Post by rlandis on May 15, 2011 5:55:58 GMT -5
((Sorry for the Delay!))
The Dark Chapters
- Boom. . . Boom-boom-boom. . . BOOM. The roar of thunder roared distantly. . . Though, any person experienced in the military heard the thunder as cannon shot. The battle was already set.
- Just behind the battle lines, a few miles back from where the Dark Elves and human resistance held, stood a Command tent as well its surrounding encampment. The Inside of the tent, much like the outside, was dark almost pitch black. The darkness, for the Elves, gave them a form of comfort while they fired ideas and plans off at each other. At the table's ends stood General Torik and across form him General Kelissith. Each General held their own guards, being their commanders. The guards yelled just as loudly as their general. This scene was all too familiar to any Dark Elven Officer. Anethra, if it were not for her dark plans for General Torik, would be fast asleep in her own tent, finding the cock fights of Political officers to be useless. Anethra's right hand was there was well, Lt. Naria. Both females eyed Torik with cold eyes, calculating plans and trying to form a plan on how to do this. . . They could of even screamed their plans out loud, and no one would hear or notice it. The two Generals were nearly at sword point with each other, the roaring talk being about the use of undead as a way to take down the city. General Torik was more then enthusiastic for the idea, finding the human populace to be of no use even as slaves. Kelissith, on the other hand, raved and ranted about the high detail work that only a creature with a working brain could do. Both Generals had their strong points, but both Generals held their ground. Though, it was General Torik who had the last call, being the Head of Invasion Forces.
- "AGH! The god He'quil rams his throbbing cock up my ass even further! THAT BASTARD General Torik demands I hold my ground as a SUPPLY force! REINFORCEMENTS!" General Kelissith screams and chucks a golden goblet across the room. A servant was unlucky and did not escape the wrath of the General. The Goblet held enough weight and the force behind the Generals throw was enough to crack the Servant's nose and break in the poor girl's upper teeth. "I sit here, playing the role of a common Tavern guard, while HE does what WE BOTH were born and trained to do! TO FORGE AND COMMAND ARMIES!"
- Kelissith spat, his mood shot. He looked over to Anethra, his face twisted in a look of disgust. "What about you?! Any progress?! While Torik sits, fat in his tent, his commanders make ready to unleash undead upon the enemy! While his dogs are killing hordes of humans on the battlefield, raiding local villages, looting, plundering, gaining tribute to the king! My dogs sit here, starring at me in my own He'quil's damned TENT! GET OUT AND BRING ME HIS HEAD!"
- Anethra, with the close company of Lt. Naria, retired to their own tent, leaving the enraged General to his own slaves. Having their armor stripped and clothes changed by the personal slaves, the two females sat at Anethra's own table, going over ideas. Naria, being first to open her idea, was quick to be shot down. Though, in turn, Anethra's idea too held flaws that Naria picked apart. The two debated that whole night, in a friendly manner unlike their superiors, over how to take down General Torik. By dawn, they had their plan. . . By the next night it would be set in motion.
- His long hair whipped about his face, his long brown curls caused his head to sweat and his eyes to rapidly blink. Having hit the ground after tripping over an over turned cart, the peasant was left to look up at the sky. The poor peasant saw only two things before the ghoul ripped out his throat, long bony claws and his own brown hair.
- The Dark Elven Sorcerer, with a guard of heavy Dark Knights, walked down the street. The horde of sprinting ghouls and shambling zombies obeyed the staff of the Dark Elf. The Sorcerer held the group of undead under his control, his constant concentration demanded from him. The Guards about him kept the road clear, and made sure to gently guide the busy caster.
- The undead soldiers, from the battles just two days ago, proved to be useful. City, after city, after city, fell to the hordes of undead and the Sharp blades of the Dark Elves. It was here, that the final battles would soon see their birth and death. General Torik was well known for his great tactics on the open battle field and his great raids and night attacks. . . But sieges were clearly a difficult issue for the man. . . An issue Lt. Naria knew well to exploit.
- It was almost too easy for Naria. . . Without issue she gained entrance into General Torik's tent. Without issue she was able to share all of General Kelissith's dirty laundry with Torik. It was, after a good bit of drink, even easier for Naria to get Torik to his bed. The only hard part Naria had, was not vomiting while Torik was mid thrust. When the General was spent, content with the information about his rival and his belly and mind full of drink, he was quick to go sleep. Step one in Anethra's plan was completed. . . Only a few more to go.
