Dark Age Legends

[Dude Man]

//whatever, its 2 updates per character per day. Plus it's a 2 post a day recommendation.\\

Rink made a quick teleportation, leaving a small puff of smoke at his former and current location.

Duilin was hit right smack in his face, he flew back several feet and smashed into a tree braking the main trunk.

Duilin slowly got back up; he was quite a determined person. "Oh ha ha..." Duilin growled sounding pissed. "Big mistake, you hunk of junk, that just got me started!"

Duilin's mace began to glow; he lifted it up in the air. Several bolts of lightning shot from Duilin's mace into the sky. A strike of thunder was heard, and the lightning bolts then blasted back down, striking the ground around Horus, most of the thunderbolts flew done at Horus.

(Yay Thunder Rage, or whatever it's called.)

[Burton_projects]

Nick stoped when he sensed a fimaliar arura in the east. One from redvik. He turned east and kept moving. "Guess i'll pop in to say hi...."

[Dark Spartan]

//Yowza, finally back from my trip, and ready to resume.\\

The other man had left Alex alone on the icy cliff. He dared not make a move towards escape, heeding the stranger's words. Putting his backpack down in the snow, he sat down on the ground, his back against the rocky wall, and waited patiently.

"Interesting things happen in these mountains..." Alex mumbled to himself. "And to think I was expecting a dull passage through Glacia...so much for that."

When Alex said this, he was surprised that an ex-merc would ever say that. He remembered the good days, fighting for whatever side had the most money...that is, until the war was over. Albeit he was paid handsomely for his work, the money just didn't fill the void. He missed the thrill of the kill. He wouldn't find much work during peacetime except as a merchant, which he thought he wouldn't be very good at.

Suddenly, Alex remembered the weapon he was planning. He reached into his bag and pulled out the blueprints and looked them over. It was nothing like any normal person would ever see. It was not a sword, battleaxe, longbow, or anything similar. Alex himself was slightly mystified by the marvels of engineering that would go into it. Once complete, it would make swords and crossbows obsolete. This weapon could rule a sword-based battle with large jets of flame hotter than any flaming arrow, and just as portable. It was a flamethrower.

This amazing feat of engineering had a portable fuel supply on board the weapon, and would use pressure to propel large streams of fire at the enemy. The fuel used could be any hydrocarbon, such as gasoline, kerosene, or perhaps even methane. Alex knew that these fuels could be obtained by fractionalizing crude oil. However, how to pressurize a gas into a liquid to use as a flame propellant to shoot the fire was a challenge. To Alex's knowledge, there was no way to pressurize a gas...unless he could design a way.

Alex caught himself. His mind was wandering, thinking about secret things. He did not know if this stranger could read his mind or not. He immediately supressed all thoughts about it. He stood up and noticed that there was no sign of the man anywhere. Maybe he forgot about Alex. Maybe not. Alex took his chances and picked his backpack up and resumed on his way down the icy mountains.

[D. Ein]

//welcome back, DS!\\

The lightnings struck Horus from all directions. He collapsed down on the ground. A grinding noise came from inside, kind of like heavy breathing.
The maul at Rink's position suddenly started to move on itself, as if attracted by a giant magnet, towards Horus. He grasped it and got back up.
The heavy maul seemed to be as light as a feather in Horus' hands. He drove it all the way backwards, then slammed it right down at Duilin's direction.
Meanwhile, the cannon continued to hum, hightening in pitch as it went...

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Ein reached the prison complex. It was a large, very grim-looking structure, with tall spires. The doors were heavily guarded by zombies. The only way to get in seemed to be the windows up top...

He took a bolt out of his quiver. A strange-looking sigil appeared on the ground even before he touched it. He simply drove the bolt around the edges of the sigil, tracing it.

The sigil was complete. It was quite strange, at that - once completed, it stopped glowing, not the other way around. Ein carefully stepped in the middle.

WHOOM! A powerful updraft wind threw Ein upwards, right into the window.
-"Aaaaaaaaaaahhh-oof."

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"As the council continued to babble on about the internal affairs of Kandarin, I could barely keep myself awake. Might as well have some fun while at that...

