible demon standing before them. Then, with an evil grin creasing it's jaw - or at least something that resembled a grin - the demon charged at the awestruck army of Apocalypse Knights.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Now! every nerve in her screamed as she clutched the wild mane of the mighty stallion. Just about to plunge downward, they were thrown aside by another entity. A screaming fireball roared past their shoulders, searing her left arm. She bit her lip, refraining from crying out. She felt the blisters that were already forming, bound to cause agony for the next few days. That ball of fire and rock was hell-borne. She saw the absolute darkness in it. This was not good.
"Breeze."
:I know. Hang on,: the wind stallion replied before plunging downward, the roaring of air filling Wind's ears.

The tornado scattered the rotting corpses of the undead as if scattering leaves on a windy day. The concentrated air thickened and then abruptly dispersed to reveal Wind, astride the shimmering stallion, leaping out of the condensed air, the horse's body almost translucent, glowing with inner energy. With a thunderous whinny, the stallion charged, bringing a thin stream of abnormal cloud trailing after in his wake.

The wild horse's pounding hooves shook the earth as Breeze placed his challenge forward. The demon, summoned from the great depths of hell itself, hesitated and turned around.
A solid wall of air struck the beast full in the face, scarring it heavily with invisible teeth and claws. Behind, Wind raised her staff higher, channelling the air into the tip of the shimmering air staff and firing the powerful spell towards the demonic beast.
"AWAKE!" Wind shouted, allowing her voice to carry shrilly over the plains. She felt Breeze tense, and readied herself for a rear. She hoped that the knights would awaken from their terror, or all would be lost...

[Kildare]

Wind's timely attack shook Arthus from his awestruck reverie. With a great warcry he lifted his sword up high in the air.

"Knights! Do not falter, for the power of Light is with us this very day!" Arthus cried as the Knights looked at him dumbly. "The demon is only a creature of darkness. If we, the warrior's of light, stand firm and strong, darkness will never prevail!" Then with another great warcry, Arthus pulled the reins of his horse and charged at the dark titan before him.

Instincts and years of training kicked in as the Knights finally woke from their terror, and every man raised his weapon high up in the and followed their leader into battle.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"Find its name, Breeze," Wind whispered. Breeze reared, striking down several undead that were clawing at the stallion's magnificent flanks with powerful hooves. Wind felt Breeze's awareness expand. But it recoiled when it touched the demon's aura of burning darkness. The monster oozed evil.
:Cannot. Too evil,: Breeze mindspoke.
Just then, Arthus sounded the battlecry and charged, his army following and swarming around the demon currently preoccupied with her wind attack. Wind took her attention off the spell slightly to kick away some rotting hands that gripped her legs and attempted to dismount her. The flesh crumbled in the force of her kick, and she grimaced in pain as a skeletal hand clawed at her bruised arm. A blinding spell won't work on the undead, as they are already blind.
Wind abruptly cut off her air spell, releasing the demon from the many teeth and claws. It gave a roar and lurched forwards one step, before Wind turned her attention away from it and concentrated. A string of ancient words flowed from her lips, words as old as earth itself. She felt mana gather within her, slowly flowing to her arm, and into the staff, which was to be her medium. She regripped her hand on the staff, holding it at one end, before shoving it into the earth.

Great cavernous chasms shuddered open in the earth, and countless undead tumbled into their depths. Yet as they were swallowed by the earth that birthed them, more clawed their way upwards. How many were sacrificed for this?! her mind was horrified.

[Arhra]

OOC: Seeing the huge amount of undead you have running around the place, I think you need a necromancer. I volunteer for this task.

Nezurahl watches the battle from the high, forboboding battlements of the castle. He leans on his staff, dark gnarled wood topped with the skull of an inhuman beast. His tattered black robes flutter in the wind and bone amulets clink together. His eyes are alight with a dark power as he brushes some of his long, almost mane-like, hair out of his sight, making the tiny bone talismans braided into it clatter against one another. Two long twisting horns crown his head and his movements hint at armour under his robes.

Seeing the fissures open and the undead warriors fall into them he smiles, "Little fools... the earth cannot hold that which magic commands." Even as he watches they unearth themselves, clawing at their foes. He shifts his focus to the zombies and skeletons already hacked down and his smile broadens as he tests the strength of the corpse wards sustaining their unlife. Already rotten flesh and shattered bone begins to reknit, the creatures arising once more. He permits himself a shred of amusement of how those who had sought to destroy the castle in ages past now defended it in death. The knights were occupied with the weaker undead they currently faced. Soon a far greater darkness would come.

[Kildare]

Suddenly, a spark of purplish light within the castle caught Arthus' attention. Quickly, he turned his head to look at at Wind who was trying to attack the hordes of undead coming out from the castle.

"Wind! Forget the demon and it's vile undead!" Arthus shouted, his voice barely heard from within the chaos of the battle. "Seek the source of evil from within the Castle itself!"

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Wind raised her head, a feral light shining in her dead eyes. She nodded assent at Arthur’s order. At an unspoken command, Breeze whinnied and stilled amidst the rotting, animated corpses.

Suddenly, a shockwave of air rippled outwards, seeming to bend reality. The ripple of air tore outwards, throwing up clods of earth. The encircling undead were thrown back by the powerful blast. [kinda like Diablo’s sorceress Nova]
Tossing his wild head, Wind’s mount wheeled about and galloped towards the castle of darkness, every hoof that struck the earth sending shockwave after shockwave into the midst of the undead. Breeze cut like an arrow towards his goal.

[fub]

ooc: Meh
Name: douglas"Dark ale" ferguson
gender:male
age:63
race:dark dwarf
alignment:mercenary
rank:captain of the "siege brigade"
class: hunter
sub-class: siege engineer
equipment: crossbow , plate of the sappers (is in command of some of the trebuchets set around the keep)
description: wears full platemail adorned with ancient dwarven runes given by his forefathers to him, long beard , a cowardly sort of fellow who would sell his soul away if he was to survive by the deal. if you looked under the plate you would see dirt brown flesh and black eyes

Plate of the sappers helps douglas judgement with aiming siege weapons

Ic: "alright laddies" the dwarf called "lets earn our pay and blast these danged do-gooders back to their mommas. FIRE!". Moments later the trebuchets fired a large volley of flaming rocks upon the screaming men. Douglas walked up the stairs to his client nerazhul and asked what needed to be done. Doug heard his men calling from the gatehouse and ran to it as quickly as he could. As he arrived he saw undead flying everywhere and even he was sent flying from the shockwaves

[Obsolete57]

OOC:
Name: Major Charcion Shock
Gender: Male
Age:2371 (looks 23)
Race: Unknown
Rank: Major (obvious)
Alignment: Good
Class: Fighter
Height: 7"9
Wieght: 184 (without armor), 263 (with armor)
Equipment: "Aiedail", a great two handed axe, "Zar'roc", a hand and a half sword, "Bloodbringer", a one handed Emerald Saber. Also endorned in a long gold embroided cape, heavy golden boots, a red-gold highcrested helm, a heavy breastplate and torso armor, as well as a pitch-white skull holding his cape on.
Personality: Charcion is majestic, loyal, and will do whatever is required of him. He prefers to fight his opponents face-to-face rather than taking advantige of a back turned. He is also gruff and refuses to do anything if it disobeys his sacred vows of service. He has emerald green eyes and Night blue hair tied into a waist length pony-tail that hangs out over his cape.

IC:Amileaway from the battle Charcion stood, grimacing as he felt the earth bend and shake from a massive blast of power. Notikas, his closest friend stood nearby, watching him. "There is a battle near here." Charcion muttered, raising his old emerald eyes, still glinting through his old age. "I know M'lord" Notikas muttered back, raising his head. "I should leave, the person who sent that shot of power will require some help. I sense a great evil dwelling near there." So without another word, he turned on his heel, strapping Aiedail onto his back, and sheathing Bloodbringer and Zar'roc onto opposite hips. Notikas watched him stride out into the mist and said, "I hope he knows what he's doing."

[Kildare]

OOC to fub: I take it that you're helping evil. :P

BIC:

The flaming rocks dropped upon his men like comets, crushing whole ranks, while sending many others flying from the impact. Arthus cursed when he saw the number of casualties from the fire rain.

"Undeads don't do that!" Arthus lieutanent commented. "They don't have enough brains to even man those catapults!" He indicated the line of catapults now visible on top of the castle walls. Several short shadowy figures were manning and reloading the catapults.

"Apparently, our enemy hired some mercenaries..." Arthus told him. "Dwarven or gnomish ones too, from the looks of their size." Arthus turned to another one of his lieutanents. "Is OUR engines ready, Sir Loren?"

"Yes, my Lord. They're ready upon your command." The soldier replied.

"Return fire then, let's give those bastards a taste of their own medicine." Arthus said. The lieutanent nodded and took out an ivory horn to his mouth, blowing it. A loud blared resounded in the air that could be heard for more than a mile or so away.

A moment later, directly from behind the cover of the hills, a barrage of 1-tonne stones surged through the skies towards the castle as hundreds of catapults released their rain of death upon their enemies in perfect unison.

[Arhra]

Nezurahl continues to surview the battle from his lofty view point. He doesn't even twitch as the huge stones thud off the walls of the castle. The castle had endured far worse things than mere rocks. He smiles - as the castle's catapults were on higher ground than their enemy's catapults they would have a greater range. He casts a simple whisper spell, allowing him to talk with Douglas.

"Have you recalibrated your catapults to target the enemy siege weapons yet?"

Douglas looks a little startled at being talked to from thin air before replying, "Aye, we're preparing to fire now."

"You should use the burning oil to destroy them."

"Don't tell me how to do my own job!"

Nezurahl ends the spell as the catapults fire and scatter hundreds of burning, head-sized rocks over towards the hills where the knight's siege weapons are located. The trebuchets are swiftly ablaze. With this threat eliminated he turns his attention to Wind.

Seeing the disarray she is spreading he frowns. The summoned demon plows after her, the shockwaves barely slowing it down, but the wind steed is too swift. Raising up his staff Nezurahl unleashes a withering hex of great malignancy upon Breeze, the mighty stallion's strides suddenly faltering as the spell saps his vigour. The demon gives a roar and quickens its pace...

[fub]

ooc: just how big is the radius of these shockwaves?
and I am hired to help evil

ic:"Men we have a problem. some mage is spreadin havoc with the clients servants, and he has assigned me and a small group of dwarves to kill it whos with me?". several hands raise "good. keep firing at the big ones while we are gone okay scotty" "alright cap'n "

a few minutes later the dwarves were in the main hall's opposite end to wind and doug called "aim". The dwarves lined up in a firing line and pulled their crossbows to firing stance "fire at will". The dwarves fire and only hit the floor and the walls. "You idiots we are payed to kill, not to miss, no grog for any of ya. "the range is to far the crossbows dont fire far enough" said Andrew. "dammit ya pansy look its a elf riding a donkey. You could run up to it a slash it for gronds sakes!" yelled doug back.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Probaly not as big as the battleground, but Charcion is very intact with the earth and the elements, allowing him to sense any great power in a two mile radius.

IC: Around this time, Charcion arrived. He stood on a hill, surveying the battleground. He stared in dismay as he saw lives wasted. Closing his emerald eyes, he bowed his head, unstrapped Aiedail and charged. Within two seconds he had cleared the small gap between him and the battlefield, hewing the first undead he saw with cruel strokes of Aiedail. Parrying a attack from an undead, he swung Aiedail in a great arc, letting five more fall headless.

Then he saw the castle. "I'm not afraid to die." he muttered to himself, and charged at the castle, hewing any undead who would dare stand before him. Covered in rotting flesh and blood of his enemies, Charcion ran as fast as he could, ignoring the skeletal hands clawing feebily at his armor, until at last one got through and grabbed his arm with unbelivable strength. Charcion yelled in frustration as he grabbed the hand and snapped it off, grimacing as he muttered to himself, "Thats gonna bruise".

