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This is the IC thread for this thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=537324

A heavy mist decends over the sleepy village of Kau'rk, nestled in the mountains. It is early in the morning and no one is around, save for the guards patroling the streets and the monks in the temple of Uelimro, the Eternal of Honorable War, Justice, Unity, and Peace. Two figures walk out of the village gates and walk the hidden path down the mountain. A young male and a female Xiscapian. The male has a lanky, tall, (about 6,0) build, with silver/gray hair, yellow eyes, pale skin, and pointed ears. He's about 16. He could be mistaken for human, was it not for the fox tail and ears, as well as the pointed "elf" ears and yellow eyes. Combined, his apperance made for a odd-looking but formidible being. A black-sheathed katana hangs from his belt. The female is different. Though she also has a fox tail and ears, as well as pointed more human ones and yellow eyes, her build is much smaller. She is about 5,5, with long ebony hair, pale skin, and almond shaped eyes. She's about 16. If she was human she would be considered pretty, but as an Xiscapian she was beautiful. A white katana swings slightly at her side as she walks. They both wear forest-green vests, white shirts, brown boots, and black pants. The males name is Foxfire Rose. The females is Holly Swong. Foxfire has a bow slung across his back with a quiver of arrows, as well as a knife. Holly has a bow also, as well as several shurikens, or throwing stars as some call them. They are both proficient fighters, but Foxfire is the Destined One. It was said in a prophecy hundreds of years ago that he would help bring peace and balance to the world. How or when was unknown. They were both skilled in magic, Foxfire's gift, as with many Xiscapians, was being able to easily control the elements, while Holly's was being able to heal most wounds and drive her enemies mad with her magic. Now, they went out. Stories and rumors were everywhere. Something was happening. Then one of the monks in the temple recieved a vision from Uelimro. A torn battlefield...dead bodies, blood spilling out of them...flames and chaos, the stuff of nightmares. Now the two of the villages greatest warriors were being sent out, to find out what they could. Both had the blessing of the Emperor himself, high up in the mountain, above Kau'rk. They continued in silence down the mountain, the mist twisting and swerling about them.

A party of young orcs followed the two Xiscapians at a distance. They weren't old enough to actively hate them yet, but they were seizing up the possibility of a successful attack. The youngest walked a bit too fast and tripped over a body, his small dagger clattering onto a fallen sword. The other orcs hid, but the youngest was too scared to move.

Foxfire's highly sensitive ears picked up the sound of the dagger hitting the sword. He turned and muttered "Seitz." Instantly the mist cleared from the area the sound had come from. A young orc stood over a lump on the ground. No, Foxfire thought, not a lump...a body. A human body. He twitched his hand and the grass under the orcs feet began to curl and wind it's way up his legs, trapping him. Foxfire stared hard at him. Orcs and humans? Here? How do they know of the hidden path? By this time Holly too had turned around. She walked forward, her mind flying out of her to the young orc. She entered his mind, like a little wispearing voice. Why are you here? It asked.
OOC: Holly (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi202.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Faa149%2FMoonLitNightSky%2FTaki.jpg&searchTerm=taki&pageOffset=15)
Foxfire (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi111.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fn125%2Fbakahime%2FMale%2Fgotokuneko.jpg&searchTerm=male%20kitsune&pageOffset=4)

The strange voice that didn't speak, as such, as living in dark caves had that effect on you.
"We're here to find a new cave system," he lied."We're running out of room." He quickly glanced around, looking for his comrades. He couldn't see them anywhere and gulped.

Holly had since reached the orc and the body. She turned the man over, talking to the orc all the while. The voice spoke softly, even tenderly. The orcs and their kind are not running out of room. They will not run out of room for a long time. Why do you lie to me, little orc? I can sense your intentions...did you kill this man? Blood leaked out of the dead man's mouth and his eyes were rolled up into his head.

"These humies were dead before we got here!" he said quickly. "We didn't kill them!" He began to sweat slightly, it was his first un-orc contact.
"We came here to scavenge armor," he muttered under the Xiscapian's piercing gaze. "It's an initiation rite."

I understand orc customs. He was already dead... Holly could sense that the orc was telling the truth. Who's "we"? Are there more of you around? The Xiscapian had thought she had sensed the presence of others. She looked at the dead human again. He appeared to have been stabbed repeatedly in the chest, likely by a larger blade, such as a sword. No dagger or knive had done this.

The orc swore in his head.
"There were a couple of us, but the others left a while back." He still couldn't see his comrades, and believed they had truly fled. "C-c-can I go?"

Holly stood from the body, signaling with her mind to the village guard that there was a body down here. "One last thing." she said, not using mind powers any longer. "Were you intending to attack us?" Foxfire flipped his hand and the grass unwound from the orc's feet, leaving him free to move.

"I was just here for the armor... One of my squadmates was planning to though..." He was still nervous and tried to shy away behind the body. "He legged it a while back... The boss weren't too happy with 'im. Think he's dead."

Holly nodded. "Go." she turned around, walking towards Foxfire. A couple of guards came down from the village to pick up the body and bring it back to the village. Holly reached Foxfire. "I wounder who killed him?" Foxfire shrugged. "One of ours? He is on the hidden trail. Some kind of scout or spy, maybe. It dosn't matter. The village will sort it out." They continued on, down the trail.

The orc ran as fast as he could away, but got caught in the leg by an arrow. Yelping, he fell to the ground. The other orcs set upon him, yelling incoherently insults like 'Traitor!'. The orc youngling was torn apart and cut into pieces by the other orcs. The orcs then ate the pieces and gathered up his bones, putting them in a leather sack. Another group of orcs from the caves joined them. They began to take armor and swords from the human corpses.

Alehkra, Lord of Chaos, watched as his Methualgra prepared. They were readying their katanas, every once in a while a wakazashi (Did I spell that right Xiscapia? You seem to know Japanese weaponry) They were getting ready, ready to do what they did best. Slaughter, torture, spread their Lords will. Their bright blue eyes seemed only slightly dimmed by the sunlight, whereas Alehkra blood red eyes glittered darkly. He wondered who to attack. The weak Karhaz would be little sport. Alehkra turned to his warriors. They awaited the customary speech. "Methualgra!!" His yell was welcomed with a bellow that drowned out all else. He waited for it to quiet down somewhat. "It is time! Methua has commanded it! Our people shall spread his will, chaos will rain! We will fill the nights with the screams of our enemies! Show no mercy, take only those you would have as slaves. The weak, infirm, cowards, children, slaughter them all." They all laughed.

OOC: Actually it is spelled wakizashi. Also, check up a few posts for pictures of Foxfire and Holly.
IC: The guards carrying the dead body away ignored the orcs. Such things were orc bussiness, and a large orc was not to be angered.

Foxfire and Holly continued on down the trail. They reached the bottom of the trail and walked for a while. Presently they came near the Methualgra. Holly stopped. "I sense something..." she said, and Foxfire tightened his hand on his katana.

OOC: Thanks. And I saw them. Taki? Hehe.
IC: "Maim! Destroy! Drown them in their own blood!" Alehkra continued. "The entire world will drown in the cesspools of chaos! There shall be no escape! All shall bow to our Lord!!" The Methualgra were now howling their approval, "Yes! Kill them all! We will cover the entire world in blood!" one of them yelled out.

OOC: Yeah, Taki. Ohh, yes.
IC: Holly now heard shouting. "Maim! Destroy! Drown them in their own blood! The entire world will drown in the cesspools of chaos! There shall be no escape! All shall bow to our Lord!!" Howls now. A different voice. "Yes! Kill them all! We will cover the entire world in blood!" Holly shook her head, looking sick. "Nothing good is going on up there..." Foxfire nodded. "I'm going to find out what's going on." He climbed a small hill and crotched in the underbrush, spying on Alehkra and his Methualgra.

Alehkra was now laughing, a laugh with no warmth in it. "Laugh as we slaughter their children before their very eyes, then take them. Break their minds and spirits, make them beg for death! Then, make them into slaves. Only grant them cold, comforting death after they are to broken to be of any use. The world shall know us, and fear us. THE WORLD SHALL BLEED!!" He cried, ending the speech. The Methualgra howled even louder. Alehkra happened to look over where Holly and Foxfire were. He caught a slight movement, just a bare twitching of a twig. He frowned, whoever they were, they were good. It took skill to hide from him. He left his warriors to their celebrating, and began walking torwards the underbrush. Probably just some Orc scum, but they knew better than to intrtude upon their gatherings.

OOC: The Eterni still exist in this world, in small numbers though as most have fled to the western lands beyond the borders of the world where the Light Eternls reign.

IC: Seeing the slaughter of the inncoents the Eterni scout could not tolerate such chaos as his breed was that of good and that of Eternal rule. As well, he had was a servant of Eleritmri and as such could not allow such chaos for such a thing. In result he withdraw his cloak revealing his glowing gold eyes, his shining silver armor, and unseathed his recurved blade which shone with the light of the sun upon it. Yelling, while charging at the Orcs, he said," Eternia meir ti oiperon."

King Sardobi of Qurir stood up quietly as to not disturb his wife. She hated it when he woke her up, and even Sardobi trembled when Queen Kejui was upset. The elderly king made his way quietly to the altar of Ulrimeto down the hall from his room and sat down on his knees and prayed.

"I pray to thee, Lord Ulrimeto, that you continue to protect and watch over my people, as you have for the kings in the past. I pray that you continue to inspire our people to invent and discover new ways to overcome Chaos and the Dark Eternals through technology. I pray that you let your people, the Kahaz, forever blossom and thrive as we do now. I pray that you listen to my prayers and hear them, and that you choose to bide by them. I thank thee for your protection and blessings in the past, in the present, and in the future."

His daily prayer complete, the King continued with his special prayer for the task at hand.

"Lord Ulrimeto! I call to thee! Today, I, King Sardobi, will send out my armies, your armies, our armies, against those who would do my people, your people, our people, the Kahaz, harm, against those who would do my kingdom, your kingdom, our kingdom wrong. I ask you for support and guidance in this task. I ask you to watch over my soldiers, your soldiers, our soldiers, as they march upon the Greenskins, the vicious servants of Liert, the Lady of Death, Undead, and Decay, and one of your sworn foes, the Dark Eternals. I thank thee for your guidance."

