Dark Age Legends

[Haraldur]

//Well, the shield was already destroyed accidently by the deceased Quintus, and then half of Bandervil destroyed by a large shield discharge, but I will assume that another shield activated after half of Bandervil was destroyed but before the plasma exploded.//

[Trent]

"HOLY SHIT!" Xenai was the first to react of the four people, and the most vugarly. All of them had stopped and started staring.
"Oh my god..." said Zion.
"...Is this what we're up against?" asked Aura, clinging tightly to Tsu in horror.

[Burton_projects]

// If you recall Nick was behind Abodahon....But i fixed anyway.\\

Nick was wraped in smoke that cleared away in seconds after he bursted out of the cacoon of energy. He landed down into the crater not to far from Abdahon.
"This is what I call training." Nick said looking over to the demon. "Tell me if you need help." he added in as he sat in the bottom of the crater looking around to see if there was an enemy in sight. He stuck his sword into the ground.

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Calavous' boat was almost near shore when he hit a reef. He spread his wings once more and started towards Bandervil. " I wonder how my brother is." He said to himself as he flew over a town.

[Dude Man]

Abodahon raised one eyebrow and looked at Nick. He laughed. "You're kidding right?" He then looked at Nick a bit more. "No, you aren't. Well kid, let me tell you something, I've been alive on this planet much, much, much longer then you. By the looks of it, you seem to be a half breed demon, I am a full breed. I have been training my power for centuries, just a speck of dust compared to your short lifetime." He then narrowed his eyes. "You suggesting that I may need help is laughable."

He honestly didn't care if he offended the kid.

He then sensed the auras of several others coming towards him, he could distinctly sense Zeros', he could also sense the auras of four others, a few of them he had fought before, he also sensed the smallest power, the imp named Rink.

"On second thought." Abodahon said. He looked at Nick again. "Boy, more people are coming, distract them for me, just leave the large winged one with scars //That's Zeros'\\ and the imp alone, I must have my son confront them, so please try not to interfere with his destiny."

The giant demon then stood more upright, but with his fists still lay down on the ground like a gorilla. His power was quickly regenerating.

"So, Haraldur. That was quite impressive, but you defiantly over did it a little bit. You always had a habit of doing that. I use to admire that in you." Abodahon said to the 'madman' floating above him. He then sighed. "You could have become such a great ruler, you could have had it all, but you choose...this? Your revolution, can't you see you're just pulling the world back to the Stone Age?"

He took a few steps forward, leavening heavy footprints. He kept a stern eye on Haraldur, keeping a straight, emotionless face.

[Xorlak]

Draven brought his gloved hands beneath his chin.

"Good... My first question is, who exactly is responsible for this mess on the Dark Continent?  Ragnar clearly is the main one, but in retrospect, I suspect these coordinated attacks against my bases were not all his doing, and I've been hearing the words 'Aspyes' and 'Grey Empire' whispered quite a bit...  So tell me, oh three eyed seer, who are the true players in this little game?"

Henri seemed disengaged, staring into nothing as his guest spoke.  Draven raised an eyebrow after a moment.

"Did you hear me, old man?  Answer!  Or have you contracted Alzheimer's already?"

Henri snapped back into reality.

"Impeccable timing, Crimson Emperor.  The main players happen to be engaged in a decisive battle at this very moment..."

"What do you mean?"

"See for yourself..."

Henri's third eye flashed brightly.  Draven could feel a mind spell being placed on him, which he blocked at first due to instinct, but let it unveil before him.  An orb of light appeared above the table between the two men.  Within it, images of the battle of Bandervil flashed.  The two watched it all-- Quintus' death, Haraldur's attack, the tremendous explosion...

"That is the leader of the Aspyes movement... Haraldur."  The king motioned when a close up of the bear skinned man flashed.

"Ragnar... yes I know him well... Carry on."

The image became transfixed on Melkoth as he battled Durriti.

"Melkoth is the ruler of the Grey Empire, reveired as a god by some."

Draven dug his nails into the table.

"That blasting...  Yes, that's the one who claimed to be an officer of Ragnar when I fought him...  I see now, they had no chance against me alone, so they attacked me from both sides, and now they are free to go at each other when I'm out of the picture..."

"Abodahon is the leader of the Talonscar, and is allied with the Grey."

"That blasted demon again.  I'm so sick of demons... So we're dealing with three groups here?  Carry on..."

