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Post by Bounder Boffin on Jul 19, 2007 16:37:01 GMT -5
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor Thimarus Awoke from his slumber to the crackling of the fire. His brother Arimus was standing near it placing wood to keep the flame alive.Thimarus pulled off his blanket and stepped out of the tent. He looked around his men were scattered along the camp, sharpening their swords or tending to their own fires. Few looked up to see Thimarus as he joined his brother by the fire. The first frost of the season had descended upon the forest. Fall was definitely here. The rangers food supply was scarce and the nights were bitterly cold. Thimarus could see Akhar in the distance surrounded by mountains and it's great walls. Arimus looked up from the fire he saw his brother and stood up then spoke, "My brother scouts have reported the Omasari movements among the Harls Hills to the east." Thimarus responded, "I have determined that we will reach Akhar by night. We will be safe within our father's kingdom." King Thinslan III was the chief of the rangers as well as king of Akhar and was the father of Thimarus and Arimus. Thimarus was the heir, as was Arimus but Thimarus was older which meant he would have the throne. Molsa, the cook of the rangers quickly wipped up some stew form the bear he had shot last night. Thimarus and Arimus helped him pass out the bowls to the rest of the rangers, who wolfed down the stew feeling the joys of internal warmth. Finally the three rangers sat down and ate their own stew. Thimarus looked at Molsa in approval. Arimus stood up and walked over to the barrel of water that they had brought and filled his mug with it, he gulped it down quickly, and returned back the other two. All the rangers quickly finished their stew and began taking down their tents and packing their belongings for the trip ahead to Akhar. Arius and Thimarus were in deep argument when a ranger walked up to the captains and said, "my lords a badly wounded ranger has requested your audience immediatly." Arimus commanded that they brought forth the ranger. A bloody armored man limped up, his cheek was cut and bloody. He was carrying a broken hilt of a sword, the mark of Morenas was on his chest plate as he handed the hilt to Thimarus who looked it over then looked up, "whose blade was this?" The man answered, "It was the blade of my captain Tor, who has been taken captive by the omasari." He paused then continued, "I fear the worst." Thimarus spoke out, "Tor, captured, where might he be?" The ranger continued, "I believe deep within the Morislas forest, the one far to the east, near Morenas's outer boundaries. Tor was leading us to meet you in Akhar when we were ambushed by rains of arrows and shadowy men form within the forest. Tor and a few other rangers have been captured, unfortunately I was the only one to escape...." Arimus and Thimarus both stood up, and looked at each other. Arimus said to the injured ranger, "You will come with us to Akhar and we will converse a plan to save Tor there with my father." The other ranger had the horses prepared for the ride. Thimarus walked into his tent ot grab his sword and bow as well as his an Arimus's belongings, as Arimus walked over to the other rangers who were preparing their weapons. He was inspecting their weapons making sure there were no frayed bow strings or cracked swords among the weapns the soldiers bore. Molsa bandaged up the injured ranger who they came to call, Brando. Once was through with inspection Arimus looked at the sky there were a few clouds but it was mostly clear. A light breeze blew through the trees along the encampment as they prepared to ride. Brando was helped onto a horse that was positioned next to Molsa. As Thimarus got onto his horse he knew that his father would not like the news of Tor's capture. Tor was a dear friend of Thinslan as well as a useful ally when it came to clearing out omasari encampments along the Akhar and Morenas borderline. Arimus and Thimarus both looked over their shoulders, Thimaurs blew is horn and they were off, they led the other rangers out of the thick forest and onto the grassy plains leading to Akhar. They rode swiflty but vigilantly, the omasari were near and they could feel it.
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Jul 21, 2007 15:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Aug 7, 2007 15:19:22 GMT -5
Dareak was now swarming with nazzhan. Since the assault on Morenas and the forming of the mark of the nazzhan more and more nazzhan had appeared. They were led by Lord Zar the Betrayer who sat in the high chair of the kingdom surveying the castles repairs. He had a smile upon his face. He himself had killed the last heir of the throne of Mitas. Now all that lay in his path was Mitas. Morenas was just a mear setup to draw the armies of Eldrv out of Mitas. Zar laughed it echoed throughout the kingdom.