With that, King Sardobi headed out to the throne room, where the day's work would begin. He was going to be very busy. After talking it over with his advisors for monthes, and running it by and getting it approved by the People's Council, he was going to send an invasion force into Da Toop Klanz and strike back at them for years of violence. Additionally, this allowed his men to test out new weapons and alchemical fluids that had been designed, and allowed him to attempt to claim more land for his people. Today they began the march.

Alehkra was now laughing, a laugh with no warmth in it. "Laugh as we slaughter their children before their very eyes, then take them. Break their minds and spirits, make them beg for death! Then, make them into slaves. Only grant them cold, comforting death after they are to broken to be of any use. The world shall know us, and fear us. THE WORLD SHALL BLEED!!" He cried, ending the speech. The Methualgra howled even louder. Alehkra happened to look over where Holly and Foxfire were. He caught a slight movement, just a bare twitching of a twig. He frowned, whoever they were, they were good. It took skill to hide from him. He left his warriors to their celebrating, and began walking torwards the underbrush. Probably just some Orc scum, but they knew better than to intrtude upon their gatherings.
Foxfire saw the man, who seemed to be the leader, walking over to their area. "He's seen us." said Holly. "No use in running or hiding now." said Foxfire. With they they rose up, their upper halfs visable, but still in the shelter of the trees and in shadow.

Alehkra grinned when he saw them. Xiscapians. This would be fun. He drew his katana, specially modified to be a couple feet longer in length. It had been one hell of a time getting it weighted right, but he was persistant. He began to jog torwards them, welcoming the chance to kill.

First Minister Sorezo walked out of his room. He stood up and looked out at his view.
"Wow", he thought, "What a beautiful nation. Everyone else is going to go to war, we will be alone, secluded from it all. I love my power."

A lone Scracian sliped silently through the water, minding her speed. Fast enough to make it to her destination before daybreak but to fast as to tire her out and trap her in her gifted form. That would be the worst. If she had to sleep in the water tonight, her package wouldn't survive.

Alehkra grinned when he saw them. Xiscapians. This would be fun. He drew his katana, specially modified to be a couple feet longer in length. It had been one hell of a time getting it weighted right, but he was persistant. He began to jog torwards them, welcoming the chance to kill.

Foxfire spoke to Holly. "Stay back." he drew his own katana. It was light, forged especially for him. It had never tasted the blood of another being. That may change today. Foxfire spoke to the man striding powerfully toward him in a warning voice. "Stay back."

(I have an idea that I'd like to see accepted as part of this. Seeing Stones, essentially Crystal Balls that let people communicate and could be used by civilization's leaders to communicate to one another and to their generals and such.)

Sardobi's first part of business was to send a messenger to the Xiscapians. He was going to request an alliance against the Greenskins, if possible. Their magic and Qurir's technology would help crush the Greenskin menace. If they agreed, he'd have allies, and if they turned him down, it simply meant that he wouldn't go as far with this assault as he had hoped. Still, he prayed that they would join him in this assault.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Sardobi went up to the balcony from the Throne Room, that overstood the Great Plaza. There he would address his people and declare the beggining of this assault on the Greenskins.

Walking up into view, Sardobi was met with thunderous applause and screams of joy. He was a well-liked king, and had done much to assure he kept that benefit. His voice was booming and enhanced by a cone shaped device his scientists had devised.

"People of Qurir! I come to you today to tell you of a great event happening! Today, 5000 Soldiers, and 500 of the Desert Guard shall march across the border into Da Toop Klanz, and strike a mighty blow at the Greenskins who have long plagued our fair people!"

A roar of approval arouse from the mass of people below.

"But that is not all! Once this blow is struck, we will proceed with the elimination of as many Greenskins we can find within the territory we enter. These unholy abominations of the Dark Eternals will not survive!"

More applause.

"And finally, once the blow is struck and the Greenskins are gone from there, we will gear up and do it again! Once this crusade is done, not a single horrid Greenskin will be left alive!"

The audience was nearly out of breath with cries of joy and their hands pained them from all their clapping.

Sardobi smiled and returned to the Throne Room. He called over his advisor.

"Tell Asmid to advance his men. We strike now."

(Heh, genocide against Orcs. A twist, no?)

Foxfire spoke to Holly. "Stay back." he drew his own katana. It was light, forged especially for him. It had never tasted the blood of another being. That may change today. Foxfire spoke to the man striding powerfully toward him in a warning voice. "Stay back."

Alehkra laughed, "Oh? Stay back eh? What if I don't?" He slowed down a bit, getting his katana ready.

Slesha felt her energy waning. She swam up to the land. In a flash of light, he fin disappeared and in its place were two legs. Her wet green hair reflected the morning sun.

When she entered the Great Plaza of Qurir, Sardobi was finishing up a great speech about eliminating the greenskins. She yelled out to him just as he turned away, "King Sardobi! King Sardobi! I bring you a peace offering and ask you to make a peace treaty with the land of Scracia."

She took the small brown pouch from her belt. Opening it up, the crowd could see what was in it.

A small canine animal opened his eyes and stretched his paws. He had been asleep for the entire trip, breathing in an air bubble. "An entirely new species, just for you, fresh from our alchemists."

Alehkra laughed, "Oh? Stay back eh? What if I don't?" He slowed down a bit, getting his katana ready.
"Then I will be forced to fight you." said Foxfire grimly. He did a florish with his katana and settled into the Ocean stance, a stance which was desinged to allow the user to stay in one place and defend without being toutched.
OOC@The 7000: Just send a messenger to my village's general location, he/she will be found, the messenger would never be able to locate it by himself.

One of the guards stationed at the balcony motioned to Sardobi.

"Your highness, there is a women waving a bizzare dog and screaming your name down in the Great Plaza."

Sardobi thought for a moment.

"Let her in and send Vizier Nikrid to meet her. I'll see her if it is worth my time."

The woman was escorted by two guards inside the palace to the Conference Room. There, she was told to sit down as Vizier Nikrid came to meet her. Despite his considerable girth and jovial attitude, Nikrid had a razor-sharp mind and was incredibly intelligent and intuitive about these things.

"So young lady, what is it that you seek from our King and with that dog-beast of yours?" he asked, smiling.

(@Xiscapia-Agreed)

"Then I will be forced to fight you." said Foxfire grimly. He did a florish with his katana and settled into the Ocean stance, a stance which was desinged to allow the user to stay in one place and defend without being toutched.
OOC@The 7000: Just send a messenger to my village's general location, he/she will be found, the messenger would never be able to locate it by himself.
Alehkra laughed again, "Oh really? Lets see that shall we?" He closed the remaining distance, and delivered a two handed overhand, easy to block, but perfect togauge the enemies strength.

High above the Grand Plaza, lurking in the namesake of his patron god, was one of the many Shadow Naga spies, the many eyes of the Shadow Father, sent forth of observe his enemies, the enemies of Chaos and Shadow, within their own lands.

Wrapped in a dark gray cloak and tunic that matched his scale color almost exactly, the Naga clutched a support beam beneath the spire of one of the taller buildings, hanging silently in the shadowy dimness like some sort of demoic bat. While all the servants of the Light were enemies of the Shadow Father's children, the sea-swimmers were the most hated. His kind were the true masters of the open waters, those born with the swimming gift and not needing the magics of their gods to navigate the seas.

His tail twitched in a mix of hate and anticipation, the sudden urge to bury one of his daggers deep into the soft flesh of the infidel, but that would blow his cover and probably get him executed in short order. If the opportunity arose, then so be it, but he would not create his own. The swimmer emerged from the waters, the legs appearing from where the fins had been. The entire process disgusted him, but he'd been trained to stomach such things without extra thought.

The item with her, however, caught his attention. Some sort of small, four-legged creature not unlike a dog, but of an unknown breed. Before he could get a closer look, however, two armored men appeared and escorted both the swimmer and the creature out of his sight and into the security of the palace. Following seemed to be the best course of action, this creature could be the beginnings of some new weapon, and knowing the inventive nature of these softskins, would probably weaponize it somehow anyway.

The Naga angled himself sharply, swinging around the support beam to kick off of its opposing brother to land on the roof of the next-door building and take off at a silent run towards a building somewhat closer to the palace. If he survived to report to his superiors, he'd mention the need for some sort of magnification device to lengthen his view range...

The orcs roared and charged at the shining soldier, bar one who ran back towards the caves to return the armor. The orcs quickly surrounded the figure and began to slash at it. Their blows only seemed to dent his armor.

Alehkra laughed again, "Oh really? Lets see that shall we?" He closed the remaining distance, and delivered a two handed overhand, easy to block, but perfect togauge the enemies strength.

Foxfire calmly blocked the blow with one hand, hardly moving as his sword clashed with the other. He then did a quick slice to the stomach, trying to gage his opponents speed. If he wasn't fast enough, he was done for. There had been times when one Xiscapian swordmaster had killed half a dozen human masters in a few short seconds. Simply because he was faster. Xiscapian's have superior speed, grace, and agility to a human...
Making it very bad for a human to chose to pick a fight with one.

Alehkra, because there was no way to bring his longer katana around, took one hand off the sword and caught the mans wrist. He grinned, "What do you take me for? A human? You may be faster than me, I'll give you that, but how much do you want to wager I'm stronger?" Still with a one-handed grip, he began forcing the sword back, and aimed a blow at his head.

OOc: He;s only 16. Not a man, yet. Is this guy your avatar?
IC: Foxfire just smiled. "Wrong move." he easily dodged the blow aimed at his head, and then waved his hand. "Valitne." Instantly the earth rose up, putting them on a high hill. Foxfire wrenched loose and stood about a yard away on the massive hill. "Why don't we try that again?" he asked, aiming a fury of slicing blows at the man with nearly invisable speed.