I sent a weak energy pulse towards the mountains where I came back from a few hours ago."

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As Alex continued his path down the icy slope, an undead in a red cloak freed himself from under the ice.
-"Ahh... did... I... ssssay... You can... Go...?"
The undead was brandishing a questionable sword, covered in rust and half-eroded. He swung it at Alex.

[Dark Spartan]

Shocked at the attack, Alex lost his footing and slid down the ice slope, the undead's sword missing Alex's face by mere inches. Alex careened out of a control...

"Whooaaaaahh!!"

...and right into a snowbank.

"Urgh!"

Picking himself up, he withdrew his scimitar from the hilt. The undead was stumbling and hulking towards Alex, slowly but surely. Just then, Alex realized he was without his armor.

"Great...the one time I decide to travel light," grumbled Alex. It was a one-on-one sword fight. Alex noticed that the sword in the undead's rotting hand was rusted and well beyond repair, but very jagged in places. It appeared to be painful should Alex get hit. Alex stepped out of the snowbank, half-freezing, and stood his ground.

The undead got ever closer. There had to be someway to easily destroy it. Alex remembered someone who easily destroyed a zombie with something called a "shotgun." But what was such a weapon? This was no time for useless thinking. Alex took a swing at the undead.

The undead blocked Alex's strike, the rusty sword holding up impressively, despite its condition. The undead then took a slice at Alex's arm, making a small cut.

"Urgh! You'll pay for that," growled Alex.

Alex raised his scimitar and sliced the undead's left arm off, which was easy to do considering he was a deteriorating zombie. The undead roared and took another swing at Alex. Alex leaped backwards and was somehow able to keep his footing on the slick ice. He slid back a few feet and then leaped forward, now bringing his sword down on its right leg. The undead lost its balance and fell backwards onto the ice, letting go of the rusty sword.

Alex walked up to the undead and raised his sword.

"Any last words?" Alex said.

"Tarren Silenthium Naar Grith," mumbled the undead before disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief. He had won this consolation. He then turned his attention to the wound on his left arm. It was not bleeding seriously, but the rusty sword might have infected it. Alex reached into his bag and pulled out a medical kit. He treated the wound with an antiseptic and then tightly wrapped it with a bandage. The antiseptic would kill any pathogens that might have been introduced, as well as function as a basic painkiller.

"Tarren Silenthium Naar Grith," repeated Alex. He had no idea what these words meant. Perhaps it was the undead's native language, or maybe words to summon a demon. Alex didn't know. He picked up his things and sheathed his scimitar, pondering the mysterious utterings of the undead.

[Ulmec]

Ulmec sat on the horse wandering endlesly through the mountains. "Where is the end of this path?"  

"Almost there master", After about half an hour of travel they came to the end of the path, Ulmec sat in amazment of what he saw. It was a wall, a cliff wall 300 feet high, on it was writing in the ancient language of orcs.

"Amazing....."
"I told you sir"

How such a wall was carved by orcs was amazing but the interesting part was where it was positioned. looking down he saw a cavern  decending to the very core of the island. Jus tin front was a bridge half-destroyed but still walkable. The goblins led Ulmec across the bridge and inside to find around 100 orcs watching them with interest.

"How could these orcs come to be without a wizard or mage?"

Then, in  amist the endless talk a lone figure emerge out from the dorrway. Ulmec bowed imediatly for he knew exactly who this person was...... Huget.

[Dude Man]

//DS, just to let you know shotguns and flamethrowers have already been introduced into DAL. Well, one character used a flamethrower back in chapter 2, but shotguns have been not to uncommonly used by people with the Crimson Empire. But I suppose it would be fine if you invented a flamethrower.\\

Duilin jumped backwards and increased his distance with a flap of his wings, to avoid the large maul slamming down at him.

He heard that it was making a loud hum. "Damnit, how can I stop it from doing that?" He examined it, and well, he couldn't figure out anything. "Guess I'll just have to kill it."

