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evinin
evinin


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Servant of Asha
posted January 22, 2011 10:05 AM

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So what's the status here?


Well, we're waiting for watcher83 to write his Fan Fic about Raelag (waiting for a quite long time). We already have two nice pieces of writing. I'm still not going to play this early. But there isn't much interest.

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gnomes2169
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posted January 23, 2011 01:49 AM
Edited by gnomes2169 at 01:52, 23 Jan 2011.

Hm, Maybe Lazlo? He seems to be in the campaign...

But I'll play here as Findan This should prove intriguing.

That is... If I'm allowed to post in here... I stayed out of these forums for a rather long time...
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Markkur
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Onward through the fog!
posted January 23, 2011 06:56 PM
Edited by markkur at 11:23, 26 Jan 2011.

@evinin

I've not given up yet on others joining and I've got a couple of ideas.

Remember I'm new to this stuff This idea maybe helpful for others to 'see' what can happen. How about you assuming the "Narrator role". I assume that is why you are waiting, but what I mean is something like this;

a. You have your character to tell as well.
b. However, your "main purpose" is to write/direct every Monday and "tell all of us what (main-events) happens within the story that week." I'm only talking about Big-Events, sort of the rudder to this ship of story.

I know language could be a barrier. To say this another way; what I mean is, that you are giving us the basic frame of the picture each week but it is still up to us to draw and paint what goes inside your frame and maybe even alter what You thought was going to happen.

I think we need this first, and then I imagine a lot more might jump on board, if not? Then I would be happy to take 2 Heroes. We all could if needed.
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gnomes2169
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posted January 24, 2011 01:23 AM
Edited by gnomes2169 at 01:28, 24 Jan 2011.

@Evinin: I'd be willing to play two characters

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“This is a letter from the lands of the Void
Decision to make - you can’t avoid
To stop the enemy big
Or to save the friend in need"
“You think that Markal can’t return from death
Do you want to make a bet?
He will destroy your home lands
He will leave but with bloody hands
Be gone or curse the elves
The choice is yours and nobody else’s”

Findan read the letter for the third time in the last hour. All thoughts of poetry were aside, this was more important. "My people will suffer...?" His Unicorn beside him paced a little impatiently. He pet her between the ears absentmindedly. "Not giving me too much of a choice then, is he?" Findan got up from under the large oak behind him. For a moment, he stood, swaying in the wind, letting it wash over him, trying to let it inspire him and calm his nerves one last time.

It didn't work.

Giving a mournful sigh, Findan re-mounted his unicorn, "Alright, my lady, let's go home. One last time, if it has to be." His mount moved briskly back along the path.

When he arrived back at the cabin he was staying at to avoid the elvin bureaucrats... again, he found a small army waiting for him. Green Dragons, War Unicorns, Pixies, Druids, Treants and elves all gathered around his hut. Some druids were having what seemed to be philosophical discussions with some people behind the dragons, though the dragons blocked Findan's sight of these people. He also saw a few dark movements from the corner of his eye, but thought of it.

Marching into his cabin, Findan took quick notice of the banners in his lawn. "Why those little impetuous children." He muttered to himself as he entered his political retreat.

"Wyngaal! Get down from there!" The youngish elven ranger fell off of one of Findan's massive bookshelves. "Vinrael! Can't you control him?"
For once, the battle hardened veteran seemed to be surprised. "And Ossir! Stop laughing! Just because you didn't fall flat on your back doesn't make it funny!" The elven archer didn't stop laughing, or rolling on the floor.

"Alright you three! That's just about enough! I want you to remember that I refused the throne five times, and no amount of pestering will change my mind!" Findan yelled at the Elves (For the fifth time this month...)

"Yeah. Right." Wyngaal picked himself off of the floor. "We're here to make sure that you do... In chains if necessary."

"I'd like to see you try, boy."

