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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted July 03, 2007 06:05 PM
Edited by wog_edn at 19:46, 03 Jul 2007.

Tael Riverine walked up on the top of the hill, and looked down at the two elves and the few wolves left. One of the demon wolves walked up at his side, growling.

"Stay!" Tael Riverine whispered, "They are not worth such losses."

The wolf sneered, but walked back.

"You killed a black elf." Tael Riverine whispered, "The elf that kills another, whatever kind of elf it is, will get the lust for blood. Elven blood. He will now hunger for his own, he will be more useful if we let him go than if we kill him."


Dagda Mor sat down at a stone, Uhl belk touched sat on a boar he had turned to stone. They had not said a word since the battle with the Krakens.

"Ok, if you're not going to say anything, I will have to!" Uhl Belk said at last, furious. "You're behaving like a human, sitting there doing nothing! You must get your revenge over that witch, let her suffer for traiting you!"

Dagda Mor turned away, he closed his eyes. He seemed sad, Uhl Belk had never seen him like that before.

"What is it?" Uhl Belk asked.

"I were once a human." Dagda Mor whispered.

Uhl Belk fell off the boar, swearing.

"You must be kidding me!" he said, angry now.

"No, I were. I were created as the first man, Adam. The Ilse Witch were the first woman, Eva. There were stories about us, but I turned away from the lord over the angels; God. I were tempted, by a snake. After that I were welcomed by the greatest of the devils, Lucifer himself. He trained me, promised me control over the fire of hell and gave me immortality. When God sent Jesus to open try to convert the humans I have been a shadow of death and decay. I were the one behind all the wars, always more powerful than those who followed God. I changed my name, Dagda Mor, the Herald of Death. Because that's what I am, bringer of death and decay."

He looked away, he seemed lost in himself. Like living in this world gave him feelings.

"And there were the Ilse Witch, I loved her. She were a normal human, but I gave her the immortality, and trained her to control the fire. When I were banned away from this world I still were the evil behind everything that happened, my mission had been to corrupt the human-soul. I had managed that, but the Ilse Witch were also a human, and weren't banned. When I came back now, and found her still alive I were filled with glee. But she tried to kill me, she have turned against me. Her evil is great as mine now, and her powers too. I am the only one able to kill her, and I have to."

His head bent, a tear came from one of his eyes. A tear of blood.

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TDL


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Supreme Hero
The weak suffer. I endure.
posted July 03, 2007 09:13 PM

"Tracks!.."

All of a sudden Aleger shouted. It was not the fear that led him to such a rapid excursion of his emotions, rather the weirdness of the situation. The moment after befriending the strange passing couple and finding out what their goals were and how they came to know what the elves were trying to hide for so long, after sharing the information, silence immediately covered the fields and none of them uttered a word. The goal was set and the journey had to begun, but no one dared to take the first step. Now, the step was taken by someone... something else...

"Grab your equipment and go! The faster you get out of here, the better..."

He took out his blade, once again shining in the surrounding lights. Its dim inner light shone. Aleger gazed at it and looked back, his eyes blood red, full of rage.

"Should something happen to me, inform my relatives. If not, I will contact you in an instant..."

"Hang on, Aleger Brighthand!" Falther commanded, growing in height as his commanding voice took Aleger by surprise. "Explain yourself, else your orders shall be disregarded. The party must act and think like one!"

Grim shadow overtook the elf as he watched the old man approach him. armed for the first time. His clothing changed in an instant, surrounding him in a whirlpool of greenish cloth robes, covered with yellowy stripes and runes. A small orb, the size of a bird, shone brightly above his hand, floating in mid-air. The man was prepared for battle, whoever his enemy was would swiftly end up slashed in halves.

"Hide nothing or perish with your insanity!"

The mage threw the orb, guiding it straight into the elf. Taken by surprise once again, he barely evaded the magic burst, his brow scorched by the hot plasma, the deflected bolt striking the tree branch above the djinn's head, its shattered splinters passing through the spirit's ethereal embodiment. Was it the hostility that astonished him or his insane reflexes, he dared not respond to the attack and lowered his blade, nodding.

"Very well..."

Falther grinned behind his hood, not revealing his smile to thee astounded elf. Rarely did he use the magic powers that remained after the annihilation of the Nexus - which he himself had hidden and eventually forgotten, but the meeting with the djinn revived the rusty flow of magic within the wiseman's body. He could yet not achieve full control over them, seeing how close he was to harming the elf irrevokably. However, the elf proved to be a worthy opponent and could easily sear danger to anyone. But he understood what the mage meant, even if his rash actions were accidental.

"The tracks down there..." he gestured his hand towards the dirt below the floating djinn. The mud was full of footsteps, supposedly made by heavy warrior boots. "They are supposed to lead to an elven settlement in the forest nearby. As far as I know, it is one of our remaining elven outposts in the mainland from where we gather the news... and I suspect the footsteps are a proof that my kindred is currently under siege..."
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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted July 04, 2007 02:40 PM
Edited by wog_edn at 14:41, 04 Jul 2007.

The king of the black elves, Garet Jax, stood in the dead woods and waited. He were tired of living in the darkness, and wanted to live on Regna again. But because he were a black elf he were not allowed to come back, he were banned as the 600 other black elves. They were stronger than normal elves, and were faster and better with their swords. They also had the extreme advantage of the power to make themselves almost invisible, the only thing visible were a shimmering in the air. He waited for the seven Overlords to come, they had agreed to discuss the war with the elves. Dagda Mor had left that plan when the Ilse Witch had tried to kill him, and escaped deep into himself. He should hunt down and kill the Ilse Witch, and Uhl Belk had followed him. The demon hordes would even go, because the Ilse Witch now had powerful creatures, and with them she could persuade the goblins and orcs into joining her. The black elf king stood alone feeling the cold night-air. Then something moved in the horizont, it were the seven Overlords finally arriving. They moved quickly over to where he stood, looking at him as they waited for him to start talking.

"Not that you have finally arrived, we can discuss the war of the elves." he said, looking at each of them. "They have an army much bigger than the black elves', and not even you have a chance against them alone after the attack of the Krakens. I have 600 trained black elves ready to fight, including myself. We can be in front of your army, invisible and make the first attack, a surprise because they can't see us. When they are to many for us you send in your black dragons and manticors for aid. Your medusas and minotaurs will come after that, at the ground. The harpies and troglodytes will attack when we retreat, to secure the black elves. We will then move over to the back of the enemy army and attack there, then we will..."

"What do you mean about that you will move over to the back of the enemies army, won't they be inside their town?" Dace interrupted.

Garet Jax smiled faintly, his evil eyes shined red.

"As the demons and you have slaughtered the elves, we have captured them and kept them prisoners. That will be reason enough for the elves to come and save them, there is about hundred elves we've captured." he said, "Do you agree with my plan? The elves care to much about life to let us sacrifice the prisoners."

Dace started laughing, he had been chosen as the leader of the Overlords because of his fighting skills.

"Of course we are with you, if we can manage to kill the elves we will have no more enemies. Because after what I've got to know, the Changeling is now inside the humans capitol, making them also go against the elves."

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"What do you mean? Why do we have to attack the elves?" Pindalon were furious, he were the first minister in the counsil.

