RPG #10 - Gyin

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  1. Rosgwak

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    Meltaris watched as Elril and Night headed back to camp, and then turned to return the grin to Irilse before following her. As he walked along a few steps behind her, he started to think about the journey ahead, and what sort of troubles they may encounter. He really had no idea why they were volunteering to go on this psychotic scouting mission anyway, but he merely shrugged off any doubts. They were all able warriors, capable of taking care of anything that came at them.

    Suddenly Meltaris' thoughts were interrupted by Irilse tripping over a rock and falling face first into a small mud puddle. Meltaris attempted to quickly smother a laugh, but couldn't contain himself any longer and burst out laughing. He grinned at Irilse when she glared at him, and kept walking, his light tread carrying him over the rock and the mud puddle, and the last minute or two back to the camp. Once there, he bent down and slung his pack and bow back over his shoulders, and picked up his staff. He then walked up to Elril, Night and Luin.
    "Ah, and my other favourite people. This looks to be a fun little travelling party." he said to them. "I'm ready to leave when you guys are." he finished, then turned to look anxiously for Irilse.
     
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    "Well we are just waiting for lady Irilse, when she appears we may go." Elril said in a little warmer voice than she use to use. She shook her head then at Luin. Guess it's always good to have a friend... He always made her feel better. And thinking about friends, she hoped she would get to talk some more with the companions of the new-formed party. She still saw it proper for herself to hold up her cold facade though, emotions could make things so difficult. She would try to be the leader the group might use, but she liked to think of it more like a mentor. She didn't like to tell people what to do. She was of the philosophy that you acted the best if you acted in your own ways, not when trying to do things the same way as others. Even if the other ways could be 'better' in some sence, you shouldn't try to bend the branches against natures will, they'll just get twisted and broken and their inner beauty, the essence of their behaviour would be lessened. A branch like that would never be as good as if it would be letf alone to make it's own choices, to form it's own will, it's own character. And Elri lwas highly interested in getting to know these new characters she now had had the fortune to meet.
     
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    Glaring at Meltaris as he laughed at her fall, she made her way back to the camp to meet Elril and Luin and Night. Carefull not to trip over nay more things on the ground, she snaked her way around branches and roots with a grace that only elves could be better at. Of course, she thought, all eleves used to think her a clutz. Maybe she was, but when she relaly thought about her way around, she could move easily without falling or tripping. Cursing her clutziness, she made her way to the camp clearing to find Elril, Night, Luin and Meltaris all around talking....waiting for her.

    Just her luck.

    Taking her place beside Meltaris, she flashed a grin at him before smiling to Luin and Elril and Night in turn.
     
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    Elril nodded her welcome to Irilse and then said to the whole group. "Well then I think we better get going, shall we?"

    Luin smiled at Irilse and then turned to take Elril's hand to start leading them away. "That's enough of your teasing Luin!" Elril said through clensed teeth to Luin, in elvish ofcourse. Luin just rolled his eyes and let her hand go.

    Night also started walking as Elril and Luin did. Elril tought he had been pretty quiet compared to how he had been earlier but she didn't bother much with it. Though she had to admit to herself she liked talking to the man and she looked forward to when they would make camp the first time. But she also remembered the threat of tha orgas and she sighed at the tought...

    (OOC: I'm npc-ing Night just a bit since he can't come out on the net, just to keep him with us ya know ;))
     
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    Meltaris grinned at Irilse as she arrived.
    "Still mud-free?" he said, poking his tongue out at Irilse and smiling. He then turned back to Elril, as she started walking off. Shrugging to Irilse Meltaris adjusted his grip on his staff and followed after them keeping his pace slow enough so Irilse could keep up with ease. Glancing over at her, he was reminded once more of just how beautiful she was, and how unlikely ever meeting someone like her seemed to him not that long ago.

    Looking back to the front however, he saw Elril, Night and Luin. They would be interesting people to talk to, and find out more about, however rather than distract himself and them on the walk, Meltaris decided to wait until they set up camp and then do a bit of bonding there. In the meantime, Meltaris was happy to walk along and enjoy the scenery unless spoken to, and after a few minutes he had started subconsciously whistling a half-remembered tune.
     
