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GenieLord
GenieLord


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posted April 25, 2007 09:11 PM
Edited by GenieLord at 16:48, 28 Apr 2007.

Foular and Er-Saff stand in front of Al-Shahar, the largest Academy city and the capitol of the area.

"This town will be mine" says Foular.
"How will you capture it?" asks Er-Saff.

"Ah, there's no need to capture it..." says Foular "It seems like you haven't learned anything through all these years."
Foular sounds quite exited. That makes Er-Saff nervous.

"You know that I'm famous for my Meteors Shower spell. I defeted your army with that, once, after you betrayed me..." says Foular evily.
He raises his wand, without waiting for a reaction.

Huge meteors crash on the city. Meteors in size of hoses, even estates.
Er-Saff is totally shocked.

"Why did you do that? They'll hate you now!" says Er-Saff.
But Foular doesn't seem concerned at all. "Wait and see, Er-Saff" he says.

Foular teleports into the town. He talks to the circle of 9: "Did you see what Vokil did to you? Did you see those huge meteors?"

"Was it him? Did he came back to the world?" they ask.
The wizards didn't even sespect a mage, one of their brothers.

"Yes. He wants to conquer the world. He sees you as enemies. I'm  Foular. I've tried to kill him since he came back." The wizards of the circle are shocked, trying to digest all this information.

"Anyway, he tries to kill us all. Why won't we cooperate?" says Foular.
"Our army isn't ready for a war. We don't have commanders..." they answer.

"I'll command your army." says Foular quickly." Start practising and making artifacts. We'll win them..."

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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted April 26, 2007 12:37 AM

"So you have started gathering an army" Foular hear a voice behind him hiss. Foular turn around, facing the demon. Dagda Mor grin.

"Pleasure to meat you, my dear wizard, I have heard you could be interested in joining my army." he stop, lifting the Doom Staff into the air and shot a beam of red fire into the skies.

Foular heard a sound, like claws against earth, but in so huge numbers... he looked behind Dagda Mor, seeing the mountains behind him. The once snow-white tops were black, the mass moved down toward them. It seemed like a never-ending wave of demons, in all shapes.

"This is the army I control, this is the army that shall conquire this world. My first goal is to destroy all enemies that control magic, but even in front of my first goal is revenge! Revenge over the damned elves that sealed us behind the Forbidding Wall..." he trailed off, snarling. "They don't control the same magic as they once did, they controlled magic even more powerful than mine. But as the need for it were gone the magic has dissapaired, now the elves don't know how to control the powerful part anymore, which is good!"

He looked back at his army.

"Isn't it huge? Do you really think anyone in this world can resist such a power?" Dagda Mor spoke almost more to himself as to Foular.

Foular looked at it, he was pale as his genie. Changeling came up to Dagda Mors side, then something huge and man-shaped, about 8 feet tall, came forward too. Foular felt an unknown feeling of fear, this creature was no good. He tried to look into the cowl, to see the head of the creature. It wore a black cape, and none of its limbs were possible to see.

"It is Reaper." Dagda Mor said, noticing the look of Foular. "He has just killed the royal elven family, as you maybe feel is he pure evil. The only purpose of its existence is to kill, it is what it find natural. It would kill you now if I asked it to, it is almost powerful as I am... I would not fight it if I were able to, because he would have a little chance even to kill me." Dagda Mor looked over at his slaughter. "But he won't try, he respect my powers!"

Dagda Mor took forth the elven sword. He excamined it for a few moments before he stabbed it into the ground just before Foular.

"If you will be my commander, this sword of life, of destruction, is yours." he said.

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Shadowcaster
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posted April 26, 2007 06:01 AM

The spray heightened. There was a storm brewing in the east, a bane to Azarr's course. He was not seeking work, but an old friend from long ago who had disappeared once the work Azarr did became too dangerous for him to stomach. Clesius -- that was his name -- had never approved of Azarr's antics, and the two had not spoken in nearly three years. Not to say they weren't still friends; the two simply hadn't crossed paths since his had drifted seaward.

