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posted May 05, 2007 12:53 PM |
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"We're here, commander." said one of the dark ogres to Dagda Mor.
"Yes, we can't do as we did last time, we lost to many..." Dagda Mor answered, "Get all the flying demons, gather them with me. Keep all the sorcerers behind, they all have to work together to ressurect me if I fall. Damn them, only druid fire is enough to ruin my body and my soul. If they have a druid in there I will not have such great possibilities to win against the heroes on my own."
Dagda Mor motioned for the furies, then for the dark ogres and shadow dragons.
"All the huge creatures attack the walls, if we get the walls down we have won!" Dagda Mor said.
More than ten thousand dragons and ogres gathered in front of the walls, the other huge creatures also came on. Dagda Mor put his staff into the ground, the ground broke, and water appeared.
"Rise, you lord of the sea!" Dagda Mor roared.
The water started to churn, and something huge appeared from the water. The enemy were not the only ones who could summon creatures. From the deep came 3 krakens, three enormeus creatures, twice the size of titans. Their dark body were filled by waterplants, their faces opened in massive jaws, filled with huge teeths. Their back were filled with huge tentacles. The krakens started to move against the walls, ignoring the arrows the undeads fired at them. They threw themself at the wall, their tentacles killing all the undeads close to them. Parts of the wall were broken, but then Vokil and Raven appeared. Raven shot his fire against the krakens, but it didn't work.
"They are from the water!" Vokil screamed, and shot lightinging on one of the krakens.
One of the krakens died, then another one. The last one threw itself at the wall, finally breaking it down to the ground. The dragons and ogres ran against the opening, many ogres died in the rush, by undead arrows.But then they were inside, meeting the undead army face to face.
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VokialBG
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posted May 05, 2007 05:13 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 17:17, 05 May 2007.
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Vokil:
Indigada, marania, tigakala,
madiha rimas higal,
dimana sdalika kgihatdeb!
Gigamtic ightning splited the sky impenetrable fog appear and a storm start on the battlefiled, only undeads can see the enemies in this fog... the orges started to flee, they went back, out of the city walls.
Nagarada, tamikara kiwala!
The spell was done! Blade Barrier was now on the place of the ruined wall (Blade Barrier: Creates a wall the wall has additional 75% Defense from the Range and Magical Attacks and returns damage equal to the number of lost Hit Points to the melee attackers.).
Vokil: The Dragons!, said Vokil to the commaned near him.
The Dragons!, said the commander the soldier near him.
The Dragons!, said the soldier to the vampire - priest near him.
Suddenly, 5 Dragons of bones over 90 meter long appeared.
Vokil: I have the power of the 3th Lord, Mor! You can't demage my defence!
Vokil: Now my Dragons, cut the Shadow Dragons heads!
One of the Bone Dragons bite the bigges Shadow Dragon and simply break the dragons neck. The dragon fell from the skies and creased thousands of demons, soon all the enemy dragons were dead... everything biten of a Bone Dragon is cursed suddenly the dead Shadow Dranog rise again as Bone Dragons - new reinforcement for the Vokils army, they all were ready to attack the demons and they started the attack.
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TDL
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The weak suffer. I endure.
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posted May 05, 2007 09:13 PM |
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Edited by TDL at 21:14, 05 May 2007.
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Falther showed no remorse. His utter disgust towards the slime Seraf had just returned and he could not help himself but sit back and wait for Rion to wake up. The whole affair, no matter how impossible it was, somehow brought some light into Falther's mind, as well as some hope. He has always known that it was possible to eliminate Dagda Mor, yet the difficulties brought by the very thought about this possibility drained him of his stamina. Not only he had difficulties thinking about the difficult road to follow, but he was also frustrated about the problems evoked by the mysterious "Divine Artifacts".
Falther had not even thought of them for days before he finally remembered the sensitive topic and the goal of his current quest. The lust to somehow obtain the impossible to get was far beyond his, otherwise, ever-present reason. He felt that no matter if he was killed, as long as he left the world secure, he would be glad he had had the chance to save the world. Delving into his thoughts, he forgot the present.