Dawn broke over morenas. it had been three days since the assault. A man named Dracaus was walking through the rows of dead that lay motionless upon ground. He was turning back to walk back to the castle when he heard a cough. He quickly ran over to a limp bodyof a ranger who had 3 arrows sticking out of him. The man gave Dracaus a weak but warming smile. then whispered to dracaus" My brother where is he." Dracaus replyed" I do not know but who must be attended to immediatly" From Dracaus's belt he pulled out a Canteen and gave it to the man who drank it. He called for a stretcher. two soldiers ran up and lay the stretcher upon the ground the lifted the limp body onto it and carried him away into the castle. Dracaus stood on the field and watched. As they were carrying the ranger away a horn fell out of belt upon his waist. Dracaus rushed over and picked it up. He surveyed it and realized it was the horn of Rangers. The man he found was none other than the Lord of the Rangers Thimarus.
Dracaus Followed the stretcher into the House of Healing. He sat in a chair watching the elven women care for the fallen soldier. Dracaus could clearly see that Thimarus had sustained several arrow and sword wounds. Dracaus sat patiently for an hour as Thimarus was being healed by the elven healers. Darkness approached. Dracaus noticed this and walked over to Thimarus who lay motionless in the bed and lay the Horn upon his chest and walked away.
Day broke over Morenas. The soldiers arrived from Mitas and Tallied the Dead and missing. a hundred-forty-two Rangers lay dead the other forty-seven were either being healed or helping with the bury the dead. five-hundred elves lay slain upon the field. Only fourteen survived the horrific fight. One ranger was missing... Arimus. His body was not found. Rumors of capture were active within Morenas.
Dracuas returned to the house of healing to see Thimarus who was now up and conscious. Dracaus walked in. Thimarus said to him" Where am I and where is my brother?" Dracaus answered him" You are within he house of healin in Morenas. Arimus I'm sorry to say is missing..." his voice trailed off. Thimarus atttempted to stand up but the pain kept him down. Thimarus spoke again" Will you search for my brother as i am to injured to do it myself? He was wounded in the battle and he rode off towards Triten." Dracaus replyed" It would be my honor Lord Thimarus. I will find him." Saying this he rushed off to find his horse. Within an hour Dracaus was off to find Arimus. Thimarus lay thinking in his bed. His mind was wondering all over. A week past and still no word from Dracaus. Thimarus feard the worst. He was now able to walk around and ride a horse but he wished not to leave. He was not fit for battle. More soldiers from Mitas had come. Scouts had reported another attack was to happen upon Morenas...
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Aug 31, 2007 10:07:41 GMT -5
Thimarus stood at the foot of his bed. Dawn was upon the land. Another night had past, another night the Nazzhan drew closer. Thimarus was still not ready to fight. His body was still in pain. He hobbled over to the window overlooking Morenas. He looked out over the plains of Khahad to the west. The Morye Mountains which surrounded Morenas were silent as the rest of the world. The silence Thimarus thought to himself will not last. With every passing day the end of the world drew closer.
One of the surviving rangers Tor walked up to Thimarus. He spoke"my lord you must leave." Thimarus turned to face him and responded" I will stay and fight. No matter how bad my condition is. I survived once i can do it again." Tor said to him" The first attack was just a test. A test to see if we could defend." Thimarus looked at him and said" A test? we won so we must have passed then?" Tor replyed" We failed miserably.... We won the battle but the war is just beginning. A war where Zar has almost 3 times as many warriors as us that he will use to his advantage." Thimarus sighed" I still will fight under Eldrv's order's." Tor's voice rose" No, you my lord will not fight. Here we will be slaughtered and destroyed. My lord you are the heir of Mitas. You must live if we wish to win this war. If you wish to die here the whole realm of men will crumble as well. Thimarus shook his head and said" if I die here Zar will attack Mitas then empty his armies from Akhar onto Triten. The world of men will crumble....." Thimarus hugged his friend. Tor released him and said" You must be ready to leave by next dawn. At dawn you will ride to Triten. Ro will be waiting for you." Tor bowed and left the room to prepare Morenas for battle. The nazzhan were to arrive shortly after dawn. More soldiers were arriving from Mitas every minute. Thimarus gathered his possesions to begin his journey before the Nazzhan's arrival.