OOC: No, not really. My Avatar is Alehkra's sister, Alehkra is simply the Chaos Lord, hes the one who is responsible for keeping Chaos in the hearts of my warriors.
Alehkra blocked a few of the hits but still took some. He lept back so he could use his longer katana to greater affect, and got into his actual fighting position. He knelt down on one knee, and put his katana point down, cutting side out in front of him. Now he was also going to use his full strength on the annoying little Xiscapian. He had figured out, that although blindingly fast, the little man wasn't very strong. So, with all his might, he swung upwards at the mans groin, knowing very well that if he didn't block, he was dead, and if he did block, he was put off balance by his superior strength.

A group of older orcs stood, watching the battle.
"Who ya reckon's gonna win?"
"I put my money on the evil one. The other things a fox."
"I got dibs on the dead ones stuff!"
"Damn it..."

Alehkra heard the voices and glanced up. "ORCS! Get out of here, scum. You know to stay out of Methua's territory! I will feed you to my brethren." Alehkra's sister, (Damn, can't remember the name of my own character!) whom had wonderd where Alehkra was, came in veiw of the battle. She looked at the fight rather sadly.
OOC: Just a side note, Methualgra are actaully a kind, but still warlike, race by nature. But, Ytmi got to them before the Light Eternals, and made them his own. His siter is one of the few with whom their true nature has resurfaced. She serves Methua for her family, but she doesn't much like it.

OOC: No, not really. My Avatar is Alehkra's sister, Alehkra is simply the Chaos Lord, hes the one who is responsible for keeping Chaos in the hearts of my warriors.
Alehkra blocked a few of the hits but still took some. He lept back so he could use his longer katana to greater affect, and got into his actual fighting position. He knelt down on one knee, and put his katana point down, cutting side out in front of him. Now he was also going to use his full strength on the annoying little Xiscapian. He had figured out, that although blindingly fast, the little man wasn't very strong. So, with all his might, he swung upwards at the mans groin, knowing very well that if he didn't block, he was dead, and if he did block, he was put off balance by his superior strength.
Foxfire laughed and simply flipped backwards, the blade missing him by inchs. "Fool. You can't beat me."
Down at the bottom of the hill Holly noticed the Orcs. She fired a warning arrow, which landed at their feet. "Begone!" she cried.

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An Xiscapian messenger stood at the palace doors, holding a scroll in his hands. "Xiscapian envoy here to meet with King Sardobi!" he yelled.
OOC: The 7000, is your guy a king? An Emperor? A president?

Alehkra grinned, he had been expecting that. This Xiscapian must think him some ill-disciplined orc. He lunged forward, making a horizontal slash where he would land, making sure that at least a yard of katana was behind the agile creature.

Foxfire landed, only to be hit an instant later in the chest by the sword. His light chain mail saved him, bruising his chest but not cutting it. He was knocked to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Down below Holly fired several arrows towards the Orcs, aiming to kill.

The biggest orc grinned, and whispered to his friends, "We got some meat today lads..." They moved into a looser group and a couple of them drew their own bows.

Alehkra laughed and swung one-handed down at the fallen Xiscapian, intending to use his other hand to to strike if he tried to escape.

An orc was hit in the chest and spun to the floor. The rest roared and fired arrows back at the Xiscapian. The biggest orc threw 2 axes towards him as well.

Slesha speaks as the canine creature runs around the room yipping at everything that moved.

"Kind Sardobi, as you know, Scracia shares a border with the greenskins. There have been reports of your soldiers performing reckless conquests, sometimes ravaging nations adjacent to their target, as well as the target itself. I'm not saying that this will happen with this conquest, I am just asking you to assure my people that it won't. In return, we offer you this one of a kind creature."

The Temple of the One:

Located in the most ancient part of the world, the part that had been where the Highest One, had begun the creation of the world sat the oracle of the One who acted as the only link between mortals and the Supreme Eternal who alone had the power to govern the world entirely and in all aspects. There the oracle had sat since days uncounted upon the high mountain inside the albaster walls of the temple and there had been protected by the last known Eterni in the world of mortals.

Yet, in the Oracle's high temple the secrets of old had been remembred, the wisdom of the Higest Eternal revered, the worlds of mortals and gods connected, and the only place where the influence of the Supreme One could be felt still be normal mortals. At the same time the location of the temple had now become known only to the most wise and powerful of mortals. At the same time any mortal who came before the Oracle had to remain respectful of the laws of never unseathing their weapons, though once on the mountain they could not even be drawn, and that they could not engage in fights with other people there due to the power of that existed there which could not be overcome by any being. The power over the temple even made avatars respect it as their patrons, Eternal or Dark Eternals, would not dare rise up against the One.

With all of this the Temple remained open to all mortals who wished to enter and seek the wisdom of the One who had now declined in the memory of mortals so that he might even be considered a legend by many mortals of this age.

The Naga leapt from the rooftop, rolling gracefully as he hit the ground and coming up running faster than before, continuing his sprint up the nearest palace guard tower to the lowermost window. Clawed hands locked securely into the windowsil, the Naga checked over his shoulder to make sure no-one had spotted him and was somewhat relieved that no-one had.

Using his arms, the Naga threw himself upwards to the next window, checking within for guards. Discovery was the last thing he needed right now, not with such a prize so close. Such information might finally get him promoted higher than his current station, and take him out of the dangerous work he was currently in. Fear was not a motivator, that had been conditioned and trained out of his mind long ago, no, he wanted to quit slinking around like some common thief snatching tidbits of information that may or may not be useful. The priests and war-chiefs had an obesssion with information, to know more about their foes than even their enemies themselves knew, and it was becoming annoying.

The guard within was facing away from him, allowing the Naga free passage to the next window and from there to the top of the tower. Peeking carefully over the edge, it was unoccupied, thank the Shadow Father. There was a large urn, however, apparently filled with water to keep the posted guards well-hydrated, and this he pulled over to place on top of the trap door to keep his presence concealed. From his new perch, he could catch glimpses of the small canine barking within the room, and generally being a bother. The Naga wondered fleetingly if it was at all tasty when roasted over an open fire with some decent wine and an herbal butter glaze.

It wasn't like he'd be able to find out, however, the creature was too far away and too heavily guarded. He had no orders to assassinate the ruler of whichever nation he'd been sent to, he'd already forgotten the name, and because of which he would not be entering the palace grounds unless he felt there was something important going on. His current escapades were more due to curiosity than any urge on his part to figure out what was happening in the wider world.

The Naga's hands moved in a circular motion, drawing an invisible rune in the air. He then cast the rune towards the window, some distance away. It was a simple spell, amplifying sound waves and sending them back to a small horn he had produced from his cloak. A spy was nothing if he was unable to hear what distant conversations contained. He brought the horn to a fin-ear and crouched low, taking comfort within the shadows cast by the overhang...

"...Scarcia shares a border with the greenskins. There have been reports of your soldiers performing reckless conquests, sometimes ravaging nations adjacent to their target, as well as the target itself. I'm not saying that this will happen with this conquest, I am just asking you to assure my people that it won't. In return, we offer you this one of a kind creature..."

Again, the Naga was surprised at his luck. The coming of an invasion? The orcs and goblins were by no means allies of the Shadow Naga, but they served similar Eternal masters. The disgusting creatures would probably pay well for such information, and the Naga spy took note of his findings within a small leather-bound note tablet with a charcoal stick. He would remain a while longer, then slip back to his hideout to report his findings through another intersting device...

The Children of Kash had just finished reading the book of Kash, it told them everything about war and life. Calaveras was at the moment peacful, but knew of the storm that would be created. Men and even some women, began preparing for the war of the "gods".

Foxfire saw the blade as if it was coming in slow motion. He struggled, and the sword sliced downwards, causing a deep cut to slice up from Foxfire's cheek, past his right eye, and up though his eyebrow. Foxfire muttered quickly and suddenly vanished, the blade coming crashing down on where his head had been seconds ago. Foxfire remateralized behind Alehkra. "I have underestimated you. You are good. It is now time for me to begin using my full strength." He stabbed swiftly at the man's exposed back.

Alehkra jumped forward, turning while in the air, and as soon as he landed, made another lunge for the Xiscapian, laughing all the while. This was the most enjoyable fight he had had in a long time. His siter sat down, still watching the proceedings sadly. Alehkra seemed to not of noticed her yet.

OOC: Go ahead I suppose.

OCC: is this battle close enough for me to jion in, im kinda bored XD

Alehkra jumped forward, turning while in the air, and as soon as he landed, made another lunge for the Xiscapian, laughing all the while. This was the most enjoyable fight he had had in a long time. His siter sat down, still watching the proceedings sadly. Alehkra seemed to not of noticed her yet.

Foxfire parried, then slashed to the right, to the left, and then straight up the middle.

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Holly dodged the missiles and shot a burst of rocks at them, intending to brain what little brains the Orcs had. "Tahki!" she cried.

A little ways away a patrol of Calaverians(30 men) noticed the fight, they quickly began jogging towards the scene, mostly observing at first.

Alehkra, still laughing, parried all of the hits. He slashed with the sword, while simultanously throwing a punch. He felt it was now time to use his limited magic. Methualgra didn't have near the magic of Xiscapians, and what little they did have had to do with the mind, hence their mind link thing. So, Alehkra was like a greatly reduced version of Holly when it came to magic. He couldn't talk in peoples minds, but he could project emothions. He did this now, trying to fill Foxfires head with thoughts of despair, trying to make him think that the battle was hopeless, there was no way he could win.

The leader of the Patrol, John spoke: Battle stirs over there, as Kash says bring war onto all those that do not walk in unison.: as he said this his men began to charge, there white pale faces showed almost no emotion, the gold marking shined as they were born with them.

OOC: Who are they attacking? Me or Xiscapia?

Foxfire blocked all the sword slices but the punch hit him in the shoulder, knocking him slightly off-balance. "Uggh!" He stepped back. I can't win this. He's too good. Wait... What am I saying? Foxfire smiled. This battle will soon be mine. He did attack pattern Kata, which involved a complicated series of fast strikes, then several heavy, more powerful ones immediatly after.

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Holly noticed the North Calaverans. "Hault!" she called in accented Human as she dodged an Orc arrow.