"Well, the child is right, Findan my boy." Vinrael quickly defended his friend. "We were told you bring your young head back to the throne room for coronation, willing or not."

"... Vinrael, I'm older than you."

"Really? Hm, I must be getting senile then..." Vinrael went back to reading his book.

Ossir was still laughing to hard to comment. Wyngaal threw a book at him.

"Gah! Wyngaal, don't throw my priceless books at that fool! You'll break the binding!" Findan was actually worried now. "Please... Please just go away."

Seeing that something was troubling his friend, Wyngaal kicked Ossir sharply in the ribs and asked Findan, "My lord, what is it?"

"None of your business!" Findan snapped at his young companion. "Now get out, all of you! And take your little armies with you! Don't come back here again unless I tell you you can!"

Ossir was about to respond when a smooth voice cut him off. "Oh, I'm so sorry soon to be king of the 'light' elves, but, you see, we can't just do that." Lethos detached himself from the shadows of the bookshelves.

Instantly, Findan had both of his blades drawn. "What do you think you are doing here you traitorous wretch." He hissed at the dark elf.

Again, Ossir was cut off (poor guy has lost the right to speak apparently), this time by a silky, lustrous voice. "By request of your very own council, new 'High' elven king." Eruina also revealed herself. The dark elven coven leader interposed herself in between Findan and the door. "Though, that might soon change."

"The sooner the better." Findan spat at her.

She gave him a peculiar look. "They might not change in the way you think or hope they will, young king."

Now concerned, almost distressed, he asked, "Ossir, are they telling the truth?"

Ossir, apparently having trouble with the concept himself, told Findan, "Much to my dismay as well, my lord." After a short pause, he added, "After that latest wars with the demons, our nations decided that it would be best if we worked together to stand unified against the servants of chaos, my lord." He also added, "I don't like this idea any more then you do, sire, but it is the council's orders."

Grudgingly, Findan put his blades back. "Stop calling me 'sire'. I'm not your king yet."

"Ah." Lethos commented. "So that means that you are planning on being king at some point or another. Meaning that you are indeed stuck with little old us, right Eruina?"

"Yes little one, it does. Feel blessed, soon-to-be king, that the clans chose us to be your contacts, and not that little backstabber... What's his name again Lethos?"

"Vayshan, mistress. But that isn't important right now." Lethos turned back towards Findan and Wyngaal, who had moved to stand by his friend. "While he will eventually be a political stumbling block eventually, this," Lethos held up Findan's letter, "Is far more important right now."

There was shock and a little bit of fear on Findan's face now. "How could you have possibly gotten that."

"Oh, you know..." Lethos looked at his open palm with a smug expression on his face. "You don't survive long in my profession unless you have a quick hand... And a quick mind. And I must say," Lethos held the letter out to Findan. "That Markal's return is something that will change our mutual hatred of each other rather quickly into looking at each other like the best of friends and brothers." At that last part, Lethos's face scrunched up in disgust. "I'd much rather go on hating you, if that's all right with you."

Eruina was also surprised at this news. "Lethos, my pet, why did you not inform me of this discovery?"

Lethos held up his hand apologetically, "I just read the letter a few seconds ago, mistress. If I had more time, I would have gladly informed you."

Findan quickly snatched away his letter. "Don't you ever dare do that again dark blood, or you will find yourself missing that smooth little tongue of yours. Got it?"

"Yeash," Lethos held up his hands apologetically again. "sorry elf king for my intrusion. But you are going to need help, no matter what path you choose."

Vinrael muttered, "I don't like where this is going poisoner."

"You think I like it any better? Trust me, if I could think of a better way, I would." Lethos snapped. "Now, I don't care if you want my help or not, you're getting it, and that's that."

Eruina also added, "Same goes for me. What kind of dignitary would I be if I just let you go off and get yourself killed before you can take the throne? Not a very good one."

"Hell, I'm not letting you go more then a step with those two without some kind of backup." Wyngaal pledged.

