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The Orc scratched at his head, glancing at the others in his company.

"I'll handle this. You three take a break.", came a high pitched voice form behind them.

Rizgik, a small lesser Orc that stood around 5'1" with pale, human-like toned skin, and small beady eyes squeezed past the three's mounts and smiled toothily up at the Draconian that had stepped forward, showing his rows of sharp teeth.

"I speak for my lord and master, High Chieftain Grelok. How can I be of service?"

The Draconian stared uneasily at Rizgik for a moment, then he started speaking.
"For centuries, every race has fought each other, countless numbers of people from all races have died. And for what? We are still in the same situation. Therefore I propose a Non-aggression pact and a defense treaty with your race."

As the bugle's call broke the silence, the yeomanry patrol reined in their mounts and scanned the distance.

"There," cried one man, pointing with his spear, "coming over that hill to the north."

"Aelfric," smiled the patrol's commander, "what do you see?"

"I see three mounted men... in shining plate. By the gods! They've got a Fist banner! The Fist? Here?"

"If they're the Fist," smirked Oswald, "then standards have slipped. Why is their armour so shiny?"

"Maybe it's just a new unit. Come, Oswald, raise our banner. We ride!"

With that, the eleven men spurred their horses towards the group of horsemen on the hill...

"They're coming sir!" Called out the standard bearer, still energetically waving his banner. "Shall I stop waving?"
"Nonsense," grumbled the Captain as he finished relieving himself in the bush. "Waving is fun." He clambered back onto his horse and as the horsemen drew near, raised his right arm in greeting.
"Greetings in the name of the Fist!" He saluted, ensuring his posture was stiff. Mustn't appear silly now...

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Back at the Fortress-City itself, Tancred was holding council with his sub-commanders.
"The men are getting restless sire," ventured a scarred archer commander, his left cheek still covered in stitches thanks to an Orcish spear.
"They could do with some action," agreed Mordred, toying with a dagger and etching his name on a goblet. "Training can only count for so much - the men need a real victory to lift their spirits. We don't want to have to fall back on only training when the siege comes."
At this, everyone in the room fell silent and stared at the armoured man. Whilst the threat of attack was on the back of everyone's mind, no-one had dared speak it aloud save Tancred, and even he had only mentioned it once.
Tancred cleared his throat loudly.
"Yes, thankyou Mordred. Now moving on to other business..."
A loud slam sounded as Mordered's gauntlet crashed into the table, jolting many and sending drinks flying over armour and clothes.
"We cannot ignore the threat!" He bellowed, his voice full of rage. "Every day our enemies gather in strength and numbers. Every day our race grows closer and closer to subjugation or extermination!"
"And would you have us do," snarled a pikeman, his armour dented from countless battles, "put a blade in the hands of every man, woman and child and have them march against the entire land?"
"Our race has been at war with everyone for years and we grow closer and closer to death. Perhaps our only hope is peace," suggested another soldier.
Mordred's jaw dropped.
"I cannot believe I am hearing this! After all we have lost, all those who have died, and now you seek peace with our enemies?"
"ENOUGH!" Bellowed Tancred, and at once everyone fell silent. "I must consider this matter, but for now we will proceed as follows: Mordred, you are right, the troops need some action. Assemble a raiding party and go and hunt some goblins or some bandits - nothing that belongs to one of the major factions. Ivor, go and see the Magii and tell them that we want to contact the Draconians. Leave."
As one, the sub-commanders stood, bowed to Tancred and took their leave, quietly talking amongst themselves as they left.
"Stay Mordred," ordered Tancred, and the younger Mailed Fist commander stopped to face his superior. Tancred walked to within a couple of paces of him and, after checking that everyone had left the room, dropped his voice to an angry whisper.
"I agree with you my boy. There is but a sparrow's fart of a chance that we can defeat all of our foes, and perhaps a sliver more that the Draconians will talk to us."
"Then why are we putting our heads in the sand and pretending that we still have a chance?" Mordred's whisper was just as angry, but he was completely unprepared for the cuff round the cheek from Tancred.
"Because hope is our greatest weapon Mordred. Why do you think that we still have an army despite so many lost battles and lost fortresses? Why do you think that after seeing so many of their friends and family cut down by nameless horrors, men and women still take up the blade and stand firm? Hope. They have hope in the survival of our people, and I have hope in it as well."
Mordred cracked a grin at Tancred's words.
"I think they have hope in you sir. They know you'll see us through. If only they knew that I was the real brains behind us all..."
"Ha! There's the Mordred I know," beamed Tancred as he clapped him on the shoulder and led him towards the door. "Come on old friend, let's go and put a dent in the keep's ale store before you set off."