OCC: ALL, that dont believe in Kash

Most of the faster strikes hit Alehkra, and he staggered slightly, but he managed to catch the heavier ones. He was bleeding from several places, but he was having one helluva time. Increasing his mind games, he again grabbed the Xiscapian by the wrist of his sword arm, tryed kicking his feet out from under him, and delivering a blow with his sword. He kept sending the negative emotions, and built himself up to pictures. He sent images of Foxfire lying with his insides strewn on the ground, Alehkra laughing and making sport of Holly.

John raised his hand, and flew back his chain mail cap: Do you serve the lord almighty?

Foxfire recieved a light cut from the sword slicing into his shoulder. He saw the images and became filled with fury. He tore himself from the human's grasp, then kicked him in the stomach and drove his blade towards his neck.

Holly stood, barely moving to avoid more Orc projectiles. "Who do you mean?"

OOC: Human? Hes more of a greatly enhanced human with intentions of consuming the world in chaos.
IC: Alehkra doubled over and grunted, but managed to dive to the right before the blade got to him. Grinning, he thought 'So, he wants to play it rough does he'? He rammed the man in the stoumach, and brought his blade up to meet the Xiscapian's head, meanwhile kicking his legs lightly.

OOC: Yeah, but he still looks human, no? BTW, how the heck is this going to turn out? I'm not killing Foxfire or Holly off. What do you think should happen?
IC: Foxfire groaned and fell, but instead of falling onto the blade he fell straight down, avoid the man's legs. He drove his blade straight up towards the man's stomach as he fell.

Holly shook her head. "No, we serve Ulmito, God of Honorable warfare and Peace. If you've come looking for a fight, look elsewhere, unless you wish to die."

John put his cap back on, and looked back at his men, he turned around: The lord almighty Kash, the one who brings peace through pain, life through death, day and night.:he had his hand on his double edged sword.

OOC: Yeah, but he still looks human, no? BTW, how the heck is this going to turn out? I'm not killing Foxfire or Holly off. What do you think should happen?
IC: Foxfire groaned and fell, but instead of falling onto the blade he fell straight down, avoid the man's legs. He drove his blade straight up towards the man's stomach as he fell.
OOC: If humans have blood red hair and eyes, and unnaturally pale skin, yes. Yes, I know, thats why I had Alehkras sister over here. Methualgra refuse to battle in front of women. As for Holly though, Methualgra are also fanatics for racial purity, and don't really consider those of other races women.
IC: Saya, (Thats what I'll call her I guess, I like the name), sighed. She supposed it was time to end the fight. Just as Alehkra was about to deliver another blow, he froze. He heard his sisters voice in his head, Brother, I'm here. Was all she said. He swore, and drove the katana point down into the earth. "War should not be done in front of women." He said pointing to his sister. "We will continue this at another time."

A soldier looked and saw the others: Sir John!, unbelievers!: The soldier Charles charged drawing his sword.

Alehkra saw the humans running, and sighed. "Saya, close your eyes or something pleaase." He jumped into the group, carving a path with his katana.

Charles let out a loud yell as he sword his longsword with unholy strengh at the mans head.

Alehkra ducked easily, and came up with his katana, intending to pierce the man's lungs. "What Eternal do you serve?" He asked.

he moved just out of the way, the blade sliced, and cut some of his chain mail, he grabbed the piece of hanging armor and pulled it off, exposing a athletic body: The father of all those who are white, the bringer of light, through darkness. Your god kash

Alehkra stopped for a second, "Kash? He is allied with Methua, is he not?" Abruptly he sheathed the katana. "Let us together bathe the world in blood."

Charles still held his sword: What of it?

Alehkra sighed, "Servants of the Dark Ones should not do war with each other. There are better ones to kill" He glanced torwards the Xiscapians. "And besides, war should not be made in front of women." He said, gesturing torwards his sister, who sat there with her eyes closed.

Charles looked at the women then back at him: Blessed are those who walk in unison:he said putting out his hand: Thy enemy of my enemy is my freind.

Alehkra took the hand and grinned, "Now, what say you we disscuss some sort of agreement between our races?"

Charles:the terms of it?

He shrugged, "Thats what the disscussions are for."
OOC: I've got to get going.

Occ OKAY THEN

The orcs stook with their arrows still in their bows. It didn't look like any armor was gonna be on the market today. The older orc kicked the ground and said, "C'mon lads. We might as well get back, the boss'll be thinking what 'appened." The orcs walked back towards their mountain path.

Foxfire got to his feet. "Well that was weird." he said as he climbed to the bottom of the hill, shrinking the hill down to it's usual level plane. Holly stood among about a dozen Orc arrows and throwing axes that were buried in the ground. She stepped out of the ring of broken projectiles, glancing uneasily at the North Calaverans and the Methuans. "We need to go. Whoever these people are, they are not good, and will likely try and kill us again." Foxfire wiped his sword on the grass beside him, then sheathed it, though keeping his hand on the hilt. "Sit down." Holly ordered. Foxfire did so and she tended to his wounds. He had a gash on his right cheek, a couple of bruises on his chest, a light cut on his left arm, and a bruised knee. Holly healed them all with her magic, except for the gash on his cheek. "It won't come out." she muttered, applying more of the silvery magic to the wound. "The sword must have been cursed when it struck me there." said Foxfire. Holly toutched it once more and the wound closed, though leaving a noticible scar. Foxfire stood. "What now?" he asked.

A holler floated over the path, followed by a roar. The goblins were on the hunt, along with their Trolls. The orcs allowed their Goblin brethren free reign, as long as they brought back food and equipment to the Warboss. Now, they were on the prowl...
For meat.

Foxfire glanced over his shoulder. "Goblins." he sniffed the air. "And trolls." Holly unslung her bow, putting an arrow in the string but keeping it pointed towards the ground.

The goblin leader saw a group of four human... Human-like creatures. The hollered and geustured to them. The trolls and goblins roared and charged at them.

(OOC: Oh. I didn't see that the hill changed. Damn that screws up the post hehe. Edited.)

OOC: Erm, first of all, the hill went back to being flat ground. Secondly, no one has died yet, save that one Orc and the dead human which was taken by my people.

Saya viewed the goblins and trolls sadly. More killing, why was there always more killing? She had no problem with fighting for fun, but it was never good when the combatants were trying their hardest to kill each other. But, as she always did, she kept such thoughts to herself.

(@Scracia, you're not talking to Sardobi, but his advisor.)

The advisor took this in and gave a kind smile.

"I promise you, we will not strike against your people. Our soldiers our headed for the Greenskins and the Greenskins only. We will not harm any others. And the King accepts your offer of this creature. I would also like to invite you to stay with us for a few days. Your journey must have been difficult."

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The troops recieved their orders and began their march. Something about Sardobi was that he always made speeches and announcements like this just as they were happening. This gave the illusion of faster movement and communication, and gave him the element of surprise.

General Ahkemed looked over his orders within his tent and confirmed them on the map. They were right outside the borders of the Greenskins' territory, and were about to cross the Treacherous Wall, a line of tens of thousands of different traps and devices to strike down any Greenskins who tried to cross into Qurir.

Ahkemed's men had maps and experts who knew where the traps were and would disable them so that they could cross over. The time had come. He motioned to one of his officers, and they went out and pronounced the beggining of the attack. Legions of 200 each began their march in order, wearing golden armor, forged to deflect heat and incredibly light and strong. They carried Zekath or bows, their armor allowing them to move quickly enough to use these effectively.

The Desert Guard was a different matter. They wore silver and black robes with leather armor alchemically treated to be as strong as iron and resistant to magic. They carried crossbows and special Zekath that were stronger and more powerful then any thing else. Broken into groups of 20 and put along with the main army legions, they were the best of the best, trained in the midst of the desert under the harshest conditions. A single one could take down 10 normal soldiers.

With all these men at the ready, they crossed over and entered Da Toop Klanz, prepared for war.

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Teli Aylud had been wandering for days, looking for the Xiscapian village. He understood that he would never find it and that they would find him, but his time was running out. His food and water were almost completely gone, and he knew little about hunting in this land, and was unsure if it would be a crime to harm any of the animals. He only hoped to be found before it was too late.

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Prince Sarbid looked up from his horse. He checked the map that his father had gave him when he decided to take this journey. It was harsh, but it was worth it. He was seeking the Temple of the One to learn his destiny, and what he was to do in this world. The location was one of the secrets passed down from King to King, and Sardobi knew he would be dead soon enough, so he gave the map to Sarbid. All the great Kings of the world knew of the Temple, while their people thought it was only a myth.

Noticing a mass of bodies in the cave he was in, and recognizing the stench of Greenskins, he looked around with a device he had created that allowed him to see in the dark. He noticed what looked like a grouping of people about to do battle, and made his way up. Soon he felt a feeling of magic and noticed Xiscapians. Standing back, he watched to see what was happening.

A form appears in front of Teli Aylud. "It is you, the messanger from King Sardobi." The form steps forward, revealing a women with dark green hair and brilliant blue eyes. She was an Xiscapian. "You have not killed upon our land. This is good, for respect for nature is of the upmost importence. Come. I will lead you to the village. My name is Ayrya."

Foxfire walked over to where the trail was. "Come out, Goblin swine." Holly stood behind him. She noticed some activity going on in and around the caves to the east.

Alehkra saw the goblins and cursed. "Hold on a second." He said to Charles. The Greenskins were forgetting themselves, they knew better than to hunt on Methua's land. "GOBLINS"! He roared, "DO YOU NEED ME TO TEACH YOU PERSONALLY TO STAY OUT OF OUR LANDS"!!

OOC: (lol :p)
IC: Foxfire turned at the sound of the mans voice. He shook his head. "If I was an Orc I wouldn't go anywhere near that man."

Alehkra drew his katana. "Well, scum? What do you say? Realise, I''m very unpleasant when forced to fight in front of women."

Alehkra drew his katana. "Well, scum? What do you say? Realise, I''m very unpleasant when forced to fight in front of women."