"They are a threath, don't you know that they have already killed the undeads and the mages. Their army will soon move out to go against the Overlords. We must kill them together with the Overlords if we are to survive." the Moric said, "I want the army ready for tomorrow, no, keep silent Pindalon. The elves are no longer our allies!"

He walked out of the counsil, and quick back to his room. Soon they would go to war. He sat down on the bad, drinking some wine. Then Pindalon came into the room.

"I told you, no arguing!" the Moric roared.

"I can't accept that you attacks the elves, I have heard rumors about demons." Pindalon said, also furious. "We can't be sure the elves are attacking us, nor that they attacked the undeads or the mages."

"You say that I am lying?" the Moric said, face red of anger. He had been lying of course, the best way to get the army ready.

"No, I just wonder how you got to know that the elves killed them." Pindalon said, trying to calm down.

"I got to know from a traveler, just before he died of his wounds." the Moric said, raising one hand and pointing at the door. "Now, leave me alone!"

Pindalon walked out of the door, and the black elf became visible.

"Well done, Moric, you have now mobilized the army and can soon move against the elves." he said.

The Moric moved over to the door to close it, Pindalon hadn't done it. Then he looked outside and saw Pindalon listening. He grabbed the first minister in the throath and dragged him into the room. When the first minister saw the black elf he went pale, then he saw the creature that had looked like Roland, now with red eyes and dark skin.

"You were right." the Moric said, "The demons were the ones that killed the mages and the undeads, the killing of a part of the Overlords army were an accident. Now that you know this I will have to kill you."

Then the Moric threw Pindalon out of the window, and the first minister struck the ground and died instantly. Then the Moric ran out of the room, grabbing a servant.

"Tell the counsil quick, the first minister fell out of my bedroom window. He is dead." Rolands face were pale and exhausted, and there was a sad look upon it.

The servant ran against the counsil, and then the Moric smiled. An accident, still this would go as planned.

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TDL


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Supreme Hero
The weak suffer. I endure.
posted July 05, 2007 12:44 AM

"Behind the bush, quickly!" Aleger whispered, taking an arrow out of his quiver and loading it into his bow. "There is a hostile group of scouts in the grove. They were careless enough to light a campfire next to an elven outpost, so it should not be hard to eliminate them. Nevertheless, we must be careful - the whole outpost might be obliterated thus many more occupants may join the battle."

"Let my arrows sting their bodies and the dagger stab them dead!"

The young elf jumped out of the bush, before Aleger could properly aim through the minuscule branches. At an immense pace, Halear jumped into the camp, taunting the enemies. A certain five of them rose up, arming themselves with large scimitars. Before one could slash the elf, a lightning bolt struck its insides, leaving a bleeding wound. As he turned around, another one would lift his heavy blade and swing it slowly at the nimble elf. A quivering feathered arrow would sting its forehead, piercing the horned helmet on it.

"Behind you!"

The three remaining enemies united against the elf, attempting to cleave its body with heavy two-handers. The elf barely evaded their attack, unable to strike back before catching his breath. Aleger took another arrow from its quiver, aiming another direct shot at one's forehead. But the time was short. One of the three picked up a heavy shield from the ground, grabbing a fiery branch from the fire, attempting to shield from the arrow volley. Halear seemingly had nowhere to run, but its miraculous reflexes allowed him to outrun another strike.

"Falther! Aleger! Not the perfect time to stand and gawp! Ready your weapons..."

Aleger leapt, untying his coat and taking out his sword. The hilt of its blade shone vaguely, emanating a peculiar light that reflected from the enemy armors. He charged the circle sieging the young elf, striking the enemies with brute force that did not fit an elf. Another foe dropped unconscious as its arm, slashed and twisted in a couple of places, started to bleed. But the remaining two enemies were smarter than they suspected. Aleger was knocked back, the shield pushing him back against a tree stump. Halear, confused, losing his attention, looked at the elf, sighing. The barbarian lifted his sword high above the elf's head, ready to tear the elf into parts.

"Halear, duck!"

A magical blue energy burst erupted from the sage's hand, whirling straight into the enemy group. The swordbearer screamed as he fell on the ground, his body ablaze. The sword he held shone in a red flame, burning his holding hand, twisting his body with wicked fire. The elf ducked as the victim fell straight onto his standing place. Aleger stood nearby, panting, astonished, his battle partner succumbing as he saw his mate cry out of pain. He was weak, fatigued, unwilling to continue the fight. Aleger rejuvenated, readying his sword for a final aim.

"Stop!" Falther stood up, his commanding voice echoing through the forest. "Do not attack him! I have never mortally harmed a fellow human and this is my first magical crucifiction. For this I will never truly be forgiven, but at times like these, it was inevitable. Alas, every live saved is a miracle by itself, especially when it is us that were the first to oppose." He approached the man, holding his hand, the man staring at him as if he was mad. "Can't we settle down in a peaceful manner?"

A strange smile lit upon his face, charming the person who had just been his enemy. A new ally, even for a moment...

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wog_edn
wog_edn

Promising

The Nothingness
posted July 05, 2007 12:14 PM

Garet Jax sat on top of a nightmare, riding in front of his army. They were not visible, just shimmering in the air. It looked like he rode alone in some extremely hot place. He wore his robe, and with two big swords at his back. He were the only black elf able to use two big swords at once, with the same speed and precision as the best of the others with short swords. Behind him walked a prisoner that should tell the elves that the black elves had prisoners. They rode against the melting-caves, where they made weapons. Garet Jax looked at his side when he heard a sound, but he couldn't see anyone. There were probably someone at the other side of that top, he thought. He rode over, and looked at the other side; an elven village unharmed by the war. He smiled grimly, then raised his hand and about hundred black elf-soldiers came to him.

"Attack them!" he said, "And leave no survivors."

He motioned for the elf-prisoner to be brought to him.

"Now you see our power." he hissed.

Then the black elves ran down against the village, there were not a sound. The villages didn't notice that there were someone there before they fell dead over, one after one they were slaughtered. No black elves fell, surprise were their strongest weapon. Then the black elves returned, after just a couple of minutes. There were no one left. They rode on to the melting-caves, and Garet Jax found out that they had been closer than he thought. He grabbed something from inside the flames, some iron-stick with the black elves' sign, the two crossing swords. He ordered the elf-prisoner to be brought to him, and burnmarked him on the chest. The elf screamed, but none of the black elves seemed to care.

"Now you can run." Garet Jax said, "Run to your lords and tell them we will meat them for war at the planes to the west of the Ravenshore. You tell them that we have the Overlords as allies, the demons will come if we fail or if they won't show up. Run, and tell them to be there the first day in the new month, you have 30 days. Tell them that we will kill hundreds of their people, and destroy all villages outside Regna. And when we are finished here, we will come for them then."

The elf breathed heavily, but nodded. The black elf soldiers released him, and he half ran, half stumbled away.

"Tell the Overlords to be at the north of the plains at the west of Ravenshore. We will be in front of them, leading the attack." Garet Jax said to a scout when the elf were gone. The black elf nodded and ran.

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baklava
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Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
posted July 22, 2007 03:43 PM

Aeldon walked through the elven city - people were passing by, smiling and singing, some even dancing beneath the pale shades nearby oaks cast. He looked up towards the sky, which was clear and bright, almost cloudless; the sun shone gently at the trees which grew slowly but steadily under its influence. Approaching a nearby herb, Aeldon touched it and bowed down to smell its colourful flower. For the first time in years, he felt blissfully merry, without any concerns in his life.