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In the tower of the Magii, the incantations had just been finished and now the message was primed to be sent. The mage frowned as he concentrated, sending the simple thought message to the Draconian leader.

Come to Sygiria. Talk. Peace.

The Draconian stared uneasily at Rizgik for a moment, then he started speaking.
"For centuries, every race has fought each other, countless numbers of people from all races have died. And for what? We are still in the same situation. Therefore I propose a Non-aggression pact and a defense treaty with your race."

"Interesting proposal, Draconian. I take it this non-aggression and defense treaty would only apply to us two?"

"Interesting proposal, Draconian. I take it this non-aggression and defense treaty would only apply to us two?"

"We have a few other non-aggression pacts with other races, but this treaty and non-aggression pact I'm proposing applies to our two races." said the Draconian

OOC: Anyone here interested in establishing relations with my group?

OOC: I thought I did it with your guys.

"We have a few other non-aggression pacts with other races, but this treaty and non-aggression pact I'm proposing applies to our two races." said the Draconian

Rizgik stroked his chin in thought for a few moments before smirking toothily and extending his hand. "You've got a deal, emissary. We may need you soon enough too."

Rizgik stroked his chin in thought for a few moments before smirking toothily and extending his hand. "You've got a deal, emissary. We may need you soon enough too."

The Draconian took the hand and shook it, but since he was so big, he was clumsy at it.

OOC: Greal, want to respond to this?

In the tower of the Magii, the incantations had just been finished and now the message was primed to be sent. The mage frowned as he concentrated, sending the simple thought message to the Draconian leader.

Come to Sygiria. Talk. Peace.

Fantis didn't usually read thought messages, but this one interested him. He and his Sky Guard of fifty Draconians flew to the area they were directed to. Fantis had chosen a successor if something had happened to him.

The bowman standing watch on the keep roof nursed his sore head and wondered why on earth he'd had that second jug of wine last night. Right now it felt like a demon was trying to claw its way out of his head and stomach, and at this rate it would be out soon. His self pity was soon ended when he caught sight of fifty-odd Draconians swooping down out of the clouds.

" 'ware the roof!" He called, dropping to his knees to pick up his bow and quiver.
"That won't be necessary," came the voice of Tancred from behind him. "They should be here to talk."
The bowman dropped his bow in disbelief. "Talk? Them?" He gestured towards the approaching Draconians angrily. "All they want is to kill us all."
"We don't know that for sure, and we never will unless we talk to them. Now, I have a task for you soldier. Find Mordred, and tell him our guests have arrived. Have food and wine prepared." Tancred's voice left no room for dissent, and the soldier bowed in assent.
'Aye my lord, it will be done as you asked." With that the bowman left, squeezing past several armoured men coming up the single staircase that led from the interior.

On the roof, Tancred stood in full armour along with twenty of his Mailed Fist, also in full plate from head to toe. Unlike Tancred, the soldiers were armed and had their visors down to conceal their faces, though all swords were in their scabbards. When the Draconians drew near, Tancred grinned and raised his right arm in salute.
"Greetings Draconian, I see you got my message?"

The bowman standing watch on the keep roof nursed his sore head and wondered why on earth he'd had that second jug of wine last night. Right now it felt like a demon was trying to claw its way out of his head and stomach, and at this rate it would be out soon. His self pity was soon ended when he caught sight of fifty-odd Draconians swooping down out of the clouds.

" 'ware the roof!" He called, dropping to his knees to pick up his bow and quiver.
"That won't be necessary," came the voice of Tancred from behind him. "They should be here to talk."
The bowman dropped his bow in disbelief. "Talk? Them?" He gestured towards the approaching Draconians angrily. "All they want is to kill us all."
"We don't know that for sure, and we never will unless we talk to them. Now, I have a task for you soldier. Find Mordred, and tell him our guests have arrived. Have food and wine prepared." Tancred's voice left no room for dissent, and the soldier bowed in assent.
'Aye my lord, it will be done as you asked." With that the bowman left, squeezing past several armoured men coming up the single staircase that led from the interior.