Vinrael got the same point across with a single stare.

"Sire," Ossir saluted Findan, "Where you go, I and my hunters will be there. Whether you want us or not. We've lost too many kings lately."

For a second, Findan looked at the assembled heroes. "What kind of drama is this? Well, no matter. What's done is done... No matter how I might disagree with it. But," He quickly added, "I can set some terms and conditions. One, there will be no fighting tolerated if you are marching with me, verbal as well as physical."

"Two, The dark elves will do what I say, not what the clans tell them to, if this ever becomes a problem, then you can just go right on home."

"Three, we will only be bringing infantry, such as druids, archers and blade dancers. The dark elves will only bring dark elves. No minotaur slaves whatsoever. Nor will there be any dragons, lizards or hydras. Everyone will be on foot, including the people standing in here."

Lethos raised his hand.

"Yes, what is it assassin?" Findan asked, annoyed.

"Um, isn't the restriction of any mounts of ant kind sort of... well, stupid, sire?" The dark elf asked the not-yet-king. Ossir instantly sprang at Lethos, intent on punching his lights out.

Instead, he got a fistful of air as Lethos just wasn't there anymore. "Please," Lethos chuckled from the other side of the room, "Such juvenile tactics won't get you anywhere fast. I meant no disrespect to your king, I just want to know what he is thinking, that is all."

"You might have a point, dark one, if you didn't take into account that a person is far more stealthy and mobile than a four legged creature twice as long as the person." Findan answered him. "And we are going on a stealth mission, something that I hope you know how to do."

"Pft, don't insult me, please. Espionage is my specialty." Lethos brushed the question aside.

"And killing dark elves is mine." Hissed Ossir. Wyngaal hit him upside the head, giving the archer a "Remember" look. Ossir glared at the floor, unrepentant.

"Alright men, and woman, let's get ready to move out! Vinrael," Findan said, dragging the elf to the side, "I need you to atay behind and tell everyone about what is happening." He cut off any protest that Vinrael would have made. "That is an order from your king. Stay here and lead the armies while I am away. Make sure our homeland is safe. Do not fail me." Vinrael nodded, and he left the cabin without saying another word.

By mid-day, the group of thirty hunters, five druids, fifty blade dancers, twelve scouts, twenty assassins, thirteen blood sisters and three shadow mistresses under the command of Findan and the other four heroes moved out, headed towards the Silver Cities to look for answers.
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PeterFarkas
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LeBronTosaurus
posted January 24, 2011 03:30 AM
Edited by PeterFarkas at 03:31, 24 Jan 2011.

Yes, I think, all of us would be interested in maybe playing more characters, but anyway we are still expecting new joiners There are only 4 characters taken (+1 if Evinin decides to join the game herself) and at least 7 left.

I guess (I can only guess by what would I do) that Evinin also has some kind of base idea about what does she want to tell us in the beginning at least, and she also has a method to integrate and track it. For a longer time, I guess she will also have to take our reactions in consideration

And for Gnomes, you really did a fantastic job, a really magnificent twist right at the beginning of the story. Hell yeah!

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evinin
evinin


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Servant of Asha
posted January 24, 2011 06:34 AM
Edited by evinin at 06:35, 24 Jan 2011.

Hi, guys!

First - wonderful, Gnomes! Your idea is awesome - the gathering of both elves and also the joining of other heroes.
Second - Mark, thanks for the idea. Right on time actually, it's Monday. I'll write the narrate part only for you, Gnomes and Peter.
We are still waiting for Watcher to write his one. (which IMO should be really interesting)

And if no one wants to participate in this week (let's say), I'll play myself and allow you to have two characters.
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evinin
evinin


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Servant of Asha
posted January 24, 2011 07:34 AM

Here's the narrate in the beginning of the week. Sorry for the double post.

