Syn Mar'Teas
Minevra's Army
Elf
Royal Family (Ranger)
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Post by Syn Mar'Teas on Mar 23, 2009 22:24:32 GMT 8
Mid Night The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks
Syn woke in her bed, a cold sweat soaked her bedding and her night shirt. Her breath was quickened and short as her eyes darted from wall to wall of her private room in the Army Barracks in the sea side town of Witchwood. She got up quickly and rushed over to the robe hanging on the back of door, putting it on and tying it she rushed down to the commanders quarters.
Knocking on his door the man looked at the Royal Princess with a look of 'It better be good' on his still half asleep face. The face of the man sobered though after seeing the almost white face infront of him. "Your Highness what is the matter?" he asked now begining to worry himself. "Commander, I need you to wake the Captain's I need a escort to my mother and father. I have had a terrible vision that controls our fate" she explained as he nodded and hastened to wake the Captains. Syn quickly went back to her room and changed into her war gear not her riding gear. She expected trouble. The enemy had seen her and was coming. She needed to warn her mother about it.
She finished dressing and walked into the Commander's Quarters again this time all the captains stood there in their uniforms and she noted that some had hastened to put it on while others had slept or left it off entirely. "Men, I need volunteers to escort me to the capital, but I fear there will be a new enemy hunting us" she said to them and stood in the middle of the room. One older man walked up to her and knelled infront of her, "Your Highness, I Captain Noles volenteer me and my mens lives to your saftey" he said and Syn nodded her thanks then looked into the room once more.
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Post by Shaher the Fallen on Mar 24, 2009 17:41:04 GMT 8
Dusk Barren Planes Behind the Gates of Oblivion
Shaher stood defiantly staring up at the flaming gate, the portal to the mortal realm infested with humans and elves alike. His face was pulled back in an arrogant sneer, a mask of assurance as he dreamed of the wonders he would burn on the nether side, the blood that would be spilled, the terror that would ensue as the witless fools that stood in his way where slaughtered where they stood. He turned on his heel, his cape swirling about his heavily armored body, his long dark hair rustling softly upon his shoulders. "Mighty forces of the Oblivion Realms, Warriors of the Flames. Rally now as we prepare to storm the mortal realm, prepare yourselves to swarm the cowardly world of the humans. We are the revolution that will seize their pathetic world and prepare it for the coming of our almighty Lord, Hail be to the Dark Prince of Oblivion!" he roared over the dull thrum of murmured conversations weaved within the ranks of the black army. He turned back to the gate, his sword raised high above his head. "For Oblivion, we summon forth the Gate to the Realm of the Mortals!" he cried and the gate blazed in flames, opening forth a way into the human world. "Rest now comrades, for tomorrow we conquer!"
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Post by David Noles on Mar 25, 2009 18:30:10 GMT 8
Mid Night The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks The Stables
Captain David Noles walked out of the barracks with his unit of Engineers still trying to put on thier battle Armor. David had seen that when Syn talked to them she had on her own war gear as if she was expecting an army. So in anticipation David ordered his men into their own. He brought with him only his boanette and his musket, but wore two hip bags instead of one. One he had extra shots in there while the other he had extra powder. There was nothing more deadly during a battle for his kind than running out of shots or powder.
He walked up to the stables and noted that there were two other units waiting there. Captain Jaykob of Mor Rioghain and his unit of knights, and his sister Ciar with her unit of rangers. David touched his hat to them and mounted his own horse. Now they only awaited the General of Arms, Princess Syn.
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Mid Night The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks Lady Emma's Room
Syn walked into Emma's room knocking first. She looked over to the waking body and quickly stopped her from talking by speaking first. "Emma, we need to go. I have had a terrible vision and must tell Father about it. But we need to go now before the sun rises" she said in a trembling voice. Fear was in her eyes.
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Post by zathras on Mar 27, 2009 2:18:17 GMT 8
Dusk Gates of Oblivion
Zathras, after yet another successful mission, had earned her just reward and was flying in the sky in the form of a great eagle, carrying her stuff in a bag that was being held by her claws. She liked the freedom of flight that that form gave to her and enjoyed herself in the skies whenever she felt happy.
As she flew above the planes, something odd happened. A fiery gate opened out of nowhere, but nothing passed through. Curious to know which kind of new treasures and creatures to destroy could lie on the other side, Zathras flew through the gates to the other side. Her eagle eyes saw an army of huge numbers, whose hearts ran as cold as hers. Maybe he had finally found a place where she belonged, a way to fulfill her vengeance.