Rion dreadfully lifted his head, not knowing where he was. Apparently, every single thought seemed to have been washed away from his head by the mending powers of Falther and every trace of pain evaporated from his body in his sleep. Falther could see how shocked the paladin was as he lifted himself up, startled by the sighting of his armor removed, shining brightly in the morning sun, tidily arranged next to his "pillow-stump". Failing to realize how hard it was for him to gather his belongings, Falther tapped him on the shoulder, giving him a healthy handshake and a friendly nod with a widening grin on his face.
"How was your sleep, young paladin?... Hopefully the medicine I had brought from the Isles mended your physical wounds... As well as mental, of course."
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Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2007 01:09 AM |
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Dagda Mor grinned. As he hoped, a big part of the undeads had perished in the assault, and the enemy had animated his dead troops. They never learned. Foular had also tried that, and his undeads became demons. Dagda Mor hissed, and the undead shadow dragons became demons again, under his control. (note to VokialBG, read my posts... the demons animated as dead will rise again as demons, I have already written so.) Dagda Mor shot a beam of fire against one of the bone dragons, and consumed it in fire. The red light from his staff made it at least possible to see in this fog, and the furies went forth again. The furies ran into the vampires and zombies, their scream of hate rising. The undeads screamed in pain as the furies ripped them appart. The liches shot at the furies, but were scattered again by the fire of Dagda Mor. Fast, asphinxes came too, biting the bigger undeads, turning them to stone. Dagda Mor looked over the place, killing all enemies that came to close to him or that threathened too much.
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VokialBG
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posted May 06, 2007 09:28 AM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 09:31, 06 May 2007.
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(1. I have no Liches in my army they are on the counsel
2. How you can reach and fight my troops? They are behind the walls!
3. The Shadow Dragons are demons? Even if they are I do not rise the dragons, they are cursed, how I was posted in my last post)
Icccccccc, Icccciciiciciici, Iccciiiicicii... the power of the 2nd Lord was here too - the Bat army - thousand of bats were ready to kill everything in front of them.
Over 20 000 bats, small, large, from 20 centimetres till 20 meters.
Bloody war in the sky, Flying demons against Bats and Bone Dragons.
Scared from the bats the shooter in the demon's army started to shoot in the air... but no result, some of the bats started to took up the demons from the ground and to threw them from the skies.
Nobody can see the sky now... It's black... only black, the bats hid it...
(@EDN: Remember, you can not fight my troops behind the walls, you can fight only my dragons and bats.)
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The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2007 11:18 AM |
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As I wrote, the wall were broken... remember the krakens?
I have already written; when a demon is animated as dead, or resurrected it will always return into being a demon.
Dagda Mor climbed on top of one of his own dark bats, flying up there to slay. He motioned for skull bearers to fly up, they could both fly up and kill the bats on distance with their red fire bolts or green fire. Mutens moved to slay the skeletons that stormed out of the hole in the wall to defend it. Dagda Mor crushed the bats that came close to himself, and the skull bearers were also to much for them.
"Tael, lead the creepers inside. They can bring horror on the walls if they climb up!" Dagda Mor roared.
Tael Riverine, a straken as Dagda Mor, lead the creepers inside. His black fire glowed around him, as he threw it at his unlucky targets. The creepers climbed up the wall, ignoring the damage that were given to them on distance. They reached the top of the wall and within not long time, cleared them. Then they jumped down, and killed several of their own, but greater of the undeads. They started to kill the undeads with extreme power, but they were also killed after some time, by bone dragons. Mord wraiths lightened up the skies, as they shot their fire against bats that started to attack ground units. Bats fell, and were quickly buried under the flow of furious demons. As the undeads slowly were less and less, the demons still came on, the flow seemed endless. War shrikes also started attacking the bats, huge birds that were once the natural enemy of rocs. When the day ended, all the bats were killed and the walls were almost totally destroyed. Dagda Mor rallied his troops, and retreated into the night. The sound of the demons were gone within a few minutes, and the undeads stood alone. The next attack would surely be to strong for them to withstand, as more than half of their army had been slain.
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radar
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posted May 06, 2007 01:05 PM |
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"You... helped me. In the name of the king I thank you. You saved the king's army commander! But now I must go. I shall inform my brothers what happened... What is your name?"
