Sevious climbs to his feet and looks out the window. Orcs, undead warriors, and montres' are running everywhere with buckets of water trying to put out the flames on the village. He sees the gaurd still sleeping in front of him. "It seems your love has come to rescue you. Heh. Funny. This is the time I'll catch her. She'll pay for what she has done. I thought elves knew better than this.", the voice says to Sevious. Sevious looks around outside and sees the montres that was about to fight the human on the ground paralyzed. Two orcs run up to the human and tackle him to the ground. They quickly bind his hands together with rope behind his back. Sevious quickly looks over to the large building that is on fire. All of a sudden the flames on the building go out. The ground starts to shake. Suddenly a golem busts out of the building. It looks around at the disaster and chaos amoung the camp.
It feels the prescence of an elf but can not find her. "Here I come Sevious", the voice says as it laughs. The portal within the building that wasn't visible before starts to flicker with a red light. Soon the light grows and engulfs the hole area in the forest. A figure with a cloak is visible. It starts to come out of the portal. Finally it comes out and looks around. Sevious stares out of the building at it in awe. "What happened here? You fools. Can't even take care of an elf. Tsk tsk. She's right there.", the figure says as it points to a tree. He raises his hand towards the elf and says, "Beast of the forest. Golem. Fetch me that elf. SHe has cause enough trouble. I will have her head!" The golem looks at the figure that stands in front of the portal and then at the trees. The figure in front of the portal stares at the elven figure in the trees with his glowing red eyes under the hood of it's dark black cloak.
The golem charges straight at Moathia and makes a grab at her. He picks her up from the tree and looks at her. "Master I've caught your prey. What shall I do?", it asks the figure that stands in front of the portal in a deep voice that echoes throughout the area. "Bring her here. She's in trouble", he says as to the golem. "Yes master", the golem says in comfirmation. "What are all you looking at?! Get back to work. We have to repair this village. More forces are coming. I want everything here disposed of! Send out more search parties and kill them elves. I want them orcs you told me about dead too! Slay 'em all! No one shall leave this island.", the figure says to the orc commander and the other orcs down below. All the orcs roar in confirmation back to the figure in the dark cloak and get to work.
Half of the orcs get to gathering wood and start to rebuild the buildings there. Others start to organize groups of orcs to send out in search of the elves and hostile orcs. The Golem approaches the figure with the female elf in his hands. "Set her down.", the figure says. The golem nods and drops the female elf on the ground. "Now now. We seem to have a young elf here. You're a pretty one too no doubt. Heh. To bad your life will go to waste. Do you know what happens when you mess with the affairs of others? I don't think you do. So I'll teach you a lesson.", the figure says to her. He snaps his fingers and suddenly several rings of energy appear around the elf's body and then he squezes his hand into a fist. The rings also squeze tightly around her body. "Now elvine. It seems you are young. Hmm I'm guessing you're under the age of 60. Why would such a young elf such as you be out here?", the figure says. "Oh forgive me. I think this may come as a shock to you. Heheh. I am Kalamon.", the figure says as he takes his hood off his head. His face is nothing but a mere skeleton figure. "Excuse my looks. I'll fix it up for you", Kalamon says to the elf. He closes his eyes and concentrates. Suddenly a layer of skin forms over his face. That of a familar individual. Kalamon opens his eyes. "You see. I can take any form. I bet you can guess who this is", Kalamon says as he looks at the elf....Sevious looks out at the figure that stands in front of the elvine and says to himself..,"That looks like me...."
Meanwhile, back on top of Tantula's rock. The elves continue to let of arrows at the Tantula's that are coming after them. The leader stops firing for a second and looks at the female elf by him. "Greetings. Sorry for this. But it is the least we could do....we are willing to offer you hospitality but only after the other elf has landed. Until then let me introduce myself. I am Qern'atel. I am head of the defenses of the elven colony on this island. Lately it seems some orcs have appeared here for some reason. Well that is another matter to worry about later. Right now we must make sure none of those foul beasts make it up here. Now if you excuse me for second I must make sure your friend up there makes it down here safely.", Qern'atel says to the elven lady. He bows and gets back to firing arrows at the oncoming Tantula's. Qern'atel looks up into the skies and watches as a second eagle with another female elf begins to come down from high up in the skies. The eagle flaps it's long wings slowly and comes down towards the rock. The fifteen elven archers move out of the eagles path so it can have a safe landing. Soon the eagles feet hit the ground and it lowers it's head. The second elf looks down at all the others. Qern'atel looks up at her and says, "Greetings m'lady. How are you? Well right now we are in a bit of a dilemma. Perhaps with your help and hers we can end this? I'm eager to take you back to our home. We are in a bit of trouble too..."