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    After they had walked for a while and had found a good rythm, a good pace for everyone to keep up with, Elril decided to say something. It's true she wasn't very talkative but one can always change and she was curious about her travelling-companions. But she didn't know hoe to start nonetheless. "I like that tune Meltaris, do you remember the words?" She didn't know why she had said that. Bet it sounded really stupid...

    "Well anyways, I thought it would be best to...er...No I don't know really. Well...Wether you thought so or not, I will not try to act as your leader. I don't belive in commanding people, telling them exactly what to do. It traps the spirit, make them less effective and cause them to perform below what they would if they are let free in how to act. And since I don't like it, I wouldn't want to try it either, especiallly not with you whom are not from Lorinea. What I want to say is that I would be most happy if we could work together, as a group of individuals, each bringing her, or his, own opinion to the matter and thus working our way forward to a solution. I say this cause time will come for us to decide how to act. And even if we will not operate together we should be able to. Excuse me for not beeing that well on formulating my words. I hope you get the point though and I wonder what you all have to say of this, if anything."

    She looked around at her companions, still walking. Her expression hinted slightly with uncertain-ness but still she didn't express much of her feelings and thoughts. She remained calm on the outside eventhough she felt like an utter fool on the inside...
     
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    After three days of painstakingly boring marching, the Alliance reached Kilnako. There was little excitement that is until they reached the foot of the mountains, and say the some dwarves, to their surprise, on mounts.
    A large, bearded figure, obviously dwarven, came over to the lead of the party, being Stormborn, and asked aloud. “Who in the hells are you? And why do you come to Kilnako?” He gestured with a heavy hammer, and his short reptilian mount made a hiss.
    Epherit beat his chest once, and looked down on the stout soldier.
    “I, am Epherit Stormborn, known as He Who Rides the Storm, I’ve come to aid Kilnako.” The dwarf listened intently, stroking his long, bearded chin as the minotaur spoke.
    “Alright, alright, that be good aye, but who in the name of Beldral are all of these people?” He asked less than politely.
    “This is the Alliance, they have,” He cleared his throat, “Volunteered to assist me.” At this comment, there were some twisted faces, and some yells of agreement. “At any rate, we need to talk to the king at once.”
    “Ye do, do ye? Well, that’s a no go. No one sees the king these days, especially with things being as they are.”
    “What things?” intoned Stormborn.
    “The orga of course! That does be why ye came aye? Te kill the orga?”
    “Yes, of course.”
    Foeseeker felt this a good time to cut in with the usual grunt of “Orrga?” But it was overlooked. Also around this time, Moyra approached the front ranks.
    “Ahh, Groil,” the dwarf bowed. “We must speak to the king, it is of import upon the prophecy.”
    The dwarf, now known as Groil looked shocked. “Yes milady,” as she wasn’t his queen. “Bring all those that matter and yourself. It will be arranged in 3 minutes. Do be ready.”
     
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    Crys The Blood

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    As the party of royals, and Stormborn, of course with his minotaur escort, made their way toward the kings chamber, the word came from upland. "Tha Orga be attackin'!" Mere moments after the word came down the stone stairwell, the remaining dwarven warriors came running in the opposing direction of the party, and ran up the same stairs.

    Stormborn turned his head only, to face the other warrior amongst him, as well as the other beastial. "Shall we broother Blood?"

    A grimace reeking of revenge crossed Rangevar's snout. "... yes ... let us."



    As the two minotaurs reached the surface (they'd followed the dwarves out of a top entrance, which was sealed behind them) they stood just behind the humans, who for once seemed to be in the lead, the came the elves and beastials, and then the dwarves. This army wouldn't die without one hell of a bodycount, neither would.

    The Orga indeed were all there, weapons above their head, or being banged on their chests, or in a few rare cases, shields, preparing for combat. The Orga generals, as well as those of the Alliance, were now preaching to their squads. The elves drew arrows, and knocked the as well. The dwarves were grunting and hefting their heavy weapons about, the humans were yelling and banging sheilds and weapons together. Minotaurs reached into pouched worn on their waists, and crushed berries quicky drawing their colours under their eyes, and down the length of their snout.

    The plan called for the humans to charge first, and so it happened. A war-torn general wearing armour which could clearly use a polish or two raised his sword, and turned, bringing it down with a loud cry of "Charge!"

