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Hussarin sighed and layed his axe against the debris he was sitting on.But before he could speak, the female arkanin did.
"Have you seen anything stirring in the forests to the south that we could not?"

Hussarin glanced to the Arkanin, and nodded in agreement.
"Any information on enemy reinforcements or strange happenings could be useful."

Kimura walked toward a less crowded area. The twenty anbu captains gathered around him. "So what are your assessments captains," inquired Kimura. "Well," replied one, "Even with our traps set, it would be unwise to remain here." The others nodded in agreement. "One of our squads are however still searching for suitable areas." They continued discussing their observations.

Mavis saids in a more secure way, "According to our Vampire General Sarin Mizar(He does the whole Noblemen's fascade during this) We Are here under orders from the Lich Emperor Alfred Von Antheron to expand our Imperial borders and beat the barbarians out." Mavis then adds, "That City happens to be the Capital of the Grand Shadow Empire of Deatharon and I am quite proud to live there. Most humans live in villages or in farms out in the country side."

The advanced forces were slowly making their way, carefully keeping an eye open for any possible enemy forces. The mages had cast a silencing spell on their armor and equipment in order to prevent them from making a sound. And so, they traveled as fast as they could while making no sound.

----Soragakure--------

The council members at in conference. "What has Lord Kimura reported so far?" inquired one. "So far, he says that the additional forces deployed should help greatly, but he advises that we send the main portion of the first army as soon as possible." replied another. "How about his lancers?" asked another. "Nothing yet. All we can do is wait," answered one.

Upon reaching the edge of the encampment, the two dragons and their riders came to a halt. Mynocinth, being about six feet tall when on all fours, could just barely peek over the barricades, while Ariadell, easily fifteen feet high in the same position, simply peered down into the camp.

Gaervin looked around for Hussarin, the leader with whom he spoke to earlier. Spotting the white pelt was not too difficult, but seeing that the man was busy, the dragonknight took in the details of the encampment, frowning at what he saw.

Hussarin stood before any answers could be given, walking off outside the breach and into the battlefield. The Arkanin was suprised at this, but stayed and waited for the gargoyle's report.

Hussarin had left for one reason only, he needed to see how much longer his army could last against this foe. As he stepped through the bodies, he looked across the field, noticing more deaths on his side than he previously though. And not only that, but there were mass numbers of undead as well, it seemed that the undead were winning through numbers.

He quickly turned around and surveyed the barricade, it was frail after the attack. And the enemy's Necromancers had made sure he knew it was weak. He began to think out loud, "We'll have to do something to make these walls tough enough to attempt to deal with those damned undead's spells."

Aniel interrupted Hussarin, "If you'd like, my bretheren and I can try and infuse the wall with holy energy. It should at least help keep it from crumbling from the intial assault."

Two black cloaked anbu appeared in front of the captains. "Sir," said one, "We have found an area that could be suitable for defense with some preparations of course." Kimura nodded and replied, "Good squad 5 through 10 will go and prepare it. Will fall back to it if needed." Nodding, five captains left to alert their squad.

Gaervin watched as the camp's leader walked outside. He could tell what the man was thinking - what anyone would be thinking, given the sight before their eyes. The dragonknight dismounted and walked over to Hussarin.

"What you need to do is get your people out of there before the undead return," Gaervin answered the tribal leader, even though the other man was not really asking a question. "I saw women and children in there. If they stay here, then here is where they die."

OOC: For basic knowledge of Amerath, 75% of it is plains or rolling hills, the northern most areas and southern most make up forests, and there's an ocean on the eastern side.

IC:

Hussarin nodded to the priest. "Might work, try it and we'll see."

Hussarin looked to Gaervin. "If you didn't notice." He pointed to a group of warriors, three of the warriors were women. Another was a teenager. "The women were fighting too. This is the whole tribe of Athon, the other tribes still hold their women, children, and eldarly incase they are needed."

The great lord was tired of getting beat back, he was going to make sure that his people would survive for the next generation.

OOC: Last Post for tonight......

IC: The Undead Legion finally made it to the Shadow Forest. They set up and build camps in the Forest. The Kallath and his undead dragon were being tended to by a Necromancer who healed the burnt bones with Unholy negative energy. Kallath was feed blood rations from the wounded human soldiers that wished for death. There bodies were raised shortly after by the Necromancers. The Legion was trying to keep itself together long enough for the Next Legion to take there place.

For those paying attention, five winged figures could be seen silhouetted against the night sky, high above. Two of them were significantly larger than the other three.

Damaged Camp

"Not having been to the forest since I flew up to join the Dragon Wings," Grim answered, "any information I have would be out of date. Of course, I was focusing more on following my original orders of finding any survivors from the destroyed Wood Elf community than anything else. Of course, I did notice some Shades following me. What they wanted, I haven't a clue, of course, they may have just been keeping track of me. We will have a more detailed report of what's going on when Nuju and the others finish questioning that archer."

Dragon Gathering

Vakama inquired, "I take it that you are not free to live in a place of your own choosing, correct?"

Nuju said, "I don't think that is the type of questions we need to be asking. We should be asking about their current military strength in the area. When, and if, they expect to recieve reinforcements. Stuff like that."

Nokama glared at Nuju, "We will get to that stuff when the time is right, Nuju. You need to learn that not everyone is as coldly logical as you are. Thus, you should realize that easing into this kind of thing is more effective than brute force."

"Then your tribe will be wiped out while the other tribes survive," said Gaervin. "Until the undead attack them next, in which case there will be no more tribes left. I understand your situation is dire, and that you need as many warriors as you can get. But are you willing to sacrifice the entire tribe when you can save at least some of them? A Remtkaran army is coming this way to fight the monsters, and shall arrive shortly. A part of your tribe can go eastward, where they are, and find shelter there. There is no shame in retreating in order to preserve your tribe."

OOC: hehe, posted before I saw the post befor ethis one.

IC:

Gargoyle's Report
The Arkanin bowed to the gargoyle, "Thank you for the information." then quickly moved towards Hussarin.

The Great Lord's Thoughts
Hussarin stared at Gaervin. Glaring at him. "East is nothing but ocean, there is no way out of there." He looked around the field. "To the north is a dense forest we can't build in, mostly swamps to be truthful. And to the West are the mountains, we are kind of stuck here, either way out is a slow and dangerous passage. All accept the South, the only place where you can move swiftly."

He sighed. "There's no way to get out of Amerath."
All around the battlefield, warriors were looking their way, awaiting the great lords decision..

The Lesser Lord of Lizards
The 6th and last lesser lord stared down from the barricade, looking at the Great Lord and his worthless talk with the new comers. This lesser was named Ozin, and he believed he should be leading the tribes under his banner, not that half-crazed man.

He turned back towards his motley crew of warriors, who were staring at him. He nodded and they set off , there were things afoot. Things that could affect Amerath.

"Have you explored the east sufficiently? It is a vast land," said Gaervin, himself getting just a little agitated. "Go due east until you hit the sea, then follow the coast southeast, and you will come upon what my people call the Ranjol Mountains. I came from just beyond those mountains. We call these lands the Western Wilds. If you doubt my existence, then I suppose you doubt hers as well." The dragonknight pointed back toward the large form of Ariadell without taking his face off of Hussarin.

Just then, Ariadell lifted her head up toward the sky and let loose a roar.

Grim, glad that he was able to at least provide the promise of future information to come, began to wonder through the camps. To the untrained eye, his meanderings were random, but, in truth, he did have an ultimate goal he was heading for. He wanted to investigate the Dragons of the Dragon Knights and see how different they were from the ones back on the island.

Hussarin shook his head, "We've only explored so far, we're only 7 tribes, not enough to begin looking for new places to settle." (It wouldn't be till they became introduced to gunpowder that they would seek new lands) Hussarin looked towards the southeast, "If you say it's there, I'll believe you. You may ask who'm you want to take, but my oath binds me here."

The lizard-man
Ozin listened in disgust. How dare this so called "great lord" abandon a fight? He truly was a coward, he'd probably sneak away after everyone left... the lesser-lord turned and walked back towards the breach.

Gaervin looked up when his dragon roared. With a smile, he said, "There, two more of my countrymen are arriving as we speak. And it looks as if they have with them three dwarven gryphon riders of the Ranjols." Looking back to Hussarin, he said, "As the leader of your tribe, who goes is up to you. I would suggest those too young or too old to defend themselves, let alone the encampment, and whomever else who wish to depart. Those of able body with the desire to fight can then stay without having to worry about the defenseless ones. I give you my word that I, and the rest of these dragonknights and gryphon riders, will do all we can to ensure their safety until their return to you, after we have defeated the undead."

Several anbu were watching Ozin carefully. Noting his actions, they would report his actions to their captain if the saw anything....unusual.

Hussarin looked at Gaervin. He lifted his fist to his chest in salute. "Aye." He turned to the arkanin and began dispatching orders to move the children, disabled,those wishing to go, and eldarly or infirmed out along the eastern border. "Go with them, Arkanin, I'd feel safer if they were with you."

Hussarin watched his orders being spread around camp, he saw warriors left and ride take off their pelts, salute their leader, and begin collecting their belongings. Only time would tell how many warriors would stay to protect their homelands.

Hussarin then looked at the area where the gryphon riders and dragonknights were coming from, "This day just keeps getting more interesting, doesn't it?"

Grim sat down a meter from the Rhinara Dragons. He began to study them. He noted the saddles and compared that to the fact that the Dragons back on the island would never consent to wear such an apparatus except in dire emergencies. As he continued to study the Rhinara Dragons, he listened. As the conversation did not involve him, he didn't make a sound.

OOC: Last post for the night. TTFN.

Hussarin turned and began to make for the breach, what warrior's were left, he had to make sure they would be ready. Behind him, 200 warriors out of the 400 warriors had decided to stay, and they followed him inwards towards the breach.

Other than that, 600 citizens were marching away from the tribe, it was amazing that such a land like this could support that many citizens in one tribe, but that's how the Amerathians did it. The 600 began to disappear one by one, led by the female Arkanin, who still hoped the eldar Arkanin was still breathing.

Hussarin disappeared inside, of the 200 warriors left, all 6 lesser lords were present. Hussarin knew this next fight may be the last for Tribe Athon.

OOC: My last for the night too.

Ariadell looked down at the gargoyle sitting at her feet and cocked her head in curiosity.

As Hussarin spoke to the arkanin, Gaervin turned to the five arriving riders. With a multitude of whooshing sounds, the flapping of dragon and gryphon wings slowed the descent of the creatures for a soft landing in front of Gaervin. "Greetings, Sir Hassion," Gaervin called out.

"Greetings, Sir Gaervin," the other dragonknight returned, getting off of his dragon and moving towards Gaervin. "We were distressed from your delayed return, though I see there were good reasons for it," he looked around at the surroundings, riddled with the bodies of undead.

"I shall satisfy all your inquiries to the subject," Gaervin promised. "First, however, I have given this man," he gestured to Hussarin, "my word that I will lead his young and elderly, along with all others who choose to go, to safety. I am certain that King Thorin would allow them stay at Underkingdom, or at the least passage through to Remtkara. There are undead hordes here seeking their destruction, you see, and it is our desire to preserve what we can of this tribe from annihilation from a far superior force. I will require your aid along with the other four to insure that these tribes people will indeed reach our lands in safety. Once the undead have been beaten back and we can assure their safe return home, then shall they come back."

Hassion nodded, "I understand."

OOC: Bed for me too. Good night, all.

Nerwen and the Elves began preparing the damaged camp for the next assault. Planning postions and preparing their weapons with haste. Nerwen was confident she and her Elves would survive the next fight. She did not dare think of what would happen if the Elves failed...

The five anbu squads deployed to fortify an area were toiling without rest. After many powerful earth and stone jutsus, they managed to shape a reasonably sound and sturdy fort out of the earth. Now they would rest a little before setting up its defenses.

As 30 Rangers prepared the defences of the Camp, and 30 more planned ambush points, Aranor wondered...would this be the last stand of the Rangers?

OOC: Would it be possible to join as some form of Dwarf army?? If it is could I have a quick 'lay of the land' mailed to me at EmperorsChampion666@hotmail.com (by lotl I mean current army locations, sizes, races, G.E.N. status, etc

OOC: We could just TG it.

IC:
Hussarin Reflects
Hussarin was standing ontop the barricades next to the breach, looking over the field and watching the Arkanin lead his tribes to the coast. He then looked to his last 200 warriors continuing the gathering of the tribe's dead from the battlefield. He shook his head in disbelief at the events thus far...

They had managed to push the undead back to the forest. And along with that came an army of Elves, an army of priests, crusaders, and ninjas, two different armies of dragons, one of which had dwarves coming already. Some men in grey robes. Things were getting strange in these lands...

Ozin watches
Ozin was still watching Hussarin in disgust, but now things were getting stranger, he had called down several of his warriors from his tribe and had them mingle into the other 200 warriors. He would wait for his perfect chance to strike.

The anbu were watching Ozin carefully. With gesture, the two black cloaked ones vanished. The captain remained to continue is constant vigil.

One of the anbu reappeared near Kimura delivered his report. Kimura raised an eyebrow. This was something not necessarily unexpected but still....this would require delicate handling.

The other made his way to Hussarin. Tapping him on the shoulder, the anbu said, "Sir, may I please speak with you alone? This is something that you must know."