Duilin held back his free hand, he figured that lightning worked a lot on it, so small bolts of lightning circled around in his hand and then formed an orb. "Heads up!" Duilin called, he then tossed the lightning orb like a baseball, aiming for the machine's head.

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As the group of guards arrived down the stairs, a group prisoners were armed, they held torches and short swords. Marshal was at the front of the group, pointing his gun at the guards.

They stopped dead in their tracks. The two groups stared at each other.

"Enough of this!" The short zombie guard shouted. "Kronos will protect us, kill them!"

Marshal fired seven shots at the zombie's head, eventually taking it off. Wile he was shooting the guards and prisoners clashed swords. The prisoners holding torches threw them at the zombies, burning them up.

[D. Ein]

Horus shielded his face with his hand. The ball lightning hit his hand and dissipated across his entire body. The glyphs on it flared brightly, and the glow they eminated took a lighter shade of purple.

He dropped down on all fours again. Another hollow roar-like sound followed, and two metal spikes popped out of the top of his ears. He dug the ground with his rear left leg, in a manner of a bull preparing to attack.

After yet another grinding noise, Horus charged right at Duilin. If he were to be successful, he would end up impaling him. The cannon, however, continued to charge up. It was almost overcharging, black energy sparks were flying from the circular aperture in his back.

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Ein was walking through the prison, when he heart gunfire. This nation doesn't seem to be using guns... Marshal!

He ran towards the noise, where Marshal was gunning down the zombies. He shot one zombie's head off with his signature crossbow, and approached the prisoner group.

-"Miss me?"

[Zeros']

Meanwhile, Zeros' was observing the battle from nearby, He was worried about that machine, but he would jump in if it fired again. He wasn't sure what the machine did exactly, but he knew it wouldn't be very pleasent for anyone to get hit by.

He nodded to himsefl, watching Duilin's progress. If Duilin had met this man earlier in life, he would of surely lost the battle. He slowly floated around the battlefield, moving out of the way of stray attacks. It wouldn't do for himself to get hit, would it?

[Trent]

Zion and Xenai had slowed down to the point where they were completely stopped. Tsu and Aura then caught up.

"Ah, good to see you can fly now," said Zion. Aura grinned back at him.
"Can we get moving now?" asked Xenai, nervously scratching the back of his head. "I got this bad feeling about this bad kinda somethin'."
"A bad feeling? Alright, then..." said Zion. "We're off!"

The four of them took off toward Duilin's location...

[Burton_projects]

Nick reached the coast. He put his hand in the water. Feeling its cold chill. " To cold to swim." he said as he stood up. "I'll have to run across it." He said with a quiet whisper. He looked towards the north-eastern direction seeing a island covered in fog....." I guess thats where im going." He continued to reach his destination.

[Ulmec]

//Check out Ulmec profile at DALpedia to understand the next chapter\\

Ulmec pulled out of his bow to finally grap some breath for he stopped breathing the moment Huget emerged.
" It is an honor to have you here Huget"

Huget gave a few words, " I believe you are the guest in my house, or is this now your land?"

" No my lord, i am willing to give you all my service's but in turn i will need some help"

Ulmec watched Huget who started to walk alongside the cliff looking down into the cavern as if it was his first visit here. After a few paces he turned to the side of the cliff where Ulmecs armies were hard at work constructing more caverns and other buildings to house the many Goblins coming out of the pits. Huget had a change in his face as he walked back to the orcs who were watching him.

"Siruith Magfal Olenko!" with Hugets last words, a beam of light fired from his mouth, thorugh the doors, into the temple and BANG!!!!! with a swift ball of fire, all orcs and the temple itself were destroyed, not even ashes or boulders remained. the entire inside was just obliterated, leaving a newly formed plateau.

Huget began to speak, " This, is my thanks for you finding me"

The mighty warrior Ulmec who was a smart goblin as well as a smart fighter looked very puzzled. "why would he destroy the temple to create a plateau for no reason and say this is his thanks?" Then, Ulmec looked around and after a minute or so he realized what was happening, Huget had created a perfect foundation for a vast castle that could rise along the side of the mountain!