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Post by Círdan on Sept 1, 2007 17:47:51 GMT -5
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 2, 2007 22:21:04 GMT -5
Thimarus limped through the Great hall of Morenas on a crutch. The sun had not rose yet upon Morenas fully. Many Kings had sat in the chair he now staired at. It's Marble coat was gleaming in the sun. The first sunlight near Morenas in days. Thimarus limped into the dim sunlight of morning. It felt very warm on his cold skin. He let out a sigh of relief, when he felt a rumble beneath his feet and a large crash. A flaming catapult had hit the castle. He dropped his crutch and ran out to the balcony overlooking the plains of Khahad. Nazzhan! They Surrounded the castle. More catapults were firing. Tor ran up to Thimarus. He yelled" Thimarus get out of here!" A flaming rock struck the great hall. Stone and wood fell upon the two men. Tor got back up to his feet rather shakely. A huge gash Across his arm gushed out blood. Thimarus Arose slowly in a great deal of pain. Tor rushed to Thimarus. Guided by a torch they walked walked up the stairs. Soldiers rushed passed them. The nazzhan were starting to flood the castle. In minutes They would be to the great hall. More catapults fired, ripping buildings apart.
Tor walked Thimarus to the Caverns where his horse was waiting for him. Tor Helped Thimarus mount his horse as another flaming rock struck the great hall. Flaming Debris was sprayed everywhere. Thimarus looked at his friend. His eyes watering as he turned and rode into the cavern leaving Tor to defend Morenas and ensure Thimarus safe passage.
Tor rushed down the stairs once again, his arm still gushing blood. He drew his sword and charged into the fighting. Rangers and Soldiers fell as the defenders retreated up and up into the castle. Tor shouted to remoralize the men " For Thimarus We Fight!" He charged into the the enemy followed by his soldiers. Tor swung his mighty sword killing a nazzhan. Seconds of fighting passed, which felt like hours. Sweat ran down Tor's face as the nazzhan were beginning to fall back. Tor slayed another nazzhan as he and his men were now beginning to turn the tide. Tor looked up from the battle to see shrieking dragons flying in, Tor fell back and drew his bow. He reached for an arrow, placing onto the bowstring. He aimed it at the nearest dragon, he shot piercing the dragins heart felling it immediatly. He looked around death was all over. Bodies lay motionless upon the ground, pale, and so fragile. Tor dropped his bow and unsheathed his sword, he charged into the fighting once again. He met a Nazzhan warrior who took his life at that moment. Tor fell to the ground dead....
Destruction an death were the only sounds Thimarus heard as he escaped out the caverns and now on his path to Triten.
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 3, 2007 12:58:37 GMT -5
the wind whispered through the trees as the night was thrusted upon the land. The stars were all insight forming constellations across the sky. The moon shined brightly, it was almost full. Smoke from the pyres of Akhar and Morenas rose into the air. Morenas had been destroyed. all that was left was a crumbling wall and some damaged buildings. Zar had accomplished a task far greater than destroying Morenas, he had successfully overtaken Mitas! Many were unaware of this. The king of man had fallen....
A lone horse trotted through the night. upon the stead was a hooded figure. the man's eyes could barely stay open. A lone survivior of Morenas. He had luckilly escapced through the caverns while his rangers were being slain at the hands of the nazzhan. Hecringed at the thought of so much death in one place. He thought of his brother Arimus who was lost somewhere, his fate unknown.
The man picked his head up as he entered a village. He surveyed it, though he could not see much due to the night. The mans eyes met a village guardian who stepped out of the shadows and infront of the horseman. He spoke" Halt. Traveler who arth thou?" The horseman removed his hood and spoke" I am Timarus, lord of the Rangers." He drew his sword that gleamed in to the moonlight. The guard stepped back and knealt before his lord, ho dismounted and signalled for the guard to get up. The man smiled at Thimarus. Thimaurs returned a smile and said" It's bee to long my friend to long." Saying this Thimarus hugged his old friend Corlon. Corlon released his friend and said to him" where is Arimus my friend?" Thimarus looked down and answered him "I do not know... his fate is a mystery to me." Thimarus sheathed his sword, they wlaked silently through the village's main street. they walked to the Village hall, which was guarded by two more men who let corlon and Thimarus pass into the hall. Corlon bowed infront of the Villages lord. who stood up and in a deep voice said" Corlon son of molca what brings who to my dwelling at this hour?" Corlon replyed" I bring To your house Thimarus the lord of Rangers. The lone survivor of Morenas."