Meanwhile, in the Castle

OOC:(Someone post so I don't hafta edit this again!!!)

[Arhra]

Watching the knights advance, Nezurahl casts another whisper spell. This time he speaks to an archer captain.

"Have you distributed the special arrows as I commanded?"

"Yes my lord."

"Good, wait until the front ranks of the knights have reached half bow range and then open fire."

Nezurahl smiles a cruel smile as he hears the slithery sound of the archers fire a volley of arrows. The arrow reach the top of their flight and fall upon their foes like barbed rain. The soldiers cry out in pain as the razored arrowheads slice into the. Their cries gain a note of terror as the flesh around even the lightest scratch from the arrows begins to rot away. The advance falters, the necrotising arrows doing their job as the archers prepare for a second volley.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Breeze's shockwaves have a radius of about 20 metres. pretty big I'd say.

BIC:
Wind's heart clenched as Breeze faltered. She had felt the spell, and knew what it was doing to her poor friend. The beast behind her gave a lusty roar and quickened its pace.
"Leave, Breeze! I will take care of it," she whispered quickly to the wild stallion. Breeze tossed his head with regretful assent.
Suddenly, Wind was rolling to her feet, her mount having dissipated underneath her. She felt the hatred against all things living emanate from the beast of hell as it advanced with ludicrous speed.
Her arm throbbed with pain, but she held her staff at ready, taking a fighting stance, blind eyes flashing fiercely. The beast, thinking her cute, raised a sickled claw for a slashing kill. The paw went down, slicing through the air where Wind would've been. It grunted with surprise.
"Hey, up here," came the voice. The hellbeast stupidly looked up at the source of the annoyance. Bless its cursed heart, she thought as she slammed her wolf fang attack downwards, ripping up another portion of the monster's face. She landed, her legs bunched like powerful coils beneath her body, and winced. That desperate leap (powered by a boost of magic) didn't go too well on the way down.
"I'll create a little distraction for you to play with, no?" she grimaced as she said it, and struck the earth with her air staff.

The earth shuddered and bucked as a great jagged hole ripped open at her feet. It caused more undead to tumble into its dark depths, but more simply replaced them. However, it wasn’t earth maw that she had used. No.
From within the chasm of utter darkness, a roar of an unimaginable beast issued forth. Slithering out like the great serpent he was, Chasm erupted out of the great hole, which closed after it, forming back to its original, uninterrupted shape. The great stone elemental rammed headfirst into the hellbeast, throwing it backwards. A stone tail whipped forward and a resounding crack announced the breaking of an important bone in the hellbeast’s leg. Roaring with pain, the beast toppled backwards, crippled.

Wind didn’t pause to watch the battle. She was already moving… and transforming. Leaping into the air, her arms erupted in feathers and shrank, likewise did her body. She became a quick bird of white, darting through the clumsy undead, dodging the lethal arrows.

[Stik]

Name: Bombgrat Flystik
Gender:Male
Age:36
Race:Goblin
Alingment:Drifta
Class:Bomba
Sub-class:Pilot
Equipment; Gobbo zeppelin, lotsa bombz and da crew

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: erm... we don't really have zeppelins in the medieval ages. I think you're in the wrong era o.O

[The Infallible]

Name: Losil Elmian
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145 lb's
Species: Human
Class: Wizard
Allignment: Neutral Good, fighting for the forces of Good for personal reasons
Background: Abandoned as a child he was found by the great Wizard Thom Al'barath. Thom sensed the dormant power lying within him and began to school him in the ways of Wizardry. Losil soon surpassed Thom and went off to find adventure. Having fought for countless different warlords in his life, he has grown accustomed to war and has no moral objection to the taking of life.

Spells: More of a Sorceror way of thinking than most wizards, he gave up the practice of learning spells long ago and now just uses the raw destructive power of magic to destroy his enemies. However he does employ traditional healing spells.

Equipment: Light Armour and a quarter staff

IC: Losil looked with resentment at the clashing soldiers from atop a high hill.
"I shall not die this day" said Losil as instructed his black steed to charge into the fray. Moving fast down the hill, he issued a series of unintelligable sylables from his mouth and a white hot shield grew around him as he rode into the ranks of soldiers. "To hell with you, to hell with all of you!" cried Losil as his shield erupted from him killing both good and evil soldiers. He dismounted and bade hs horse flee from the field. He stood ground and planted his staffin the ground waiting for the next advance of the undead.

His attention was drawn by the barrage of stones from the Dwarf operated catapults. I need to do something about that, He thought, We're out numbered as it is, we dont needthose wiping out more of our troops. He raised his staff, pointed it at the Dwarves and let loose a torrent of fire, taking out a number of dwarves and damaging a catapult.

[Obsolete57]

Meanwhile, Charcion had fought his way to the gate, and, after taking out several zombies and undead, made his way inside. Momentarily distracted by the ball of fire hitting the catapults, he looked up and cursed. A rock fell where he was a moment earlier, cracking and splintering into hundreds of pieces. "Damnit." he muttered as he looked down, and spotted the knights, as well as hordes of Dwarven Archers firing upon them. He slinked into the shadows and literally disappeared dispite his gold/red armor. He appeared before the knights, facing the archers, crossbow-bolts pinging harmlessly off his armor. He raised Aiedail and bellowed, and all of half the dwarven archers faltered, stopping firing and moments later skittering away like rats. Slamming Aiedail into the ground, causing the earth itself to creak and shake, as well as cause a deep gash and several small cracks extending, and half of the remaining dwarves ran like mice after a bit of cheese, fear overwhelming their loyalty for their commander and for the reward.

He turned to find the knights almost upon him, and swore, knowing they would see him as an enemy, if he did not identify himself, but he wasn't in the mood for that. He quickly dissappeared into the shadows again, gasping and trying to catch his breath from the exertion of energy required to make all those dwarves run.

Meanwhile.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: curiosity killed the cat, but would it kill a swallow?

BIC:
Chasm roared as he slammed his mighty body into the demon again and again. Kill! his ancient mind screamed. He knew he would be of good use. He will do it for Wind. He will do it for the one that saved him from isolation. :Fly, Wind, fly!:

Wind sliced through the ranks of fighting men and undead as quickly as she dared, but something caught her eye. A flash of red armour. A stranger’s face. Wind turned her white head and swung around quickly, aiming for the stranger. He bellowed a deafening challenge that scattered the advancing dwarfs, but the knights that advanced did not react to his aid. Instead, they advanced still, intent on cutting the man down.
Charcion seemed to shimmer, then disappear within the shadows, but Wind’s sharp, inhuman eyes caught his movements. She flashed in front of the knights and ducked beneath the tired man’s leg, changing quickly. This man interests me. I will help.
She heard him gasp with surprise and almost tumble off her back as she surged forward, a gleaming brown mare. She wheeled around and charged towards the castle gates, expertly dodging the volleys of arrows and rocks, Charcion bouncing on her back.

[Arhra]

Nezurahl curses as he watches his foes approach the gates of the castle but with the undead slowing the majority of the knights down, the necromancer sees an opportunity. He strides down from the battlements, soldiers hastening out of his way as he reaches the ground. He orders some servants to fetch his battle gear and his steed and others to marshal the Ebon Guard.

Witihn minutes he is at the gate, armed for battle. Long spike-like protrusions of armour pierce through his tattered robes at the shoulders, hinting at heavy armour beneath. His hands and forearms are armoured in claw-like black gauntlets and he wears a crown-like helm, blade-like spines twisting around his horns. A horse-shaped creature that looks like it was spawned from the nightmares of mortal men waits for him at the head of a group of dark horsemen, who too are clad in black armour and tattered claoks, their pale hands clutching blades of ancient make and their cold eyes burn with A chill blue flame. The steeds' hides are as dark as a starless night and seem oddly insubtantial, as if they aren't truly there. Nezurahl mounts his fell steed and draws his sword, the thin runes etched into the black steel glinting with a dire light. Signalled forwards he and the Ebon Guard move forwards in utter silence.

Outside a booming horn can be heard and then, as the beseiging army watches, the great gates of ancient wood bound with spell-graven steel ponderously open and terror rides out. As a solid black wedge the Ebon Guard surge forwards, their presence fear incarnate. Some flee before them and those who stand are cut down by cursed blades, a single blow a mortal wound. They bear down on Charcion and Wind, intent on slaying those who oppose them.

[The Infallible]

From the corner of his eyes Losil catches a glimpse of the Ebon Guard, knowing that if they reach Charcion and Wind then they will most likely be slain. He raises his old and gnarled staff and lets loose a bolt of lightning that cuts into the Ebon Guardsman in the back. Having caught their attention he now concentrates on his own safety. He creates another shield around him but attempts to flee anyway because he fears that it will not be enough to stop the might of the undead knights.

[Obsolete57]

Charcion was confused momentarily. "Great, one moment a dove flys between my legs, now a bloody horse is there. Well, might as well take advantige of this." he muttered, strapping Aiedail to his back and un sheathing Bloodbringer and Zar'roc, clinging to Wind by his legs. He quickly sever'ed several zombie heads then saw the Ebon Gaurd heading straight for them, then Losil firing a lightning bolt at them. "A debt must be paid...." he muttered.

He jumped off Wind and charged, hewing the first Ebon Gaurd with several quick slashes of Zar'roc and Bloodbringer, turning to parry a great downward strike, and another Ebon Gaurd fell without it's head. Raising Bloodbringer over his head he quickly sever'ed the arm of an Ebon Gaurd behind him, and quickly turned, beheading it, Zar'roc gleaming as it's crimson edge was soaked with blood.

Holding an Ebon Gaurd above his head, a giant explosion rocked its body. He lowered the body, and saw a blimp above him, randomly throwing bombs. He threw the shattered body to the ground and muttered, "I owe you for that."

[Stik]

OOC: c'mon they have zeppelins in warcraft 1,2,3 and frozen throne. Anyway if rifles are allowed than why souldnt zeppelins be?!?
Well...
As the battle raged on the goblin crew and Stik were throwing bombs overboard at a stupidly fast speed and missing everything. " Zagboss, we's spotted a big shiniyz guy wit a sword slashin our buddiez. Wat shall we do?" exclaimed the spotta goblin." Letz uze da big bomb!"."Bomb,bomb,bomb!" chanted the gobbos as Stik pulled out da big bomb. ( Fully loaded with gunpowder, TNT, C4, martinis, mountain dew and a bottle of dasani water) :bmage: The crew watched as Stik tossed tha bomb carefully overboard so it landed on the guy. Stik and his men watched as tho bomb landed on the shiny armor guy."yay" they all cheered moving their gaze away not noticing than the armored hero had shook of the blast as if it was a fly. Only Stik was still looking down at him cursing under his breath "damn, motherfu**ing overpowered godlike pe**s".

[fub]

Ooc: in other news.......

Ic:"Dangit. Fall back! Fall back" yelled doug as he was running back up the stairs.
"We will regroup at the trebuchets". A few minutes later, Douglas reached the top of the stairs and told scotty to shoot anything big and the rest of his men not manning the trebuchets to hold the stairs up until he gets new orders from the necromancer.

