Dark Age Legends

[Yammy]

"Hm...I wonder who they can be...I do so hope they have something valuable with them!" exclaimed Yamvy to himself, refering to the multitude of people flying, or at least they looked like people, Yamvy was rather far away. A cloud of mist conceaked this young Illusionist from view.

"They look like they may be chasing each other, maybe I should stay out of this mess...or maybe not!" laughed Yamvy evilly as he broke through his fog concealment, gripping his Fooled Staff tightly, and darted after his targets!

[Trent]

Of course the duo would commence to follow Zeros'. But as they started, Tsu caught up. They turned around. "Well hello there, Mr. Pro Swordsman. Are we rich now?"

"No, Xenai. Not rich at all. Still poor of the most important thing..."

Aura watched from a distance. "Hm." She backed up, and started to run in place, getting faster and faster. And she was off, running over the water! She was fast and light on her feet.

"What most important thing?" asked Zion.

"Maybe that important thing right there following us." Xenai pointed to Aura.

Tsu looked back at her, his eyes widening. "Damnit!!!"

[Yammy]

"HA HA HA!!!!" laughed Yamvy as his pace started speeding up...or was it an illusion. Then suddenly hordes of Yamvy illusions started surrounding the quick-flying people...whom were to Yamvy as his brand new victims!

[Dude Man]

"What the hell!?" Duilin yelled, his most common question

"He must be an illusionist!" Valos said.

"This might be a very expected question but, What one is real?" Rink asked

Valos narrowed his eyes, and glared. He swung his large sword at one of the illusions. "Fight me you coward!"

Duilin make a small smirk "This is gonna be a peice of cake!" he, focused his magic and then began forming a large orb of lightning...

Rink began, fireing fireballs at the illusions rapidly, hopeing to hit the correct one.

[Zeros']

Zeros' mearly stared at the illusions.

"I don't know why you are wasting your breath. If he's an illusionist, obviously, he won't fight for himself. He let's his illusions confuse his opponents and then, he strikes," he said casually. He batted a few illusions that got too close, seemingly bored.

[Haraldur]

"They are similar to shotguns, yes, but are more effective at longer range. The more recent ones can shoot many bullets in quick succession.

"We are a revolutionary society, an intellectual one also. We aim to destroy the various aristocracies on this world, and the bourgeoise under them."

[Xorlak]

(Great.  Haraldur's a communist.  Heh...)

The cloudy sky over the jagged eastern peaks at the edge of the Dark Continent lit up in red as Draven flew over, landing on one of the taller gray rock formations.  His burning red aura disappeared.  Immediately two dark wyvern riders appeared from the mist, one on either side, and landed next to their ruler, bowing deeply.

"The villain Ragnar has been dealt a humiliating defeat, yet still remains a threat.  Double security at the boarders and keep all fortresses vigilant.  Also... there is an impostor in the area...  a shape-shifter of some sort with some kind of glowing red pendant.  You deliver this message to North Point, and you report to Bandervil."

Both of the dark warriors saluted by making a fist with their right hands and positioning their arms across their chests, responding at the same time:

"Yes, my lord."

They parted ways, one flying northwest and the other southwest.  Draven lifted into the sky, a dim red aura forming around him once more, and began to blaze towards the west...

[Yammy]

Suddenly, all of the Yamvy copies disappeared.

"Wow! I hope you had a lot of fun smashing some holograms? Would you like to smash more?!" asked Yamvy with a snicker. His voice seemed to echo from every direction. Then a waterspout started forming right under Valos...

[Dude Man]

Valos, saw the water blast from under him. He castest an ice spell freezeing the water. He then swung his sword at the ice, with dark magic flowing threw the blade aiding the swing. The ice smashed into millions of peices, makeing a hailly mist all around. He sent a telepathic message to the others. 'Let's go.' He then blasted off towards north, clouded by the mist, so Yamvy wouldn't be able to see. Duilin and Rink flew off to. The three landed near the Dark Continent...

[Zeros']

Zeros' shrugs and followed Valos and the others.

[Xorlak]

Pearched on high jagged peaks above, dark warriors recognized the officer Valos as he lead Duilin and the others in their direction.

"Who are they?"

"They are part of the alliance against Ragnar.  Lord Draven wishes that they be left alone.  Unless, of course..."

"Of course..."

They nodded in agreement under their visors, and continued to observe from afar.

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Ven had lost the red beacon some time ago, but continued following in the direction in which it went.  The sky was cloudy here, and it seemed darker... and colder...

After much travel through the sea on his melting raft of ice, he finally could see the gray jagged peaks before him...

"The Dark Continent..."

The remains of the ice raft gently floated to the rocky shore and he jumped off.  Before him was an incredibly steep wall of mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see either way, down both sides of the shore.  He sighed and adjusted his gauntlet, then began to trudge upards, along a rocky path...

[Yammy]

"Fools!" laughed Yamvy, as he sat on a chair of mist high in the sky. He'd been watching the battle all along from there.

"They are quite good, I may wish to give chase...later on, but not now of course!" shouted Yamvy evilly, drinking a glass of non-existing wine.

[Dude Man]

Valos stepped threw the main gate, rubbing off a few ice chunks from his clothing. The others followed. "Duilin..." Valos said to him. "I wish to speak with you later. Rest awile, first." He then walked off into the keep.

Duilin shook his wings, and then folded them down. "I wonder what he wants to talk about..."

"I wouldn't trust him. Infact I don't trust this alliance." Rink sighed

"Well, we need to defeat Haraldur, he's cooking up something really sick, I bet..." Duilin replied. He walked around, a few soilders glared at him, wile others turned away. He then spotted a fimilar face. A large black man, was sitting down at a wooden chair sharping his axe on a rotateing weal. The man looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "I remember you..." He said. "I met you and your friends at your old village."

"Darak?" Duilin asked, beliveing he remembers the man.

"Ha ha! So you remember me? I couldn't possible forget you...I see you are also with, that multi winged one...Zeros'..." Darak replied

"Yeah. As you probabbly know, that Haraldur guy, is planning something bad. Bad for all of us..."

"Yes, Haraldur I remember him. He was overly cruel to my soilders, they were just doing there job."

"Well, it's good to see you're still alive...I guess.."

"Hahah! Yes, yes...thank you...I guess." Darak laughed and then turned away and went back to sharpening his axe.

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"Well, then I supose that would lead into, oh, world domination then?" Marshal replied. "First you try and fix the world, and now you are trying to rule it. What makes you belive that the people of the world should follow you?"

[Haraldur]

"I merely act as the regular army, for the most part. Given that this is a revolutionary society, the army takes a lead. I did found this organisation, but after the revolution is over, rule would be based on those most competent. Besides, I will be leaving after this is successful.

"In the mean time, they will follow me. It is only logical. Howevr, I intend to have leadership through admiration, not fear, and so far I have been successful in that regard."

[Yammy]

Suddenly a figure in dark cloaks approached Darak and asked,

"I believe you are Mr. Darak, may I ask you a question?" Before Darak had time to answer, the figure interrupted.

"Do you enjoy illusions?" asked the figure again, more cheerfully as he through his cloak off, revealing...