Dark Age Legends

[Dippy]

Kraig and Shaak make their way toward the town.

They see the battle taking place in the city below.
"Holy shit! Shaak look at that!" Kraig shouts as he sees the commotion.
"Man alive! Look at all those soothskins! There must be like a thousand!" Shaak replies.
"I know those flags! The smoothskins are called the Ass-pies I think..." Kraig says as he recognises the Aspyes fags.
"We need to get in on this, I say we join in on the rotting skeleton army 'cause the Ass-pies look like they taste better."
"And I want nothing to do with a group called Ass-pies!" Kaig adds.
"Anyways let's get going." Shaak says and he points out the Kandarian Sovereignty army.
Kraig blows on his horn and the entire orc army stands on the summit of the mountain.
Kraig faces towards the army and begins to speak. "Orcs! Listen up! We are joining in this battle! We have chosen to be with the rotting Necro dudes! So lets kick some smoothskin ass!"
The orcs charge toward the battle and scream.
"Ready up the shock troops!" Shaak yells to he army and a squad of twenty armoured ogars move toward the front of the attack.
as the army gets closer Kraig takes out his horn and uses it a megaphone.
"Greetings ugly dudes! We are here to help you kill the Ass-pies! Your general can pay us later!" Kraig boldly shouts at the undead army, not noticing the little to no reaction he received "Now my soldiers! ATTACK!"

//Horaldor the Horrible, don't kill my army in one post with your futuristic tesla man Razz .\\

[D. Ein]

//Dippy, either your spelling has gotten substantially better or you're using MS Word spell check. Either way, my respect for you just soared.\\

One of the surviving Winged Messengers limped over to Kraig.
-"Ah, hello! Your assistance in this matter is most unexpected, but welcomed. You say our enemies are called Ass-pies? A most unusual choice of name..."
The Messenger tilted its head a bit.
-"Anyway, once this conflict is resolved somehow, I'm sure my master will find you a most generous reward..."
The creature limped back to the circle of revived mages. The brown spikes (which are actually blighted plants) continued shredding through the mage army, and the slain mages continued coming back to life. Every single mage had fire protection. Thousand after thousand, the huge army was slowly being converted into the Horde.

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"Even with an experience as expansive as controlling a whole army, my mind still had its limits. A nation, however, did not. I sent a mental signal to all my undead assistants back at home, who reactivated the stone power prisms. With all of them online, I could easily control an army of 60 million. However, before raising any other creatures from the depths of the earth, I first had to convert that newly-appeared army into my own legions. Another idea struck me.
Without much after-thought, I sent a huge wave of power down at the ocean beneath me. A minute passed; nothing happened. Three minutes later, however, the ocean erupted with all sorts of bones. Thousands upon thousands of ex-creature chunks soared into the air, and changed course towards Gief."

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Marshal and Roland arrived at the temple. It seems that in their absence the undeads rebuilt it, for it seemed as good as new. Roland and //assuming he follows\\ Marshal jumped off their wyverns and entered the temple.
-"As you can see, friend, nothing's changed." The duo was passing through the main temple hall, catching cautious glimpses from other temple inhabitants.
-"Now, come just this way, to the Elder's chambers. I'll be glad to answer any questions while we're on our way."
In the distance, Ein landed and quickly turned himself back to human form. He crept towards the temple, trying not to warn any undead troops.
Bypassing all patrols, he found himself at the walls of the temple. He produced a what looked like a coil of rope from his belt, and threw it up onto the temple's roof. He began climbing.
Now, Ein, although poorly learned in the lore of the Dark Continent, has in fact heard of the Blue Minotaur group. He also saw some drawings of the temple, and instantly recognized a huge fault.
The Master Crystal and the prism were missing!

[Xorlak]

(NOTICE: New rule amendment added on "charging attacks".  See signup topic.

Haraldur:  8 million mages is ridiculously unreasonable.  Let's try and keep our sanity somewhat.  (Heh...))

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The Dark Emperor Retan rose from the throne, placing his hands behind his back and taking a step forward.

"Firstly, I believe you have some items in your possession that belong to me..."

He waved his right hand.  Nothing appeared to happen at first...

"Yes... you're the one..."