    Hundreds of men ran down the hill and screamed aloud, until no more than thirty feet were left, when they began to break a little seemingly to be careful of a supprise Orga launch, and then, the Orga charged in equal fasion.

    It was then when the humans stopped running. Then when the Orga front line was just five feet away, they too stopped. Damning cries were heard from the entire Alliance, as they saw the treachory by the human armies. The remaining Alliance, now awstricken, some what forgot their plan all together, and charged mindlessly toward their new, massive enemy. Estimations of oddes then fell from 3 to 1, to a frightening 8 to 1 chance of Alliance victory.
     
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    After 3 days of careful, but inactive scouting, Meltaris, Irilse and the rest of their little scouting party finally reached the Kilnako mountains. Once they arrived, Meltaris fell to the ground at the base of the mountains and leaned back against a rock. He knew the rest of the allied forces wouldn't be too far behind, and that they'd be best waiting for them to arrive. He then grabbed Irilse by the wrist and grinned, then gently pulled her down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.
    "Well, guess this is it. Soon as we cross these mountains, it's crunch time." he said, looking deep into her beautiful eyes, searching for any give away to what she was feeling. "Nervous?" he asked her. He then sat back, and held Irilse close, his arms wrapped around her, just breathing in the scent of the beautiful woman he held in his arms. After all, there might not be time after, he thought treacherously, but quickly pushed that thought out of his head.

    -Time skip-

    Waiting behind some rocks, high up on the mountains, Meltaris surveyed the land below him. The plains were crawling with Orga, more than anyone could ever hope to count. Let alone defeat. Even Meltaris' usually optimistic mind could tell that today would only end with lots of bloodshed. He just hoped it wouldn't be too much on their side. Watching, his staff at the ready, Meltaris smiled as the humans charged towards the Orga, leading the attack. Once they had broken the first line, the rest of the forces would move in.

    But suddenly the humans turned, and together the humans and the Orga regrouped and started a fresh assault. Shocked beyond belief, Meltaris' surprise very quickly turned to pure rage at this treachery. As the Allied forces vainly tried to hold their first lines, Meltaris quickly turned to look at Irilse. He didn't care whether he survived today, but to whatever gods happened to be listening, he prayed she wouldn't be harmed. Turning quickly and giving her as kiss on the lips, hoping it wouldn't be the last, Meltaris then spun back to face the battel, and raised his staff. Feeling his anger flow, he channeled that into his elemental abilities, and suddenly the ground beneath him started to flow, creating a wave of rock that arced over the heads of his allies and landed right on top of the enemy. Meltaris meanwhile, had bailed halfway to avoid landing right in the middle of the enemy, and rolling quickly to his feet he drew his bow, charging his arrows with blazing fire.
    "And I shall rain down fire from the heavens!" he said in a mock godlike voice, before leting loose the first arrow.
     
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    Exhausted beyong belief, Irilse she still shocked, yet amused as Meltaris pulled her into hims lap. Grinning and looking up to him, she stared at him as he stared at her. She sighed and closed her eyes just feeling how he held her in his lap, with his arms wrapped gently around her.

    "Nervous?" Meltaris' voice seeped through her ears and made the end of her mouth curl miscieviously

    " WHy not at all, I'm cool as a cucumber" Her grin placed the fact of sarcasim as she reached up to ruffled his elven hair. His blonde hair contrasted with her black hair, greatly, but she loved it. All about him. Grinning, she layed back down and snuggled into his form. Yet, as she lay there resting, the thought of the oncoming orgas and such made her skin crawl.

    ~~~~~

    Standing beside Meltaris, she saw what he saw. THe humans and the orgas....one word..treachery...

    Looking at Meltaris with a look of worry, she kissed him back, thinking around the sma eline as he. Watching him go, she set her face hard and followed after him, careful to not get in his way, yet a bit ahead of him. SHe ducked under a blow of an Orga and stabbed upwards with her dagger, hidden in the sleeve of her tunic. The Orga roured wiht rage and pain, yet managed to strike down at her. With a speed that blurred, Irilese whipped out her whip and stuck dwon the Orga to unconcieousness. Slipping out of the way from several more enemies, she raced around until she was almost back to back with Meltaris. THe ground was rumbling and she tripped. Bad thing to do. Yelping with a cry of pain as an orga slashed out at her ankle, Irilse growled furiously and snapped her whip at the Orga. Instantly it was down to the gorund, leaving her a way to scramble up.
     