But now Azarr needed his help, the friend that had taken to the books and become a master strategist. War was on the horizon. The Isle of Regna, the homeland of both Azarr and Clesius, had unearthed a strange and mysterious relic from ages long past and the pirates were banding together to claim it. Wanderers were being called in from all ends of the earth, but Clesius had not surfaced. Rumors led him to the Mausoleum of Alvar, the last remnant of a darker era where demons freely roamed the earth and the dead never quite died. If it weren't for the hero Zeo, who knows what chaos would have stooped the land.

The pirate hunter was headed for Ravenshore, the largest port in all the land, where he would again pick up his friend's trail. Azarr was an excellent tracker, but, if he knew Clesius, he wasn't going to be easy to find, even for him. The shore was in sight now, or rather the welcome beacon shining out through the storm and steering. He'd made good time and beaten the storm, or so it had seemed.

A dark fog swept in from the north, obscuring the lighthouse and essentially blinding the crew of the Exion. "No worries," Azarr reassured his crew, only a few of whom had sailed with him before. The pirate hunter's tendency to take on only the biggest prey and the most dangerous missions had cost him many a crew, but his recompense for success against such bleak odds had more than paid for their replacements. Azarr's view of his crews as expendable resources had done little to earn him friends, and it became harder and harder to find men to work with him. Thankfully, his reputation as a man who challenged his crew to the fullest attracted the hardiest sailors from seaports far and wide. The one that stuck with him were usually his for life, adapted to the seas by the veteran pirate hunter.

"Hold her steady!" shouted Azarr to his crew, making sure to keep his own voice calm despite some lingering fear that something terrible was closing in. As they neared the shore, he signaled the sails to be drawn in. Though he knews this harbor better than any, Azarr wasn't going to chance destroyed his valued ship over a hotheaded rush to the docks. It was the only aspect of his life where he exhibited any measure of caution, and it hadn't sunk in the three years he had been away from shore.

When he reasoned they were close enough, Azarr motioned for a halt and descended the deck to man the feeder boat. He selected the two among his crew that had remained in his employ the longest and left the rest to guard the boat. The captain's words were few, and so his admonition to preserve the Exion at any cost were not taken lightly.

The trio pushed off into the fog and drifted shoreward.

Hours passed, but the boat still had yet to reach dry land. Azarr knew he had gone in the right direction, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he would never see his crew -- or his ship -- ever again.
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VokialBG
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posted April 26, 2007 08:48 AM
Edited by VokialBG at 08:52, 26 Apr 2007.

Vokil was back to his castle.

Vokil: Now lets see again... Arcon is even not a problem... the mage will try to attack me, he will use the djinn and get an army... I must see something...

Vokil kindled a small brazier and fall in trance again.

He was in a distant town... with many towers and mosques, and there was the mage from the desert and a djinn... on a counsil... and a demon with an ancient sword in his hand...

Suddenly, he get to other place, he was young and in front of his father

Niagun (the father): Vokil, my sun

He took out his sword.

Niagun: This is my sword, Vokil, the sword of my father, and the sword of his father... I must leave this world, my sun, my time is over! I'll go far away in unknown lands...

Niagun:I'll take only my best knights with me. And you'll be the King! Take my sword and my ring, Vokil, they are yours now!

And we the ring was in his hand he was in other place. His Coronation.

People: Long Life the Kind! Long Life the Kind! Long Life the Kind!

Vokil was out of the trance again...

Vokil:... the mage is back in the game...
Vokil:Ehhhh... then he is a fool, after all... and he will lead and army, and aims to kill me...
Vokil: Where is my sword, Blacky?
Blacky: A sword?
Vokil: And my Ring! My fathers sword and his ring!
Blacky: Can't you remember, Sir, they are in the Lichs crypt.

Vokil: Hmmm then I'll get them from there!

Vokil went to one of his hall again and take from there a key, a box in the form of pentagram, a bottle with strange colours, a map, a book, some more pouches and small wooden doll.

Vokil go the castle's dungeon and lifted one of the heavy stone slabs on the floor, there was a strange ancient knife and he took it.

Vokil: I love this castle, everything that I need is here!