Hussarin raised an eyebrow at the ANBU tapping him on the shoulder. "I think we're as alone as it's going to get."

Hussarin returned his gaze to watching the field from the barricade. He was already digging pit trenches right outside the barricade, hoping to deter any more attacks. However much he tried, he could only get a fraction of his warriors to do this task while the others gave final rights to friends from the tribe.

These pit trenches would contain spiked poles to wait for anything that fell into them. Kind of like a punji trap.

Damaged Camp and Dragon Gathering

After gazing at the Rhinara Dragons for a half-hour, Grim realized that the true-Dragons would be better judges of them. He smiled as he realized this. But, as he smiled, a small crack formed in his left cheek.

"Its a good thing," he thought to himself, "that I'm retiring after this."

He leaped into the air and flew to the true-Dragons. Not wanting to interrupt the questioning, he talked to a young yellow electricity Dragon for a few minutes before returning to the damaged camp. Meanwhile, the true-Dragon he had spoken to gathered up all his strength and sent a mindspeak message to Eragon back at Dragonskeep.

Dragonskeep - Eragon's Office

Eragon was staring at a metal sphere a representative from the Holy Empire of SeaQuest had left with him when the mindspeak message reached him. It was weak because of the distance involved, but is was understandable. He smiled, it was time to test the Visorak Horde (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9844955&posted=1#post9844955) in combat. He made arrangements for a full Legion to be sent to provide aide against the Undead army.

OOC: Metranui 3: The undead wars?

As the sun dawned the following morning, there was already a long trail of people from Tribe Athon snaking its way eastward. Every once in a while, one of the dragonknights or gryphon riders would take off into the air to make sure the surrounding area was free of enemies, or Tarnon and Mynocinth would go scouting by land to do likewise. They could never be too safe right now, for there were 600 civilians to protect. Even with the seven riders, the Arkanin, and the 200 or so tribal warriors, the undead could very well send a vastly larger force to overtake them should they discover this migration of people.

Meanwhile, on the western edge of the Ranjol Mountains, massive stone doors parted open and 25 horsemen, each carrying a longsword and a spear, rode out from the gateway leading to Underkingdom. They were to prepare the way for the Remtkaran and dwarven armies that would soon be coming to do battle with the undead.

OOC: Amerath, you wanted an Arkanin to meet the first people to come up from Underkingdom, right?

OOC: There's 2 Arkanin, the female one who's leading the migration, and the eldar Arkanin, who's looking for the army, ya, he'll appear.

Upperworld meets underworld
There, infront of the 25 horsemen, a lone figure stood. He was glad in a cloak similar to the female Arkanin, with tribal lore written all about him in pictures or symbols. All of his arms were hidden under this cloak, and his face hidden by the shadows of his hood. All that seemed to show was the white beard that grew from the hood, connected to the face of the man.

He was the Arkanin that was searching for allies, but it seemed that probley already knew what he had to say.

The Migration
The female Arkanin kept a wary eye on the paths as they moved, without the 200 warriors that stayed behind at the barricade, she was one of the few protectors of the long 600-person march. Here and there, she would jump at a squirrel in the shadows, or a deer grazing on grasses. She was on edge after the last few nights of fighting.

24 of the horsemen wore leather armor, some of whom had light helmets on. The leader wore a combination of leather armor overlaid with a metal cuirass protecting his vital body parts, and a helmet that protected more of his face than did the others.

Upon seeing what appeared to be a lone, elderly man in their way, the leader held his spear up vertically to signal to his men to come to a halt, which they did briskly. "I am Sir Lothan of Remtkara," the leader introduced himself to the stranger. "Are you in need of assistance?"

The old man looked up at the rider. The shadows retreated from his face, showing his features and the 3rd eye on his head.

"Not me, but people I know, yes."

The eldar stared at the riders, his face showing that he had been traveling far and long to find people like these.

The horsemen near the front of the group, who were able to see the third eye under the hood, were startled and seemed a little tense. "And who, may I ask, are you," said Lothan, "and the people whom you seek assistance for?"

"Sir," began the anbu, "I hope you do not take offense, but several of us have been making observations of your warriors. There is definitely something amiss here, but we have yet to come to a conclusion. We do suspect some sort of mutiny, but have no solid evidence to back this up. But to be on the safe side, commander Kimura requests permission for two of our captains to accompany you at all times. If that is alright with you of course."

The old man
The eldar Arkanin pointed towards the lands of Amerath, "People who are fighting things that should belong in graves."

Hussarin's choice
"A mutiny? None would dare such in these times. Even if they were, it's probably just malcontent with our losses so far, so I must decline your body guards." Hussarin was resolute, and began watching over the digging of the pits.

"Then those people we shall call allies, for we too seek the destruction of the loathsome creatures of the dead," said Lothan. "Will you guide us to those in need of our help?"

The old man looked up at the lead rider, "If you can manage to follow me." With that, the man turned, and with suprising speed, began to speed off at almost adnormal speeds, racing towards the last direction he knew the barricade was, which was the first one next to the forest.

Lothan furrowed his brows, looking to his left and his right at his fellow riders. That old man was most unusual, but with a flick of the reins, he set his horse into motion, chasing after the Arkanin, with the rest of his men following suit. After an extended period, however, the horses began losing speed and the group started falling farther and farther behind the old man.

It was then that they noticed that there was something else nearby. A short distance to the south, where a line of trees began that signified the edge of a forest, yet untouched by the growing death and decay of the undead army, was a somewhat large figure, obscured by the shadows. It had been watching them, and started to move closer to the plains. The horsemen quickly raised their spears, expecting trouble.

Then out popped a boy seated upon a young dragon. "Hello!" Tarnon said as Mynocinth trotted over to the 25 horsemen. Being accustomed to Remtkaran dragons, the horses were unbothered by Mynocinth's close proximity.

"Hello," Lothan returned. "You are Gaervin's boy, are you not?"

"I am," said Tarnon. "I'm glad you guys are here. We need your help."

Lothan looked westward, to the disappearing Arkanin, which they had little hope of catching up to now, and noticing Mynocinth's injured wing, there was little hope from there as well.

The Arkanin had actually stopped and turned around, moving back to where the 2 were talking. His face once again hidden under the shadows of his hood. It was strange how when Arkanins hid their faces, they all looked alike with their cloaks.

"Someone you know?"

The priests who weren't healing, were busy channeling their energy into the wall. The wall seemed to gain a silver sheen as time passed.

Despite Hassarin's words, Kimura was stilled uneasy. At all times, there was to be a squad watching Ozin covertly of course.

----fortified area-----
The 15 anbu sat down for a well deserved rest. This place should manage to hold for a while if it were under attack. Not mentioning its.....welcoming basket to enemies. The fort itself was sight to behold. The walls rose about one and a half times the height of the trees in the area. The walls seemed to have been shaped from the earth itself. It had no blocks or anything of the sort. The walls were smooth and hard. They even formed a small tower in the center to allow archers a higher vantage point. Before the wall, there were three rows of trenches fill with a strange clear substance and right before the walls, the small trench was filled with water. It wasn't enough to impede the enemy but it would allow a source of water for some of their techniques. They were exhausted after this massive effort, but it was well worth it. As they exited the fort, the earthen/stone gates closed of their own accord. One anbu took out a small strip of paper and placed it on the door. As they made their way back to the camp, the fort faded out of sight.

Hussarin was watching the trench work when he noticed that a group of warriors there, then another over there, were looking at him strangely before returning to work, but it seemed the majority were actually working. He then looked along the outter wall of the barricade, warriors were gathering the tall grass from behind the barricade and turning them into giant balls, ready to be set alight to fight off the enemy. Hussarin smiled to himself, this would be a more even battle.

Damaged Camp

Dragon Gathering

Vakama inquired, "I take it that you are not free to live in a place of your own choosing, correct?"

Nuju said, "I don't think that is the type of questions we need to be asking. We should be asking about their current military strength in the area. When, and if, they expect to recieve reinforcements. Stuff like that."

Nokama glared at Nuju, "We will get to that stuff when the time is right, Nuju. You need to learn that not everyone is as coldly logical as you are. Thus, you should realize that easing into this kind of thing is more effective than brute force."

Mavis smiles and saids, "That is quite true only Necromancers are the only humans that can live in an undead city." Mavis realizes he said to much and quickly grabs his arrow quiver holder inside was a Necromantic spell book and the one of the five Ancient Scrolls of the Lichdom ritual..

OOC: Mavis is a Necromancer that stole a powerful scroll in the Necromantic Arcane Library in Death hold.He tried to dress like an Archer to avoid dection untill he could become a Lich. He however is a little arrogant and tends to speak his plans or information out loud.

OOC: Sounds like a cheerful fellow

"Yes," Lothan answered the Arkanin. To Tarnon, he asked, "What do you need my help for?"

"Sir Gaervin is leading most of Tribe Athon to the Ranjols," said the boy. "The undead attacked their homes and they had nowhere else to go, especially the defenseless ones. We've two other dragonknights and three dwarven gryphon riders with the caravan, but if the undead decide to attack with large numbers, then we won't be able to hold them back and protect the weak and old." He turned to the Arkanin, "There's also someone there dressed just like you. The man with the white wolf pelt put them in charge of the civilians, I think."

Lothan looked to the Arkanin. "It appears our aid is needed to protect the caravan. Rest assured, however, that more people will soon be coming to aid in the struggle against the creatures of the dead." To Tarnon, "Take us to the caravan."

"Yes, sir," Tarnon replied.

The arkanin gasped, he hadn't expected the undead to get as far as Tribe Athon. But then he remember, the people of the plains didn't know how to fight undead. He quickly took off in the direction of Athon, leaving no explanation, he knew that if the other Arkanin was in charge of the movement of people, then the caravan would be fine.

His task was to aide Hussarin.

The horsemen and Tarnon watched the Arkanin run off again.

"Can he be trusted?" Lothan asked of Tarnon.

"If he's like the other one that's dressed like him," Tarnon said. "I've never seen him before, so I can't say for sure."

"Then let us join the caravan," said Lothan. "And ask the one that is there if he knows of this one, and see if any treachery is afoot. Guide us on."

Tarnon took off with Mynocinth racing across the fields, the 25 horsemen right behind.

OOC: Gone for dinner.

The Incomeing Legion..........

The Lich General Maga Kazar was ordering her forces to hurry up there slow progress was becomeing annoying and she had recieved word from the City of Xharn that her underling Vampire General Sarin Mizar had turned every barbarian nation agaisnt him and that he could be out numbered at this point. Maga sighed and thinks Vampires in general were great nobles and Warrior leaders but when it came to subtelity and diplomacy they really lacked ability. She decides to try a diplomatic approach to these barbaric people and if that failed. She would see to it that the war was even bloodier than before....

Dragon Gathering

"Necromancy," hissed Nuju as he took a step back, "Necromancy has no place in the Dominion. It is one of the forbidden Dark Arts. Nature must be allowed to take her course, that is the order of things."

Nokama saw Mavis diving for the quiver and reached to grab the back of his shirt collar between two talons.

Damaged Camp

Having returned from his talk with the true-Dragon, Grim made his way through the camp. He had to inform Hussarin of the mass of one-hundred Visorak that would be teleported there by the Saethe.

Mavis in a quivering voice saids, "The Dark Arts have been legally used by my people for centuries ever since the Lich Emperor Alfred Von Antheron came into power." His spell book and scroll still in the quiver out of his reach. Mavis is scaried he knows the spells in his memory are no match for one dragon let alone three. He starts to shake in fear..

Hussarin was standing in a group of warriors, in his hand was held a flask of some sort of drink, which was quickly being drank by him, some of it spilling down his chest. The warriors laughed and joked as they dug around their lord.

Hussarin gave the flash back to the man and thanked him before moving along the barricade again. Then he stopped as something blocked his path.. It was an Arkanin..but.. the white beard ment he was the eldar.

"Arkanin!"

The eldar raised one of his hands in salute. "My lord, I have returned, and met allies, but it seems you have already met them as well." He waved the hand at the many forces around the barricade. "I apologize for not aiding you at the first barricade, I only now learned you were pushed back here and moving the tribe."

The Great Lord nodded in sad approval, "Yes, it was a bloody battle, and we barely managed to hand onto this barricade if it wasn't for the sudden arrival of so many forces, some of who'm have yet to inform me of who they are."

With that, the arkanin and hussarian began a lengthy conversation on current affairs.

The Legion in Shadow Forest was finally reorganized and preparing for a defensive fight. They would wait till the next Legion came and there combined forces beat back the barbarian forces in the plains. The Vampire General thinks, I have really screwed up this campaign. I hope the Lich Emperor would not be notified of the situation untill much later.

Dragon Gathering

"A true servant of Nature," Nokama says, "knows that Death is only a part of the Cycle of Things. Necromancy is a perversion of that Cycle, a perversion of the natural order of Nature."

The other Dragons nod their agreement with Nokama's statements.

Damaged Camp

Grim spotted Hussarin eventually. He walked up to him and said, "Excuse me. Sorry to interupt you, but I have a message from the true-Dragons for you, sir."

Mavis figures that the cats out of the bag anyway, He finally saids, "I am a Student of the Art of Necromancy. I for one can guantee if used responisably the Necromancy can be used for protection and self improvement."

Hussarin turned to look at Grim, "Ah yes, you, whats the news?"

