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Lord Grammel of Darokin Low in the air sat the massive structures that supported the Black Dragon Special Air Fleet, closer
they came to the forest that claimed the land before the capital, massive ships controlled by one mind. Like a black sculpture
the Nera Lord sat with closed eyes in the center of the cold room. The room was like a cave, only a presence was moving about
it, something that would catch the eye then move away a blink. Alive in its own spirit, the Nera swayed from the very pores
of the great Grammel, fueled from the inner depths of his creation. He could feel the drain slowly coming upon him, controlling
three airships fashioned from a mountain was no easy task. The voice was calling over the land, sending silent words to his
men. We will stop before we reach the forest line.
Lord Grammel of Darokin There is no surprise of attack, but we do have the upper hand with the fear we will bestow. Ookami,
watch the skies. Mahsnoanvin, take care of any that challenge below. Silence took over the air beside for the silent buzz
of the goblins that boiled across the flat surfaces of the ships. Bloodshed was on the minds of every dark being that hobbled
across the platforms, some even standing closer to the edges waiting for the first sign of any life. Large grunts were beginning
to pull back the catapults, five lined across the front service of the Messmerot, the lead ship. The Nera pulled at the ships
and created a stall in their forward motion, it strung away from the rocky ends feeling the ground below and the forest ahead.
Lord Grammel of Darokin A strange power was usurping from the very leaves of the forest giving the hint of danger ahead.
The forest is haunted by something I can not see. I wonder what hides within? The words fondled into the minds of Mahs and
Ookami wherever they may be on the three airship fleet.
Mahsnoanvin Upon the surface of the Messmerot, stood a titan. And he nodded to the communication. The figure was enormous,
standing 15'5" tall, and 7'9" board at the shoulders. His body was covered in inch and half thick steel plate armour,
sections of bracers, and greaves bearing two foot spikes, tipped with adamantine. His back was a forest of these adamantine
tipped spikes, ranging from two, to four feet in length, barbed to keep whatever was stuck upon them...on them. Around the
creatures waist, two massive tools of war were carried, both over ten feet long, and crafted of blacksteel. One a massive
battle axe, the other, an awe-inspiring mace. In his right hand, he carried a sheath filledwith sixteen massive javelins.
Slowly, great wings of black nera energy spread from his back and he leapt into the skies. He would soon reign hell upon the
ground
Noah/Spawn The forests were indeed haunted, but not by the typical ghost, phantom or wraith. Fore there, in the forest
of western Lucemedia, was the physical manifestation of a being of horrible power. It was there that a hellspawn was lurking,
one whom answered to the name "Noah". Perhaps this was what this Grammel had sensed...or perhaps not. Regardless,
the hellspawn was well aware of the advancing invasion upon his allies' kingdom's territory. Perhaps having been tipped off
or perhaps being well aware of this event far before it took place. Either way, he took to the air and boldly flew in the
direction of the invaders alone. So fast was his flight, that it gave the illusion of teleportation to the human eye and now
that his form was in the light, his features could cearly be seen. <C>
Noah/Spawn Everything about him was trademark of any hellspawn, from his spikes, skulls and chains, to his huge red cape
and collar and his glowing green pupilless eyes. And then the white "M" on his torso, and symbol of his former master,
Malebiogia. Coming to a dead halt in mid air roughly 100 feet away from the invaders, he spoke unto them, his voice calm,
intellectual and with a hint of an english accent. Yet eeriely calm and with a hint of ruthlessness (think Kain from LOK)
"Excuse me there, friends! I couldn't help but notice you seem to be lost!" he shouted and then extened his arm
and pointed towards the opposite direction of western Lucemedia. "You want to be going THAT way." His voice took
on a deeper and darker tone. "Yes...that way.....away from me....as far away from me as your <C>
Noah/Spawn puny three demensional minds can conceave." With that, his arm fell back to his side and paused to allow
a response from the invaders. <E>
Rylafein: The drow walked calmly into the area, pausing only for a moment to glance up towards the skies, his crimson
eyes tracing the movements of the beasts airborne. The beginning of a sneer threatened to curl the corner of his lip slightly.