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    As the humans charged up the massive mountain face, and the orga followed them, the alliance charged down the hill. Foeseeker looked to his left, and notice a tree, barely growing, but still with thick branches, the roots of which must have found water deep below the mountain.

    Half-turning his body, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the tree branch. His rage grew within him, the blood in his veins seemed to pressurize. He seized the branch, and with a quick, less-than-gentle jerk of his wrist, a large branch about the size of his arm snapped into his hand.

    The juices of red berries on his face smelt sweet, as did the sweat, dripping from his brow and snout. He sniffed harder, and behind the scent of sweet juices, and sweat, came the smell of fear on the soldiers around him. He had no fear. In fact, the fear he smelled on these people nearly sickened him, after all of the things the Orga have done, you’d have to be crazy not to fear them, yet rage was more suiting.

    Families killed, dozens murdered, more injured or ill of the mind from fright, and now countless soldiers, all here to one thing, afraid of the very task they came for? Pathetic. He thought as the same growl heard before started in his throat. The deep growl turned to a scream. The scream then formed a word, a single; horrify word as the alliance began to attack. “Orrrga!” He screamed, waving his stick. He charged down the mountain side, pushing other soldiers out of the way.

    The ground began to shake, and as the other soldiers faltered as they ran down the slopes of Kilnako, Rangevar Foeseeker smiled a smile which may have caused many human beings to vomit at the vary sight. A large rock, nearly worthy of the name boulder rolled down the mountain and struck a rock, taking to the air, it flew passed the minotaur and landed on a group of Orga. Like Foeseeker running down the shaking rock face unfaltered, so were the Orga as the leapt up on the rock, bounding over the top, and leaping down off the chunk of stone just to land on the ground and charge again toward Kilnako and their hunted. It reminded many of ants devouring rye bread.

    Another cry came from the Blood’s mouth as he charged down the face of the cliff. He was only seconds away from smashing into the front line of humans. Who sadly, not having seen the minotaur fight before now, underestimated the damage a single Blood could do; another mistake on the part of the humans. The humans were still charging upward expecting to slay the insane minotaur and continue when the word echoed over the noise of battle and has heard by every being present. Rangevar’s throat was raw when he screamed, but he held the note in respect, and love for his brother. “Yuurrrrri!”

    The Blood smashed into the front line of humans, and the battle for their lives began. A soldier in shining armor charged at him, sword raised above his head, and was stuck in the jaw with the massive, gnarled tree limb. His neck gave and audible snap as the figure went limp and fell to the ground. Some humans around the scene gave a quick glance, and then looking horrified, reeking of fear, they too charged.

    A man one his left with an axe came to close and was struck in the stomach with the limb, and bent over, Foeseeker turned and cracked another man’s jaw, before returning to the man with the axe and clubbing him over the back of the head, an obvious death blow.

    Cleared around him now was an area of nearly ten feet across. The battle still roared around him, but no one was coming near. The minotaur hadn’t come to be feared, he’d come to kill, and so he would. Another man charge straight at him as he turned back toward the mountain, trying to get him in the back, the man must have been from Vilance, as his weapon was, like Rangevar, a wooden club. Sadly for the man, he was too weak and too afraid to cause much damage to the beast with a piece of wood, and when he struck the minotaur with the club, the only sound heard was a growl.

    Rangevar turned back to the man, and hunched over, looking him in the eyes and screaming his brother’s recognition. “Yuurrrrri!” The man must have half-died of fright, and he nearly ran away, but stayed, and continued beating on the minotaur. Rangevar dropped his own tree limb, and looked at the small human. Rangevar grabbed the man under the arms, who then lost his club, before being thrown up into the air. The man was light, and must have risen to a full height of eleven feet before coming down to the ground hard.

    Sadly for him, this wasn’t the end. Even unarmed, Rangevar scared the men enough that they wouldn’t come near him. So this man would have to tie Rangevar over until the Orga made it to him.

    As he approached, the man’s figure, still breathing, began to move, though his ribs were surely broken. Rangevar grabbed the back of the mans head, and dragged him to a standing state, and when he was well balance, let his head free, and grabbed his wrist instead, pulling the man’s entire weight as though it were nothing, and pulled the man’s head into his large, hard arm. The man’s neck then snapped, and he went limp and fell to the ground.