[Stik]

Watching random catapult shots fly, wizards screw around and supa noob heroes slice up Undead, Stik took another sip from his glass of grogg and said to his henchman " Ahhhh, this is the life...Shiyniz guy is probably screaming in pain from the dasani water, his men are screaming in pain from the acidic martinis...(thinks for a moment)...GROGG (A-K 47s) FOR EVERYONE!!!" "Yay" shouted the Crew in glee. No one noticed where one of the "stray" catapult shot was going......
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!!!!
:rmage: :bbelt: :wmage: :bmage:

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: sorry, I'm going to scam a bit of spells off DiabloII, for elemental reasons, of course.
BIC:
Wind wheeled about and lashed out with her powerful hind legs, crushing legs and arms with her powerful hooves. Suddenly she transformed and leapt forth, wielding her airstaff with a vengeance. Right, left, Ebon guards fell under her snake-like strikes.
"Stand close, stranger!" she yelled towards Charcion. Feeling the man comply, she spun her staff once before planting it deep into the ground. Ice Nova!
A ring of frozen air exploded around them and expanded outwards, freezing those within a radius of 10 feet. The Ebon guards hesitated as their fellow members met a cold death, then closed in.
They barely saw the wolf fang coming.
"Quick! Through there!" Wind exclaimed, weariness creeping into her voice. She was tired. Damn, used too much. I need to conserve my energy. She started after Charcion's retreating back, but her steps faltered.

[Obsolete57]

Feeling his savior start falling behind, Charcion turned and slid on the blood stained stone. His emerald eyes met her pale ones for a moment, he sheathed both of his swords and ran towards her, wrapping one of his powerful arms around her stomach as he reached her. He jumped with all his might and crushed an Ebon Gaurds face and broke it's neck as he landed on it's face. He jumped away again, landing a few steps away from shadow, and seemingly dissappeared as before, but this time with Wind over his shoulder. He let her off and removed his helm, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face and wiping the sweat off his brow, panting heavily.

"Amazing how much such heavy armor can tire you out, and so quickly too." He whispered to her, finally pausing to take a good look at her. "First meetings, usually warrant introductions." He said, extending his hand to her, "My name is Charcion. That is just about everything you should have to know about me."

Her pale eyes looked at him, fixing him with a blind-mans stare, and shook his hand. "My name is Wind."

He abruptly broke away from her grasp, fixing his helm back in place, and un-strapping Aiedail "We cannot stay here for long, hiding in the shadows like cowards." He hefted Aiedail over his shoulder "Come along if you wish." He charged back into the fray, letting six more Zombies fall and an Ebon Gaurd fall over headless (the Ebon Gaurd without it's torso)

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Recollection of the black rider’s armor eh?
BIC:
Her arm still throbbed, but the pain had simmered down a bit. She watched Charcion’s retreating back with a bemused expression. They say a human’s eyes are windows to their soul. They weren’t too close to the truth. Wind grinned slightly to herself as she began trailing him at a slower pace, her staff whirling with dead accuracy and striking down anybody that she sensed close by. Senses strained, she sweated freely.

It was then that she saw the necromancer, sitting astride his proud death horse. Her grey eyes flashed.

[Arhra]

OOC: Yes, it is a little reminescent of that. I'm trying to avoid copying it too directly. I feel that I should add the Ebon Guard are in fact wights and thus don't bleed. They are mounted on dark steeds I should add. They don't die easily either and their blades are enchanted to slay the living. They are the elite guys after all. Now time for some fun inter-character stuff.

Nezurahl meets Wind's gaze, his steed cantering forwards with the Ebon Guard following. Behind him the Ebon Guard who had seemed dead slowly stir and silently climb to their feet, broken limbs twisting back into position as the magic that binds them to unlife denies them the succour of death. His eyes still fixed on Wind's blinded visage he beckons to her and she feels a powerful compulsion to approach him. A dream-like look on her face, she takes a single step towards the necromancer.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: If I was in a foul mood, I'd accuse you of godmodding. But heck, the harder the opponent, the better the challenge!

BIC:
Come to me, a voice beckoned her, dripping with honey and pleasure. She was unable to resist the voice, and took one step towards the necromancer. Somewhere, suppressed deep in her mind, she revolted at her obedience. Suddenly, a mental feeling like a cool wind brushed her mind, and her head cleared. :Awake, Wind!: Breeze gathered like a condensing cloud in front of her. She blinked, the effects of Nezurahl's dream-bind dissipating. The stallion lashed out with his hind legs, catching a recovering Ebon guard in its still shattered cheek. The undead went flying. Breeze came close to Wind, and she gratefully hugged her friend's taut neck.
"Thank you," she whispered. Amusement touched her mind.
: Don't mention it,: he replied easily. At another unspoken prompt, Wind leapt onto Breeze's back.
"Staff," she commanded, plucking at the air. The air around her outstretched arm coalesced into the air staff, it's shimmering hues glittering with inner fire.
Protected by Breeze's calm mind, she and her mount moved forward, grimly watching the necromancer.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Oh yay, now I hafta kill all these guys again, oh well, let's find out what happens...

BiC: Charcion had just finished brutually "lifing" a wight, when suddenly Nerzurahl's spell took affect. All the shattered bodies of the Ebon Gaurd and their steeds got back up, dismembered arms, legs and heads returning to their original hosts. Charcion growled in frustration and stomped the ground, and muttered to himself, "How many times must I kill these cretin's...." He gripped Aiedail's shaft firmly when a voice shattered his thoughts in his mind.

"Come to me.. do not be afraid..." His mind went blissfully blank as the lich's spell not also affected Wind, but himself as well, yet Charcion was a Warrior of Might, not of Mind. He dropped to his knees, skull in his hands, and screamed his frustration at an empty rooftop, fighting to regain his own mind. He got up slowly, wincing as his brain started melting into the lich's spell. He took a knife off his belt and slowly said as he glared coldly at the necromancer facing Wind, "You'll be in... Hell before.... me..." He threw the knife with all his might into the lich's side, barely penetrating the heavy armor beneath but it was enough for Charcion to break away from the Lich's spell.

His own thoughts returned to him as he sighed, then turned to find the entire Ebon Gaurd company facing him, swords drawn, steeds snorting. He grimaced and then chuckled to himself as he prepped Aiedail for the slaughter, but wether it was his or the Gaurd's, he did not know.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Wind clung to the reassuring presence of Breeze’s surprisingly warm body as they lashed out with hooves, staff and spells to either side, felling the wights that were forever bound in the living plane. She cursed silently as they leapt back to life, their mutilated limbs joining again as soon as she felled them. Her wolf fang was useless here, and she knew that the necromancer can nullify her earth maw the moment she used it.
“Let’s see if you can fare well against Rain,” she grimaced, parrying a deadly blade. Grey eyes flashing into a darker hue, she whispered a charm, and the necklace encircling her neck glowed brightly.
The clouds above suddenly seized up, and, as if the gods decided throw down buckets of water, the rain came down hard and fast, quickly turned the earth into mud. Breeze ignored the ground, and worked his way higher into the sky, his hooves finding purchase in thin air.
Then, Rain came. Like a flood she came, all flashing claws and clashing jaws, down a waterfall from the sky. : Care, my friends,: Wind warned. The feline growled assent and averted the torrent of water from Charcion and the knights, before hitting the Ebon guard hard and fast.

[Arhra]

OOC: Its a typical trait of the undead to be difficult to kill. To tell the truth, I was a little disappointed by how easily everyone was saying that they were defeating them. By god-moding I assume you are refering to the wight's blades? Well characters are always exceptional and so the blades won't necessarily kill with just one hit. As a side note, Nezurahl isn't a lich.

Nezurahl draws his sword with a steely rasp as he regards his foes. His other hand clutches his staff and he guides his steed with his knees as it waits impatiently for bloodshed. He ignores the dagger which had been stopped by his armour as he sees the torrent of water suddenly fall from the sky.

Raising his staff he deflects the water from hitting him and surges forwards towards Wind before she can get too far off the ground. Behind him the Ebon Guard silently close in on Charcion and Rain, the ancient warriors hewing at them with their accursed blades. A knight moves to intercept Nezurahl but the necromancer stills his heart with but a glance. He strikes at Wind with his runic blade who parries the stroke with her staff even as Nezurahl's mount bites out at Breeze with its viperish teeth.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Not really. I was actually just saying that the immortality of the wights themselves would be godmodding, but then… they would be released once your character is dead, no? Or… are you willing to relinquish your character?
Still, you are dealing with an air elemental mount here, and they heal so fricken fast (as I have seen I previous Rping encounters… damn them)

BIC: Breeze snorted and danced away from the sinister steed, taking Wind with him. She didn’t mind, using the moment to recover. As Breeze slipped in quickly for a retaliating chaff to the midnight horse’s neck, Wind struck at Nezurahl with viperish speed. For several heart-rending moments, the two were locked, equal in strength, until their mounts broke apart. The necromancer’s steed sported a shallow wound on the cheek, and several oozing teeth marks on its sweating neck. Breeze shook blood from his own wound that was closing fast. Still, the healing drained him a little. But only a little.
Wind’s eyes flashed as they danced towards each other again. Suddenly, Breeze wheeled, quick as lightning, and lashed out with flashing hooves. Nezurahl’s steed snorted and sidestepped. Still, the powerful kick nicked the horse’s flank, and a red gash appeared. Before the necromancer’s horse could recover, the undead master himself had to parry another blow from Wind’s staff. Wind’s eyes narrowed as she balled her other hand into a fist. Her legs squeezed Breeze’s flanks for support as she struck out, opening her hand, reaching towards the necromancer’s armor. Rust!

Meanwhile, Rain bared her sabre fangs and nicely diced the nearest wight that dared to even lay eyes on her sleek features. Not waiting for the pieces to reform, she moved methodically forward, and those that faced her met the same end as the first. Opening her mouth, she sent a torrent of water outwards and washed the still recovering pieces a fair distance away.

OOC: I hope you don’t mind if my character’s spell eats away a bit of your char’s armor.
btw, rust is a secondary spell (if ya didn't notice already:P)

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Meh.

BiC:
Water rushed around Charcion, just an arms reach away, and took the form of a giant feline a few paces ahead. Charcion raised an eyebrow. "Oh.......kay.....". He turned and faced the side of the necromancer, now clashing with Wind. "I guess with the cat taking them out, I should lend a hand with this necromancer. Cealinndir knows I need a challenge."

He strapped Aiedail to his back and drew his swords. He charged with a mighty war-cry, and covered the distance in a surprisingly short time, swinging Bloodbringer at Nezurahl's Shoulder... or at least where it was. Instead, Bloodbringer swished through the air and cut into Nezurahl's steed's flank. Obviously this did not please the undead steed, as it kicked Charcion square in the chest with it's now bleeding back legs. His breath was drawn out, and he was knocked to the ground.

OOC: Cealinndir is Charcion's God of War.

[Stik]

omg stupid thing made me erase all the shit i wrote!!!!!! :mad: :( :mad: :(

[Stik]

Long story short: catapult shot flys into ship and blows a hole in the hull. Zeppelin flys over castle and a bunch of goblins and stik roped on to the roof, blow a hole in it and rope in to the castle. The kill squad shoots their way to a hall way guarded by dwarves led by doug. Gobbo kill squad joins them in the massive carnage of bodies filled with crossbow bolts .

[fub]

OOC : Dont double post it makes the mods angry
and there has been no one else in the hall

Ic:As the goblins broke through the roof the dwarves hair trigger finger got the best of them and they kill one or two goblins (there are about 60 dwarves). After introductions were made Doug Laughed at the fact nezurahl also called in goblins to help them. "alright lets go find some butts and kick'em" Douglas yelled as he charged down the hall after hearing the necromancers mental call for aid.

"Alright lads spread out and kill the biggest threat to our employer, Goblin (talking to Stik) get your men in there"

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: is the threat you're talking about my character?
*ish waiting for Ahra to reply*

[Arhra]

OOC: Actually the wights can be killed, its just difficult to do so. They have to be killed in a certain way or else they just get up again. And no, I don't mind about the spell. And now its time for my character to finally draw blood.