Indeed, it had not yet arrived at his time, however, with the creatures dwelling in the skies, the drow chose only to watch
for the time being. He could take flight and join in the combat that seemed destined to occur, but quite frankly, Rylafein
had preferences, and he would keep to them. A soft breeze set his hair to a slight sway, the strands of silver flashing past
the crimson orbs of his eyes, contrasting sharply with his skin. And much of his skin was visible, as he watched, feeling
little need for armor. Tattooed on to the center of his chest -c-
Ookami Ookami snapped into motion as soon as Grammel started issuing the orders, moving between weapon bay and weapon
bay; his own ship, the Kyofu-Kaze, was slightly smaller than the others, and it hovered a bit higher than the others. He was
'motivating' his crew, mostly were-wolves, lesser demons, goblins, and a vampire here and there, with a steady stream of insults
and curses. All ten of his 'Agane-ame' ballista's were loaded with barbed chains, connected in loose nets and weighted at
the ends with rough steel balls. Various other weapons were readied as well; the crew would be as ready as possible for whatever
came. -The 'kaze is ready for battle, boss- The tall mercenary sent back as he strode through a winding passageway to where
the bow -Ame bay was.
Ookami There was a sudden clamor ahead; Some of the goblin spotters had done their job,and spotting something approaching.
Ookami started fast jogging at this point, moving at a pace most would consider sprinting on his long legs. "What is
it?" he shouted as he arrived in Akane-ame emplacement #1, directing his question at the gunnery master, a well muscled
were-wolf in its hybrid form. An excted goblin answered for him, shouting form it's little lookout niche hewed out in the
ship off to the side of the ballista bay. "There, there!" it squeaked, pointing excitedly to where a form was approaching.
It's partner tracked it with the complex sighting system installed in the niche, something the goblins had put together with
glee and suprising craftmenship.
Rylafein: was a navy rose, difficult to see, though still there. His fingertips touched the hilts of twin katanas at either
of his hips, though he did nothing to act on the impulse, simply observed for the time being. It would be time for him soon
enough. Until then, he would simply observe. Silently, with a skill born of years of practice, the dark elf slid backwards
slowly, melding into the shadows, and allowing the darkness to conceal his form.<e>
Ookami Just then, whatever it was came to a halt right infront of the Messmerot, and spoke. Ookami couldn't hear the words,
but he knew the perfect reply to whatever it said. "Is it in range?" He asked the goblin tracking the creature.
"For this load? Yes." Ookami's ever present grin grew slighly. "Take aim." He ordered. Immeadetly, the
gunnery master set things into motion, and more clamour was heard as the massive ballista was quickly swiveled on target.
The sighting goblin and the weapon sigher shouted coordinates back and forth over the noise, and, in less than fifteen seconds,
the weapon was on track and ready to go. The gunnery master looked to his captain; Ookami gave a nod. "FIRING!!"