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Post by Círdan on Sept 3, 2007 13:26:52 GMT -5
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 7, 2007 15:11:53 GMT -5
The Village lord stood up from his seat, he stepped down and kneeled at the feet of Thimarus as Corlon had done before. He rose and spoke" my lord Thimarus I am your humble knight my king." Thimarus stepped back and Hesitently replyed "I am no king as long as King Eldrv sits upon the throne of Mitas!"
The knight looked down and did not speak. Instead Corlon Stepped forward to speak and said "Thimarus.. Mitas has fallen... Eldrv is dead as is the council of Mitas knights." He stopped so thimarus could let the words soak in.
Thimarus shook his head as tears were beginning to take shape in his eyes. He said softly to the other two men" I am the king... I must be the one to defeat the nazzhan and reunite a crumbling race." He stopped, Corlon or the knight did not speak. Thimarus continued" I must do what Dracaus had done one-hundred years ago... The impossible."
Corlon wanted to comfort his friend but words failed him. He could only think of how Thimarus was feeling. Then the idea came to him! Corlon burst out" Thimarus remeber when we would always read the ancient scrolls in Akhar?"
Thimarus replyed" yes but what-" His eyes widened "Dwarves!"
The knight was puzzled he spoke out" Dwarves have been unseen for on-hundred-fifty years."
Thimarus continued" Sieie that is where I must go. The dwarves will help us fight the nazzhan... Where's Arimus when I need him.... I would go to Sieie and seek alliance while he rode to Gal-grien and Convinced the elvs to help us."
Corlon smiled as Thimarus walked away to sleep for the night outside the village. On his way out Corlon began to explain the whole situation to the knight. Thimarus walked through the doors, he looked up at the stars, they were shining brightly. Tears were streaming down his face at the thought of all the death at the hands of Zar. He whispered to himself "this will end soon, I will not stand down as the world of man comes crashing down. I will fight to my death if that is how fate wishes me too!"
He thought of Arimus, his brother and how if he were alive or dead.... Thimarus decided to set his emotions aside to concentrate on the task ahead. He very well knew that Zar would attack Triten at least by the next full moon, which by judging by the moon was not to far away. Thimarus alked away from the village to a tree where he lay down to sleep for the night.
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 8, 2007 18:33:47 GMT -5
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 9, 2007 20:06:30 GMT -5
Dawn broke over the small village, it had been 5 days since the fall of Mitas and the slaughter of Morenas. Thimarus awoke shortly after dawn, he stood up and looked through his pack for his change of clothes. He found some city clothes and changed from his armor into the more comfortable clothing.
He walked through the village which reminding him alot of The small village outside of Akhar, asmer it was, a asmall prosperous village. It's citizens always seemed to be happy to be alive.... But Asmer was long gone, it's been twenty years now. Thimarus walked into the village hall where the knight sat in his high chair going over reports from Triten. Thimarus wondered up to him and said" Lord, I do not believe we have been acquainted yet."
The knight looked up from the papers and quickly put them down. He spoke" My lord I am Lore son of Limea, i I am a knight of triten fourth degree" He said this proudly as he stepped down from his chair.
Thimarus smiled and spoke " Lore, Knight of Triten, you must know my friend Ro, no?
Lore responded" This is true I have met Genral Ro and his son on many occasions."
Thimarus Stared Lore in the eyes and spoke" so you have heard of the Sword of Triten? the very one that King Dracaus used to kill the Lord of the Nazzhan?"
Lore nodded and said" yes i have heard of such a sword in the hall of kings... but only Ro knows where it is or where atleast the shards are."
Thimarus nodded and remebered Dracaus the Mitas knight he sent to find Arimus.
Lore spoke again " you know that it was forged by the great elven forgers in Gal-grien?"
Thimarus answered him" yes i know that and that is where i must go before Triten is besieged."
