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.)
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.)