The Ebon Guard are undetered by Rain's ferocity, shields ready they strike at her again and again. Even the elemental's reflexes are not enough to stop all of the blows though the death magic woven into the wight's blades is greatly hindered by Rain's elemental nature. Still, it looks like it is only a matter of time before the proud feline is dragged under by the Ebon Guard's undying determination.

Nezurahl's steed stamps at the fallen Charcion with razor edged hooves as the necromancer and Wind circle each other warily. Nezurahl feints with his staff, the ruby set into the skull surmounting it crackling with eldritch power. Wind parries again with her staff, sparks of magic crackling between the two enchanted weapons as Nezurahl slices in low with his sword. Wind tries to block but Nezurahl's staff stops her from moving it down in time and Breeze cannot sidestep fast enough to dodge the blow. It cuts into Wind's side and she can feel the dreadful thirst of the blade as it tears at her life force. Nezurahl just smiles wider as the blood on his blade burns with a ghostly blue flame and seems to soak into the black steel.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

[edit: SHIT! sorry, i was writing it in word and copied part of your post in for reference]

OOC: ehh, well then. Time for me to do some stuff as well. Btw, is your steed also undead? Cuz I’m gonna make it alive. Or uhm… dead….
BIC: Pull me away! Wind screamed in her mind. Agony jolted through her body as the blade worked into her side, and she gasped with the pain. Breeze whinnied and reared, slamming heavy hooves into the black steed’s skull, shattering heavy bone and metal. The force of the strike snapped the steed’s neck at an odd right angle. Even as Wind felt the life-draining sword leave her side, she felt a great weariness pulling down her consciousness. Staunching the wound as best as she could, she parried the necromancer’s staff again, now coming from ground level, as he had leapt from his dead mount, but it was greatly weakened. Breeze’s hooves danced over Charcion’s body, narrowly avoiding the living man. If he moved, it would be a fatal choice.
She thrust out her other arm again. Rust! Metallic motes danced across her fingers and shot into Nezurahl’s armour, weaving their corrosive ability into the network of metal that strengthened the necromancer’s plates. The effect was immediate. It was like a bronzed wildfire that spread rapidly throughout the glinting black metal, starting from his torso. Gritting her teeth against the raging pain in her side, she thrust her staff in a lightning quick motion that plunged the air staff through the chest plate of the necromancer.
“Die!”

Rain took some heavy blows, but, consisting of water, merely healed the fatal wounds even as she slipped under the Ebon guard’s defences. Instead of dicing, she leapt… and gushed into the surprised wight’s mouth, a reverse liquid waterfall.
The effect was immediate. A sickening explosion happened, as the wight filled with too much water, and the remains of the undead splattered about. Reforming back into a feline, Rain did this in 3 quick succession before the wights could figure out a way to stop this.

OOC: I’m assuming that to kill a wight is to fill every single undead cell in its with water so that every cell would burst from the pressure building inside each cell, thus leading to literally irreparable damage. (I do biology. I swear, if they come back to life again, I’ll seriously accuse you of godmodding. NOBODY, not even undead, can face that and not be utterly destroyed. But then again, I’m not in a nice mood tonight >.< “warning, mood swing in 5 mins”)
But then again, Rain is tiring, so her tirade with water bursting won’t last long. You’ll just end up with less ebon guards.
Btw, Wind is about to channel wolf fang through the staff and through your necro’s chest with the last ounce of her strength. It is advisable to take evasive action or die. Either way, Wind is screwed.

[Arhra]

OOC: Yep, that should kill them. The way to kill them is to cut out their heart or completely destroy their bodies. This should be fun. What is your opinion on character death however?

Nezurahl staggers, his armour corroding away as the staff punches through his breastplate. Sensing Wind drawing deeply on her power he feels something alien: doubt. His plans were unravelling and he was vulnerable. He didn't know if his intricate corpse-wards could withstand the attack. In desperation he pulls back, planting his staff in front of him, earthed firmly in the ground and begins calling on his deepest reserves. The zombies and skeletons nearby rush forwards to interpose themselves between him and her, anything to stop that dreadful power he could feel building.

OOC: I could go on but its your spell so I'll only put in the stuff prior to you casting it. Ah... panicking wizards, always fun.

[fub]

OOC: common sense says the guy with the 'uge axe is the biggest threat to a master necromancer

Ic: As Douglas lines up a clean shot to Charcion and fires....... Charcion parries. "Dang" yelled Douglas as he signaled the others to open fire upon the two fighting the necromancer. Needless to say the shots only end up hitting the big cat and the ebon guard. "wait, shoot the water cat thing" called Douglas to the team "If the cat dies the ebon guard will overrun those two fools".

ooc:mind if I make my bolts do more than miss?

Moments later the air was filled with bolts all flying straight into the large feline..... It all flys straight through the cat straight towards Charcion

TO BE CONTINUED!

[The Infallible]

OOC: My computers bein a bitch and i leave for NJ tomorrow morning so im done here... :(

Losil doded through the bodies of the undead and living soldiers, many covered from head to toe with blood. Knowing that the Ebon Guardsman was only seconds away from ending Losil's life he turned to face him. "This is the last moment of my life but i will not let you take it from me" He rammed his staff into the ground. For Losil all was silent as the white hot wrath of heaven consumed him.

The explosion rippled through the battlefield andburnt up the bodies of countless warriors including some of the Ebon Guard. And so ended the life of Losil Al'Barath...

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Wind is going to use another secondary spell. However, it's not really her that will be casting it.
Regarding character death, well, I planned Wind to die, unless this battle rp turns into something more of a furthering adventure rp.
BIC:
Wind's eyes flashed bitterly, glittering with bloody tears. Her left hand curled into a claw. Breeze sensed the movement, and immediately reacted. :You will use that?: Breeze asked anxiously, snorting, before slamming a quick hoof down on the ground, snapping a flying bolt in two before it managed to reach Charcion's skull.
"Aid me," Wind merely replied. Breeze complied.
The rain poured down.
Gritting her teeth, she allowed herself to slide off her mount's back as he reared magnificently, mane flying. The stallion roared a challenge into the skies, hooves flashing in the air.
The wind stilled. Around them, the battle raged. Crouched, holding her wound, Wind knelt behind her wild friend as he threw the powerful spell.
Breeze glowed pale blue, gathering the elements of air around his body like a thick cloak. The wild stallion of the air suddenly brought his hooves down and bucked, striking the air above. The physical body of the horse suddenly disappeared, forming into a strange, liquid wind that snaked upwards. Without warning, it spun forward, like an abnormal tornado. Howling with fury, it struck swiftly into the wall of undead and Ebon guards like a giant fist that swept the wall aside as easily as a child breaking flimsy twigs. Behind the wake of the spell, Wind appeared before the vulnerable Necromancer. Her weightless staff once again found its way through the shattered breastplate. She was breathing heavily, but it will end here. Whether she kills him or not. She knew she would not survive. The wound was already affecting her. She closed her eyes, and two tears, pearly and red, traced a path down her pale face.
Wolf Fang Alpha!

OOC: The spell the elemental did was independent to Wind's initial spells. It takes 50 years to charge it up.
Anyhoo, I'll let you decide whether your character dies. Wolf Fang Alpha is just a fancy name for a soul-woven spell that's about several levels higher than normal wolf fang.
I'll stop hogging the spotlight now :P

[Arhra]

OOC: While I did consider character death, I think it would bring this story to a close too soon. I do seem to have become the main villian somehow and most of the spells would crumble without Nezurahl, which would be disastrous. Still I hope this is just as interesting.

A bright light radiates out as Wind pours the last of her life into the spell. The battle pauses as the undead pause and the soldiers gape at the otherworldly blast of elemental magic. The two mages can be glimpsed at as vague silhouettes in the depths of the maelstrom of wind and magic. Nezurahl calls forth his own twisted magic in answer as insubstantial fangs of wind tear at him. His staff smoulders as the elemental power falls upon it in full force and his arcane corpse-wards flash into nothingness before the onslaught. Desperately he shapes another ward before him, trying to divert and deflect the raging spell but it fractures before it is even complete. The razor-edged air tears at his flesh and soul even as he forges a bubble of crimson force that holds for a fraction of a second before crumpling inwards and imploding.

The eldritch storm fans outwards, the wise fleeing from the blinding destruction. It appears like a glowing dome of blinding white energy, unstable flares of energy crackling around it and deadly winds rushing from it. Tiny sparks of other magic can be glimpsed at by those who risk their sight by gazing into the spell's depths.

Inside the tempest Nezurahl reaches desperately for more power, many of the undead warrios crumpling to dust as he draws off the power used to animate them into their hideous rotting mockery of life. Using the extra burst of power he tries to weave more spells even as he reels from the backlash of his earlier wards breaking. On the verge of being consumed by Wind's final spell he feels the pulse of the stolen life force in his runic blade and frantically taps it.

With a final flash, Wind's spell reaches upwards to the sky like a huge beacon and then there is silence. The sound of a sword striking flesh seems to carry across the battleground with a peculiar clarity. At what had been the epicenter of the spell the earth itself has been plowed away, leaving a crater-like depression. Nezurahl, dread master of the undead, stands over Wind's body, the spirit seer slain by his hand. His tattered robes are smouldering and he leans heavility on his charred staff but some terrible will keeps him standing despite his injuries and the fell light in his eyes is undimmed. His voice hoarse, he whispers words that also carry across the battleground, "You will not escape me in death. Rise again to destroy my enemies."

All watch on in horror, too far away to interfere as the necromancer pulls together the dregs of his depleted power to clothe him again in his sinister majesty and speaks the abominable words to bind unwilling spirit into dead flesh and lifeless bone.

OOC: A little god mod-ish perhaps but I feel that the idea has a lot of potential and is very appropriate. It does let your character keep going after all Rhiya. You can decide what kind of undead you wish your character to become.

[Stik]

noticing that the gay dwarves had shot his best men Stik devised a plan for revenge. Stik pulled out a pint of beer while guarding the hallway next to doug. Being the Idiot dwarf he is he did not notice Stik slip poison in the beer and the giant charge placed on his back that would detonate at any sudden movement. AS doug drank the beer stik called all his assasins to him and told them to immediatly kill all dougs dwarves after he was dead. "choke*helpmeeee*choke" came from doug as he was wrigling violently from the poison, and then the bomb went off. No one had ever seen a more spectackular explosion as doug's peices flew all over the faces of his dwarves. Stik and his goblins immideatly took aim and fired, today was the day that so many dwarves were killed in such a short time. Stik and his crew cheered and climbed back in to thier zeppelin feeling a job well done

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Oye. I should post more eh...?

BiC:
Charcion lay on the floor, liberated from the horse. He got up with a groan and looked around, watching zombies vanish into dust. His gaze followed the trail of disappearing zombies and what met his eyes enraged him. The Necromancer still stood, and Wind lay limp on the ground. His grip tightened around his swords as he watched the necromancer regain his power. "I will not let you live past this day necromancer....". He charged, breaking free of the army of knights gawking at Nezurahl. He covered the distance in around fifteen seconds and slammed Nezurahl into the wall. Grasping the necromancer by the neck, he threw him to the ground, and raised his swords for the deathblow.

OOC: Sorry if it seems a bit not letting others do anything.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: yey! I gets to be evils! *dances*
BIC:
But the blow never came. Wind's already dead body snapped upwards and held the sword at bay with an iron grip. Grey eyes, no longer grey but black with the magic of the necromancer, glared outward. She watched emotionlessly as she threw the mere mortal back with inhuman strength. Watched helplessly as Nezurahl bound her death to her life. She was his now. A sneer curled her undead lips. Inside, she wept.
Drawing upon a nonexistant elemental power, brought from beyond death, she turned towards the apocalypse knights and unleashed a wall of howling fire that rolled towards them.

