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Dark Age Legends
« on: March 21, 2004, 10:53:54 AM »
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Silence.  Dead silence.

The soldiers stared at the large wooden gate in front of them.  Really, it was a poor defense.  It was rotting and nearly off of its hinges.  Much the same for the rest of the old stone wall that surrounded the town.  If only they had more time?

Seeing that it was clearly a waste of time to defend such a wall, Iduran and his troops would meet them just as they came over it.  The town was likely to be severely damaged, but the people themselves, crammed into the much sturdier castle would at least be safe.

Iduran glanced back at the castle far behind.  The huge door was open-- just slightly.  In case the troops could not repel the invaders, they were ordered to retreat back into the castle.  Iduran knew this was dangerous, since the invaders could take advantage of the slow shutting door, but he knew better than to question the orders of the benevolent king.

The last rays of the setting sun disappeared and dusk began to fade into darkness.  In the light of the touches that lined the streets, the soldiers leaned on their spears.

The only break in the silence was the monotonous crackling of the torches.  Iduran thought he could hear  the sea behind him.  That and? something else? something repetitive? slowly growing louder and louder? like a stampede, only well ordered?

?It?s THEM!!!!? an archer exclaimed, standing on the wall.  ?Dear god!  They moved in without any light!  I couldn?t even see them!?

?Get down from there!?  Iduran barked.  If he had enough archers, he would position them on the wall.  But with only a dozen, they would quickly be overrun.  It was best to position them on the two buildings on each side of the gate where the invaders would inevitably break through.

Iduran did not have to give the order for the men to prepare themselves, but he did anyway.  A monotonous sound of scraping metal was heard as hundreds of swords were unsheathed at once.  In response, a similar sound was heard on the other side of the wall.

Two of Iduran?s three personal guards, huge men in full armor, removed their huge broadswords from their backs and stepped in front of the aging knight, as if to protect him.  They were ready to die for their mentor.  Iduran would have none of it.  Moving in-between, he pushed them aside slightly and stood even with them.

?Don?t insult me.?

Nick and Alfred bit their tongue.  The old knight was a tough one, but it had been 10 years since his last real battle.  Santos, the third guard, approached from behind.

?Sir, I don?t think--?

?I said SHUT UP!?

From the other side of the wall, someone began yelling, although the words were unclear.  An officer, no doubt.  Suddenly, the gate quaked with a huge SMASH.  It was a battering ram.

Iduran drew his blade.  It was a little smaller and thinner than his guards? but much more beautifully decorated.  It almost seemed to glow in the light of the torches.

In just the second strike the door collapsed, revealing the somewhat grotesque skull of a dragon that was stuck on the end of the ram.  Clever.

Suddenly, soldier upon soldier rushed though the opening like madmen.  Their armor was pitch black, and they brandished long thin swords.  The archers unleashed their fury, but the result largely ineffective, saving a few lucky shots on some of the invaders? necks, the only poorly armored area.  Iduran and his forces met them aggressively.  They were well matched, but the Rommes outnumbered this first wave and the invaders were driven back slightly.

But after only a brief pause, more dark warriors poured though the opening.  This time they were ordered in two single file lines, one following each edge of the door.  In between the two lines, a menacing figure appeared, walking rather calmly.  His cape flickered in the cool night breeze?

After passing the doorway, Draven calmly looked up at the night sky.  His face wore a sinister smile.

?I say, it?s a little chilly tonight...? he remarked, casually.  This pompous remark of course could not be heard among the din of battle.

One of the archers atop a building next to the busted door saw this excellent opportunity, and took aim for the madman?s head.  He released and the arrow whirred though the air... but it stopped, suspended in mid air a few inches away from Draven?s temple.  Draven, who had been pretending not to be paying any attention, looked at the arrow without moving his head.

?Tch!  How rude...?

The arrow harmlessly fell to the ground.  Draven extended his left palm, and angled it in the archer?s direction.  An orb of red energy appeared before his hand.  First the size of a baseball, it swelled to a foot in diameter.  He winked at the archer, who at this sight clumsily dropped his bow.  The other archers finally noticed what was happening.  Only one was wise enough to jump off of the building.  Like a cannon, the orb fired from Draven?s palm, the recoil pushing him back several inches, although his stance remained unchanged.  The explosion from the inpact with the side of the building rocked the battlefield and lit up the night sky.  Tiny fireballs flew in all directions, many igniting nearby buildings.  When the smoke cleared, the entire second floor had been destroyed and three of the six archers were no where to be seen.  Draven folded his arms and let out a billowing laugh.
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« Reply #1 on: March 21, 2004, 11:52:57 AM »
Scorch moved in shadows of the night. He expected to get to Romme castle by midnight, using the mountain path as a shortcut - and he found it under siege.