I didn't write anything about the characters, only actions taken by their enemies. It's short because I don't want to interfere much.
Anyway, there are some "tips" that I made, almost unseeable. The bigger tip are the directions. If you don't know how Ashan looks like, just write "map Ashan" in Google. (I just don't get how to post pictures). Also the Griffin Empire became the Unicorn Empire in the end of Heroes V.

Arantir
Giovanni couldn’t believe his luck. He was not only alive again but he also made an alliance with one of the most powerful necromancers ever – Markal.  Soon Heresh was going to be his.
Events – Heresh was attacked from the North. Two small forts fell in Giovanni’s hands. A couple of necromancers (mostly vampires) joined him against Arantir. Vladimir had disappeared.

Gotai
Alaric felt even more insane than before. He wanted to find his beloved Queen Isabel and gone mad when he discovered that she wasn’t Queen anymore. He decided to take revenge on the orcs.
Events – a couple of Knights that served Alaric and the Red church before joined him again. Ranaar was attacked from the West and one tribe was defeated. The women and children were taken as slaves.

Findan
Markal was really happy. It seemed like the magic of that silly wizard Zehir didn’t work after all. Markal didn’t have problem with making an army really fast. He was Death Lord.
Events – Irollan’s East borders were furiously attacked. They fell quickly and two elven towns were transformed into necro towns. Markal’s army also started an attack against the Unicorn Empire but it failed.
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PeterFarkas
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LeBronTosaurus
posted January 24, 2011 07:44 AM

Just to make it clear... Can we expect more "shiny letters" or with the narrative, we can feel ourselves free to rock?

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evinin
evinin


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Servant of Asha
posted January 24, 2011 08:43 AM

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Just to make it clear... Can we expect more "shiny letters" or with the narrative, we can feel ourselves free to rock?


No more letters. If we're going to do the thing with the narrative in the begging of the week, just do a "reaction" to it. Feel free to rock
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
posted January 24, 2011 09:28 PM
Edited by gnomes2169 at 22:09, 24 Jan 2011.

Thanks for the positive feedback guys! Glad that it was a good post (But ugg... It took 3 hours to wright! I had to take creativity breaks and got done at twelve! )

And to get more people, you should start and advertising thread

There's one in the RPG forums... that has been thoroughly ignored
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PeterFarkas
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LeBronTosaurus
posted January 25, 2011 03:58 AM

Divided we stand, some say. I couldn’t have expected anything worse than that. The fighting became more and more desperate with each day. And the warriors became more and more tired, hungrier and hungrier. It seemed that despite everything, the Steel Men had a seemingly unlimited source of fresh soldiers.

And most of all, I may have committed my biggest mistakes. I may have abandoned the ones I should have trusted. I left without a word said to Kujin – not a surprise that she didn’t follow me.  She didn’t show up, even now, when the threat was present for all tribes. May I have forgotten the things she had told me, the things that made me a good Khan? Maybe that’s the reason why Father Sky took his blessing away from me and made me suffer for my mistakes. It was so terrifying that now I wasn’t able to fulfill my main goal – to show the world that orcs should be more than slaves. The Gelinyak tribe now slaughtered, scattered and taken away. Even the children.

But I didn’t forget that easily. I had to be witty – that was the only way to save my people. I have sent out some scouts to many locations, with many different purposes. I wanted my people not to stand naked and defeated if we lost in the battles. I was quite surprised that the most people made it back in such a short time. But the news was not the best. Something paid for something.

The first group, returning in two days, brought the worst news. In fact, it was not a group any more.

“Tell, Chief Toulain, what happened.” I asked him. He was the only one who survived the expedition.

“Stinkin Goblins. Sold us. Led us to Steel Men.” I interrupted him with a roar. At that time, I wasn’t able to imagine why did they act so. I sent a group of Warriors with Toulain to the Griffin Empire, to ask for help from Isabel. It was told that Alaric was looking for her, and I would have enjoyed seeing him getting humiliated by his beloved queen. Naturally, I trusted goblins. They knew the roads and the paths the best all over the Empire and Ranaar. And they betrayed us. I remembered the time when all Goblins listened to the small Khenghi.