OOC: ebil is good >:)

[Arhra]

OOC: Well, I'm glad you're happy.

Nezurahl climbs to his feet still leaning heavily on his staff. It appeared that his choice had been the right one, but he was still desperately weakened. He had survived the magical cataclysm by using the life-force his blade had taken from Wind and so was still badly injured. Being knocked down by that knight commander had exacerbated his wounds. It was only through force of will that he clung to life. Hoarsely he croaks out, "Ebon Guard to me," even as the storm of fire scythes through the knights.

The bolder of the knights that had evaded the fire charge in towards him, knowing if they can kill the master necromancer then the tide of battle will turn greatly. But though weakened, Nezurahl is far from helpless. A ray of dark energy arcs out from his staff to the lead knight, seeming to clutch onto his face and then pulse with malignant life. The knight gives a muffled scream as his flesh withers and turns pale, the spell draining the life out of him. Nezurahl straightens slightly as he drinks the knight's life and then he makes an arcane gesture. The spell leaps from the dead knight onto the next, his courage not stopping him from succumbing to the dark magic. As the knights charge closer, the Ebon Guard close ranks around Nezurahl to protect him from harm as he gorges himself on stolen life-force.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Yay, I'm the only good guy left! *dances* By the way, Charcion ish not a Knitght Commander x.x

BiC:Charcion looked over his shoulder in surprise at the newly dead Wind clutching his wrist, right below Zar'roc. "I'm disgusted you let him take you so easy" he muttered to himself as he turned. He shook Wind's hand off his wrist and placed his hands on either side of his helm and removed it, letting it fall to the ground. He took off his cape and let it too, fall to the ground. Then he removed his breastplate, leaving him with only his leggings and lower torso armor left, his hair flowing behind him. He sheathed Bloodbringer and held Zar'roc in front of him, his emerald eyes gleaming through old age. "Now all I see are the eyes of a demon...." he muttered, taking a defensive stance. "Shall we?" he asked.

[Arhra]

OOC: My mistake. Btw, how is he a major if he has no army?

Nezurahl is still drained but he no longer teteers on the brink of death after drinking the life of some of his enemies. His reserves of magic are dangerously low however and while buoyed up by stolen life he is still weak. His voice still hoarse he orders a part of the Ebon Guard to retreat with him back to the castle. There he would be able to rest and fully renew himself. The wights whose steeds had been slain form up around him, locking shields together to form a nigh-impenetrable wall of steel with the necromancer at the center. They begin their return to the castle, cutting down any who stand in their path.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: sorry, i was really busy last night.

BIC:
Wind felt her soul binding forever more into her physical body, locking her mind and soul within an unbreakable gheas. Suddenly, the blackness of her eyes left her, and her sneer fell from her lips. Yet the necromancer's power bound her to him.
Nezurahl turns towards her with a command: "Kill him. Quickly."
Turning grey, dead eyes towards Charcion, she smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry."
She leapt forward, her powerful legs driving her newly dead body forward, as she readied to kill a man she had allied with.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Charcion HAD an army which he was Major of. They fought a great battle and only 4 or so survived.

BiC:Charcion watched Wind jump into the air, with the grace of which she still had when she was alive. He rolled out of the way as she landed where he was just awhile ago. As he got up he turned and swung with both hands clasping Zar'roc's hilt, toward her stomach.

A mile away in the Warrioth's Glade, Notikas stood, sensing the great battle ending, and Charcion fighting off a force that had been full of life one moment, and cold and grimy the next. He opened his eyes and tried to decide what to do.

OOC: Mind if I stick Notikas in there? I'm the bloody only good guy vs a Necromancer, a super undead shapeshifter, and a whole crap load of super powered Wights :confused:

[fub]

OOC: AND THE UNDEFEATABLE FLAMING HEAD

IC: Scotty, the only survivor of the massacre grabbed a crossbow. It was not just any crossbow it was Douglas' "I will avenge my captain" cried Scotty as he jumped down into the room and began firing like a madman on crank. As he just "sprayed and prayed" a dismounted wight attacked him from behind, destroying his spine. Scotty clumped to the floor and moaned one last sentence "die you unholy spawn of goblin excrements" and he fired the last bolt in his pack into the back head of the necromancer.

OOC:i felt sorry for obsolete and decided to give some support. Besides Scottys pissed at the lack of help provided

[Arhra]

OOC: The forces of good don't win every fight you know. Besides, Nezurahl is currently making his getaway with most of the Ebon Guard protecting him. The wight's aren't really that super powerful, they are just elite undead warriors with dread blades who are nigh impossible to kill short of total destruction of their body or cutting their heart out (which is tricky in a pitched battle). They don't get up again that fast, they lie still for several moments before stirring and clambering to their feet. Nastier wounds would take longer of course.

OOC: I should say a bit about the necromancy. If Nezurahl dies then almost all of the weaker undead would be destroyed as the spells that bind them decay. The greater undead (currently only Wind and the Ebon Guard) would survive but would be uncontrolled and may be weakened. The wights for example would be far easier to kill permanently.

As the bolt nears Nezurahl, one of the Ebon Guard moves and takes the bolt in its shield. The necromancer turns to see the dying dwarf but chooses not to waste some of his precious resevoir of magic upon him. Discomforted by the reminder of how vulnerable he is, he grasps an amulet around his neck, simply a fine gold chain with a crimson ruby set into it as a pendent, and smiles slightly when he senses the spells wrought in it. He breathes heavily and leans on his staff as he and his escort grow ever closer to the castle, even that slight exertion wearying him.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: If this battle rpg ever progresses into a story, I’ll let you know that I plan Wind to be a GOOD undead.
sorry for not posting for so damned long. My life caught up with me, and there was great suffering.

BIC: With the agility of a lithe panther, Wind twisted out of the sword’s reach. In one lightning quick movement, her hand slapped down on the glinting blade, gripping it with surprising strength. The sharp edges cut deeply into her newly dead flesh, but she was oblivious. She was bound, bound forever to carry out the wishes of Nezurahl. A little bit of blood won’t matter.
With a snake-like twist, she slipped under Charcion’s guard to deal a blow with her fist.
Not before the heel of the man’s palm struck her square in the jaw. She flew backwards a few steps before regaining her footing. No pain. But still the gheas commanded her. She launched herself again at Charcion.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Ugh, kill Charcion off if you want, if this turns into story-style, I'm bringing in Notikas though.... Just give him a damned honorable death.

BiC: This time though, Charcion did not dodge. As a result, both were launched onto the ground and rolled. As they stopped, Charcion brought his feet up, placed them on her stomach, rolled head first, and kicked with all his might, sending her flying across the floor. She stopped and held up her hands as Zar'roc came flying down. It cut to the bone, but did not sever. Charcion looked over her hands to her face and growled down at her, "By the blade I live, by the blade you die..." and pressed harder.

OOC: And by the way, how the hell am I gonna kill Nezurahl when I'm tied up with Wind? and Rhiya, just so you know, Charcion may not be human, but he can still tire, and he can still die, use that to your advantige, and see if you can give him an honorable death. He IS based off one of my Characters in Nexon's Dark Ages :D

[Arhra]

OOC: Ah, yes. That's always been the problem with wizards. All you need to do to kill htem is deliver a few feet of steel to the sternum. Getting it there is the problem. I have absolutely no problem with anyone killing Nezurahl as long as they do it properly. See if you can come up with something interesting.

Nezurahl looks back, sitll leaning on his staff for support, and smiles slightly. Raising that seer had proven to be an excellent decision. She was distracting the greatest threat to him and seemed to be winning. The castle was very close. Soon he'd be safe and be able to rest and heal. Then he would be able to scour these accursed knights from the face of the earth.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Charcion will die honorably, but not in this post :)
BIC: No pain registered in her bound mind. Only the dull gheas that pulsed and pushed her to fulfill Nezurahl's command. There was nothing for her here.
Yet, still, she could not give up. Not untill she had completed the necromancer's wish. Her uninjured, non-defending hand snaked upwards, placing a grip on the glinting blade. Zar'roc's sharp edges cut again into her fingers, spilling bright blood. Somehow, being newly ressurected meant fresh blood that still coursed in her veins.
Slowly, with titan strength, Wind prised the blade off her arm. Her unexpectant leg sweep caught him off guard. He was thrown onto the ground, and his grip on the sword loosened. Wind changed. Then and there, her body lost its flesh and blood, the physical trait melting off her bones as she transformed. A skeletal Sabre-tooth gnashed her teeth in front of him. The undead Shapeshifter.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Thanks o.o

BiC: Charcion jumped up and stood before the Sabretooth, grinning. "Two can play at that game.." he said, and drew Bloodbringer, holding it in his opposite hand. "LET'S DANCE" he yelled as he threw himself at the cat, shoulderfirst. It dodged by jumping over him, getting around to his unarmored back. Charcion gritted his teeth as the skeletal claws left bloody trails across his shoulder-plates. He turned quickly and swung both his swords with all his might, splintering a few of the cat's ribs. He with drew quickly and felt his lifeblood drip slowly from his wounds, and he felt something he hadn't felt in over a thousand years... Doubt for his own survival..

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: and NOW I will ATTEMPT to kill you.
BIC: Sensing the end, the skeletal feline ignored the shattered bones, circling her prey. Wind snapped her powerful jaws, the pair of oversized fangs clicking noisily as she prowled around Charcion.
Suddenly, she feinted forward. Charcion brought up his sword in defence, but the wound weakened him. Wind easily turned the sword aside, the edge chipping her skull. Then she was fully on him, her jaws closing in on his neck.
With a desperate heave, she was thrown off. Her bones clacked as they struck the hard earth. She resumed her human form as Charcion’s sword fell from a senseless hand. Blood dripped from the arm wound she had inflicted with a large claw.
With almost a casual, sad air, she walked towards him.
“I must finish you, now,” she said, broken. Her right hand rose, fingers splayed wide, lightning playing between her fingers. Then she thrust forward, sending the fatal lightning bolt towards Charcion.

[Arhra]

OOC: Hmm, a perfect opening for you to insert Notikas, Obsolete.

Nezurahl pauses as he hears those words. Turning aorund, he sees Wind preparing to administer the finishing blow. Victory was within his grasp and the knights teteered upon the brink of utter rout. A dark joy fills him as he watches Wind's spell stab out towards Charcion.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Rawr. Just so i don't hafta post another bloody profile, Notikas is almost exactly like Charcion, except his armor is white and silver instead of red and gold. He's not as strong, but is well trained in holy magic. and instead of having two swords and a big honkin' axe he has a silver steel saber. He's not as heavily armored though.

BiC: Charcion fell to his knees as the lightning bolt careened towards him. He took a final breath and closed his eyes, awaiting his long delayed trip to Hell. Just at the last second, Notikas jumped in from the side and gathered his divine power, creating a shield around him and Charcion. He growled with determination as the lightning bolt threatened the integrity of his mighty shield. "You will not take him today!" he yelled at Wind. He raised the cross around his neck and blasts of holy light shot out, turning most of the undead except Wind. With that he grabbed Charcion and disappeared into the shadows. He laid his cross on Charcion's wounds as they healed themselves.

"Thank you brother," Charcion gasped out. "You saved me." Notikas looked at him and said this and this only. "We must flee. If you die, the necromancer will try and make you his servant." Charcion growled out and hefted his other sword. "No. I will not run away. If it is my time, it's my time." And with that he charged out back towards Wind, his skin newly healed, but down one sword. Notikas rolled his eyes and charged out to assist his battle-brother.