A bright orb suddenly seemed to shoot out of Haraldur's chest, though he could feel no discomfort at all.  The dim red ball flew across the room, forming into the shape of a sword as Retan plucked it out of the air...

It was an unusually ornate blade, with a red gem in the hilt...

The same sword that was once wielded by the knight Iduran...

The only difference was the gem no longer glowed dimly, but was a very dark and bland shade of red.

Retan sighed annoyedly, even though he was already sure of the outcome before this meeting.

"An unfortunate waste...  The souls bound to the six weapons have been rejoined and the weapons are useless...  I would have to find new souls to bind to them if they were ever to be of value again..."

(Retan essentually freed the part of Haraldur that was attached to the sword.  While that part of Haraldur remains attached to the other 9, the sword is no longer associated with him, however the blade retains whatever connections it has with Retan.)

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The people of Kesnar, Tjed began to panic as Seijin's Judgment attack struck nearby.

"Oh my god!  They're attacking!"

"Run!"

Villagers scurried about the streets in confusion.

"Send riders to the capital!"

"Get Ven!  Ven will save us!"


A shadow zipped through the streets and disappeared, most visible from Zeros' vantage point.  It moved too quickly for human eyes to notice...

"Eeeeeek!!!!"

A woman's scream pierced the din of the confusion.  She covered her mouth and took a few steps back from the tree.  There was a young man slumped over with his back to the bark... and a large hole in his chest, blood still oozing out, though he was quite dead...

On his forehead a vertical line was carved.  The number "1".

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"Good. Didn't think it would be that easy..."

Translucent magic barriers formed over the parts of the airships under attack, and the mages' blasts exploded all around.  Vincent smirked and nodded to the captain, hands still behind his back.

Turrets burst from hatches lining the sides of the mammoth flying ships, and a great volley of shadow elemental return fire was send back the mages' way.  From his vantage point in the bridge, Vincent could see Nick, Calvous, and Stoerra go to work on the remaining attackers.

"Turns out they were useful after all..."

The ships continued on, the city of Gief appearing on the horizon...

It was a spectacular battle as seen from the air, and Vincent took a moment to take in the beauty of random destruction blanketing the entire city and surrounding land.

"Hmm, seems our new friend started early."

The ships accelerated to attacking speed, spreading out far enough so that they would not be a single target.  Their weapon turrets were pointed at the ground and spread out so that the entirety of the ground between the ships would be covered, and a good deal on the sides...

Vincent took a quick scan of the field for any sign of Kronos.  Being a necromancer, he would definitely be controlling his army from the sidelines, so no worries about hitting him.  The battle was too hectic to discern friend from foe, however a shadow elemental attack would be rather ineffective on the undead, and quite the opposite on the living...

The turrets opened up, spewing forth an unholy rain of mass destruction in their wake...

An area half a mile wide was carpet bombed (Final Fantasy 4 style), and quickly approaching the center of the city, the destruction following the airships as they advanced...

[Haraldur]

//Yes, Melkoth is in Romme.

Dippy: the mages are currently floating up in the air by a hundred metres or so. I will assume that the orcs are attacking the city?//

Bernard cursed when he saw the spikes rise and impale his comrades, who became undead.

The mages rose up higher in the sky (which they never left), in order to avoid the spikes.  With one action they created for themselves a collective shield, and with the other, after a small consultation, they caused the land beneath the horde to collapse, causing the undead to be buried under tonnes of rock.

Those in the city started to shoot at the charging orcs with their various weaponry.

The dwarves started to catapult their fireballs towards the airships.

The men from the east and those from the west started to move towards the airships. They were slaughtered by the airships' attacks.

Then Makhno arrived on his flying, wingless horse, chucking his sabre at an airship. It spun in the air and lengthened, and then stuck into the hull, having cut through a barrier, severing a beam, causing that part of the airship to creak, and then a section of hull and nearby corridor and rooms fell out, smashing onto the ground along with some doomed soldiers.

Makhno then landed on the ship //whatever ship you want, he does not care he is just attacking any of them you think best, Xorlak.// And started hacking his way through mages towards the bridge.

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Juan Vidal and a few others survived by just being outside of Steorra's circle, due to strange quantum fluctuations.  Razz They quitely limped off.