On the roof, Tancred stood in full armour along with twenty of his Mailed Fist, also in full plate from head to toe. Unlike Tancred, the soldiers were armed and had their visors down to conceal their faces, though all swords were in their scabbards. When the Draconians drew near, Tancred grinned and raised his right arm in salute.
"Greetings Draconian, I see you got my message?"

"Yes." said Fantis, sounding a little amused,"I have to admit I was a little surprised that you would want to talk, and I am a little surprise that I persuaded myself to come."

Some of the twenty feet high Draconians looked at the soldiers uneasily. Fantis however calmed them down, and warned them not to do anything stupid that could ruin the talks.

"My apologies for the somewhat crude method used to get in touch with you, good sir," apologised Tancred with a bow. "But as a fellow warrior, one must make do with what one has to hand." Tancred allowed a trace of humour to creep into his voice - after all, the Draconian seemed amused, didn't he? However, he kept his tone neutral for what he had to say next.
"Let us talk, Draconian, as warrior to warrior. Your people are clearly a rising power in this land, and whilst your numbers are small, your deeds are impressive. Every man standing on this rooftop," he turned and waved his hand to encompass all of the human soldiers on the rooftop, "has fought against your kind and can personally attest to your skill at arms. Likewise I am sure your warriors have fought against our kind, and know that when our backs are against the walls we fight like wildcats." As he was speaking, Tancred remembered all of the battles fought, won and lost, countless images of fallen friends and foes flashing before his eyes. He continued, talking as if stating a simple matter of fact. "I am not one for clever words or political bargains, but I have this to say: here, gathered in this fortress, is the mightiest human army ever seen, comprised of the most experienced human warriors from all over this land with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Your armies might wage war on us and succeed, but by the Horn we would bloody your nose so viciously that you will be easy prey to the Dwarfs, Elves, Orcs or even the Vampires or Demons. I see that some of your personal guard seem ill at ease around a score of my men - imagine your army when it came to face over thirty thousand human soldiers, ready to give their lives." He paused for a second, just a second, to let his words sink in.
"If you agree to leave us be, to let Sygiria be ruled by humans and continue to be a free human domain, then by the authority of me, Tancred of the Mailed Fist, I will sign a treaty of non-agression and friendship with you and your kind. We will respect your land and your customs, and if war is ever declared on you our armies will march with yours. Likewise if someone declares war on us, your armies will aid us. Divided, our people could fall easy prey to the numerous threats. United, we can survive. What say you?"

True to Tancred's word, the twenty soldiers had all fought Draconians before, and whilst they felt uneasy around them, the soldiers of the Mailed Fist held fast with their legendary discipline. A few smirked underneath their helmets at how uneasy the Draconians felt around the humans.

"My apologies for the somewhat crude method used to get in touch with you, good sir," apologised Tancred with a bow. "But as a fellow warrior, one must make do with what one has to hand." Tancred allowed a trace of humour to creep into his voice - after all, the Draconian seemed amused, didn't he? However, he kept his tone neutral for what he had to say next.
"Let us talk, Draconian, as warrior to warrior. Your people are clearly a rising power in this land, and whilst your numbers are small, your deeds are impressive. Every man standing on this rooftop," he turned and waved his hand to encompass all of the human soldiers on the rooftop, "has fought against your kind and can personally attest to your skill at arms. Likewise I am sure your warriors have fought against our kind, and know that when our backs are against the walls we fight like wildcats." As he was speaking, Tancred remembered all of the battles fought, won and lost, countless images of fallen friends and foes flashing before his eyes. He continued, talking as if stating a simple matter of fact. "I am not one for clever words or political bargains, but I have this to say: here, gathered in this fortress, is the mightiest human army ever seen, comprised of the most experienced human warriors from all over this land with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Your armies might wage war on us and succeed, but by the Horn we would bloody your nose so viciously that you will be easy prey to the Dwarfs, Elves, Orcs or even the Vampires or Demons. I see that some of your personal guard seem ill at ease around a score of my men - imagine your army when it came to face over thirty thousand human soldiers, ready to give their lives." He paused for a second, just a second, to let his words sink in.
"If you agree to leave us be, to let Sygiria be ruled by humans and continue to be a free human domain, then by the authority of me, Tancred of the Mailed Fist, I will sign a treaty of non-agression and friendship with you and your kind. We will respect your land and your customs, and if war is ever declared on you our armies will march with yours. Likewise if someone declares war on us, your armies will aid us. Divided, our people could fall easy prey to the numerous threats. United, we can survive. What say you?"