Back on the shore Grinish stands in front of the elf with both of his sabres out and ready to fight. "Callith is it? You have skill. But even if you do beat me. You will not beat our leader. He is above else. The strongest being on this world. You think you can play hero in this. But more over you're going to find your intestines on the ground right here.", Grinish says to Callith. He glances out of the side of his eye at the orcs behind him and gives them a slight nod. They all start to pull out their swords and shields and let off loud battle cries. They also start to bang their shields and swords together in fury. "Callith. You've picked the wrong fight. Now you die. Charge!", Grinish says. Suddenly five orcs aim at Callith and fire bolts at him. Five run behind him and charge him from behind. All at the same time, Grinish jumps up into the sky and jumps down on top of Callith. "I'm a formidable opponent. You won't take me down as easily as you did them", Grinish says as he nods towards the corpses of his fallen comrades. He furiously slashes at Callith as the other five run up to him with sabres aimed at his back....
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Morgaine Le Fay
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Morgaine Le Fay has been casting a formidable wall around the elves, Soronúmë and herself. She feels drained - it was too much... casting repeatedly complex spells for the last 5 minutes has taken the last bit of energy out of her. Suddenly an elf appears at her side and introduces himself in a very courteous manner. "Qern'atel", Morgaine repeats his name in her mind and bows her head. "My name be Morgaine Le Fay", she says in a weak voice and with a curious look observes Quern'atel fire arrow after arrow onto the oncoming foe. While this formidable elf is busy killing giant spiders, she can see Elaralith approach and soon she dismounts her eagle. Qern'atel again introduces himself, this time to Elaralith. "Now quick", he orders his bowmen, "we have to make haste." and turns to Morgaine and Elaralith. "This is not a safe place - I shall bring you before our elder." he says in a resolute voice. Soronúmë had meanwhile finished his lunch and gives Morgaine a look of good-bye and with a loud shriek takes to the sky. Without delaying any longer the newly formed group makes haste to the elder.
Qern'atel is the first to enter the room and is followed by Elaralith and Morgaine - two other bowmen enter the room as well, but stay back at its entrance in a respectable distance. "This is our elder, Arn'feil", he says "and these ladies are Elaralith and Morgaine Le Fay." and bows to elder. "I shall remove myself - I doubt it not that you will have to talk about recent events." With these words Qern'atel and his men leave the room, leaving behind Elaralith and Morgaine.
Qern'atel is the first to enter the room and is followed by Elaralith and Morgaine - two other bowmen enter the room as well, but stay back at its entrance in a respectable distance. "This is our elder, Arn'feil", he says "and these ladies are Elaralith and Morgaine Le Fay." and bows to elder. "I shall remove myself - I doubt it not that you will have to talk about recent events." With these words Qern'atel and his men leave the room, leaving behind Elaralith and Morgaine.
Callith jumps up higher than the orc and lands on him in the air, pushing him down with his feet Callith launches himself behind the in comming orcs, and three falls with two slashes, then Callith lets out a wolf howl, this stuns the orcs, and a few seconds later and the call is echoed, and then agin, but closer this time, and the a pack of fifteen wolfs burst out the forrest, and hit the orcs taking out ten in the first wave, these wolfs are not acting normally, just killing one and taking it to eat, these wolfs are going for the weak points in the armor, killing one orc and moving onto the next quickly. Callith takes out the last two orcs and moves onto the leader. "Come on dog, infact, calling you a dog is to good for a coward, so then orc scum, will you fight me one on one, or shall I let the wolfs come over and help me, you tried ten on one, now it's my turn, but I have more honour, get ready to die."
"Don't try to fool me Kalamon, I can see past your decite, you may look like 'him' but I know you are not, your right, I am only fifty,." She knocks her head back so the hood falls down to show her blond hair and green eyes. She thinks for a second, "Kalamon, release me, and I will do "anything" you ask, I would be loyal, I could be by your side, for eternity, all you have to do is let me go, I will tell you anything, you want to know, I will do anything you want me to"
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Sevious Helios
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Kalamon looks at Moathia with a thoughtful look. "Hmm. You tempt me to release you. You look trustworthy and yet....I know how you elves are. No, I will not. I have other intentions for you. Heh. In fact if I want you to do anything I'll make you my slave. But be graceful I am not. You will stay captive for now. I have other things to take care of on this island. Plus what you did here must be repaired. I have a punishment in mind for what you did. But I'll take care of that when I have caught the orcs and your other elven friends. No word must escape this island of my prescence. If you try to escape I'll end your miserable life right here.", kalamon says looking at the elf with his red eyes. He suddenly goes back into his form of a skeleton figure. "Now I suspect you're here for a reason. Tell me.", Kalamon says as he looks at Moathia. "If you don't cooperate I have punishments beyond your wildest fantasy. I can squeze tighter with those rings around you. It won't be pleasant either", Kalamon says.