//I want to keep thatr NPC if possible.//

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Haraldur's eyes became wide with anger: "Oh no you don't.  I will not allow anyone to ever be imprisoned in such a way as that again, that I promise you."

//Anyone now wondering how Haraldur became an Anarchist?//

Haraldur rushed at Retan, a sword of blood appearing in his hands, which he slashed towards Retan's chest. twirling around Retan, he kept on moving, smashing out through the hull of the airship and into the open air. He chucked a fireball in behind him.

Durruti had set up the charges, and now jumped off the ship, after setting a timer for three seconds. Then the TNT exploded near bridge of the ship and near the bow, what Durruti thought would be weakpoints, hopefully causing parts of the ship to explode and others to fall apart.

Melkoth, hearing the explosions and Haraldur's rage, turned around, and saw that Haraldur was close. A black sword appearing in his hand, started charging towards Haraldur through the air. Tesla shot at him twice with the plasma rifle, but the shots were dodged. He reached Haraldur, and slashed twice, but Haraldur dodged each time, and spun back and glared at both the Grey and Dark Emporers, his aura expanding. Durruti fired his rifle at Melkoth, but missed due to another well timed dodge.

[Trent]

//Guess you didn't like the Seijin's Transcender bit... Razz

"See? Look. They're panicking." Xenai pointed at the city, shooting a 'You're a moron' look to Seijin.
"I suppose I should have taken more regard before doing that move."

Zion looked down over the city. His eyes caught the shadow, but only for an instant. "He's fast." Seijin could see it much better than Zion could. "Not THAT fast." The guardian floated down to the city, Transcender appearing in hand. Zion and Xenai landed behind him.

"Hey," said Xenai, "Doesn't that sword manipulate space and time?"
"Yeah."
"Slow time down."
"Shouldn't need to..."

They walked up to the first victim, examining him closely. A hole in his chest... Who could do him in like this, this fast? "Get ready, you guys. Just be on your guard. If you see him well, try and get him. But for the most part, leave that to me."

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The melee exchange stopped suddenly with the demonic warriors jumping away from each other. They glared at each other.

"Aura... Why?"
"Look at yourself."
"No, YOU look at YOURSELF!"
"Yeah, what about me?"
"You're denying your feelings."
"I deny nothing!"

The two jumped back, away from each other. A Spiral Sphere appeared in Aura's hand, becoming easily thrice as powerful as her last. Tsu's hand erupted with lightning, this one thrice as powerful as his last Chidori as well.

"Wake up!!!"   "Get a life!!!" The two leapt at each other...

[Burton_projects]

Nick trusted both his hands ad lifted two mages over him and threw them into the ground. he look behind him seeing the orc coming ( lord of the rings * dundundundun da da da*) He put energy into his hand and threw it at some of the mages and they fell from the sky.

[Zeros']

Zeros' saw the shadow with his quick eyes and ghosted down towards the man, looking at the "1" on his forehead and the hole in his chest.

"Jayce..." he growled, but he kept his rage from overflowing again. His eyes scanned the city, as he crouched and jumped into the air, his eyes now scanning the city as a whole from above, trying to see the ma--- No, Draken.

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out at a moments notice... He would not let Jayce kill another.

// Allen is slowly traveling to Tjed. It'll take him about three of my posts to get there, so, I won't update him. 'M too lazy...

And, Dippy... Ass-pies? Ahaha. That's just great, man. \\

[Dude Man]

Duilin finally landed in Tjed. "Damnit, Jayce has already started killing people."

Rink hopped onto the ground. "I'm gonna go find Ven. Duilin you try and win Jayce's sick excuse for a game."

Rink then flutters off towards the keep (assuming Ven is around there)

Duilin then ran through the city trying to find Jayce.

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Darak watched in awe as Nick and Steorra pwnd all the mage newbs.

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Marshal followed Roland through the temple. He looked around, it seemed like he hasn't been here in months, even though he was only banished around a week or so ago.

"So, Roland. I noticed the gem is gone." Marshal grinned. "Also the Elder doesn't use demonology." He then aimed his gun towards him. "So tell me, great general, why really do you want me here? And what in the name of Gaian is really going on here?"