Zathras reached within her pack with her left claw and threw the clothes that were on top onto the ground near the most prominent figure of the army, who seemed to be its leader, then let the pack itself fall beside the clothes as she flew low and entered inside the tunic through its lower part, changing her form back into a Human one and then made herself comfortable.
"Isn't this an adorable day, my lord?" She said in a sweet tone of voice that had something strangely cold as an undertone. "I've heard some of what you've just said, my lord. You have no love for what lies on the other side of these gates? Neither do I. Maybe we could join forces. I want my revenge and you your conquest. We can help each other get what we wish." She said in a cold and hard tone of voice, but still with that sweet charming undertone. She wanted this and what Zathras wanted, she usually got. "I'm called Zathras and I'd be your eyes and ears on the other side with pleasure, my lord. If you want something specific killed, I'd also be pleased to assist." She finished her speech introducing herself and offering her spy and assassin services, sporting a wicked smile all the time.
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Post by Shaher the Fallen on Mar 27, 2009 8:27:31 GMT 8
Dusk Barren Planes Behind the Gates of Oblivion
Shaher stared coldly at the new comer, this shape shifting girl with the sickening smile. Any fool of the Planes knew that to approach him without formal request was certain death, but this was no Planar fiend, rather a mortal assassin as she said. "Consider yourself lucky that I don't tear you limb from limb where you stand Assassin, for I have no allies in this fight. It is me against them and these peons behind me follow suit because they are paid too. As for you, I see no such need of your services, if I want something killed, I will kill it myself. However, I have heard rumors of division within my ranks, treachery is something I will not abide by again. If you wish to side with the Forces of Oblivion rather then find yourself at the mercy of my blade, seek out the traitors, slay them and return their heads to me. You have this night and this night only, for tomorrow we ride" he said harshly, glaring down at the assassin with hatred in his eyes, the days events had flared his passion for battle and it took much restraint to not run this girl through and be done with her.
Finished with his request, he turned on his heel and stalked his way through the masses of dark elves, orcs, goblins and alike 'till he reached an elaborate blade tent, surrounded by dark thorned growths that grew like ivy across the tent. Inside, Shaher made himself comfortable on a large cushion emblazoned with the mark of Oblivion. He lit several candles in a Pentagram around himself and closed his eyes with his hands resting upon his crossed legs. "You please me with your actions Shaher..." hisses a voice in his mind as the room went dark. "You have given me much, oh Prince of Darkness, I owe much in return. We are set to storm the realm tomorrow as ordered, the humans and elves know nothing of the horrors that await them" Shaher replied quietly in case anyone was eavesdropping. "Then rest my Champion, for tomorrow you conquer in my name, and I will not tolerate failure" the voice hissed, raising to a roar as it mentioned failure. Shaher flinched at the painful volume but nodded his submission nonetheless. With the telepathic conversation finished, Shaher made his way to the prepared bed and lay down, waiting for the sun to rise and his quest for vengeance against the light to begin.
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Lucien Flamore
Oblivion Army
Converted Fallen
Dragoon - "Dragonblade"
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Post by Lucien Flamore on Mar 27, 2009 19:37:10 GMT 8
Breaking Dawn The Town of Witchwood Farming Fields
Lucien patted his beasts neck, satisfied that the roaring fires beneath them would send a sufficient message to the peasants below and consequently their Lords. A message that he was not to be trifled with. One would assume that after 3 squads of Dragoons and a rather hardy legion of pitchfork wielding farmers they would finally understand. Apparently not. The glimmer on the horizon was the only thing that caused him hesitation as he decimated the small population of the farming community on the borders of Witchwood. The sun rising, he naturally assumed. He would have left it at that had the sun not been rising on the opposite horizon. Lucien found himself intrigued. Abandoning the deaths of these humans for the moment, Lucien nudged the dragon in the direction of the mysterious glow, its ominous, pulsing light intriguing him.
Lucien laughed darkly as he approached it, the light emanating from a swirling mass of crimson and gold, weaving itself into the fabric of space and time, the portal almost screamed horror and destruction as it bared wide the possibility of terror unknown to the weary observer. Pulling back on the reigns of his beast, Lucien glanced at the land around this portal. The earth itself seemed to be dying, the earthy blight spreading slowly across the land, snaking its way towards civilization. Landing nearby, Lucien hissed into the air and within moments the great wyrm he rode took flight once more in search of prey to satisfy its hunger. Lucien remained behind, unsure of what to expect when whatever lurked on the other side of this gate stepped through onto his territory.