The were-wolf bellowed; the crew got clear. With that, the firing lever was pulled, and through a
Ookami complex series of gears, the weapon was fired. A loud "Whump!" could be heard as the limbs snapped forwards,
and the shuttle moved faster than even Ookami's eye could track; Sixty two foot long iron spikes sped off on a direct course
for the hovering threat, moving several times faster than any arrow, spreading out slighly as they moved. When they reached
their target, the patter would be a rough circle about twenty feet wide, but, as they were shooting at a slighly downward
angle, they would lose little speed in the transit...<E>
Shaez: Officer of Dozkeye stood aboard Ookami's ship, the twin axes held in each hand. Long white hair fell to his back,
and the blue Mithril armor was upon his form. He grimaced, looking over to his current commander, Ookami. 'Sir, what would
you have me do?' That was the only thing he asked, curt, to the point. He spoke fast, his voice a blur among all the other
sounds of battle ringing out amongst them. He continued to wait, his eyes roaming over the 'fleet'
Surreal: Peace is never just the absense of war, just like war is the never leading strength to peace. Peace is the knowing
of strength, and faith, and justice. Peace is the feeling of security, to walk without fear, and to know that there is one
strong enough with a gavel, to keep those in line that need to be done so. The pain of it, was the wind was morning for the
willows before anything even came to pass, and she stood outside the forest, atop a flat rock. Her feet flat, but her staff
out horizontally in front of her. The wind picked up the speed of its caress and it torted back towards the ships that were
oncoming. Incorporating speed to those that would throw oncoming attacks in their general direction, she knew her skills <c>
Surreal: wouldn't leave much open on debate when it came to this war, but it didn't mean that resources weren't close
at hand. Not far behind her, Marvin stood with packets of herbs, and other necessities that she would need for healing those
wounded, and it would be her job to make herself sparce around the plains, and tend to those who would need it most. Endurance
was something they could significantly stand for. The facets in the gem atop her staff began to swirl brighter, contrasting
with the eagerness and ambition she held within her. In a steady partnership, the staff and energies responded to her own
emotions, and thus it was a clear communication. "Rhima witness me," The great divide across the forrest planes,
tree's bent and groveled at the strength of the air, as clouds began to <c>
Surreal: formulate above them... <end>
Tacitus, Guardian of the Lost: Upon the rocky slopes of the Mountains of Despair, resided an ancient fortress, untouched
by the test of time. A testament to the heavens of the Solarian architecture. The Fortress of Mortarion seemed to glow a crimson
red, its runic wards alerting those sleeping within that Lucemedia again needed their aid. Spirits wistfully traveled about,
weaving through the twisted architecture of the building…searching for the one to lead his Company of Solarian legend.
A vaporous spirit hovered before the Solarian Captain, whispering to him in an ethereal voice, "Lord Tacitus, Lucemedia
needs you to fight again…" Tacitus groaned softly, his eyes expressionless as they fluttered open. Gauntleted
hands flexed and tightened into fists before hoisting himself out of the Throne of Skulls that was crafted<
Tacitus, Guardian of the Lost <c>from the heads of their enemies. As Tacitus came to stand at his full height, about
8 feet in total, the room would take on a dark, fleshy tint. The Runes upon his black and gold armor would glow and pulse
with a steady rhythm. Slowly, the runes of his warriors would glow and pulse with the same light. The armored hulks of his
fellow warriors began to animate, and came out of their alcoves in a zombie-like trance. Tacitus eyed his warriors and spoke,
his voice booming throughout the fortress, "Brothers, our time is at hand. We must purge the beasts that dare to defile
the lands of Lucemedia, as was decreed to us by the Lord Solar. Gather your weapons and head towards the waypoint, may the
spirits guide our path to the place most needed." His fellow Solarians nodded in assent, filing<c>
Tacitus, Guardian of the Lost <c>out slowly, their steps untied, as one...The ominous drumroll that was to precede
their coming. Once gathered around the Waypoint, he started to chant their Litanies of Battle, "Suffer not the Heretic,
Suffer not the Intruders, All shall fall before the servants that fight in His name. En dedicatio Imperator, ultra articulo
mortisOurge all who dishonor our lands." His fellow Solarians chanted this with him, and all the while, the room began
to twist and turn, contorting with no particular patternTut then a flash of light blotted out his former surroundings and
placed him and his Company of Solarians in the middle of a field, with their polearms arrayed towards the sky. Tacitus gazed
around him and smiled, "Die with honor, Brothers."<e>
The infernal juggernaut: -The chimes of the dark ploys were underway, mortal shedding blood against mortal. The echoes
of war sundered through the gateways of hell and echoed in the lost outer plains of the infernal place. This of course drew
out the juggernaut. A low pitch rumble rolling sneer of his beast like voice as he listed hearing the marching coming from
the mortal plains. The brimstone and unholy flame seeped through the vermilion grounds. Azathoth roared loudly as he impaled
the ground via the head of his might halberd. A faint rumbling sound was placed upon the immediate area. His hands thrust
into the air, his hands seething with dark energies. A black colored serge of electricity jolted through his fore arms and
hands as he ripped and pushed apart a portal large enough to allow this goliath to <C>
The infernal juggernaut: pass through without having to hunch over. The swirling gate lead to the mortal world where he
wasn't certain but somewhere in the near area of the war. The juggernaut slowly trampled through the portal his hand Reaching
back grabbing his mighty pole arm and walked through the portal that would soon open up right at the footholds too the great
gate of lucemedia. He let loose a vibrant roar as he impaled the magical swirls of the void and ripped through the magics.
