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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Dec 26, 2008 22:09:59 GMT -5
With so many feet tramping across the ground, one would think the sound would be thunderous. But the vampires moved with unnatural grace, and the sorcerers shuffled carefully along, barely make a noise to break the thick, dark silence. It hung over them like a blanket, woven of substance heavier than air, and nearly opaque. The army trudged along like one massive organism, with one mind, and one goal. They reached the edge of Kelemvor, the Deathlands, and there they were, the bringers of death. The groups began dividing, each slipping off into the night to begin their tricky work. Jane watched from her vantage point, a grim smile curling across her lips. The first patrols made their way silently toward the outer walls of Tymor, scaling them or breaking through some other way. And then, the first tinge of blood flooded the hushed air. It had begun.
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Post by jenee on Dec 26, 2008 22:27:49 GMT -5
Among the many vampires, Rayne glanced up at the sky before parting with her own group. The moon glimmered brightly in the dark abyss, half shielded by the shadows of passing clouds. She advanced forward toward the outer, guarding wall, and the others followed her just as swiftly and silently as they made the quick climb up the wall. The vampire then crouched at the very top of the wall, signaling to those following to spread into grand city of Tymor.
Far from the invasion, but just enough for their eyes to catch the movements and pick up the faint scents, Ravyre and her group watched--concealed in the trees far off from the city walls. Her bright red eyes narrowed as blood mingled in with the smell of enemy vampires and sorcerers. Feren, beside her, cursed under his breath as he determined the numbers of the enemy. Ravyre grimaced and turned away, pacing back and forth. "They're invading Tymor...there's no time to tell where exactly certain groups are heading, but we could--" "Ravyre!" Feren hissed. "We're going to be in trouble if we don't figure something out now." The vampire whirled around, watching as a few groups were led around the sides of the wall--heading for the plains...and the forest in which she and the others concealed themselves. "We need to find Aaron and the others. We don't have a choice. Let's go." He grabbed Ravyre's arm, jolting her out of her trance, and they darted back into the trees, heading in the direction of the mountain.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 7, 2009 17:27:52 GMT -5
The destruction and losses in Tymore were even more devastating than that on the plains, for the inhabitants had had no warning and no chance to defend themselves. Those left had tried to flee, but only a small handful were successful.
The army of elves and circus freaks turned warriors reached the city just as another bought of rain plagued the air. Other than the sound of pelting drops, it was silent within the city walls. They crossed the open ground leading up to the main gates at a swift, urgent pace. The main gates were hanging at odd angles, wrenched from their hinges and left wide open. A shout came up from the ranks waiting at the edge of Tymore, and they flooded the streets. Inside, the only living beings visible were the quiet cloaked enemies they sought. The battle resumed, quieter than before, but with the same force and will to live. The incoming troops pressed forward to the heart of the city, where a fortress rose from the surrounding homes and shops. The stone building towered over them, shaped like a castle but armed and well-defended like a battle fort. Nothing seemed to be able to penetrate it's walls, and yet somehow the enemies from the Deathlands had already broken in, and now they retreated to the stone citadel. They could be seen lurking high above on the turrets and ramparts. Among them was Masquerade, her blood-red hair standing out against the dark hooded figures. She gazed down from her perch, taking in the battle scene below.
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Post by jenee on Aug 7, 2009 18:01:13 GMT -5
Concealed deep within the stone fortress, cloaked vampires and sorcerers shifted about to assume their designated positions. Some of the higher-ranked prowled around to make sure everyone was where they needed to be.
Weaving amongst those already at the higher parts of the building was Rayne--hair, skin, and garmets soaked from the dowpour of the storm. Orders from other ranked members sounded clear in her ears, though she did her best to block the noise out as she took position amongst the others. The vampire leaned to watch the oncoming battalion below. They still had formidible numbers--a threat. She felt her lips curl over her teeth in a snarl, which mingled in with the sharp sound of pounding rain.