Suddenly a dark shadow descended. Looking at the sky again, Aeldon saw it filled with dense clouds, black as coal, and lightnings started striking randomly across the city. People began to scream and run, and the trees went ablaze. A red myst fell on Aeldon's eyes, and he felt great pain - as always, during his lycanthropy changes. But it was the middle of the day, and he couldn't seem to control himself. He saw a surprisingly calm elven female standing in front of him, with tears in her eyes, approaching him slowly. In inexplicable rage and complete berserk, he leaped at her and started hitting her, ripping her body apart with claws and closing his jaws around her neck.

Sweet, sweet elven blood...

Aeldon opened his eyes and screamed. Looking around, he saw he was lying in a bed in a small, warm room. It had pale brown walls seemingly made out of wood and it had one window, through which rays of the morning sun fell and bathed the room in calm, eye-resting light.

An elven woman quickly entered the room. She was tall and had watchful and steady, yet incredibly soothing gray eyes. A mixture of concern and joy went over her face.

"Aeldon! You are awake!" she said.

Glancing at her, Aeldon recognized her. It was the woman from his dream. When he saw that, he let out a surprised and horrified sigh, almost jumping from his bed.

"What's the matter?" she asked, seemingly as frightened as he was.

"I... I... I had a nightmare, that's all. I've never had nightmares before... Do forgive me" he said, slowly getting back to his senses.

"There is nothing to forgive, you have been through quite a lot. Too much. In fact, it is you who need to forgive me, my son."

Aeldon watched in awe. He couldn't move a muscle, and barely found the strength to sit back on his bed.

"M... Mother?"

"Yes, Aeldon. It is me... When young Whiterain brought you here through the remains of the Portal of the Forefathers, I recognized you immediately. I've called the best healers on the whole of Regna to help recover you completely."

"Portal of the Forefathers? Recovery?" Aeldon seemed confused. He felt like a child which went somewhere for the first time and now asks his parents about every detail.

"Patience, son. I will explain. But first, come with me. There are many people you must meet."

She led him downstairs, in a wide room with a long, ornamental table. About a dozen of people sat there, mostly unknown to Aeldon. But he noticed a familiar face, too - Enduil Whiterain. He stood up and approached him with welcoming words.

As it appeared, people around the table were members of the Sorrowleaf family, while Enduil was there because he brought Aeldon there. When he sat down and was given a meal like he hasn't tasted in months, they began to explain him what happened since he got unconcious.

"After you were knocked down by that beast, I've healed you temporarily with the Bloodherb spell, which my family excels at."

"But how did you transport me here? The seas are rather dangerous in these times..." Aeldon said, impatient to hear the entire story.

"Sea is not the only way of transportation for us elves" a man at the table said. "Long ago, in times forgotten, our ancestors built a secret portal now called the Portal of the Forefathers. It is hidden deep inside a dense forest in the mainland and leads here, at the heart of the city. Luckily, only those of elven blood might pass it; and furthermore, only those of pure heart. Spirits know how much that helped us against our black brethren." He said that word with clear anguish and disgust.

"Unfortunately," said Enduil, "your wolf friends had to stay on the other side. So when I arrived here with you, I brought you to your family. But it occured that your wounds are far greater than it seemed - and weren't caused by the beast."

Another elf continued. He was older and more experienced, probably a healer.
"Your soul bears on it a curse. You are a lycanthrope, but a specific one - you manage to regain control over yourself in times of change. But you have slain an elf, have you not?"

"Yes, but a black elf" Aeldon justified himself.

"Nevertheless. We only use magic to defeat our dark kin - rarely weapons and pure might. Your soul would always thirst for elven blood, ever since. Luckily, we have found a way to prevent that curse, and we have already healed Enduil - if you slay elves of unpure soul, it is possible to remove the consequences. However, with you, as a lycanthrope, some problems occured."

"What problems?" Aeldon asked. His lycanthropy brought him only problems ever since he knows for himself.

"Well, you had to lay unconcious for a lot longer than you were supposed to - three weeks. We managed to calculate that and were waiting for you to wake up, as you might have noticed. Your soul led inner battles with the curse. Furthermore, your lycanthropy has been extended - not only will it occur when it is full moon; but also when corrupted elves are near - due to a complexed mixture of hatred and instincts. That will hopefully be as rare as possible, but we can never know."

Aeldon sighed. "So that's it?"

"One last thing" a tall and somewhat old elf, sitting at the top of the table, said. He was obviously the house leader. "A son of my niece is like a son of mine. Welcome to the Sorrowleaf family, Aeldon. Whatever happens, whatever curse you might bear, you will always have a home here."

"Thank you, sir" Aeldon said, smiling honestly.

"Now" Enduil said after they finished the conversation. "In order to thank you for bringing me back to my family, my father has brought up this as a gift to you, in the name of the Whiterain house."

Having said that, he took out a strange-shaped leather bag, put it on the table, and opened it. A strange object, seemingly a string instrument, shined on the table. Its shape was strange indeed - its neck was long and thin, and it's body was flat with hornshaped part closer to the neck and a round lower end. It was azure blue with a white pad covering a part of the body. The strings seemed to pulse with energy.

"This is G'Ibson Lesp-Aul, the Guitar of Spirit-Music. It is said in the legends that it was given to the greatest elven bard that lived here by the Spirits themselves, in the right hands it has great magic power. And I do not know a bard more worthy of it than you." Enduil looked at Aeldon. "Go on, take it."

Aeldon looked at it in amazement. "I... I can't... This is a holy elven artefact, I cannot possibly take it."

"It is a gift from one of the most powerful elven houses. You not only have the right, but are morally obliged to have it," Enduil insisted.

Aeldon picked it up carefully, a smile of confusion and awe dancing on his face. He felt his fingers dragged onto the neck of the guitar, as if it was calling him. Then he started playing.

He didn't really think about it a lot. Fingers seemed to fly around themselves, and the sounds were wonderful. From deepest sorrow to joyest happiness, from purest love to righteous fury, the emotions just flew away from the guitar, and Aeldon felt he has become one with the instrument. The rest of the people in the room watched astonished, and couldn't even move.

But the music was broken by a messenger getting into the room.

"Milords, come quickly! Grave news are at hand!"

"What is it?" people in the room wondered and followed the messenger to the palace, entering the Council Chamber. Aeldon also went with them.

The chamber was huge and round in shape, with cascades for sitting around. All the families were there, and the Sorrowleaves took a sit too. In the middle of the speaking circle stood an elf in a long silver robe.

"Fellow elven kinsmen! A former prisoner of the forces of darkness has returned among us to inform us of horrifying news! Seemingly, our enemies are poised to strike - dungeon overlords, in alliance with our fallen cousins, the black elves, have challenged us openly to battle in the open field at the west of Ravenshore."

A grim sigh is heard from all around the room.

"We cannot accept!" a member of the council said. "We will be beaten completely! We must stay and fortify on Regna."

"Alas, we have no choice. They have much of our kinsmen as prisoners, and they are surely to suffer greatly if we do not fight now. We are bloodbound to help them in any way we can."

Then Aeldon decided to speak. "But how do we know they won't butcher them as soon as they see us approaching? It is foolish to march against their full force."