"Looks like my former kingdom made some progress after all." - he said to himself, standing on the hills overlooking Romme. And after a short demonic laugh, he casted haste spell on himself. The world seemed to move much slower now. As his senses and movements were enhanced, he began getting down from the hills, to meet dark legion face to face.
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« Reply #2 on: March 21, 2004, 12:23:15 PM »
Sigilus remained hidden in the shadows, watching as the battle unfolded. His fingers kept rubbing against his escrima sticks, which he took everwhere.

"Dammit! Why didn't my client tell me this Draven guy was so unreal?"

Sigilus stood up, and lunged at Draven from behind, Escrima Sticks at the ready. As Sigilus went to strike the back of Draven's head, Draven turned and grabbed Sigilus by the throat.

"Stupid boy. I thought after witnessing the archers' deaths, you would have known to stay back!"

Draven dropped Sigilus to the ground, and forged a sword out of Fire Energy. Sigilus watched in fear as Draven raised his sword.

As Draven began to strike, Sigilus came to his senses and rolled out of the way, unharmed, and performed a sweep kick in an attempt to get Draven to the ground. There was a loud cracking noise, and Sigilus's leg was broken. Admitting his defeat, Sigilus limped away, doing his best to dodge fireballs hurled by Draven.
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« Reply #3 on: March 21, 2004, 01:01:55 PM »
...as suddenly, perhaps for Sigilius' and defenders' advantage, a huge storm raged all across the battlefield.

"Could it be the traitor's returned?" - whispered commanders of Dark Empire, as they witnesses their own soldiers struck by thunders, heavily wounded, stunned, or dead. This was propably appreciated by defending city (altough the fire from sparks burned a few houses, too). An overall wave of confusion struck the fighting.

"Stop the panic! You're soldiers, after all! A minor storm is nothing!" - cries were heard, among the next, sudden wave of arrows - "We'll find the one responsible for this later!"

Proud of his work, Scorch returned back to the hills using the acceleration of his haste spell to watch. "Propably I'll have to contact Romme when this hell ends up for a while." - he said to himself.

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As Sigilus went to strike the back of Draven's head, Draven turned and grabbed Sigilus by the throat.

Not controlling other characters, huh?
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« Reply #4 on: March 21, 2004, 01:08:11 PM »
Zeros',Qeni, and Zev were watching the battle from on top of te mountain. Qeni and Zev clenched to Zeros' leg. Zeros looked down at the two orphaned children, and sighed. He drew his two pistols and loaded air bullets (he carries a pouch full of elemental bullet, instead of using magic).

He aimed at the crowd of fighters. Qeni pledded "Pwease downt firwe!!," Zev silenced Qeni. "Don't worry Qeni, he wouldnt hurt them" Zeros' sighed. "Qeni, I would not kill them intentionally, this will break up the fight, and will not hurt anyone." He fired.

The bullet flew into the crowd and a miniture hurricane appeared, breaking up the army. "Now you two stay here" he ordered. He pried the two of his leg and put them in a cave beside him. He spread his wings and glided down to the now confused army. Draven looked at Zeros', Zeros' stared back. They circled each other. Draven created another fireball, then it turned into a sword and Zeros clasped his blade sword. Both army stood back and watched the two circle each other.

<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>SWOOSH</span></span>

Both men did a suicide slash, Zeros' swords bandages could be heard and the wind howled. Both men went to there knees. Draven called back his army and they disappeared. Zeros' would not move. Qeni and Zev ran as fast as they could, crying, there voices could be heard throughout the country side, echoing throughout the mountains.
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\"Runaway with my heart...
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 Who will be there to take my place...
 When I\'m gone, You\'ll need love...To light the shadows on your face.\"

\"If a great wave should fall...
 It would fall upon us...
 Well I hope there\'s someone out there...Who can bring me back to you.\"

\"Way up high or down low...I\'ll go wherever you will go.\"

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« Reply #5 on: March 21, 2004, 01:11:07 PM »
//Oops...heh. Sorry, forgot about that rule. But if you look at how I controlled Draven, it should be overlooked, heh.//



After dragging himself away from the battlefield, Sigilus forced himself to a nearby stream. There, he began mending his injury, and forcing his leg back where it belongs. After recovering, Sigilus washed his uniform, and took a Wilde Lake Karate uniform out of his bag to serve it's purpose while the adidas uniform was drying.