[Haraldur]

//Er... the mages are flying a few hundred metres above the ground...//

[D. Ein]

//ARGH! Haraldur, stop killing armies in one post!!! I'm gonna go emo... Sad Also, we know. Steorra and Nick are also flying.\\

"What kind of devilish power am I dealing with here?! Argh! Well, if nothing else works...
I rerouted all the power I could find, across my mind, across my body and across my nation, into a huge blast towards Gief. It dealt absolutely no damage to the mages; it was not supposed to. My power only extends to plants and the dead. Not the living. Let us hope then, that this attempt to retaliate will be successful."

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The rocks below the shielded mages rumbled, and undead mages dashed from underneath, towards their enemies. A drastic change could be seen - each mage was now wrapped in a dark red aura. Kronos' energy affected not only the mages, who were going insane with the power flowing through them - radical changes were happening all around. The trees were going over some kind of transportation. Their bark became blighted, hardened and solidified. Even the grass was phased: it turned into sharp needle-like spikes protruding from the ground.
The berserk mages began ripping through the airborne army, completely bypassing every single barrier in their way. They had no thoughts left. Just power. Pure, raw, untamed power. It needed a way out. Mages were providing that exit, right onto their enemies.
The trees continued changing. The power flowing through them was so abundant that they became conscious. They ripped out their roots from the ground, and leaped () onto the army above them, killing lots more magicians.

//I'm really not proud of this godlike thing Kronos is pulling, but seriously... He could've killed around 50,000 mages right now at most. Not even a tenth of the total force. Seriously, 8 million is just too much, but I'm not giving up. As soon, however, as the army is defeated, Kronos will seem to "forget" all this nonsense. Thanks for your patience.\\

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Kronos was a bit startled by the turn of the events in the temple. He tried as hard as he could to reconstruct it, but he had a few other million souls to worry about. He accidentally missed out the Master crystal...
Roland whipped around. The gun was pointed directly into his chest.
-"So... It would seem as though I am discovered."
A wide grin slowly appeared on Roland's face.
-"Then again, if you really hate me this much, as to point a gun at me... Why don't you shoot?"
Roland took a step closer to Marshal, so that the muzzle of the gun completely touched his chest.
With an adamant face, Marshal held the gun at the same spot. //Checked this over with DM.\\ Roland's grin became even wider.
-"Thought so. Now, as for the important part..."
Roland quickly raised his hand, his index finger pointing at Marshal. He took a deep breath...
-"WAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
This scream was like no other. At least nothing a human could do. Moreover, every single temple person in the vicinity rushed to Marshal, trying to tackle him.

[Haraldur]

Many of the mages used short range teleports to dodge the various attacks, and then set the trees and grass aflame.

Then, a few tens of mages to a spell, they made rocks appear within the bodies of the undead quite suddenly, making about half explode into pieces, the explosion increased in size due to the raw power flowing through the undead. In other undead the raw power just melted the rocks which started to burn their ways out, setting many undead aflame, leaving just a quarter of the undead force remaining.

In the meantime, the mages started to employ a tactic common to birds and locusts: they formed a flock, a swarm, a shoal. Swirling all in between eachother, a combination of that and their flags and bits of clothing (but not all clothing) of black and red gave a confusing swirl of colours, making it absolutely impossible to distinguish them easily and hence making attacks harder to aim.

Some units now started to charge up banishing spells...

[D. Ein]

Kronos' attack reached the army, and entered the high-power zone. This enabled it to bust through the mage barriers.

At first, no one could notice anything. Then, a strange wind began to arise... then a sound. The sound reminded that of a shell falling, except it was everywhere, and much louder.
The sky darkened with the miriads of bones blocking the sun's rays. Below the army, the mages also crumbled to bits, making even more projectiles. Now, there were two huge attacks - one above, and one below. They impaled a vast majority of the airborne army...
Only half of the army remained, and the dead half was promptly risen back up by Kronos.
//Now it's even. Razz\\

[Dippy]

"Send in reinforcements!" Kraig shouts into his horn toward the top of the hill. Minutes later five thousand more orcs stand atop the summit. Thirty shock troops with war-hammers and axes stand at the front of the army and a flock of ten albatrorcs (An albatrash that has been through orc mutation.) fly into the battle and begin picking off a few Aspye warriors at a time, doging arrows and blasts of magic.
"Attack!" Skaak shouts to the rein forcers and they move into the battle.
Kraig and Shaak move toward a piece of ground filled with bodies of Apyes, orcs and redead-undeads.
"Shaak you gotta try some of this smoothskin meat!" Kraig says with a mouth full of dead Aspye.
"Heh..." Shaak takes a bite "That is good!"