Meanwhile Sevious peers out of the window with bars on them at the other two. The figure in the cloak takes off her hood to reveal herself in front of the other. He sees the golem standing behind the elf but then takes his attention back to her. Kalamon glances back over at Sevious and then back at the elf. Sevious suddenly hears Kalamon talk, "Yes Sevious. She looks familar doens't she? Heh. To bad her life will end here and now. I sense she is trying a plan to escape. But it won't work. If she does escape she will never get to your building. I'll thrust the Tranity into her. It'll peirce her soul and then I'll have it as my own. Only she decides her fait. Heh", Kalamon says through telepathy to Sevious. Sevious gets a little shock by that but then watches more. His attention fully on the elf. The orc in front of him suddenly turns around with his dagger thrusting right for Sevious' throat. "What'd I tell you!? Breath on my neck one more time and your trachea is mine", the orc says. Sevious turns his head a bit and starts to breath to the side as the orc turns around and he gets back to watching outside.
Meanwhile back at the beach Grinish draws his cleavers. "I'd take you on even if it costs my life. Even if you do beat me Kalamon will take care of you. Blades won't slice through him. heheh", Grinish says as he charges at Callith and slices straight at his shoulders. Grinish manages to take off some flesh of his shoulder and turns around for another round. "Come Callith. Time to die", he says back.
Meanwhile Sevious peers out of the window with bars on them at the other two. The figure in the cloak takes off her hood to reveal herself in front of the other. He sees the golem standing behind the elf but then takes his attention back to her. Kalamon glances back over at Sevious and then back at the elf. Sevious suddenly hears Kalamon talk, "Yes Sevious. She looks familar doens't she? Heh. To bad her life will end here and now. I sense she is trying a plan to escape. But it won't work. If she does escape she will never get to your building. I'll thrust the Tranity into her. It'll peirce her soul and then I'll have it as my own. Only she decides her fait. Heh", Kalamon says through telepathy to Sevious. Sevious gets a little shock by that but then watches more. His attention fully on the elf. The orc in front of him suddenly turns around with his dagger thrusting right for Sevious' throat. "What'd I tell you!? Breath on my neck one more time and your trachea is mine", the orc says. Sevious turns his head a bit and starts to breath to the side as the orc turns around and he gets back to watching outside.
Meanwhile back at the beach Grinish draws his cleavers. "I'd take you on even if it costs my life. Even if you do beat me Kalamon will take care of you. Blades won't slice through him. heheh", Grinish says as he charges at Callith and slices straight at his shoulders. Grinish manages to take off some flesh of his shoulder and turns around for another round. "Come Callith. Time to die", he says back.
Jumps back and looks at his shoulder, "Tanya awra! Antolle ulua sulrim orqu. Gurth goth lye!!!" Callith screams and ancient Elven battle cry the orc swings his blade down, but Callith rolls backwards and uses the momentum to push back forward and jumps at the orc using his uninjured arm to parry the incoming blade, and the sword in his weak arm was going for the orcs belly, but it slips, and goes through the orcs leg, Callith pulls it out and jumps out the way of one of the orcs swords, but the second cuts down his chest, Callith curses and aims a heavy blow to the orcs head, and as the orcs uses a blade to parry uses the other to go for Callith's stomach, but Callith brings his second sword up to block the orcs sword, and his first one drops down, and goes through the orcs shoulder. Callith quickly jumps back, and five wolfs run across the field back into the forrest, in the direction of the elf coloney. " Come orc, is that the best you can do?" Callith laughs and looks up to the sky and see's a falcon flying over head, " Look up orc, the falcon, the protective sign of Malachin, my god." The orc looks up and then back down to Callith, and snarls before jumping at Callith, but Callith swings to the side and the orc goes past, and gets hit in the skull, by an crossbow bolt, fired by one of his own men, just before a wolf jumped at his throat. Callith looks at his fallen opponent, before colapsing on top of him.
Boremier looks over at Sevious standing by the barred windows, Boremier realised what Moathia was doing when he looked over at Sevious but is still angry at being called a filthy dog. The orcs tie Boremier to the steak again. The orc that has been torturing Boremier spits in his face and says: "When I get the order to kill you I'll do it in the most painful way imaginable" Boremier laughs at the orc and kicks the orc in the stomach knocking him to the floor.......
Elaralith on her Eagle swerves back up into the sky in frustration at Callith's pride that causes him to not see the wise option of retreating. Though she is extremely worried about Callith coming to harm she has no choice but to join Morgaine at the determined gathering point at the rock to the East.
Elaralith thinks to herself: "Foolish foolish Callith! Followers of Malachin...all the same...they always seek battle and embrace it blindly.
Elaralith spots other figures moving on the wide rock and is slightly taken aback. As she gets closer she sees the others to be Elves...strange Elves though the be. Clad in woodland green and equipped with bow and arrow they are. Recognition dawns on Elaralith's face after a brief moment of confusion...Finally Elaralith's Eagle makes a smooth landing on the rock and Elaralith steps off thanking the Eagle for his assistance. The Eagle goes off to one side and cocks an eye observing. Elaralith gripping her staff strides till she is amongst the Elves. She spots Morgaine and sighs in relief
"Greetings my friend. I am glad you have made it thus far safely."
Elaralith turns to an Elf who is distinguished by the air of an Elder and smiling with joy she embraces the Elf.