OOC: Notikas' spells are these. 1 per day (Divine Shield, Mass Grand Heal.) 2 per day (Grand Heal, Lesser Divine Shield) 3 per day (Good Heal, Mass Turn Undead) At Will (Heal, Turn Undead) PS. If you think I'm godmoding by healing him, remeber this, HE'S STILL TIRED! CHARCION IS STILL TIRED! His flesh and bone and muscle are mended but he's STILL TIRED!

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: oooh, goody!
BIC:
“You are honorable, Charcion,” Wind whispered into the air as she watched him charge back towards her despite the other man’s protests. Then she suddenly threw her head back and roared, the inhuman cry rending the air and leaving both undead and alive shaken visibly.
Still, Charcion ploughed forward. Her secondary spell, Fear, did nothing to sway him. He was prepared to meet his end. Wind grimaced and charged forward too. But instead of throwing herself at Charcion, she slipped easily past his guard, unbalanced him with a shove, and struck the surprised Notikas in the jaw with a shattering punch. The unexpectant attack sent Notikas flying back, landing on his rump. Though thoroughly bruised, Wind had made sure that her punch did not seriously injure. She stood, several feet from the stunned Notikas and Charcion, her eyes closed. Silently, she marvelled at how she ceased the need to breathe. To live. Yet she cursed her new existence.
“This is not between you and me. If you wish your friend to live, you must kill the one that bound me,” she said with a heavy breath, “I will not stop until he is dead.”
Whether she meant Charcion or Nezurahl, they didn’t know.
Then, as suddenly as she had stilled, she was launching herself at Charcion, who quickly scrambled to his feet to defend himself. She lashed out, and Charcion barely had time to cover his face. Four bright gashes slashed down his forearm, immediately welling with blood. Then Wind was gripping both Charcion’s wrists and they tumbled to the ground, Wind going for his neck.

[Kildare]

OOC: GODS! I've only been off for a WEEK and my RP gets ridden with dozens of posts. Don't you guys even know the meaning of WAIT? Now, I have to read everything from the beginning to catch up with what I've been missing. Grrr...

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: apologies. We like the thread and the way the story is going.
To sum up what we've done so far: large demon has been defeated. The necromancer Nezurahl has ridden out to defend his castle, only to be faced by Wind. Wind dies and is resurrected as an undead (hence, now is evil) and now Wind is trying to kill Charcion. Nezurahl has retreated and is now steadily making his way back to the castle.

[fub]

OOC: in other news goblins phased out of the castle and a large number of dwarves killed including Douglas and Scotty

sorry about the short post and would it be possible to let me bring in a new charector

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Yea, I absolutly love this story line and the fact my character (s) will most likely die off soon! :D

As Charcion struggled to fight off Wind, Notikas slowly got to his feet. He was dizzy from the sucker punch. "I'm gonna feel that in the morning..." he shook his head to relieve his dizziness and retrived his saber. He stroked the cross around his neck as he pried at the power within him. He closed his eyes and gripped the mighty silver cross with all his might as beams of holy light began emmiting from the cracks between his fingers. He opened his eyes and removed his hand from the cross. His eyes met with Nezurahls, and he smiled slightly. "So you are the necromancer. Oh, great fun for me today." He raised his hand and opened his palm, then a blast of holy light came and was not two meters from Nezurahl when a wight jumped out and was completely disintegrated by the blast. He growled. "Damnit."

Meanwhile, the fight had not gone in Charcion's favor. He had dropped his sword and Wind had given him a new set of scratches, though not as deep or bad as the ones before. He managed to summon enough strength to punch her a few times, but it she was now undead, and wasn't fazed by any of his attacks. As he felt her hands going for his throat, he decided to take advantige of this. He swung with his left arm, was immediately caught then swung with his right, catching Wind off gaurd, and also sending her off of him. He massaged his wrists and turned to face her, saying only this. "Come now, finish what you started."

OOC: Sorry about not waiting Kildare, I just love this RP. Nice creation man. ;)

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Wind is by nature not evil, but since she is forced to do evil, she will do it regrettably, and will try to weasel her way out of the command if possible.
BIC:
“Unwillingly,” she merely replied before planting both feet on the ground.
“Get your sword. If you live by the sword, you will die by it.” Wind twirled a finger through the air.
“You’re not going to wield one?” Charcion dared to believe what she had said.
“My summoner has commanded me to finish this off quickly. He did not say which method. Now hurry,” Wind ignored his question.
Wind plucked at the air as Charcion scrambled for his sword. Dimly, she registered hope that Notikas would kill the necromancer in time. Or it will be too late for Charcion. A finger dragged through the air, creating a flaming line that expanded and took the form of a gleaming sword. It burned with inner power as she gripped it in her right hand. Now the only thing on her mind was to delay killing him as long as possible. To draw out her gheas. Cursing her now meaningless existence, she lunged forward, wielding the fiery sword with expertise.
OOC: this is taking longer than normal.

[Kildare]

OOC: LOL, I had the same RP here in http://forums.ffhybrid.com/index.php?showtopic=6602&st=0. It has a slightly different twist from THIS storyline here though. :P Not as messy too. :D

Anyway, what I want to know here is...What happened to MY character????

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Nothing. He's still outside, waving his sword wildly. Thought it would be stupid to kill off someone's character when their NOT THERE! By the way, sorry about not posting. I've had a serious outbreak of "life". My docter says I may die x.x

BiC: Charcion snatched up his sword just as Notikas unleashed another blast of holy light, only to get blocked by another Ebon Gaurd. Notikas growled. "You shall FALL this day Necromancer...."

Charcion sighed with relief as he felt Za'roc's familiar weight in his hands. He dimly turned to see Wind charging him. A new energy surged violently into his limbs. The doubt he had felt had turned itself into a panicked rush of adrenaline. He smiled grimly as he gritted his teeth and raised his sword to defend himself. His thoughts disappeared as only one new thing came into his head, survival. He felt Notikas trying to destroy Nezurahl, he need only fend off Wind for awhile....

OOC: Rhiya, three words. EARN. YOUR. KILL. I ain't gonna let some stray arrow ping around the castle and nick him to have him say "Blarg I am daed" and fall over. :D

[Arhra]

OOC: I'd assume that what he had been doing was commanding.

Nezurahl senses the tide of the battle spin once more into chaos as Notikas attacks him and his retinue while they retreat. Seeing no other option he sends out a command to all the undead engaged in lesser conflicts: Guard me. Notikas unleashes another blast of holy light but this time a mere skeleton blocks the attack. Notikas looks around and sees zombies and skeletons closing in on him from every direction. Knowing he is still in grave danger, Nezurahl casts a whisper spell to one of the chief commanders in the castle. He succinctly decribes what will happen if he dies and then cuts off the spell.

The din of the battleground is suddenly overhwelming by the sound of horns. The dark gate opens once more and the ancient castle vomits forth its might. Warriors clad in dark armour march side by side with chanting cultists leading chained horrors that gibber and snarl. Monstrosities crafted from the bones of many creatures and animated by necromantic rites tower above the rank and file, as archers armed with the necrotizing arrows march behind. Skeletal warrior-mages clad in partial robes and armour of frost float ominously a few feet above the ground, their hands and empty eye sockets crackling with baleful energies. Crawling from the winding catacombs beneath the castle come mutated humans goading long, pale, fleshy, snake-like beasts that pulse with dark power, many limbs bristling with long, flesh rending talons while overhead archers and mages ride winged nightmares dragged from the infernal planes. The rabble of undead suddenly form up into ranks and begin organised attacks upon the kngihts as the necromancers take direct control over them. All this is just a fraction of the onslaught of evil that faces the knights, threatening to bury their courage and discipline benath a tidal wave of clawing madness and terror.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: isn’t that a tad bit godmodding?
And yes, I.KNOW.THAT. I just don’t like to go about killing other characters. It dulls the whole rp, but if you really want her to kill Charcion, you can always have Notikas rip out her heart in vengeance ^_^”
BIC: Wind faltered. Even her gheas could not prevent her soul from recoiling in horror to the warped beasts that spilled out from the belly of the castle. Charcion, oblivious to them, lunged forward, seeing an opening. Wind felt the blade slide through her flimsy wind clothing, plunging deep into her stomach. Charcion’s left hand found her throat in a vice-like grip. She distantly heard her slender neck snap, and her body go limp. Even the power that bound her to her dead body was unable to face the obvious threat. She managed to squeeze some air through her mouth.
“Tighten your grip. Do not let me go.” Her whispered plead was loud in Charcion’s ears. She wanted to do so much more. She wanted to save all their lives, but now she can’t. Now, she can only try to save this man’s life, this man, whom she had met but a few moments earlier on.

[Arhra]

OOC: Not really. You get an army, the forces of darkness also get an army. I'm just trying to get across that there's more to the castle than just Nezurahl and a few minions. By the "tidal wave of clawing madness" I don't mean they have a vastly superior force, I just mean that it is a really intimidating thing to see. The castle is emptying itself and sending its full force against the knights. Its quite a desperate act really as if Nezurahl dies, one of their most powerful spell-casters will be gone and a fairly large chunk of their force would disappear too as he's the focus of quite a few of the necromatic spells. Also, they will take a while to reach the location of the characters.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: oooh i se

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Rawr. Thats a......... tough army to beat....... Might hafta get backup from Kildare on this, seeing as I control 2 guys. x.x One surronded by zombies and skeletons while the other is in the way of impending doom.

BiC: Charcion is startled as he hears Wind whisper to him. "Why are you saying this?" he growls. Wind tilts her head toward the advancing army, unable to find the air to speak. Charcion slowly turns his head. "In the name of Holy Hailfire..." he mutters, nearly speechless at the grand army before him. He quickly swivels his head back towards Wind and yanks Za'roc out of her stomach. He raises her to eye level and whispers back. "I do not know what you are planning, but I'll play along." He tightened his grip around her throat.

Things were'nt going so well for Notikas. Sweat poured down his neck from his now un-armored head, as he hacked down skeleton after zombie after skeleton. After each was felled another took it's place. He took a chance and started fighting defensively, all the while prying at his power as he took ahold of his cross in his free hand. He raised it and bellowed. "FROM THE POWER WITHIN ME I SMITE THEE!!" Beams of light shot from his cross as the many of the zombies turned away and began fleeing.

[Kildare]

BiC: All that Arthus saw was Chaos - and that he had lost his patience.

"ENOUGH!!!" The great Knight gave a mighty roar that shook the earth for over a mile away. "I will end this abomination of a Castle with my might and magic alone!" Then he raised his legendary sword, Armaggedon's Blade and pointed it towards the fortress. "Die Evil Ones!"

"Arnagtus Entreri Daegnus Tempus Daeo!(Holy Judgement of the Heavens)" Words of power tumbled from the Apocalypse Knights lips, and Armaggedon's Blade burned ever brighter.

Suddenly, the sky above the Castle split open to emit a great Meteor that came blazing down towards it's destination, intending to destroy everything within it's path and impact.

OOC: Sorry for the short reply, but it's late now. Gotta go sleep, ya know.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

She heard more bones in her neck snap and crumble beneath Charcion’s iron grip, rendering her body useless. No pain assailed her body. Not when she’s dead. Not when she’s an abomination to nature.
Still the gheas controlled her. Urged her bones to knit. To attempt to knit. If Charcion can keep his vice grip on her neck for a long enough time, it might just buy the man from his death, and buy her release from the necromancer’s power.
Her gheas has already tried to force her to use magic, but without the special nerves that connected her head to the rest of her body, the flow of elemental power was cut off. Deep within her suppressed soul, she screamed, HURRY UP!

[Arhra]

OOC: A meteor eh? Ouch. I'm going to have to whip out some serious magic to deal with that. Nezurahl's depleted right now but as I say - always have a back-up plan.