“Go back to Osol-aih, Warchief.” I said. “Gather an army. If we cannot go passing them, we walk on their skulls.”

Later, I learned that Goblins left our armies and were led by that rat Kilghan who declared himself Goblin Lord. Who were fighting against Orcs. Not if we didn’t have any war at our hands. It was definitely a curse from Father Sky. I was not his favored one anymore.

And now, Urghat also returned from her mission. With empty hands and not much to say.

“I lost track of her. I managed to follow Kujin’s trail until Alagh-tolui…”

“The Shaman’s town.” I murmured. It was quite logical that even Kujin was looking for some advice in these days.

“And then, no sign of her. No footprints out of the town. Shaman speaking in riddles. Looked through the town, she not hiding.”

Of course. Not many were able to understand a Shaman’s words. And some of them were very proud of this.

“Heard what going around?” I asked her.

She just nodded.

“Bring some troops. Search the steppes. Steel Men moving closer and closer. We need Kujin’s help.”

I could only hope that she was willing or able to provide that. If she went away from that town alone, she could have been captured by the Steel Men raids. No one knows a Shaman’s paths. Even herself.

I sent Urghat away and my thoughts wandered away from Ranaar. There was something else. There was another mission. I remembered when I was even younger that some Shamans were telling us about our kin living in the Southern Islands, beyond Shahibdiya, even beyond the rotting lands of Heresh. And moreover, they also told us some legends that a Steel Prince was once living among them and even fought on the side of Kunyak’s children. I sent Haggash and her centaurs there to find out if there are brothers and sisters there and if there is any possibility to bring peace – even if Orcish peace – between Steel Men and us, half-men, half-demon.

Divided we stand. I was thinking about my troops, wandering, scattered all over the world, each of them fulfilling their own purpose, even on my orders. And I could only hope that mines would be able to at least outlast our enemies who seemed to be everywhere.

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evinin
evinin


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posted January 25, 2011 06:42 AM

Great work again, Peter! Wonderful idea again with the story about the Steel man working with orcs... Sounds familiar.
Anyway, if we're going to play with two characters, I think that you should choose Kujin or someone from the Empire so you could combine both stories.
That goes for all.
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Onward through the fog!
posted January 25, 2011 01:50 PM

Should we wait a bit more to see if others will join...now? The narrative might nudge someone? Doing 2 was a only last ditch idea. Because, I think it would be better with one. My cent anda half.
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evinin
evinin


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posted January 25, 2011 02:03 PM

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Should we wait a bit more to see if others will join...now? The narrative might nudge someone? Doing 2 was a only last ditch idea. Because, I think it would be better with one. My cent anda half.


Do your Fic for this week. I said that I'll wait to the end of the week to make a decision. Anyway, I'm going to play myself next week, we really need more participants.
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Duke of the Glade
posted January 25, 2011 11:47 PM

Findan woke up at the crack of dawn, crawling out of his sleeping roll to get some breakfast. On his way out of the general's tent, he noticed Ossir and Lethos's rolls were also empty, while Wyngaal and Eruina were huddled close together talking in hushed voices.

"Hey you two, what are you doing?" Findan asked, cracking his back to get out its latest kink.

They both looked at him surprised. Wyngaal spoke first, "Well, sir. We were taking bets."

Findan's brow wrinkled in confusion. "On what?"

"Who is going to win." Eruina responded.

Now Findan felt he knew what they were talking about. "Oh, don't worry, we'll beat Markal even if we have to find the fabled 'Armaggedon's blade' to do so. By the way, why are you two getting along so well?"

They both shared a, he doesn't really know, does he? look, and Wyngaal decided to go first.