"I am Falther the Falconer. Sorry young man, but I can't let you go. How would you reach your kingdom if you even dont know where are you? Stay and rest. And finally, tell me what happened, why you have appeared here..."
Then Falther gave Rion some water. He was drinking how he would not drink for years. Rion wiped his mouth and said:
"How I appeared here? I... don't know. I see everything like it would be behind the fog... The terrible battle... I and my army were forming a crusade against evil... I have seen a huge demon forces... Then someone jumped out the forest and we started fighting... We coudn't astonish them. The Dagda Mor army saw us and attacked."
When Falther heared this name he grow in anger himself. This what he was thinking about last night become the true. Rion continued.
"We didn't attack them earlier because we heard some rumours that Dagda Mor turned against undead. I wanted follow his army and observe what he would do. If he and undead would confront, then I could finish them both. But it wasn't possible, unfortunately. Now he is marching to Shadowspire, but it is very possible he already reached it. Thats why I want return to king and form second army."
"I see. There's an elven camp not far to the east. I heared that the best elven hunters came from there. We can ask them for help. They have been humans allies once, though."
"Very well."
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2007 01:36 PM |
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"I hate to admit it..." Dagda Mor said, his best demons were gathered. "But the undeads can take a bit of our army, an important bit. I have been thinking; maybe we should offer an alliance of evil."
Angry roars came from the demons, and Tael Riverine stepped forward. Then he changed form into Dagda Mor, it was the Moric. Tael Riverine were still seated.
"Why should we make an alliance with them? They are our enemy!" he hissed.
Dagda Mor smiled, then laughed.
"Moric, if u try to remember. The undeads were no enemy of us, they were our allies before we got shut away. We also havee the same enemy, the elves and the humans. The "good" ones will certainly make an alliance, so why shouldn't we also do so?"
Tael Riverine came forward, and Moric stepped back.
"Mylord, how can you believe that they will accept an alliance when we have killed great parts of their army?" he asked.
"Because they have to choose between alliance and death!" Dagda Mor roared.
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VokialBG
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posted May 06, 2007 03:28 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 15:29, 06 May 2007.
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Vokil: I want talk with Moandor!
Soon Moandor was on the wall near, Vokil.
Moandor: Yes, Master
Vokil: Is the counsil ready?
Moandor: We are ready, Master Vokil
Vokil: Goood!!! Many are death, Moandor, many of my brothers... I can hear their last calls still!
Moandor: But, Master, the bats were half of our army, they are dead now
Vokil: THEY ARE MY BROTHERS, MY SISTERS, IT HURT
The eyes of Vokil was red, like blood in this moment.
Vokil: Moandor you know what to do in this moment, like 700 years ago!
Moandor: Yes, Master!
Vokil: I'll use them! I'll use them to kill all the bastards here
Moandor: But, Master, they disappeared 500 years ago?
Vokil: Now, Moandor, they are here!
Vokil: Tell to general Thant, to move all the people behind the walls of the citadel!
Moandor: Master? Are you crazy? You'll not use your army against the demons, the most powerful parts of the army? Only the bats are dead!
Vokil: My brothers are dead, Moandor, never forget this!
Moandor: Your... brothers, Master, but, but why we'll move the whole army in the citadel?
Vokil: We'll not have a war tomorrow, Moandor!
Moandor: We'll not?
Vokil: Yes ,Moandor, we'll not only I'll have a war tomorrow, only I!
Vokil: I want some of the Red knights, nothing more, and you know what to do in the counsil
Moandor: Yes.... ummmm, Master, said the lich went back to the counsil.
Vokil stood on the wall and scream out:
You'll suffer Dagda Mor! You'll suffer can you hear me? You'll suffer!
Vokil was alone again, alone with some knights and his horse like 500 years ago...
(@EDN: Vokil, casted Blade Barier, remember?
..., also when you attack me next time please do not be so "demonic", I mean do not start to kill anyone)
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TDL
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The weak suffer. I endure.
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posted May 06, 2007 07:23 PM |
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Edited by TDL at 19:30, 06 May 2007.