    Roaring over the trees in the distance, they came like a plague, first only one, than two, until at least a dozen winged beasts came in the battle. “Dragons!” The cry came from the mountain. As the dragons flew toward Kilnako, the trees at the foot of the battle field cracked out to the sides, and large beasts, resembling large trolls came out of its wakes.
     
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    So, they've brought even greater beasts with them? So be it...

    Ephrit charged down the slope, swinging his Death-Bringer in wide arcs around himself, cutting down 10 humans at a time, making a wide path towards the clearing the other minotaur had made around himself. He made quick work of any human that went into his path, cutting through armor, flesh and bone as if it were nothing, and in truth, it was to his power. As he was proceeding forward cutting down the humans, one of them made a rather inspired move, rolling forward underneath the huge pole-arm and stabbing at the minotuars leg, making a shallow cut into the tough flesh of Ephrit's calf muscle. The human looked up in triumph as the minotuar stopped, believing that he had managed to do any real damaged, and than the pride and look of victory left his face as he seen the minotuar not staring at him in pain, but anger. Ephrit drove his weapon into the ground directly behind the soldier, and took the mans helmed head and slowly started to squeezing, crushing the helm around the mans head, the steel digging into his scalp. Blood was pouring down the mans face and he was screaming. Ephrit bent down and brought his face very close to the humans, "Shut up." he said, and crushed the mans head in his iron grasp.

    He took his weapon up and continued down the slope, no one else tried a move like the last one, they simply got out of his way as fast as they could. He reached the clearing that his brother Blood had made and made it even wider, giving himself room to swing his weapon without the risk of hitting the other minotuar. "Brother Blood! Would you care to accompany me down to the Orga lines?"
     
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    Meltaris had fired multiple arrows and hit multiple opponents, sending every one of them down in flames. Yet for every one he took down, another two took its place, and once or twice Arlet had to resort to his staff to get rid of them. Meanwhile when one of their side went down, they stayed down. And as if that wasn't bad enough, dragons and trolls had now joined the Orgas and humans. This was quickly turning into not only the bravest charge, but also the most stupid one ever!

    Flinging his bow over his back, Meltaris raised his staff and knocked back two Orga warriors, finishing them off with simple bolts of lightning.
    "And stay dead!" he said, turning and racing towards Irilse and standing near her, but still careful to stay out of the path of her whip.
    "Impressive!" he yelled to her "But when are ya gonna break out the bag of tricks?" he said, still managing to grin as he raised both hands and unleashed a small avalanche towards anyone in his path. He then brushed his hair out of his eyes, granted a second of respite.
    "Don't die." he said to her, suddenly serious in his plea before he turned back to the problem of the oncoming beasts.

    Flying high in the air, Meltaris saw them raining down fiery destruction and turning the tide of battle steadily. Earth magic wouldn't affect them, they were too high. Likewise fire would only aid them if anything. But the sky itself... Meltaris smirked and raised his hands.
    "Hold tight everyone." he shouted loudly. Then under his breath he muttered "This is gonna be shocking."

    Suddenly the sky itself started to boil, as Meltaris channeled all his rage, and sorrow, into the manipulation of the lightning storm gathering. He knew he'd pay for it later, but right then, sparks earthing themselves around his feet, and his eyes turning whiter as the storm's intensity increased, he didn't care. He just hoped his gambit paid off, as bolts of lightning lanced down out of the sky, striking occasionally striking dragons in their path. Meltaris just hoped Irilse had his back, as he was vulnerable while doing this spell.
     
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    The lightning crackling through the air was deafening, and yet silent. The war had only been going on for about 10 minutes, and already thousands of bodies lay everywhere. Already the Orga were clamering over the bodies of befallen humans to reach the Alliance threat. The elves, who had prior to this very moment, stood atop the mountain taking some well aims shots began to simply volly arrows as they lost hope for the allies who had charged their way down the hill.

    The beastials had long since worked their way to the front, and as the arrows flew downward, they pushed themselves outward and down. The centaurs led the way, charging down the steep slopes at unheard of speeds. Swinging weapons left and right, nearly in the same instant as to clear a path for the rest of the army. One centaur in particular charged down the hill screaming, and was the first to fall. He took a sword blade to the lower leg, and it severed the lower half of all four limbs.