The goblins stopped. It wasn't worth getting killed over for some meat... Although the goblins stopped moving, the trolls charged straight towards man brandishing a sword.

Alehkra sighed at the rushing troll. Stupid beast. He held the katan in front of him, to impale the troll with his own mad rush.

The trolls charged. One was impaled straight onto his sword and one was brought down by Holly's arrow, but the other two began swiping at the man. A few orcs had joined the group of goblins now. One was a Half-Troll, standing slightly taller than a man, wearing heavy armor and wielding a double-handed broadsword.

Holly shrugged and fired an arrow into the back of a troll, the arrow glowing with magic. When the arrow hit weeds sprouted out of it, eating away at the meat and blood of the trolls hulking mass. Foxfire drew his sword, ready in case of attack.

Alehkra pulled his sword from the troll, and began parrying the clumsy strikes. He slahsed one of the trolls in the neck, and sliced at anothers stoumach.

Alehkra jumped back in surprise as one of the trolls lit on fire. 'The hell?' He wondered. He shrugged, and lunged at the remaining troll.

Foxfire muttered a few choice words and one of the trolls burst into flames, the smell of burning hair reaching across the short distance in an instant. Holly kept her bow trained on the group of Orcs and Goblins.

The trolls dropped down dead and the goblins moved back ever so slightly. The Half-Troll lowered his helmets visor and tightened his grip on his sword. He spoke softly, strange for his size, "I seek an audience with the controller of these lands."

Foxfire turned. "At the immediate moment, you are in Xiscapian lands. You seek audience with our Emperor?"

Foxfire turned. "At the immediate moment, you are in Xiscapian lands. You seek audience with our Emperor?"

"Indeed we do. I and my comrades," he pointed to the other orcs, "have brought some goods we wish to trade. We do not usually trade, but we need some certain goods."

Alehkra grunted. Foxfire was pushing it, the orc, after moving back those steps, were more like right in front of the border between Xiscapian and Methuan lands.

Foxfire nodded. "Alright. I will lead you to the foot of our mountain, where you will be met by a few traders." He turned and walked off, along with Holly, expecting the Orcs and Goblins to follow.

The Half-Troll roared and a few goblins and the orcs followed the Xiscapians. The other goblins moved back towards the mountain.

They soon reached the foot of the mountain. Several traders were waiting there, carts weighed down by goods. "What do you require and what will you trade in return?" asked Foxfire.

"We require a certain meat. Bear meat, to be exact. We also need a dagger made of silver. In return..." He took a pouch off his belt and poured it out into his hand. "Gems. Sapphires, Rubies, Emeralds and Diamonds."

Foxfire turned to the trader and spoke in Xiscapian, unintelligable unless you are an Xiscapian. "The silver dagger we have," he said, taking it and holding it in his hands. "The bear meat we can have in under 5 minutes." He said something to Holly and she ran off into the forest. "For the whole bear and dagger it will cost 2 Sapphires, 1 Rubie, 6 Emeralds and 4 Diamonds."

He took the amount of gems out of his hand and put the rest back in the pack. He handed the gems to Foxfire. He looked a bit embarrassed and said, "Sorry about the troll thing. They can get a bit out of hand."

"It's perfectly alright." said Foxfire as Holly came trotting out of the forest, dragging a dead bear with magic that had an arrow in it's throat. "Trolls, you will excuse me for saying, aren't the brightest creatures." Foxfire took the gems and placed them in a small bag, which he tucked away in his rucksack.

The patrol had followed the Xscipian, but at a distance. John stopped: These creatures are of evil, and must be destroyed.: they slowly crept towards them, unsheithing there swords.

"Full trolls aren't, to be sure." He picked up the dead bear and slung it over his shoulder. A goblin behind him began jabbering.
"What?" The Half-Troll looked around and unsheathed his sword.
"Der heard something."

Foxfire's ears twitched. "I hear it too." He said softly. He turned around, Holly at his side. "Show yourselves!" he cried. He glanced at the Orcs and Goblins and the half-troll. "Can we count on you to help us against these people, whoever they may be?"

"We'd rather not get into a battle, but..." He hefted his sword higher. "If they come near me I'll kill 'em. I suppose the lads," He gestured back to the orcs and goblins. "They'll fight anyway."

Alehkra readied his supplies. He had decieded whom to attack. First, they woudl go into the Greenskin territory, and teach them a leson about coming onto their lands. Then, they would turn to the Xiscapians. That, would likely be far more diffucult, but it would deffinetly be more fun.

John yelled back: Are thy believers of the lord almighty, if not, you shall be dropped into darkness.

"We believe not in your foul God. Now begone, before by the power of Uelimro we are forced to smite you."

John hailed back: Those who reject the path, must be destoryed: 10 Archers pulled back and fired a small volley at them, John put the book of Kash into his chainmail shirt, and they began to charge them, swords out.

The Half-Troll sighed and swiped at the charging enemies with his sword. The arrows bounced off his armor, and the orcs and the goblins roared with glee and charged towards the archers.

Foxfire shouted "Down!" and he and Holly dropped the the ground, the arrows passing harmlessly over their heads. Foxfire fired three shots from his bow, then rolled to avoid incoming fire. Holly used her mind power to get inside one of the soldiers. She took control of him, holding him hostige against himself. None of the other soldeirs noticed, as there was no odd behavior from the possessed soldier. Foxfire used his magic to shoot a wall of fire into the trees to hault and hopefully burn a few soldiers.
OOC: You have 30 soldiers, right?

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OCC: that's what my guys look like, except they have faces like the priors of the Ori. and yes there are 30 of them.

John slid under the trolls legs and sliced at the ankles, a soldier was hit by 2 of the xscipians arrows, he fell, holding his book to his chest as he died. The flame consumed 3 of the soldiers, they ran around as they burned in hellfire.

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OCC: that's what my guys look like, except they have faces like the priors of the Ori. and yes there are 30 of them.

John slid under the trolls legs and sliced at the ankles, a soldier was hit by 2 of the xscipians arrows, he fell, holding his book to his chest as he died. The flame consumed 3 of the soldiers, they ran around as they burned in hellfire.

OOC: Even the one with the smiley face? :D
IC: The blade bounced off the Half-Troll's boots, denting it. He growled and threw a punch at the soldier.

Holly controlled the possessed soldier, making him stab another soldier, then commit suicide. She came back and strafed to the right, firing buring arrows at the soldiers. Foxfire drew his sword and attacked, slicing furiously, seemingly everywhere at once.

John felt the punch throw him, he stumbled back to his feet: Evil beast!: he charged holding his sword out to impale the half troll.

The Xscipain was swift and killed 5 of his men rather quickly, Charles jumped onto the Xscipians back.

the archers now fired at the goblins, including this, were the crusaders that were now swining heavly at the weak goblins.

Foxfire growled and threw Charles off his back. He turned and raised his sword impail the man, while throwing a knife at a soldier behind him. Holly kicked a soldier in the face, then threw three shurikens in different directions at soldiers.

Charles was impaled by the blade, blood squirted out of his mouth, he fell to the ground, dropping his sword. His eyes saw only light.

John saw a women, an enemy of course, he brought his sword up and tried to slash dwon on her skull.

(OOC: oops!)

Slesha nodded, "I will stay."

She then collapsed from exhaustion.

Foxfire stepped away from the Charlie's body, wiping his sword on the man's armor, the ultimite act of humiliation an Xiscapian can do to a defeated enemy. He lit into another bunch of soldiers, slashing. Holly felt a sword swing by her ear. She turned and dodged another slice, throwing a 4th shuriken at the man. "Tayaa!" she cried in a pircing voice as she pulled her katana out and stabbed at a man behind her.

John smacked the sword to the side, and punched the women in the face.

three crusaders charged at Firefox, each one quitely praying.

the ground was litterd with 20 of the patrol mans bodys.

OOC: Thought the Holly's attacker was named John? :confused:
IC: Holly's head snapped back and she fell to the ground, but as she fell she swung her feet into the feet of her attacker, hoping to bring him down so he could not stab her while she was on the ground.
Foxfire smiled at his attackers. He totched his sword and it burst into flame. He let it drag and it landed on a dead soldier, slicing though the armor like it wasn't there. He then lept into combat, giving three wide, heavy strokes, intended to cut all three men in half.

the three men fell, killed almost instantly. John grabbed the girls feet and then jumped onto her stomach, attempting to hold her arms down.

Holly struggled against the man. Foxfire noticed and threw a knife into the man's back.

John fell to the side clinching his teeth. the rest of the group was almost killed.

Holly leaned forward, as if about to kiss the dying man. Instead of love however, Holly tore the man's throat out with her teeth. Foxfire looked and saw that there were only 3 soldiers left. "Lay down your weapons and you will not be harmed." he called to them.

John grabbed the girls throat and squeezed with all the force he could muster, but his strengh faded, his hand fell on his book.

the three soldiers closed there eyes, and as if god chose them, they lit on fire, and then into nothing(like a suicide)

Foxfire dropped to the ground, exhasted by the battle. Holly lay, covered in her enemies blood. From the combined energy of the duel, the magic used, and now this battle took it's toil on them. Foxfire leaned up against a tree, Holly lying on the ground next to him, fast asleep. Ulemino smiled on them that day and granted an energy boost, putting them back to a good amount of energy. Holly stood, licking the blood off herself. Foxfire survayed the battle field, dead soldiers were everywhere.

OCC: now what lol, i could send a prophet to one of your villages(like a prior), or he could see Firefox.

OOC: Yes, sent a prophet to Foxfire. In the meantime, you could have one of your elite soldiers stayed back to watch the battle and now wants to fight.
IC: Foxfire picked up one of the books that every soldier seemed to have. In gold on the front was the title. The Book of Kash. I wounder what's in here? He thought. He looked to the Orcs. "The spoils of the battle are yours." he said, gestering to the dead soldiers.

A prophet walked the trail and saw the field of battle, he had his hood over his face, and walked slowly his staff and book held tight.

OCC: the Book is a mix of Islam-Origin-Christianity, you know, kill unbelievers, do good to your fellow followers, follow the path to enlightment.