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Seraf was waltzing around, still enjoying his victory over the "great" demon lord Dagda Mor. He really believed he had killed him and no longer was the threat to be regarded as imminent. He had other plans, other matters to attend to, and they were at grave peril for the time spent chattering unwillingly with Falther delayed his actions. His hourglass still showed signs of sand drippling from the top to the bottom - yet, they were scarce and the process had already neared completion.
"Plans must be fulfilled, freedom must be regained, foes avenged."
Seraf was muttering to himself all the way from the entrance to Shadowspire. He had been inside for more than ten minutes from what he could gather. The streets were empty and only dim lanterns lit the way, uncovering what lay hidden in the shade of the night. Moon stretched wide in the sky, making it shine a bit brighter in the approaching full moon but it was clearly visible how long it will take for the clouds to float away.
Seraf was glad. He liked the shade. He liked the shadows. After all, he was weak, meager and only stealth and ability to hide made him survive in this harsh world. Nothing was as comfortable as the darkness where he would wait with his sly blade ready to attack any passers-by. No one would notice his foul and dirty deeds as he was alone, all alone, hidden and every victim of his had no witnesses around, being unable to penetrate the shroud.
The slimey man shivered at the thought that crossed his mind. Where he went, there were no shadows - moon was shining brightly in the sky, reflecting the dim rays of sunlight. He feared he may not succeed without the ability to stay hidden, alas, he hoped that someone willdistract the victim. After all, it was the stealth in which he lived allowed him to think of such great plans.
He took the shortcut towards the edge of the castle, near where the manors of the rich were built. It seemed no one really cared that a small passage in the alleyway contained a secret - a blight and a blessing at once. Seraf stood tall and proud as he made his way in the narrow backalley, dodging the guards of the palace nearby, where to lord Vokil, the new lord of Shadowspire resided. The bricks were slimy, ooze covering every step, mouldy dirt covering the rocky floor - nothing what one would hope for, yet what one would foresee in a small pass. Yet, what only Seraf knew was what lay in the middle...
"Here it is... After so much time, I pass through the gate and enter..."
Flickering light sucked Seraf into a magical vortex, leaving no trace of him behind. Not a door, not a window either. One would only guess what it really was after a few seconds, but if one followed him intently, closely behind, he might have noticed that a small torch guided the way through a transparent brick passage into a room. A room that contained a magical passage... A portal...
"...Al-Sharaf, the core of Ironsand desert." He grinned at the thought as he spelled it out painfully while travelling through the distorted magical tunnel. "Right on schedule!"
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Not even a breeze, not a sign of rain or a hailstorm, yet freezing as if in the northernmost regions. It all proved that the weather conditions, as well as every single sign around Seraf, were filled with emanating torments and... pain. Moon as if drawn by powers unknown high above the desert town, reflected the bloody color of the mixture of sand and blood... Demon blood.
A loud roar erupted from a demonic creature, closely passing by the shade of Seraf. The predator seemed dead, yet living as his foul breath could be sensed from afar - the undead soon to enter the plane of living once again and then to the infernal rifts of Dagda Mor. It jumped high into the air, stomping on a human wizard nearby, cracking every single bone of his, flash torn by the teeth and claws of this reaping beast.
Seraf started crawling on the sand, quickly gaining its way through the hordes of demons and humans fighting one another in a gigantic massacre. This battle was not his - nor was it of his goal. Yet, his target had something to do with it and he knew it well - now his plans were once again endangered but he knew how close he was to victory. Falther did not keep him away for too long. And he finally saw...
The town was in flames - it seemed that hell had broken loose just before he arrived. The dead demons were continuously brought back to life, as if raised by an invisible hand. The core temple of the town shone in various lights as bursts of magical energy, erupting from the hands of the wizards, creating a massive maelstrom of light. An old man stood high above, on the top of the temple muttering magical words and summoning the power to repel the demonic forces that wreaked havoc below. An old amulet reflected the light of the fight below and Seraf could finally see it was him.
Seraf ran, ignoring the insecure situation he was in. Massive rifts were opening in the desert sand, taking lives of the careless defending magicians surrounded by demons. Fiery bolts shot high into the sky, lifting their victims, with but a sound of their shrieks from pain echoing. He saw that the man was himself at peril, but he knew that a force unknown to him kept him safe from the troubles - probably even not the artifact he was holding. He could hear his curses from afar and see a flow of demon blood amassing into a huge pond of filth.