"Zeros'... and there's a few others with him, but they're there to rescue someone from the Greys rather than join the battle.  That was their original intention, anyway..."

"Yeah yeah, fly-boy sticks his nose in everything.  Carry on."

"There's one more, but it is shrouded in darkness."

"Yes, of course, Retan..."

"No..."

"What?"

"There is... another..."

"You vagueness is irritating, old man."

"A necromancer... he's spreading a vast darkness about the land..."

The orb searched and searched for an image, but could find none...

"The name.  Give me the name."

Finally the orb rested on a silhouette... it was very faint picture, and none of the details were descernable...

"Kronos...  This may be the most dangerous one of all..."

"Kronos of Kandarin... interesting..."

The images of the orb began to fade.  Henri seemed visibly worn out, and was breathing heavily.

"As for my final request, where is Retan?"

"I cannot..."

"You better."

"I've been trying to find him since before you arrived.  He and his son have disappeared behind an impenetrable wall of darkness...  I have no idea..."

"You mean he hasn't made a move yet?"

"No."

"Does he even know what is going on on his Dark Continent?"

"I don't know."

Draven leaned back, his maniacal grin returning...

"Those poor wretches... This is going to be a very interesting show indeed..."

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By now, Ven and several other knights were packed around the thick throne room doors, ears pressed against them.  What in blazes are they talking about?

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(Edit: In reply to Nick's comment below:  He's pointing out the leaders.  Nick has joined the Grey Empire, right?  He's not the leader of any movement.)

[Burton_projects]

Nick pulled the sword from the ground and stood up. " So when you say "Distract"
the other two do you mean take out?" He asked as Abodahon. "And why would I be kidding it takes more energy to open hell then to fight these people."

//*Says Sarcastically* oh thanks Xorlak dont say anything about Nick oh that's fantastic. Fine be that way mention everyone but Nick!!\\

(Xorlaks comment above: So hes special! And if you saw i wrote in ** says Sarcastically. I was only joking.)

[D. Ein]

//THANK YOU, HARALDUR! Opportunity! Time to kill off some characters.\\

Although all the preparations were complete, the cave collapsed down on the Iron Wing and the Nightshade, due to the powerful tremors from the explosion.

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Although his island was far away, Gerard was affected as well. A loose brick thrown off balance fell down on him, crushing him and killing him instantly.

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Steorra, who was still sleeping after falling unconcious, simply evaporated after the blast hit. The initial heat wave burnt her body into a black paper-like silhouette. The final wave, however, simply blew the remaining body into a thousand pieces. The shining staff was thrown away, the gem in the middle slightly fading, then going completely dark.

//Hmm, Darak outlived Steorra... I never expected that to happen.\\

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Ein yawned.
-"Ehh, oh well. This fog isn't doing me much bad right now, but - ARGH!!"
A neon glowing staff struck him square in the spot where his neck met his head, knocking him down, unconcious. The elites appeared out of the trees.
-"Hrr... Smell foul stench of khhhherrrrretic Aspyes. Hr, therrrrre is one morrrrre!"
Three or four elites hopped down from the trees above, landing in a circle around Marshal.
-"Ghhhhive up, worrrm. No match you arrrre against the we!"
The elites were indeed hard to understand. Their speech was riddled with rolling r's, although very quiet. They almost left all the vowels out.
Another three landed around Roland. One took out a coil of neon green glowing rope, and threw it at Roland. Wrapping around his leg, it tripped him, as yet another elite jabbed what looked like a pitch black sword with a (neon) glowing handle at Roland, missing. He got up, and threw the elite off him.
-"Umm... Someone help me out! Hey, moth dude, wake up!"
Ein groaned.
-"Urgh.... my head..."

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//The most dangerous one of all? Oh Xorlak, you charmer, you're making me blush! Razz\\

"I was slowly gliding along through the darkness. Even with the complete absence of light, I could see quite well. It seems I no longer needed light to see. It was... interesting. Like how one would see a tree in the darkness, only the tree sparkles so. It's hard NOT to see now... Quite odd. It would appear as though becoming a Lich had some side effects I was not aware of...

However, once this little group was dealt with, there are much more pressing matters at hand. Even though my army was defeated at Ugran, this means nothing to me now. Back then I struggled to control it, now I do not. With but a mere thought can I control thousands upon thousands of undeads... Power beyond any Necromancer's dreams.