    After them, came the driders, mages and warriors alike charged. Mages would swing their staves like mad beasts until an opening would arise. The warriors were simple stabbing, slashing, and being stabbed and slashed in return. The death count was taking a sky rocket, and would only grow. The Orga flooded the mountain like a tide of blood spewing from a slashed jugular.

    "Where are the dwarves?" Came a call as the dog-men ran down the hill, just flanking the mages of the dridak clan. The quickly slashing blades of the dogmen drew much blood, but their lack of armour also cause many of them to fall quickly.

    Then came the all stoping force. The hammer against the soon to be present anvail. The minotaurs, the final crushing force of the animalistic tribes. The Nights led the bullman charge, then came the Duaal, and finally, the Blood came as a great threat. Thousands of bulls painted in blood charged toward the Orga, who's blue blood would soon stain so much fur.

    As for the anval, it came seconds later. Boulders began to bound down the hill, and soon the dwarven forces in all their multitude came out along the mountain side and cut the Orga force in half. Now, half the dwarves, heavily armoured of course, kept the Orga back, and drew the attention of the others, as the minotaurs, and the other beastmen drove an iron fist into the heart of the Orga forces.
     
  15. Lillith Forbid

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    Irilse stood back to back with him, her whip sparking out at random orgas and enemies. Her attention was so focused that she hardly even heard Meltaris as he shouted to her. Skipping back, she wrapped her whip around the neck of a particular large orga and yanked sharply. It snapped the neck instantly and the orga went limp.

    All of a sudden, her head went limp as pain blossumed behind her head. She fell to the grounds with a cry of pain and rolled over as an axe came smashing down where her head was seconds later. IRilse yelped her surprise and pain that lept up, dizzy with pain. yet again, her head was wounded. Finding her way back to Meltaris, she stumbled over to him and continued her fight. She was dazwed, yet it didnt trouble her concentration.

    She stumbled a bit as Meltaris went rigid behind her and sparkled with electricity. Her back tingled where it touched him. SHe blinked, confused for a moment, but then she skipped away. Better not to be that close to him when it goes off.
     
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    Scarlet, positioned on an adjacent hill top had been following this war's progression with great interest. Something about death and destruction gets her heart racing in these times. It used to be a way of life; then she took a career in which to prevent it. Now... well now her sense of morality had been stripped from her, she liked to see the true side of all creatures as they charged to battle knowing this could be their last moment. An old philosopher had once said, you can live with a man for 40 years but you will not truly know him until you hold a knife to his throat.

    Her trade of late had been as a brute force assassin, mainly due to the good pay but also because the consequences did not bother her in the slightest. Her latest employer, despite remaining anonymous to her, knew before hand that treason was to be a part of this battle and for what ever the reason had decided he wanted the balance to be against the humans and their new found allies. Not too surprisingly this was much too Scarlet's pleasure as it meant dealing damage to the treacherous side.

    Her target was to be a small band of Necromancers gathered away from the battlefield and so far unnoticed by either side. If they were to resurrect a dragon or one of these over-sized trolls, it would be catastrophic to the allied forces! An undead creature is without pain and capable of much more than most give credit for.

    She swiftly made her way down the hill side with remarkable speed and with the heat of battle to give her cover. She then made her way up to the back of her targets. To Scarlet's advantage they were concentrating too hard on combining their powers to bring back a fallen dragon. It wasn’t the lightening that had killed it; a tree had been the unfortunate bearer of its fall and broke its neck on impact.

    With her knives already drawn and with out so much as a sound, with in 5 seconds, all 4 of these dark mages were lying gasping on the floor with their throats cut, trying to hold on to their few remaining seconds. Precision was the name of the game and Scarlet had had enough training and practice to know how to handle the situation. Even if they hadn't been distracted, in close combat they would have been no match for her, but this way there was no sound involved meaning she still had stealth on her side.

    :dragon:

    Her job was done but this was too good an opportunity to miss. Scarlet decided to join the battle, who knows, it may even increase her paycheque!!

    Normally there is no need but in this case she knew armour would be a necessity. Mithril was her favoured armour and she had acquired some at her last stop with the money given up front for this job. Mithril as you may know, has all the qualities of chain mail with the exception that is crafted by the dwarves with absolute precision AND quality. Despite the dwarven metal holding the same stability as any other metal, it is as light as physically possible so as not to affect speed or mobility and its protective power remains as effective.