"Die!"
A demon was about to jump on Seraf as he drew forth his sword and slit the throat of the beast. This blade kept him from dying many a time now and he knew it would never allow his foes to prevail. Now, he was about to complete what he deemed necessary... Essential...
He galloped at the speed of a raging stallion and his target was now in front of him, his back bare, the material of his robe burnt at places.
"Er-Saff, more power!"
The man shouted and the mist around him grew more intense. Seraf feared magic but this magic did not seem to like its master. It saw someone approaching from behind, cautiously as no one ever dared. Seraf was nearing intensely...
"Er-Saff?"
"Prepare to die, wormling!"
The mage jumped high above into the sky, seeing Seraf approach him. The assassin was short and he was rather tall - he could never jump that high. Magic held him in the air.
"It is not me who dies, but you filthy traitor!"
He shot a lightning bolt, striking Seraf's spot with such brute power he could never withstand. Yet, he managed to dodge it.
"How dare you call your old brother a traitor? You betrayed us and went after the demon!"
"You know me well, Seraf. Falther seemed to have made you more intelligent than you were. Or the stealth where you kept living..."
"Whatever happened in the past, it shall end right here, right now!"
"Always with your own lust, brother. Did that old wimp understand your plans in the end?..."
"No! Neither did you!"
The mage dropped onto the floor of the temple, powerless, not knowing what happened. Nothing actually seemed to have harmed or otherwise touched the sorcerer.
"Er-Saff!"
"Foular! You have had me under your control for too long! You could destroy me when you were powerful but without Dagda Mor's power you are meaningless..."
"Here it ends then..."
Foular drew his last breath, unwillingly. He knew that he could not make his brother's anger go away and he could never persuade him not to kill him despite them being closely related, having been born of the same bloodline. Too much harm had been done...
"Here it ends!..."
Seraf jumped onto his brother, stabbing the blade right into his heart. A short sigh of grief went out of Foular's mouth before his eyes stopped twitching... permanently. He did not regret he took this path, but throwing his own brother into the wilderness for the predators to feast on was a grave mistake. As an ally he would have probably been the best, but his egoistic side did not allow him to choose this over the path that ended in his own failure...
"It was quick, Seraf. I surely thought you would be incapable of killing your own brother."
"False. His body will soon be dumped into the demonic rifts below. This town - it can go off to the dogs. I have my own matters to attend to now."
"Yes, you want to avenge Dagda Mor."
"I have..."
"You haven't..."
A brief moment passed until the shock and astonishment was replaced by terror. Er-Saff could pierce Seraf's skull with his sight, knowing what lay hidden in Seraf's mind. The joy of success evaporating...
"The demon was resurrected... You did not kill him, only left him stripped off his power. Foular did not succeed to kill him as well and now he was killed by his own kinsman in return for his vain attempt to overthrow."
Seraf was about to fall unconscious on the floor, muttering silently his last words to Er-Saff.
"What for did I kill my brother then?... I thought he wanted to become one of the demons and follow Dagda Mor... That is why he threw me away... They both had to be erased from the world... But now, I have failed... My attempts end up in vain..."
Overwhelmed by the fear, he unconsciously took a step, falling into the rift, disappearing in the flames forever.
"We reunite, brother... Forgive me..."
"Thus is the ending of both of you... Who knows what will happen next..."
The clash of the fighting demons and wizards was the only sound in the night, as Er-Saff disappeared into nothingness, returning to his safe haven.
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The Nothingness
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posted May 06, 2007 07:49 PM |
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As the demons were withdrawn, they were attacked again. This time by mages. The legion that had been under command of Foular now wanted revenge over the demons after their leaders fall. But what they saw of the demons were only a little part, a little part of more than three thousand demons. One demon-wolf ran off, getting help, and the rest turned to meet this new enemy. Mages were shooting on distance, but to no use. The demons came on, as they always did. Then suddenly the mages heard a roar from all around them, and demons appeared from all places. It took only minutes before the mages were dead, laying at the ground. Finally the demons could eat a little bit and gain more power.