"So the young Sorrowleaf has awoken..." the elf speaker said. "I understand what you are trying to say, but what other choice do we have? We cannot simply let the captives be butchered!"

Aeldon was silent for a second.

"Sometimes," he finally said, "one person can succeed where thousands would fail."

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The Nothingness
posted August 04, 2007 01:29 AM

The Moric was closing in on the Dungeons army, and the black elves. He rode silent, the black elf walking beside him. The black elves were much bigger than the normal elves too, their magic had engulfed them and made them stronger and wilder. Deadlier would be a perfect word to describe them. Then suddenly the horses in the front of the human army stopped, backing away. Black elves appeared, the army coming visible from where they were. The humans drew their swords, archers and marksmen reaching for their arrows. The black elf next to the Moric said a few words, and the army became invisble again. The Moric signed for the humans to continue, and they rode on. When they reached the dark Dungeon-creatures they halted. The Moric stepped off his horse and walked over to the Dungeon Overlords. Together they entered a tent that waited. The Moric changed back to its normal form, a black mass of muscles, teeth and claws.

"So, put the black elves all around the camp, To make sure no one can pass?" The Moric asked.

"It's done." Garet Jax detached himself from the shadows, his enormeus form even taller than the moric. "Only 15 feet between each of them, invisible. No one can pass, they will see anyone. If so the person would need better eyes and senses than a black elf, and we have the best in the whole world."

A terrifying grin crossed his face faintly.

"Soon the elves are all dead." he whispered, "Then our goal is finished."

The Moric smiled assuring, a wickedlooking wild grimase.

Oh, you wish, Garet Jax, you wish. The Moric thought, The demons want all the elves dead.


The angels gathered, then hurried against the tent. If they should be able to prove it to the humans that their king was a demon, not the old Roland they would need it's real form. They had recieved a last call for help from the angel that had come to the Moric to kill him. Now they should make the humans attack and destroy the Dungeon Overlords. But they were not as many as the dark ones. They grabbed the tent and lifted it up, revealing to the humans that there were no king there. First everything went completely still, then the Moric hissed venomous, black elves appearing by his sides. Then Garet Jax called out, a single sharp cry. And the humans started dying, the black elves had hurtled at them at once. Garet Jax knew the humans would see that Roland wasn't there. Half of the human army fell before they could manage to establish a defense against the rush. Their enemy was invisible, which they was not used to. Black dragons attacked too now, sweeping over from the air. Then the angels counterattacked. Sweeping into the black dragons, there were many angels, throngs of them. Garet Jax roared some words in an anscient language, and the skies went black. The black elves stopped, then all shouted the words too, raising their arms. Then suddenly their swords took fire, and they continued to slaughter the humans even faster. Garet Jax shouted, and the nightmare appeared. He touched it, and wings were summoned. Black as night. He flew up, a sword of fire in both hands. He were a magnet, as the angels came flying on him from every direction. He lashed out at them with his magic, slashing those who came to close. The nightmare helped too, being as a rocket through the air. In short time other black elves followed his example, and the air were filled with black elves on their nightmares. Black Elves were strong as an angel, so the match were no enormeus problem for them. Half of the army stayed down to fight the humans, aided by the minotaurs and medusas. When the morning came, there were only one human left. Unharmed, he were brought to Garet Jax.

"Now you see our power, go find the elves and tell them we destroyed the human army in one night!" he snarled.

The human ran away, stumbling and falling several times. Garet Jax turned over to the Moric.

"How big was the losses?" he asked, a low hiss.

"Greater than we would like, now the elves have a chance against us. We lost almost half of our dungeon army, just a few black elves. About twenty or so." the Moric answered.

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posted August 05, 2007 12:55 AM

Thunder-like noises were heard from the other side of the hill. Screams of pain and death swarmed around Aeldon's ears, joining with horrifying sounds of clashing iron and blades cutting through skin. The battle has obviously begun.
Climbing on the top of the hill to find a better view, Aeldon saw the chaos in the valley where the enemy camp stood. Humans have seemingly turned against their dark allies as mysteriously as they joined them. They were probably deceived, and now they noticed the ploy, thought Aeldon.

Poor human souls... They never realise their mistake until it is too late...

He watched in despair for a few seconds as his semi-kin battled the armies of black elves and overlords, surprised and outnumbered. Then he decided it was his time to act.

Away from the heat of battle, a few black tents stood. One of them had a black elven guard in front, despite the combat that took place not too far away. Aeldon reasoned that was the prison tent.
He took off the guitar from his back, placed the fingers on the strings and started playing. Again, it more seemed like the instrument was playing him, but he didn't mind. He learned quickly that the spirit music would do what was needed and that was all he needed to know.

The black elf guarding the tent heard someone approaching. He readied his blades in expectation, but suddenly all he heard were watery chords from an unknown string instrument. They seemingly drew nearer and turned into a masterfully played chain of sounds which clouded the elf's senses and caused him to relax, though unwillingly.
Then Aeldon began to sing. The voice didn't seem like his own, it more looked like someone else sang through his body. Certainly one of the spirits, Aeldon thought, resigned.

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl


And indeed, a roar was heard in the air, mixed with loud howling of the whipping wind. The black elf looked around himself in paralyzing panic, not noticing two silent ethereal figures riding out of the fog and galloping towards him from different sides.
Aeldon could only watch as the riders drew their swords and simultaneously cut off the black elf's head. Right after that, they dematerialized into the very fog they rode from.

After several moments of shock, Aeldon put the guitar back on his back and approached the tent, avoiding to look at the decapitated body lying in the dust near the entrance. Aeldon was just about as confused as the black elf was, but there was no time for thinking.
He entered the tent and saw several elves tied with ropes on the ground. But he let out a sigh of despair, seeing the bloodstains on them. They were dead; slaughtered by the black elves already as Aeldon feared.

Then he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around immediately and saw two black elves blocking the exit.

"One of the most notable weaknesses about your kin" one of them said with a grin as horrifying as his cold, ruthless eyes, "is their pitiful predictibility."

Aeldon's face darkened. He was caught in a trap like a wild animal. According to the code of the wolves, there was only one way out of that situation. A reddish myst started filling Aeldon's view until it became a blooded vision of the world around him.

"Why are you shaking, elf?" the other black elf said, with a grin similar to his kinsman's. "Could it be that you are even more cowardly than other weaklings of your race?"

"Turn..." Aeldon started. He had trouble speaking, his jaw trembled along with the rest of his body. Black elves watched with interest.

"...around..." The guitar fell on the ground. Even it seemed to take a distance from Aeldon now. Aeldon remembered the doctor's voice in his pain-filled mind. Furthermore, your lycanthropy has been extended.

"...and..." he continued, his voice getting rough and his face starting to reshape.

Using all his muscles, all his humanity left, Aeldon managed to say the final word calmly. Disturbingly calmly.
"...run."

Leaping in the air, he grabbed the face of one of the black elves. He heard his screams, but they seemed distant, like they were none of his business. The skull soon crushed beneath the claws.

The other elf showed remarkable, if futile, skill - he pulled out his blade and charged as a lightning towards the wolf-like creature; however, no matter how good the reflexes of a sapient being are, the pure, wild instincts of an untamed beast will always be stronger. Aeldon, with one hand still thrust deeply in the skull of his first victim, turned around his other hand so quickly that even his would-be backstabber couldn't surpass that - he thrust the claws in the black elf's chest and slammed him towards the dusty ground. Then he turned his full attention at him.