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Lady Emma
Minevra's Army
Human
Royal Family (Soldier)
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Post by Lady Emma on Mar 29, 2009 8:16:21 GMT 8
Midnight The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks Lady Emma's Room
Nightmares had invaded Emma’s thoughts during the first couple of hours of sleep. As she finally began to drift off to sleep, she woke to a quick knock upon the heavy wooden door followed by the telltale sign that someone was entering her room as the door hinges creaked loudly. Grabbing the small blade from under her pillow that she slept with, she was relieved as she heard a familiar voice.
"Emma, we need to go. I have had a terrible vision and must tell Father about it. But we need to go now before the sun rises" she said in a trembling voice. Fear was in her eyes.
“Of course Highness,” Emma replied alert to her surroundings and threw the covers from her body. “I will dress quickly and we will be on our way,” she continued as she quickly threw on travelling attire and laced up her riding boots under the heavy material. Syn had remained by her side throughout. Emma could tell that the vision must have been a terrible one as she could see the dark circles under the pale royal’s normally bright eyes.
“What mode of transportation do you wish to take Highness? I recommend that if you wish to arrive quickly, we ride with an escort,” Emma said and ushered the pale royal from her room and down the stairs.
In the courtyard, Emma saw that the royal had indeed already organised for Commander Noles and the immortals Jaykob and Ciar to escort them. As a servant handed a package containing some food, Emma assisted Princess Syn onto her horse with the help of one of the others. Quickly moving to her mare, Dancer, she ensured that her crossbow was attached to the saddle and was assisted onto the mare. “Thank you,” she said to the man settling onto the saddle and adjusting the blade that was now nestled against her waist.
“Commander Noles, please lead the way,” Emma ordered and kicked Dancer into a canter following the Princess.
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Post by David Noles on Mar 29, 2009 23:02:48 GMT 8
Midnight - Break of Dawn The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks
David watched as some of the men helped Syn and Lady Emma to horses and then mounted themselves. Syn and Emma rode up to David, Jaykob and Ciar. There they waited till the gates to the fort slowly and silently opened.
David tapped his three cornered hat and spoke to them, "Stay Close My ladies" he said as he kicked his white horse, Serenity, off and galloped away from the fort. The two Immortals followed as did the two Royals then the rest of their men followed in the rear. The plan was to get The two Royals to the Capital at all costs. David just hoped that Syn's vision was wrong for the first time in her life. He just hoped she was wrong. As, if she was right they may not succeed in this mission.
David looked back only to see that it had begun, the town of Witchwood was now burning as a dragon flew the away from them. This was to be the beginning of the end was all David could think.
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Post by Sir Jaykob of Mor-Ríoghain on Apr 1, 2009 15:45:37 GMT 8
Midnight - Break of Dawn The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks
Jaykob was sitting in his spacious, though sparse quarters. His leather lace-up trousers hugged his pale, muscular form as his face was bent over a book. The near pitch black room accentuated the marble-like pallour of his skin and his black eyes were easily able to penetrate into the darkness. In the next room, his twin Ciar was entertaining and Jaykob smiled grimly as the shadow begged for her to end his suffering and break his skin.
The sounds of discord rose him from his reverie and he strode over to his heavy plate armour. The black armour was made specially for him, no regular human could bear the weight of this precious metal. His camarilla's tabard was engraved into the breastplate, a black and maroon had the same tabard emblazoned for all to see. He threw one of Ciar's gauntlets at the heavy stone door, knowing that she would hear the small metallic clunk as he slid his own pale smooth hands into the metal gloves. He adjusted his weapons belt and tucked his half-helmet under his arm.
Not bothering to call Ciar, he could sense that she was on her way, he left his chambers and entered the barracks proper. He bowed deeply as he recognised the Crown Princess and was quick to enlist his own unit of Knights to her protection. "You have my sword, Your Highness," he said, his voice deep and smooth as silk. His black eyes were drawn to Lady Emma, his hair standing on end and he unconsciously stiffened as he scented a bite on her neck. He forced his eyes from where he could feel the scar and up to her eyes, surprised to see them watching him. He tucked his helmet into the pack of his second in command, using the movement to break the unsettling eye contact with the noble.[/size]
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Post by Ciar Of Mor-Ríoghain on Apr 1, 2009 16:54:55 GMT 8
Midnight The Town of Witchwood The Army Barracks
Ciar stepped out from the shadows behind Jaykob, her black leather cuirass and leather pants accentuating her figure as her mottled black cloak blended her into the shadows and obscured her from view. A heavy Longbow sat in her right hand, painted to take the shine off the metal weapon. Their bloodline had long developed weapons that could withstand the great strength of her their people, knowing that no wooden bow would be able to withstand a Master Vampyre's great strength. Ciar's fiery curly red hair blew wildly behind her; complimenting her ruby eyes that detailed her interrupted meal.