- The horde of prisoners, future slaves, food source, toys, or undead servants to be, filled the dark iron pen to bursting. Already a score of prisoners died from being compressed, from heat, or from being target practice. It was one of these future "toys" that got selected. Chosen for her curves and lumps, this one was to be a tribute to the King. Anethra' held different plans for the girl. With the guards silenced, a few cross bow bolts and quickly thrown daggers being the reason, there was none to raise the Alarm when the Pen's door opened freely. Thought to be an act of kindness, the prisoners were quick to be silent and slip out of the pen. Anethra, grinning the whole time, was quick to pull the future toy aside from the pack.
- Naria, unable to sleep, crawled out of Torik's bed as quietly as she could. Fetching a bit of wine for herself (for the first time that night) she tried to shake the jitters away. Her first sip was almost taken when the Great tent's entrance was quickly thrown open by the rapid advance of an Armored figure. Quick to throw a rug around herself, Naria stared at the figure in fear. Her fears were quickly doused by the unpleasant sight of Bozik the Brute. The Large Dark Elf, grinning from ear to ear, eyed Naria with a smirk. "I didn't know Anethera had such pretty pets under her wing. Hah, no matter. . . I - -" Bozik was quickly hushed by Naria, her clawed finger nails digging into his smug face.
"Keep it down, you damned fool! Where is Commander Anethra?! Has the plan gone to order?!
Bozik, in a near sheepish manner, nodded his head and smiled. "Commander Anethra, is on her way. I made sure to take out any guards who would want to witness this. . . I love killing humans, but killing skilled warriors is even more fun. I could really - - "
Once more, Bozik's prideful rant was cut short by a slash across the face. Defeat, finally playing its way into Bozik's mind, he nodded. Bozik, as much as a brute he was, wasn't stupid. Quick to react to the plan, he got Naria's gear and snuck out of the tent with the half dressed female.
- Meeting halfway, Bozik, Naria, Anethra and the Toy met up. The human was lost, not able to speak a word in the dark Elven tongue. Though, even she could understand, she couldn't. Anethra had the toy by the hair, keeping her head locked to Anethra's firm grasp. Pushing the girl down to her knees, but still keeping the firm hold of her hair, Anethra quickly spat orders off to Naria. Bozik, being of equal rank and being as prideful as a lion, was "convinced" that the best coarse of action would be retreat. . . Hold a show(A bar fight or duel) at a drinking tent and give an excuses as to where he would be for the night. Naria, was quick to follow her own order and make a walk to the Common grounds, where the common soldier in the Dark Elven army pitched tent. She was to raise the alert about released slaves and have the camp ground searched from top to bottom.
- With the Commander and the Lieutenant gone, Commander Anethra made her way to Torik's tent. Stepping inside the tent, she smelt the strong odder of drink and sex. Looking about she saw the mess the two had left by the bedside and the upside down fur rug. Kicking objects around, flipping even more furniture, she quickly woke Torik with a start. Before the General could say a word, Anethra threw the toy on top of the Dark Elf male. Drawing her sword she made a quick action to slice the girls head off. Though, Anethra had years of experienced with the sword, the excitement of the night got the better of her arm. The sword only made it halfway through the girls neck before passing into the General's stomach. Blood covered the bed within seconds and the General attempted to sit up. The weight of the dead girl forced him to sink into the bed's sheets even further. His gut, which was quick to stink up the tent in seconds, began filling the bed with his own darker colored blood. Anethra grimaced, more from the fact her swordsmen ship cut open the General's organs, spilling the foul waste over the already messy scene. Cleaning her sword off with the dead girl's hair, Anethra twisted the head to see how sloppy her sword work was. Angry with her self, more out of pride, Anethra left the tent. Happy the mission went well, but unhappy she missed her mark by a few inches. Not a set back at all, but Dark Elves always pride themselves on their sword work. . . After all, a Girl has to have standards.