Anyway, the defeat of Ugran means nothing. The fools haven't burnt the corpses down, and spread the ashes over the ocean... I can still revive them. The slain troops of the opposing army is just a little bonus for all my troubles.

So, who else is left? The Aspyes, the Grey Empire, as I was informed by my scouts, and... is that it? The remains of the Crimsons were absorbed into the Greys. Talk about killing two birds with one stone...

Vincent? Dead already? The idiot...! He would've made a valuable asset, but he just HAD to get himself killed! What kind of a bafoon put that wimp in his position, anyway?! Not to mention the barbaric Aspyes making a turkey dinner out of him. Now I can't revive the poor fool. Well, as peasants say... crap happens...

Deep in my thoughts, I did not notice that I was already at the attack site. Quickly shifting phases, I ordered my Elite warriors back.
-"Aspyes.... what a true pleasure to meet you, gentlemen. May I introduce myself: I am Kronos, the last name you will hear. Shall you make a pitiful attempt to resist me, or shall you spare yourselves from a long and excruciating deaths? I may be wanting to kill you, but that in no way means I am not a reasonable man."

Feeding the plants around me a tiny bit of my might, I cut off the escape routes from the group. Oh, this will be so fun..."

//So, the fact that Draven knew Kronos was from Kandarin - without Henri telling him that - does that mean that Draven was aware of him before?\\

[Burton_projects]

"Scratch that ill just Answer that for myself." He leaped from the ground and made a hand symbol. A jet of black energy came from his index and middle fingers. One towards each of the people next to the scared man. He flew past them  and said. " Hey wanna fight or you just going to sand there?"

[Haraldur]

//Ein: I am to please, you are welcome. Razz //

Makhno's drop of salive finally reached Quintus' burning body, due to the height of its fall. Oddly, though, the flames seemed to be repulsed by it, as if there was something in the flames itself that did not want to be touched by it. However, it eventually got to the body itself, and then touched the flame. Around the droplet flames fizzed around it and then went out from it in red rising up to white and then to blue and then...

<span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'>BOOM!!!</span></span></span>

The explosions was large, vapourising Quintus's remains, and then 27 balls of fire seemed to be flung out of it in all directions.

Melkoth and Durruti disengaged to see what this strange explosion was, in all its colours. Makhno turned as well. Tesla looked with interest from space. Haraldur turned around and grinned. "Did you spit on him Makhno?"

"Er... Yes, comrade. Why?"

"I was about to tell you to do so, comrade, once this battle was over with."

"What are you talking about?"

"Hush, wait a bit, and enjoy the light show."

Melkoth started to slowly back away in the air, as if to sneak off. Shit! he thought. I must make some more!

The 27 balls of fire and multicoloured light landed, several of them within Bandervil (not part of a perfect circle though because the shield slowed some of them down before they broke the shield). Tornadoes of multicoloured fire appeared above them, and then ghostly images were seen within the tornadoes, images of Melkoth. Then each of them exploded, one after the other, in those same many colours. Bandervil was now falling apart.

A look of realisation was on Makhno's face. "Oh, so they were the lockets Quintus had..." He looked around and could see Melkoth flying away. "Shit he is going."

"THEN GET HIM BEFORE HE CAN MAKE SOME MORE!" shouted Haraldur.

Durruti and Makhno now chased after Melkoth, all three of them flying very fast indeed. They each shot at him twice but missed, as their focus was on catching him up.

Haraldur turned to Abodahon. "Yes, I will talk to you and let you rest for a bit. After all, when it comes to killing you, to travel is better than to arrive.

"My revolution, a stone age? Hahaha! Ah, the irony of your comment.. We are the ultimate progress, and even if it does end up as a bit of an exaggeration, which I doubt, then still this will have been the greatest ever expansion of industry on Gaian. The weapons that we use are more advanced than yours, and you call us the stone age! We are mass producing them! Also, in our areas, we are finally producing an abundance of food, and soon more besides. The standard of living in Alterna is the best in all Gaian, and hopefully in Ugran soon too. No, Abodahon, you are the reactionaries, not us.

"By the way, how are the arms keeping you? Still fit? Not loose at all? Diamonds still there? I have designed an upgrade you know, but you are probably not interested in getting them to talk with you. After all, you are the future demon lord, aren't you? Noone could talk back, and it would be hell if your arms DID! Maybe they would embarass you by correcting you when you state things incorrectly? Hahaha...