OOC: Actually, it would be Islam/Christin/Buddhist, the whole enlightment thing is Buddhist. Intrestingly enough, my people too believe in enlightment, though of a different kind.
IC: Foxfire saw the prophet. "Halt, who goes there?"

OCC:a prophet http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d9/Prior_stargate1.jpg

the prophet stopped and pulled his hood back: Holy are the Children of Kash, do you walk in unison?

OOC: Yes, sent a prophet to Foxfire. In the meantime, you could have one of your elite soldiers stayed back to watch the battle and now wants to fight.
IC: Foxfire picked up one of the books that every soldier seemed to have. In gold on the front was the title. The Book of Kash. I wounder what's in here? He thought. He looked to the Orcs. "The spoils of the battle are yours." he said, gestering to the dead soldiers.

The Half-Troll smiled.
"I like you. I'm Kazah-Dum." He saw the prophet and sighed.
"Another one?"

OCC:a prophet http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d9/Prior_stargate1.jpg

the prophet stopped and pulled his hood back: Holy are the Children of Kash, do you walk in unison?

Foxfire shook his head. "We do not serve your God. Others came and tried to kill us." he gestered to the dead soldiers and the Orcs picking though their dead bodies. "Look what happened to them. Do not attempt to attack us." He turned to Kazah-Dum and held out his hand. "I am Foxfire. Be warned, both the man I fought on the hill today and King Obedi intend to make war on you."

the prophet smiled and the mens bodys burned away, he noticed the book in the Xscipians hands: So you have read what is the truth path?

Kazah-Dum grinned and spoke happily, "Common ground!" As the bodies burned away, he yelled, "Hey! We were using those."

Kazah-Dum grinned and spoke happily, "Common ground!" As the bodies burned away, he yelled, "Hey! We were using those."
Foxfire grinned back. "We do not fight the King, but the man we do." he noticed the bodies burning. "Don't stop him. It's a rite I read in this book." He turned to the Prophet. "No, I have not read your book of lies. The Light is the only way to go." He tucked the book inside his rucksack for future reading and possible clues as to how to beat the North Calaverans.

The prophet kept a warm smile at the unbeliever: Amica strayed from the path of enlightenment. He was forgiven, and was allowed back on the path.

Foxfire raised his eyebrows. "Who?"
OOC: I'll be off for a little while, might be back on again.

Prohpet: Amica, strayed from the path as you are doing, but in the end was forgiven and brought back to the light.

Foxfire shook his head. "You serve an evil, Dark God. We shall not stray from our path of righiousness and Light."

Alehkra, watched as the Methualgra he was going to take with him finished their packing. Their were only 50 warriors, but they were the elite, they were part of the Chaos Guard. Any one of those men could give Alehkra pause, he could still beat him, but it would be nearly as hard as fighting the Xiscapian. Two, would overcome him. That, and it was probably more than enough to teach those Orc scum a lesson. They had started to forget themselves, coming onto Methua's land, and even hunting there. He grinned, this would be fun, it had been a long time since the Methualgra roused themselves to attack anything larger than one of the human hill clans sometimes found.
OOC: This is an example of one of the Methualgra's peronality problems, they tend to underestimate their enemies greatly.

An orc guard sat in the watchtower, keeping an eye out for Kazah-Dum and the rest of the traders with the ritual's stuff. He thought he could see someone, but he couldn't be sure in the mountains mist...

Saya walked through the forest, as she always did after seeing death. It felt good to be away from all of the blood thirst for a little while. She knew she shouldn't mind death, perhaps even enjoy it, but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to be like that. She knew her brother was soon going to attack the Orcs, for their transgressions. Many lives would be taken soon.

prophet: I will return, i would advise following the path.: he started to walk away.

Foxfire shook his head. "If you follow me I will at least injure you, maybe kill you, depending on how much you annoy me. Begone now." he turned to Kazah-Dum. "Nice doing bussiness with ya. Sorry you didn't get to loot their bodies."

The Prophet teleported to the village of Synis, then telling the news to another prophet, the message was soon spread to the Celestis.

Foxfire shook his head. "If you follow me I will at least injure you, maybe kill you, depending on how much you annoy me. Begone now." he turned to Kazah-Dum. "Nice doing bussiness with ya. Sorry you didn't get to loot their bodies."

"Same here. I suppose I best get going." He yelled in Orcish to his men and they cut the bear into pieces and put them into packs. Kazah-Dum picked up the dagger and walked back towards the forest entrance to the mountain. His men followed.

Alehkra and the Chaos Guard began their march, if it could be called that. Chaos Guard don't really work well with one another, so most were going at their own pace, spread out. They all went fairly fast though, as they were all looking forward to dealing death out to the scum.

Foxfire turned his back and looked around. The battlefield looked more or less the same as before, save some burn marks, arrows stuck in the ground, and blood splatterings. It was getting to be lighter, the sun burning off much of the mist. "We need to keep moving." said Foxfire to Holly. She nodded and they both continued down the path. "I was thinking we could journey to the Temple Of the One." said Foxfire. "We should be able to find some enlightment there about the vision elder monk Himuth was having."

The orc guard could see the somethings getting closer. He weighed his options...
The boss would kill him if it was a false alarm...
The boss would kill him if it wasn't a false alarm...
He raised the horn to his lips and blew the 'Sighted' tune.

OOC: I assume that you mean Alehkra and his group? Correct me if I'm wrong.
IC: Alehkra heard the horn and grinned. "Looks like we've been seen by one of the scum. Lets hurry, we will show them what happens when they desecrate our lands." He broke out into a run, with the others right behind him.

Foxfire's ears pircked as he heard the horn. He motioned to Holly and they both vanished into the forest, so completly it was as if they had never existed. They watched to see who was coming...

A crowd gatherd in the center of the city, the crowd was at evening prayer. The prayer was being led by a prophet, his words soft and confident. The prophet brought up the news of the Xscipians and the crowd threw words.

Man: Burn the heretics, its god will!

women: Bring them to the light!!!

the prophet hushed them.

the prophet smiled warmly: These demons will be crushed or turned to the light. Armies will be gatherd to bring gods wrath upon them. Even as these words pour from my mouth, we are coming together.

Crusaders left there wifes and sons, and gatherd in a field.

An Xiscapian spy had made his way into the city several days before, now he stood and watched the Crusaders gather in a field. He had heard the prophets words and was quite worried. He was invisable due to magic he had cast, and silently began to try and find a way out of the city without being caught.

The soldiers in the feild all kneeld down as the prophet began praying.

The spy stole away down the path, passing the troops in the field and moving quickly but silently. He had to let his people know to ready for possible attack.

The prophet sensed something: I and a few others will lead this "crusade" to bring Kash's message to all those that drink from darkness. Ready yourself for the future is bright.

The soldiers cheered and began preparing.

The spy was now outside the city, he used his magic and sent his mind to a Xiscapian soldier stationed some 10 miles from the area. The North Calaverans are preparing to make war on us, warn the Imperial City. This message was recieved by the soldier, who would relay it another 10 miles by mind, and so on until it reached the Capitol.

A 30,000 strong army, now began to march, white flags and a large emblom of Kash was being carried by a group of soldiers. The army was led by the Prophet Isiah, the soliders prayed as they began there march.

OOC: Say you used magic and transported your whole army, but it exhasted your prophets? We can't just have like 10 posts of just marching.
IC: An aide came up to the Emperor. "My Lord, the North Calaverans are on the move, 30,000 men strong, coming for us."

OCC:okay

The prophets in charged stoped the marchers: Experience the gift of Kash: light coverd the men, and they were instantly transported about 10 miles from the Xscipian border.

A scout saw a huge army of Crusaders appear before his eyes. He quickly thought back to his Commander. They're here. Then he melted away into the forest. The defenders prepared defenses and traps in the forest and in and around the mountains.
OOC: Remember, because you did that, any magic you can do would be really limited.

The Kahaz messenger did as he was told and followed the woman into the village, which was suddenly right behind a bend, though he was sure he would have never found it on his own. Upon entering he saw that the people were making ready for war.

"What is going on?" he asked.

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Sarbid had watched the goings on with interest. He had no reason to like the Children of Kash, and more so to like the Xiscapians. He had been taught to respect them, after all, as they were an honorable people and were skilled with the magic his people sought to get past with technology. Still watching them from the shadows, he saw as they dissapeared into the forest. He swore as he lost his chance. They had mentioned the Temple of the One, his destination. Trying his luck, he stepped out into the open.

"Hello? Xiscapians? I saw you a moment ago! I heard you mention the Temple of the One. I am Sarbid, and I also seek the Temple. I have a map, from my father, a great king. If you can hear me, come out so we may discuss it."

Araya smiled sadly. "The North Calaverans, the children of Kash, have decided they want to make war on us. Now they have massed an army of 30,000 men outside our boarders to attack."

Foxfire and Holly came out at Sarbid's voice. "You too seek the Temple of the One?" asked Foxfire.

The men began a march towards the border, they would arrive in a couple of hours. Isiah was tired from transporting such a large force, he decided to try and conserve his energy.

The messenger thought things over.

"If it would be acceptable, I can request help from my King, if you can help me contact him. After all, I came here to request an alliance. What better to give then reenforcements against an enemy?"

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Sarbid observed the two. They were warriors, he had seen that, and they were also obviously proficient with magic.

"I do. I seek it to discover my destiny on this world, and to figure out what I was meant to do with my life."

Arya nodded. "Please do so. We can hold them indefinitly, but help is always welcomed. As for the original treaty, we'll help you fight the Orcs, with the exception that you spare the Orc land of Civilization, as they have been nuterual towards us and have never attacked, unlike the other tribes."

Foxfire regarded the man. "I too, look for the meaning to my existance."
OOC: Last post for tonight.

(OOC: Same here.)

"All right. I have a device here that will let me contact my king."

The messenger took a strange looking machine out of his sack and set it down. Tapping a series of buttons, a strange humming sound was heard, as the message was transferred (Think telegram, but semi-magical).

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"Your highness, the messenger sent to the Xiscapians has sent us a message via the Speaking Box."