Now the crypt. after not more then 2 hours, Vokil was in front of the crypt's entrance, he enter in the boulding and meet a Lich.

Lich:You again! You are alive!
Vokil:And I'm here for my sword... and my father's ring... and "the book of the thousand bayonets"
Lich:Master, give me the moon knife and I'll rise the sword

Vokil gave his knife to the Lich.

Lich: Now you must wait here, Master Vokil

30 after with words the Lich came again with an old key:  Follow me, Master Vokil They went to a gigantic hall with many weapons, magical stuffs, rings, books...

The Lich opened an old chest.

Vokil: Hmmm, the wax seal is broken...
Lich: I'm here only to serve, Master Vokil

Vokil, took and sword, ring and armour from the chest, when the sword touched Vokils skin it start to shine in dark red. He put the ring on his finger, the sword in his sheath and the armour on him...

Vokil: The book!
Lich: There is no book, Master Vokil
Vokil: Whaaaat???? "The book of the thousand bayonets" is lost!
Lich: Master Vokil, the book was with an old stranger, a vampire...
Vokil: Where is he?
Lich: He went on long journey in the Dagger Wound Islands, seeking for new artifacts, but he never come back...
Vokil: Then this is what I must do, the book is important for me.
Lich: But... Why ,Master Vokil, the book is nothing! it's not a magical book, it's not a weapon, it is just a text!
Vokil:Yes it is just a text... for you! Only vampire can use the book's power
Vokil:Saddle my horse, and bring me here the best of your knights, start the Liches counsil in the large hall. To the Dagger Islands!
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posted April 26, 2007 06:36 PM

Dougal comes out.

Dougal: the Book of Thousand Bayonts is mine.

He gives it to Vokil.

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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted April 27, 2007 02:59 PM

Hundred Charnal trolls steps out of the fog, surrounding Vokil and Dougal. The Matur, the leader of the legion take a step against them, talking in a rough voice.

"Give me the book, our leader wants it. Dagda Mor knows how to use all magic, even if it is not meant for his race." He tighted his grip around a giant mace. "We won't hesitate killing you, but our leader said he wanted you for himself." the leader added to Vokil.

Vokil went pale, he was undead, but an army on this size was powerful. On the size of the trolls he saw that one of them could battle and kill a behemot without big problems.

"The book is mine!" Vokil said in low voice, thinking how he may be able to get away.

In the skies he saw dark shadows, demons. He looked over at Dougal, who were even paler than himself. Vokil opened the book, and looked inside.

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GenieLord
GenieLord


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posted April 27, 2007 03:50 PM
Edited by GenieLord at 15:56, 27 Apr 2007.

Quote:
Dagda Mor took forth the elven sword. He excamined it for a few moments before he stabbed it into the ground just before Foular.

"If you will be my commander, this sword of life, of destruction, is yours." he said.


Er-Saff is staring at Foular, trying to warn him.  
But Foular takes the sword.
He looks at it, and seemed to be very interested in this kind of strong magical artifact.

He has just associated with the wizards. Will going with the demons is the right choise?
After all, wizards will never be able to see the demons as allies.

However, they can't stay neutral in the up coming war.
They are against the demons' enemies, so why not cooperating with them?

"I'm with you" says Foular "as ally rather than a commander".
Er-Saff is pale again.

Dagda Mor: "And your allies the Wizards, are they..."
"Coming with me? Probably yes." says Foular "How happy will they be after hear that we fight with old enemies, I don't know..."

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posted April 27, 2007 04:28 PM

Suddenly, Dougal attacks Hundred Charnal with a calymore and cast Curse on him.

"You will never get me!" said Dougal.

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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted April 27, 2007 05:58 PM

Dagda Mor grin and his sharp teeth shows.

"That sword is a promise to the person that gave it to you, when you accepted it, you also gave me your soul. If you try to kill me, or any of my demons your soul will be lost. If you lose your soul, you can only accept orders from me." He looked over at Er Saff. "You were right, if he wanted to do me anything, he shouldn't have accepted the sword. But if he want to fight with me, against the enemy, then the sword will be powerful enough to destroy most living or undead!"

He turned the back to Foular, and walked back to his army.