    She ran up the hill without a sound until she reached the back end of the chaos that thrived before her. It would be suicide to try and fight her way to the centre so instead it would have to be her animalistic reactions and fast feet that would carry her through.

    Scarlet saw one troll near the centre that stuck out above the rest and headed directly for it. There were now both sides aiming for her as the allied forces believed her to be human, the Orga not knowing any better and the humans rather confused.

    On route to the troll she was faced by a Minotaur of the 'Blood' clan and this was NOT good news. She knew even with her strength there would be no way to block this creatures attack so parrying would be the only option. The axe of immense size came sweeping down at her but her reactions were fortunately faster than this foe’s arm. With out even touching the oncoming weapon she rolled to the side avoiding the blow that ripped the Orga behind her clean in 2. "Good shot she murmured as she sped straight past the towering beast; it had no chance to react.

    Scarlet jumped and full speed with all she had, landing on the brute in question. As one whole movement she sunk her blades in deep underneath his shoulder blades and in between his ribs. With a very sharp movement she pinned the tips of her swords onto the inside of his front ribs and made a scissor movement completely severing its spine and dicing its heart. Switching hands she pulled the swords back out and as the body was falling forwards, summoned the mass of all her strength and decapitated the already disabled wreck. With true grace, she then continued with the motion and jumped from the carcass before contact with the ground. She flipped and turned at the same time, landing with allied forces behind her.

    With a subtle smirk on her face she let “Not bad, even for me…” slip from her lips.

    Scarlet now reached into the pit of her very existence and produced a war cry almost enough to rival that of a ‘Blood’ clan warrior and at the same time revealing her elongated canine teeth. To the untrained eye, her teeth combined with her shady appearance could give the impression of a vampire. Those still left standing on the allied side could now instinctively sense her genetic roots and took up arms beside her.

    What followed was quite astounding: almost as if an order had just been given, the animalistic Allied forces stepped back from the fighting, raised their weapons and as an echo to the latest recruit, ROARED in unison, almost shaking the very mountain side upon which they were fighting...
     
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    Blood. Nearly too much of it; flowing from the lifeless which littered the ground, and the dying whom would soon join them.

    Shortly after the dwarves left their home of Kilnako, and joined the battle, the tide turned, though beit slightly. The Alliance was actually winning, despite all, and doing a fairly good job of holding their own.

    A dragon flew over head, and giant claws grabbed at the masses. A few in particular were seized and taken high into the air, before being dropped onto Kilnako, and making deaf splattering noises.

    Screeching noises were heard from the far side of Kilanko, as large griffins lifted into the air, and flew out to confront the dragons. Large lizard like mounts also flooded over Kilnako, and the Alliance cheered up.

    The feathered lions flew into the air, and their riders began to strike at golbins and dragons alike with hammers and massive axes, while their grouped counter parts bagan to strike at the Orga and Trolls. Perhaps there was hope afterall....
     
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    In all honesty, Scarlet was getting tired with the humans. Most of them by now had fallen to one blade or another but those remaining had started to retreat due to the increasing numbers of Allied Forces. To add to that they knew that due to their change in alliance, not a single creature or being on this plain of pain would give them an ounce of mercy; it’s more than likely that the Orga would turn on them without a second thought due to their callous nature as well. Humans normally hold their life to dear for them to be truly effective in war; they’re fine when they’re on top but fear tends to overcome them in dire circumstances.

    The Orga, in their numbers, were starting to drop rapidly now as well, but the biggest problem down on the floor was still the trolls. Scarlet had suffered a few cuts and bruises from some the more persistent Orga but nothing in comparison to what she has suffered in life already.

    Her exhausted enthusiasm was about to be given the breath of life. A troll effortlessly swept aside the Orga in front of it and stood before Scarlet, towering at about twice her height. This grotesque mass of devastation had managed to dispatch 3 Minotaur’s thus far and had opted to substitute its own club for 2 axes.