- The castle of Pontik fell within days under Kelissith's control. The army under Torik defected to the highest ranking person, that being Kelissith. Now, with both armies under his command, General Kelissith had only to play the waiting game with the rest of Pontik. His hordes of undead were quick to be unleashed on the country side. His raiding parties followed days behind the horde of mindless and unleashed undead. The raiding parties, having no problems cutting down the undead bands, had free pickings over the towns and settlements. . . Kelissith actually became fond of the undead. . . Torik did have a good idea after all.
- The assassination of General Torik was the top news from the criers. The story spread around like wildfire. Slaves breaking free, killing their masters and killing General Torik and his own personal toy in their sleep. The investigation ruled that the killer had to be a human. . . What angered Anethra the most was, they ruled it had to be a human killer because of the sloppy sword strike and its clear sign of struggle and lack of planning. Though, Anethra couldn't be mad for too long, her well thought out plan worked. The timing went off perfectly and none of Kelissith's chain of command could be convicted of being involved. The Dogs of the King, his royal investigators, left saying the Army was under better care... After all, Kelissith would never take a human to bed like the low standard Torik did.
Of Greed and Kings
- The armies of Pontik, split just a few days into their conquest of Foltuk, raged battles with the Dark Elves and undead back in their own land and in the south with the Forces of Foltuk. The Advance was ground to a halt by the King when he learned his capital was under siege. His plans for dominance over both kingdoms crushed when he learned North and Central Pontik fell to the Dark Elven Advance. He had not planned for a two front war, more importantly, he did not imagine ever having to go on the defensive.
-Day in and day out, the Commanders and Generals under the King of Pontik worked hard to keep the army together and supplied. Though, each day the number of deserters and hangings grew. The Armies of Foltuk, under the crown of a New King the King's own son, didn't need to defend themselves against the King's army.
- Though word was always slow to travel across lines, a unofficial cease fire did arrive between the two Human kingdoms. The Prince, now King of Foltuk, held just as much power as his father. The threat of Pontik and the Dark Elves united the remaining nobles under the Queen and New King of Foltuk, allowing the son to stretch his hands in feat in comfort.
-The prince loved his father, and sent many a messenger to his father, asking for him to surrender his forces to the Commanders of Foltuk. Though, clearly pride kept the father from doing this. Within the Month, the King of Pontik lost his army to battle, disease, and desertion. The Kingdom of Pontik fell, Foltuk's borders were under threat by bands of undead, but the Dark Elves made no advance just yet.
-Within two months, The King of Pontik lived as a noble prisoner in his son's new Palace. The Son, for the first time in his life, out shined his father and prepared for the Advance of the Dark Elven War Machine.
-Xen, after a while, found himself finally fully healed. The two months went slow for him, his wounds were truly deep. He had run into the red haired woman from time to time, but only ever got a smile and wave from her before she disappeared. It was always when the woman was caught by Xen stealing from a local noble house or two. Always a mini game of cat and mouse. Xen Knew of the danger lurking on the borders of Solik, he knew of the bands of Mercenaries(The discharged or grouped deserters of the Pontik Army) now roaming the country side of Foltuk. He heard the news of the constant battle with undead at the border, he heard the news of the South and its constant war effort. Xen soon couldn't help but hear at every corner, war, war, war and more war. Was the whole land mad, who wasn't at war?
-Kas/Sundered Heart, found the work to be all a plenty. The Anarchy of the northern Border of Foltuk proved to be a dream job. Always there was a bandit crew looking to hire a new blade. Always there was a group of merchants looking for safe travel. With the armies of Pontik destroyed, the Armies of Foltuk pulled to the Main cities, and the Armies of the Dark Elves still held in Pontik, it was a time to shine as a sell sword or ruffian. The Clash of titans let the small man prosper. . . Though it payed a toll on the common farmer. Everyone could see, the constant battles on the country side, were quickly cutting the food supply off. . .
- It didn't take a tactical genius to see the Dark Elven plan. . . Riots, Starvation, bandits, undead, and other outside forces, would pick Foltuk apart in time. The new King was smart, be he knew little of the court. It is here, that Kas soon finds himself, after a bloody two months, a performer once again in the Palace. The Prince sat at his table, drinking and talking with his new Bride. The other nobles and the "New King's" father sat at ease, enjoying the music. Kas, for once, had a time to relax and think of his next course of action.