The Elder look at grim in speculation, only now arriving, he had no idea who any of these people were, but he was slowly getting used to things around here.

Isiel glanced at the map he held in his hand. It would only take them another day or so before they reached the encampment if it was still there. Looking over to Lireth, he saw her speaking with Mathlen. If they made it out alive, he was going to take nice long break with his two childhood friends. The grass swayed silently as the advanced forces made their way ever closer to the camp.

------encampment-------------
The returning squads entered the camp as stealthily as possible. Although they were in an allied base, they didn't wish to disclose the concealed base. The captains made their way to report to Kimura.

Damaged Camp

"Only that you should expact a Legion of one-hundred Visorak to be mass-teleported here," Grim replied, "and the Legion will contain some of each of the six Swarms that make up the Visorak Horde. Just wanted to give you a heads up before the buggers showed up."

Dragon Gathering

Nuju growls, "Explain what you mean quickly. I am not the patient sort."

Nokama says, "Mavis, what you term as Necromancy may be different from our definition of it," she pauses, "We define Necromancy as magick that traps souls on this plane of existance, basically, any magick that perverts the Natural Cycle of Birth, Growth, and Death."

Vakama interrupts, "Death is only the beginning of a greater journey. Not allowing the soul to join the ancestors dilutes the ancient's knowledge that the ancestors share with us."

Mavis saids quite quickly, " My people term Necromancy as the pratice of controling and maniuplating the energy from the Negative energy plane of existence. In some cases like Lichdom and Vampirism. The power of Negaitive Energy can trap the soul into a corpse but it can also be used to drain the life force of an enemy or provide a barrier from enemies. It can in its most powerful cases bring a loved one back to the realm of the living."

Hussarin looked at Grim with a quizzical look, "Vizorak? What might that be?"

The Arkanin was just as confused as the Great Lord was, and so were the warriors listening in.

Damaged Camp

Grim responds, "Legions of these spider like creatures are used by the Dominion of Dragon Emperor. Their various powers are quite useful. All Visorak have the ability to create and climb webs as well as a default paralysis power in their spinners. There are six known breeds, or Swarms, of Visorak," he pauses, "The Visorak 'spinner' is a little star-shaped dart they shoot from their backs."

Dragon Gathering

Nokama sent, "The aspects of energy draining and creating a barrier sound similar to the abilities of those who manipulate the Element of Chaos. Though, reviving those in near-death states only work as long as the soul has not left the body, another aspect of the Chaos Element. But there are limit, after the soul has left the body, then it becomes a perversion of Nature."

Mavis asks, "What about using the energy to antimate the body of the dead but leting the soul past on like the Zombies and Skeletions?"

Hussarin shook his head for abit. "Dragons, Dwarves, Elves, and now.. Spiders...This has tipped the highest peak of strange happenings."

Vakama turns to Nokama and sends, "That sounds similar to the method in which we create the Gargoyles and the other animated statues and things."

Nokama nods and sends, "True, but the Necromancy Mavis refers to sounds to me like a combination of the Elements of Life, Darkness, Chaos, and Death. And we all know how dangerous messing with the Element of Death is," she cranes her neck so that her eyes are at eye level with Mavis, "Mavis, zombies and skeletons would mean a perversion of the bodies of the dead. It is easier, and safer, to give life to inanimate objects like the statues we make the Gargoyles from, but even they are allowed a true-death when their bodies have reached their natural limits."

Nuju says, "You have to understand, little one, that everything has its place in the Cycle. If bodies were not allowed to decompose, the soil wouldn't have the nutrients in the body returned to it, and without nutrients, we wouldn't be able to grow food for the children."

Mavis saids in a hushed voice, "You must understand, My people have been forced to live in a land with hostile creatures and our only defense was Necromancy. Then one day a powerful Necromancer became the first Lich and used his power over the dead to defeat the Dragons, Drow, and other hostile monsters that use to infest our lands. We now however live in a gloomy world where the Undead rule and the living citizens only have Undeath to look forward to.."

Vakama sighed, "You poor people. Undeath is not a grand thing to look forward to. Back home the body is cremated and spread on the ocean to symbolize the joining of the body's soul with the Oversoul, which is composed of the souls of all who have died before."

Nokama nods, "And we are able to use the collective knowledge of the Oversould to aid us in our works."

Mavis saids, "Undeath has brought fear into our enemies, Even the Barb.. I mean even the people hear have run in fright of our forces. I admit there may be other ways of dealing with death. We however have chosen to use Necromancy to expand the mortal exstience of some of our most powerful Necromancers and warriors. There experince and powers are vital to our societies surrival and protection."

Damaged Camp

Grim shakes his head, "The Visorak are not spiders. A spider has eight legs, a Visorak only has four."

Dragon Gathering

Vakama shakes his head, "When a soul joins the Oversoul, the knowledge and power of that soul is available for use whenever one of the living requires it. Some even say that the Oversoul will sometimes even send a soul back to earth of its own accord to be used by a newborn child."

The advanced forces had halted in their movement toward the camp. They had made good time and now where only several hours away. Orders from their captains were to rest for an hour, eat a meal, get some sleep, and then an hour later to reform their formations.

Mavis saids in a respectful voice, "We believe when one reachs true death there soul becomes the property of one of the Gods of Death. We have priests tha worship them and use there power to raise undead creatures that not even Necromancers would dare raise or create."

Hussarin yawned, but he kept on watching the pits be dug. "Great, 4 legged insects, very well. Thank you for sending reinforcements." He blinked his eyes to clear away the much need sleep.

The arkanin turned to him, "I believe you'd been awake to long, lord, you should catch some sleep."

Hussarin looked at the eldar, then nodded, "I suppose so. But if the undead atta.."

The eldar interrupted him, "I'll wake you, lord."

Hussarin nodded again, and began to retreat behind the barricade,giving a salute to grim as he went. When he was behind the barricade, he propped up against it and quickly fell to sleep.

The Arkanin turned to Grim, "He's fought for a long time, and needs time to recouperate, send me any information that isn't most dire, if you please."

OOC: Last post for the night.

Outside Damaged Camp

Combining the powers of all the entire Saethe, all one-hundred Visorak are teleported in a flash of light a few meters outside the fortifications. The Legion is composed of fifty Keelerak Visorak, twenty-five Suukorak Visorak, twenty-five Roporak Visorak, ten Oohnorak Visorak, ten Boggarak Visorak, and five Vohtarak Visorak.

Dragon Gathering

Nuju sends, "I take it you only have the one religion? Everyone in the Dominion usually follows the religion of their ancestors that arrived on the island as Dolphin-backs."

Nokama nods in confirmation.

Mavis said, "We use to have an Relgion that believed that life was a gift and they use to have paladins and priests that helped the people in the Dark times. The Lich Emperor came into power and the Relgion said the he was an ambitionation to nature and his kind should be destroyed. This started a Civil war. The Relgion was wiped out to the last man. The Holy warriors were wiped out and the Priests sarificed to the Gods of Death. This was several centuries ago."

Several crusaders watched in amusement as their captain was complaining to Mathlen, leader of the mages in this force, about how long it was taking to get to the camp. Sighing, Mathlen said he would talk it over with his mages and see if it was possible for a mass teleportation spell.

----several minutes later------
Mathlen sighed as he searched for Isiel and Lireth. He found them, but they were er....preoccupied. Clearing his throat loudly, he watched in amusement as both turned around and scrambled to smooth out their armor and clothing. "Have fun?" asked Mathlen. Before either could protest, he said, "Hurry now, my mages are waiting for you." "So that means..." began Lireth. "Yes, yes," Mathlen replied dismissively, "Gather your soldiers and meet me in the clearing."

Several minutes later, the forces stood assembled. In front of them stood the mages. Chanting softly, arcane energy surged around them. The priest then began chanting as well. Divine energy soon ws interweaved with the arcane energy. The combination of the two would bolster the range of their spell as well. As the chanting rose to its climax, a pillar of light engulfed the entire force. As the light faded, there was no trace of their presence here except for some crushed or bent grass.

Dragon Gathering

"Don't tell me," Nuju sends with a sarcastic tone, "They are now are amoung the Undead in the army."

Visorak Legion

The Visorak Legion organizes itself. The Visorak begin to split into seperate sub-groups composed of members from only a single Swarm.

Mavis smiles and saids, "Now your catching on. The Gods of Death our known for there cruel sense of humor. There enemies end up fighting for them."

Damaged Camp

Five Boggarak Visorak had scurried over to the gap in the camp's wall and begin to spin a web (OOC: Web made of green strands the size of bridge cables and the scaled-up strength of spider silk (which has a higher tensile strength than steel)) to house the Legion. They close the gap and begin to build outwards in the direction away from the camp. As soon as their was enough room to work in, more and more of the other Visoraks (OOC: A Visorak's main body (not including legs and pincers) are the size of Grim) came over to help. Eventually, all one-hundred were working on the nest. In the end, it would be large enough to house all one-hundred in its inner weavings.

Dragon Gathering

Nokama sighs, "Your Gods don't sound like ones I would want to meet, and I have met some Gods and Goddesses in my time."

OOC: Last post for the night. TTFN.

Mavis smiles and saids, "I am sorry to cut our meeting short but, I have a ritual to perform." He starts to chant and his spell book and scroll come out of the quiver and flys into his hands. He begins the chant to begin the Ritual of Lichdom...

The yellow Dragon of Electricity that Grim had spoken to earlier spat a bolt of lightning at the book while he and the other true-Dragons backed away from Mavis.

The book was shot out of Mavis's hands. The Scroll however was fine. Mavis kept reading the Dark Arcane symbols. The same symbols written down by the Lich Emperor centuries ago. The area around Mavis swarms with the Negative Energy. The Gods of Death were feeling the ancient power of the Ritual of Lichdom being performed from the Negative Energy Plane. One of the Gods or goddess in this case forms an Avatar out of the dreaded Negative Energy. The form was a Shadowy 10ft tall woman the Goddess of Death Minax had appeared to judge if Mavis was worthy of Lichdom.

Tarnon rejoined the caravan with Lothan's group, and they all continued on their way eastward.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Gotta go for the weekend, with no internet access. I should be back by Sunday evening, California time. Hopefully I'll be back for the final showdown!

OOC: Sorry, may not find time to post on this thread, my birthday is tomorrow, gotta exercise my gift unwrapping skills.

Nuju, Vakama, and Nokama took to the air. Nuju spat a column of Ice at Mavis hoping to freeze him into an ice sculpture. Meanwhile, the other seven true-Dragons continued to back away from the area. Eventually, they bolted and went to join Grim and the Legion of Visorak. Nuju and Nokama soon flew after them. Vakama stayed only long enough to use his Fire breath to turn an area with a radius of five meters around Mavis into glass.

Mavis expected the attack. He quickly mutters a series of commanding words and raises an unholy armor upon his person. The Armor takes the brunt of the Ice blast but failed to protect Mavis's right arm which froze his limb. The Goddess notices the fire burning the area and makes a barrier of Negative Energy to protect the area that she and Mavis are standing in. She Fires a series of Dark bolts at the Dragon that annoyed her Vakama.

She Then looks upon Mavis and saids, "You are to be judged for the miracle of becoming a Lich should you prove worthy. Your soul will be sent to the Negative Energy plane under the protection of the Gods of Death. If you fail I shall distengrate your body and take your soul to the highest biding God of Death as his or her personal property."

OOC: Think lightening bolts that drain life rather than electirc damage.

OOC: And Vakama's attack was intended to create an area around Mavis that would be impossible to walk on. Oh, just a general F.Y.I., the 3 Dragons I have named and Grim are the only ones I would like to survive this thread. Kill as many of the other Dragons and Visorak as you want.

IC: Vakama dodged most of the Dark bolts, but one struck him in the middle of his tail. The muscles in the area went numb as the life was drained from them. He would have to land soon as he was having trouble steering as a result.

The Ritual had begun....

Mavis began to read the dark text that was nessicary to pass his soul into the next plane of exstence. He feels intesne pain as the test is passed. The Death Goddess unleashes dark energy to cause intense pain. If Mavis so much as mis prounces a word or fails to finish the Ritual he will fail and Mavis knows it.

OOC: My equalvent of a bump.......

IC: Mavis finished the reading the Dark texts. His body was in tremdious pain and he nearly failed. The Death Goddess was impressed and said, "Now for the potion that will end your life and bring you to the true glory of Lichdom." She hands him a Potion made up of Negative energy in a liquid form. Mavis drinks it and falls to the ground. The Death Goddess Minax pulls out her hand and saids a few words and Mavis's soul comes out of his body and heads to her hand. Once she has it she saids, "Mavis welcome to the world of Lichdom." She dissapears into the Negative energy. Mavis lays on the ground souless and dying. The Negative energy around the area enters his body and the potion persevers his mind. Mavis in a matter of a few days will awaken as one of the Undead...

While Hussarin and many of his warriors were resting for the battle to come. The elder was busy setting up defenses not far behind the barricade.. which in actuallity, was a second barricade wall, any enemy getting over the first, would be caught inbetween the second higher one, which was ment to play as a pit for archers to shoot down into from the second wall.

Legion heading to Shadow Forest.....

The Legion kept up its progress. The Lich General Maga keeps her troops moving they only break to sleep during the day and to let the humans rest and eat other than that the legion keeps up it now brisk pace.