Dougal try to escape, the cursed troll lay at the ground in pains. One of the other trolls, a huge beast on more than 10 feet, threw his mace in the back of Dougal. Dougal fell to the ground.

"He is not dead." the troll say, picking up the body. "We take him back as prisoner." the troll bind his arms and legs, taking away all his weapons and but a cowl over his head. Then putting him over one shoulder, and walking back into the army.

He walks over and cut the head of the cursed troll, then turn against Vokil.

"You can go, Dagda Mor will hunt you down on his own." then the army moves off, with the book and Dougal as prisoner.

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MightyMage
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of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
posted April 27, 2007 06:45 PM

Danger...evil...darkness
Greer awoke from yet another sleepless night.  For the past three days, the dreams that haunted Greer's mind were filled with images of evil and betrayal.  A war was coming.  Normally this would not have bothered Greer yet still these dreams plagued him.


"Man with his wars.  It will never end until someone has all the power."

That day Greer climbed to one of the top most towers in The Red Castle.  Something, perhaps his dreams, told him to keep watch.  Several hours passed when suddenly Greer thought he spotted two specks in the distance.  For an old man, Greer had incredable sight but not nearly that good.  
He got up and headed down a few flights to retrieve his spy scope.  This tool had been particularly handy for picking off trespassers.
Now to wait...

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in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage.  For he is all I could ever
want to be!
- OhforfSake

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VokialBG
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posted April 27, 2007 07:37 PM
Edited by VokialBG at 19:37, 27 Apr 2007.

Quote:
"You can go, Dagda Mor will hunt you down on his own." then the army moves off, with the book and Dougal as prisoner.


Vokil: Hey you troll!

The troll turned back:

Troll: What you little, dog in armour?
Vokil: You've forgotten something!
Troll: ???
Vokil: The magic sentence

The trolls are powerful creatures but they are stupid, as stumps.

Troll: ???
Vokil: The magic sentence is: "Plese give me the book, plese don't kill me!"

The troll was so mad:

Troll: You little! I'll eat you!
Vokil: You must know some things about me, 1. I'm the Seer Kind, 2. I'm not mortal like you and 3. You and yout master's aremy are doomed, give me back the book, or I'll give you an axe in your head!
Troll: Hahahahahha, you are so funny, king of something... hahahah
Vokil: Gooooood,... then you want the axe!

He took moved his fingers, and use tho words:

Danaga tina kavarina,
davana kima navarina,
davana tita mavarina


Vokil: Now you troll give me the book, or you'll suffer!
Troll: ???
Vokil: Just turn back

The troll turned back, all the troops were now in the magical control of Vokil.

Vokil: Thanks to Er-Saff and give me the book!
Troll: Never!

Vokil used only one of his fingers and the troll was torned on thousand of peaces.

He went to the troll's arm and took the book.

Vokil: Now you, the troll army, drop the weapons on the ground!

The army was still in the Vokil's control, so they droped the weapons on the ground.

Vokil throwed up his hands and all the weapons started to fly agains the army. Swords, spears, arrows, they all were in the Vokil's control the army was defeated, only by Vokil.

Vokil: Now lets see...
Vokil: Liches! I want the power! Now!
Lich: But, Master you are to young for the power!
Vokil: This was a whole army of trolls, the demons will bring here more troops! I need the power!
Lich: Maybe you are right, Master.

The lich took the book opend it on page 333 and start to read:

Lich: The Master of the prophetical book, the Master of the moon sword, the master of the blood ring is the man who will lead the people of Shadowspire, the old king will become new one!

Lich: Lord Vokil, master of the sword, master of the rind and the book, I proclaim you as the new King of Shadowspire!

Thousand of people started to whoop: Long Life the Kind! Long Life the Kind! Long Life the Kind!

Vokil was again on his throne, not like the stranger in strange armuor, but as the King of Shadowspire...
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william
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LummoxLewis
posted April 28, 2007 04:23 AM

The time for action is NOW!!!

"The time, my master, it is time for action!!!".

"I guess you are right my little pet, get the army ready!!"

"Master?"

"Yes".

"I have an idea".