[Xorlak]

Retan brought the blade before his chest, taking a large side step to the right.  The two swords met for a split second, the two very different leaders locking cold stares as Haraldur burst past, making his exit through the wall of the ship.

Retan lowered his blade and looked through the hole as his remaining five once precious weapons escaped into the mist outside.  Explosions rocked the outside of the vessel as the image of Haraldur grew small...  The Dark Emperor's red eyes gleamed...

"That one... will have to be dealt with..."

Sections of The Great Black Vessel began to break off and fall into the sea, but the ship itself remained still, floating several feet in the air above the waves...  The mist thickened, almost forming a shield behind Haraldur and Melkoth as they left the vicinity.  The black debris floating in the water began to break apart into tiny specks and slowly trickle through the air and fill the many gaps now in the sides of the ship.  It was slowly repairing itself...

The Dark Emperor returned to his throne and sat down, letting go of the sword in the air, which began to eerily rotate around him very slowly, like a specter.  He brought his right hand to his chin, brooding as the orb on the central table flashed back to life...

(Normally I'd give chase, but I really need to cut down right now.  Heh...)

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On the opposite side of the port town of Kesnar, a huge explosion rocked the residential section...

Jayce floated some ten feet above the pile of smoking rubble, a small pulsating orb of darkness floating an inch above his right palm.

"Oops... just a small family hut...  That's five now...."

The orb suddenly shot up into the air and split into three, each blazing in its own direction, each flying towards its own, much larger building...

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Vincent watched Kronos' undead and the mages battle from high above.  It was like each army had its own single mind the way they moved together... a beautiful dance of death as they swayed through the air, trading mortally devastating magical attacks.

To the inexperienced observer, one would likely exaggerate the number of mages in the millions, due to the huge area they covered.  However, Vincent was good with numbers, and estimated the combined force of both sides to be perhaps between 300,000 and 350,000, with the numbers falling rapidly.  Perhaps the largest number of mages he had ever seen before...

(350,000 is hugely awe inspiring, and much more beliveable.  So there.  Heh...)

Paying attention to battles you are not directly involved in isn't advisable during the heat of an assault...  Vincent snapped back into reality, realizing the heavy fire his own ships were under.  Everything underneath the ships was pulverized easily enough, but there was still a good deal of heated projectiles comming from straight ahead, particularly behind the main walls of the city...  Most attacks were shielded against, but a few were starting to sneak their way past the magical barriers and knick the sides and bottoms of the ships...

Vincent scowled as he looked at the ship to his right (Vincent's ship is the center one).  One of the enemy had some how made in to the deck and was cutting down mages in his path.  A huge amount of firepower was unleashed on the attacker in retaliation, as doors opened, Crimson soldiers running out madly and filling the deck.

Turning forward, Vincent ordered the cannons of his ships to be directed straight ahead, spewing a devastating rain of explosive black orbs.  At full speed they charged the southern wall, and the catapults...

[TK Game Boy]

Upon running for miles non-stop, the giant beast finally slowed down. Quadricentennial could not but collapse on the floor for he was struggling to keep up.

"*Uff* Oh boy. That...monster sure did...ran fast...for a huge guy." Quadricentennial raised his head, immediately shocked at what he saw. A gigantic army of undead soldiers roaming about. "What...where...wh..." Quadricentennial was speachless at the horrid display.

"By the great God, what has happened? HAd I entered the hell?" He got to his feet and looked beyond from a tree. He spotted Magnot who headed towards Kronos's direction.

"Is that the man who is responsible for all this?"

Magnot approached Kronos. "Master?"

(//Lengthy reads are not my strong point so, from what I scanned, I tried to make sure I didn't do anything wrong and if I did then it could be fixed easily)