And slowly emerged into the mortal realm about a good twenty feet away from the gate of lucemedia. The beast fanned out his
wings and used his massive weapon as a walking cane. He snorted loudly and sniffed the air not exactly worried about the guards
of lucemedia. If they shot..he would squelch their existence.<end> -
Eldest of Lucemedia: -Yes, Zipphora owned the forest which surrounded her sister's castle. It was her honor to guard the
kingdom and forest. The earth itself gives her the powers right at her fingertips, when needed. A proud duty to be the guardian,
except with one magor flaw, she can't leave the forest to long it would drain her enegry. It's engery had once saved her,
long ago when she was a child living within the forest, the vines of the ancient ivory rose that allowed its juices to inject
within her body had brought her back to life after almost drowning witthin the forest's main water source. As it replaced
her blood, it enhanced her blood instead of plaquing it. <C>
Eldest of Lucemedia: -Those sapphire eyes catch a glimps of the kingdom even though she couldn't leave the forest for
long, Phora could only go to visit her sister. Those vines she controlled would inch there way along the kingdom's ground,
rising up amongest the walls as if protecting it with its poisonous thorns against any intruder's but at the same time giving
life to Phora outside the forest as well, whenever she wished to visit. <C>
Eldest of Lucemedia: -Something was inaccurate within her forest. She could feel it within her body which had laided lazyily
upon a hamick her sister had made for her last spring.. With one leg dangling down over the age that allowed her big toe to
trail along the soil which for once seems odd. The soil had been disburded as of recently. Shadows covering over the empty
spots between those rustling leaves. Those sapphire hues lift upwards as she sat up upon the hamick straddle style, reaching
forward fingertips going into the tree trunk hole, retrieving a wrapped package.<E>
Kiralsha Henra Kira shook with fear as she felt the people near her kingdom. Not fear for her...but her people. She rushed
around through the castle making sure everyone was in place then she was stopped. "My lady, the towns people have been
take to a safe place." She nodded not even looking to see who the voice belonged to. "Archers!" She yelled
as she headed out to the town wall "Attack the sky. The enemy seems to be in some large ships. Be careful of any dragons
that may wish to help aide us and good luck." The archers looked to the sky and pointed their arrows at the attackers.
"Hold your aim steady, I don't want any dragons hurt if you all can help it." Kira took in a deep breath and looked
to the sky as she clutched her sword and closed her eyes. "Dragons from a land far away, come and find(C)
Kiralsha Henra their sanctuary. A land where all will live in peace until the day the magic ceases." As Kira finished
a drop of rain began to fall. Now Kira knew the magic was gone, it never rained in Lucemedia...not until today. As the droplets
began to hit the ground a sound could be heard from the mountains....it wasn't Tacticus and his men. Kira tried to concentrate
on the sound and her fear came true. The dragons had began to move, though allies they still cause much damage. Kira wanted
to tell them to stop....and hopefully they would before this turned into a massacre.(E)
Lord Grammel of Darokin A state of concentration that many had never reached had engulfed Grammel's entire mind. A world
of energy, sparkles of light created from the combustion of the tiniest speckles of life formed into a complex understanding.