"WHEN I HAVE A NEED FOR YOUR PATHETIC IDEAS THEN I SHALL ASK FOR THEM!!!".

Arcon casts a fog over the whole land!
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make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
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posted April 28, 2007 11:04 AM

Dougal comes to Lorekeep.

"My king, Sandro. I failed." Dougal said.

"This wasn't your faulire. It was Vokil's faulire. He never the hell joins back to the Kingdom of Undead" Samdro said.

Sandro (the King of All Undead, the Immortal Lich) equps a sword.

"This is te Sword of Necrodin. Take this. It brings you luck." Sandro said.

Dougal's mission is to make sure Vokil joins to Sandro's country. Will he fail? Will he win? Nobody knows.

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GenieLord
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posted April 28, 2007 12:21 PM

The huge demons army of Dagda Mor, stands in front of Foular.
Dagda Mor and Er-Saff look at Foular, waiting for action.

Foular says to the demons audience: "Demons and Mages will probably never be good friends..."
The demons become silent. They stare at Foular.

"However, when the time is right, and when we have common enemy, working together will be the best choise" says Foular.

"And this is the right time!" Foular says.
He casts mass Righteous Might on the entire audience.
The demons screamed of joy. They cheered Foular.

Foular continues, with smiling face, maybe a bit evil smile.
"We will be able to defeat all our enemies. They will be strong as a peasants, comparing to us!"
The desert shaked from the cheerings.

Er-Saff wishpers to Foular: "Let's get back the Al-Shahar [the Academy town] we have to perpare the army..."
Er-Saff and Foular go to Al-Shahar. Dadga Mor seems to be delighted.

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TDL
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The weak suffer. I endure.
posted April 28, 2007 12:55 PM
Edited by TDL at 12:57, 28 Apr 2007.

"Reverting from the old ways of darkness is a blessing I have not seen in a millenia..."

Falther stood proud and tall, under the disguise of a simple peasant next to the realm of Shadowspire. Ever since he felt the insecurity for the artifacts, he travelled far and wide to witness the ongoing events himself. Even though his powers were limited and he could not equal those that could shatter the balance, he believed the strength within him and his kingdom would be able to seal the havoc away.

"Foul things than ever are about to take place..."

Falther's face went pale at the thought. Falcons reported to him, yet their news were not one inch happier than those he had heard before.

"Reunion of the living and the evil... of the wise and demented... Blightwalker placing his paw on the soil of the earth once again, enlarging and restructuring his plans... Magician tricking his own kindred into following his twisted mind... The dead lusting for life..."

The disguised peasant stepped from the crowd, joining in the welcoming parade of the proclaimed new king Vokil. Falther was surprised to see the change in townsfolk's eyes when the ancient hero stepped up to face the disaster that had entrenched the Shadowspire. He knew not the ways, following which, Vokil had come to power, yet he knew well what was on his mind and how the lust for it tricked him into believing that the powerful lich lords helpful present might be one of the ultimate artifacts.

"Wisdom - this I have..." the sage told himself. "How to use it to fight others is beyond my powers... Someone might have to step up to face it all, but the time has yet to dawn... And some show the prowess and finesse to follow these steps..."

For the first time in a long time Falther felt he was a lord himself and cared much for his own folk. Merry, jolly and friendly - how susceptible to the enchaining force of evil they were, yet how tough they proved to be, raging against invaders of their own land. Maybe this sensation drove Vokil back to his desired throne, despite his inability to feel sentimental by any means. The need for his own folk...

"My failure has yet to come, yet I do not want to pay for it with blood... My kindred will have to defend itself and for this I must find a way to seal the artifacts away from the world. Heroes of light might have enough power to contaminate the dark energy within the artifacts, but the artifacts have enough power to twist them to the dark ways... None have to fall... All must stand... If not, even the last men standing won't help..."



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VokialBG
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posted April 28, 2007 03:10 PM

Bring me here Archlich Moandor! - said Vokil.

Blacky: Yes, Sir! the raven, told Vokil's words to the guards.

After 30 minuter the archlich was in the throne sale.

Moandor: Let the moon always shine on you, Vokil - King of Shadowspire! What the master want from me?