"Many moons it has been since we have last met though the meeting seems to have taken place but a second ago. I am glad to see you well, for I feared the worst..."
The Elf returns Elaralith's embrace and replies sorrowfully.
"Elara be blessed surely that we are still alive...but we are not well. The forest once bright has now been darkened by a great Evil! Many of our colony have been slain, and even now foul orcs roam the forest of the Elves. I am sorry that you have come upon us in these troubled times, but we will offer you and your friend all the help we can. What brings you back pray tell?"
Elaralith absorbs this terrible news with a calm demeanor and goes on to explain briefly the quest to rescue Sevious and wha thas befallen them thus far. She also explains urgently the plight of Callith and Moathia's situation who is beset by orcs.
"My friend, we must make haste and first help one Callith who is beset by orcs. A blessing it is to be sure to find you all here for Morgaine and I are too few to take on the horde of orcs that there be! As well, another of our party has ventured into the forest. I am afraid for her safety for she is a mere youngster with little experience...We must find her and bring her back also at once."
Elaralith notices the weariness of Morgaine and going up to her she lays her hands over her and prays to Elara.
"My friend...you have spent your power over your limit...May Elara restore you!"
A shimmering light descends on Morgaine and seems to disappear into her. It seems to drive the weariness from Morgaine and she appears immediately revitalized.
"Arise my friend, there is still much we must do ere this day is ended."
Elaralith thinks to herself: "Foolish foolish Callith! Followers of Malachin...all the same...they always seek battle and embrace it blindly.
Elaralith spots other figures moving on the wide rock and is slightly taken aback. As she gets closer she sees the others to be Elves...strange Elves though the be. Clad in woodland green and equipped with bow and arrow they are. Recognition dawns on Elaralith's face after a brief moment of confusion...Finally Elaralith's Eagle makes a smooth landing on the rock and Elaralith steps off thanking the Eagle for his assistance. The Eagle goes off to one side and cocks an eye observing. Elaralith gripping her staff strides till she is amongst the Elves. She spots Morgaine and sighs in relief
"Greetings my friend. I am glad you have made it thus far safely."
Elaralith turns to an Elf who is distinguished by the air of an Elder and smiling with joy she embraces the Elf.
"Many moons it has been since we have last met though the meeting seems to have taken place but a second ago. I am glad to see you well, for I feared the worst..."
The Elf returns Elaralith's embrace and replies sorrowfully.
"Elara be blessed surely that we are still alive...but we are not well. The forest once bright has now been darkened by a great Evil! Many of our colony have been slain, and even now foul orcs roam the forest of the Elves. I am sorry that you have come upon us in these troubled times, but we will offer you and your friend all the help we can. What brings you back pray tell?"
Elaralith absorbs this terrible news with a calm demeanor and goes on to explain briefly the quest to rescue Sevious and wha thas befallen them thus far. She also explains urgently the plight of Callith and Moathia's situation who is beset by orcs.
"My friend, we must make haste and first help one Callith who is beset by orcs. A blessing it is to be sure to find you all here for Morgaine and I are too few to take on the horde of orcs that there be! As well, another of our party has ventured into the forest. I am afraid for her safety for she is a mere youngster with little experience...We must find her and bring her back also at once."
Elaralith notices the weariness of Morgaine and going up to her she lays her hands over her and prays to Elara.
"My friend...you have spent your power over your limit...May Elara restore you!"
A shimmering light descends on Morgaine and seems to disappear into her. It seems to drive the weariness from Morgaine and she appears immediately revitalized.
"Arise my friend, there is still much we must do ere this day is ended."
Finally, in the distance, Veralion spots two ships on the tip of his veiw. He grins and turns to the Blooskulls.
Finally, my friends, the time is coming. The elves only want to save Servios, and then leave. We have more to accomplish here.... And we shall be the ones to save our friends. The elves magic wont get them much further. That is when we come in.... Prepare my friends....
Veralion walks to the fire to get a leg of fresh bore meat and a beer. He walks down to the water and sits, thinking....
Finally, my friends, the time is coming. The elves only want to save Servios, and then leave. We have more to accomplish here.... And we shall be the ones to save our friends. The elves magic wont get them much further. That is when we come in.... Prepare my friends....
Veralion walks to the fire to get a leg of fresh bore meat and a beer. He walks down to the water and sits, thinking....
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Sevious Helios
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The orc peers down at Boremier after being kicked in the stomach and quickly grabs his dagger in it's sheath and yanks it out and aims it right at his neck. "You've just signed your death wish human. You do something like that again and this goes right through your neck and the stake.", the orc says as it snarles. The orc shoves it's dagger back into it's sheath and curls it's hands into fists. It angrily hits Boremier in the face and then kicks him in his gut five times straight. The orc's revenge is finally satisfied after a few more kicks and jabs. The orc looks down at the human and smiles as the human coughs up blood and as blood runs down from his nostrils. "You better watch yourself human.", the orc says as it shows his fist to the human.