Shortly after he put his uniform back on, one of the Dark Soldiers emerged out of nowhere, sword drawn. Sigilus spin-kicked him in the chest, killing him instantly. Upon the soldier's death, Sigilus noticed the strangest thing. The soldier's soul rose out of his lifeless body, and a violent flash erupted. The entire dark army was alerted to his position.

Sigilus put away his Escrima Sticks, and instead took a Bokken out of his bag to prepare himself for an attack.

"I should NOT have taken this job..."
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« Reply #6 on: March 21, 2004, 01:39:35 PM »
Qeni and Zev finally reached Zeros' position, nudging him and "Get up! Cmon!" could be heard through there sobs. Zeros' shimmered out and so did Qeni and Zev. They appeared right beside Sigilus and Zeros' finally got up, using his sword for support. Qeni and Zev quivered behind Zeros', afraid that Sigilus might hurt them. Sigilus had his Bokken still drawn and looked at him and the orphans. He noticed the wing and yelled at him. "Are you with the dark army!?" Qeni started forward but Zeros stopped her with his extended hand. "No...were not...I saved Iduran's amy...and he colapsed. Qeni and Zev started crying, but Sigilus readied for the attack. "Damn this is going to suck..."
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\"Runaway with my heart...
 Runaway with my hope...
 If I could make you mine...I\'ll go whereever you will go.\"

\"So lately, I\'ve been wondering...
 Who will be there to take my place...
 When I\'m gone, You\'ll need love...To light the shadows on your face.\"

\"If a great wave should fall...
 It would fall upon us...
 Well I hope there\'s someone out there...Who can bring me back to you.\"

\"Way up high or down low...I\'ll go wherever you will go.\"

\"Runaway with my love.\"

In your heart and mind, I\'ll stay with you all of time...

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« Reply #7 on: March 21, 2004, 02:24:03 PM »
//no one said anything about Kail being a dragon rider...so i guess it's ok//

//and why are you guys controlling where the Dark Army goes? Isnt that supposed to be ONLY Xorlak's power?//



A loud raging roar echoed over the vast land. An errie red glow broadend over the horizon as another noise let out. Suddenly! With a bust of fire, the Dark Army Wyvern of Dragons flew over the rolling hills! With Kail, wearing the Darkly colored armor stained with blood from past battles, at lead, they came in for an explosive assault against Romme ground froces to allow the Dark Army to pass.

"Heh heh heh....show us your "might", king of Romme," he snarled, "Wyverns! Move out!"

With that, the dragonic force sped towards to gates of the town of Romme, where a large group of soldiers were standing in battle.

"Kill them... Exilis." he spoke to his dragon.

The beast swept forward, and opened its jaw. Fangs hung out like daggers, sharp as swords. The dragon swung down and flew right into the soldiers, Kail holding onto the reigns tightly. The dragon hit one of the Rommeians, piecering him on one of the teeth! He flew up quickly, and when a few hundred feet up, twisted back down, releasing the man from his mouth.
The soldier fell downwards screaming, and hit the ground with a bang!

By this time, the rest of the dragons had engaged in battle, flame spraying from the venom glands in their mouth, mixing with the small fire produced by with a chemical mixture in the stomach. It spayed out, ignating anything it could! Men, explosive matererial alike!
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« Reply #8 on: March 21, 2004, 02:38:12 PM »
// Sorry to make a 3d post, but it'll be just an appointment. Dear Kail, did you forget there is a giantic lightning storm conjured by the master air mage in the air? And that you're air-force is the closest thing to be struck with the fist of my heaven? //
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« Reply #9 on: March 21, 2004, 02:45:35 PM »
I know, I read that part on the posts. I wouldnt have if I didnt have a reason not to...or yeah..

The chemicals (at least acording to the Pern Series) mixed together inside the dragons contain and some weird stuff that negates electricity which is why they were so comonly used, because there was not much danger from storms or winds, when flying them (unless your in a battle with arrows and stuff).
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« Reply #10 on: March 22, 2004, 11:16:05 AM »
(The rules do state that you can't control other people characters-- that includes both what they say and their actions such as responding to your attack.  If you want to attack someone, end your post with your attack and the person who controls the other character will respond.  I'll let [most of] what has happend be.)

