Dark Age Legends

[Mark of the Dragon]

*growing sick of waiting for Xorlak to reply*

[Xorlak]

Draven lept into the air, avoiding the kick, his body burst into a glow of red energy.  He flipped in the air and landed on the roof of a house several yards away, arms still crossed and his cape flying to the side.

He was about to reply when Kail appeared on the scene and a burst of lightning hit the dragons near the castle.  Glancing in the castle's direction he noticed another warrior was fighting the dragons as well-- the other one who attacked Draven.

So, there are three instigators here... he thought to himself.  His eyes returned to Sigilus and calmly stared at him for a moment, as if deciciding the easiest course of action.  Whoever was casting lightning spells was getting on his nerves in a bad way... but he should finish what he started here first...

"Kail, your help is not required..." he said, still looking down at Sigilus, a sinister red aura still emanating from his body... he motioned his head toward the castle, "Go kill the flying golden one..."

Returning to the other, "For money, you say?"

Perfect.  It was one of the two best reasons, the other was his own-- power.

"My dear boy, it pains me deeply to see such a young talent go to waste... snuffed out before it has the chance to fully show its potential..."

His aura intensified.  The shingles of the roof he was standing on began to sizzel and burn.  His hair and cape waved in unison.

"But it does not have to happen that way... if you think what pocket change you receive now is money, hear this:  Soon we will control everything.  Anything in the world you could possibly want, any of your desires can be fulfilled if you join us.  Young talent is what we seek and young talent is what you have.  Answer me quickly, for I have other matters to attend to.  Will you join us?"

----

One of the remaing two apparitions circled Scorch's head.

"Lord Draven will see you soon enough.  He has little time for scum like you..."

With that, it swung its scythe in a huge arc-- straight for the traitor's head.

----

Iduran, with renewed strength repeatedly slashed at the second wraith, who blocked each blow with the blade of its scythe.  It retaliated with its own flury of slashes, which Iduran blocked as well.

[Mark of the Dragon]

Sigilus looked up at Draven, thought for a moment, sighed, and then nodded his head.

"Very well...if the money involved is worth the metal that shaped it. However, I will not disclose the name of the client who hired me. I will tell you this: the pay was over 3 billion silver pieces...WAY more than I am used to taking for a job...normally it's 2000 pieces of silver. Will my joining you be worth it?"

Before Draven could answer, Sigilus leaped away, went into his bag, and drew out his sai. From there, he leapt in the air and landed behind Iduran, where he attempted to plunge his sais into the old knight's heart.

[Cesque]

"Too bad I will have lots of time for HIM!" - responded Scorch, but his words marked his doom as he didn't notice the power of his haste spell worn off and trying to evade the hit, he recieved a powerful blow - not in the neck, but rather in straight into his forehead. The bleeding wound propelled him backward, as he conjured an orb of wind energy and casted it toward the wraith, coiling him in middle sized tornado.

And as the battle progressed, he felt unconsious from the pain of his bleeding wound.

[DarkElite]

Kail responded to Draven with a quick nod and was off. He ran as fast as he could towards the fire embeded castle. Few dragons were left after the several attacks were made against them. As he drew near, he yelled, "Retreat back to the Empire's base! Regroup there!"
The Wyverns flew back, speeding away from their attackers.

--

Kail looked towards Zeros'. "I will finish you later!"

Kail again ran, but this time away from all the battles.  He was fleeding to join the other Wyverns as they regrouped. As he was reaching the tip of a hill, he heared large, repeditive poundings, like marching or thunder. He ran to the top and looked over.
His eyes widened in shock.  Another wave of seven thousand strong, armed in the Dark Empire's black armor, marched towards Romme.

"Heh heh heh heh heh.....this is what we really need... the time for total annihalation has come...prepare yourself, Romme..."

[Xorlak]

Draven stroked his chin as he watched his former adversary run to the other side of the battlefield to prepare to attack what looked like one of Romme's leaders.

"Hmmm... easier than I thought..."

He wasn't surprised that there was a bounty on him, although he was somewhat flattered by the steep price.  He wouldn't disappoint the new recruit, however-- the empire pays in gold.

Now what to do with this energy he had stored... he looked around the ruined town.  He returned his glance to Sigilus, who was quickly decending on Iduran from behind.  There was another warrior there as well... this one looked familiar...

"Scorch... that blasted traitor..."

He should have known, really... with the lighning bolts and all...

"Well now, things just got interesting..."

His aura of fire even brighter than before, he lept from rooftop to rooftop, then to the ground, and ran towards the traitor with blazing speed.

----

In the middle of blocking the wraith's latest attack, Iduran gasped and fell backwards-- moving just enough so one of Sigilus' sais struck the metal part of his armor.  The apparition, not knowing what to make of the situation, lowered its scythe and floated upwards a few feet, giving as confused a look as possible for something without a face.  Iduran stuggled to sit up and coughed,

"God!  Not another!  Will this madness never end?!"