"Well, sir, we talked it over a bit and I discovered that we, as the elves, sort of jumped to the conclusion that the 'dark' ones had destroyed the World Tree... And, well, I guess some people are more forgiving then others..." Wyngaal trailed off meaningfully.

Findan's look grew concerned now. "Who isn't getting along still?"

"Well, sir... Um, Eruina, how about you tell him?" Wyngaal quickly deflected.

"Coward." She muttered. "You see, King of the elves, when we said that we were taking bets on who would win, we weren't talking about Markal..."

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Ossir's fist made contact with a tree, again. He felt light, quick blows pelt him all across his body. "Stay still d@mn you!" He yelled at his foe.

"Right. You know ranger, I never thought that you 'light' elves would be so slow-" Lethos's latest taunt was cut off as Ossir's fist came into contact with his face. The elves around the combatants started to cheer for their champion as the dark elven assassin was knocked flat on his back.

Instead of staying there, Lethos disappeared the instant they started cheering, causing the assembled elves to stop out of confusion. "Where did he go?" One of them asked.

A bucket materialized itself over Ossir's head as Lethos descended on him from above. Lethos flipped over the stumbling and blinded ranger and gave his crowd a bow. The dark elves (and some light elves) cheered, while most of the others were silent or booing Lethos, some called him a cheater.

"Thank you, thank you. Your boos are of the highest praise to my 'Cursed' ears. Thank you." While he was bowing and being generally annoying to the majority of the crowd, Ossir took the bucket off of his head and drew one of his long hunting knives. Lethos's sharp ears picked up on the soud of the blade being drawn instantly. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned.

Ossir didn't care.

He lunged at Lethos, blade ready to slash through the dark elf's flesh. Instead of dodging, Lethos whirled around, using a pop-out wrist blade to block the blow. ((Think the Stalker in TotE)) the assassin then scored a slash across Ossir's right cheek and had his blade at the ranger's throat before anyone could blink. No one spoke.

This is what Findan walked into. Fuming, he walked up towards the two men. Ossir called out, "Sire!" while Lethos just turned his head and gave Findan a slightly amused look. Findan grabbed them both by the hair and hit their heads together, making a sound like that of two coco-nuts being smashed open against one another. He made sure the Ossir was hit harder to get his point across.

"And what do you two think that you are doing?" Findan asked them as the rolled on the ground, one clutching his forehead, the other his nose. "What did I say about fighting amongst ourselves?"

Holding his forehead with both hands, Lethos murmured, "The big oaf attacked me."

Ossir, holding his slightly broken nose retorted, "Ee insulted yer honoer, Seir."

Findan gave them both a scathing glare. "I don't care what the little twit says, got it Ossir? You aren't to pick a fight with him, EVER. And you!" He turned on Lethos, "What were you thinking, provoking him like that and causing all this noise in the middle of what might be enemy infested territory? Didn't you say that Espionage was your specialty?"

Both of them looked down at the ground, though more out of shame that they got caught then shame at doing the wrong thing. Findan sighed, "Fine, since you two just seem to be gluttons for punishment, you two get to spend all the time in the world with each other tonight, tied to trees. With chains that ward magic. Without any weapons. Alone." He glared at them both again. "Do I make myself clear? This is never, ever to happen again. Got it?"

They looked at each other with open shock. The crowd looked at Findan with surprise. No one said anything. "Good. Now if you'll excuse me, you two, I'm going to get some breakfast. I hope we can be civil in the future."

Findan went to the nearest campfire and took some of the extra food cooking beside it, putting it on an extra plate. He took this back to the General's tent for some privacy.

Wyngaal looked up from his map as Findan entered. "So, who won?"

Findan set down his food and punched Wyngaal in the face. Eruina began to laugh at Wyngaal's prone form when he hit her with Wyngaal's plate, putting her in a similar state.

Findan ate his breakfast to the sounds of his companion heroes moaning on the ground. It inspired him to write a poem.

