Enlidil
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Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 13, 2015 5:21:51 GMT -8
As the snows began to crumble and the avalanche was formed, the griffon-riding archers knew they would have to retreat - or at least relocate. They whistled for their mounts, then each leapt into the air above the battle in a seemingly suicidal jump. They then began to fall, though it was cut astonishingly short by their griffon mounts, who all swooped under their riders and caught them with perfect precision. Not many of the griffon riders had been killed and soon, they were forgotten as their bodies crumpled under the avalanche and were pushed down to the ground.
With little else to do but watch, the riders began to circle the skies.
However, one more flying griffon approached the battle. Atop it, wearing the armour of the dragon and a crimson cloak, Enlidil himself watched as the battle began to end. His main force was still too far to join the fight, but at least they would no longer be needed. He hoped.
"Do not falter, warriors of Norkari!" He yelled, his voice booming and echoing from the walls of the mountains. "Let the avalanche take them, let them retreat to their hovels! For if not, then our approaching army will destroy them and we shall have victory none-the-less!"
From behind the mountains flanking the pass, the battle-cries of an army filled the distant sky.
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Registered: May 4, 2024 13:10:35 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 8:49:54 GMT -8
Owa's troops retreated fully into the mine. They would escape through one of old Nokari tunnels that lay hidden within. They wasted no time in their retreat. Many troops were still in fear of the basilisk attacking them, others more concerned with the mage flooding tunnels with fire or worse. They more or less fled from battle. Without Owa commanding them they fell apart. The few officer's remaining had decided to retreat as well. The avalanche could make the mine unusable for a time. Giving the Nokari time to regroup.
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Minister Akai'a
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 13, 2015 8:59:09 GMT -8
The shock wave awoke Akai'a. Her opponent had left her where she lay, most likely to join in the fight where he was more needed. She felt rumbling and looked up at the avalanche. Her eyes widened and she got up to her feet. She turned to run and saw the basilisk. She looked back at the avalanche, there was no time for her to retreat to the mine with the others. She decided to take here chances with the giant lizard. She sprinted forward and past the basilisk. She was already fast and agile as a Volkrim, but she was faster and more agile than most. She could hear the avalanche getting closer, it made her move faster. She was only about fifteen feet behind the retreating enemy soldiers and gaining.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 13, 2015 16:58:35 GMT -8
As the snow began to rumble from the blast of energy from Ildesias, the remaining forces would do as the Free City was. They would fall in behind them, running as fast as they could to make it to the narrow pass they came through. The assault of arrows would seemingly stop, allowing them to lower their shields from the sky and just run.
The archers were already at the top of the entrance to the pass. When they were down to three arrows each, they had taken off, one by one. They remained hidden behind large rocks and mounds of snow from the Gryphon archers.
The Basilisk would let off a loud screech in the direction of the mine. As it did, it's large, webbed ears would flare out. They consisted of four exoskeletal spikes with black webbing between them. It's massive, blood soaked, serpent fangs stretched out of it's mouth. The sound was deafening to those within it's path. It's main intent was to collapse the snow and ice over the mine. The basilisk had no idea that Mariah was up there doing the same thing.
With that, the basilisk would turn around and rush towards Sinn. It's body would grind any dead bodies on the ground. In seconds, as the avalanche would occur that was created by Ildeasias, the beast was beside Sinn.
Sinn would let go of Owa's throat as he went limp. He knew he was out cold by his pulse. He would quickly wrap a cloth around Owa's snout and tie it shut. He'd throw Owa on the basilisk before he jumped on. Sinn would command the beast to move, covering the rear of the entire group running.
Sinn would take notice to another Volkrim moving about fifteen feet behind the fleeing troops. He would direct the Basilisk towards it. Sinn would attempt to reach down and grab it by the nap of it's neck and pull it up with his left hand. If he could to do it, he would pick them up and sling them onto the back of the basilisk in front of Owa's knocked out body.
Roughly twenty one men on the ground that served him. He had no idea if he even had any archers left.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 13, 2015 19:19:39 GMT -8
When Sinn grabbed her the back of her neck she freaked out. Akai'a thought the basilisk had her. The blood on her fur combined with a sudden powerful struggle let her slip out of Sinn's grasp. She landed on her feet and moved unbelievably faster. She passed the fleeing soldiers only stopping once she was on the other side of the pass. Akai'a then realized she was surrounded by soldiers, most of which were pointing their weapons at her. She was still a prisoner, but at least she wasn't lizard food or buried alive. Her lungs burned and her legs hurt. She collapsed onto her rump and held her hands up in surrender.
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 14, 2015 18:55:05 GMT -8
The Volkrim would slip right out of his hands. All that remained was a chunk of fir in his hand. The basilisk would chase it down, but never catch it due to Sinn's hold and the extra weight.
His men were beginning to rush inside the pass. Some would be holding weapons, purely exhausted and covered in blood. The last thing they wanted was combat, and when the Volkrim surrendered, they'd thank Amun Ra.