A dark haze was being created before the sun rays, canvassing the light down upon the forest and the city. Was night already
coming or were games a foot? The Hell Spawn was a fool for coming so close to Darokin's Black Dragon ships. Strong was the
power of the Nera closest to its lord and controller, and when the energy bound spawn came near the parasitic dark energy,
it felt like the very sources of his powers were being swallowed. -c-
-Commandant- Daos Nur . o O ( alright, does this city have a back entrance? )
Lord Grammel of Darokin Even when being controlled, the Nera was lurching through his body lightly 'feeding' from the
physical and hellish sparks that made a Spawn. Sounds of screaming women and dying children began to fill the sky around Noah
and the city, the sweet voice of the Nera radiating fear across the souls of Lucemedia. Upon the Messmerot, the foolish looking
grunts had completed the loading of the catapult, a large ball of oil and muck sat in the hold. Torches were thrown upon the
balls and a second later four flaming objects hurled towards the town wall. Three of the flaming rocks had good direction
for the walls, while the fourth was short and fell flaming into the forest where a great blast erupted. Smoke drifted above
dotting the sky, creating a hard wall for the arrow men to see through.
Gundvast Bergthor rode upon the back of a massive ebony boar whose menacing tusks had been capped with iron and barbed
upon their insidious ends. He was a sight to behold, backdropped by the sinking sun upon a hill where the fading rays outlined
his muscled figure. He wore thick fur atop his shoulder guards over a pillage white tunic and hefted a disgustingly large
battleaxe as if 'twas a horseman's mace. Rugged. Barbaric. The double-blades were chipped in places and ultimately stained
with glimpses of crimson. Tanned flesh stretched taut upon an impressive frame capped by a visage of strong features and dark
hair tribally held upwards in jagged points by dried pig's blood. Gundvast grunted and spurred his irregular mount onwards,
the banner of Darokin portruding from the flank of his studded saddle.
Lord Grammel of Darokin Even when being controlled, the Nera was lurching through his body lightly 'feeding' from the
physical and hellish sparks that made a Spawn. Sounds of screaming women and dying children began to fill the sky around Noah
and the city, the sweet voice of the Nera radiating fear across the souls of Lucemedia. Upon the Messmerot, the foolish looking
grunts had completed the loading of the catapult, a large ball of oil and muck sat in the hold. Torches were thrown upon the
balls and a second later four flaming objects hurled towards the town wall. Three of the flaming rocks had good direction
for the walls, while the fourth was short and fell flaming into the forest where a great blast erupted. Smoke drifted above
dotting the sky, creating a hard wall for the arrow men to see through.
Gundvast Bergthor absently tried to pick a morsel of chicken from between the molars on the right side of his mouth with
a dirty and cracked fingernail while the boar defiled the grass beneath with the heavy presence of its iron hooves. The closer
he came to those gathered the larger he seemed to grow until it was obvious this man was nay of Darokinian descent; O' no,
he had been born in the plains where 'written word' was when your opponent used your blood to sketch his name in the dirt.
Veins sprouted upon his forearms and naked biceps like gnarled roots at the base of ancient oaks and ironwoods. He smelled
of steel and boar, a devistating combination when sampled from a close proximity. Finally he got that piece of chicken-- he
glanced at it before he placed it upon his tongue and swallowed.
Noah/Spawn A fatal mistake for not just a novice magic user, but for any: opening a link to a being such as Noah. There
were others throughout the omniverse that had this line of defense, the Valharu for example, but it wasn't usual for a hellspawn
to have such a defense. Noah had an intimate knowledge of magic as a warlock and retained that knowledge in his unlife as
a hellspawn. His history is irrelevant though. What's important is the mistake Grammel made and the workings of it. Nera attempted
to 'feed' off the energies of Noah, however, these energies are of a high transmutive effect. How did they work? By strings
and super strings. Strings are the tiniest of tiny particles, the smallest you can get. One demensional, they vibrate in up
to eleven different demensions or more. Depending on <C>
Noah/Spawn the vibrations of the strings in groups and the combinations, would in turn effect the greater whole of what
they make up. And indeed, strings make up everything, from physical matter, to the very fabric of the universe, to even the
forces of nature such as gravity and electromagnetism. Grammel had not sensed Noah's energy directly earlier, or else this
would've happened sooner, but now that this Nera had attempted to open a link to Noah, the transmutive energies streamed through
this link, turning it into necroplasmic based energies and at an alarming speed, matching and perhaps outmatching that of
light. The only way to prevent certain death was to close the link up in time, and given the speed of Noah's defenses, that
would be an extremely difficult task to undertake indeed. <C>
Noah/Spawn Assuming Grammel may've had some way to predict this, he wouldn't have openned the link in the first place.