Legion in Shadow Forest...

General Sarin Mizar watched his Legion rebuild it self. The Animals of the forest were being slaughtered and antimated into undead versions of themselves. The Shadow Forest will soon be so corrupted that nothing will clear out the taint of the Undead in it.


Death Hold Palace of the Lich Emperor....

The Lich Emperor Alfred Von Antheron was draining the soul of a slave Drow(Dark Elf). He watchs as his Arch Duke Nym Kazar takes her blood after The Lich Emperor finishs his meal. He looks into his northern border and saids, "I wonder what is happening up there in the North. The Arch Duke replies, "We have lost a battle up there. We have sent the second Legion to relieve the other Legion." The Lich Emperor was surpised, His forces had lost a fight. The Lich Emperor in a rage saids a series of highly powerful words. A stream of green energy burst forth from Alfred's outstreched hands and the meal that the Arch Duke was enjoying quickly turns into dust at the floor. The Arch Duke bows and runs out the room.

----outside the camp-----
All was peaceful. Then in a blink of an eye, there was a flash of light. As the light faded away, it revealed the advanced forces of the first army.

Riding forward with his two friends, Isiel blew his horn and shouted, "We are the advanced units of the first army! We bring greetings from the high council of Soragakure!"

The elder stood on the second barricade, looking down at the advancing first army.

"More and more people seem to be appearing."

He looked back towards the camp behind the barricade, where the great lord rested. He decided better not to wake him. Instead, he looked towards the new army and raised his right hand in salute. "Welcome to the remnant of Tribe Athon! We hail you with tired and wary arms!"

Saluting in return, he then gestured for the forces to enter. Their banners waved gently in the wind as they moved.

Kimura was watching from the wall. Noticing Isiel, he quickly went to speak with him. There were some bits of information that he'd need to know about....

The elder pointed to a set of ramps that lead up to the top of the 1st barricade, then the 2nd barricade, then back down the other side. The breach that had once existed was now filled with a giant nest, so the only way over was to go up the top. There were makeshift gates in the 2nd barricade that allowed warriors to get inbetween the 2 walls, but they remained closed at the moment so they could be built around.

"Come up over those ramps and make yourself at home."

Deep inside the green mass of the Visorak nest, the Visorak added the last strand. All one-hundred sat in wait of when they would be sent into battle.

Meanwhile...

The ten true-Dragons landed a few meters away from the camp. Seeing that they needed away in, an Earth Dragon did some Earth Bending and created a ramp underneath the wooden barrier that surrounded the main part of the camp. The ramp-way was designed by the Dragon so as to bottle-neck any enemy forces that try to enter through that way. This bottle-neck would allow one of the other Dragons to rain down destruction then, or he could just seal it using his Elemental powers in the same way he made it.

OOC: What was that about a fence?

OOC: What was that about a fence?

OOC: The way I have this camp pictured in my mind is a high wooden fence, or barrier, against a cliff-face. Contained with-in are the actual tents and living establishments. Outside are the pits that are being dug. Is anything in this picture incorrect?

OOC: More of a wall (I called it a barricade because it wasn't very high, just ment to stem enemies, but now with more pressing needs, it's becoming a wall) that's stretching between 2 ridges that make the only route to the northern plains is between the ridges. The tribe is situated not far north of this opening in the center of a plains that expand many miles north. Everything northern and southern of the wall is all rolling hills or plains. I shoulda mentioned this earlier, sorry.

OOC: More of a wall (I called it a barricade because it wasn't very high, just ment to stem enemies, but now with more pressing needs, it's becoming a wall) that's stretching between 2 ridges that make the only route to the northern plains is between the ridges. The tribe is situated not far north of this opening in the center of a plains that expand many miles north. Everything northern and southern of the wall is all rolling hills or plains. I shoulda mentioned this earlier, sorry.

OOC: Perhaps you could do a rough sketch using Paint. That way, we can both use it to make sure we are picturing the same thing, at least in a way.

OOC: I don't quiet know how to put paint things on this.

OOC: I don't quiet know how to put paint things on this.

OOC: Upload it to a Photobucket or ImageShack account. It will give you the link. You can then post the html.

OOC: Oh boy, this is gonna get difficult.

OOC: Oh boy, this is gonna get difficult.
OOC: Actually, its quite simple.

OOC: Alright , lets get this going.

OOC: Alright , lets get this going.

OOC: Agreed. To much OOC clutter. I made the last IC post, so its up to someone else to post the next.

OOC: Ok I will make the next post......

IC: Mavis awoke from his slumber. He looked normal but did not feel so. He felt tremdious Necromantic power but he felt he lost something even more vital. It was like his essence was gone leaving only his intellect behind. It was then Mavis learned that Lichdom was a terriable sacrifice for power. He screamed into the Darkness, "No!!!!" The horriable shriek could be heard from a mile away. Mavis found his Book on Necromancy with a blast mark on the cover. He swears upon that book he would study all the magic in the world to create a new soul for himself.

OOC: Note my Liches do not look undead untill they spent centuries under the Lich catergory. They however have the enchanced power but not the experience of the longer lasting Lichs. So for all intents in purposes Mavis looks human unless you can sense undead some how...

OOC: Someone, catch me up. Where is Nerwen, her elves? The Rangers? Basicly, what the hell happened.

OOC: They are at the Barricade. My forces are gathering at the forest to begin a new assualt. The living are building a defense.

OOC: Your elves havn't really moved.

The Elder looked at the dragons and frowned, how can such living creatures control so much power.. Well.. it seemed every creature did these days, what with a lich at the walls. He looked back towards the camp where the warriors were starting to reawaken, and he could see Hussarin walking between all the forming groups.

He looked back to the forest, "Why havn't the undead come back? I didn't think the undead would stop so soon..."

After having reached the camp, the advanced forces had set up their tents and such. Riding up to the Elder, Isiel said, "Sir, if you wouldn't mind telling Hussarin. I and several of my comrades have something to investigate. We won't gone for too long I think." Gesturing to several mounted figures behind him, he and six other figures rode away from the camp.

Note from Isiel
The elder seemed to visibly wane with burden. "As you wish."

He would wait till the great lord had joined him on the wall.

Anyways, although it was good to have allies, the fact that some were taking off in random directions or appearing from random places made the elder feel worried that the allies wouldn't be here when the undead struck again..

Ozin's Patience
Ozin woke with a start from his slumber ontop the barricade. All the other lesser lords had gone to rest inside the camp, but not Ozin, Ozin wouldn't be caught near the coward great lord. Instead, he sat and slept near a group of the warrior's he had enlisted.

Ozin looked around the camp and remember his plan, be patient until the time was right.

An anbu yawned behind his white ceramic tiger mask. He had cloaked himself with a shadow jutsu. Checking a device on his arm, he figured it was almost time to switch with another. This was rather boring, but he had to do it. Commander Kimura seemed to sense something was amiss and that this man, Ozin, might try something. Shifting slightly, he continued his silent vigil.

Two anbu rose from their slumber and put on their body armor. Forming a handseal, they blended into the shadows. Slinking toward their comrade, they moved swiftly and silently.

Ozin Expects something?
Ozin blinked, he had the feeling that he was being watched, and infact, had had the feeling for quiet awhile, as if someone was trying to keep tabs on him. He looked around his sleeping area for any eyes on him.

---With Isiel-----
Riding swiftly, the seven riders moved like a flicker of light. Isiel turned to one of the cloaked figures and said," Commander Kimura where are we going exactly?" Kimura turned to him and replied, "We're heading to a fort that we managed to create. It'll be a place to fall back to if we need it." "Also," Isiel said, "I saw several tags surrounding the encampment. What are they?" "The first two rings of tags are exorcism and sanctification tags. Those will serve as an early warning alarm and barrier to the undead. Behind them are explosive tags. They'll be for the living soldiers who will be sent to get past the barriers. After that, are alternating rings of those two and other spells and traps." Halting suddenly, Kimura rode forward and formed a hand seal before muttering,"Kai." The air before them seemed to become distorted as respectably large fort appeared. "This is where we'll fall back to if we must," said Kimura.

===Back at camp======
The tiger masked anbu nodded to his replacements. Vanishing into the night without a sound, the other cloaked themselves with powerful genjutsu to hide their presence.

The true-Dragons went into a three-on and seven-off watch. Grim, being made of stone and not needing sleep, didn't count. The three true-dragons on watch at any given moment could be found circling the camp. The Visorak waited in the nest. Their practically non-existant minds made it all the more easy for their master to control them.

While the true-Dragons kept an eye on the local area, a lone Roporak Visorak emerged from the nest. Using its ability to blend in with the surroundings, like a chameleon, it strode off to do some scouting.

OOC: Amerath how did you know that Mavis was a lich... He was recently turned into one and his scream was only one mile away. It would not be a destintve scream. Would any one mind if I fast forward more reinforcements and have them appear?

IC: The Shadow Forest.....

The Legion in the Shadow forest began to construct a Wooden fortress upon the plains. where the old barricade was created. The area is starting to come under the corruption of the Undead. Soon the land will become barren and gloomy.

The Second Legion Marching......
The Legion under The Lich Maga temporaly end there long trek. They are almost upon the forest. They had finally reached the City of Xharn. The Legion was going to rest resupply and redenvous with the Legion of Vampire General Sarin Mizar. They would then negioate with the barbarians or crush them...

Mavis

The newly created Lich Mavis looks upon the melted ground around him. He decides he has to get out of this area and help his nation. He reads his spellbook and reads and incation. His body turns into a shadow mist that floats above the ground. His items and cloths also turn into this shadowy form. Mavis floats towards the enemy barricade in this form.

===near encampment====
The outer rings of tags laid by the anbu began to hum. Holy energy begins to flow into the air and ground above and beneath them more or less forming a protective ring/wall around the encampment.

====In Soragakure====
The members of the high council watched as the images of the seven commanders of the first army vanished as the illusionary magic used faded. They had just given their reports from the city Aldenheim, headquarters of the First Army. The room was silent as they waited to see the outcome of this war.

===Aldenheim, headquarter of the First Army aka Elite Anti-Demon First Army======
The seven commanders stood watch as their soldiers began to get into formation. Their army consisted of. (Each commander is in charge of one type of soldiers with the seventh in overall command.)

400 elite ranked crusaders of the Divine Order
300 priests of the Divine Order
300 Divine Seekers(archers trained to infuse arrows with holy magic)of the Divine Order
500 elite swordsman of the Divine Order
300 heavy and light artillery personnel (5 ppl needed to manage each artillery weapon)
200 high mages of the Divine Order

They watched as the priests and mages of the cities garrison began to chant. Whisps of whitish-blue energy began to swirl around them and was soon joined by tendrils of crimson red, cobalt blue, emerald green, and cerulean blue. As their voices rose, the air began to feel heavier and thicker. After a few seconds, their voices soon merged into one and there was a blinding flash. Once the flash faded, there was no trace of the army that was just there. The army would them about one and a one and half to two and a half weeks away from the camp if they traveled at full speed with minimal stops and the weather wasn't too bad. If the weather turned sour, they would let the artillery follow at a slower pace while the faster units would continue their advance.

OOC: First of all, your guys always shout something about the fatherland and the emperor. And you have once offered us surrender, not to mention you talked to one of my Arkanins in the beginning while the other two were watching. And I was talking about the big lich who's commanding your army.

OOC: Uh, THL here. When is the assault going to start.

OOC: Ya, I wonder too.. I don't mind if we fast foward, I'm running out of things to say about building the wall..

The Legions finally meet at the Shadow Forest.....

The Lich General Maga looks over The Vampire General Sarin Mizar and saids, "Your forces look terriable what happened?"

The Vampire General Sarin replies quietly, "We fell back to the forest we need more help in dealing with the barbarians than we intially thought."


The Lich General Maga took hold of her skull staff and her spell book of Necromancy and starts to chant a series of commanding words.


A large Dark Portal appears 500 yards away from the Amerath barricade/ Fort.

The Two legions enter with the intent of blood and revenge on there mind....

OOC: Finally a Chance to wage war!

"Commander! The Demons are back!"

Screamed one of the Elves. Nerwen nodded.

"Front ranks of archers, open fire!"

She ordered. The Elves took aim and fired into the air, a hail of arrows ready to crash down onto the horde.

The Rangers seized the chance to ambush the horde and the ones hidden in the trees around the camp opened fire, raining arrows from both flanks into the Deathronian ranks.

The eldar gasped at the gate, it was out of nowhere! He quickly turned to tell send a warrior to tell the great lord, but the commotion on the wall had attracted the attention of any person still in the camp. Shouts were rising up, challenging the undead as the warriors climbed to the 1st wall and destroyed any ramps leading over the walls themselves (they were for construction purposes.)

Hussarin stood on the 2nd wall, watching the portal. "Let them come, this time we are ready!"

The 30 archers that had stayed with the army began their rain of arrows from the 2nd wall as well.

The Skeletons and Zombies coming out of the portal found the arrows more of a nousance than a threat. however some found there legs or arms could no longer function thanks to the pirecing effect of a well placed arrow.

The Humans and other more mortal creatures enter behind using the Zombies and Skeletons as shields for incomeing arrows.

Some of the Necromancers cast Dark bolts towards the direction of the arrows were coming from....