Meanwhile back over by Kalamon, the golem, and the elf, Kalamon looks at the elf with a curious smile on his face. "You say to rescue a friend. Hah. Lies. You say that but why would you of came alone? Hahah. I think there's something else that made you come here on your own. It's not normal even for a young elf to break off of the protection of others. On another note....it's true that you're not here to fight a war. This is just the beginning. All of Illarion will be mine for the taking. This island is just the staging point of a great plan. A great plan for conquest. For Moshran. For glory. Most of all....my greatest desire....the destruction of the race of man.....they cause to much trouble on this world anyway.....with them out of the way, you other races will thank me....for this great deed I am about to do. By killing off this troublesome race....this world will be a better place....for my taking and for Moshran's. He rightfully owns this...he saved it after all.", Kalamon says as his eyes glow red with a fiery ambition. "Time is short for their race. As soon as I get a foothold here. I will construct a great fleet. This fleet will terrorize the seas and my orcish, undead, and hellish army will rule this world. Creatures such as this behind you, the golem, will keep order in this world. Time is short and soon you all will be under mine. Your name is Moathia, correct? If you wish to see Sevious one more time before I kill him then tell me now. I sense you have something for this human. Because of more recent events I've been able to over take him and fool him into my grasps. Thanks to you Moathia, thanks to you.", Kalamon says as he grins evily. "Commander, send out 200 orcs and find them trouble some orcs and that elf. If I have to I'll personally meet him and kill him. Move out", Kalamon says to the orcish commander. The commander grunts, "Yes sir!"
The orc nods and peers out over the camp as it is almost done being rebuilt. He turns back around and looks at Kalamon. "Sir, we don't have the numbers. All of the others are working. What shall we do?," the orc says to Kalamon. Kalamon grins and says,"There is an easy solution to this. This will only be a moment." Kalamon peers over at the building in which Sevious stands and then back at Moathia then smiles to himself. "I call upon your assisstance. Orcaen soldiers march forth from the next realm into this one. The time is right. 200 of you step out of the great gate into this place.", Kalamon says as his voice shakes through the island. Suddenly the pebbles on the ground starts to shake and the gate behind Kalamon starts to glow brighter and reder than ever. The sound of Marching can be heard all around and birds fly out from the tree tops in panic. "Behold, the Orcaen are upon us! March forward my troops", Kalamon says with pride. Suddenly the gate lets out a loud noise of evil through the air and suddenly heavily armored feet and bodies start marching out of the gate. 200 of them emerge from the gate and down into the opening of the camp. In a heavily disciplined manner the orcs march in proper fashion. They all stop and turn around at the exact moment to face Kalamon.
"Alas, it has been over a few months of your hard training. You are the race that was truelly created for Moshran. Be proud of what you have accomplished in the previous months. It is time to crush the resistance here on this island and take the world by storm. There are more of you. Tens of thousands on the other side. Show this realm what they shall face. Show the race of man that they can not win. Show the world their fate!", Kalamon says with his fist raised high in the air. The Orcaen soldiers all grunted and let off battle cries. They clashed their swords and sheilds together and looked towards the orcish commander. "Lead these orcaen to victory commander. I trust you. Do your best to bring the resistance here under control. Now carry on.", Kalamon says as he looks back at Moathia. "This is where it begins. Heheh. The destruction of this world", Kalamon says as he smiles evily to her.
The orcish commander straps all his armor to him and lets out a loud battle cry to the orcaens. "Let us crush this threat on this island. Leave none alive. We must find the other elves, the hostile orcs, and the elves hidden in the forests. Then we will have all under control. Let us move out!", the commander says. The orcaen army all turn together towards the pathway that leads out of the camp and grunt loudly. The commander hops down onto the ground and starts to run through the forests. The orcaen run behind him through the forests towards the beach to where the bloodskulls and Callith are....
"Do you hear that...? It has begun.....we don't have a chance....only the gods can save us now....", Qern'atel mumbles to himself, "Elara help us...Morgaine and Elaralith. It has begun. They're coming for us....a reign of terror has started and it will last a long time....nothing can save us....." Qern'atel looks up at the sky and then shakes his head. He walks back into the house to listen to the elder, Morgaine, and Elaralith talk.