"Thank you Huget" Huget who was pleased at what he just saw turned back to Ulmec and simply smiled, Ulmec understood this as a Your Welcome.  Then Huget turned back to the goblin base below in the valley and spoke.

" There is a great deal to be done before we can begin movements" Ulmec once again looked puzzeled as if he had no idea what Huget meant. another though began to run through his head, " i can't believe that the great Huget is assisting me in my work. Huget muttered a few magic words and then a long piece of silk came into Ulmecs hands. A flag!

" This is the new symbol of the goblins" Huget spoke but Ulmec was amazed on the beauty of this flag, it was perfect and just as he had imaginged a banner.



Now, with new insperation, Ulmec rose and started to walk down to the camp with Huget just as 2 great rulers should walk. after reaching the bottom he was a magnificent wall being raised and a thousand goblin warriors fully armed in a nearby field waiting for orders. Ulmec told the architects of the wall to make it higher and have occasional spikes on it and went on into the field where the goblin army was standing. He spoke in a soft voice but due to Hugets magic it was amplified so all could hear it.

" March to the mountains, kill all who oppose and ally with any thast support our occupation of this island!"

And with that, the army moved far away and was lost in the mist of the great mountain......

[Burton_projects]

//I don't care if im posting 3 times a day its the next day in my time zone, and nice Dan.\\

Nick ran swiftly over the water as if it where a peice of land. He would reach his destination in a matter of time. Time meant nothing to him anymore knowing his lifespan was unlimited. (unless he was killed by some one) Material posesions meant nothing. He would probaly get rid of he demonic weapons once he reached his destination. Nick watched his feet as he ran over the clear blue water. Water dripped from his shoes eveytime he lifted his feet. Time felt slower for a second when lost his balance. Then continuing to move.

[Dude Man]

Duilin beckoned the machine as it charged towards him. A little bit before Horus was about to ram into him, Duilin jumped into the air, he flipped backwards so he was facing Horus' back. He then fell down; smashing his still lightning enchanted mace right down onto Horus' back.

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Marshal took a few steps away until he was at the back of the group of fighters, so he could reload his gun. Then he heard the voice of his friend Ein.

"Ein!" He said in amazement. "You've made it! Excellent. Ein, how'd you get here? This place is crazy we've got to try to leave. Have you heard at all from Tesla, Haraldur or the other comrades?" He asked his friend.

The prisoners and guards continued to brawl. Guards and prisoners from other floors began to fight as well, the entire tower as soon in a large battle.

[D. Ein]

Horus, driven by his own momentum as well as the force of a Duilin slamming his mace into him, flew right into a tree, knocking it down. Horus himself also smashed into the ground head-first, at a high speed. Now he was quite annoyed.

He stood up, and turned around, facing Duilin. The mace impact didn't do much; the cannon was covered safely by an aperture. However, Duilin simply doesn't know when to die, it seems. Horus stared right into his opponent's eyes, and for a second, he almost seemed alive to himself...

...but no matter. Duilin was but another opponent, a bit too big to be gobbled down by Horus. Besides, the girl he consumed earlier still provided plenty of power. Her initial soft tissues were already broken down. Only bones remained. Alas, those do not store much of the victim's life force.

Horus made a harking sound, and spat out Cyan's bones right at Duilin. Quickly, while his opponent was (likely) disoriented by this... turn of events, he dropped down to his fours and deployed his nearly overcharged cannon. It fired.

A loud piercing scream-like sound was heard from the cannon. The dark energy burnt most of the trees around Horus just by firing. The black lightning projectile arced over the burnt landscape right at Duilin.

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Ein grabbed Marshal by the sleeve, and dragged him away from the prisoners.

-"I'll answer all questions later. Listen, outside, I saw a large Orc legion massing up towards this place, not to mention the guards already stationed outside. The freed prisoners will serve as but a distraction for us to escape."

His face, now uncovered from his hood, turned bitter.

-"I know it's wrong... but if we stay, we will not survive. We MUST get going, you hear me?"

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"The council finally stopped rambling. Now time to listen to Arlin's apologies... Somebody kill me now."