Elves Security Forces
10-05-2008, 08:18
A wore out Tobias Raynor looked around him through the sweat, blood, and dirt to see his people. Thousands of brave men and women sourrounded him, and all of them bore that same expression, the one that showed that hope was now gone and they only fought on because of pure survival instincts. Only the great General Duke, the fiery Zacharius, and the mystical Oromë gave any signs of still having hope that they would get out of this Fortress, alive. Even the mighty Soldarian family was looking a bit down on the spirits, but Tobias expected as much. Four months of a relentless siege from an unimaginable foe after watching your race being slaughtered would do that to even the most resiliant of elves. Only one elf ever had the ice water in their viens to be able to deal with death and destruction, but he had to die before even he could tolerate. Yet as Tobias looked on at his desperate and downtrodden people, he couldn't help but feel a small sence of pride in them. There were no Jas Hatrie's here, no Raynors, no heroes of old to protect them against this foe, yet after four cruel months, here they were, still surviving.
However, the cost had been very high, as billions of elves had been sent to the Gray Havens in the past four years. Not counting the sporting class, whom had not been in the country at the start of the invasion, there was now only 500,000 of the over nine billion elves left in the country. To make matters worse, those 500,000 were split between two locations, the High Priestess Temple in Mount Sumarja outside of Char Sara, and here in Gladerial, once again fighting for their survival in the White Fortress. Unknown to them, an army of Drow had came from the Undercities upon the discovery of the slaughtering of their surface dwelling cousins. They still bore the hate for their banishment to the the underbelly of civilization, despite the light elves providing them continually with the supplies they needed to survive. They were desperate times indeed for the once most powerful nation in the region. As General Duke so aptly put it after the emergance of the cloud and the invaders that followed shortly after, it was as if Darkness itself had come to swallow the land and all her inhabitants.
As a group of Goliath pilots came towards the Great Leader, he managed to overhear some of their conversation.
"... did you see that one group today. They seemed more focused on the turrets today than the soldiers. It seems as if they are getting a little desperate."
"I don't know Tuor, I think you might just be imagining it. Though, I did have several groups of destroyers trying to take out my goliath. Perhaps there is something to this desperation."
"I agree. We've killed millions of those damned creatures over these months, they have to be running out of soldiers to be sending at us. Perhaps this will be over ..."
As the trio moved out of earshot, Tobias pondered their words. If the siege they were under was about to come to an end, then Elune be praised, he'd finally have some good news to say after prayers this evening. However, he needed comfirmation of these actions, and dispatched the aide that was refilling his cantine to go check with the turret operators on the activity of the day.
In the Gray Havens
As Elune lay motionless against the wall, her powers confined due to the empowered chains that Melliki had bound her in, she watched and waited. Melliki had shown signs of be drowzy for the last few hours, and Elune was waiting for just the right moment. While Melliki had assumed that Elune had given up the struggle against bondage, she had failed to notice that Elune and carefully slipped one of the many glass containers containing the souls of the heroes who had passed away before she quit pulling against the chain. While it looked like she had been motionless, she had in fact been silently performing the ritual to revive the soul, much like she had been doing when Melliki sprung upon her. She had now reached the point where she only needed to speak the hero's name for the ritual to be complete.
There it was, the distinct sound of a snore coming from Melliki, and with all the power in her, Elune excalimed "Acurra Jas Hatire". With those words, the mist inside of the containing burned a dark red and the cork exploded off and the mist quickly blew out of the bottle and dissapated as Melliki's eyes widened suddenly.
"You b*tch!!!"
"What's the matter sister, afraid one little elf is going to ruin your plan?"
In Char Sara
The mist reappeared above a large well in the remains of Char Sara. Quickly expanding from just the size of a football, it quickly reached the size of a human, and then an elf, and finally took the form of the long forgotten warrior elf race. The outline of the mist made no mistake of whom the soul belonged to as his metamophisis was coming to a conclusion. There, as his body began to solidify, stood the legendary Jas Hatire, complete with his magical bow, enchanted scimitar, and short sword. His ornate armor in which he had orginally died the first time was now quite different, as were his markings. No longer did he carry the markings of the "light" side of the elven race, but of the deep red, scarlet even, of the mysterious blood elves.
"It's about time."
However, the cost had been very high, as billions of elves had been sent to the Gray Havens in the past four years. Not counting the sporting class, whom had not been in the country at the start of the invasion, there was now only 500,000 of the over nine billion elves left in the country. To make matters worse, those 500,000 were split between two locations, the High Priestess Temple in Mount Sumarja outside of Char Sara, and here in Gladerial, once again fighting for their survival in the White Fortress. Unknown to them, an army of Drow had came from the Undercities upon the discovery of the slaughtering of their surface dwelling cousins. They still bore the hate for their banishment to the the underbelly of civilization, despite the light elves providing them continually with the supplies they needed to survive. They were desperate times indeed for the once most powerful nation in the region. As General Duke so aptly put it after the emergance of the cloud and the invaders that followed shortly after, it was as if Darkness itself had come to swallow the land and all her inhabitants.
As a group of Goliath pilots came towards the Great Leader, he managed to overhear some of their conversation.
"... did you see that one group today. They seemed more focused on the turrets today than the soldiers. It seems as if they are getting a little desperate."
"I don't know Tuor, I think you might just be imagining it. Though, I did have several groups of destroyers trying to take out my goliath. Perhaps there is something to this desperation."
"I agree. We've killed millions of those damned creatures over these months, they have to be running out of soldiers to be sending at us. Perhaps this will be over ..."
As the trio moved out of earshot, Tobias pondered their words. If the siege they were under was about to come to an end, then Elune be praised, he'd finally have some good news to say after prayers this evening. However, he needed comfirmation of these actions, and dispatched the aide that was refilling his cantine to go check with the turret operators on the activity of the day.
In the Gray Havens
As Elune lay motionless against the wall, her powers confined due to the empowered chains that Melliki had bound her in, she watched and waited. Melliki had shown signs of be drowzy for the last few hours, and Elune was waiting for just the right moment. While Melliki had assumed that Elune had given up the struggle against bondage, she had failed to notice that Elune and carefully slipped one of the many glass containers containing the souls of the heroes who had passed away before she quit pulling against the chain. While it looked like she had been motionless, she had in fact been silently performing the ritual to revive the soul, much like she had been doing when Melliki sprung upon her. She had now reached the point where she only needed to speak the hero's name for the ritual to be complete.
There it was, the distinct sound of a snore coming from Melliki, and with all the power in her, Elune excalimed "Acurra Jas Hatire". With those words, the mist inside of the containing burned a dark red and the cork exploded off and the mist quickly blew out of the bottle and dissapated as Melliki's eyes widened suddenly.
"You b*tch!!!"
"What's the matter sister, afraid one little elf is going to ruin your plan?"
In Char Sara
The mist reappeared above a large well in the remains of Char Sara. Quickly expanding from just the size of a football, it quickly reached the size of a human, and then an elf, and finally took the form of the long forgotten warrior elf race. The outline of the mist made no mistake of whom the soul belonged to as his metamophisis was coming to a conclusion. There, as his body began to solidify, stood the legendary Jas Hatire, complete with his magical bow, enchanted scimitar, and short sword. His ornate armor in which he had orginally died the first time was now quite different, as were his markings. No longer did he carry the markings of the "light" side of the elven race, but of the deep red, scarlet even, of the mysterious blood elves.
"It's about time."