As the sky outside blackened, and the angels struggled against the dungeon army in a massive whirlpool of blades and rage, a short and desperate scream of a lone black elf guard in a distant tent has passed unnoticed.

Kneeling on the tent floor, his hands blooded from the brutally butchered black elves, Aeldon slowly turned back to normal. While the red myst faded away, a voice inside him whispered the same, hated phrase.
Sweet, sweet elven blood...

* * *

Upon returning to the city, Aeldon told the council the news he witnessed. The king was in the chamber too, listening carefully the words of a young half-blood bard.

"So," the king said, showing signs of slight but very limited joy, "the enemy no longer has human allies and his army is weakened severely. Our situation is much less desperate now."

He looked around himself, and then continued.
"But this is not a time to celebrate. Instead of certain death, we have merely been given a chance to survive. And we will use that chance in any way we can. There is no need for the battle to take place here; we do not want the population to suffer the horrors of a siege. No, my friends, we will take the battle to them!"

After a small pause for the audience to understand this, he added:
"Of course, we no longer need to accept their demands. You all know that after the recent events, our enemies need to replenish their troops. We will prevent them from that. We will stop their main army from retreating from their current positions by cutting them off in Taurdin, the Silent Woods, the place they must retread through."

A loud whispering was heard in the mass. Finally, a council member rose and said:
"But our army is far behind theirs; it cannot reach those positions before the Gulhoth!"

Gulhoth, meaning "Darkspell horde", was the ancient name for Black elves, used mostly by the elders, who have lived in the days of the reckoning and fought against their fallen kin.

The King looked at him.
"I remember you, Elyndor. I remember how bravely you slayed the Gulhoth back in the days of war. I will not send just anyone to battle the dark hordes. Have you forgotten the Order of Feorn?"

This caused yet another big reaction in the council. Order of Feorn, or Treespirit, has been the elite group of the most skilled warriors, imbued with the greatest magic powers in the land. After the reckoning, they have mostly returned to living normal lives as ordinary citizens or members of the council.

"You've heard me!" the king said loudly. "Rise again, warriors of the woods! Come forth from your wanderings in the normal life - you know yourself that battle is your only way! Go, messengers, and bring word across the town that the Order of Feorn is refound, and that all of its members are to come in front of the palace to receive further orders."

A few hours later, a group of about 500 veteran elves, in special emerald-coloured armours with battlemarks of Feorn, gathered in front of the palace. It seemed that each one of them kept their equipment safe and good as new all the time, during the centuries of peace. Among them were many council members, and some elder nobles from each family; including the Sorrowleaves. They were a truly remarkable sight; with their double-bladed swords and armors shining beneath the rays of sunlight.

Soon, the king walked out of the palace and stood in front of them.
The warriors, as one, raised their blades and committed a complicated and frightening ritual pirouette with their blades - the sounds of sliced air filled the city and the gathered civilian crowd started cheering.

Then they all shouted, also as one:
"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea!"
Meaning "by the sea and stars", the traditional elven military greeting.

"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea," the king replied to them. "Nae saian luume', melloneamin" he added - meaning "it has been to long, my friends".

After the king explained the battleplans, warriors of Feorn were joyful. Again will they be able to fulfill their true purpose.
In less than an hour, they were ready to leave and start their march to cut off the enemy forces. They were quick, much quicker than any elven warrior; and they moved through forests as ordinary people move through roads. They would reach the enemies in less than a day.

After ending his speech, the king approached Aeldon.

"My men will need a good bard to aid them..." He stopped for a second. "And they will also appreciate something that can frighten even the black elves" he added, smiling. "Will you follow them, young Sorrowleaf?"

Aeldon was confused. "But sir, my mother..."

"I believe she will understand" the king said. "I am truly sorry, but we need your services now more than ever. You will be greatly rewarded, too. We are in great need of you, young Sorrowleaf. Please don't make a king beg."

Aeldon sighed heavily. "Very well, my king. It would be an honour."

"Then I pronounce you an honorary warrior of Feorn" the king said, rejoiced. "Mae govannen, astalder."

A slight pause.

"That means 'well met, valiant one'" the king explained. "You should really start learning elven, Aeldon."

"As soon as I find a pause between quests and special missions, I might as well do that" said Aeldon with a smile.

The king laughed. "Very well then. So long, for now. But we shall certainly see you again, after you return."

Suddenly Aeldon's mother ran to him.
"Aeldon!"

Aeldon turned around and hugged her.
"Why are you leaving me?" she asked, sorrowful.

"Don't worry, mother. I will return." His voice trembled a little. "You have my word. I have survived a lot already, I might as well live through a minor battle too."

"My son... A warrior of Feorn" she said, pride bursting through her tears. "Take care, Aeldon."

After those words, Aeldon turned around and wiped a tear from his eye.
Moving out of the city along with other warriors of Feorn, he walked a bit astride from them. He didn't even notice as he took out his guitar.

I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here

Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

I can hear the sound
Of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune


Aeldon sighed again. Wolves don't cry, he said to himself. But at least guitars can.

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The Nothingness
posted August 05, 2007 01:40 AM

"Go!" Garet Jax snarled to the Dungeon Overlords, "The elves have only had a few peoples that would be able to catch up with us now."

"Feorn." Dace hissed.

"Exactly." Garet Jax nodded.

"But they haven't been fighting in many years!" Lorelei protested, "Why should the elves suddenly decide to send them on us now?"

"No one had been by the tents as I know, yet something had killed some of my black elf-guards there." Garet Jax said, "The elves know we killed the prisoners, and will surely revenge it!"

"But why do you want us to go then, the warriors of Feorn will surely come if they still exist. You would need all the help you could get to defeat them." Dace protested, "Besides, we have also been fighting them before!"

"It is a matter of pride!" Garet Jax roared, and in a blur of movement one of the short swords were out, and had cut off Dace's head. "They are the same race as the black elves, this is our war now! Do some of the others of you want to complain?"

Lorelei shook her head no, and Garet Jax turned her back to them and walked away. The Overlords gathered their forces and drew back, they would not like to challenge the black elves now as they had no more black dragons.

"Moric!" Garet Jax roared, and the Moric appeared. "I want you to gather a few Strakens for me. I want some demons in this too, you were banned because of them."

The Moric nodded, he could manage that. Then he walked away as well, and Garet Jax were left alone. He walked over to some of his officers.

"How many elves are left? And what kind of weapons do we have for our fight now?" he asked.

"We have the company with longbows, ready to take out those who would challenge us on distance." Ellenroh said, a rather ugly, extremely muscular black elf woman. her white hair were tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a chainmale. A longbow were strapped over her back.

"We also have the company with hook swords. Able to grapple and disarm most normal swordmen." Rimmer Dall said, his hard face a mask.

"These are no normal swordmen we are going to fight, it's the warriors of Feorn." Garet Jax hissed.

The officers looked at each others. The warriors of Feorn were greatly fearer among black elves, because they were the only ones able to spot them due to their invisibility.

"Are we going to fight them without the aid of the army of Dungeon?" Eventin asked in fury, "You sent them away so we are supposed to fight them alone? You are no worthy general of this army!"