"But seriously, are they as good as when you got them, or do they need a tune up?"

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Tesla was still in orbit, but then he sensed a strange aural signature in Gief, which was no directly below him. Hmmmm...

He disappeared.

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//Ein, I think you mean Raymond, not Roland.//

Tesla landed in the middle of the circle with Kronos and the others, with plants growing around him. He pointed his rifle at Kronos, and said "What the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

As he said this, the growing plants started to burn as they were attacked by members of the public.

//By the way, I do believe that my big post with the explosion might be the biggest ever on DAL, though I know the picture could be misleading. Before that, the biggest, I think, was most certainly Xorlak's introduction to Chapter 1, and I think that my recent post might have exceeded it, even without the picture. I will check presently.//

[Haraldur]

//My pyrotechnic post:

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Xorlak's introduction to Chapter 1:

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Are there any longer than mine? Laughing //

[Zeros']

// Pfft. Crazy, pyro, revolutionary person... \\

Zeros' frowned, as he observed what was happening from afar, before moving forwards again. Well, he had to give one thing to Haraldur: He knew how to put on a light show.

He looked at Rink and the others, before he took the lead.

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Allen shook his head and chuckled at Ven and the guards.

"It's useless, boys," he said, the others being much younger than himself. He ran his hand through his greyed hair. "If they don't want anyone listening in, then you won't be able to hear them. I can assure you, though, that your king is prefectly fine," he said, trying to reassure them.

[Dude Man]

"Sir!" Yelled a solider running in, to Darak.

He ignored the man.

The solider groaned. "High General Darak!"

"Yes?" Darak said grinning.

"I thought you might want to know this, but it appears the mage women you were with, well she's dead."

Darak narrowed his eyes and kept silent for a few moments. He looked outside at Haraldur floating in the sky. "Those Aspyes are going to die, first Vincent, then a large fraction of my warriors and now Steorra..."

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"Technology wise, yes I have to admit your Aspyes are far more advanced. But your ways of society, it's barbaric. You have the technology of the future but the ways of burly men in animal rags bashing rocks together." Abodahon said back.

He then raised one eye brow about the comment about his gauntlets. He took a few more steps forward. "No, they're fine....why?"

Duilin arrived standing about 20 feet away from Abodahon. He looked up in the air; he could make out his former friends coming.

[Haraldur]

Haraldur laughed. "We are barbaric because we refuse to be treated like cattle?

"As for my 'comment' about your gauntlets, I am merely inquiring about my handiwork, how it had been over the centuries etc.. After all, it was a prototype, so I had no idea how long it would last."

He turned to the new arrival. "Ah, Duilin, you have finally joined my enemies I see, finally become a reactionary. How proud you must be to a futre oppressor of millions."

[Dude Man]

"Watch your tone with my son!" Abodahon yelled, pointing at Haraldur.

Duilin glared and clenched his teeth. "I don't care, Haraldur. I'm doing what I believe in, I'm not just going to band with a crowd just because it's big. But I see you have no problem being an annoyance, to billions." He smirked, and then looked back to were he saw the others coming.

Abodahon lowered his hand. "Yes, anyways. Seeing, how it actually is your business, seeing that you made them. But they have lasted much longer then you expected. They have also proved quite useful, serving as some nice training gear. I do slightly owe my large obtainment of power to you. Hats off to you, Haraldur, I've killed tons of people with these things." He said slightly smiling. His face went back his more neutral expression.
"But yes, you did quite a good job with them, they're comfortable, which is good, seeing as they cannot be removed. And this black metal they are made of, I'm quite impressed with it. Not very many people would literately go through hell to get a metallic element."
"In fact the work was so well done, that it took quite a lot of time for me to replicate it, for my followers. Even so, the metal in their gauntlets are not quite a strong, and the diamonds in them were manually enchanted, and they are much, much smaller."



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Meanwhile in Abodahon's room, the Holy Bastard Sword seems to be.... gone!

[Dude Man]

//Whoops forgot Marshal.\\

Marshal gave an angry look, showing his teeth. He backed up, but noticed he was circled. He then took out his machinegun, and fired in a circle, allowing the recoil to slightly take over.

Raymond, then held out his wand, and then blasted out a large blue spectre, it then formed into a Dynox (those one horned triceratops things from DA2). The Dynox then began thrashing around at the other elites near Raymond.

//Oh Xorlak. I'm boycotting DAX until you update Draven's page on the wiki.\\