(( New Map update))
The Dark Chapters
- Boom. . . Boom-boom-boom. . . BOOM. The roar of thunder roared distantly. . . Though, any person experienced in the military heard the thunder as cannon shot. The battle was already set.
- Just behind the battle lines, a few miles back from where the Dark Elves and human resistance held, stood a Command tent as well its surrounding encampment. The Inside of the tent, much like the outside, was dark almost pitch black. The darkness, for the Elves, gave them a form of comfort while they fired ideas and plans off at each other. At the table's ends stood General Torik and across form him General Kelissith. Each General held their own guards, being their commanders. The guards yelled just as loudly as their general. This scene was all too familiar to any Dark Elven Officer. Anethra, if it were not for her dark plans for General Torik, would be fast asleep in her own tent, finding the cock fights of Political officers to be useless. Anethra's right hand was there was well, Lt. Naria. Both females eyed Torik with cold eyes, calculating plans and trying to form a plan on how to do this. . . They could of even screamed their plans out loud, and no one would hear or notice it. The two Generals were nearly at sword point with each other, the roaring talk being about the use of undead as a way to take down the city. General Torik was more then enthusiastic for the idea, finding the human populace to be of no use even as slaves. Kelissith, on the other hand, raved and ranted about the high detail work that only a creature with a working brain could do. Both Generals had their strong points, but both Generals held their ground. Though, it was General Torik who had the last call, being the Head of Invasion Forces.
- "AGH! The god He'quil rams his throbbing cock up my ass even further! THAT BASTARD General Torik demands I hold my ground as a SUPPLY force! REINFORCEMENTS!" General Kelissith screams and chucks a golden goblet across the room. A servant was unlucky and did not escape the wrath of the General. The Goblet held enough weight and the force behind the Generals throw was enough to crack the Servant's nose and break in the poor girl's upper teeth. "I sit here, playing the role of a common Tavern guard, while HE does what WE BOTH were born and trained to do! TO FORGE AND COMMAND ARMIES!"
- Kelissith spat, his mood shot. He looked over to Anethra, his face twisted in a look of disgust. "What about you?! Any progress?! While Torik sits, fat in his tent, his commanders make ready to unleash undead upon the enemy! While his dogs are killing hordes of humans on the battlefield, raiding local villages, looting, plundering, gaining tribute to the king! My dogs sit here, starring at me in my own He'quil's damned TENT! GET OUT AND BRING ME HIS HEAD!"
- Anethra, with the close company of Lt. Naria, retired to their own tent, leaving the enraged General to his own slaves. Having their armor stripped and clothes changed by the personal slaves, the two females sat at Anethra's own table, going over ideas. Naria, being first to open her idea, was quick to be shot down. Though, in turn, Anethra's idea too held flaws that Naria picked apart. The two debated that whole night, in a friendly manner unlike their superiors, over how to take down General Torik. By dawn, they had their plan. . . By the next night it would be set in motion.
- His long hair whipped about his face, his long brown curls caused his head to sweat and his eyes to rapidly blink. Having hit the ground after tripping over an over turned cart, the peasant was left to look up at the sky. The poor peasant saw only two things before the ghoul ripped out his throat, long bony claws and his own brown hair.
- The Dark Elven Sorcerer, with a guard of heavy Dark Knights, walked down the street. The horde of sprinting ghouls and shambling zombies obeyed the staff of the Dark Elf. The Sorcerer held the group of undead under his control, his constant concentration demanded from him. The Guards about him kept the road clear, and made sure to gently guide the busy caster.
- The undead soldiers, from the battles just two days ago, proved to be useful. City, after city, after city, fell to the hordes of undead and the Sharp blades of the Dark Elves. It was here, that the final battles would soon see their birth and death. General Torik was well known for his great tactics on the open battle field and his great raids and night attacks. . . But sieges were clearly a difficult issue for the man. . . An issue Lt. Naria knew well to exploit.
- It was almost too easy for Naria. . . Without issue she gained entrance into General Torik's tent. Without issue she was able to share all of General Kelissith's dirty laundry with Torik. It was, after a good bit of drink, even easier for Naria to get Torik to his bed. The only hard part Naria had, was not vomiting while Torik was mid thrust. When the General was spent, content with the information about his rival and his belly and mind full of drink, he was quick to go sleep. Step one in Anethra's plan was completed. . . Only a few more to go.
