Dark Age Legends

[Kahn]

He thought he would be more nervous in the situation, but he wasn't at all.

"My name is Hyperion and I am the finest creation of the magician Edgar Gonzalo."

[Xorlak]

Draven stroked his chin. Gonzalo... hmmm... didn't ring a bell... This will require looking into. After his meeting, of course.

"Hyperion... very well. I will permit you to be in my service if you can perform a simple task."

He looked in the direction that the old prophet flew into.

"Find that old man and kill him. Bring his head to me..."

His eyes returned to meet Hyperion's, glistening as he grinned.

"Of course, you must not lead on that you were sent by me. You will not be granted that privilege until you pass this test..."

He turned, flipping his cape, and disappeared back down into the stairwell.

Those fools follow this old man's "visions" blindly. Hate for him to get an attitude and tell them to turn on me... Better remove this one...

[Haraldur]

Benito Franco Salazar followed the leading wyvyrn rider, as did his entourage. The other wyvyrn riders followed cose behind. They came to where Draven was //the Crimson Palace, I assume.// and Franco moved forward, and bowed the shallow bow of unaquainted equals.

"Greetings. I trust you are not currently troubled by other urgent affairs of state?" he said, with the implication being there was none more important.

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//Come on D. Ein, do not keep me waiting! Razz//

[Dude Man]

// I'll nag at D.Ein to post  Wink \\

"Ah ha." Marshal clearly saw Zeros' and Duilin. "Over here!" He yelled


"Wha? Zeros', did you hear that." Duilin said, he turned his head, and spotted Marshal. "Well, I'll be. It's Marshal, what the hell is he doing there?"  Marshal, was sitting on a cliff, seems odd why he would be there, and what was that stuff he had on? He swooped over, and hovered a few yards away from him. "How's it goin'?" He said cheerfully. 'Something's not right...'

"Oh, my, It was terrible..." Marshal said sounding frightened

"What, happened?"

"I went back to the Blue Minotaur Temple, and it was gone...Haraldur destroied it, so I went to Crimson Capital, and I saw he tried to destroy there to. I saw you people there to, and well...I followed him back to Laus. I stole some equipment, and possed as one of Haraldur's followers. I herd him talking with some others, and then he started killing people, and then said he was going to destroy Rivertown, next...You must hurry, there. Haraldur's has gone beserk again...I can't stop him, but I know you two can!"

Duilin turned and looked at Zeros'. "What do you think?" He asked

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Valos and the others arived at the base camp. Tons of soilders were there getting ready for battle. There was one table reserved for him and the others. He placed the map down on the table, and motioned for the others to group around. He then began to explain his plan
"Allright, now apparently, Haraldur has rigged the ground. I assume the the ground may crack open or huge sprouts of water will blast out, or volcanos will sprout from the ground, or some random shit like that. So, I supose it would be best to enter Laus very carefully! Now, Aura, I want you to group with the newbies as you have been instructed, they may be abit jumpy and scared, don't let them slack off.

     Now, Xenai from this base, I want you to head down to Laus, pose as a commoner, or something, try to blend in. Imp, you can enter were ever you want, since your not supost to be seen anyways. Well, try not to. You two gather as much information as possible, try and find out what Haraldur did to the ground. Telepathicly message all information to me. If you get caught, don't run back here, they will follow you, and blow our cover. Now, as soon as I get enough information, about the area, there army size and such, I'll inform Lord Draven about it.

    Now, once we attack, we'll send out forces from base camp 1 to attack the north side of the city and the soilders from base camp 2 to attack from the south side, attacking them from both sides, leaveing them nowere to run. We will have a fraction of our forces to guard the front line, once we attack they some may run off and try to attack our camps, we may also get trapped from the rigged ground so, leaveing troops outside would be a wise choice. Now, I don't want the less experinced to pick a fight with Haraldur, he is very strong. Me, Draven, Duilin and Zeros' are probabbly the only ones able to put up a fight. You two spies, I want you to leave ASAP. Any questions?"