The knight agreed as Thimarus began to walk out when Corlon came running through he shouted out to Lore and Thimarus " My lords Arimus, Arimus he's Alive! Dracaus found him and took him to Triten where he is now!"
Thimarus smiled " Hope still lives on, Corlon you and Lore get the villagers to Triten. The nazzhan are coming I can sense it...." saying this he walked out the door not knowing what emotion he should portray. He quickly Packed up his belongs and was off to Gal-grien, he hoped he would arrive there before The nazzhan arrived in Triten.....
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 14, 2007 16:46:07 GMT -5
Ledorac stood upon the terrace that overlooked Gal-grien, Dawn had just broken. Dew from the night before was still damp upon the grass, Ledorac gazed over Gal-grien. He was an elven mage, one of the last seven left on earth. His gaze shifted from the great city to the terrace he stood upon. years of erosion had worn away its stone sides. Ledorac thought to himself as he felt the eroded rock, this worn stone will soon be gone i can sense as will the world. The night before he foresaw the Nazzhan conquering Gal-grien, killing Thimarus and his brother Arimus..... He also knew that for that to come true triten must fall...
Ledorac lifted his hand from the aged stone and placed it on his staff that lay at his side. Filled with so much power but never used once in battle, created by the great Masler brother of Malcor darkmage of Dareak. As memories of malcor flooded his mind Ledorac began to express his hatred, he slammed a fist unto the stone in anger. He withdrew, remebering that anger leads deceit, and that was something he would never do....
Thimarus reached the gates of Gal-grien about noon, the grand gates opened as his horse trotted through. Elven citizens glanced and smiled for they all were aware of Thimarus's arrival. He brought his horse to a stop and dismounted, an elvne guard took the horse to the stables and told another guard to put Thimarus's belongings in the king's guest chambers.
Thimarus strolled into the kingdom hall where ledorac and moas waited for him eagerly. Thimarus hugged his friends, Delight was amongst them. Happiness was now in Gal-grien, The three sat at a table Ledorac spoke first, " Thimarus, if my visions are correct there are eight mages left upon this world. " Thimarus nodded and replyed" My knowledge only knows seven including Malcor, but whose the 8th?
Ledorac continued" Maos, the brother of malcor and the only one who knows how to see into the past and future, you have met him before if you recall, Dracaus the mitas knight you met in Morenas? Well he is Masler."
Thimaurs grinned" No wonder Dracaus saved Arimus after the first battle of Morenas."
Ledorac intervened" True Arimus was dead.... that was until Dracaus brought him back to life which severly hurt him, not using magic for so many years."
Moas changed the conversation. " Thimarus my men tell me you came here for support, what do you need from us?"
Thimarus's voice became solemn" well if ledorac hasn't told you, Triten is to be attacked and we need support alot of support to defeat the nazzhan and begin our counter-attack against Zar.
Moas said to him, "this counter-attack you speak of will take time, something we don't have. Either we strike Dareak quickly or defend our lands and lose them slowly its your choice King Thimarus....."
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Sept 14, 2007 21:57:18 GMT -5
Arimus sat up in his bed, his wounds were healed or atleast most of them had. He walked over to his pack to look for his sword which lay uponthe pack, it was polished and shined in the sunlight. Arimus grasped it, he liked the feeling. He swung the sword as if he was in battle. He placed the sworddown onto the pack and walked through the door to the open courtyard of Triten the tree leaves were turning a shade of orange and beginning to fall unto the ground. Arimus observed them as he walked through the courtyard. A women was picking apples off the trees as Arimus walked up to her and said, " A good year for apples I do say, plenty of ripe red ones here."
She stopped and said to him." True but these are the only red apples left in triten, all of the soldiers have been taking them to feed the refugees." She gave an apple to Arimus. He smiled and accepted it graciously. Arimus continued to walk. Then he stopped and turned. He spoke "Lera?"
The woman turned and answered "yes thats my name but how did you kn-..... Arimus!"
Arimus hugged her, tears were falling from her eyes as she whispered " it's been to long to long."
Arimus replyed" yes, it has, I don't know what to say theres so many things i I wish to ask you."
Lera said " same with me, Where's Thimarus?"
Arimus answered" He was headed this way the last I heard."