OOC: Dark bolts are like lightning bolts but instead of electric damage they drain life energy from there target.

Three valiant rangers fell from the trees, and Aranor hoped up onto the fence, risking his own life to inspire his men. He held his sword high in front of the enemy.

"Men of Tocrowkia, this is where we prove our worth! Tonight, we will either live to see the defeat of our enemies, or die to ensure that our allies will live!"

He shouted. The Rangers in the camp shouted back, a great morale boost it was. Aranor then took his bow and arrow and began firing into their ranks, while rain began to fall from a storm that had blown in....

The Lich General Maga Kazar was slender but her mumified body did not help matters. Like the Emperor her eyes were red with the souls of devoured enemies. She looks uponed the doomed barbarian horde and saids, "A full attack will not help us here. I suggest using spells untill the enemy surrenders or asks for a parley."


The Vampire General replies, "My lady, These barbarians are not peasant warriors they are hardened veterans and full attack would be our best option."



The Lich Maga casts a spell and a series of Chained Dark bolts heads towards the enemy barricade with the intent of draining the life of anyone hit by it.

Some of the humans in the Legion duck to avoid its deadly arching effect.

OOC: alright, the walls I'm fighting from is not a fence, just incase anyone got anything mixed up. Also, a full on assault against verteran warriors is -not- the best option, just so you know, I got stuck with the art of war by the chinese guy at one time.

IC:

The elder started casting counter spells against the dark energy being launched at them, unfortunetly, some of the bolts managed to get through, killing off 20 warriors within the first few strikes. The elder frowned and began creating more seals to cast spells, this time using his 4 arms for 2 different seals at a time. He sent balls of light at the dark energy each time one was launched.

Hussarin raised his axe in defiance of the enemy approaching, swinging it over his head. "Come and meet true-death!". His warriors also raised their weapons: Hammers, pikes, axes, swords, whatever was nearby was raised up into the sky to show where the enemy was not going once they died.

The Legion unleashes a hail of arrows at the enemy. The Arrows are all posion coated at the tip. The Human Archers fire volley after volley into the enemy behind there barricade...



The Mass of Undead and human warriors watch the enemy. They know charging would be dangerous for them but not to charge could make them lose the intiave.


The Lich Mavis was nearly behind the enemy barricade. He would give the enemy a great surpise...


OOC: Please do not kill Mavis I plan to use him for other Rps..

The archers stood atop the 2nd wall proudly, some fell from arrows, but the rest kept firing off into the distance. The warriors had taken refuge between the 2nd and 1st wall inorder to avoid the archer war.

Noone suspected the sneaky lich.

IC: The Archer war continued some humans warriors and ghouls fell from the arrow attacks from the enemy.


The Lich Mavis remateralizes to solid matter. He saids, "I give one last service to my Lich Emperor Alfred Von Antheron." Mavis quickly mutters a series of vile evil words and commands. A Shadowy Gate appears behind the barricade and a Shadow Demon from the Plane Of Negative Energy appears out of the Gate. It screams and expands it's wings and claws. The Demon charges the at the enemy and attempts to kill all the enemies in it's path.

OOC: Think a 12ft tall humaniod creature with large batlike wings. It uses it claws to drain the positve energy of it's enemies. Those that die from there claws may end up having there souls devoured. They radiate an aura of fear. Holy magic and holy water hurts them badly.

OOC: make sure not to ignore my traps especially the outer ones:D though you can destroy them of course.

IC: As the undead army surged forward, the tags set down by the anbu began crackling with purifying energy. Holy energy made solid began forming walls of light around the encampment as the seals on the tags were activated. That would stop the undead for a while but would be useless against the living. Behind them, other tags such as the explosive tags waited for enemy to draw closer to them before detonating, releasing large explosions of fire. Other traps such as trip wires caused spikes to shoot out of the ground and kunai and shuriken to be shot out of traps in the trees.

The 42 crusaders got into formation and began casting spells of protection on themselves and further infused their swords with holy energy as they charged the demon inside the encampment. The priests summoned spells of binding and sealing while other priests shot blasts of holy light at it. The anbu squads quickly dashed forward, performing sets of handseals. The 30 mages joined the archers on the wall and began raining down spells of fire, lightning, and ice. Others used the element of wind to form barriers around them and the defenders while large spikes of earth rose out of the ground to impale their foes. Several mages were summoning geysers of boiling water from beneath the earth as well. The 50 archers deployed let loose twin volleys of arrows doused in holy water. They all hoped that they could hold them off until the First Army arrived.

The traps were effective in slowing the Undead Legions. Some of the humans and undead warriors fell because of the deadly traps. The Necromancers prepare a Shadow Field around the Undead army. This would make the area around the Undead slowly become corrupt and evil. Thus destroying some of the holy traps.....


The Lich Maga Kazar prepares to rain a spell of her own. The Dark Storm spell. (launchs random Dark bolts from the Sky and rains acid rain.) She prepares to launch it at the middle of the barricade.

Sensing the mass of Undead, the one-hundred Visorak (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9844936#post9844936) swarmed out of the nest. The launched their spinners once the came into range. Those of the Boggarak Visorak removed all moisture from their targets, thus causing them to become piles of dust; those of the Roporak Visorak were targeted at the enemy that had no physical bodies and drained energy from their targets; the acid of the spinners from the Keelerak Visorak literally caused their targets to melt. Also, when surrounded, the Keelerak Visorak jumped up into the air and spun rapidly, using the razor sharp ends of their legs to try "buzzsaw" the heads off of any enemies in range.

Several crusaders were downed by the demon fairly quickly. They were dragged back and treated by the priests. The anbu after launching several volleys of fire techniques and kunai doused in holy waters formed a handseal and vanished in a swirl of leaves.

Reappearing behind the enemy lines. The anbu captains used a jutsu that caused water to gush out of the ground as the water began to flow, the anbu began forming a long string of handseals. Soon, they all called out, "Suiton, Daibakufu no Jutsu!" Large pillars of water surged across the landscape toward the undead army leaving a trail of devastation behind them. The captains then formed their own handseals and called out, "Fuuton Renkuudan!" Spitting out large bullets of air that shot toward the army, tearing up the ground as they flew.

Demons and undead bloodlust
The elder looked back at the demon, and gasped, how'd that get there? He quickly saw the forces engaged with it and turned to tell the Hussarin, but..

Hussarin was still waving his axe, instilled with the need to avenge his fallen comrades. His warriors put their weapons down for a brief period of time inorder use their throwing axes whenever the enemy came in range.

Hussarin cried out, "Come to this wall and wimper like the cowards you are!"

The elder was doubting the survival of the Amerathian tribes.

Ozin's trap
Ozin smiled at this scene of battle, knowing it was his perfect time, he nodded to a group of warriors behind him and left to join the great lord's side in.. "battle".

Kings Orodullin and Thorin watched the long line of people file past them and into Underkingdom, people whose faces were sullen and whose limbs were tired. But then those people's spirits were lifted as, moving past them as they entered through the giant gateway leading to the underground dwarven city, soldier after soldier marched out. At long last, all of the tribal people were inside, and the assembled army outside. The various commanders were organizing their troops into formation while the aerial units were perched on the ledges above, looking down on the grounded army.

Once everyone was assembled on the field outside of the entrance to Underkingdom, they began moving out. The two kings were at the front of the army, Orodullin on his heavy warhorse, Thorin on his gryphon. Many of the dragons and gryphons were on the ground, walking alongside the army, particularly beside the phalanxes. Several of the fliers stayed in the air, taking in reconnaissance of the immediate vicinity.

As time was of the essence, larger machines of war were disassembled and hauled in wagons, accompanied by enough engineers so as to put the devices back into working order in a short amount of time. Practitioners of the medical arts were strewn throughout the lines, as were various levels of servants and messengers. The cooks, of course, stayed close to the many wagonloads of food and water provisions needed for an army of this size to be on the march, all of which were at the center of the army, the most protected spot.

It would be some time, however, before this army could cover the distance from Underkingdom to the Amerathian stronghold currently under seige.

Each of the Visoraks eventually run out of their individual supply of spinners. As they do, they go more melee. The Keelerak Visorak continue their "buzzsaw" technique, while the Oohnorak Visorak literally bowl over an opponent and try to bite the enemy's head off with their mandibles.

Some of the warriors on the wall suddenly start barfing at the scene of the visoraks, they were ferocious, they would admit, but maybe too dangerous for everyone.

Hussarin had stopped waving his axe and watched with slight unease, this world was very unfriendly.

Just then, Ozin walked up to the Great Lord and joined the other lesser lords. Hussarin took notice and looked at Ozin, "Oh, there you are, I thought you ran off."

Ozin frowned, "Of course not lord, why would I want to miss what's about to happen?" Ozin went back to his scheming..

Although the rest of the anbu had been deployed. The two watching Ozin remained. Carefully watching him, while cloaked, despite the chaos that surrounded him. They were quite nervous though. Would the commander return in time? After all, he was the strongest of them. Receiving a mental message from Kimura, one of the anbu slinked forward disengaging his cloaking technique and strode over to Hussarin and tapped him on the shoulder.

Hussarin turned to look at the tapper, before pulling his head away as an arrow flew past his head and hit one of the warriors behind him. He turned his attention away from the ninja and shouted profanities at the enemy. His thought of reason gone, "I'll kill 10 of you to avenge him!"

The Bulk of the Undead forces charge at the enemy. The Human Archers and Necromancers along with the Vampire Knights stay behind however.



The Dark Storm spell is cast. The barricade is suddenly being drenched by highly acidic rain. melting the armor and flesh of people exposed to it for to lond. The Dark bolts start falling from the sky. If an undead is hit by it acts like a healing effect. Even for the demon but the living suffer the life draining effects.

The Demon rampages the enemy from the south of the barricade. The North is surrounded by the majority of the Legions forces. The West and east are being hailed with magic and arrow fire.....

Mavis sensing his help has had an effect comits a teleport spell. He will hide in Death Hold for a while.

"No need to worry sir," said the anbu, "I'm a medic as well." Leaning down, the anbu began focusing his energy to draw out the poison and heal the wound so at least it wouldn't be fatal. "Sir the reason I came up here is to inform you that," he said, "If needed, we of the A.N.B.U. corps have managed to create a fortified area to which we can fall back. Head toward the sea. That is where it can be found."

Some of the warriors on the wall suddenly start barfing at the scene of the visoraks, they were ferocious, they would admit, but maybe too dangerous for everyone.

Hussarin had stopped waving his axe and watched with slight unease, this world was very unfriendly.

Just then, Ozin walked up to the Great Lord and joined the other lesser lords. Hussarin took notice and looked at Ozin, "Oh, there you are, I thought you ran off."

Ozin frowned, "Of course not lord, why would I want to miss what's about to happen?" Ozin went back to his scheming..

Seeing the actions of the soldiers when they saw the Visorak in action, Grim said from his perch near-by, "The Visorak may be deadly in battle, but, as they are creatures with limited minds, they only know how to obey them," he gestures to a trio of true-Dragons circling over-head.

Nuju and Nokama watched over Vakama while his tail healed. Meanwhile, the seven other true-Dragons joined the battle. They represented the Elements of Electricity, Air, Chaos, Light, Darkness, Earth, Stone, and Nature. The Dragon of Electricity rained down spat out bolts of lightning at the Undead army; the Dragon of Chaos launched spheres of pure chaotic energy from his maw; the Dragon of Nature caused the grass itself to wrap around the legs of the enemy; the Dragon of Air caused twisters to form and sweep through the Undead army; the Dragon of Light used her powers to create bright lights to distract and blind the enemy; the Dragon of Darkness surrounded his targets in mists of total darkness; the Dragon of Earth caused massive pillars earth to erupt from the ground; and the Dragon of Stone caused caverns to form under the ground, anyone stepping onto the soil above them would find themselves falling into the underground.

The rain was quite effective in halting the casting of spells. The mages cursed and shouted the priests. Several priests halted their assaults and called upon the spell of purity. It began to purify the acid rain that fell into the camp. Rather than burning, it became harmless water. One of the anbu smirked. Water...just what he needed. While most other shinobi of lower ranks learned mostly air based jutsu, the anbu were expected to learn a wide variety of them. It just so happened he like to use water jutus. Running to the top of the wall, he formed a string of seals before shouting, "Suiton,Suishouha!" The water began to shoot up and thrash around outside the camp, smashing into foes and either tried to crush them against the ground or drown them. He shouted to his partner to get here. He smiled a little, his partner favored lightning jutsus.....

OOC:Suiton,Suishouha- A jutsu which uses water to thrash all over the place drowning the opponent and slamming them into solid surfaces.

OOC: Just so we don't get confused, I thought the forest was in the south, and the plains to the north. Therefore, if the undead appeared from the defended side of the barricades, then they'd be on the south side, facing north towards the barricades. The demon, being inside the fortifications, would thus be north of the barricades. The encampment itself is wedged between two ledges. That is, if I interpreted Amerath's post correctly.

The Necromancer watched in horror as a number of undead were chrushed agaisnt the ground. (Drowning the dead is a little hard to do unless they were human foot soldiers as well.) The A Necromancer cast a spell upon the water making it unholy. This increases the strength of the undead creatures and gives them the ability to heal acting like a soothing current for undead forces. Three Necromancers chant and another Gate opens to the North and a Shadow Demon appears there as well. The Legions forces look upon the Demon to lead the assualt into the barricade.....