"The woods moan in the morning..."

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7 hours later

"Are you sure that your scouts are certain?" Findan asked Lethos, who had developed a rather large bruise.

"Yes sir." The dark elf held his hand against his forehead. "The lands ahead of us are dead, converted by a necromancer of some kind or another. We are definitely entering enemy territory."

Findan sat in thought for a moment. "Tell the men to prepare for anything then. Stay together only as much as you need to, spread out so that the ranged soldiers surround the casters and the swordsmen. If the archers find anything that looks even remotely like it shouldn't be walking, re-kill it. If there are too many of them, then pull back to behind the swords welders. If there are to many of them for that, then pull back to us and the casters. Remember, people. The undead can crawl up out of the ground itself to fight us, so be on your toes."

Lethos raised his hand... Again.

"What could you possibly want this time?" Findan asked him.

"Well, we were wondering if you could, maybe... you know, stop abusing us!" The dark elf exploded. "For the troops' moral, of course sir."

"When you follow the rules, then you stop getting abused."

Wyngaal protested, "Then why did you hurt me and Eruina?"

Findan glared at him too. "You could have easily stopped them before I woke up and had to get involved. Instead, you made bets on who would win, encouraging them. You deserved it."

"Well then... You shouldn't have hurt Eruina. She wasn't betting that either of them would win." Wyngaal explained nervously.

"Who did she...?" Now Findan was confused.

"I bet on you, elf King." Eruina told him. "And by all accounts, I won. I look forward to getting my prize from young Wyngaal here."

Wyngaal began to blush. "What could you have possibly bet... No. You didn't!" Lethos was almost laughing at the ranger, who was blushing even more furiously. "Hahahahahahha... Eruina, you just don't know when to stop, do you mistress?"

"Hm? I don't know what you are talking about, pet." Eruina feigned innocence. "Besides, I won't call in on my debt until young Wyngaal doesn't have a black ring around his eye, and I can see out of my right eye."

"Findan," Wyngaal begged desperately, "Don't you ever stop abusing me, please!"

"Coward." Eruina muttered again.

Findan, shaking the mental image out of his head told the heroes, "Alright then... Move out. All of you. you have and know your orders, and Ossir," The archer commander looked at Findan, "If an arrow just 'Happens' to slip and hit Lethos in the back, you are going home. Alone. Lethos, the same goes for you and your knives. Got it?" Both of them nodded, Ossir grudgingly, Lethos because he would rather be somewhere else. "Fine, then. Let's get moving."

The army moved out quickly, making no noise and staying out of sight as much as possible as it moved onto Undead territory.
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posted January 26, 2011 03:06 AM

Great, Gnomes! I can't wait to see what will happen next! (Markal is so not going to make it easy on you)
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posted January 26, 2011 03:09 AM
Edited by gnomes2169 at 03:21, 26 Jan 2011.

No, no he won't. (One or two of my heroes won't survive the first encounter with Markal himself )
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posted January 26, 2011 04:12 AM

Special for you, Gnomes, from the Information Topic in the Altar.

What happens to the Sylvan faction after their High King Alaron dies? Who takes charge of Irollan?
-Findan, due to his exemplary conduct during Queen Isabel's War, is appointed regent. It is a safe choice, as he has never coveted the throne and his integrity is unquestioned. Thus, it will lie to him to decide how the next ruler and ruling clan will be selected. This is a separate episode in the history of Irollan.

Anyway, good idea about killing heroes, always makes a story better.
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posted January 28, 2011 12:07 AM

Thank you . This is helpful to know, though my actions may, indeed, support it. (Findan knows that the elves won't accept anyone but himself as the king, but he tries to hold of the inevitable for as long as possible.)

And thank you.

Any word from watcher?
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posted January 28, 2011 02:25 AM

Quote:
Any word from watcher?


Yes, don't worry about that.
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