The assembled army of the knights cheer as they watch the meteor pummel its way through the air towards the sinsiter mass of the castle. Their victory was assured for what power could withstand the might of their leader, He who had summoned the wrath of the heavens to smite their enemies?

Nezurahl looks skywards with surprise. So their foes would call down the fire from the heavens to try to destroy them? Thinking quickly and acting faster he takes command of the situation, calling out in a voice used to command, "Mages, to me!" while not showing his own weakness. As the rest of the castle's forces mostly mill around in confusion and fear, the castle's mages purposefully walk towards a position atop a hill surrounded by their warriors. As they walk some marshal parts of the castle's forces and order them to protect them.

Guarded at the very center of the dark army, they move into a complex pattern: Nezurahl at the center with the other mages spreading out from him in order of their power. They form a circle formed of interweaving patterns that drag the eye inwards towards the middle and scratch runes of guiding and abjuration into the ground at their feet with their magic. The magic-users upon the side of the knights gasp as they guess at what is being formed before their very eyes. The mages closest to Nezurahl draw forth their power and pass threads of power to the necromancer. He threads together the mana given to him and he reaches upwards, beginning to chant a sonorous spell. The other mages join in, more strands of power weaving together into an eye-twisting dweomer. Magic builds and a nexus of power builds over the heads of the mages. As more power feeds into it and the chanting grows stronger it expands outwards, a purplish globe of pure magic that throbs with power, strands of magic from all of the mages linking into it. Tints of other colours race across its surface and a vague, huge outline of a figure can be glimpsed at, as if through thick fog.

The knights wonder what foul new sorcery this is, while their mages remain silent, fearing the worst. As they watch the chanting becomes faster and louder as it reaches a crescendo before falling away to almost nothing and the magical locus stabilises, glaring like a malignant eye. The dark mages remain focused, eyes closed and hands tracing patterns in the air, as above them their spell blazes like a miniture sun. Suddenly the nexus flares and a beam of crimson lightning stabs into the sky at the meteor. Everyone is rocked by a huge explosion, the force of which is like a hammer stroke, and for several dreadful seconds it appears as if the entire battlefield had been stained red with blood. In the aftermath there are cheers from the knights that swiftly turn to cries of alarm while the dark army is filled with vicisous jubilation. The terrrible spell-bolt hurled by the castle's mages had not destroyed the meteor. It had deflected it. Right towards the heart of the noble knights' forces...

OOC: Now, basically what the castle mages did was use circle magic to pool their power. Its extremely rare and dangerous as its prone to being disrupted but can be quite potent. However, the mages will be able to defend themselves with the nexus's magic. If its disrupted there can be horrible consequences and the bonds are only as strong as the weakest link. As for how Nezurahl had lead the spell while so the low on magic, the answer is simple - he acted as the conduit for the spell, and drew upon it for power.

[fub]

OOC: question to obsolete, do you get any sleep?
and another question. mind if I bring in a new charector if this rp goes to story (please do so)

Ic: Ummmmm yea i'm dead x2

[Kildare]

OOC: Do as you like, fub, just don't ruin the RPG.

BiC:

Arthus looked up in horror and surprise as his own devastating spell was deflected right at him when the meteor suddenly changed direction, as if it bounced of some invisible wall. He quickly raised his sword high and pointed it towards the blazing meteor that came flying towards them.

"My Knights! Use your magic!!!" Arthus called out for his men with a tremendously loud voice. At my command!" He said even as thousands of swords were raised up towards the meteor that threatened to obliterate them.

"Agnus Tempus!" The cry came out in unison as every knight focused their energies into the spell. Every sword in the battlefield blazed with burning blue energy as they combined their power with Arthus' own. An intense flash of light that suddenly emitted from the shining blades blinded everyone in the battle as thousands of lightning bolt burst from those very same blades to strike against their target.

Where the enemy mages failed to do, the Knights accomplished. The fiery meteor crumbled from the fierce assault of lightning bolts as they blasted chunks of rock from the meteor one by one, only to finally crumble in mid-air above the ranks of the undead.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: To answer Fub's question. Can't sleep, people die. I've murdered before in my sleep, I may do it again. Hey, aren't you the guy who tried stealing my sister? (Lines from Squidi.net)

BiC: Charcion watched the meteor juggle then explode over the knights. He squeezed harder on Wind's neck and said to her, "Whatever your planning on doing, do it quick". He heard the blood vessels of her neck strain. He felt the army approaching....

Notikas, once again, wasn't doing as well. He had recieved multiple scratches, bruises and cuts from the zombies, skeletons and Ebon Gaurd. He felt his stamina wearing and his movements became less and less rapid. He stabbed a dismounted Ebon Gaurd through it's heart and showed it it's own blood pumper when he felt strong arms wrap around his body. He felt decayed flesh and threw his head backwards, knocking the zombies head off and making his black pony-tail whip through the air.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Nezurahl's foul bindings on her made it a hard struggle. Yet, in the end, it won out. She unleashed a powerful blast of air just by smacking her lips and channelling her energies into it, knocking into Charcion's jaw like a powerful punch. His grip loosened, and then she was thrown away from him.
Bones immediately began to snap back into place. Torn muscles and the utterly destroyed nervous system likewise became whole. She rolled to her feet slowly, still struggling against the power that bound her.
The flame sword erupted from her hand, and she clutched it tenderly. Gritting her teeth, she leapt forward.
Just before she struck, she fell short to a crouch, thrusting upward. Charcion was ready, and parried it off easily. Wind's hand was batted off easily as well. She threw herself to one side as Charcion tried to cleave her in two, then came around behind him and, with a lightning fast jerk of her arm, hamstringed his right leg.

[Arhra]

In the midst of the chanting mages Nezurahl is filled with amusement. The knights had expended far more energy in destroying the meteor than the mages had in merely deflecting it. He prepares to direct the circle's power again, smoothing out snarls in the energy flows that could destroy them all if they were allowed to build. As one the mages turn their will upon the battlefield.

Firstly they focus their attention upon a space where a group of the knights have surrounded a large group of zombies, hacking at them until they don't get up anymore. The circle nexus fires a pulse of deathly energy right into the midst of the zombies, purplish energy crackling out. The knights closest to the blast feel their flesh wither as the unholy energy makes the zombies' bones warp and flesh swell into hulking, monstrous new forms. Renewed and invested with an unnatural alacrity by their transformation the undead tear into their foes, tearing them limb from limb with oversized teeth and bony talons.

[Kildare]

OOC: Damn, I hate to fight undeads using this character, since his equipment's special abilities(except the blade and the greave) does not affect the undead. Argh.

Arthus looked at the growing horde of undead before with intense exasperation and frustration. With grim determination, he began the ritual to activate the Greave of Famine's special ability - Famine's Wake. He had obtained that particular knowledge when interrogated one of the captured imps after the great Battle of Emancipation at the Citadel of Famine against the powerful Horseman of Famine, Agrimar, where he had obtained his very own greaves as a spoil of war. And now, it would serve him well.

The greave was made entirely out of dead vegetation and bones, yet it was a strong as the toughest steel. As Arthus reached the climax of the ritual, the greaves began to glow a black nimbus, and he could feel the aura of evil emanating from it.

Suddenly, from where Arthus stood, the ground began to slowly decay - turning into black, lifeless soil - and it started to spread throughout the battlefield. And then, from the decayed ground, hundreds and hundreds of large poisonous and fanged plants rose in exactly the same way the undead before them did. The poison these plants possessed could not possibly effect the mass of undead before them, but their rows of razor-sharp teeth could easily rend them to shreds.

At the area where the enemy mage had caused the zombies to warp into even larger abominations, a score or so of those massive plants rose from the ground to strike at them, ripping of limbs and flesh from their decaying bodies. The Knights took advantage of the reinforcements, they charged the zombies and began hacking them just as the zombies did to them just moments before.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: now waiting for obsolete to answer.

[Arhra]

"Fool," Nezurahl thinks to himself about the knight's leader, "he wastes his power upon the weakest of his enemies while he lets the true danger go unanswered. I will teach him the magnitude of his mistake."

Some of the monstrous beasts in thrall of the castle breathe forth fire from their toothy jaws upon the plants and begin burning them away. The monsters advance forwards through the burning plants, fire-blackened scales turning the attacks of dying plants with dark clad warriors following them. They reach the position of the zombies and unleash their fiery wrath upon the knights, the knight's resolve no match for the inhuman rage of the fiery monsters. The zombies begin to rise again, though some have simply been hacked down too many times, thier binding spells dissapated.

While a part of the army begins to advance with the plants selectively being burnt down to hinder their foes, some of the knights have circled aorund the carnage and prepare to make a devastating flank charge against the vanguard. If they were killed it would throw the castle force's advance into disarray, allowing the knights force to isolate a section of their foes and fall upon them. Their chance never comes. A silent burst of death magic erupts in the midst of them, invisible save for the sensation of a massive shadow briefly passing over them. The proud knights fall, their warcries upon their lips, as the spell snuffs out their life.

That danger removed, Nezurahl considers his forces overall condition. Elements of the castle's army, mostly the shocktroops like the bone giants and some of the ensalved horrors were advancing fast and looked to gain decisive advantages in position while a sizeable guard still clustered around the hundred or so mages participating in the circle ritual at the back of the force. Phalanxes of archers with their deadly arrows and demonic cavalry remain in reserve, ready to be commited to any tight spots. Over the battlefield mages mounted on flying steeds relay the battle to him as they hurl spell down upon the knights below. An unpleasant smile playing across his mouth, Nezurahl directs the linked mages in weaving a new spell.

[Kildare]

Note: New plants will replace the dead ones unless you somehow manage to remove effect on the soil.

"My God," Arthus swore when he saw every spell and action he made thwarted by the unknown enemy within the evil fortress. And even with all that effort, more undead and demons began to advance from the castle gates. "What evil do they have in there?"

"Archers!!" He called out to the Knights at the rear of his dwindling army. "Take them down!" He pointed at the mages mounted on strange, demonic steeds the colour of night which had just emerged from within the confines of the castle walls.

A regiment of Knights wielding longbows and crossbows took aim and fired, releasing a storm of arrows that cut through the air to their intended targets, taking many of them down. Arthus could see dark, shadowy figures falling from the skies only to crash unto the bodies of their "comrades" below.

Seeing the threat in the skies slowly being neutralized, he removed an Ogre horn from his back-pack and blew on it, sending a loud blaring noise the resounded more than ten miles away.

At first, nothing happened as the enemies atop the castle looked at him with curiosity and perplexity of his unexplained actions, but then, a great roar - no, a hundred great roars - from the east shook the earth as the skies above the battlefield turned dark as if they were covered with thick smoke. But no, it wasn't smoke. It was the shadow of a hundred knights mounted on Wyvern's that suddenly came soaring down unto the startled residents of Castle Doom, sending balls of fire blazing down upon their intended targets below. These were the Dragon Knights, the very same order that had tutored many of the first-generation Apocalypse Knights in the arts of combat, for their prowess in battle were unmatched in battle.

And as if the fabled Dragon Knights were not enough, a sudden storm of arrows sizzling with blue, electrical energy came raining down upon the unsuspecting zombies and monsters below, taking down ranks upon ranks of undead and demons. For lo, from the west a thousand elven pegasi riders came flying through, the silver glow of their elven platemails glistening in the moonlight. They were armed with delicately made longbows that are unmatched in precision and effiency by any other in history. The elves of Stormwood continued to send rains of electrical bolts down upon their hated enemies who were caught in a crossfire of fireballs and charged arrows. For the remaining mages up in the skies that survived the earlier assault, there was no hope as they were systematically burned to ashes or were cut through by sizzling steel-tipped arrows.

And the dreadful battle on the ground below continued as the Knights made a desperate charge to break the enemy lines and assault the castle walls to destroy the final evil within.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here.