Meanwhile back over by Kalamon, the golem, and the elf, Kalamon looks at the elf with a curious smile on his face. "You say to rescue a friend. Hah. Lies. You say that but why would you of came alone? Hahah. I think there's something else that made you come here on your own. It's not normal even for a young elf to break off of the protection of others. On another note....it's true that you're not here to fight a war. This is just the beginning. All of Illarion will be mine for the taking. This island is just the staging point of a great plan. A great plan for conquest. For Moshran. For glory. Most of all....my greatest desire....the destruction of the race of man.....they cause to much trouble on this world anyway.....with them out of the way, you other races will thank me....for this great deed I am about to do. By killing off this troublesome race....this world will be a better place....for my taking and for Moshran's. He rightfully owns this...he saved it after all.", Kalamon says as his eyes glow red with a fiery ambition. "Time is short for their race. As soon as I get a foothold here. I will construct a great fleet. This fleet will terrorize the seas and my orcish, undead, and hellish army will rule this world. Creatures such as this behind you, the golem, will keep order in this world. Time is short and soon you all will be under mine. Your name is Moathia, correct? If you wish to see Sevious one more time before I kill him then tell me now. I sense you have something for this human. Because of more recent events I've been able to over take him and fool him into my grasps. Thanks to you Moathia, thanks to you.", Kalamon says as he grins evily. "Commander, send out 200 orcs and find them trouble some orcs and that elf. If I have to I'll personally meet him and kill him. Move out", Kalamon says to the orcish commander. The commander grunts, "Yes sir!"
The orc nods and peers out over the camp as it is almost done being rebuilt. He turns back around and looks at Kalamon. "Sir, we don't have the numbers. All of the others are working. What shall we do?," the orc says to Kalamon. Kalamon grins and says,"There is an easy solution to this. This will only be a moment." Kalamon peers over at the building in which Sevious stands and then back at Moathia then smiles to himself. "I call upon your assisstance. Orcaen soldiers march forth from the next realm into this one. The time is right. 200 of you step out of the great gate into this place.", Kalamon says as his voice shakes through the island. Suddenly the pebbles on the ground starts to shake and the gate behind Kalamon starts to glow brighter and reder than ever. The sound of Marching can be heard all around and birds fly out from the tree tops in panic. "Behold, the Orcaen are upon us! March forward my troops", Kalamon says with pride. Suddenly the gate lets out a loud noise of evil through the air and suddenly heavily armored feet and bodies start marching out of the gate. 200 of them emerge from the gate and down into the opening of the camp. In a heavily disciplined manner the orcs march in proper fashion. They all stop and turn around at the exact moment to face Kalamon.
"Alas, it has been over a few months of your hard training. You are the race that was truelly created for Moshran. Be proud of what you have accomplished in the previous months. It is time to crush the resistance here on this island and take the world by storm. There are more of you. Tens of thousands on the other side. Show this realm what they shall face. Show the race of man that they can not win. Show the world their fate!", Kalamon says with his fist raised high in the air. The Orcaen soldiers all grunted and let off battle cries. They clashed their swords and sheilds together and looked towards the orcish commander. "Lead these orcaen to victory commander. I trust you. Do your best to bring the resistance here under control. Now carry on.", Kalamon says as he looks back at Moathia. "This is where it begins. Heheh. The destruction of this world", Kalamon says as he smiles evily to her.
The orcish commander straps all his armor to him and lets out a loud battle cry to the orcaens. "Let us crush this threat on this island. Leave none alive. We must find the other elves, the hostile orcs, and the elves hidden in the forests. Then we will have all under control. Let us move out!", the commander says. The orcaen army all turn together towards the pathway that leads out of the camp and grunt loudly. The commander hops down onto the ground and starts to run through the forests. The orcaen run behind him through the forests towards the beach to where the bloodskulls and Callith are....
"Do you hear that...? It has begun.....we don't have a chance....only the gods can save us now....", Qern'atel mumbles to himself, "Elara help us...Morgaine and Elaralith. It has begun. They're coming for us....a reign of terror has started and it will last a long time....nothing can save us....." Qern'atel looks up at the sky and then shakes his head. He walks back into the house to listen to the elder, Morgaine, and Elaralith talk.
Veralions eyes widen and the ground begins to shake.
Damnit! He did it! They are after us!!!
Thank goodness the ships are close...
Veralion jumps up and gathers with the others. He smells the air, noticing they do have some time, for they are moving at the wrong angle towards them...
We can make it... We all meet here if we must retreat! The outcome of this battle seems bad...for I have fought the beasts coming after us in the hell pits long ago... Lets prepare for the ships!
Damnit! He did it! They are after us!!!
Thank goodness the ships are close...
Veralion jumps up and gathers with the others. He smells the air, noticing they do have some time, for they are moving at the wrong angle towards them...
We can make it... We all meet here if we must retreat! The outcome of this battle seems bad...for I have fought the beasts coming after us in the hell pits long ago... Lets prepare for the ships!
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The orcaen run through the fores following their orcish commander. They all grunt and let out battle cries as they charge towards the beach. The orcish commander smells the air and smiles to himself. "We grow near! Keep your weapons ready! This will be a quick and easy task!", the commander says. "I smell the elf. Kalamon my lord. SHall we capture him!?", the commander says to his lord's voice. "Yes do what you must. He may kill a few of your men but he can be stopped. With my barrier on you he will not touch you. Nothing will.", kalamon says evily through telepathy. The group runs for the beach and finally arrive. "There he is! Seize him!", the commander shouts to his men. It is to late as the elf mounts the eagle and kicks off into the air. The wolf runs away into the forest. "Hmm....the elf has to much tricks up his sleeves. We will get him soon.
