NationStates Jolt Archive


The War of the Gods

Dontgonearthere
10-09-2005, 17:35
The Blood Moon Kingdom, Gundabad.

Charnel glared at the Goblin messenger who had recently arrived in the throne room, leaving a trail of scuff marks on the mirror-polished black marble.

"Y...y-your Godship sir, s'true. Da scouts'r sayin deres a big army on da plains in Dont-ger-nrdere!' The Goblin mangled the name, since it contained a number of sounds most Goblins simply cant pronounce on demand, "Elves mostly, deres som'oter fingles dere to, men."

"Interesting. Most interesting."

"Milord?"

"Nothing. Nothing, I must go. Assemble the Akar and be ready for more such armies to appear here. Tell whichever Goblin is in charge here that he is to ready the defences, close the gates in the passess and prepare for a possible siege."

"Wha's goin on?! Who's tackin' u-"

Charnel had already vanished.

"Bloody gods." The messenger grumbled.

At this juncture a very small bolt of lightning flashed from the throne and struck the Goblin on his ear, whereupon he yelped and fled the room.

---

Charnel surveyed the force amassed across the plain, it was large and indimidating. Most of them wore white, after all, She seemed to prefer it...so..stereotypical.
A sudden movement caught his attention, he focused on the middle of the plains where a single woman was standing, she also wore white, but it seemed brighter and...better than the rest of the army, even the regal elves could not match her.
Charnel sighed.
Drawing on his power, just a little, Charnel was suddenly a mile from his former position, a few feet from the woman.

"Psychotic, self centered maniac." She greeted.

"Frosty bitch." He returned.

"As eloquent as ever, my dear brother."

A buttefly which had the misfortune to fly between the pair burst into flames. When Gods have a fight the term 'sparks will fly' applies literally.

"You still cant resist can you? I set up a nice operation and you jump in, ready to 'save' the day." Charnel's features remained steady, but his eyes (which no god can disguise) blazed, "Ive seen your 'paradise'. Clean, peaceful and sterile. Boring, it a word. Do you think the Goblins will take to your way of 'life'?"

"They dont have to. Goblins are nothing but beasts, ugly and barbaric. They are better off...gone."

"You see? Ha! Even I wouldnt wipe out such a useful based on its appearances. You only think skin deep, so-called sister. Goblins are far better than you think of them."

"As you say. It appears that you will not give ground willingly this time?" At this point a circle of grass around the two had turned brown and was smoking.

"No, I will not. I wont tolerate this any longer. You have done as you please until now because the stories dictate it, but here, I have a base. Goblins have an interesting mythology, in that good is not always good and evil is not always evil. They also like the colour black, and have few quarrels about fighting simply to fight. Of course they would normally have sided with Vulcan or whatever name he uses on this bloody planet, but I got here first."

"Very well." And she was gone.

Charnel re-appeared in the main camp of his army. Around him a curious mix of modern, archanic and magical weapons were stacked, distributed and maintained. A man in full plate armour was polishing a Desert Eagle .357, behind him a group of Goblins was goblinhandling shells into a massive Troll Main Battle Tank while a squad of elves, both Dark and the more common 'noble' elves, practiced archery. A few of them had adopted more modern methods and were using rifles, but even these admitted that elves tended to fare better with bows than firearms.
The general attitude was one of drunken cheerfulness, but only because most of the camp consisted of Goblins. Both the elves and humans in camp agreed that there was going to be trouble. The trolls didnt bother thinking at all.
In thier own circle of tents, the mages, of all races, were rehersing the assorted spells and an arguement was going on over the usage of the phrase 'aranicus' in Phynius' Suprising Fireball. There had been a row and now two small factions were glaring at each other over the fire while two summoned Harpies screamed at each other and wrestled, much to the delight of some of the younger mages and thaumaturgists.
After some time, the camp slept, except of course for the guards on watch, but even they had an uninteresting night.
Azura might be the ice-queen of the Gods, but she was bound by honour and her worshippers conceptions to fight a fair battle. Charnel spent the night in contemplation. As the theoretically 'evil' god, he was almost always the one to lose, the 'free peoples' united under the 'good' gods and kicked him off of whatever world they occupied, leaving Charnel as a formless cloud of energy to wander around and find some other world were people would beleive in him.
Belief was the key, as always. The food of the gods, as it were. Without belief a god was...well, a formless cloud of energy barely capable of lifting a small rock, of course they could, with time, accumulate worshippers and form a base, from then on it was clear sailing, until some other bastard came in and killed or converted your worshippers and left you back at square one.
Gods cant die, or fade away, but there are lots of them trapped within themselves, or wandering mindless in the vast fields of space, with nothing but the occasional impact of a hydrogen molocule or passing molocule to distract them in their voyage to...wherever.
Charnel had experienced this, and was in no mood to do it again.