True to Tancred's word, the twenty soldiers had all fought Draconians before, and whilst they felt uneasy around them, the soldiers of the Mailed Fist held fast with their legendary discipline. A few smirked underneath their helmets at how uneasy the Draconians felt around the humans.

Fantis listened to Tancred carefully. These humans were tricky and could turn against them, but luckily the Draconians had a few tricks also.

"Alright, agreed. As long as each race does not strike each other, we shall not enter your lands. I am also proposing a trade agreement."

Fantis listened to Tancred carefully. These humans were tricky and could turn against them, but luckily the Draconians had a few tricks also.

"Alright, agreed. As long as each race does not strike each other, we shall not enter your lands. I am also proposing a trade agreement."

Inwardly, Tancred screamed with triumph, but all that showed on his face was the relief of a warrior knowing that an unnecessary war had been avoided.

"So be it," he beamed. "Our merchants shall be free to enter your lands, and vice versa. Let it be known that on this day, peace between Draconian and human came around." Tancred then took a couple of steps closer to Fantis, removing his right gauntlet, then his chainmail, then his padded gloves and handed them to one of the Mailed Fist soldiers, who handed Tancred a small dagger.
"Draconian!" He called out, so that all on the rooftop could hear clearly. "Paper wears and tears, plus words can be distorted by lawyers and other such filth. Will you cut your palm with me and shake, binding us be blood to seal and honour our pact?" Taking the dagger, Tancred sliced his palm from top to bottom, letting the blood flow freely. Handing the dagger back to the soldier, he held his hand up for the Draconian to shake.

A few days after the arrival of the Draconian emissaries...

Grelok watched atop his war wolf from a nearby hill as his army marched towards the Elven forests. A massive war host of thousands. Every Orc of age that could wield a weapon and hold a shield was assembled and assimilated into the army.

War drums beat in rhythm with their marching which shook the ground beneath them. Massive machines of war were being towed at the rear.

He grinned and basked in all the glory of his army. They would reach the forests of the Elves in 2 days, and hopefully their Demon allies would already be there...

Inwardly, Tancred screamed with triumph, but all that showed on his face was the relief of a warrior knowing that an unnecessary war had been avoided.

"So be it," he beamed. "Our merchants shall be free to enter your lands, and vice versa. Let it be known that on this day, peace between Draconian and human came around." Tancred then took a couple of steps closer to Fantis, removing his right gauntlet, then his chainmail, then his padded gloves and handed them to one of the Mailed Fist soldiers, who handed Tancred a small dagger.
"Draconian!" He called out, so that all on the rooftop could hear clearly. "Paper wears and tears, plus words can be distorted by lawyers and other such filth. Will you cut your palm with me and shake, binding us be blood to seal and honour our pact?" Taking the dagger, Tancred sliced his palm from top to bottom, letting the blood flow freely. Handing the dagger back to the soldier, he held his hand up for the Draconian to shake.

The Draconian cut his "palm" with a small dagger and the shook the human hand, the deal was sealed. There would be peace for now.

The Draconian cut his "palm" with a small dagger and the shook the human hand, the deal was sealed. There would be peace for now.

After shaking the Draconian's hand, which had engulfed his own, Tancred grinned and pulled out a bandage from a bag on his belt, wrapping it around his cut.

"So by our blood the pact is sealed. Now on a less formal note, can I offer you and your guards a night of hospitality here in Sygiria? There's some ale that has been calling my name since this morning," he joked with a wink.

After shaking the Draconian's hand, which had engulfed his own, Tancred grinned and pulled out a bandage from a bag on his belt, wrapping it around his cut.

"So by our blood the pact is sealed. Now on a less formal note, can I offer you and your guards a night of hospitality here in Sygiria? There's some ale that has been calling my name since this morning," he joked with a wink.

The Draconian leader laughed and said yes to the human's offer. His guards were now not so nervous.

Grelok snorted as his army has reached the tree line of the Elven territories. "Let it commence! Carve a path to their puny villages!" the army cheered and roared in response to this and a large seiege engine was rolled forward. It was akin to a catapult but it had a massive axe blade that was pulled back into place by a series of cranks. Once in place, it would be released and the force of its release would easily cleave a tree of thousands of years of age in half.