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Callith wakes up with a wolf licking the side of his face, he smiles and pets it before stumbiling over to the eagle and mouting. The eagle flies off into the air and Callith spots the ships and askes the eagle to land on them. As they fly, they pass over the village and he see's Moathia, the golem, Kalamon and the army of orcs just leaving, he orders the eagle higher up and writes a short note.
" Moshran's bane comes for you" He drops it and prays the wind doe not blow it off course. before asking the eagle to head to the ships again.
" Moshran's bane comes for you" He drops it and prays the wind doe not blow it off course. before asking the eagle to head to the ships again.
A loud rush from the water and a loud thunk can be heard as each ship hits the sand on the shore. They creek and bob a little in the water and a giant door from both ships swing open as three hundred of the Bloodskull army flood out onto the shore. They organize them selves as archers head to the back of the group and mounded riders ride giant beasts, scattering themselves. A few orcs begin to roll a few catapults about the ships and a few onto the shore. Infantry line the front of it all. A tall and built orc walks off of the ship and approaches Veralion...
Colonal Veralion! We got your word and headed straight out. I managed to gather 300 Bloodskulls from the camp to come here, sir. We are ready for you command!
Well done... A great battle is in our midst... tell all Bloodskulls to prepare and keep the ships ready to sail. If we defeat this army we shall advance. Be prepared good friend, all hell is about to break loose....
Veralion boards a ship and straps on the very best armor. He pulls out a long sword with a nitch on the tip for gutting enemies, and walks off the ship. He takes his dagger and cuts his hand open over a scar made by Gurok months ago and puts some blood in to a bowl. He dabs his finger in the blood and makes a red skull on his armor pieces. He rises in front of the entire army with his fellow commanding officers and they await speak of their next actions as their army is waiting....
What are your commands, King Veralion?
Veralion looks out into the distant ocean, then turns to look at an elf landing with an eagle on one of the ships....
Just be ready....
Colonal Veralion! We got your word and headed straight out. I managed to gather 300 Bloodskulls from the camp to come here, sir. We are ready for you command!
Well done... A great battle is in our midst... tell all Bloodskulls to prepare and keep the ships ready to sail. If we defeat this army we shall advance. Be prepared good friend, all hell is about to break loose....
Veralion boards a ship and straps on the very best armor. He pulls out a long sword with a nitch on the tip for gutting enemies, and walks off the ship. He takes his dagger and cuts his hand open over a scar made by Gurok months ago and puts some blood in to a bowl. He dabs his finger in the blood and makes a red skull on his armor pieces. He rises in front of the entire army with his fellow commanding officers and they await speak of their next actions as their army is waiting....
What are your commands, King Veralion?
Veralion looks out into the distant ocean, then turns to look at an elf landing with an eagle on one of the ships....
Just be ready....
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Elaralith is startled out of her discussions with Morgaine and the other Elders of the elven colony by a loud shaking.
"Alas, my heart tells me that great evil is upon us! We must fly immediately! Qern'atel, we must go now and war the rest of the Elves of your colony and ourselves take shelter in the trees!"
Elaralith is uncommonly alarmed and motions quickly for the others to move. With Qern'atel leading the way, Elaralith and Morgaine go into the forest with the escort of elven rangers with bows at the ready. Suddenly a dark beast springs down and begins viciously attacking the company of Elves!
"Ah! It is the fell beast that I spoke of! Elara's Light shine forth!"
Elaralith lifts her staff up as she chants and a blinding Light issues that causes the Dark beast to fling up and scurry away back into the treetops. A hiss can be heard as its only speech as it retreats:
"SSsssS...It is not over, it has just begun! Lorrrd Kalamon shall destroy you all!"
"Alas, my heart tells me that great evil is upon us! We must fly immediately! Qern'atel, we must go now and war the rest of the Elves of your colony and ourselves take shelter in the trees!"
Elaralith is uncommonly alarmed and motions quickly for the others to move. With Qern'atel leading the way, Elaralith and Morgaine go into the forest with the escort of elven rangers with bows at the ready. Suddenly a dark beast springs down and begins viciously attacking the company of Elves!
"Ah! It is the fell beast that I spoke of! Elara's Light shine forth!"
Elaralith lifts her staff up as she chants and a blinding Light issues that causes the Dark beast to fling up and scurry away back into the treetops. A hiss can be heard as its only speech as it retreats:
"SSsssS...It is not over, it has just begun! Lorrrd Kalamon shall destroy you all!"
The eagle lets Callith off and he walks out to the orc army.
"I need someone who can heal, and fast." He walks over to Veralion and bows. "I would be honoured to fight along side you, and help you get to the village, but when we get there, I leave, and your men stay out of my way, I will be past the enemy lines, but tell your people not to burn anything if they win."
"I need someone who can heal, and fast." He walks over to Veralion and bows. "I would be honoured to fight along side you, and help you get to the village, but when we get there, I leave, and your men stay out of my way, I will be past the enemy lines, but tell your people not to burn anything if they win."