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Dj
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Supreme Hero
Always loyal to HC
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posted May 07, 2007 01:11 PM |
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After missing a time...Raven made a decision...He went to the top of Vokial's Town and with all of his power made a spell and thousands roots came out from the earth killing demons and the roots turned into Treants and Dendroids...the creatures started to attack the demons.
Vokial...did u miss me? 
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The Nothingness
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posted May 08, 2007 01:42 PM |
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Dagda Mor sweared, at least creatures of wood were easy destroyed. He used his doom staff to set fire on them, then decided to sacrefice some of his own creatures. He gathered some blackskinned demons and stabbed them one by one, burning their inside with the staff, turning them inside out. He did so with more than hundred, until he was exhausted. He had a throng of jachyras, beasts no normal weapon could kill. Beasts that enjoyed pain!
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TDL
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Supreme Hero
The weak suffer. I endure.
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posted May 09, 2007 04:46 PM |
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Edited by TDL at 20:58, 09 May 2007.
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Falther watched Rion go towards the encampment nearby. From afar it was rather difficult to see if anyone was present but it surely had been visited the last day's evening for the campfire had been set ablaze and had not been extinguished ever since. Elven hunters from forests nearby usually settled down in the tiny settlement as it provided more than the necessities required. Not only the animals would come by quite often, but also the birds, the easiest prey for a keen eye and a swift marksman, had their nests founded among the tree branches.
Rion's armor shone brightly as the sun danced on its iron chains. The paladin had his sword unsheathed, fine silver inscriptions reflecting the beams of sunlight, surrounding him with a seemingly divine aura that guarded the mythical angels from the foes of their patron, Elrath. Not even a tiny scratch had been left etched from the massive battle he had just attended some time ago. His polished armour and heavy boots made him look like a legendary hero willing to prevail against the greatest hostile forces one could fear to counter. Falther could only smile back at awe as the heavily-armoured knight turned around, nodding his head and waving goodbye.
"Till we meet again, friend. Rarely does one meet someone as kind as you were. Your deeds will be remembered."
"Likewise, paladin..." It was sure to Falther that Rion was already unable to hear what he was about to say, yet he could not let his own surroundings not hear the thoughts that were seeking to find a way out. "Deeds shall be remembered when we pass out. Until then, we must urge more deeds to come our way..."
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"Blood running wild..."
Falther was about to finish gathering his belongings when an injured falcon bashed straight at his forearm. Rarely did Falther delay any of his actions when the birds were to bring him news as each and every one of them could wait and linger in the sky while he had not time to lose. This time, however, he felt a cool shiver run down his spine.
"News you bring me must be of utmost importance, oh falcon! Dare you bring me vile news or is it just the freezing shade of daemonic fire that harmed you enchaining my spirit?"
Falcon let go off a painful bird-like cry. Apparently, it was wounded much more gravely than expected or seen from the outside.
"Demons lit a fire under your nest, haven't they?" Falconer shook his head in disgust, knowingly. "Family lost in but a matter of moments, wasn't it? Alas, you were helpless for your siblings were too fragile and too young to leave their nest independently."
Falcons had always been mysterious birds for their capability to understand and think beyond a man's exterior. Every word, every thought that crossed one's mind was unconsciously transferred to the bird. The bond that appeared tied the man and the bird as one could not withdraw the attention from one another. A bond only severed by death. A bond that could transfer one's mind to the other. A bond to allow one to understand the expressions from but a nimble movement...
"Yes, I am right." Falther nodded as he saw the bird lift his wings. "And so far, I could only understand that demons had once again emerged from the rifts under the rule of Dagda Mor."
"Yes, and you are too blind to see the forest through the trees, old man."
A thunderous voice, raised by an immense phantasm, pierced the silence, throwing Falther aback. A djinn.
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posted May 11, 2007 01:13 PM |
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"We have given enough damage, we have nothing against the undeads. They were once our allies, in the beginning of time." Dagda Mor said, "We attacked because of the joining with Foular, I don't know why we did. Now we go against our real enemies, the mages are dead, which leaves us the humans and elves."
He turned turned his back to his counsil. Tael Riverine came to stand next to him, with a motion to the other demons he told them the meeting were finished. The two straken lords stood there in silence for a little moment.
"They are many more than they were, and some of them still control magic." Tael Riverine said, "Are you so sure about victory this time?"