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 18, 2009 21:51:10 GMT -5
Tobias stood beside Masquerade, one foot up on the wall, putting his weight against it as he looked down. Silent, he only mused to himself--the plan, how they were going to handle this... Rainwater trickled down his face and into his clothes, soaking him to the core. Slowly, he glanced to his blue-skinned companion. "We're really going to do this, aren't we?" He murmured huskily.
(LOL MY POST IS SO LAME compared to you guyses awesome ones. ): )
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 18, 2009 22:20:37 GMT -5
Masquerade turned her head slightly, eyes gleaming out from under a mess of red hair. An infinitesimal smile traced across her lips as she looked at him. She made no reply, just let her head shift back to it's original position, her hair falling across her cheeks again. Her gaze raked across the maze of smaller buildings before them, picking out the masses of offbeat warriors trudging through the dark streets. Sound was rising from the city below, the combatants resuming their war cries and shouts and screeches. The sound resonated up the walls of the fortress, music to the ears of the eagerly waiting soldiers. They were ready for a fight, feverish and intoxicated by the scent of blood and the wails of dying bodies.
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 19, 2009 13:32:21 GMT -5
His brow furrowed a little and he turned up his collar against the rain, looking back to the ground. Something told him he was in way over his head--he cast another quick glance to Masquerade--... but something else told him he could handle it. Bangs heavy with rainwater, he untied his bandanna and slicked his hair back, retying it. He'd need to be able to see as much as possible in the battle. After all... Tobias was only a human.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 19, 2009 14:38:01 GMT -5
The battle grew more fierce, congregating at the front of the fortress. The great wooden doors were forced open, and the army of elves and other such creatures thundered into the main hall. The mass of fighters spread out, some remaining outside. Others pushed their way through the defenses of the enemies and filtered down the many passageways that wound through the stone fort.
Masquerade watched from her perch on the wall above, seeming very concentrated on the war raging below her. She sensed her companion's discomfort but remained quiet and still. They were alone on that particular section of rampart, so for now she had time to consider her options. Tobias could fret and fidget a few moments longer while she decided the best game plan.
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Post by jenee on Aug 19, 2009 16:22:39 GMT -5
From deeper within the fortress, the sounds of war cries and fighting echoed down the winding passageways, even from a few levels above. The captains of the town and fortress had been silenced successfully, leaving a wide study open for Xoran. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the far wall, a fire burning wickedly in the hearth to the right. A desk sat on the opposite side of the room, from which a blue-haired elf had perched herself, examining a dagger. A few other cloaked followers lingered within the room, all combining their energies to conjure a spell that would hopefully dampen some of the magical strengths of their opponents. Not by much, but that wasn't the point. Even the slightest loss of the enemy was their gain. Xoran stayed to oversee the operation, preparing to join the fighting himself once it proved successful. He currently stood in front of the fire, facing the flames. They rose in harmony with his aniticipation, but never out of control. Rin tucked the dagger back inside her boot, leaning back on the desk as she awaited orders. The only other person in the room was a small figure, standing amongst the bookshelves in the corner. One hand rested on the shelves, almost as if to reassure herself where she was. She sank a bit farther into the corner, cringing as sounds of the battle reverberated from down the passages. Xoran paid her little to no attention, his gaze on the flames. Until he needed her, she was useless. Sending her out in a battle would be like throwing a mouse in a field of traps.
In the chaos of the battle, meanwhile, Ravyre and Joren could be found in the corridors of the first story, driving back enemies of their kind. A few allies flocked to help them while others continued to force entry and spread out down the various tunnels. The sound was almost unbearable to their sensitive ears--constant screaming, yelling, war cries, the crashing of metal, the scraping of armor. [/blockquote]
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 19, 2009 16:57:34 GMT -5
The battle pressed on, both sides suffering losses, but neither seeming to gain an advantage. The rest smaller group of vampires under Aaron's leadership, including Alice, kept close to Joren and the others. They were evenly matched with those of their species, and so they stayed in the main hall, unable to force their way farther into the fortress. But some of their allies managed to break through, and so the armies moved farther in, the troops of southern dwellers seeking out the rest of the invaders.
