Battle of Castle Doom

[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.

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...