"What does he say?"

"Just a moment, ah here. He says that, that the Xiscapians are under attack by the North Calaverasans and they could use our help. He says that this will cause them to sign the treaty."

"Prepare our men immediately. And get the true army ready, 12,000 men as soon as we can, with the Desert Guard as well, another 2000. The 5000 man legion was just a ploy. Now we know we will have allies and that this could go through."

"Right away your highness."

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Sarbid looked at the Xiscapian. He was glad to have a kindred spirit.

"We are two of a kind. Wouldn't it be better to stick together for that reason? We could better handle any obstacles that are placed in our path."

A Methualgran scout observed the North Calaveran army with intrest. They were attacking the Xiscapians eh? Hmmm... This would be interesting. The Chaos Lord would surely wish to know of this when he returned from teaching the Orc scum a lesson.

A man in flowing white robes come from the back of the court and said," War with knowledge of our enemy will please our Lord greatly, perhaps if we manage to get to Temple of the One my King we will be bestowed with an artifact from our mighty Lord as a reward for our quest to attain knowledge."

Arya nodded. "How long will it take your forces to get here? I have a plan..."

Foxfire looked at the man for a long moment. "Alright," he said finally "You can come. We always need an extra sword and pair of eyes." Suddenly they heard martching. Holly flew out of her body and observed high above them. Barely a mile away was a huge North Calaveran army. She flew back. "A massive North Calaveran army is headed this direction. I'm sorry, but we must fall back to defend our home."

Kazah-Dum saw someone. He sniffed and looked around. Was this the orcish part of the forest or not? Still, he couldn't fight, not while carrying the items. He walked straight past the shadow in the mist ordering his accompaniment to do the same.

Inside the mountain, almost every orc available was gathering arms and armor in case of a battle. The warboss was wearing his special ritual armor, all black and red spikes. And every orc was doing something unusual. Grinning.

Another pair of eyes were watching the massive army. The man who owned them was tall and slim, with the pale beauty that humans still sang songs and told tales about. He could have been taken for a human, was it not for the golden eyes and the long, sharp fangs. As he looked at the marching men,he felt the Thirst stronger than ever, threatening to overwhelm him with it`s cold surge. He calmed himself down. Soon, they had to send out scouts or raiding parties. Then, no sooner, he would strike...

A Xiscapian scout saw the pale man on a distant hill. Instants later he was there, beside the man, curtosy of magic. The scout spoke. "Who are you and what is your purpose for being here?"

The Methualgra were still running, they could see some orcs now. It appeared they were ready, standing there in armor, grinning at their own death approaching. There was a larger one, who seemed to be the leader. Alehkra grinned and sped up, wanting the leader for himself. 'Coward' He thought, observing his armor. The Methualgrans, because of their own natural resistance to pain and injuries, wore little beyond leather and chainmail.

The messenger paused. "Just a minute." He tapped something out.

"A matter of two or three hours, if they use the new transport design."

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"Wait! I'll come with you!" Sarbid called. "I have no quarrel with you but I greatly dislike the Children of Kash. Allow me to come with you!"

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General Masiqd observed as the soldiers were loaded aboard the new transports. Using a material developed from alchemy, they could float a few feet above the ground, and pulled by tamed Sandworms, they could move incredibly fast. They would still take some time to get to the Xiscapian territory, and even then they would have to leave the transports once the desert ended.

Ayra nodded. "The plan is simple. The North Calaverans will go up the mountain, getting slowed down by the many traps we've set, both physical and magical. If they get far enough, they will encounter an extensive cavern complex. It leads to a little field right outside the Imperial City's walls. They will likely try and use this route. Fortunatly, we have known of this for many years and have taken appropriate measures to protect it. Once most or all of their army is inside, we shall trap them at a natural choke-point, forcing them to go back out of the caverns. If all goes well, your army will be waiting at the mouth of the caves, and they will be trapped between your forces and ours."

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Foxfire nodded and held out his hand to shake. "Very well. I hope you are as good a warrior as you are a speaker."

The man replied simply with a smile and said," I have seen much and acted as an agent for the Eternals in the lands of mortals for countless years, but my time to return to the west is nearing as I have one last message to give before I depart beyond all borders of this world and return to my Lords."

Appearing in a brillant shade of white light a voice then said," My friends the age of darkness is over and the strength of Uelimro shall soon be known to the darknessa and the might of the Eternals shall once again be known to the darkness. As well, look to the coming of the aide of a force that all darkness knows well and fears."

The scout went down on one knee, his head down and eyes averted. "A thousand aplogies. I did not realise I was speaking to a Messenger of the Gods."

Foxfire and Holly began to walk up the mountain. "Come on." called Foxfire to Sarbid.

The scout went down on one knee, his head down and eyes averted. "A thousand aplogies. I did not realise I was speaking to a Messenger of the Gods."

Foxfire and Holly began to walk up the mountain. "Come on." called Foxfire to Sarbid.As the man departed a loud horn sounded from below which sounded as it was the horn of Uelimro from the ancient days. As they horn subsided the banners of Uelimro, Etio, and Eleritmri flew in the wind coming form the west. Coming were cohorts of Eterni sent from the lands beyond the edge of the world to aide in the struggle of the people who followed the Light Eternals. Coming quickly a voice in the Elder tongue and said," We Eterni have been sent by our lords to aide in the destruction of the forces of darkness and chaos. Though we serve our lords we come of our own free will to aide in the cause of your kind."

OOC: To note the Eterni serve all Eternals, be the light or dark, save that most of the Dark Eterni fell in the ancient wars and now no longer fight openly as they once did. As well, the Eterni dwell in the lands of the Eternals and there live lifes that are immortal and can only be killed by a weapon. Another note the Eterni have come from what is essentially paradise and are willing to die for the cause of good.

OOC: A question, may I RP Yati??

OOC: A question, may I RP Yati??OOC: Nope, I am the only one with control over the Eternals, of any kind.

OOC: So will we be able to appoint our Avatars? Because Sarbid should be mine.

Sarbid grinned and shook the Xiscapian's hand.

"I can promise you that I am."

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The messenger nodded and transmitted the message.

"I'll tell them to get into position. Do you have any foreknowledge of their main force? Infantry? Archers? Horseman?"

"Let's go then." Foxfire smiled for the first time and stuck out his hand. "Welcome to the "team"."

Arya nodded. "It seems to be about 30,000 men strong. They are mostly footsoldiers, but with some archers and calvery. They wear a light chain mail, which sharp swords and arrows should have no trouble getting though."

OOC: So will we be able to appoint our Avatars? Because Sarbid should be mine.

Sarbid grinned and shook the Xiscapian's hand.

"I can promise you that I am."

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The messenger nodded and transmitted the message.

"I'll tell them to get into position. Do you have any foreknowledge of their main force? Infantry? Archers? Horseman?"OOC: Yeah, to note though your avatar's powers will be increaed senses, the ability to anaylze situations quickly, increased speead, strength of that of four men, and high adaptility.

OOC: We should put our avatars in our bios.
IC: Foxfire led Sarbid into a village. Men and women were preparing for battle, dressing in no one uniform, but rather an array of camoflauge. Some wore forest colors, some would use magic to stealth themselves, some could turn into various animals, a pair of girls coated themselves in paint which had been bewitched to change the color of it's surroundings, like a change-lizard. Men readied their katana swords, bows, spears, staves. Elite Shadow troops, dressed in all black, readied their weapons (think ninjas.). The town itself would never be found, and between the traps, ambushs, raids, wild animals, and waywerd magic, the North Calaverans were going to have quite a time getting up the mountain. Oh, and did I mention that there was a dragon or two?

OOC: That makes sense, considering my Eternal is of Technology. Still, Sarbid won't know until they reach the Temple of the One. Also, I have to go for the night.

Sarbid looked this over. He put a hand into his pack and pulled out his light armor. It was chain mail, with a single breastplate, all of which was alchemically treated to be stronger and lighter than normal metal. Sarbid went into a tent that Foxfire pointed out to him, and changed from his traveling clothes. When he emerged, he was wielding his two Zekath, and wearing the armor along with a light colored cloak and hood. He had exchanged his sandals for boots, and was now ready to fight. He had recieved Desert Guard training, the most elite within Qurir besides the Crown Blades, which he could not, as the training was only allowed to those selected for it, and he had not tried to.

Regardless, he was prepared for the battle ahead. He knew how to handle his weapons, how to find the weakpoints in armor and weapons (a side effect of a Kahaz's knowledge of technology, forging and weaponry), and how to kill quickly. This would be fun.

The army was at the edge of the mountain, Isiah walked to the front, observing the forest and terrain. His staff glowed and a fireball slammed into the grass in the forest. The fire began to spread up hill.

Almost immediatly a scout appeared. He waved his hand, water falling onto the fire, extiguishing it. "I come, on behalf of the Xiscapian people, to ask you not to do this. Many lives will be lost."

Isiah: Those who reject the path must be destroyed, follow the path to enlightment and you may still be drawn from the darkness which has blinded you child.

The scout shook his head. "You'll get no converts from us."
OOC: Last post

The prophet smiled, and his staff glowing made a bubble of energy around the man.:Then perhaps you need some time to think.

As the scout talked an Eterni came forward and said," You think yourself wise for following the will of a stronger being and seeking to convert others to his fool plans, you shall not find them amongst these people as they are worthy followers of the Eternal Uelimro. If you seek battle though you have found it with me and my two thousand fellows."

The scout pushed at the edges of the bubble. "Let me go!"

The prophet dropped the bubble as 7 crusaders grabbed the man, the prophet turned to the Eterni: Let them come, as god will judge you.

The prophet dropped the bubble as 7 crusaders grabbed the man, the prophet turned to the Eterni: Let them come, as god will judge you.The Eterni responded," May the darkness that awaits you and your master be bitter and long as one day the justice of Etio come upon you and your host that amasses here this day."

The prophet turned to the captured scout: Do you wish to be be free? I can grant you gifts from god.