BiC: Charcion fell and held back a roar of pain as two of the tendon's in his leg were broken. He gritted his teeth as he rolled out of the way of Wind's flaming sword, scorching the earth where he was not half a second ago. He got up with difficulty, leaning heavily on his left leg. Wind's sword flew down to his left leg in a hope of disabling him, but the blow as easily parried by Za'roc's crimson edge. One of Charcion's hands flew up as he back-handed Wind in the jaw, as he growled in anger. He couldn't rest while that walked the earth. He just couldn't. He wouldn't.


Notikas began doing slightly better, as Arthus' reinforcments devastated the undead army. He smiled as a fellow Paladin fought alongside him without knowing it. Beginning to move faster, he felt invigorated as Dragon Knights filled the sky. Chopping a zombie in half, jumping through it's dead body, The Paladin of the Temuairian Knights was a force nearly none could withstand. Nearly.

[Kildare]

OOC: Heh, I just had a thought. Do you want me to excorcise Wind, or return her from the dead? I could do it, you know.

[Lord Hisstor]

sounds like a good story uv got going is there space here for little evil me

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: it depends either way. As an undead, she is aligned to evil, even though she doesn't want to (as my friend carefully explained a bit of D&D to me) but yeah, if you wanna, you can exorcise or ressurrect her.
@ hisstor: there is space for you ^_^ just too many ebil people here. We need some good guys. :)

BIC:
Charcion's backhand took her completely unawares. She heard her jaw break, then reknit together just as quickly. Damnit, I want to die! her soul screamed. She rolled to her feet and in that same movement, lunged at Charcion again. Her deadly blade gouged forwards in a twistig motion, but Charcion parried it to one side, aiming another blow at her head. She rolled her neck wildly, and the man's fist merely grazed her ear. But it threw her off balance, and Charcion's injured leg came up in a bone-crunching knee that shattered her leg. Unable to recover fast enough, Wind felt, dimly, Charcion's fist punch into her lower spine. She heard the distinct snap. Damnit, she twisted around even as she fell, blocking a fatal blow from Charcion's blade. Baring her teeth, she lashed out with her left hand and her fingers dug into Charcion's wound. Dimly, she heard him cry out. But the Gheas would not release her. Not until she has killed him. And even then, she would be compelled to return and defend Nezurahl.

[Kildare]

OOC: LOL, I might as well resurrect you and leave some space for our newcomer here....:P

[Arhra]

OOC: Well really there only 2 evil people and 2 good ones at present. It doesn't really matter which side you go on Lord Hisstor

Nezurahl's smile widens. The fool had finally commited his reserves and still hadn't even touched the core of the mages. While he feels annoyance at the large scale elimination of his observers at least some of them had had the sense to cast a spell of invisibility and fly higher. He partions his awareness, one part focusing on controlling the nexus while the other assembles a whisper spell. After giving his orders to one of the frontline commanders he returns his full attention to the spellcrafting.

The knights charge forwards and, aiming for a weakpoint in the enemy's lines, they crash into the castle's lines. The dark warriors fall back into retreat, seemingly unable to stand up to the knghts' prowess. But as the knights give chase, human-like fiends riding sleek lizard-like beasts move to cut at their flanks. Unarmoured, moving like the wind itself and armed with long twisted spears and short bladed scimtars they slice at the knights, impaling armoured warriors on their wicked lances. The knights struggle to even land a blow on the lithe fiends that dance around them, the demons' pale skins becoming bespattered with their foes' blood.

As the pegasi mounted elves and the Dragon Knights swoop around the castle Nezurahl and the nexus mages unleash the spell they had been preparing. Completing the spell with a single simultaneous cry, the nexus hurls a fountain of battle magic skywards that splits and splits into innumerable smaller bolts, looking like a great tree of jagged lightning. Screaming through the air the bolts seem to seek out the elves and the knights, their mounts finding it nigh impossible to dodge the dark magic. Those struck have dark energy crackle over them, those not killed outright feeling nothing but despair for the magic paralyses as well as kills. With the wingbeats needed to keep them aloft stilled, they have nowhere to go but down.

Nezurahl coughs blood. The spell had taken more out of him than he realised. He would have to be more cautious with his magic as he was still badly injured. Drawing more power from the other mages, he continues to keep the complex mana-flows in the pattern needed. If they shifted too much it would spell disaster.

OOC: Yes, I do realise I've just commited a moderate atrocity. Mages are nasty things and a hundred working together is even worse. By the way Kildare, you seem to think that the mages are inside the castle. They're actually on the battlefield with a sizable portion of the army guarding them.

[Kildare]

OOC: OH my. My mistake. I should have taken the time to read the previous three dozen posts. :P But since you know anyway, I'll just leave it as it is.

BiC:

"Fools, they think we are," Arthus laughed and scorned at the latest action of the dark mages. They had smug expressions on their faces as they thought they had defeated their enemy. "Well, I'll teach them fools..."

For lo, the hundred Dragon Knights and the thousand elves were actually SHADOW replications of the original. This was the work of the powerful Archmages of Azeria. They had managed to duplicate the forms of their targets into a shadow clone, and these clones had the abilities of those they had duplicated, and were also made of some substance. Thus, these shadow clones were able to hurt and kill their enemies while the true ones hid a mile or so away. However, one hit on these clones would cause them to disappear like wisps. And so it was with these clones as the enemy mages spellbolts struck them.

And now, a hundred or so feet higher up in the air, the TRUE Dragon Knights and Stormwood elves came sweeping down to decimate their enemies once more, just as their predecessor clones did.

This attempt had to work. But should it fail, Arthus still has one last card to play...And should he be forced to consider this option, it would ensure that the evil within Castle Doom will never be able to expand it's influences unto the world...

[PhoenixFlame]

I'd like to join this RP if you all dont mind.
Seeing as i would balance the "teams" again.

If you do mind, simply ignore this post, I will post my character here (as requested) and do nothing of any consequence until someone else posts ;) .

I'd consider this overpowered, but what with Apoc Knights and Liches with 150 Mage lackeys running around, why not.
Name: Aeris Mahoney (No relation to any other character, just like the name)
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 5'4", 125 lbs.
Class/Job: Phoenix Guard (Custom DnD Class, Cleric PRC, Description below)
Appearance: Blue Eyes, Firey Red Hair, Fair complexion.
Alignment: Lawful Good

Class Overview: Phoenix Guards are basically Clerics who serve to protect and care for Elder Phoenixes when they are reborn, and to care for their kith. While genrally not seeing much combat, they are trained with minor arcane prowess by their patron, and thus have moderate offensive magic. This comes at the price of wearing little to no armor for fear of spell interferance.

Patron Phoenix, and reason for being here: Vosh, Aeris's Patron Elder Phoenix, is an old Firebird, and is very sarcastic and cynical for one of his race. He especially hates the undead, and uses his guard retinue to seek and destroy greater undead who could be capable of gaining followers and going on a killing spree. Aeris was dispatched to aid to assaulting forces on the Castle of Doom, but, due to a poor map, arrived late.

Superbasic Personality Overview: Aeris is a rather Prodigious Phoenix Guard, easily mastering skills far and beyond her age with relative ease. Like most humans, she learns quickly, but does not excercise all the discipline that needs to come with these skills.

Items of Note
Mithril Staff: Aeris's Mithril Battlestaff is a generic battlestaff with a ruby Foci and a Phoenix Feather Core. Notably increases Curative magic effectiveness, especially on humans. (they are simple and easy to repair)

Phoenix Medallion: Being Vosh's Personal Favorite, Aeris was given the Medallion Phoenix, a powerful magical necklace that ressurrects the weilder upon death once per day. It also provides protection agaisnt death magic.

Phoenix Guard Battle Robe: A White robe with a flame design, underlayered with mithril ringmail for maximum mobility while providing decent protection.

Holy Symbol: Used for turning lesser undead.

Charged Mana Crystal: A Mana crystal charged with enough mana to vaporize the average mage. Why on earth Vosh gave this to her is beyond comprehension.

Spells of note: DnD Heal Line, Searing Light, Sunbeam, Immolate, Restore, Arcane Haywire (disables/intereferes with arcane magics already cast for approximately 30 seconds)

((That be it, Yell at me if you think i need to change something))

Aeris carefully walked through the dense woods, knocking brush and vines aside with her staff. "Gah. getting lost is overrated, I'll be lucky to even get there before the battle is over." She sighed, Looking at her ruined map. After a short while more, she reached the edge of the forest, a war-torn battlescape streching out before her. In the distance, a castle could be seen, and hundreds of Dragon Knights and what appeared to be Pegasi were being assailed by an awe inspiring display of arcane magic from the ground. She stood in shock as the battle raged on. In the foreground, she could see a knight dueling with a woman who didnt look quite dead, but had to be, because no unarmored mortal could survive the bloody fray they were engaged in. Aeris tapped her necklace, trying to contact Vosh back at the sanctuary. "I am here" she said, "This appears to be the castle." "Well of course it is, silly girl. What other place would be swarming with undead, and crackling with more lethal energy than the last arcane magiks show in Vimmerheim?" Vosh replied. Aeris shrugged, and slowly walked onto the field.

[Obsolete57]

OOC: Holy... Lotsa stuff happens while I (try) to sleep.

BiC: Charcion swept down with his sword, in an attempt to sever Wind's hand, but she pulled away at the last minute. He felt the pain dull to a throb, as he jumped to the side, barely avoiding Wind's sword, and he thrusted Za'roc through her stomach as he flipped her over his head. Lastly, he stepped on her neck, snapping the bones which he knew would knit if constant pressure wasn't applied. She pulled another one of her magic blast things that hit him square in the face. He stumbled backwards and shook his head to clear it as he looked Wind straight in the eyes as she got up. "Why won't you just goddamn die....." he said. Suddenly, he felt another presence approaching the battlefield, and swiveled his head for little less than a second. He mentally smacked himself. "Don't get distracted you fool..." he thought.

Notikas fought for his life, as the amount of zombies, Ebon Gaurd, and skeletons increased. He too, felt the presence Charcion sensed, yet he was not in an honorable duel, so he could investigate. He slashed a zombie in two as he searched for a patch of shadows. Spotting one, he jumped past his new assailant and made a mad dash towards them. As he reached them, he saw the new Dragon Riders and elves drop from the sky, only to be replaced a few moments later. He smiled and saluted the other paladin for his cunning, then turned back to the task at hand, disappearing into the shadows.

OOC: Yay! Reinforcement! Now for characters good guys have Arthus, Notikas & Charcion and Aeris! Against hordes of undead, Nezurahl, and the newly dead Wind!

[PhoenixFlame]

((OOC: Ask and you shall recieve! I better do something before Charcion becomes Zombie Wind's newest chew-toy.))

Aeris took another moment to survey the battlefield. It seemed the main threat was the large spellcircle of magi, but Aeris knew she couldnt simply charge in and politely ask them to stop, so she turned her attention to the more immediate situation, The beleaguered knight. "Start small, work your way up." She muttered, sprinting toward Charcion. Charcion seemed to glance in her direction for a moment, before turning back toward Wind, who had sprung back to her feet with unhuman speed. "Blast! I wont make it in time..." Aeris thought to herself, "and I'm too far away to use a spell... Wait. maybe, but I'd be temporarily vulnerable..." However, seeing the knight's condition, she threw caution to the wind, and gave a silent prayer "Lathander, help me be accurate and swift" ((No gods specified, I'll use him)) She stopped, held her staff like a javelin, and yelled "Seraph Strike!" The staff burst into an array of white light, and she launched it at Charcion's assailant, giving a quick prayer for accuracy, before resuming her run onto the field.

((by the way, didn't we pass the post limit for one thread?))

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Bah, i'll start the new thread if you guys wish.