Battle of Castle Doom

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.