---

The next day both camps erupted into activity, Charnels camp because a troll was hitting a massive war drum with all of its strength, and Azuras because a squad of Goblins had burrowed into the camp and slit the throats of a number of important persons. Azura herself took the news as she always did, by glaring at the tent wall until a hole was burnt in it and then demanding a new tent.
Immidiatly the armies began to form up opposite each other, Charnels mixed bag of humans, goblins, elves and trolls were harrased into formation by sergeants or officers, whereupon the Goblins promptly settled back into the base state of 'disorganized mob' and one or two trolls wandered off. Most of the humans were in the usual rectangular formation, cohorts gleaming and so forth. The first row was composed of humans armed with pikes and swords (although most carried a pistol or sub-machine gun as a sidearm) for the most part, magically enhanced to pierce almost any armour, they wore plate which was likewise enchanted to resist mundane weapons, IE: bullets. Behind them were archers of both species, althought he humans prefered crossbows or rifles. The elves were in a double-line behind the main body, ready to launch several thosand unpleasantly pointed objects into the enemy army.
Across the way, a number of elves and men had marched into order, glittering cohorts and all.
The armies glared at each other, the opposing forces clearly disliking each other to a great degree, responding to the hatred of their respective dieties.

(OOC:
Welcome one and all ^_^
If anybody wants to play as Azura's forces, feel free to jump in. If this isnt really your...flavour, you can hop in as a made up diety of your choice, keep in mind that Azura is the ultimate 'good' force in the Universe (as far as I know :P) and Charnel is the 'evil' guy. Neutrality is an option is well, if you like, but most Gods who consider themselves good/evil will join with the respective side, or fight on their own if they please.)
Mini Miehm
10-09-2005, 18:04
OOC: What happened to your puppet? I'll send your old friends, the Slivers, the more Magical version this time...

IC:

Gods prepared for war, armies marched upon the Dagorlad, and the Slivers awoke, true slivers this time, they were the balance, their power stemmed directly from their God, and they had mant powers... Now they came up and pledged their allegiance to Azuar, they knew that many would flock to the side of Charnel and his Dark Powers, and they intended to balance his numbers with their own.
Dontgonearthere
10-09-2005, 18:49
(OOC:
I like DGNT 'cause I can use uber-armies, using Goblins without an uber-army is kinda pointless ;))

IC:
"Milord! Milord! Theres...some kind of Slivers joining up with Azura's army...it looks like we might lose out on superior numbers at this point..."

"Damn," Charnel swore quietly, "This is unexpected. The slivers seem like the sorts to side with us...I doubt Azura likes them much in any case, they arent exactly aesthetically appealing."

"Indeed, what course of action should we take?"

"Have the mages launch a few rounds of something unpleasant into their camp, lets see if Azura has been maintaining her defences..."

---

"Cruento magnus aduro!"
The eight mages quickly finished their chant, pausing for a moment to revel in the power contained in the octogram at their feet, then, with a shout of "Prodeo!", the magical energy in the circle solidified into a fireball six feet across, which promptly zoomed into the sky on a ballistic arc, heading for Azura's camp and the sliver army.
Similar rituals took place across Charnels camp, the process being repeated until, gradually, the suns light was blocked out and the landscape was bathed in the red flames of the huge projectiles arcing overhead.
Mini Miehm
10-09-2005, 18:58
OOC: Makes sense, but I can use Uber armies as the slivers, so no loss for me either.