The weapon was primed into place by a crew of some dozen Orcs who, though stupid, were chosen physically for the task of operating the machine. "Release!", roared the crew's captain and the crew pulled a lever on the frame which released the axe. The massive blade cut cleanly through a pair of trees and as their canopies toppled to the ground the Orcs were quick to take them and begin chopping them to build more engines of war as well as battlements for future battles.

The Crypt Angel, after flying a good while detected a disturbance up ahead. It saw the situation clearly, demons and elves fighting. "Well at least I know this is the place..." The creature muttered before landing in front of Aeris. It bowed quickly to her in order to dispell any suspiscion that it might be hostile, "Greetings from Umbra fair lady." The Angel said with a smile, its black teeth glimmering in the moonlight.

The Draconian leader laughed and said yes to the human's offer. His guards were now not so nervous.

"Fantastic! Trumpeter, sound the call," ordered Tancred. One of the soldiers took out a bugle and played four loud short blasts. Upon hearing them, soldiers throughout the city relayed the good news and the city erupted in cheers and celebrations. Servants brought up barrels of ale and wine, including several Draconian-sized goblets which were quickly filled and handed around the guests. More people came up onto the rooftop, not just soldiers but other inhabitants of the keep who were curious to see a Draconian up close.

"So tell me friend," Tancred asked Fantis, "now that we are allies, is there anything that we can do for your realm?"

Grelok snorted as his army has reached the tree line of the Elven territories. "Let it commence! Carve a path to their puny villages!" the army cheered and roared in response to this and a large seiege engine was rolled forward. It was akin to a catapult but it had a massive axe blade that was pulled back into place by a series of cranks. Once in place, it would be released and the force of its release would easily cleave a tree of thousands of years of age in half.

The weapon was primed into place by a crew of some dozen Orcs who, though stupid, were chosen physically for the task of operating the machine. "Release!", roared the crew's captain and the crew pulled a lever on the frame which released the axe. The massive blade cut cleanly through a pair of trees and as their canopies toppled to the ground the Orcs were quick to take them and begin chopping them to build more engines of war as well as battlements for future battles.

Natalya's reinforcements now marched into battle. Ten thousund demons, thirsty for blood. They sreamed their battle cry and attacked the elves full strength.

Beelzebub landed by Gerlok's side.
"You must be the orc cheiftain. I am Lord Beelzebub, of Tartarus. What is your name my friend."

"High Chieftain Grelok, my lord. We'll carve our way through the Elven forests and see if we can draw away some troops so that yours can advance. They love their forests too much to watch them be burned to the ground."

"Fantastic! Trumpeter, sound the call," ordered Tancred. One of the soldiers took out a bugle and played four loud short blasts. Upon hearing them, soldiers throughout the city relayed the good news and the city erupted in cheers and celebrations. Servants brought up barrels of ale and wine, including several Draconian-sized goblets which were quickly filled and handed around the guests. More people came up onto the rooftop, not just soldiers but other inhabitants of the keep who were curious to see a Draconian up close.

"So tell me friend," Tancred asked Fantis, "now that we are allies, is there anything that we can do for your realm?"

The Draconian guards were watching the civilians and soldiers, some of them laughed outright, while the others stayed quiet.

"What is your opinion of the Giant spiders to the north?"

As no one seemed to respond to Salpsan's request to enter the draconian territory, he decided to fly straight to the human settlement within the Draconian territory. He landed in the middle of the settlement and asked an old man. "Who is the lord of this territory ands how can I find him?"

A squad of calvary riders rode up towards a wall city where they could see what seemed to be Draconian. The leader came forward with a white flag but armed with rifles as he waved it across. His eyes darted around as his second in commander fired a shot into the air hoping to get someone's attention.

"I wish to speak with your leader!" shouted Edward the leader.

The Crypt Angel, after flying a good while detected a disturbance up ahead. It saw the situation clearly, demons and elves fighting. "Well at least I know this is the place..." The creature muttered before landing in front of Aeris. It bowed quickly to her in order to dispell any suspiscion that it might be hostile, "Greetings from Umbra fair lady." The Angel said with a smile, its black teeth glimmering in the moonlight.