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You stupid little elvine.....You're torture to me is pleasure. I love watching pain and death. You are bound to those rings for good. At least until I take them off. Oh and you're "Uncle" is it? The one that just flew by. Don't expect him to leave alive. Oh and I have something to show you. Take a look.", Kalamon says as he puts his hand on her head. "This is a taste of what is about to come", Kalamon says as they both go off and into a view of 300 or so orcs standing in front of two ships. Off into the distance the orcaen's march towards the other army....
Soon the army spots the bloodskulls. "Sir, there is our enemy. What shall we do?", the orcaen soilder asks the commander. "We line up...and then engage them. Kill everyone of them. They are just normal orcs....leave none of them alive!", the commander says back. "Yes sir!", all the orcaens shout back. They all march towards the other army in column formation. The orcaens draw out bows and cross bows. "Let me take care of this....", the orcish commander says to his troops. "You over there. Whoever the commander is...meet me in the middle. No troops with you....just me and you", the commander says shouting back to the other army waiting for a reply....
Soon the army spots the bloodskulls. "Sir, there is our enemy. What shall we do?", the orcaen soilder asks the commander. "We line up...and then engage them. Kill everyone of them. They are just normal orcs....leave none of them alive!", the commander says back. "Yes sir!", all the orcaens shout back. They all march towards the other army in column formation. The orcaens draw out bows and cross bows. "Let me take care of this....", the orcish commander says to his troops. "You over there. Whoever the commander is...meet me in the middle. No troops with you....just me and you", the commander says shouting back to the other army waiting for a reply....
"Uncle, I suppose, give or take 20,000 years, You can't beat him, and you should fear him, he is more than capable of placing you in the ground again, Moshran's bane will return to stop the second comming, if you win, the world wont be yours, Moshran will kill you, and take it for himself once you have won. He will betray you and you know it, deep inside, you know Moshran will kill you when you are done."
Veralion pushes Callith up and grabs him by his collar.
You want to charge in demanding to be healed and give us orders?! Well, let me tell you this much- You stay out of My way...stay out of Our way, or you will be trampled over, elf!. And what we conquer will be ours. One less elf wouldn't matter much in this war. Keep in mind who you are talking to....
Veralion releases Callith and gives him some healing potion and herbs. He then turns to where the army has just gathered and notices one is shouting to him...
Hurry Callith, you are allowed to fight along side us. Don't issue orders to my soldiers... good luck...
Everyone else, make haste to your posts and be alert. Do not do anything till my command...you all know the signs.... Watch my back.
Veralion turns, grunts in an agreeing manner, and begins to walk to the middle of the long, wide beach towards the other orc....
You want to charge in demanding to be healed and give us orders?! Well, let me tell you this much- You stay out of My way...stay out of Our way, or you will be trampled over, elf!. And what we conquer will be ours. One less elf wouldn't matter much in this war. Keep in mind who you are talking to....
Veralion releases Callith and gives him some healing potion and herbs. He then turns to where the army has just gathered and notices one is shouting to him...
Hurry Callith, you are allowed to fight along side us. Don't issue orders to my soldiers... good luck...
Everyone else, make haste to your posts and be alert. Do not do anything till my command...you all know the signs.... Watch my back.
Veralion turns, grunts in an agreeing manner, and begins to walk to the middle of the long, wide beach towards the other orc....
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" I do this for moshran....I am his right hand man. ", Kalamon says to Moathia. "And you know what. You're uncle can't beat me. If you haven't figured it out...it takes someone of a pure heart....some one that possesses this power. And the only one that does is in my grasps...heheh", Kalamon says back to Moathia. "I can do as I please with this world. I am a lich after all.", Kalamon says back again.
"You don't get it do you... Moshran will use you untill he decides you are no longer useful to him, and then he will dispose of you, and send your soul to Cherga, and my 'uncle' can win, becuase he posses somthing more than a pure heart, by the time he gets here, he will have two swords, one stained with the blood of Moshran, one of the few blades to pirece the bone lords skin, and he will have the sword of Moshran the great, they will cut through the powers that hold you together, you can not win, and your right, there was a reason I split from the protection of the group, but to get it, you have to toture me."
Callith stands with a group of orcs.
"Your leader told me not to order you, so I'm giving some advice, if he wins, those crossbows will fire, so put your sheilds up towards the end, keep a tight hold of your sword, and get ready to pull him back if he wins, they are dangerous, and know no honour, the will shoot Veralion if he wins." Callith drinks the potions and dresses the wounds with herbs, and he walks silently round both orc armies and disappears into the forrest, he starts towards the village.
"Your leader told me not to order you, so I'm giving some advice, if he wins, those crossbows will fire, so put your sheilds up towards the end, keep a tight hold of your sword, and get ready to pull him back if he wins, they are dangerous, and know no honour, the will shoot Veralion if he wins." Callith drinks the potions and dresses the wounds with herbs, and he walks silently round both orc armies and disappears into the forrest, he starts towards the village.