Garet Jax went black with anger (fun, right?A black elf becoming black ).

"Do you challenge me, Eventin?" he asked softly, a sharp edge to his voice.

"No, no one are able to kill you in a duel." Eventin said.

"Exactly!" Garet Jax grinned. "But remember this; we have demons on our side. A pack of ten Strakens have promised to fight with us."

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posted August 05, 2007 01:09 PM


After about a day of traveling through forgotten passages, including the Portal of the Forefathers, the company set foot on the mainland again. Aeldon felt a shiver through his spine - not induced with fear, but with expectation. And indeed, during a small pause for the soldiers to have a meal (though their souls feast on battle, their bodies still need usual food), the elves jumped and drew their bows in readiness.

Aeldon knew what they felt.
"No! Wait!" he yelled. The elves looked at him in confusion and then remembered his nature. They relaxed and put down their bows. A huge pack of wolves descended from the surrounding hills.

The Feorn warriors were astonished; such a number of wolves they've never seen before. Hundreds, if not thousands of beasts just seemed to appear around them, and Aeldon walked toward them and kneeled.

"My friends! It has been a long time indeed."

Wolves seemed joyful; again, something the elven warriors have never seen before. But then one of the largest and strongest wolves stepped forward and approached Aeldon growling.

At first, warriors thought that the animal was hostile, but then they realized - it was a strange way of nature communication; it wasn't the words that mattered, it was the tone with which they are spoken. The wolf didn't merely growl, he was speaking.

After that, Aeldon whispered something to the wolf. The wolf replied in further growling, and it seemed as if they were arguing about something. After that, Aeldon turned away from the wolf and approached the elves again.

"The Black elves dismissed the Dungeon army. They have seemingly decided to stay and battle alone."

"That doesn't sound like them" said one of the warriors. "Their thirst for personal vengeance is huge, but they still wouldn't dismiss their allies unless they have ways to be certain they'll win," said one of the warriors.

"Yes, but how?" asked another one.

"There is only one way to find out" said the first one. "Proceed as planned. The attack is imminent; and we have ways to protect ourselves from surprise attacks. We too have aces up our sleeves. But the risk is large."

"Perhaps we should let the bard go after all?" a third warrior said. "He has a mother and a family to return to; he is still young and has much more to see in his life. We are just old warriors; our lives are meaningless. But he..."

And all the elves that gathered there turned to Aeldon. One of them stepped out and said:
"Indeed. You have a choice, Aeldon. You can return safely to your mother, to continue your life as you should, and leave us and our cursed endless battles far behind. Or you can join us in what may be the final battle with our fallen kin, to either return victorious or join our ancestors in the eternal glory. So what do you say, young bard? Will you share our greed for revenge and honour and continue with us in our gambit?"

"You forget that you are my order now. I will follow you to the end," Aeldon said with unbreakable resolve. "It is no longer a matter of choice."

"Then it is settled," a warrior said. A mixture of pride and compassion was heard in his voice.

"One more thing," Aeldon said. "My wolf friends are a stubborn lot. They have tracked down the Dungeon army and are insisting to attack it. They don't really like overlords" he added. "I've tried to explain them the danger of such an attack, but they wouldn't listen. So the overlord army might be in for a few nasty surprises in their retreat."

"Very well," the warrior said. "Good news indeed. Their force will be so crippled after that, that we may look forward to years of peace. But let us continue with our march. We could use something to speed us up; perhaps you know some good song, bard?"

Aeldon waved his head. "I don't. But my guitar does."

And hard sounds just sprayed from the instrument, indeed giving the troops additional adrenaline to speed up further.

Running from the nightmare
In the middle of the road
Hell's no place for sleeping
In a world beyond control
Caught in the headlights
Coming after you
When I woke up this morning
I had to do what I gotta do
Blast me to Heaven for loving you
Blast me to Heaven for loving you

Speed
Give me what I need
Yeah
White lightning...


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The Nothingness
posted August 05, 2007 03:18 PM

"Ilse Witch, I am comming for you!" Dagda Mor whispered those words over and over in his mind.

He sat on a bat, flying over his demons. They were on a hunt, to kill the Ilse Witch. She had traited him, and he could not let that pass. She had to die! After all, he was her mentor, the one which had learned her what she could. Ilse Witch. Singer, it meant. And truly she sang, the magic were in her voice. She had the power to create and destroy, but after all he controlled the fire of hell. She would not be able to kill him, she would not be able to penetrate his shield of fire. He had the need of other demons though, she had taken the Krakens, so he were powerless compared to her army now. But the Strakens, some of the most powerful beings ever to be, were something else. They would be able to kill even the Krakens, and he could focus on her. They were closing in on her castle now, a massive structure. They were past Ravage Roaming, and almost by the water, where she lived. Beside him were Tael Riverine, he were also sitting on one of those giant bats. Tael Riverine, almost as strong as Dagda Mor he would become the leader of the demons if he died. Tael had only made one mistake in his whole life, and that was when he spoiled a chance to escape the forbidding by letting a druid he had tricked inside escape. He had been punished after that, and after that been loyal only to Dagda Mor.

"Do you think I am doing the right thing, Tael Riverine?" Dagda Mor asked, he doubted this decision.

"I am not the right to answer that, you must kill her if you find it neccesary." Tael Riverine answered.

Dagda Mor looked out into the skies, darkness. That was what he had become, despite to the trust he had been given. But he felt hatred, it burned within him. He wanted the elves destroyed, the last survivors except from the demons. The only ones to survive from the beginning of time until now. He closed his eyes, the ghosts were still there. He knew they would always be, he were cursed. He stopped breathing for a moment, letting his thoughts cast out and he searched. He searched for the Ilse Witch, to know where she was at this single moment. Then suddenly pain struck him, she was that close. He fell backward, down from the bat and against the ground. Tael Riverine screamed in despair, and made the bat dive after him. His own bat had been ruined, burned into a urrecognizeable mass of flesh. Tael Riverine to late to catch him, but managed to cast a net of magic which he would try to catch him with.The net barely slowed Dagda Mor, the Straken Lord's own magic rising in defence and blocking most of it. Dagda Mor struck the ground, and everything went still. The air was filled with dust, and none of the demons could see anything. Tael Riverine hurried over to where Dagda Mor had struck the ground, and were surprised to find his lord already standing. After a fall on over two hundred feet, most creatures would have been dead. Dagda Mor's eyes were wild, and to Tael Riverine's astonishment filled with fear.

"She is close!" he said, a sharp, quick whisper.

"The Ilse Witch?" Tael Riverine asked.

"Yes, she is probably waiting for us. She knew I would come for her, it's a trap!" Dagda Mor answered.

"Shall we leave, and continue the war against the elves?" Tael Riverine asked doubtfull.

"No, she have to die. She is a greater threath than the elves, far greater." Dagda Mor said, "After all the elves aren't trying to kill us if we let them be."

Dagda Mor looked around.

"Tell the demons to prepare to make a stand, she is coming!" He hissed.

Tael Riverine shouted the orders, and the Strakens grouped into a defence position against the direction Dagda Mor said she would come from. After not long time they heard sound, it was like the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps. Krakens.