"You have my bow, Your Highness" she replied with a casual salute, a hint of fang visible in her smile. She looked to her unit of Rangers, silently giving them the order to prepare to move out as she waited by the stables. Her unit grabbed their packs from under their bunks and pulled on their leather armour before running to the stables and saddling their horses. Both Ciar and Jaykob leaned lazily against the wall as they waited for their respective units. Unlike the humans, they would be on foot; they travelled faster that way. She smiled as the last of her unit wheeled their horse and formed up in the column, intersecting with her brother's Knights. They nodded to each other as Commander Noles gave the order to move out.[/color] [/font]
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Syn Mar'Teas
Minevra's Army
Elf
Royal Family (Ranger)
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Post by Syn Mar'Teas on Apr 6, 2009 17:35:39 GMT 8
Break of Dawn The Town of Witchwood Riding East
Syn rode of beside the three captains and her friend Lady Emma. "Proceed with haste my friends. What I have is a matter of life and death" she replied to them all. She knew that they would obey and knew that if they succeeded she would with her respect to them offer them a great reward for their service to her.
Syn smiled at the two Immortals, It was a good time to have them on their side. They would all need to work together to defeat this darkness that was about to be unleashed on the world. "Cair, Sir Jaykob. My friends I welcome your services. Please it will be dangerous and I must ask you to go into real danger my friends. I regreat I will not be fight by your side like I would rather be but you understand that I need to give this information to my Mother. I fear that there will be great danger that lies ahead. And I am sorry for bringing you into this. I hope you may forgive me" she said. She knew that she had to take the news to her mother and father. But she wanted to stay and fight with her friends and loyal soldiers.
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Post by Sir Jaykob of Mor-Ríoghain on Apr 10, 2009 20:56:34 GMT 8
Break of Dawn The Town of Witchwood Riding East
Jaykob nodded his head at the royal princess. "We understand the urgency and danger, Princess Mar'Teas," Jaykob said simply. Ciar had already moved to the edges of the path, her mottled cloak making her almost undiscernable to human eyes as she moved with Vampyric speed and stealth through the shadows. Jaykob slowed his step enough so that he drew level with Lady Emma. Though he had been in the services of the royal family for some time, by human standards; the young woman had remained a frustrating mystery to the the Vampyre.
He had been able to see a scar on her neck, one that he knew was caused by only one creature. Yet she was clearly no shadow or scion. Whomever had been careless enough to leave a princess unbound? He had seen many such scars adorning Ciar's body. Being a matriarchal society, she had been Scion to their mother before her first death. Jaykob's own skin was unmarred, having never had the trust he felt must be present should he share blood with one of his own kind.
He pushed his wandering thoughts aside, only now realising that he was still staring at the princess' scar. He dipped his gaze as his black eyes met hers and he cleared his voice self-consciously. "Forgive me Princess, I did not intend to stare. Should you require assistance on the journey you have only to ask," he said quietly.
He could hear a quiet guwaff of amusement from the trees and his Vampyric sight could easily make out Ciar's shaking shoulders. Obviously his sister had been watching and had caught the uncomfortable moment. He knew she did not approve of his sharing blood only if there was love. Ciar had always been able to separate the two, but for Jaykob; the ecstasy one felt in love was equal to that of sharing blood. Jaykob's old, chivalrous notions had often been the cause of many jokes among the camarilla; however it embodied the House Of Mor-Ríoghain's standing as royalty among Vampyres. Jaykob once again forced his wandering thoughts aside as he took in the pre-dawn light. The only skin of his body that was exposed to the light was his jaw, the rest of his body covered in his heavy black plate armour. He knew the sight of sunlight on a Vampyre's skin was a sight to behold, but he preferred the ability to use his teeth in a fight, than to cover his face to avoid idle staring.