- The horde of prisoners, future slaves, food source, toys, or undead servants to be, filled the dark iron pen to bursting. Already a score of prisoners died from being compressed, from heat, or from being target practice. It was one of these future "toys" that got selected. Chosen for her curves and lumps, this one was to be a tribute to the King. Anethra' held different plans for the girl. With the guards silenced, a few cross bow bolts and quickly thrown daggers being the reason, there was none to raise the Alarm when the Pen's door opened freely. Thought to be an act of kindness, the prisoners were quick to be silent and slip out of the pen. Anethra, grinning the whole time, was quick to pull the future toy aside from the pack.
- Naria, unable to sleep, crawled out of Torik's bed as quietly as she could. Fetching a bit of wine for herself (for the first time that night) she tried to shake the jitters away. Her first sip was almost taken when the Great tent's entrance was quickly thrown open by the rapid advance of an Armored figure. Quick to throw a rug around herself, Naria stared at the figure in fear. Her fears were quickly doused by the unpleasant sight of Bozik the Brute. The Large Dark Elf, grinning from ear to ear, eyed Naria with a smirk. "I didn't know Anethera had such pretty pets under her wing. Hah, no matter. . . I - -" Bozik was quickly hushed by Naria, her clawed finger nails digging into his smug face.
"Keep it down, you damned fool! Where is Commander Anethra?! Has the plan gone to order?!
Bozik, in a near sheepish manner, nodded his head and smiled. "Commander Anethra, is on her way. I made sure to take out any guards who would want to witness this. . . I love killing humans, but killing skilled warriors is even more fun. I could really - - "
Once more, Bozik's prideful rant was cut short by a slash across the face. Defeat, finally playing its way into Bozik's mind, he nodded. Bozik, as much as a brute he was, wasn't stupid. Quick to react to the plan, he got Naria's gear and snuck out of the tent with the half dressed female.
- Meeting halfway, Bozik, Naria, Anethra and the Toy met up. The human was lost, not able to speak a word in the dark Elven tongue. Though, even she could understand, she couldn't. Anethra had the toy by the hair, keeping her head locked to Anethra's firm grasp. Pushing the girl down to her knees, but still keeping the firm hold of her hair, Anethra quickly spat orders off to Naria. Bozik, being of equal rank and being as prideful as a lion, was "convinced" that the best coarse of action would be retreat. . . Hold a show(A bar fight or duel) at a drinking tent and give an excuses as to where he would be for the night. Naria, was quick to follow her own order and make a walk to the Common grounds, where the common soldier in the Dark Elven army pitched tent. She was to raise the alert about released slaves and have the camp ground searched from top to bottom.
- With the Commander and the Lieutenant gone, Commander Anethra made her way to Torik's tent. Stepping inside the tent, she smelt the strong odder of drink and sex. Looking about she saw the mess the two had left by the bedside and the upside down fur rug. Kicking objects around, flipping even more furniture, she quickly woke Torik with a start. Before the General could say a word, Anethra threw the toy on top of the Dark Elf male. Drawing her sword she made a quick action to slice the girls head off. Though, Anethra had years of experienced with the sword, the excitement of the night got the better of her arm. The sword only made it halfway through the girls neck before passing into the General's stomach. Blood covered the bed within seconds and the General attempted to sit up. The weight of the dead girl forced him to sink into the bed's sheets even further. His gut, which was quick to stink up the tent in seconds, began filling the bed with his own darker colored blood. Anethra grimaced, more from the fact her swordsmen ship cut open the General's organs, spilling the foul waste over the already messy scene. Cleaning her sword off with the dead girl's hair, Anethra twisted the head to see how sloppy her sword work was. Angry with her self, more out of pride, Anethra left the tent. Happy the mission went well, but unhappy she missed her mark by a few inches. Not a set back at all, but Dark Elves always pride themselves on their sword work. . . After all, a Girl has to have standards.