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Iduran paused from the fighting to look around.  Was someone helping them?  The lightning strikes were too accurate to be by chance... maybe they had a chance after all.

The dark solder Iduran just knocked down struggled to get up.  Iduran finished him off with a quick stab to the neck.

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Draven was increadibly vexed, having been attacked by two different warriors who immediately escaped him.  He looked up as Kail's dragons burst onto the scene: wave 3.

Draven ran quickly though the streets, his speed enhanced with his magical aura.  He approuched Kail's dragon and looked up at the dark warrior.  Draven clenched his teeth, an irate vien was clearly throbbing on his forehead.

"KAIL!  Finish the job here!  I've some... business to attend to...  And kill whoever cast that thunder rage!"

He turned in the other direction.  A demi-human with a huge sword and a boy with some sort of strange foreign uniform.  They shouldn't be too hard to find...
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« Reply #11 on: March 22, 2004, 11:52:18 AM »
Sigilus grabbed his Adidas Uniform, bagged it, and escaped before anyone else could find him. After running for about 3 hours, Sigilus came across a Martial Arts Temple, resembling the old Shaolin Temple in many ways, except the burn marks and slowly rotting corpses hinted that the temple was attacked recently.

The stairs to the interior crumbled under Sigilus's feet as he approached the Sanctuary/Training Grounds. Upon entry, the torches on each of the four corners lit themselves, and many of the corpses came to life. It wasn't long before Sigilus was surrounded. Sigilus sat in the traditional Martial Arts style, and the corpses relaxed. One corpse, garbed in a Shaolin Priest's uniform, approached Sigilus and asked why he has come to the "Cursed Temple of the Lost Shaolin"

"I was escaping possible onslaught by my enemies," Sigilus replied.

The corpse went into his fighting stance, and eventually formed a new layer of flesh, taking on a perfect human form.

"You have dishonored yourself by running from your enemies. Now we must fight."

Sigilus nodded, and went into his own fighting stance. What erupted was a battle between Shaolin Fist and Taekwondo. Every time the Priest landed a hit, a flash of thunder struck the ground outside the temple. Every time Sigilus landed a hit, the ground shook, and sometimes even cracked.

It was deep into the fight that Sigilus landed a well-timed front-kick under the Shaolin Priest's chin, and sent his head flying back...breaking his neck. Sigilus changed back into his Adidas Uniform, picked up his gear, and left the temple, only stopping to pick up a mysterious medallion worn by the now DEAD Shaolin Priest.

Sigilus returned to the castle, ready to challenge Draven again.



Upon arrival, Sigilus drew out his pair of Sai, and lunged. Dodging lightning on his way, he leapt toward Draven from behind, ready to jam his sai in the back of his neck...
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Umm...yeah

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« Reply #12 on: March 22, 2004, 12:32:56 PM »
"Seems I've done pretty nice fireworks..." - Scorch said to himself and under influence of his haste spell, he began swiftly moving through the living and the dead on the battlefield.

Before him, the broken gates of Romme painted on the background of dark sea of stars - he got where he wanted.

"Iduran!" - he said, with his voice echoing like thunder, as the soldiers around him were busy fighting each other. - "I've heard your name before... Now I come to this country with a proposition for you!"

The storm around the fighters calmed for a while, yet still, some dark, howling sound called from the mountains on the ocean side - a possible sign of an oncoming hurricane...

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First Adidas... Now Shao Lin? Mark...
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« Reply #13 on: March 22, 2004, 12:33:56 PM »
//Shaolin has been around for a LONG time...ignore it. Besides, chances are Xorlak won't have a problem with a temple that has existed for a few centuries//
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Yeah...that sounds like me <_<

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Umm...yeah

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« Reply #14 on: March 22, 2004, 12:45:39 PM »
Sensing the attack, Draven kneeled slightly and arched his head to the side.  The young warrior's blade passed a mere half inch from the man's chin.  Draven smirked as the martial artist skillfully landed several feet in front of him.

"You've returned.  How kind..."

Draven extended both arms to his side, both palms outstretched.  A wind could be fealt circling him-- he was forcing his energy outward and downward, and he began to hover several inches above the ground.  Three orbs appeared around his body-- dim red at first, then a blazing crimson.  The balls of energy rotated around him, forming a type a shield.

He snapped his left arm upward, and the first orb screamed straight up into the air.  Almost instantly, he pointed two fingers of his right hand toward the youth and the second orb blazed in Sigilus' direction.
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