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 14, 2015 21:32:29 GMT -8
The adrenaline rush was subsiding and the back of her head was beginning to hurt fiercely. She gently touched the back of her head, wincing at the contact, and looked at the hand that did so. Blood. She looked to the soldiers around her. "I doubt you can spare some medical supplies for a prisoner." She noticed Sinn riding his mount and Akai'a stifled a gasp when she noticed Owa across the back of the Basilisk.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 15, 2015 6:06:40 GMT -8
"Then the mine is lost," Ildesias spoke, sighing as he slowly proceeded out of the pass. He found his way towards General Sinn, still clutching his arrow-pierced shoulder with his right hand. "And many good men with it. I have no idea what happened here, or who they were, or why they were there. We had never any inclination that a hostile force occupies these mountains. They have been so close to us for so long, yet we heard not a single whisper."
The Elf shook his head, then slowly led his men back down the mountain and back to the citadel.
<Exit.>
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Minister Akai'a
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 21
Physical Description: A female Volkrim, of white fur and purple eyes. Strong and fit from her years of brutal train at the hands of her now deceased father. Her years of travel have done well to keep her in shape.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears black leather battle coat over an off-white tunic. her clothes are cotton, soft and tailored just for her. the thighs and shins of her pants have thick leather sewn into them. She wears no gloves or shoes.
An Isran Sword sits in a scabbard on her belt.
Registered: Jul 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Akai'a on Jul 15, 2015 8:53:39 GMT -8
Akai'a was taken by the Free City forces, offering no resistance. She wondered if she was going to be executed. Probably interrogated and tortured first...
<Exit>
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 15, 2015 11:20:44 GMT -8
Sinn would follow behind the group, covering the rear. He wouldn't speak of it, but the stab into his arm pit was dripping blood down his arm. He'd act like nothing was wrong, but the blade had jabbed into the bone and without the adrenaline, he felt every bit of the pain. It wouldn't be long till they were back and he could go to the fort, drop off Owa, and get medical treatment.
exit>
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Enlidil
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Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 15, 2015 16:43:58 GMT -8
With the soldiers on both sides of the battle having withdrawn, Enlidil marched along the top of the settled avalanche and looked down the pass. The bodies were buried under the snow, but Enlidil ordered them left there to freeze for eternity. This avalanche had caused a wall that he would not see broken.
"We believe Commander Owa was taken by the enemy," the commander of the Griffon Guard told him, marching by his side.
"I see. It's a great loss, but you are aware of the will of Draxen'ssehs; to step beyond these mountains is to usurp our holy duty to the dragonfather. 'tis heresy."
"So we are to leave him, then?"
"Not necessarily. We'll speak more of this later. Have the survivors return to my fortress, but leave five hundred men here to man this pass. Set up a defensive position and ensure that no outsiders return this way."
"Of course, my lord."
"Look up, Commander. Your griffon riders gave us victory against the first heretics encountered in five hundred years. You will be awarded full honours for such a feat," Enlidil told him, before mounting his own griffon and kicking off into the sky to fly away.
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Mariah
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Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 15, 2015 17:42:55 GMT -8
Mariah would return to the Norkari forces and reports in. "I've watched the heretics take a some prisoners. Should I track them, or is something else meant for me?"
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Enlidil
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Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Enlidil on Jul 16, 2015 17:37:51 GMT -8
"You should report to Lord Enlidil," the griffon guard commander told her. "I have no authority to direct you, assassin."
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 16, 2015 17:42:20 GMT -8
Mariah left the griffon riders and went off on her way back to the fort to report to Enlidil.
<exit to Norkari Mountains>
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Zatch Morandac
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I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 18, 2015 19:30:29 GMT -8
He was about to grab the woman before he started to hear the rumbling sound and the ground shaking. He decided to leave her there, ignoring his best interests of take her as a POW. Still holding his blades, gripping them tightly, he started to Sprint as fast as he could with his armor, which wasn't as fast as he would like it to have been. He came up from Behind a horde of enemies. He started a chant which started to make his swords' glow increase, chanting a spell that would make a white wave of energy from one sword and fiery one from the other.
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Archangel Erik
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Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Jul 18, 2015 19:44:19 GMT -8
He pulled his blade back and grabbed his head and beheaded him as a safety precaution. Once he removed his head, he heard the avalanche coming in fast. He unfolded his wings and took to the skies, flying above everyone. As he was looking around, he saw the guy that he had inevitably cause him to have a bad day run towards the entrance along with everyone else. He watched as he ran and noted snow coming in faster. He wasn't going to make it if he continued at that place. Erik decided that that shouldn't be the end of him today. He swooped down and grabbed him by the back of his armor with ease before carrying him off towards safety.
"Sorry about your day and how I caused this whole thing...." He looked at the man.
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 18, 2015 20:14:23 GMT -8
As he got closer, chanting more, he was suddenly was picked up. He almost lost grip of his swords, but thankfully kept his hands tight around the hilts.
"What the!" He looked up, ready to stab his captor before he noticed it was the strange man.
"Who are you and why did you grab me?" He looked at the snow and paled a bit. "Oh shit.."
The angel nodded. "Yeah......you would have been killed along with the rest of them.
Zatch nodded. "I see that....thanks for saving me.."
"It isn't your time yet, Zatch."
He just starred down at the ground for a moment. "I can't go back..I failed my Lord in every way.....I don't deserve going back....." He sighed a bit.
Erik looked dkwn at him a bit and sighed. "Then where do you want to go?"
"I don't know....."
//I did both mine and Erik for time saving
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