[Trent]

//Don't feel like RPing Zion and Tsu... I'm in a really bad mood.

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Of course Aura had saluted all the generals. What, you think she didn't? Open your eyes.

"The newbies will be fine, sir. I'll get them into shape. My guys and I will be attacking with the guys from camp 2, right?"

"Like a commoner, then?" And he just tosses his armor aside, revealing normal-looking clothing. "Like I need it anyway." Zero Weapon wasn't visible, it materialized at will.

[D. Ein]

Ein was thrown off his concentration, by a voice above him. He stared at the man above.
-"Wha...? Who are you? Well, that matters not. I am currently attempting to use this... Gift, if you will, of magic, that I recieved from a dying sage. As he... umm... gave it to me, i gained knowledge of an entity named Haraldur, and a location: Laus. I was in the process of trying to teleport there. I may be doing a few things wrong, but... You know. We always try to do our best, now don't we?"

//Oh the joy of returning to DAL! Stupid internet wouldn't start up, so i could only go on MSN... sorry about the wait, guys.

[Kahn]

Hyperion suspected he would have to do something of this nature, but was hoping otherwise. He looked towards the direction the prophet, trying to get an idea of where he went.

"I had better make this one quick. Perhaps I shouldn't underestimate him though."

He turned into a dragon and flew in the direction.

[Zeros']

Zeros' looked at Marshal carefully, before lightly resting his hand on his sword hilt, almost unnociabily.

"Well... For one, what would Haraldur get out of destroying a cult of summoners who are only interesting in history and legends? More then likely, he'd want to recruit them," he said casually.

"And another thing is..." he pulled his sword out in one, swift movement and soon had the sword in its god form, leveled at Marshal's throat. The blades length didn't change, but, it got taller (As in, bigger going up ad down). The hilt of the sword also changing into a ethernal white mane, about a foot in length, which seemed to flow and shift without any wind. "... Your totally and utterly lying.

For one, your aura has more subtile traces of Haraldur and Telsa it should have. You mave of had a meeting with the two, but, it was only brief. The ammount in your aura suggests you spent more then that time around them. Another thing, is, if Haraldur destroyed the Blue Minitour temple ? which he didn't ? someone here would of felt a power spike.

Don't try to trick me, Marshal. I've been alive longer then either Draven, or Haraldur. I've been to Asgard (The God plane) and Niflheim (Hell) more time then you can count," he growled out. "I'll give you one chance to redeem yourself in my eyes, before I cut you down," he said, leaving his threat unfinished.

[Dude Man]

Duilin shook his head in shame as he looked at Marshal. "I'd rather have Haraldur kill him for his failure. Just run Marshal..."

Marshal looked flushed, he was frightened "But, you don't understa-"

"Your in enough shit as it is. Go tell, your great leader what a wonderfull job you did."

Marshal, got up and ran as fast as he could, without even thinking of looking back.

"Heh, you see this might accually turn out to be good. You see, Haraldur will know we are here, therefore his main focus will be on us, not the others." Duilin said. "So, shall we go kick some ass?"

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"Hmm, let's see." Valos said to Aura. "Yes, I supose you will, better get moveing then soilder."

"I supose that's all the info I need." Rink replied. "I'll be sure to keep my aura off. I'll give you a metal message if I see any sign of Zeros' or Duilin." He flies his way off to Laus...

[Zeros']

Zeros' shook his head and resheathed his sword. The wind shifted briefly, showing his horribly scarred hands as he ran his right hand through his hair. On the back of his palm, the webbing between his thumb and pointer all had a metal welding on the back, in a net-like pattern. Barely any skin was shown through, as, the rest of his hand, even his fingernails, were littered in scars. Some even reached the bone. It was only thanks to his demonic and godlike powers half of his body was still useable.

"Kicking ass? No. We only need to cause a distraction... Remember Draven's spy plan? We need to stay true to that. All we need to do is cause some kind of distraction," he said, placing both of his hands into his trenchcoat pockets, a habit he picked up in another dimension.