This was an innate defense on Noah's behalf, like white blood cells fighting off an intrudor. It took little to no effort
on his part. It was with this, perhaps, that he was more than ready for the metal projectiles fired at him. They were metal,
of course and hightly subject to electromagnetism, obviously magnets attract metal. There was his reaction time to take into
consideration though. His energies traveled much quicker through the mediums of his being, and thus allowed for a far quicker
thought process than that of a human's other flesh and blood creatures. Creating and manipulating an electromagnetic field,
he veered the iron projectiles around them, speeding them up <C>
Noah/Spawn considerably in the process and sent them back at Ookami, with the kinetic energy of approx. 16 petajoules
(4 petajoules=1 megaton. megaton=ton of TNT going off). Given the size of the projectiles, they were sped up considerably
to acheve such an impact, much quicker than the eye could detect and assuming they would find their mark, they would totally
destroy Ookami's body and probably the ship he stood on too. <E>
Noah/Spawn .
Ookami As Ookami watched from where he stood, which was at the right angle to see out of the aiming niche, a dozen of
the spikes peirced the target who appeared to have been concentrating on something else; it made no attempt to dodge, after
all. The ballista was reloading; a slab of stone had dropped on counterweights to cover the bay while the weapon not ready
to fire. A chute had dropped from the ceiling, and from the sounds of it, the Gunnery Master (GM from now on) had ordered
a steel web, one of the barbed chain-net type weapons. Meanwhile, two demons and a vampire were working on winching the string
back, an operation that'd take at least half a minute. Just then, though, Grammels next warning reached him.
Ookami "We have incoming; use your descresion, but you have my premission to fire at will." He shouts over the
racket to the GM, who nods. Striding out of the bay, he grabs the next goblin he see's and tells it to convey a warning to
all the GM's about the dragon, along with the orders to fire at will. Now, it was beginning to get interesting...But that
wasn't the only thing going on. The third ship, unnamed as of yet but reffered to as 'the Barge' suddenly opened up with its
own volleys; a eight -Ame broadside salvo at the Solarians, which translated to roughly 5,600 iron spikes raining down with
enough force to punch through armor as if it were tin foil. The three bow -Ame's fired at the castle with similar loads.Thirty
smaller ballista's, throwing spear-like projectiles, were also fired, <C>
Ookami these aiming for anything even resembling an officer. In addition to all of that, three scorpions were also fired,
hurling dozens of head sized rocks at the force which had just meterialized as if out of thin air. That wasn't all, however;
The Barge was essiently the seige platform of the three, loaded with the most distance weapons; Two trebuchets were fired
as well, throwing two hundred pound bolders on high arcing courses for the castle. The third was jammed, but that was being
fixed by the engineers; it'd be a matter of minutes before if fired...
Rylafein His gaze lingered on the ships for a moment, his eyebrow slowly raising. A soft whistle brought his owl companion
to a low branch before him. The owl observed for a moment, then seemed to understand, a quick beat of its wings drawing it
upwards and into the air. The bird was utterly soundless, designed that way, and with a vicious streak such as that that its
master possessed. All in all, though, it was a relatively neutral bird, with no bend either towards evil or good. It ascended
the skies quickly, careful to avoid any attacks that may have commenced, or threaten to begin. The bird was simply up to scout,
and knew to stay out of range of conventional attack forms. Rylafein wasn't quite ready to risk his eyes yet. Quietly, he
observed.