She spoke" Well now I must go tell Mora, she will bve thrilled to know you two are alive and to both be here soon." Lera rushed off.
Arimus continued to walk down the stairs down to the balcony overlooking the entire front of the kingdom. all the citizens were busiling through the streets. Soldiers stood watching the citizens. Arimus could sene fear even from a distance, the soldiers faces were pale in fear.They knew that the nazzhan were coming soon to kill them everyone of them even the innocent. No heart they had killing the innocent, Arimus thought. A man nudged his shoulder. Arimus turned, it was General Ro, the lord of Triten, he spoke " come I have something to show you."
Arimus followed him into the great hall, Ro took a dagger from his pocket and placed it a door it made a clicking noise and the door opened. Inside were shards of a sword....
Ro turned to arimus, he said " This is King Dracaus's sword!" Arimus walked up to it. The sunlight from the sunlight made the shards glimmer. Arimus was touching the shards when he spoke " We must get this reforged."
Ro answered " yes but where?"
Arimus turned and said " Lin-bane!"
Arimus wandered out into the open market of Triten where the peasents bowed at his feet. He had became well known now in Triten. He herad a shout "Arimus!" It was Dracaus who ran up to walk beside him. Arimus couldnt thank him enough, he did save his life.
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Oct 13, 2007 21:40:44 GMT -5
Thimarus sat by the fire. His single fire was the only one in the entire plains of Triten, other than the pyres. He spoke to himself, "I've now left my sorrows behind, my ignorance is a mere memory. I now will fight and win this war, not by myself no man can do it alone."
It would have been a good speech if people were around to hear it. Thimarus knew he could motivate himself, but complete strangers how would he ever do this to defend Triten. Luck had to play a role. A major role if man was to live to see another day. His horse was grazing on grass next to him as the fire died and Thimarus fell into a deep slumber. A peculiar cream came to him.
A man walked up onto the cliff overlooking a valley. His armor gleaming in the light. Morning was upon the land. A few clouds arose. Thimars could see it all vividly even the shadows of Dareak were in plain sight. Along with the Grand Army of the Nazzhan. The lord of the Nazzhan is sending his entire army to destroy Mitas and Lin-Bane, the capital citys of Man and Elf, Thimarus guessed. What Thimarus thought the elven king was walked up to the man on the ridge. He spoke in common speech" The Air around us is heavy my friend an hour of great death approaches i can sense."
The man turned and replyed" I sense the same..." His voice drowned in the horns of the Nazzhan approaching now about four leagues away. Thimarus now knew that it was King Dracaus and the elf King molca.Dracaus noticed the soldiers were forming ranks under his captains. He nodded to Molca who ran off to prepare his soldiers for battle. Dracaus adjust his chest plate then called for his horse, which came to him. He quickly mounted to get a good look at his men. Who stood silent. Thimarus was as well silent, he was a soldier... a foot soldier under Dracaus's command. The Nazzhan horns were closer and get closer every second. The elfs were all in formation. Cavalry on the sides archers and foot soldiers in the middle. Time passed. The Nazzhan had came closer.
The battle Was to Begin...... All of the world was waiting silently. Preparing for the worst. It seemed as if the whole world was breathless. Dark clouds covered the sun diminishing most the light. Dracaus Half-drew his sword then slid it back into its place. He spoke under his breath" So this is how it must end.... Me dying for the sake of my kingdom." His voice rose into a cry" So shall it be let me Die and join my fathers in either Heaven or Hell." His men now were listening intently as he continued turning and directing his speech to his soldiers" Let us Defend what we love and cherish One last time. May our Weapons be kind to us in battle One last time. We make our stand here." Dracus drew his sword and raised to the air and Cryed so alll could hear" One Last Time!!!" Upon his horse he stood on the top of the valley. The Nazzhan had already stopped and prepared their bows. Dracaus looked back his son Thinslan the prince behind him who nodded and Dracaus Charged into the valley. Following him Men and elf alike.... Thimarus Studdered and charged into battle
The Nazzhan launched a barrrage of arrows into Dracaus's army. Horse fell as did men dead at the foot of the cliff. Dracaus still rode on. his heart racing. He met the enemy and tore through them. His men followed in doing the same. Some were killed but most were still pressing on. Nazzhan were being slaughtered. Thimarus swung his sword valiantly staying as close as he could to Dracaus. Thimarus then stopped....... and said to himself, "Malcor!"