- The castle of Pontik fell within days under Kelissith's control. The army under Torik defected to the highest ranking person, that being Kelissith. Now, with both armies under his command, General Kelissith had only to play the waiting game with the rest of Pontik. His hordes of undead were quick to be unleashed on the country side. His raiding parties followed days behind the horde of mindless and unleashed undead. The raiding parties, having no problems cutting down the undead bands, had free pickings over the towns and settlements. . . Kelissith actually became fond of the undead. . . Torik did have a good idea after all.
- The assassination of General Torik was the top news from the criers. The story spread around like wildfire. Slaves breaking free, killing their masters and killing General Torik and his own personal toy in their sleep. The investigation ruled that the killer had to be a human. . . What angered Anethra the most was, they ruled it had to be a human killer because of the sloppy sword strike and its clear sign of struggle and lack of planning. Though, Anethra couldn't be mad for too long, her well thought out plan worked. The timing went off perfectly and none of Kelissith's chain of command could be convicted of being involved. The Dogs of the King, his royal investigators, left saying the Army was under better care... After all, Kelissith would never take a human to bed like the low standard Torik did.
Of Greed and Kings
- The armies of Pontik, split just a few days into their conquest of Foltuk, raged battles with the Dark Elves and undead back in their own land and in the south with the Forces of Foltuk. The Advance was ground to a halt by the King when he learned his capital was under siege. His plans for dominance over both kingdoms crushed when he learned North and Central Pontik fell to the Dark Elven Advance. He had not planned for a two front war, more importantly, he did not imagine ever having to go on the defensive.
-Day in and day out, the Commanders and Generals under the King of Pontik worked hard to keep the army together and supplied. Though, each day the number of deserters and hangings grew. The Armies of Foltuk, under the crown of a New King the King's own son, didn't need to defend themselves against the King's army.
- Though word was always slow to travel across lines, a unofficial cease fire did arrive between the two Human kingdoms. The Prince, now King of Foltuk, held just as much power as his father. The threat of Pontik and the Dark Elves united the remaining nobles under the Queen and New King of Foltuk, allowing the son to stretch his hands in feat in comfort.
-The prince loved his father, and sent many a messenger to his father, asking for him to surrender his forces to the Commanders of Foltuk. Though, clearly pride kept the father from doing this. Within the Month, the King of Pontik lost his army to battle, disease, and desertion. The Kingdom of Pontik fell, Foltuk's borders were under threat by bands of undead, but the Dark Elves made no advance just yet.
-Within two months, The King of Pontik lived as a noble prisoner in his son's new Palace. The Son, for the first time in his life, out shined his father and prepared for the Advance of the Dark Elven War Machine.
-Xen, after a while, found himself finally fully healed. The two months went slow for him, his wounds were truly deep. He had run into the red haired woman from time to time, but only ever got a smile and wave from her before she disappeared. It was always when the woman was caught by Xen stealing from a local noble house or two. Always a mini game of cat and mouse. Xen Knew of the danger lurking on the borders of Solik, he knew of the bands of Mercenaries(The discharged or grouped deserters of the Pontik Army) now roaming the country side of Foltuk. He heard the news of the constant battle with undead at the border, he heard the news of the South and its constant war effort. Xen soon couldn't help but hear at every corner, war, war, war and more war. Was the whole land mad, who wasn't at war?
-Kas/Sundered Heart, found the work to be all a plenty. The Anarchy of the northern Border of Foltuk proved to be a dream job. Always there was a bandit crew looking to hire a new blade. Always there was a group of merchants looking for safe travel. With the armies of Pontik destroyed, the Armies of Foltuk pulled to the Main cities, and the Armies of the Dark Elves still held in Pontik, it was a time to shine as a sell sword or ruffian. The Clash of titans let the small man prosper. . . Though it payed a toll on the common farmer. Everyone could see, the constant battles on the country side, were quickly cutting the food supply off. . .
- It didn't take a tactical genius to see the Dark Elven plan. . . Riots, Starvation, bandits, undead, and other outside forces, would pick Foltuk apart in time. The new King was smart, be he knew little of the court. It is here, that Kas soon finds himself, after a bloody two months, a performer once again in the Palace. The Prince sat at his table, drinking and talking with his new Bride. The other nobles and the "New King's" father sat at ease, enjoying the music. Kas, for once, had a time to relax and think of his next course of action.
(( New Map update))