    The brute was of course more brawn than brain and simply swung both blades down at Scarlet, angled from both directions. Scarlet dropped to the floor and rolled forwards, the axe heads solidly wedging themselves into the ground behind her setting Scarlet between the troll’s feet and its ‘cleavers’. The narrow line between her living and dying put a smile on her face, and that quickly distorted into an evil grin. Scarlet swung up with both Ivory Blades and halved the poles of both axes just before the troll went to pull back on them. Not realising what had happened, this humungous eyesore put all its weight into pulling its new found arsenal back from the earth, only to find himself falling backwards and crushing around 5 Orga that stood behind it. Trolls are not the most agile life forms and if you have ever seen one on its back, you will know the only way for it to get back on its feet is for another over sized creature to lift it up. They are far to round in figure to be able to sit up, but they don’t have the intellect to try anything different. It is a rather amusing sight in a different situation!

    Now back on her feet, Scarlet takes the opportunity to do something she has wanted to do for a long, long, LONG time. Checking her surroundings and once positive she had time enough, taking a short run up she kicks the troll square in the nuts!!
     
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    Irilse pulled back, her whip striking out with such force that Orgas and dwarves alike ran from it. It whipped, red hot, against thier skin, the friction of it driving them crazy with pain. Yelps and pleas were heard as the whip scattered its enemies. Irilse, her raven black hair billowing about her head, kept her eyes on the creatures, driving them back from Meltaris as he concentrated. Once, when the orgas stopped attacking, Irilse scanned the field with her gaze. Many people fighting were people she knew and recognised, but her eyes fell to another person who she had no clue who it was.

    A fiery redhead with ivory blades that shown in the light as they whipped around. Curious, Irilse had no time to ay heed as the attack came back on, stronger than the last and more fiere. Every once ion awhile, her eyes would gaze back over to the woman, but they wouldnt wander long, for her pain was getting to her head and her exhaustion was driving at her.

    Meltaris seemed to be concentrating hard, she thought as she was driven away from him. Looking back helplessly, she swung her whip around, but ony rewarded with yelps of pain, then more anger.

    Helpless, Irilse flashed her eyes and murmured under her breath, her green eyes bright wtih fury." frynix! " and at once, a mighty cage of steel and fire surrounded Meltaris. The illusion was strong and at once Irilse sent emotions flying into thier minds. One by one, infected, the orgas and creatures backed off from Meltaris. the cage was too much. It was intimidating and looked strong enough that not even the mightiest god could tear it down. Irilse smiled and took advantage of the confusion to shorten the distance between her and meltaris.
     
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    After ‘immobilising’ the troll, Scarlet gets the chilling feeling she is being watched. Having now ‘dispatched’ 2 trolls without suffering any significant wounds, even the Orga are thinking twice before charging her. Scarlet had a few moments to discover the whereabouts of the inquisitive eyes.

    For a split second Scarlet’s icy blue gaze met a transfixing, anger full, bright green curiosity. For that brief moment, there was a sense of mutual empathy; Irilse, a picture of pure physical perfection concealing her internal anguish; and Scarlet with her beauty tainted by bodily and emotional ‘scars’. Both saw a glimmer of similarity hidden deep within the others eyes; diverse questions were sparked, BUT this distraction would have to wait for calmer seas - war waits for no-one.

    It had been the sun shining off Scarlet’s hair that drew the initial attention. The colour marks an outstanding resemblance to the red ‘carpet’ laid out across the battle field. Scarlet has had various colours of blood splattered upon her from the confrontations already encountered; in a rather disturbing manor, none of the liquid life force that trickled along her left arm was touching her ‘obsidian’ veins. Instead they acted as filters whilst the blood twisted its way down and around her arm.

    Scarlet stood up as she realised that this was why the enemy’s surrounding her weren’t pushing forwards. She herself had never seen it before her and it was an odd sght to say the least. She cupped her hand as the blood reached her wrist and it all gathered in her palm. Clipping her blades to her waist, she cupped her hands together, put hand against hand and then painted an uneven cross on her chest. For her it is not a symbol of anything inparticular, it is just to induce more fear into those who stood spellbound before her. A psychological advantage will always make the difference in battle, even if it is only a distraction. In this case, all Scarlet wanted to achieve was keeping the small area of combatants riveted to the spot so the allies around her would get a free shot.

    Once their hypnotic state had been broken, Scarlet unclipped her side arm’s and knelt down. With her left arm in front and right arm behind, she picked up a handful of blood saturated soil in each hand. Scarlet then bowed her head and listened for the first sign of movement in her direction.
     
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