OOC: Rhinara has it correct as far as my knowledge goes, I was basing this on Deatharon's first posts about going "North" to hunt barbarians.

OOC: Technically, My forces were portaled to the battle field. Thus in theroy we could have ended up north in the portal. I only said I was 500 yards from the barricade. BTW Last Post for tonight but my forces on hold..

OOC: Yeah, that could happen, but then you wouldn't encounter the traps that Soragakure set for the undead and the exploding ones for the humans, since those were on the south side of the barricades. Also, from the north side, the encampment would be caught virtually defenseless, and the first demon would still be on the north side instead of the south side anyway. I don't want to sound nitpicky, I'm just trying to clear up potential points of confusion :)

OOC:Well now I'm confused as hell.

OOC: Ok for the sake of everyone here. I will edit my post so the confusion of everyone will be kept at a minimal amount. In Short Demon North, Most of Undead in the south..

OOC: Why is the Undead army not reacting to my Dragons' strikes and the Legion of Visorak? Remember, you can kill everyone I sent except for Grim and the three Dragons I named.

OOC: They are charging at the enemy meaning at the Legion of Visorak and there allies.

IC: The Vampire General notices the incomeing Dragon Attacks. He smiles and saids, "Shadows drain them of there life forces. There corpses will make great weapons agaisnt the enemy."

The Shadows come floating after the Dragons with the intent of draining there life forces...

OOC: Got ya. Must have mis-read earlier. One tends to do that at 5 am without having any sleep.
Now back to the battle. I intend to make this interesting.

IC: The seven true-Dragons broke formation when they noticed the incoming Shadows. The Dragon of Darkness created a space-black cloud mist between the scattering Dragons and the incoming Shadows. The Dragon of Light came up from beneath the Shadows after diving underneath the bottom of the cloud of Darkness and tried to blind their senses with a burst of light so intense the mid-day sun's surface would look dull by comparison, however, this left her needing five minutes to recharge enough to even emit the light equivilant of a dim candle.

About 20 Shadows were destroyed in the surpise attack. The other Shadows jump upon the Dragon of Light. They begin to drain the poor creatures life force. (There are roughly 150 Shadows on the poor dragon) They would try to drain the Dragon quickly and then pounce upon the Dragon of Darkness.

OOC: Argh sorry I lost track of my last post... So what about signing up as a dwarf army?? If its a yes add me on msn its EmperorsChampion666@hotmail.com

OOC: Dude a Dwarf army is fine. If you want to join post that your army is around somewhere and is trying to destroy or help the undead in the struggle for dominace of this area...

The Dragon of Light didn't stand a chance. As the Shadows drained the last of her energy, she plummeted towards the ground. Knowing she was going to die, she sent a mindspeak message to the Dragon of Electricity. He came swooping past and blasted the dying Dragon with a bolt of lightning, vaporizing her. Her dust spread on the wind.

OOC: One Dragon down, 6 Dragons and 100 Visorak left.

The Shadows had moved away from the Dying dragon moments before the electric blast so they could begin there feeding upon the Dragon of Darkness. Not of all of them got out in time and about 10 of them recieved terriable wounds from the electric attack...

Seeing the Shadows drawing closer to him, the Dragon of Darkness flew into the cloud of Darkness he had created earlier. He caused it to move with him when he reached the center. He also made it so dark inside that the darkness was almost tangible.

The Shadows blend into the Darkness. This was there element of choice and helped them to hide as they tried to move in closer to this dragon. The Shadows seem almost drawn to it...

The Darkness Dragon sensed the Shadows moving through his cloud. The other Dragons were busy attacking the Undead, so he took a deep breath with his massive lungs and, leaving the cloud behind, flew up. He kept going and going until he was so high that there was barely enough air pressure to support his weight.

OOC: Last post for a while. Got to find batteries for my mouse.

The Shadows being weight beings by material standards mearly float up to The Dragons location a begin to attempt to drain his life force. The Shadows hope his darkness will increase there already unholy strength.

The Dragons would meet stiff resitance from the massive forces of Skeletons and Zombies. The Ghouls and Human swordmen where also there attack them with there battle harden war cry, "Glory to the Imperial Fatherland and Long Live the Lich Emperor!!!!"

IC: Even though the Darkness Dragon flew around trying to outfly the Shadows, he couldn't hold his breath forever at this altitude; and the lack of oxygen was starting to get to him.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the Visorak that had spinners left, kept them in reserve and all one-hundred went melee on the Undead. The Keelerak Visorak continued to do their "buzzsaw" trick at neck level; the other Visorak just bowled over their targets and went for a head-bite.

OOC: Mouse is behaving now.

OOC EDIT: Argh, Mouse still acting up.

The Shadows hurried in there assualt agaisnt the Dragon of Darkness sensing his life force could not keep up this chase.......

The Skeletons used there weapons wheather swords, axes, maces, or fails to bash hack and harm there enemy. The Zombies being much slower used there pitchforks and long scyths to hack at the Visork threat. (keeping in mind there are hundreds of these creatures.)

The Human Swordmen being the majority of force here tried to envolpe the enemy from the sides. in a flanking manever.

The anbu halted his jutsu as his friend came to assist him. The anbu medic's hands flashed through several hand seals before shouting, "Raiton, kyuuden no jutsu!" Several spheres of lightning flew toward the soaked enemy soldiers.

OOC: Btw do you care what happens to the demon that Mavis summoned inside the fort?

OOC: No, I don't care about the Demon.

IC: Several Deatharon Humans swordmen were killed by the electric attack. The Skeletons seemed almost un affected. Some of the Zombies caught on fire as they continued there assualt...

With a final volley of holy flares, the demon dissolved into nothingness. The crusaders healed themselves quickly before riding toward the wall. The priests either healed the more seriouly wounded crusaders or headed toward the walls themselves.

====First Army======
The commanders watched the darkness gathering in one direction. "Is there any way to get there faster?" inquired one. "We need to get one of them to set a warp portal beacon so that we can figure out where to teleport us to," replied another. One of them pulled out a scroll and scribbled something onto it. Summoning a hawk, he tied it around its leg and watched as it flew swiftly toward the darkness.

Ariel, captain of the second swordsmen battalion, became aware of the bleakness of the land. Calling over her brother, she asked, "Zereth, look at this place! What could possibly do that?" Her brother sighed as he looked. "This, Ariel, is the result of the undead. I and the rest of the priests here have been purifying the land as we move. While we can't completely rid the land of this thing, we have been able to counter it. Over time, things may return to normal...hopefully," he said.

In the air

The Darkness Dragon eventually tired. Losing concisnous(sp?) from lack of oxygen and about to black out, his flight faltered and he was no longer able to mantain altitude. Gradually, at first, he glided downwards, but, in the end, his strength left him and his wings folded back and he plummeted ground wards. His impact site would be right in the middle of the battle below.

Visorak Battle

All five of the Vohtarak Visorak were killed by the the swords strikes. Two Keelerak Visorak were also killed, but their acid glands burst with the sword strikes sending the potent acid flying in every direction. If it got onto anyone's armor, they would best remove it before it melted its way through and started dissolving their flesh. Only the mucus secreted by the living Keelerak Visorak inside its acid sacks was known to be able to contain it.

As the crusaders made their way to the wall, they began singing loudly songs of praise and Light. The air around the allies seemed to be filled with positive energy, strengthening them. The priests who were at the walls began chanting in unison. Their voices blurring together until only there was one voice. The clouds seemed to be torn unsunder as their voices rose, the air above the camp was no longer dark and forboding but was the clear sky.

The battle force of dwarf thane Malaki Ironbeard

Dwarven Tunnelers-200, pick axes and shovels, stubborn
Dwarven warriors- 500, Axes and armour, stubborn
Ironbreakers- 300, Axes, a battle axe and Full battle armour, stubborn
Trollslayers- 150, Flails and axe, Unbreakable and massive psycopaths
Hammerers- 250, Warhammers and armour, unbreakable
Dwarf Crossbowmen- 100, crossbows and armour, stubborn
Demolition experts- 20, Explosions of old blackpowder style.
Rune lords- 3, magic stuff...
Dwarf lord Malaki Ironbeard- Enchanted axe of flaying, slaying and grudgebearing. Enchanted armour. magic pendants, charms and runes galore

20 miles east of the ranger camp, deep underground...
"Sir? We will arrive at the river soon, should we dig to the surface??"
"Aye laddy, lets get digging then" Malaki hefted his shovel. Unlike the human lords no dwarf was afraid to dig. "We will aim for about 15 miles west of here, should give us plenty of time for it, should only take us a few hours with these boomers"

OOC:Is this all ok??
p.s. Boomer- dwarven TNT you could say...

OOC: Yes Warshrike it will do....

IC: The Undead Forces on the ground pounced upon the fallen dragon...

The Visorak acid was effective agiasnt the already burning 10 Zombies melting away there burnt flesh into a puddle of gloop..


The Necromancers begin chanting the spell of darkness...

The Sky above starts to descend into a great darkness....


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The Soragakure first Army attempt to cleanse the Land.......

The Land was full of Necromantic energy. It would really strong holy magic to break such a terriable hold on the land. The local goblins tribes and trolls had long since vacated the land when they realized that the corruption was here to stay...

Zereth and several of his bretheren were speaking with each other. "The land hasn't been purified," said one. "Indeed, but that is because we don't have the time or the strength to do so at the moment," replied Zereth. Pulling out a scroll, he wrote something before summoning a falcon. Tieing it to its leg, he let it fly toward Soragakure. If they were lucky, they could drive back the undead and get one of the anbu to help them, as the A.N.B.U. corps drew the best from any and all paths, perhaps there would be several high priests among them. That or wait for a contigent of high priests to be deployed to this area.

Several Zombie wolves come chargeing out of the forrest. They bear there teeth and jump any Soragakure near them. There corrupt nature was caused by the terriable corruption in the forest. The animals in the forest had become abminations of there natural glory.

Zereth gave a heavy sigh. As the wolves drew nearer, he and the rest of his bretheren could already sense the powerful magic being weaved around them. Soon, the army was protected by a dome of fire and lightning before it quickly expanded outward toward the wolves. The Divine Seekers corps quickly nocked two arrows into their bow and began infusing them with holy energy.

The Wolves notice the magical domes and they have some of there old instincts that tell them holy magic is nearby. They wimper and try to retreat into the dark forest that spawned them...

With a wave of the captain's hand, the air was soon whistling with arrows, tips charged with holy energy, shining like diamonds in the sun, flying swiftly toward the retreating wolves.
The priests uttered a prayer of peace for the wolves as they watched the arrows fly.

ten wolves were hit by the magical arrows. They fall and give a howl in pain as there bodies reach true death...

The Other wolves that surrived and hid in the forrest start snarling and howling for there lost comrades.

Seeing that they were no longer present, the mages and priests cancelled their barrier spell. Reforming their formation, they continued on their urgent mission.

===With the hawk=====
The hawk flew swiftly and quickly occasionally resting here and there. It would reach their forces within a day or two.

The Wild life started to spy upon the Soragakure army. An undead bird sets out towards the undead army to warn them off the enemy approaching.

After they finished their jutsus, the anbu quickly vanished again. The mages seeing that the acid rain was no longer dangerous to them, began chanting again. Soon, bolts of fire, ice, and lightning began falling from the sky again.

The General Lich Maga casts to a shadow field spell. This would protect the undead army from the falling magic that threatens to destroy the Legions.

The Stone Dragon and Earth Dragon combined their powers and caused sinkholes of various sizes to appear under the enemy's feet. Meanwhile, several pillars of stone thrust up from the ground where the sinkholes weren't. This attack left the two Dragons drained. It would take them two hours each to recharge their energy.

The Human Archers take aim and shoot a volley of Posion coated arrows at the Dragons. This was after watching several Deatharon soldier fall into sinks holes thanks to that brutal attack..

Kimura and six other figures watched from a distance at the conflict. Gesturing for Isiel and Elewithe to come closer, he said, "I'm going to teleport you and your priest and priestess friend back into the camp. When you get there, do your best to help them. I'll stay here for a bit longer. I sense something is coming this way...." Nodding, the two crusaders and the priest and priestess walked into a blue portal that Kimura had summoned. They vanised in flash of blue light. Kimura sat silently on his mount with two of his trusted anbu captains.

The Vampire Knights of the Order of the Shadow Sword charge on the backs of the feared Nightmares. There Leech blades ready to spill the blood of there enemies....

Soon a cry of a hawk rang loudly in the sky, Kimura looked up. Even though he was wearing his white porcelain fox mask, one could easily tell that he was rather pleased. Sticking out his arm, the hawk landed. After having removed the note, Kimura took several minutes to read and re-read the message. "So...they're going to try and use a mass teleport? This should be interesting," he mumbled. Getting off his horse, he dismissed it before turning to face his captains. "You two, return to camp and help out. I'll be there soon enough." The captains nodded before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Kimura soon also vanished with a swirl of wind and leaves.

Reappearing far enough away behind the undead lines, Kimura bit his finger and smeared the blood on his palm. Slamming it into the ground, he said, "Kyuichose No Jutsu." Smoke filled the air and blocked him from sight as his technique was completed. "Come now old friend. We have a lot of work to do."