Malcor was towards the middle of the nazzhan rank. He chanted an incantation the very one that called upon the riders of the seven dragons. A black mist surrounded him and others around him. From the mist a a jet of green lightning jolted into the air. The lightning formed a skull in the sky. Causing the sky to darken. thunder sounded and lightning streaked through the sky.
Malcor lowered his staff and pulled an amulet from his cloak and put it around his neck. The amulet was ancient it was worn by the high elder on the council of mages before their Deaths at the hand of The lord of Dareak. The amulet was surging with power. Malcor threw his staff aside and raised his hands and a flame formed he brought it back to him and then sent thrusted his arms forward. He shot the flame into the oncoming Attackers setting them aflame.
Dracaus was galloping through the ranks of nazzhan killing them. His men were following him but some were killed and others still pressed on. Another rain of arrows came from behind the hills and struck into the cavalry killing many. One struck King Dracaus in his shoulder he cried out in pain. Another arrow struck his horse killing it. The horse immediatly fell to the ground as did Dracaus. who rolled onto the ground. he lay motionless. His eyes watching the nazzhan running around him falling back onto the hill. Thimarus raced to his aide but met more nazzhan which made it harder to reach Dracaus.
Then the king heard a Horn to the west. The horn of Akhar sounded in Morad-dur. His brother had come. Horses charged into the running nazzhan led by the king of akhar. Dracaus's son fought through the nazzhan to reach his fallen father. Thinslan helped his father up as another barage of arrows flew into the arrow striking The prince in back several times. The pain was intense. The blood was gushing down his armor covering majority of his back. Thinslan dropped his sword onto the bloody ground surrounding the two. He let out a cry. his cry was heard all over the battlefield. Thinslan fell to his knees He looked up into his fathers eyes. His father was kneeling reaching out to his wounded son. Tears were falling from Thinslan eyes as he fell onto the ground dead....
With a violent shake Thimarus awoke. Morning had come, triten was in sight ass was the host of of Dareak!
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Post by Bounder Boffin on Oct 14, 2007 16:56:23 GMT -5
As Thimarus forced his horse swiftly into Triten, as the legions of Nazzhan crept closer. No assistance was in sight. No elves, men or dwarves. Only those who trembled in the walls of Triten. Thimarus dismounted infront of General Ro and Arimus who were awaiting his arrival. They quickly briefed him and sent him to the front of the second cavalry division, which was lead by Ro's son Romaan. Thimarus galloped up to him saying, "Go out the back entrance, and when the nazzhan attack.. flank them!"
Romaan asked him, "why Then we will lose our main defensive force, and if we do push them away they will be headed right for Gal-grien!"
Thimaurs smiled, "exactly. Our old friends the elfs are coming behind me, we will crush this army and make pour move on Akhar or Mitas."
Romaan nodded and led his cavalry unit around the courtyard into the caverns awaiting Thimarus's signal to attack. Ro ran up to Thimarus saying, " where's my cavalry unit going?"
Thimarus answered, "They are preparing to win this battle."
He rode of into the courtyard to the stables to place his horse there. Arimus and Ro moved to the terrace overlooking the plains. Ro looked at Arimus and said, "your brother's ignorance will get him killed, along with the rest of the kingdom...."
Arimus replyed, "I'm sure he will pull through, he always had in the past."
Dracaus ran up, Ro and Arimus were still unaware of his true power or name. He joined the two as they watched the nazzhan march within 300 yards of the gates and stop. All was silent, archers prepped their bows placing an arrow onto the string awaiting the order to let fly. Thimarus drew his sword as he walked down the grand stairs it glimmered in the broad daylight. He had put on his knight armor, the same aromor he wore at Morenas. Hundreds of men stood at each of the three main gates waiting for battle. Restless, and frightened, for most this was their first taste of battle. Ro could see the catapults being loaded and their ammunition be set aflame. He raised his sword, he waited for the precise time and cried out, "Fire!"
Thousands of arrows were flung into the air. A battle had begun.....
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