"I don't believe it." Zena muttered. "One of the crypt angels."
"So long as it doesn't attack again, I think we'll be fine." Josh replied.
Aeris meanwhile ignored their discussion in favor of talking to the demon. "Oh dear, I do hope you'll be able to do as good a job as umbra. But we must act quick. I wish to call a ceasefire with the demons long enough to work out a truce. And I was hoping Umbra would be willing to mediate our meeting. Do you think you'd be able to help with all that?" She asked, spotting the hole in it's chest.

"As long as I am under Umbra's control I believe I should be able to manage such a thing..." The Crypt Angel said in a deep, drawn-out voice, "I can only assume that the demons in question are those." It pointed to the assaulting mass behind it. "Beelzebub, I recognize that scent anywhere... the warmongering fool has decided to begin his campaign... I will do what I can. Know this, Beelzebub is a warmonger. I doubt there is even a sliver of intelligence inside his mind that would have him listen to a peace offering." The angel turned to face the oncoming demons, "But he's not here? Oh, he must have sent someone in his stead."

As no one seemed to respond to Salpsan's request to enter the draconian territory, he decided to fly straight to the human settlement within the Draconian territory. He landed in the middle of the settlement and asked an old man. "Who is the lord of this territory ands how can I find him?"

The Draconians, clearly alarmed, drew their massive swords and axes and glared at Salpsan who was in their fortress. The walls seemed much higher then usual.
"Wait!" said Lord Fantis, walking down the street toward Salpsan,"Who are you and why have you trespassed my fortress? I can kill you right now because of your ignorance, but I won't."

A squad of calvary riders rode up towards a wall city where they could see what seemed to be Draconian. The leader came forward with a white flag but armed with rifles as he waved it across. His eyes darted around as his second in commander fired a shot into the air hoping to get someone's attention.

"I wish to speak with your leader!" shouted Edward the leader.

The gate suddenly opened and three Draconians stepped out.
"Our leader is currently down in the southern lands, but if you wish to speak with his second in command, follow me."

The Draconians, clearly alarmed, drew their massive swords and axes and glared at Salpsan who was in their fortress. The walls seemed much higher then usual.
"Wait!" said Lord Fantis, walking down the street toward Salpsan,"Who are you and why have you trespassed my fortress? I can kill you right now because of your ignorance, but I won't."

"I come to negotiate an allience between the demons of Tartarus, and the Draconians here." said Salpsan. "And you probably couldn't kill me, anyways."

"I come to negotiate an allience between the demons of Tartarus, and the Draconians here." said Salpsan. "And you probably couldn't kill me, anyways."

"And why wouldn't I kill you?" asked Fantis, disgusted by the demon and amused.

"And why wouldn't I kill you?" asked Fantis, disgusted by the demon and amused.

"Doesn't matter. My father just wants you to join in with us and the orcs against the elves. What say you?" said Salpsan.

"Doesn't matter. My father just wants you to join in with us and the orcs against the elves. What say you?" said Salpsan.

"The elves, that may present a problem, we have just signed a non-aggression pact with them." said the Draconian leader.

"The elves, that may present a problem, we have just signed a non-aggression pact with them." said the Draconian leader.

You singed a packed with those weaklings?!" said Salpsan "My father won't be happy to hear this. We thought you were better than this."

You singed a packed with those weaklings?!" said Salpsan "My father won't be happy to hear this. We thought you were better than this."

"We have a large border to watch. Giant spiders are our main concern." said Fantis.

"We have a large border to watch. Giant spiders are our main concern." said Fantis.

"Spiders? My father can control insects, I don't know about giant spiders, but maybe it works on them to." said Salpsan, trying to convert the draconian leader to his side of the war.

OOC: Greal, if you don't want me to be able to control giant spiders, we can just say that Beelzebub's power doesn't work on them.

"As long as I am under Umbra's control I believe I should be able to manage such a thing..." The Crypt Angel said in a deep, drawn-out voice, "I can only assume that the demons in question are those." It pointed to the assaulting mass behind it. "Beelzebub, I recognize that scent anywhere... the warmongering fool has decided to begin his campaign... I will do what I can. Know this, Beelzebub is a warmonger. I doubt there is even a sliver of intelligence inside his mind that would have him listen to a peace offering." The angel turned to face the oncoming demons, "But he's not here? Oh, he must have sent someone in his stead."

"Probably what happened. But from the looks of this battle, we will not be able to keep holding them here." Aeris said, looking down upon the demons and elves fighting. "We need a way out, and fast." It was true what she said. The elves were beginning to lose, and badly. "Do you have a way of getting all of the soldiers here to safety? I hope I'm not asking too much, but I take lives over land any day."