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Post by Shaher the Fallen on Apr 11, 2009 8:45:56 GMT 8
Dawn Barren Planes Behind the Gates of Oblivion
Shaher stepped out into the early morning light turned crimson by the ever cloaking blood-red clouds that loomed over Oblivion. Already his forces were making preperations for their arrival in the mortal realm. Blades where sharpened, armor thoroughly checked for weaknesses and standing next to the entry to his domain stood Zathras, the shape shifter he had so obviously tried to dismiss the day before. "You are still here, I take it you found no such traitor. Or were you smart enough to know there are no traitors in my ranks? It makes no difference, there are few fools left alive that have crossed paths with me and lived to regret it. And yet you are no fool, I may have use for you yet..." he said darkly, avoiding her gaze. He began walking forward and signaled for Zathras to follow. He did not speak to her as they made their way into the streaming chaos of excited young orcs and hellish creatures alike made their way into rank and saluted him as he passed. "Notice, my army is greater then any we have ever faced, our numbers vastly exceed even the Dark Elves, rangers of the night. It is we who have made way for the Rise of the Black Prince and soon we shall have decimated this new realm in his name. As you have remained in this place, I offer you a chance to prove yourself to me. Fly ahead of my warriors and report back to me on the size of these mortals armies. Succeed and you shall find that Oblivion can be extremely...rewarding" he said with a dark laugh. With that, he stepped through the barrier that was the portal between his world and the next. "By the dark hand of Oblivion..." he gasped as he stepped into the mortal realm.
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Lucien Flamore
Oblivion Army
Converted Fallen
Dragoon - "Dragonblade"
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Post by Lucien Flamore on Apr 11, 2009 9:04:28 GMT 8
Breaking Dawn The Town of Witchwood Farming Fields
Lucien patted his dragons neck, it having returned from feeding, now curled up beside him as he prepared to leave this place, the portal seemed dormant, at least for the time being. Just as he was about to take to the skies, the portal flashes a brilliant white light and a winged figure clad in dark armor stepped through. Lucien grabbed his spear from its resting place and flung himself into the air, spreading his wings as he swiftly glided to meet the newcomer in battle. The dark winged man beat him to the side with the flat of his blade and calmly stepped on Lucien's arm to prevent him from raising his spear. "A warrior of God, how typical that you should be the first to die in this new place" he said darkly with a snarl as he prepared to strike with his shimmering dark blade. "I do not serve God, he cast me aside, now my only master are the skies I fly!" Lucien replied as he rolled away from the blade, into the mans foot before grabbing it and throwing him into the air. Lucien followed up by pushing himself from the ground and roaring as he drew closer to the man, his spear raised ready to thrust the mans life from his body. Instead the man dodged to the side and grabbed Lucien's spear, heaving it from his grasp and kicking him, back towards the ground. "If you do not serve God, then perhaps we were both a little...hasty in choosing to fight. I admire your courage, attempting to strike down the General of Oblivion with a holy weapon in your hand, and if you do net serve God perhaps we could be of assistance to each other. We are, after all, Fallen, brothers if you will. Join me and I will not only spare your life but... is that beast yours?" he asked, momentarily distracted by the hulking black dragon approaching him at great speed. "Hold your ground my friend" Lucien called to the wyrm as he picked himself off the ground. "Indeed, I am Lucien Flamore, known as Dragonblade to these people. And if you come to this realm with intentions of destruction, I would gladly join you. I have decimated the warriors in this area as they attempt to slay me but beyond these lands the forces are to great for me alone. I am sure the two of us could win the battle though with great ease" he said, replacing his spear in its hold on his back. "The two of us? I think not..." the general said as he spread his arms in front of the gate and masses of Oblivion warriors entered the realm. "I am Lord Shaher, General of Oblivion and Scourge of the Light. And from this moment on, I claim this realm in the name of the Black Prince!" he roared. "We take to the skies my friend, there is much blood to be shed..." Lucien said quietly to the dragon with a dark smile.
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Post by David Noles on Apr 13, 2009 11:50:03 GMT 8
Dawn Feilds of Witchwood Riding East
David rode on towards the sun rising, they were going as fast as the horses could go. It was after following the sun for a little that they realised that the light at which they followed was not the sun. Syn began to get distressed as they turned their mounts around. Dave grabbed out his compass. They had been heading North not East, he nodded to the other captains and pointed the right direction to the east. "Let us Hurry before what every is making that glow catches us" he warned then started to ride. It was a little down the roda when Dave was knocked off his horse by something hard yet soft. He punched his guantlented fist in to the things face and got up. "AMBUSH!" he yelled as he puuled off his rifle from his soldier. He fired one shot off then proceeded to fight his way towards Syn. "Protect the Royals" he ordered his men.
Meanwhile atDawn Barren Planes Behind the Gates of Oblivion
A ugly orc walked up to the General and bowed to the Fallen. "General, We have the Seer trapped out side the city. She has a guard of many though. The captain asks for some more men, sir"
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