----

The other apparition, protected by a lighting barrier-- not a wind barrier, let out a hissing sound as it spun wildly out of control from the traitor's tornado attack.

As Scorch stammered from his wound, the area around him lit up in crimson light.  He heard a callous voice from behind,

"Tch!  It's been awhile, Scorch..."

[Cesque]

"What?" mumbled the half-consious, wounded sorceror. "What are you and who do you... serve?"

[Xorlak]

Standing behind Scorch, Draven folded his arms again (it was his favorite pose).

"It's a shame you don't recognize your own commander's voice. Must be that wound you have on your head... Tell me, did you get hit in the head before killing a legion of your fellow soldiers as well?  How about before coming here, and trying to mess up my attack?"

He now held up a clenched fist.

"Before I erase you from existance for your dissidence, tell me... Why?  Why turn your back on your emperor?  Why turn your back on the future of this world?"

[Zeros']

Zeros' looked back towards where Kali was and looked towards where he was looking. "Damn...the Dark Empire is coming back..." He floated down and sheathed his sword, retracted his wings and ran towards Qeni and Zev. They started crying, while hugging Zeros'. "Daddy..I was swo wowred." Zeros' was shocked, she called him daddy. "It's ok Qeni...I won't leave either of you, but I have a debt to repay." Zeros' spread his wings and pointed to a soldier to come get the kids. He quickly flapped his wings and flew to where Scorch, Iduran and Sigilus were fighting.

"Draven! I have a score to settle with you!"

[Cesque]

Seeing Zeros coming from the sky, Scorch mourned in his last moments of true consiousness... "Angels... Coming... To destroy... your hypocritic rule..."

"Draven, you... Fool... Your Empire will fall... Your forces will be slaughtered... No one shall mess with the prophercied betrayer... of the evil of your kind... The fury of the storm that destroyed your own forces have opened my eyes... By an ancient... prophercy... Of the storm... Your empire... will fall..."

[Mark of the Dragon]

As Sigilus's sai struck the old knight's armor, it flew out of his hand. Sigilus quickly brought himself back into position and aimed to plant 3 consectutive side-kicks toward Iduran's chest.

[DarkElite]

The large legion come up to Kail, and haulted. Thier leader came forth, and bowed, for Kail was a Commander and the leader was a Lieutenant.

"Do you wish to take Command, Kail?"

"Yes, I believe I shall... Those who killed Exilis shall pay for their doings with their lives!" he murmered, "Ok! Commence attack upon the castle, if you meet Draven, follow his command! Let no man live!

"To war!"

The soldier flew forward, charging with armor and weapons readied. They filtered around Kail as he slowly walk towards the castle as well. He drew his sword from its sheath, "Prepare to die....Romme"

The entire legion had passed him, and he began to run forward. BY the time he reached the town, the rest had already begun the attack. "Move forward! Attack the castle! Destroy anyone who gets in the way!"

[Cesque]

Scorch felt his death is coming soon. He never studied white magic personally, but he was absolutely sure there are spells to cure him of death. But he also knew those who want his true destruction can not only tear apart his soul, but also his body, making it impossible for his spirit to be raised.

He concetrated and he realised a fact that might change his fate...

"Knowing the pro-... pher... cy..." - he mumbled, trying to turn his head to look at Draven - "I am the only one... who can... pre-... ven... fall... of... fff... Dar... k... k... E... m... p... p..."

[Xorlak]

Draven reared his foot back, about to deliver a huge kick to the dying man, when he heared him mumble.

"Prophecy?  What nonsense is this?"

He restrained himself out of curiosity, but his smirk soon returned and he held out his palm, conjuring a fireball at the man.

"Trying to delay your death with lies?  Very well, I've nothing to lose by letting you live a few more minutes.  Humor me."

But then, Draven suddenly heard another voice challenging him, this one from the sky.  Without moving the aim of his palm from Scorch, he glanced up at the winged warrior.

"You again..."

----

As Iduran struggled to get back on his feet, the young warrior planted the first kick square into his chest.  As the old knight reared backward, he regained balance and blocked the second with a downward slashing motion of his sword, sending Sigilus back just a bit, but buying him enough time to conjure one of the few spells he knew.  Touching his blade to the ground, Iduran slashed it in an upward arch, sending a small tornado towards the martial artist.

[Dude Man]

Duilin battles along with the other Dark Warriors. Smashing the Romme soilders with his mace. He trips and falls on the ground and cuts himself on the leg on a droped sword. He limps over and goes and sits on a rock...
"What am I doing?" He says to himself. He looks at the cut on his leg. "Ow...."
He looks at the fighting going on. "Why is it that I feal that what is happening is wrong if I'm with the DARK Empire. I'm evil...Or am I....."
He countinues to sit on the rock hopeing that none of the Commanders Of The Dark Empire will notice him and start yelling at him for not fighting.