Vokil: Moandor, you are the Elder, of the Liches counsil.
Moandor: Yes, Master Vokil
Vokil: The Counsil must be started again, like 700 years ago, when the demons tred to attack Shadowspire
Moandor: I can see, Master... Sorry for my curiosity, but is it right that the war is coming? Like it's written in the prophetical book?
Vokil: It's right, Moandor, the war will come to us...
Vokil: Like it's written in the prophetical book. The book is always right, it can't make a mistake...
Moandor: I know, Master, the counsil will be started as soon as it's possible!

The Lich opend the heavy door of the sale.

When Vokil was alone again, he start to seer, Vokil was in the desert, in front of an army, with many troops, he knew that they need weeks to cross the desert with this heavey, clumsy and big army...

... they was on camp, their leader was a mage, the one from the desert, and he was in a heavy sleep... and  behind him, there was a knife, ready to cut off the mages neck...

After the trance he was thoughtful... who is the killer, who will try to kill the mage? An ally? An enemy? The Black army of Shadowspire was ready for battle... the Liches counsil will start soon, but if the mage is dead... Who is the killer? The spy? The unknown ally?
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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted April 28, 2007 03:51 PM

Dagda Mor stood silent in the shadows. He was afraid, for the first time in his everlasting life. Vokil had destroyed a company of his troll army, those damned fools. Attacking an undead that control magic with steel...

"Reaper..." Dagda Mor hissed, "Gather the demon army, we are going on a hunt..."

Dagda Mor seated his bat, and the army moved. They stopped outside the city Foular had entered, and Dagda Mor flew over the wall, searching for his mage-friend. He found him in the great halls, talking to the counsil. Dagda Mor destroyed the door, entering in a rain of fire.

"I need the army, now!" he roared, all the mages in the room went pale. "I am going against Vokil and the undeads now, and only magic can resist magic. Demons use no weapons, so Vokils magic cannot be used against them in the same way..." he trailed off, looking at Foular. "Have they joined me yet?" he asked.

"I think they are very happy to help you right now..." Foular whispered, "As you have just ruined their great hall!" Foular was furious, but Dagda mor didn't notice the sarcasm.

"Good, now, gather the 1000 best mages, and let them come with me." he left the room.

At the end of the day, the greatest army ever gathered in this world since the war 700 years ago, when the undeads had killed humans and made them into zombies, marched against the land of the undeads. Last time only a small part of the demons broke free, before the Forbidding Wall closed again. Now they were so many in numbers, and so huge and powerful, that they would crush the undeads as a human crush a fly.

"This week!" Dagda Mor roared, "We are going to war!"

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posted April 28, 2007 04:00 PM

Dougal had long travels, the has beaten many monsters. Suddenly, he arrived to Vokil's home.

"Lord Vokil, Sandro the King of all Undead sent you a massage" Dougal said, and he gives the letter to Vokil.

The Letter is this:

"Dear Vokil.

You have to join to my Kingdom. This day we have war with the demons. They don't use weapons, they can kill you. I am a half, god, immortal, if you join to me, I can protect you. And why I wound protect you? I will never let anyone to kill a great necromancer like you!

                   Sandro"

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posted April 28, 2007 07:51 PM
Edited by radar at 19:53, 28 Apr 2007.

Standing on a hill, Rion saw a huge army, consist of about thousand deamons and mages in the same amount. It seems they do not noticed him, being so concentrated on march.

So huge army... bigger then mine... what a feeling... a valley filled with pure evil!. Where they come to?

In this moment Rion's squire arrived.

Sir Rion, our spies told us that deamon army confronts undead, leads by Vokil. What should we do? A king ordered to form crusade against evil, but if we will attack deamons now, it can be noticed as alliance with necromancers!

An evil wants to fight evil? I cant believe that happends! Very useful for us, though... Tell the commanders to do not enter with troops into valley, we should stay unseen. We will follow them by forest line.

As you wish, my lord!


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posted April 28, 2007 07:53 PM

Dougal comes to the Forrest and jumps before Rion.

"Not so fast!" Dougal said.

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