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posted September 22, 2007 12:09 PM

She had been traveling in that god awful cage for days now.  Her army was vainly trying to catch up, but how can they keep up with Krackens?  Just her luck to get captured by a witch, she could get loose, and probably get herself free, but that would be so...messy.  She hated violence, even if she was kept in a cage as if some pet.  She was used for her healing, she was always used for her healing in one way or another.  She could not help it.  If she saw someone, or even something in pain, she had to help.

A hideous, but at the same time mesmerising voice breaks her revelry.  "Don't worry pet...soon you will not be so bored.  We go to war and you will have other uses then to sit and look pretty all day. I might even have use of your white magics.  We shall see.  I think you will enjoy the celebration if we win." something about that made her skin crawl.  She hoped somebody would let her out of the cage soon..if not the thought of what might happen at the end of whatever conflict they were going to might just make her get out herself.

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The Nothingness
posted September 23, 2007 02:03 AM

Dagda Mor watched the Ilse Witches army approach, then he stepped forward.

"They may be stronger than us, but we will take them in numbers!" he roared, the demons roared, their limbs rose and the other army looked unsure. The demons were veterans in war, the enemy had almost never fought before. Dagda Mor were more powerful than the Ilse Witch, but the Ilse Witch were faster.

The armies started moving against each others. The Ilse Witch had managed to get smaller troops too, and they stormed in front of the slow Krakens. They troops crashed into each others, the demons overflooding the others. Then the Krakens joined, and the demons were pressed back. The demons climbed the giant forms, but it didn't seem to help, and they shrugged the blows the smaller demons gave them. One of his Strakens moved forward.

"Wait!" Dagda Mor said, "When the smaller ones are dead, we join."

They didn't have to wait long, in just a few moments the demons had fallen. Dagda Mor let his staff rise, and the fire struck at the first Kraken. It fell, and the earth shook as it struck it.

"Come and get me, Ilse Witch. I am waiting for you!" He roared, and send the fire into another one.

The other Strakens moved slowly forward, some big and some small. The Ilse Witch showed herself soon, the Krakens didn't stand a chance against the full force of Strakens. They were not many, so they fell easy for the raw power of magic. She let her magic surge through the place and kill all the Strakens vulnerable to it. Several died on her first strike, the rest of them escaped. A challenge had been offered, a silent one. If Dagda Mor didn't accept, the war was over and they would go their way. Dagda Mor stepped forward, and send his fire at her. The place around her exploded in 60 feet to each direction, and when the fire were gone she was unharmed. She sent her magic at him, the sound of it filling the air and struck him. He were sent sprawling, and rose. This won't work! he thought, We are equal of magical powers, I must take her in pure strenght! He ran for her, casting up shields to stop her attacks. Then she relized what he did, and made illusions, images of herself appereared around on the battlefield and started to run around herself, while casting offensive spells. Dagda Mor bent down, and said a few words. Then he stabbed his staff to the ground and cut his wrist. The earth exploded into the earth, destroying all the images and sending the Ilse Witch flying away. She fell down again, and started to rise. Then Dagda Mor was just by her side, grabbing her shoulder. He lifted her up, and faced her. While she had a fierce look at her face, he looked sad.

"I love you." he whispered, then broke her neck.

Her dead body fell to the ground, and he stepped away from her.

"Search their cages and such for prisoners." one of the Strakens shouted, and it was done.

Soon they returned, and they brought two persons. One of them was a woman. Dagda Mor looked at the other one, a man, and even a man that looked like a thief. Dagda Mor cut his head off, but he couldn't do the same with the woman.

"I want you to come with us, I can feel the magic inside of you. I will need your powers to help me heal my wounds, and not the ones at the outside." Dagda Mor whispered to her, "My soul is broken, the other half is ruined. I will never be able to kill a woman again, so if you stay with us for some time I promise, I will let you go."

He turned to the demons.

"There will be no more war, if anyone want us dead they can try to attack us and see what happens. But we shall not attack anyone, I am tired of it."

The demons exchanged glances, this was not demonic!

"You are no demon of us, leave us or fight us!" one of the demons shouted, several agreed.

Soon all of them were shouting for him to leave. He looked down, and then at the woman.

"Are you coming with me?" he asked.
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posted September 23, 2007 06:34 AM

She could feel the pain without even touching him. How could she refuse to heal such pain.  Her curse was to heal whoever sought her aid..sighing she nodded.  "I will come.  People will come after me, they always do.  They mean well, and I do not wish them harmed.  Promise me their safety?"

Fatigue, sorrow, and the pain of the war was taking its toll on her.  So much hate and pain, so much sorrow and misery.  She had to get out of here quick.  Still, without her even thinking about it, her hand reached out.  Touching her would be savior, she felt the connection.  All the pain, physical and mental seeped from him into her instantly.  She passed out before she got her answer.  Power flooded into the person she healed.  More and more just kept entering his body.  If the connection was not broken soon, she would parish, but the power felt so good...
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The Nothingness
posted September 23, 2007 12:04 PM

Dagda Mor gasped, his sorrow were taken away, his memory of the Ilse Witch started to fade already. The healer were much more powerful than he had first thought, and he would not let her die. He could feel the life force in her fade quickly, his pain were of the worst sort possible. He took a step away, and she fell to the ground. She had felt his powers, felt the power of destruction and would never forget it. It was something new to her, something far more terrifying than she could ever have experienced before.

"I am sorry." he whispered.

He looked at the demons, some of them started to move out to the flanks to trap him. He were stronger though, her healing had left him extremely strong. He picked up the smaller body and carried her away into the forest. The demons would go to war, certainly against the elves. Dagda Mor were tired of war, tired of the death of his friends and even the one he loved. He were to go to the elves and warn them, even to help them.
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posted September 23, 2007 01:02 PM
Edited by baklava at 13:02, 23 Sep 2007.

Aeldon nodded silently. He sensed that the wolves were already skirmishing upon the remains of the Dungeon army. A wicked lot, the Overlords. Always seeking to backstab, they now found themselves ambushed. A smile flew over his face for a second.

Suddenly Aeldon caught a glimpse of something coming at him. A Feorn warrior drew his blade and waved it in front of Aeldon's face, as quick as a lightning. Aeldon was confused but then noticed an arrow on the ground, cut in half.

He wanted to thank him, but it was too late - the black elf barrage of arrows had begun.

Evading most of them, the Feorn warriors found out the black elven positions in a second, and charged. The black elves took out their blades and the skirmish began.

Aeldon quickly took G'Ibson out and seeked a melody to empower the troops. Lightning bolts sprayed out of it as he took it, killing one and stunning several black elves around it. He was still in awe of the power of the instrument. The stone-hard riffs started.

Here I go now
Here I go into new days
I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Here I go into new days


A Feorn warrior tried to strike his blade into a black elf, but he parried it and started a counter attack. The Feorn crouched and cut the black elf's legs, taking his head as he was falling in pain.

Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me,
I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me


A black elf started a series of attacks upon a Feorn, but he managed to dodge them. Another black elf came from behind - Feorn turned around and wounded him, but the first one used that to stab him in the back, kicking him off the blade. The Feorn fell into the dust.