---back at the encampment----
The crusaders and priests were glad as their leaders rejoined them. The anbu captains reappeared inside the camp before hiding themselves with genjutsu. They were resuming their survellience on Ozin.

One of the more powerful Necromancers starts to chant the ancient spell for the Plague of undeath. The dead would soon rise again and begin there unholy march agaisnt the Enemies of the Empire. (This will effect the bodies of dead humans, Elves, Dragons, ect)

The Human Archers take aim and shoot a volley of Posion coated arrows at the Dragons. This was after watching several Deatharon soldier fall into sinks holes thanks to that brutal attack..

The arrows rattle against the scales of the Earth Dragon as she vears away. The Stone Dragon isn't so lucky. The arrows pierce the thin membrane of his wings. As well as causing him to loose his lift and start to fall, the arrows also transferred some of their poison to the edges of the wound.

OOC: Arrows, when aimed just right, they can put the biggest of Dragons down for the count.

Inside a beautiful glade a stream meandered through a forest. To the right of the glade there was a pile of rocks where could be heard, if you listened closely, a slight tinking sound, another scraping, and occasional muffled booms. A small pebble fell off one of the boulders... followed by another. More pebbles followed and grunting could be heard. A massive boulder slowely rolled over, dwarves shoving it off their newest tunnel with grunts of effort. Then their lord clamoured out of the tunnel, dust on his armour. "Is this it?? Is this the stream??" The dwarves had been questing for many years to find a stream of legend amoung their people. It was said to be a stream of Alcholic water, which would make the dwarves happier than anything else. He ran as fast as his stumpy legs would move him, almost falling into the water and finding that it was... plain water... He spat it out.
"Ack, where is this blasted river!! Ok lads, out of the tunnel" He took out a map out of his armour breatplate. "Ok, now according to this, there's another stream about 7 kilometre's to the west of here, so rather than waste our effort digging, we will march in our glory!!" After half an hours rest they had left the tunnel and began marching west, straight towards the ranger camp.

OOC: Feel free to post whenever you want them to arrive, or just bump into 'em (Anyone at all that is)

((OOC: Someone catch me up please. Kthnxbye.))

Ariel raised an eyebrow at the sound in the woods. Watching the Seeker commander order several Seekers to check it out, she poundered on what it could possibly be.

---------------with Kimura------------------
As the smoke cleared, it revealed a small flaming phoenix. "Yo Boss!" the little bird chirped. "Oh it's you Fenikkusu-kun," Kimura replied, "Do you think you can do a favor for me?" Nodding, the small phoenix listened carefully as Kimura gave him his instructions.

-----------back with the Divine Seekers------------
Leaping silently from tree to tree, they paused as they saw these....short....people or rather dwarves to be precise. After conversing silently among themselves in high elven, one of the seekers lept down from the tree and called, "Greetings oh dwarven strangers. What might you be doing here in these lands."

Seeing the dragon fall from the air, a group of priests began chanting spells of healing, while others casted spells of purification to eliminate the poison.

The Legions kept up there deadly assualt the dead on both sides kept rising to join the Undead... The Lich General Maga watched the spectale from the safety of the back along with Vampire General Sarin. They continued to plan on how to direct the assualt to finish off the Amerath and there numerious and powerful allies...

The priests were very worried as the undead rose and drew nearer. They needed those elite priests who had joined the A.N.B.U. One of the priests called over an anbu captain and asked him to deliver a message to those elite priests. Nodding, the anbu vanished in a puff of ninja smoke.

Reappearing among the hidden anbu, he whispered the request to another captain. The captain nodded and gestured for several of the other anbu to follow him. They reappeared on the walls and began chanting a powerful spell. The massive amounts of holy energy they summoned soon became visible. It was swirling around them as if they were at the center of a hurricane. The winds whipped around them as they chanted.

A group of 25 Necromancers start casting a series of Negative Energy blast spells. The Living enemies would start feeling drained and weakened as Negative energy kept smashing into them and causing damage.. The holy barriers were however effective in protecting people from the Necromantic energy that surged towards them...

The anbu hidden began to feel their strength being drained. Knowing full well that they had to move, they decided to split up. Half would return and reinforce the camp while half would teleport further back, outside the range of the spell.

The anbus' voices began to rise as they neared the end of their spell. With a final gesture, they called out, "Basilica!" The area around the entire encampment took on a golden glow as pure light began to stream down from the heavens and onto the camp encasing it in it's protective warmth. This would provide some lull in the fighting and perhaps help would come soon.

OOC: Basilica- Powerful holy barrier spell. Also known as the absolute barrier. Prevents attacks from going in or out of it.

The Undead halted in there tracks. The Powerful barrier made it impossiable to attack the enemy. The Vampire Lich Maga is furious about this turn of events and begins to think of Ancient spells of Necromancy that might break this new problem...

Kimura raised an eyebrow as he sensed the massive amounts of holy energy being used. "Well...," he muttered, "Guess that's a big enough surge of energy to serve as a beacon to the army. Might as well set mine off too." Turning to face the small phoenix, he nodded. The phoenix nodded in return. It flew high into the sky before engulfing itself in flames. It soon resembled a mini supernova.
-------First Army------
The priests and mages gave a shout of joy as they felt the massive energy given off by the spell of Basilica and the phoenix. They quickly moved into the middle of the army formations and began chanting their spell. Reinforcements were on their way.

-------Divine Seekers----
The Divine Seekrs sat restlessly in the trees awaiting the dwarves response.

Seeing the dragon fall from the air, a group of priests began chanting spells of healing, while others casted spells of purification to eliminate the poison.

The spells removed the traces of the poison and healed one wing. The healed wing caught a gust of wind and allowed the Stone Dragon to land safely, though heavily.

The Undead seeing the Dragon recovering from there attack howl in rage.. The Barrier made it impossiable to attack the beast and bring it on the side of the Legions...

OOC: Last Post for tonight need to go to bed.

The priests' and mages' voices grew louder and louder as they neared the completion of their spell. Soon...

OOC: Last post for the night too.

The Necromancers prepare to attack the Barrier... They think of powerful Necromantic spells that might break the barrier...

Within a minute, there was a bright flash of light. As the light faded, a relatively large blue-white portal appeared. Several Seekers remained to see what the dwarves were up to while the rest rejoined the army. Once they were ready, they marched into the portal.

-----In the encampment---
The priests did not waste time as the barrier stood. Drinking rejuvenation potions and mana potions, they rushed to care for the injured and dieing. Mages sat down to rest and drank some potions as well. The crusaders sat resting but ever vigilient. The anbu placed several stips of paper on the wall and on the gates.

OOC: This is my very first post on these forums, so wish me luck =P

IC:
With a slight gust of wind, seven figures emerge from behind the trees next to the encampment. They walk towards the gate.

Greetings, I am Reikage, leader of the Nation of the Missing Nin. I received word from Dragon Emperor that you were in need of assistance. I have brought three of my most skilled medical ninja as well as my three best Jounin. I see you have wounded. If I could be granted access to your encampment as well as an update on the situation I may be able to provide some assistance.

OOC: A nation of missing nin....interesting...

OOC: Good luck, my friend.

IC: On the ground

Five Roporak Visorak took up formation around the group from Missing Nin in case the enemy decided to attack.

In the air

The Electricity Dragon fired off several lightning bolts targeted at the center of the Undead army.

A loud thump was heard as several hundred dwarves jumped and landed with a crash. Up and down the line you could hear gruff mutters of "What is it??" and "Stupid pointy-earred freak!!" And yet Malaki stepped forward, fingers drumming on the haft of his axe. "What is your purpose elfborn??" He looked around "And how many more of you are in these blasted tree's??"

The high elf raised an eyebrow at the dwarf's statement. "We are part of a force deployed to help relieve our allies who are currently besieged by undead. As for how many of us remain here, there aren't many here right now since I do believe our spell casters have opened a gateway to our destination. Ah...I do believe that's the signal." The Seekers turned and moved swiftly back toward the army. "I bid you good fortune on your endeavors, whatever they may be dwarf." The seeker said before joining his comrades.

The Necromancers unleash the spell they hope will break the Barrier. The Pirceing Darkness spell. A Massive Arrow made up of some of the most vile and destructive Negative energy is launched at the barrier. The hope is that it will pirce through it or make an opening. The Lich General Maga unleashs the spell Unholy Speed. The Undead start moving extermely fast the Zombies our even moving like normal people and the army charges at the encampment.

As the powerful dark spell slammed into the barrier, it caused a massive distortion in it, sending ripples of golden light along the barrier, but it still held nonetheless. The anbu maintaining the barrier strained to keep the barrier up. As strong as they were, another one or two of those spells would most certainly punch a gap through part of the barrier if not collapsing it outright. Shouting to some of their comrades, the anbu called for several more anbu and priests to help reinforce the barrier.

The Necromancers begin to chant and prepare the Pirceing Darkness Spell agian. It would take awhile to power it up. The Lich General Maga watched as her forces tried to strike the barrier with swords, Maces, and Arrows...

As a portal opened up near him, Kimura let out a small chuckle and greeted one of the commanders, "Welcome to my humble abode. So....what took you so long?"

====back at camp=======
The anbu were scrambling to prepare what defenses that could still be added to the fort. Several priests and some more magically oriented members of the anbu were in conference, preparing a mass teleportation spell to the hidden fort which could be used if the need arises....

The Necromancers continue there unholy chant trying to increase there power of the next attack once it is unleashed they hoped the barrier would fall unleashing the might of the Legions.....

The Generals Lich and Vampire laugh as they see there enemies about to be destroyed by the vast host of the Legions aganist them...

The army soon fully crossed through the portal, including it's siege artillery. After everyone was ready, Kimura led them toward the encampment. The time when the victor would be decided was drawing ever closer....hopefully, they would prevail, if not...well it wouldn't be pretty for the inhabitants of these lands......

====City of Aliel, Headquarters of the Second Branch of the Elite Anti-Demon Army=====
The city itself sat serenely on the side of the mountain, mist and fog hanging around it, giving it a majestic and awe-inspiring appearance.

Within one of the large towers near the center of the city, there was a conference between the Second Army's commanders and the high council. Everything hung on the outcome of the battle on the plains of Amerath.

The Pirceing darkness spell was unleashed against the barrier. The Necromancers once again sent the Dark arrow of pure vile Negative energy at the holy barrier.

The Undead were still boosted by Lich Maga's spell they kept hammering at the barrier with the intent on devouring the barbarians. The Human warriors hid behind the undead hosts...

The barrier seemed to almost give way, but barely managed to stay intact. One more shot. One more shot would destroy the barrier. All the anbu and priests knew that. Fortunately, they had managed to use the time bought by the spell to recuperate and prepare. With a final gaze at the tides of darkness, they steeled themselves for the incoming onslaught.

OOC: I hope Amerath posts soon, I'd rather not start the battle without him :D

The Necromancers could see the barrier weakening. They begin another very draining chant to cause the spell again. They feared this would make them to weak to cast more spells for the rest of the battle.


The Undead kept up there fearsome swarm tatic. The Humans in the Legions were thinking, Man I am glad to be on this side of the battlefield...

Within the encampment, the priests and mages had gathered together and began chanting softly in the high elven tongue. Whisps of arcane and divine magic began to manifest themselves visibly, interweaving themselves. The invaders would have quite a surprise when they finally shattered the barrier of basillica.

------behind enemy lines--------
A lone figure stood as a silent witness at what was happening, his white hooded cloak rippling in the wind.

The Lich General Maga watches the battle. She is furious that the Legions are being halted by a now obviously weaken barrier. The Necromancers were tired but they were chanting to the Gods of Death themselves to enpower this spell. The Negative energy around here had offically tripled increasing the strength of the undead... This did not help the humans however.

The barrier of basillica gave off a pale golden light as it was severly weakened. But still it gave off it's light as if in defiance of the coming darkness. All the soldiers of Soragakure knew the barrier would shatter and that it wasn't a matter of if but rather when. The air was tense as they waited for the barrier to fail.

The Pirceing Darkness spell was released, The Arrow of pure darkness came at the barrier with the intent on finishing this stalemate.

The Legions watched the Powerful spell heading to the once formiable barrier...


OOC: I will not post any advances untill Amerath and the others post...

As the powerful spell made contact with the barrier, a sound like shattered crystal filled the air. The pale golden light that the barrier was made from seemed to shatter like crystal, raining down on the invaders as if it were the last dying gesture of the barrier. The small shards of light were infused with bits of holy energy, but was also sharp like broken glass. As they fell, what light there was seemed to cause an eery, but beautiful golden light to be cast as if in mournful requiem for the dead.

OOC: Is this suppose to be holy energy meant to damage the undead?

OOC: Not really. It's more or less meant to weaken them rather than hurt them and to make those who can feel anything feel veryyyy uncomfortable, but shouldn't be lethal or cause any real injuriest to anyone.

"Undead??" The dwarves keep had been assaulted by undead a few hundred years ago, and was still in the book of grudges. The dwarves dident like magic all that much, or elves for that matter, but a grudge was a grudge... "May I ask if you need any aid against those abominations??"

The Seeker halted and turned to face the dwarves. "Noble dwarf, it would indeed be an honor to fight alongside such sturdy fighter such as yourselves against the undead. But we must move quickly now. The portal has been opened and I am unsure of how long it shall remain so," he said gesturing in the direction of the portal before heading back toward it.