IC:

If the massive fireball was supposed to be a hindrance, it was a pretty ineffective one, not only were they protected from Magic by their Crystalline bretheren, they were Warded against fire and other red magics, such as sopnic effects and lightning, they would have to be killed the old fashioned way if they were to be killed at all.
Dontgonearthere
11-09-2005, 17:57
(OOC:
Actually...it was alot of fireballs, but meh :P)

IC:
The Goblins in the army were clearly downcast by the lack of firey carnage in the sliver ranks, but most were encouraged by the fact that this meant more things to kill. Charnel himself was not overly dismayed. There were other magics in the world, fireballs were merely a pre-battle tradition.
Signaling his messenger, Charnel gave orders to move the pikemen to the front, under cover of the flames still raging in the field.
Starenell
11-09-2005, 18:24
OOC: I would be interested in joining, using some choatic elves. However I am not a good Roleplayer.
Dontgonearthere
11-09-2005, 20:35
(OOC:
Well, you can spell. If you do anything wrong, we'll yell at you ;))
Starenell
11-09-2005, 20:41
OOC: Good. Actually I misspelled chaotic.
Copperian
16-09-2005, 23:05
OOC: I am going to use this nation instead. Okay what next?
Warhaven
17-09-2005, 03:23
If anybody wants to play as Azura's forces, feel free to jump in. If this isnt really your...flavour, you can hop in as a made up diety of your choice, keep in mind that Azura is the ultimate 'good' force in the Universe (as far as I know :P) and Charnel is the 'evil' guy. Neutrality is an option is well, if you like, but most Gods who consider themselves good/evil will join with the respective side, or fight on their own if they please.)

OOC: I would play Azura's forces, but, unfortunatly, am working on bringing out a force that will make all other forces unite. If you go by the Universe as we have established at the White Tower, then no, Azura would not be the Main Good, nor would Charnel be the Main Evil. then again, who really cares?

As to My foce, what could make all of Nationstates unite? That which is enevitable of course.

If you do go by the WT Universe, then you should TG me and let me know, and I'll give you the Run down of the Order of Good and Evil, who's ultimate, whos not, and everything else you would need to know.
Kajeenith
17-09-2005, 03:37
OOC: Even if brother dearest won't Join, I'll help you. What is Good but a momentary flicker of light in the neverending night of Evil?

IC: Kajeenith stirred, strength and powers restored, after breaking the Seal on Kamigawa. His mind stretched out accross creation.

Hmm, Charnel and Azura prepare to Fight? this could prove intresting. Ahh, the Miem Hive joined Azura, well, this certainly isn't fair, and father always said, everything must be balanced.

Thus it was that what could only be described as an Eyeball with wings and a Mouth came, bearing a scroll for Charnel.

To: Charnel,
From, Kajeenith, Mad God of Darkness.

Dearest Charnel, I see your getting ready to fight your Sister Azura. Things don't really seem fair two to one against you? Would you like a Helping hand? The Dark Technologies of My Unholy Empire can be most devestating, as they use Magickl as well. Blighters, Druids who turn to Death instead of Life, are Everyones concern, and I have Plenty. Manhunters, Evil Rangers that is, are quite skilled at the art of tracking people down and Torturing them.
Dark Mages are skilled in nearly every sort of spell you could want, and my Dark Paladins, heh, Even My Goody two shoes brother fears them. Yes, I have an Army of unpleasant things ready to try their hand after our long imprisonment on Kamigawa. Simply sign yes or no, and return my Floating Eye.

Kajeenith, Mad God of Darkness.
Copperian
19-09-2005, 01:22
Zaknafein, a Drow General, read the report. "Hmmm, a battle. With elves... lets go" He rallied his troops and after a tenday of preparation, they left.