"I guess so, none of them have an army at this size." Dagda Mor replied, "And many of us control magic, so we have great chances there."
"But as you must have sensed, there is some extreme power in this land now." Tael Riverine urged, "We should try to warn the other ones, use them to destroy this enemy. We could try to gather the old artifacts that were lost during the Great War. The war we were banned from this world, the war we shall now revenge."
"We could." Dagda Mor answered in a low hiss, "And we could use them as extra security against this powerful thing, and all others." he nodded slowly, "We gather the artifacts, we try to find them. We use them against the enemy, and conquire this world. Now, lets go search this world!"
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posted May 12, 2007 10:13 AM |
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Suddenly, the gates of the second walls opened, Vokil appeared, alon on his horse - Polu, the enemy shooters sight the weapons to him, the enemies were not more than 600 meters from him.
Suddenly, Dagda Mor screamed: Hold! Hold the weapons you idiots!
He make not more then two steps and said: Surrender or die!
Vokil lood down, then throw up his head again he took out his lang red sword... For Honour!, screamed Vokil, not more than 200 Red Knight started to ride behind him the all was at gallop.
Several were killed by the arrows. The riders riped into the enemy lines, suddenly the battle was stoped, the ground started to quake,... loud footfall.
Vokil scream: Can you hear this, Moandor? They are here!
Millions of werewolfes were out of their home -The Dark Wood neer the town, they sill remember how 700 years ago the demons tred to set fire to their wood, the Moon sword was in the hand of the king again, the master of the wolfs was here!
Many demons were killed, but the most of them fleed, the battle was finally ended... Now we are with quits Dagda Mor, said Vokil.
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Promising
The Nothingness
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The demons fled through the night, they had come to tell the undeads that they should leave them alone, but the undeads had attacked. Now Dagda Mor burned the werewolves that came against them alive. Hundreds of werewolves died in seconds. Dagda Mor put his staff into the ground, more magic were to be called forth. Here were another forbidding wall, more demons and even shadowens were inside the place without time. The other sorcerers gathered around him, and the demons decided to protect their master. They stood against the massive rush of the werewolves, as the sorcerers broke the forbidding wall a terrifying scream rose up. At just the same time the werewolves broke through the defending demons, just to be met by a bigger, more powerful and furious army than their own. The werewolves were swept away. Demons also died, but they seemed to be a never-ending army. They swept through and killed all the undeads in almost no time, and soon only Vokil and his red knights were left to fight. Nightmares stormed through and killed, and were killed. In only moments the red knights were dead. Vokil killed all demons coming close to himself, and then suddenly he were alone in a circle of furies. An opening were made, and Dagda Mor stepped forth. He had a firm grip on his Doom Staff, hissing low. Vokils hand lifted, and blades shot against Dagda Mor. The Straken Lord destroyed them only lifting the Doom Staff a little. Vokil took his sword, and attacked with powerful slashes. Dagda Mor blocked all the lunges with the Doom Staff, turning it into steel, with a sharp edge of silver. He shot a beam of fire out of his left hand, striking Vokils face. The vampire were struck to the ground, and Dagda Mor stood over him. The Doom Staff were completely turned into silver, and Dagda Mor stabbed the vampire through the heart, killing him. Then, with the staff through the vampires heart, the Straken Lord burned Vokils body until only the ash remained. He motioned for demons to come forth, and some of the demons consumed the ash, to be sure Vokil could not be animated or resurrected. Dagda Mor turned against the castle, watching his demons invade it, hearing the screams of dying undeads. In not long time the whole place were ruined, and at the end of the day the castle were burned down. This was the end of the undead empire, and thanks to their foolishness Dagda Mor had found a second Forbidding Wall. He felt it because of the power building within when an undead army threathened the demons. Now it was the elves that should suffer, should end up like the undeads. And after them, the humans. This world should belong to demons, all others except shadowens should perish!
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Legendary Hero
First in line
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Edited by VokialBG at 17:09, 12 May 2007.