"Very well, elf, we will follow you to this 'portal'" He turned back to his army, raised his hand for silence. "Alright men, form up!! We've got a grudge to settle!! We march fast, any who cannot make it, head back to the tunnel and await us there" one or two of the tunellers headed back, the older ones. The rest started crashing through the forest after the elf, and they began chanting one of the ancient dwarf warchants as they went...

Two elite priests were waiting in the clearing. Seemingly unsurprised at the dwarves entrance, they merely gestured toward the portal behind them and said, "Hurry now, after you and the dwarves enter, we'll go through ourselves and close the portal." Nodding, the seeker walked into the portal and vanished.

The dwarves froze. Magic... Elves... Two things that were bad enough on their own, little own together. Then again... There's a grudge to be settled!! The dwarves formed into marching columns, began moving through the portal with their heads held proud. After all, they had to make a good impression on their new allies!! As Malaki, of course at the head of the columns, went through the portal, he saw...

OOC: Ill let you answer that as I'm not sure where he is going... or whos there... or a lot of other things. Oh and Sorak, do you know wut happened to Walking out of the valley??

OOC: Ahh...I do believe it went off on some tangent, I could bump it if you want.
IC: After the dwarves had gone into the portal, the priests followed them. Within a blink of an eye, they reappeared near on hilly terrain. Before them lay the first Soragakure's Anti-Demon armies. Kimura noticed the dwarves and decided to greet them. Walking forward, he pulled off his white fox mask, bowed low, and said, "Welcome master dwarf. It is good to know that there are those out there willing to battle the tides of darkness. As you can see, the army is currently preparing itself to move into some fortified positions before we begin our assault. If you strain your eyes, you can see a massive blot of darkness on the land. That I do believe would be the undead army. I must advise some level of caution and planning as they do possess very powerful spellcasters last time I checked." Turning to one of the hills, he saw a trebuchet being carefully entrenched and protected with several earthen spiked walls. Ballistas were also being loaded and entrenched and the Seekers and mages soon joined them in the trenches. The priests had begun placing anti-undead wards around and in front of the trenches. The swordsman and crusaders were taking care to examine their weapons before entering into combat.

OOC: I cant even find it anymore... and it got wiped from my subscriptions...

IC: The dwarves looked over the scene carefully. Malaki stepped forward with his runesmiths to greet this newer elf "Greeting to you to elf. Bah, our runesmiths will stop their spellcasting with ease!! And... hey... What are you doing!! Thats not how you build a bolt thrower!!" He noticed the way these fools were building their war engines. No skill... "How about we show you how its done elf?? Engineers, to me. So how about it elf?? You handle the magic, and WE'LL handle the important stuff!!" The other dwarves began moving over to an unoccupied hill, to begin polishing their armour and sharpening their weapons. This made an awful noise, and would of woken the dead, if they werent already awake that is.

OOC:For those of you playing at home, Bolt thrower= Ballista

Kimura paused to consider the offer. Nodding, he said, "That will be perfectly acceptable." Dwarven war machines would most definitely prove useful. Wards and barriers were being prepared by the priests and the mages were meditating, waiting for the signal.

-----Inside Camp-------------
As the barrier of basillica fell, the anbu captains drew out several strange scrolls and performed a set of handseals before slamming it into the ground. A large explosion appeared overhead as if signalling someone.....

What with all the light shows in the sky off in the distance, it was difficult not to notice anything. The entourage of soldiers making their way westward looked up at every bright flash, and murmurs would run through the line of them.

In due time, a dragonrider landed near the two kings and reported on what he witnessed at the chokepoint where the Amerath defenses stood against the massive tide of evil. Things did not look good for the defenders.

With an order from King Orodullin, the army pressed on at the faster pace, bent on coming to the rescue of the defenders before it was too late.

The army watched as the barrier shatter. Kimura turned and shouted, "Let's get moving, that's the signal!"

The dwarven engineer's began swarming around the elven constructs, udoing and redoing knots, sanding them down to make them run smoothely. they even began giving some of those foolish enough to stay a lecture... "You see, when you fir the big rocks like these, you may crush a regiment, IF you hit them!! Now, say you fire these smaller rocks, then you got the advantage of firing more tha one, so you can hit more enemies at the same time see..." As all this was going on though, the best engineer's and the demolition experts had gone inside a tent they erected, and the sounds of hammers on metal could be heard, the reek of dwarven gunpowder escaping the sides...

The Undead after dealing with there unsettling feeling they recieved from the collasping barrier advance. The Humans swordsmen right behind them.. The enemy would see the sea of Undead and humans marching agaisnt them in there black armor and dreaded weapons unseathed and ready to go...

Some of the elven siege engineers nodded at the dwarves advice. One of them then said, "What you say is indeed true, but we don't plan to use rocks on them. Since these artillery units are part of the Anti-Demon Armies, we usually use these." As he finished his sentence, one of the high elven engineers walked forward with a large translucent orb that seemed to hold many smaller orbs within. The orbs seemed to give off a golden-fiery glow...

A dwarf popped up from nowhere seemingly, grabbed the orb before the elf could do anything. "This?? You trust magic?? The rocks WOULD be better!! And yet these would be even better than those!!" He tossed the orb in the air as he began walking away, not caring if it fell and smashed... 'I mean, Glass to kill Demons?!?!?! What a foolish race the elves are...' He went into the tent and you could hear gruff voices coming from within. "So this one is ready??"
"Aye, cap'n" This voice began coughing as though a lifetime smoker...
Several dwarves began grunting from within, though more work could still be heard, and slowely rolled out a dwarven cannon. It was naturally intricratly(sp??) carved with dwarf runes of magic and luck. They wheeled it over to face a tree from a range of about 35 metres. The dwarf who had taken the orb came back to the elf. "Now THIS is how you kill something!!" The cannon crew had it loaded, and the dwarf had noticed the elf had caught the orb. "HA!! Glass... Fire!!" The cannon boomed low, spewing fire from its mouth, and with it came a lare metal orb, carved with runes as was the cannon. It broke the trre in half, went straight through several more before hitting a large stone an exploding in a fireball. "That, elf, is how you kill things!! GLASS!! HAHA!!" He and the other dwarves began laughing uproariously.

The elven engineer gave sigh of relief as he managed to catch the orb before it shattered. Watching the dwarven weapon go off, he was amazed at it's firepower. Smirking a little though, he walked over to a trebuchet crew and handed them the orb before instructing them to fire at tree further away. Nodding the crew loaded the orb and removed the restraints, the orb was thrown high into the air and as it reached its highest point, it split open. Fiery red orbs seemed to cover the area around the tree. As the orbs shattered, they let loose the magic bound within, covering the area around the tree in a fiery conflaguration of intense liquid flame. It continued to burn for several minutes before dying down. Once the flame died down, what was left of the tree and the area around it were large puddles of molten liquid.

"BAH!! Magic!! Useless!! If you thought the cannon was impressive, wait till the mortar is done!! Not to mention the volley gun!! I spose I must admit though, that wasnt bad... For an elf machine anyway!!" He looked the elf in the eyes, held out a greasy looking hand. "The names Anaba, Im cheif engineer of our forces. And by the way. Your trebuchet, Its built wrong. You have a double knot where there should be a triple... And dont even have a knot there!! And look on that side, The angles are all wrong!!" 'This one doesent seem bad... For an elf...

The high elf smiled and clasped Anaba's hand. "Well met Anaba. My name is Avalith, head of the engineering corps for the first army. My engineers will adjust our engines as you have instructed and I must admit that I am anxious to see what other devices you have."

OOC: sorry, was busy with other things in life...

IC:

And there, suddenly, on the wall, stood The Arkanin and Hussarin, both stared at the battlefield, arrows from their archers firing off into the mass. The warriors ready to attack anything coming too close. Hussarin raised his axe in defiance yet again..

He spoke to the new comers and smiled as best he could, "Welcome to Amerath, we are currently in a bad situation." With that he dropped the axe towards the battlefield, letting his single catapult fire towards the mass of undead. He was just trying to keep morale up. (Wonder what happened to that demon?)

He shouted out to his warriors, "Steel yourselves! The enemy approaches, and I expect this to be the last of our fight! Free life to the tribes of Amerath." Every warrior in the barricade pit roared out at the enemy.

"Come for true death!"

The surving truedragons landed in friendly territory to rest and regain their strength.

Few minutes later (near Avalith)...

Grim walked gracefully out of the darkness and said, "Excuse me, but I thought you should meet Miss Saka. She just teleported in from the Dominion."

The woman (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/catgirl_1207.jpg) that had walked up behind the Gargoyle smiled and nodded in greeting. Her revolver resting in its holster on her left hip.

"All right Avalith, all in good time." The dwarf grinned at the elf. "Some things are best left unused until there needed... But I think we can make an exception. We'll show you a mortar first shall we??" he nodded to the cannon crew
By this time, the tent had fallen almost silent. The cannon was rolled back inside, and soon the dwarves came back with another intricate machine. This one had a far wider mouth that slanted upward at a rougly 45 degree angle. They armed this one as far away as they could. It took them moments to call everyone to duck, before flames belched forth flame. At first nothing happened. Then a whistling noise could be heard, and almost 500 metres away a massive gout of flame appeard on the ground. "Now THATS a weapon!! Still, its nothing compared to our volley guns!!"

As the warriors of Amerath roared at their approaching enemy, their voices were joined with the thunderous roar of a Remtkaran dragon from seemingly out of nowhere. That, in turn, was chorused by the bellows of other dragons and the higher-pitched shrieks of the gryphons, combining their voices into an earth-shaking clamor from the east. The sound dies off, followed by a brief silence before the heavy whooshing of wings filled the air, and the forms of nine dragons and fifteen gryphons floated over the rolling hills and up into the sky. Fire belched forth from the dragons, while the hammers of the dwarven gryphon riders crackled and sizzled with lightning, a tactic intended to strike terror into the enemy before engagement.

For those paying more attention to the hills than to the fliers, the front row of the Remtkaran army could be seen topping the hills. They were followed by row after row after row of men, wielding various armors and weapons. Some were heavily armored with swords, others with lighter armor and 18-foot long pikes. Others still were mounted on horses, and even more appeared to be squat and stout warriors with bushy beards.

The aerial fighters flew over the tightly packed mass of the undead army, the dragons unleashing their flamethrower-like breaths while the gryphon riders electrocuted their targets below with long arcs of blue electricity zapping forth from their enchanted hammers. This was, of course, to keep the enemy off-balance long enough for the army to get into formation.

With various blows of different types of trumpets, the army from the east would change course or hold position or form up their lines. Staying just outside of arrow range, the very front lines of the army was composed of archers, each wielding a longbow and an arrow, ready to be nocked in an instant. Two arrows stuck into the ground in front of each of these archers to provide for a quick retrieval for successive waves of arrow attacks. Behind them was a much larger group of infantry. The soldiers, pikemen, wore medium armor and held onto their long pikes upright. Shields strapped to their left arms were designed with grooves as to allow the pikes to rest on them while in a horizontal position. These pikemen were formed into five main columns, with some space inbetween them to allow the archers to retreat through before they would quickly close up the gaps to form a solid front. To their sides and their backs were a host of swordsmen and dwarven warriors, and the flanks were composed of various cavalry units. More archers were positioned near the middle of the formations, and the catapults were by the rear.

The two kings and their retinue were at a nearby hill, which was higher and gave them a better vantage point to watch the battle from.

The Remtkaran allied army had arrived.

Remtkara (Human)

Infantry
Swordsmen 300
Pikemen 600
Archers 150

Cavalry
Knights 50
Horsemen 200
Archers 50

Aerial
Dragonknights 9

Non-Combatant
Engineers 100
Chefs 10
Doctors 20
Other 100


Ianorea (Human)

Infantry
Swordsmen 100

Magic-User
Wizards 2
Archmages 5
Mages 20


Underkingdom (Dwarves)

Infantry
Warriors 200
Clerics 20

Aerial
Gryphon Riders 15


TOTAL: ~2000

The Amerathians cut short their roar as suddenly, there were many more than their small army could detect. They looked around in confusion before seeing the amassed army heading towards them, cries of encouragement went out from the 200 tribesperson army.

Hussarin smiled at the battlefield, waving his axe in circles over his head as a greeting. The lesser lords began gossip over rumors of who the new ones were. Ozin stood quiet.

Laughing, Avalith shouted, "I'll have to wait a little, the barrier has just fallen. We must prepare to launch our assault now." Rushing over to the other elven engineers, he began shouting out orders.


---------Sora no Kuni, capital of Sora region, headquarters of the Sacred Order-------
The mist that hung around the city seemed to add to its already awe-inspiring beauty. The sunlight that streamed through the mist shined upon the alabaster colored towers of the city. A lone figure could be seen rushing through the city and into the central tower.

The messanger gave a sigh of relief after he delivered the scroll to a guard inside the tower. The guard placed the scroll into a tube and dropped into a pipe.

At the other end of the pipe, the scroll fell out and landed in a box. A figure dressed in pale blue robe with silver and white edges and a light bright steel breastplate picked up the scroll. Opening it, he let out a gasp. Kimura-sama had just given orders for the 1st Elite Anti-Demon Dragoon Corp to be deployed immediately. They were authorized to get them to his location by whatever means necessary. Quickly, he rushed off to alert the 1st Corp's captain.