Sage and Azera dropped down from the clouds, flames raining down on the enemies who flocked in the higher towers. They wheeled around, and sent another shower upon the heads of the cloaked figures. A sorcerer aimed a stunning spell at the griffin, and missed. Azera held fast to Sage's feathers, leaning in close as he swept down for another attack.
Aaron was resting lightly atop her great wolf, managing to pass through the midst of the battle unscathed. Nalah wove her way through the mess of fighting with ghostly grace, and the pair disappeared through a darkened doorway.
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Post by jenee on Aug 19, 2009 17:15:38 GMT -5
As the fighting spread a bit farther into the corridors, another figure followed. Wearing the same black cloak as the sorcerers, he blended in easily with the shadows. Though, when seen, he was often mistaken by the southerners as an enemy and the invaders as an ally. Varen let them believe that, though when attacked, he would do all in his power to ward them away without any fatality. Maybe a few bruises...just until he could disappear back into the crowd. He veered away from the fighting as much as possible, keeping the hood drawn securely over his head--protecting his identity. As he moved, he formed a plan in his head, making it up on the spot. It's not like there was another alternative, anyway.
Rayne's eyes narrowed in on the griffin above, and one of the carved stone statues crafted onto the wall became enveloped in an eerie orange glow. The vampire swung her hands in the direction of the creature, causing the figure to detatch from its perch and fly at the opponent. [/blockquote]
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 19, 2009 19:05:19 GMT -5
Sage had been exhausted by the sorcerers' attempts to knock him and his rider out of the sky. He spiraled down, landing as close as was safe to the fighting that was still going on outside. Azera hopped off, and he reverted to his wolf form. They charged back into battle, joining their comrades in the thick of the fighting. It had started raining again by this point, making the ground slippery with mud and puddles. Some of the soldiers lost their footing, and here and there piles of battling creatures would come crashing down in a domino effect. This was cause for more small victories, and the southern mountain inhabitants began to gain the upper hand. They were more used to the wetness, where as the only kind of rain and weather in the Deathlands were the showers of fire when a volcano acted up. The gradual overtake of the fortress was aided further when the elves arrived from Tuskomed, bringing reinforcements of villagers and craftspeople who were trained with weapons. The Deathlanders weren't about to give up, though, and fought back with every bit of fierceness they had.
Aaron had been lucky so far when it came to being brutally injured, but her search for the source of this madness had not yet been rewarding. She and her wolf companion found their way into the heart of the fortress. There, Jane was waiting for them, in a grand hall with all the splendor of a palace throne room. The stone walls supported torches every few yards, and the shadows danced across the room with the flickers of light. The two army leaders faced eachother, Aaron calm and concentrated, Jane leering with bloodred eyes. This would be more a battle of the minds than of physical strength. Each steeled themselves, prepared to fight for the death for the victory they so desperately wanted.
Masquerade had stayed on that lonely stone wall for a good portion of the battle, watching from her vantage point as the war progressed. She somewhat resembled a hawk, eyes narrowed and trained on the surging masses below. It was dark now, and only the light of the few torches still lit, the moon (for it had stopped raining again), and the distant lightning aided her surveying. She blinked, and looked up. "Okay then, time to go." She squinted, and then made a dash for the nearest tower, hoping to find stairs there that would lead them down to the battlegrounds.
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 19, 2009 19:45:54 GMT -5
"Hm," He grunted, with a nod. The sword slipped from it's hilt on his back and into his hands, and he smirked a little, following after her. Admittedly, he looked more confident than he felt.
(LAME REPLY IS LAME)
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 19, 2009 19:51:26 GMT -5
She found the stairs, and skipped down two at a time, hurrying along the hall and down another level. They ended up on the third floor, having avoided most of the fighting in the corridors. She scurried out onto a wide balcony of sorts, and then realized her mistake. A throng of fighters were struggling there, and another group of southerners trudges up the hall behind them. They were trapped between two angry mobs, and so naturally she abandoned all her previous plans and dropped to the floor, assuming a meditative position.
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 19, 2009 20:00:38 GMT -5
Tobias stared down at her, incredulous--and then, 'oh, yeah, Necromancer' hit him, and he assumed a defensive position by her, claymore held at the ready. But who's side was he supposed to be on?
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