[Dude Man]

//Meh, can't go on the comp after 4:30, so might as well make my second post now.\\

"Hah, allright." Duilin said back. "Well, let's see. I supose just us being here could be big enough, but Haraldur might suspect something..." Duilin, sat down, on the cliff were Marshal was. "Well, perhaps we could run threw the city banging pots yelling 'The Rommes are coming!' but that would be crazy." He said jokeing. "But perhaps, we could just fly over the city and start dropping fireballs in the streets, and then kiddnaps some people." Duilin subjested. "You'd have to be a fool to ignore that. So, I supose that might work."

[Haraldur]

The Prophet looked at Ein, and said, "If you are on Haraldur's side, I will have to kill you, if not, then I suggest that you travel to the nearby town of Redvik: even now an army of the Crimson Empire are preparing to attack Laus, and they doubtless would appreciate new volunteers, especially those as magically gifted as yourself. If you are against Haraldur, I would quite like to accompany you."

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"Nikola, I am going to start my own diversion, and provoke the Crimson Army, I am impatient for them to attack. Assuming he is still alive, whether or not his mission was a success, tell Marshall to attack the North side of Redvik, as I attack the South. If his mission has failed, which would not be a surprise, make it clear to him that this was anticipated, and we are not angry etc. etc.. It is to our advantage if we, after that setback (if indeed that as happened), further strengthen his loyalty to us, and the cause.

"Anyway, I expect you to be able to hold off the attacks in the meantime..." he chuckled.

Tesla nodded, but kept silent maintaining his concentration on the huge forces he was holding back with only the power of his mind.

Haraldur jumped off the battlements, and flew northward, preparing to destroy the frontline when he approached it later.

[Xorlak]

"Ah, Lord Salazar, I presume."

He glanced at the accompanying wyvern riders and waved his hand, and they promptly left back into the sky.

"Of course not.  You had an appointment after all.  Come, we should have our meeting in a more hospital environment."

He lead the way down the stairwell at the top of the tower, through some winding hallways, and into the main dining hall, where he took his seat at the throne at the head of the long table.  Dozens of servants scurried about, setting plates for the guests.

The elite in black armor silently watched from the balcony.

Draven waved his hand as the wine glasses were being filled.

"Come and sit.  Tell me now, why are you so interested in this little affair with the Aspyes?"

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Ven jumped out of the way of the beast's club, summoning another fire spell to his sword.  As he landed he had to jump again, the giant left hand now coming at him.  But as he descended, he jammed the blade, now burning with flame, into the undead monster's left arm.  It wailed in pain as the whole arm went up in a burst of crimson, flailing it around wildly and speeding the flame to nearby bushes and grass.  The left arm burned completely off, but Ven's sword was thrown some 20 feet behind the beast in the process and the beast seemed rather angry now...

Ven readied himself for some major dodging as the beast set its sights on him once more...

"Real great..."

[D. Ein]

Ein chuckled.
-"Kill me? You seem like a man with harsh methods. I can't be blaming you, though... From my general opinion of this land's population, such methods are... encouraged, or rather, needed. In any case, thank you for your information, but i prefer not to disclose my current plans."
He continued drawing the diagram in the sand. As he finished tracing the final line, he pointed to the ground directly north of him, and started drawing a shape in the air. After a few swift movements, a glowing pentagram appeared around and over him. He started chanting.
//heh, someone mind describing Laus for me? I sort of want to know what it looks like before teleporting there...

[Trent]

"And where the f*ck were weeeee?!" sings Tsu.

"I like bands of armenian descent as much as any other guy," came Zion's retaliation, "but now is not the time!"

"Party pooper. Oh yeah, where's Armenia?"

"I have no idea." They land, unsheathing their weapons. Zion chucked a ki ball at the beast. "Need a hand, Ven?" asks Zion.

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Xenai headed out for Laus, looking as casual as he could be, and was he good at it! He subdued his aura as much as possible, and did good at it.

Aura was about to head off to Camp 2, but oh, look. She was already there. Guess she would just hang out here until the time to attack.