Do you bury me when I'm gone
Do you teach me while I'm here
Just as soon as I belong, this time I disappear


Aeldon leaped into the air, G'Ibson overloading and sending a chain lightning into the toughest ranks of black elves, before it went silent. Aeldon took it off and tossed it into the ground as the adrenaline changed him into a beast.
Seeing him as a huge wolf-like creature rampaging through the stunned black elves, the Feorn warriors made a concentrated charge towards other squads, still sending a few soldiers to help Aeldon.
In a few bloody minutes, the battle was over. No black elves ran. They stood until they all fell, dragging many Feorn with them. Only about 20 Feorn survived, some of them wounded.

Aeldon layed on the ground, feeling no pain, the same old cursed sentence running through his brain, eating it out and pillaging it from the inside.
Sweet.
Sweet.
Elven.
Blood.


"The bard is wounded!" someone yelled, and two Feorn approached him.

"Get away! Get away! All of you!" Aeldon screamed, covering his face.

"Take it easy, my friend..." a Feorn said. "You have been cut with a black elf blade. It will heal, but you need to rest."

"I... I appologize. The voice..."

"What voice?" Feorn was confused.

"It... never mind."

Another Feorn warrior stepped forward. "We have you to thank for this victory, bard" he said, proudly. "Though it cost us many men, the black elves are finally defeated. If it weren't for your magic..."

"But I did not do anything" he said. "The guitar... it... It played itself."

"Aye. But that is because of you. It will let only those worthy enough to hold it, and it will play for them. The G'Ibson is now one with you, bard" he said, and handed it to him. Despite it falling to dust and being stomped on throughout the battle, it was as good as new.

A Feorn brought a few bandages to Aeldon. Aeldon put them around his ribs, ignoring the pain. Elven bandages would increase his already good werewolf regeneration ability. In a day or two, he would be healed.

By that time, wolves returned. Some of them scorched and wounded, there was still many of them. Aeldon watched them in silence. He already knew. The overlords have been crippled severely, those few that survived retreated into their underground lairs. The wolf skirmishes have been succesful.

He nodded his head peacefully. The wolves let out a howl, turned around, and returned to the forests.

"What happened, bard?"

Aeldon turned towards him. "Victory, my friend."

The Feorn smiled. "Fair enough! Let us return to the city, then. To bring the good news to the people."

Instead of an answer, Aeldon started playing as they began their journey back to the city.

Papa, Why Do You Play
All The Same Old Songs
Why Do You Sing
With The Melody

Cause Down On The Street
Somethings Goin' On
There's A Brand New Beat
And A Brand New Song

He Said
In My Life, There Was So Much Anger
Still I Have No Regrets
Just Like You, I Was Such A Rebel
So Dance Your Own Dance, And Never Forget

N'oubliez Jamais
I Heard My Father Say
Every Generation Has Its Way
A Need To Disobey

N'oubliez Jamais
It's In Your Destiny
A Need To Disagree
When Rules Get In The Way
N'oubliez Jamais

Mamma, Why Do You Dance
To The Same Old Songs
Why Do You Sing
Only Harmony

Cayse Down On The Street
Something's Goin' On
There's A Brand New Beat
And A Brand New Song

She Said
In My Heart Theres A Young Girls Passion
For A Life Long Duet
AND Someday Soon
Someone's Smile Will Haunt You
So Sing Your Own Song And Never Forget

What Is This Game
Searching For Love Or Fame, It's All The Same
One Of These Days You Say That Love Will Be The Cure
I'm Not SO Sure

N'oubliez Jamais
I Heard My Father Say
Every Generation Has Its Way
A Need To Disobey

N'oubliez Jamais
It's In Your Destiny
A Need To Disagree
When Rules Get In The Way
N'oubliez Jamais...


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money,
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The Nothingness
posted September 23, 2007 01:19 PM

Dagda Mor arrived the gates of the elves city. He were still carrying the healer, cradled her within her arms. They would attack him, he knew, and he had to stop the attack and in the same move not hurt any elves. The demons were just behind him, and he had to warn the elves quick.

"Open the gates!" he shouted.

"Who's there?" someone asked.

"Dagda Mor." Dagda Mor said.

Soldiers appeared on the walls, bows turned against him.

"What do you want us?" the person that first talked asked.

"I want to warn you, and join with you. I turned my back to the demons as I wanted peace instead of war. I saved this healer from the Ilse Witch, and in return she saved my me." Dagda Mor said, "If you are truly healers of the land, you will let me in and save this woman!"

There were some mumbling, Dagda Mor knew they would let him inside now.

"You can enter, but we warn you; we have all the soldiers here now, so you don't try to do something stupid!" the person said.

The gates opened, and Dagda Mor entered them.

"Close them, the demons are coming too. They will try to kill you all!" Dagda Mor said, "By the way, congratulation with the victory over the black elves and the overlords."

"What victory...?" a soldier asked.

"You won, about twenty Feorns are still alive and the bard too." Dagda Mor said, a smile crossing his face. "It seems like it's going to be peace after all."

He walked straight against the soldiers blocking his way, they backed off.

"So, where's the healing-center?" Dagda Mor asked.
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Mostly harmless
posted September 23, 2007 02:38 PM

Aeldon and the 20 Feorn warriors marched through the forests, wounded but with surprising dignity. With such aura of pride and honour around them, brigands could not even dream of attacking them. Even those who would were slaughtered by wolves before they could do anything.

But one of the warriors noticed something on the ground.

"Come look at this!"

"What's the matter?" another one asked.

"Tracks... Demon tracks!"

"By the sea and stars!" a third warrior said. "Look at their numbers! We must hurry!"

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The Nothingness
posted September 23, 2007 02:50 PM
Edited by wog_edn at 14:51, 23 Sep 2007.

"What I have foretold and have always wanted has happened." Dagda Mor said in the elven council, "The demons are just a day-march away, and when they reach you it will be the end of the elves."

"Then why do we let you live if you want this to happen?" one of the elders roared, and rose.

"I am here because I have changed, I want peace. I chose to leave the demons when they didn't want to let go of the hatred." Dagda Mor replied, calm.

"But what can you do to help?" one of the other elders asked.

"I know the demons, I know the one in command; Grim. He is a Straken more powerful to any of the others there, he controls the darkness. He can make the light from the sun fade, and use the darkness for his own good." Dagda Mor hissed, "I want to be the one that kills him!"

The elves started shouting, some rose and sweared, others wished for Dagda Mor to be executed.

"And you should open the gates soon, the remaining Feorn soldiers are almost here... I can feel them coming." Dagda Mor said, a wicked smile crossing his face.
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posted September 23, 2007 06:42 PM

"Wait!" Aeldon yelled.

"What?" a Feorn said.

"Can't you see how fresh these tracks are?"

"So they are close?"

Suddenly howls were heard all around them. Wolves seemed to battle something... and failed.
Black myst appeared around them, bringing perpetual darkness to the landscape. Before the Feorn warriors could draw their swords, and Aeldon his guitar, something was upon them. Huge daemonic beasts leaped out of the shadows and started butchering the remaining, weary Feorn.

Aeldon felt a sharp blow to his wounded ribs and fell down. His eyes saw his comrades fall through the myst, brutally slaughtered by these horrifying black apparitions. He desperately waved his hand around, searching for G'Ibson, and finally found it. But one of the beasts took a Feorn's sword and stabbed Aeldon in the back.

Aeldon, with his final breath, took the guitar by the neck. He could no longer hear the voice of blood. He couldn't hear anything. He didn't feel anything. He just closed his eyes and passed away.

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