OOC: I hope this doesn't bother anyone, I'm kind of bored.
IC: A Pack of Methualgra observed the goings on from the trees. They were planning to have a bit of fun when the battle was at last joined. There were only about seventy of them, but they were just here for fun. If it grew to serious, they would pull out. The only problem was figuring out who to assault.

The prophet turned to the captured scout: Do you wish to be be free? I can grant you gifts from god.

The scout spat in the man's face. "Go to hell, and take them with you!" he screamed, indicating the massed soldiers.

A troll roared and a orc yelled, "Fire!" Kazah-Dum lay down the ritual meat and dagger and gathered a group of around 200 Goblin archers. They stood out on a crag jutting from a cave and saw the prophet and his crusaders. Kazah-Dum swore.
"Them again?"

Alehkra and his group were nearing the Orcs, just a little longer...

OOC: Get on with it, Void Templer and Mereshika!

OOC: *Shrugs* Talk to him, not me.

the prophet nodded, his staff lit up, and with that, the prisoner was engulfed in white fire.

the troops formed ranks.

A fellow scout watched helplessly as his friend burned alive, his tourtured screams echoing across the mountain. The scout nodded, wiping a tear away from his right eye. "Qonn(Xiscapian word for Uelimro) help us." Then he dissapeared to ready the first few traps.

The prophet walked, and with him the army marched at a walking pace.

The army soon encountered their first trap: A simple rope tied at foot level between two trees. It was the same color as the forest, and very thin, but when a patrol walked into it, it burst in flame, burning the men and spreading fire balls thoughout the ranks.

A crusader tripped the trap, the flame engulfed many men, the prophet raised his staff and the fires were blown away. Sadly it had killed 50.

The next trap came: As the army entered a ring of trees, there was a soft humming sound. A wood nymph stood next to a tree, playing a harp, nude save for some leafs. She turned her green eyes on them. "You should not be here. Go back to the lands from which you came."

OCC: i will be back soon. like 30 mins or so..

OOC: That's too bad, it's like 11:00 A.M. over here. I need to be going. Catch you tommorow

Behind the north calaverans a group of ten vampires and twenty human rangers were sneaking through the forest. Since the first observation had been made they had followed the humans for about a hour. At their front was Agares and Mephiston, both searching for traps with their enchanted senses.
All the vampires were suffering greatly from the Thirst, and sometimes one of them would turn and stare hungrily at the human soldiers that followed them. But due to iron dicipline and long training, none of the rangers were killed. Suddenly Agares raised up his hand. As a man they all stopped. The human army did not move. Something powerful was out there, in front of the humans. Something really powerful.

Kazah-Dum spotted movement. Isn't that the same armor as before?.. He yelled, "Orcs! Raiders dare attack the mount!" The pointed at them with the sword and the orcs hollered with glee. They fired the bows at the enemies.

Behind the north calaverans a group of ten vampires and twenty human rangers were sneaking through the forest. Since the first observation had been made they had followed the humans for about a hour. At their front was Agares and Mephiston, both searching for traps with their enchanted senses.
All the vampires were suffering greatly from the Thirst, and sometimes one of them would turn and stare hungrily at the human soldiers that followed them. But due to iron dicipline and long training, none of the rangers were killed. Suddenly Agares raised up his hand. As a man they all stopped. The human army did not move. Something powerful was out there, in front of the humans. Something really powerful.
A scout appared behind them. "Who are you and what God do you serve?"

Turning around,Agares turned around and drew his rapier. The other vampires also had their weapons in their hands.The rangers had arrows on their bows.He calmed down. Rasing his hand he shouted:"Hold fire". He turned to the scout. "We are shadorakians and serve Xlitemi. Who are you? Which god do you serve?

The scout remained weary, and gave a slight bow. "We are the Xiscapians, and we serve Qonn, known to other races as Uelimro. You are well within our boarders. I ask again, what is your purpose for being here?"

OOC indeed that is a godmod.

OOC: Better that way?
Was a bit tired and irritated before. Had to kill something. Sorry for that.

OOC: Much better. :D BTW, use OOC (Out Of Character) when not posting IC (In Character).

Kazah-Dum spotted movement. Isn't that the same armor as before?.. He yelled, "Orcs! Raiders dare attack the mount!" The pointed at them with the sword and the orcs hollered with glee. They fired the bows at the enemies.
OOC: I assume you speak of the Methualgra...
Most of the arrows missed, or were dodged, but one Chaos Guard went down, an arrow in his throat. Finally, Alehkra reached the head Orc. He grinned, and made a swipe at his head.

Another scout watched as the 50 Chaos Guard attacked the Orcs. Well, it'll stop them from attacking us. he thought.

OOC: Theres fifty, if you count Alehkra.

OOC: So, originally, counting Alehkra, you had 51?

OOC: Yep.

The army braught there shields over themselves and started walking up the hill, this would allow maximum protection against arrows.

The next trap came: As the army entered a ring of trees, there was a soft humming sound. A wood nymph stood next to a tree, playing a harp, nude save for some leafs. She turned her green eyes on them. "You should not be here. Go back to the lands from which you came."

Suddenly the trees grew to enormous heights, trapping a good portion of the army. Branchs came down, cracking heads and snapping necks. Roots tripped men up and dragged them into the earth, lost forever. Pointed brachs tried to stab though armor. Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone, silent save for the hint of ghostly laughter on the wind.

The scout remained weary, and gave a slight bow. "We are the Xiscapians, and we serve Qonn, known to other races as Uelimro. You are well within our boarders. I ask again, what is your purpose for being here?"


The vampire smiled. "We are scouts sent out by our Council. Our priests have predicted that a great war is coming, great battles soon to be raging, and men dying in great numbers. As our people need blood to survive, we are mercenaries fighting for the highest bidder. Our price is in blood. We crave the blood of the enemy; the blood of their people. Men,women and childs".
The smile faded. "We need it to save our own people". He gestured to the human rangers. " We need it to save ourselves".

Kazah-Dum brought his sword to parry the blow, just in time to save his life. He growled and slashed back. The orcs discarded their bows and drew poisoned knives. They charged.

The vampire smiled. "We are scouts sent out by our Council. Our priests have predicted that a great war is coming, great battles soon to be raging, and men dying in great numbers. As our people need blood to survive, we are mercenaries fighting for the highest bidder. Our price is in blood. We crave the blood of the enemy; the blood of their people. Men,women and childs".
The smile faded. "We need it to save our own people". He gestured to the human rangers. " We need it to save ourselves".
"Mercs..." said the scout. "The army you may have seen: If you attack them, in small raids until they are far from this place, we will reveal the location of several of their towns and cities. Much blood can be gotten from both endevors, and, as we do not drink blood, you have it to yourselves. What say you?"

"Mercs..." said the scout. "The army you may have seen: If you attack them, in small raids until they are far from this place, we will reveal the location of several of their towns and cities. Much blood can be gotten from both endevors, and, as we do not drink blood, you have it to yourselves. What say you?"

Agares laughted. "Well, we have been stalking them for a couple of hours. Had thought of raiding them anyway. So we say yes, of course. We will do as you want". He grinned. "Never hurts with little goodwill either".

The scout nodded. "Good hunting." Then he dissapared to continue to spy and set traps for the North Calaveran army.

Kazah-Dum brought his sword to parry the blow, just in time to save his life. He growled and slashed back. The orcs discarded their bows and drew poisoned knives. They charged.
Alehkra grinned as he parried the blow. The orc was stronger than most at least. Still not as strong as he was, but stronger. He made a vicous overhand at the orcs head.

The Methualgra laughed as they parried clumsy goblin and orc blows, and buried blades into them.

As the Children of Kash attack another army moved into the war as Dark Eterni whipped tens of thousands of Imps, Trolls, Inhumi, and mutants into ranks and to keep them marching as this force was designed to make the Imperial city burn and to end one of the greater bastions of the power of the Light Eternals in the mortal world.

In order to gain the acceptance of the extra army a Dark Eterni and an escort of Inhumi were sent forward to meet with the Children of Kash.

OOC: Notes, the Inhumi are essentially mindless humans who have stone colored skin, pure black eyes, and no hair.

OOC: Question: Do we get Eterni? Good or otherwise?

OOC: Question: Do we get Eterni? Good or otherwise?OOC: Nope as I know it unfair as the Eterni are more the servants of the gods and do not fall under the control of players, unless I explicity give you control of them.

As the Children of Kash attack another army moved into the war as Dark Eterni whipped tens of thousands of Imps, Trolls, Inhumi, and mutants into ranks and to keep them marching as this force was designed to make the Imperial city burn and to end one of the greater bastions of the power of the Light Eternals in the mortal world.

In order to gain the acceptance of the extra army a Dark Eterni and an escort of Inhumi were sent forward to meet with the Children of Kash.

OOC: Notes, the Inhumi are essentially mindless humans who have stone colored skin, pure black eyes, and no hair.
OOC: Oh, great, that's just what I bloody need. Another army on my ass. Fortunatly, what you've sent seems to be, as a whole, not very bright...
IC: As the North Calaveran and Dark Armys moved towards the mountain, the traps began coming in ernest. Several dragons attacked the Dark Army, while at a river crossing the North Calaveran army was attacked by the water itself, trapping and drowning men, throwing them off their feet, rusting armor instantly.

OOC: Oh, great, that's just what I bloody need. Another army on my ass. Fortunatly, what you've sent seems to be, as a whole, not very bright...
IC: As the North Calaveran and Dark Armys moved towards the mountain, the traps began coming in ernest. Several dragons attacked the Dark Army, while at a river crossing the North Calaveran army was attacked by the water itself, trapping and drowning men, throwing them off their feet, rusting armor instantly.OOC: Dark Eternia are bright, its just that they do not care about their subdorniates who kinda of lacking upstairs.:D As for the dragons do not use them often as dragons tend to be one of the sketchy zones.

IC: The Dark Eterni through their units into rank and then let loose a volley of armor percing arrows at the dragons.

(OOC: sorry for my lack of activity)
Slesha awoke on a lavish purple bed in a room suited for royalty. One of the king's advisors was also in the room.

"Good, you have awaken! I have much to tell you. There is a battle going on."