Gundvast Bergthor 's heels dug into the flanks of his boar and the monster broke into a rush of anger-driven madness.
Its hooves tore the earth upon which it tread creating shallow divots which would no doubt later serve as miniscule basins
of blood. The axe he sported was a thing to behold: a cruel and unforgiving instrument of death compose of enough adamantine
to bring saliva to the lips of a Drow. It was raised above his war-painted face and glinted when graced by the dwimdling radiance
of the sun. Noah would be far too focused upon the magnificent magic he was weaving to realize Gundvast was closing distance...before
the boar saught to impale the spawn upon its tusks and the barbarian cleaved downwards with hopes of decapitating the demon.
Ryuoko He migrated from the east side to the west, hoping for more chances to engage in combat. Footfall's repeatedly
thud against the ground, his body almost a blur as he saw the large group of werewolves advancing upon the defending force.
But the airships seemed to be causing a huge nuisance, so why not attack them? He used his own chakra to increase his speed
and reached into his belt. He removed a strand of rope from his belt and began to twirl it, and than launched himself in the
air toward the direction of the ships. He tossed the rope through the air, and it caught onto one, the hook at the end sinking
into a crook in the surface. He pulled himself up the rope swiftly, and managed to get on top of it. He used the claws attached
to his left hand and held himself steady, as he threw <C>
Ryuoko down a glass container with a highly flammable agent inside. Once it came into contact with air, it would explode...and
with the tunnel leading to the core....well...the results would be obvious. "Hah". He than ran and saw the next
one, taking a huge leap and once again using his rope to grab onto it, as he swung the other ship exploded, and the damage
caused it to begin to sink to the surface. <E>
Surreal: Raining arrows like death from above, and they launched down to the ground. Such saddness but she did not linger
on the tragedy. She could feel the earth tremble from each movement, and air an dwater being her main elements, she didn't
know what she could do. The horse behind her reared its head, and the pebbles began to move. She would mount, keeping off
of the ground to try and stay away from being locked in by the ground units, for once she was forced into a corner, she'd
have to rely on resourcefulness, something she wasn't good at until under extreme pressure, but she always hated that feeling.
The staff aimed high to the sky as she put her boot into the stirrup and mounted on trusty Marvin, a horse that's gait was
like riding a five legged camel, <c>
Surreal: but wasn't startled easily. The third ship, that had aired into her sightline, she set her sights on it. Reasoning
with the weather as the wind shifted, and echo'd to exchange its force against them, slowing them, and setting a few off course
to go into the ground without hitting their target. <end>
-Commandant- Daos Nur "Today is the day we ride to battle men! Be of good courage warriors, and ride with thine head
HIGH! Today we claim victory!" A war cry would be heard as the Ulsterian forces from Emain Macha would ride into battle.
Leading the charge upon a godly clydesdale of black would be the chosen champion of the High Queen, Daos Nur. This Egyptian
Titan stood tall, like a tower of flesh and metal. His armored steed left a smoky trail of dust in it's wake as he pulled
ahead of his own forces. He could almost see Gundvast from afar...that would be the man he would be dueling with this day.
Nur's armor was like that of most knights, but the black metal was trimmed in fine gold. The adamantine armor was sculpted
and shaped to pay homage to his egyptian heritage. His Face would remain unseen, hidden underneath the Jackal Head helmet
that he had made. The large ears that pointed vertically. Upon his back there would be sheathed his black bladed adamantine
claymore. A gift from the queen, said to be a holy weapon. Due to his size, Daos was capable of weilding this claymore like
a broadsword. His cavalry of 2000 would break away from the formation that was slowly advancing. Nur sent his men onward to
battle with the wolves...Gundvast...he was GONE! Who would the commandant do battle with!? Well..that Werewold over there
was looking very lonely, So Nur jumped into the battle and cleaved into one's head...
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