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Vokil was dead forever, he was now cup of ashes, his hard was in the demon's hand. The Demon was cursed for ever, as everyone how have killed one of the 3th lord's, in one monems all of the demons turned in ashes, Mor was alone the souls of all dead warriors surrounded him, the dead warriors are immortal, they are the souls of all killed undeads in all battles, of all killed humans, of all killed things on this earth, Vokil was dead, but his last call is now here, the immortal army of souls, only one thing can kill the soul of this dead warriors - the Moon Sword of Vokil, Dagda Mor tried to get it but in the same moment the sword turned into ashes, the bloody ring and the book too, the armour of Vokil was not just a heap... the sky was bloody red, then turned to dark blue, then to green, thousands of lightnings striked the ground. The greatest warrior, the most legendary hero was killed, fighting with honour, Dagda Mor was alone in the fog, where was his army? They were now in other world, somewhere beyond, Shadowspire, the town of the vampires, the liches, the humans and the werewolfes disappears under the ground, nobody saw it after this day, the town never appear again. It was a day, when Vokil come to his dead but now is night, the sun die out and never rise again on this land, nobody knows why, the balance was ruined forever.
Vokil wake up, he was not on this world, he was on some other place, it was dark and terrible place.
Voice: Kneel, Vokil Seer king of all Vampires.
Vokil: But who is this? Where am I?
Voice: You are in the purgatory, Vokil, your last "station"...
Vokil: But how? I remember anly demons
Voice: Don't ask me, Vokil, the answer is in you!
Vokil: I'm needed, I must stay there!
Voice: No Vokil, your time is over, you'll stay here with me
The Voice come out of the shadows, gigantic figure appear, when Vokil saw him, he kneel and said:
You! This can not be! You are a God?! You are the God of this world
Voice: Yes I'm, but you know the laws
Voice: You are now dead, and you have no second chance, just stay here
Vokil: But where am I? Is there a way for returm, what will happen with my nation, with Shadowspire?
Voice: You'll stay here, Vokil. You can't returm, your soul is here but you have no body, your people are here too, they are all dead, the town is not on the mortal world any more, is it here, in the skies!
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Dagda Mor was alone in the desert, the town of Shadowspire was no more there, his army too, they just disappeared What the ****??? said the demon, he was roundabou of the dead souls.
Souls: Dagda Mor, you'll suffer! The world will never see the sun again! We'll pursue you forever! The balance was ruined by you, Dagda Mor, you'll pay with your blood
The souls disappeared too, Dagda Mor was in the nowhere, no town, no souls, no battles, no army, he was in desert, alone.
(@EDN: Your hero too powerful, do not make anything like: "Dagda Mor use the spell Return demons and his army is again with him, NO you will travel to the hell or your place and get new army, your army is ruined... and let the next post be by someone else.)
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Promising
Supreme Hero
Always loyal to HC
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posted May 12, 2007 05:06 PM |
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What?!?!Vokial is ....dead? O_O
Raven sees Dagda Mor alone in the desert.
What have you done with Vokial?!
*summons two gold dragons as his guard...Dagda Mor is alone...but very powerful though*
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted May 12, 2007 05:28 PM |
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Dagda Mor turn around and see a druid and two gold dragon. A mocking smile cross his mouth, he pick up the Doom Staff laying on the ground and look at the druid. By some reason all of his army had been destroyed, there were no more Forbidding Walls, and no more army that could be his. Except for the best he had though, they had the same power as he had, but he had to get them back from the hellflames. He pointed the Doom Staff at one of the gold dragons, and it died in a storm of fire. The other one attacked, breathing fire against the Straken Lord. Dagda Mor blocked the fire with his own, and stabbed the staff into the heart of the dragon.
"Rise from hell, Tael Riverine!" he roared.
The gold dragon dissapaired in black light, and in its place stood the other Straken Lord, Tael Riverine. They turned against the druid, Dagda Mors eyes narrowed. Only a druids fire could send him to hell and prevent him from returning. He grabbed Tael Riverine in the arm, and they were gone in an explosion of fire.
Far away, on a desert top, they appeared again. This was the buried temple where the old corpses of Straken Lords were laid. He put the staff into the ground, and slowly the ground were burned and destroyed. After not long time the entrance to his brethren were opened, finally the ultimate demons were free. Now he only had to ressurrect them, a hard job that would take several days, because of the demons weak ressurrecting.
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