OOC: I'm pulling out of this thread, I just can't keep up with everything going on so GW, take it from here.

"Probably what happened. But from the looks of this battle, we will not be able to keep holding them here." Aeris said, looking down upon the demons and elves fighting. "We need a way out, and fast." It was true what she said. The elves were beginning to lose, and badly. "Do you have a way of getting all of the soldiers here to safety? I hope I'm not asking too much, but I take lives over land any day."

OOC: I'm pulling out of this thread, I just can't keep up with everything going on so GW, take it from here.

Beelzebub, who was still standing by Gerlok's side, turned to his ally. "If I know this pathetic race right, they'll be pulling out of this battle soon." Natalya flew to Beelzebub's side. "The elves are becomming weaker, my master. Soon this territory will be under your rule."

"Spiders? My father can control insects, I don't know about giant spiders, but maybe it works on them to." said Salpsan, trying to convert the draconian leader to his side of the war.

OOC: Greal, if you don't want me to be able to control giant spiders, we can just say that Beelzebub's power doesn't work on them.

"We are fighting the giant spiders, but they are unfortunately always numerous. If you help us, then I'll break the pact with elves." said Fantis.

OOC: Alright

"We are fighting the giant spiders, but they are unfortunately always numerous. If you help us, then I'll break the pact with elves." said Fantis.

OOC: Alright

"Good, I will bring the news to my father." said Salpsan, and flew off.

The Crypt Angel let out a sigh before then letting out a roar of annoyance. "Fine," it said as it turned to the front lines. All elves will now go into full retreat. This is the Crypt Angel of Umbra, you will all listen to me and retreat. I have full control over the situation now. That was a psychic message the demon sen tto the elves, one by one they all heeded his words and began to retreat. He turned to Aeris, "go into the forest, head south. I'll be there shortly."
He walked past the retreating elves to the front lines. He saw the demons but didn't care, "You will all now cease your attack. The elves are under my command and protection as they leave this area. Failure to comply with my order will result in immediate destruction of all attackers." As he spoke the elves disapeared into the forest. He then sent a telepathic message to Umbra, The elves are now withdrawing, master. I am going to take them to Pyro's castle where they will be safe. There is not much more here to do. Umbra heard this and responded, Very well. If the demons do not cease attacks you have permission to kill them all. The Crypt Angel smiled and let out a deep laugh as it heard this.

Beelzebub and Natalya flew from Gerlok and landed in front of the Crypt Angel.
"You think you can tell my armies what to do?" roared Beelzebub. "You think you can just claim this battle to be over? I am in command here. You can retreat the battle field, but you can't stop the demonic and orcish armies."

The Crypt Angel cocked its head, "With every moment you stand in front of me I absorb a little more of your power." The Crypt Angel stapped its fingers watching the ground around it and Beezlebub erupt into black flames, "I have no patience at the moment. Now cease attacking or face pure Wrath."

Fantis then headed back to his "castle", it was going to be a busy day.

The Crypt Angel cocked its head, "With every moment you stand in front of me I absorb a little more of your power." The Crypt Angel stapped its fingers watching the ground around it and Beezlebub erupt into black flames, "I have no patience at the moment. Now cease attacking or face pure Wrath."

OOC: can he do that?

Beelzebub and the other demons backed away, while Natalya steped forward and pulled out a dagger.
"Let's see how you do against the living dead." she said.

OOC: Yes, slowly if it's not trying, much faster if it's actually trying. At the moment it's not trying.
IC:

"Am I supposed to fear your oxymorons? Living are living, dead are dead. Destruction is destruction. Even after all this time, nothing ever changes. Everything is still as pointless and stupid as it was centuries ago."

OOC: Yes, slowly if it's not trying, much faster if it's actually trying. At the moment it's not trying.
IC:

"Am I supposed to fear your oxymorons? Living are living, dead are dead. Destruction is destruction. Even after all this time, nothing ever changes. Everything is still as pointless and stupid as it was centuries ago."

OOC: i see...

IC: "Stop babbling and fight me." said Natalya, stabbing her dagger towards the Crypt Angel's heart.

OOC: Sorry guys, but i'm afraid i'm out too.

OOC: I'm afraid this is dead.

damn...

Yeah, this is gone, of well