Claw2k11

War of Dominion Reboot

@Lauder

The general smiles widely and bows down to Felreich and says "I will personally lead the armies to show that we are the strongest of them all!"

-Two Days Later-

The 15.000 man army begins it's march towards Mtol Daerine, destroying a small scouting party that was about to see them, however, without the proper precautions, the army is soon spotted by another scouting party halfway to Mtol Daerine and a 20.000 man army rushes in to greet the Anqallyt army.

With that, the Caliph of Mtol Darask sends a message to Felreich demanding to retreat the troops in two days or it will be war. Meanwhile, another message arrives from the general with a message asking about his orders.

"We are in too deep to back down, my liege, I propose we ambush the enemy army in the night." One of the younger councilors says on a determined tone.

"They'll be expecting that, we need to engage them in honorable battle." The old councilor says, stroking his beard.

"No offense, revered councilor, but the Daraski are anything if honorable, they no doubt have prepared an ambush, so we need to act the part." Your military advisor says. "I propose we take 5000 soldiers then split them into two separate forces and fan out the area in case there are enemies trying to flank us. If there are not then they will flank the enemy army while our main army keeps them pinned." He explains. "If the there flanking armies there, then we will send the Sun Knights to charge in and take them out. I have confidence that our main army will manage to hold the enemy in place until the flanking enemy will be destroyed... what do you say, my king?"

(If you want, you cam come up with a new strategy, or actually leave their territory.)

War of Dominion Reboot

Only battle tactics will be handled via PM, diplomacy should be handled in the open(unless it's a secret deal in which case yeah, you can handle it in the PM's).

Legendary

@BytheSpleen

The inns were very... contrasting. One looked very much like a gloomy cemetery under the moon, and the other a sunny festival by the sun. Thankfully inside his inn of choice wasn't as horrifying as it was out front. The theme was very reminiscent of Oblivion, the fictional land of purple and black said to be between the realms limbo and Hades. Aside from this, it all looked pretty standard; bar, patrons, rooms, all the normal stuff you could expect from an inn.

The bartender looks like a surprisingly regular guy, though. Big muscles, brown hair tied back into a small pony tail, with brown, shaven beard on his face. He looked like the kind of guy capable of dealing with trouble if it came knocking. It was probably good for business. The inn was quiet save for a few customers getting their last drinks in before falling asleep, and that one shifty looking guy in the corner who wasn't moving

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@Claw2k11

"Hmph. Thank you for agreeing to your own demise. Anna?" She says, calling forth the Avian who flew above them, wielding the almighty bow. Said Avian pulls back on the strings of Anna repeatedly, firing a flurry of powerful beams of light. Due to Anna being a Universal Weapon, the Avian could accomplish this feat extraordinarily quickly. Added the fact she was one of the best bowmasters in the kingdom, and it was basically like having a machine gun to mow down the horde. Maryvale trusted in the Avian to utilise Anna as best she could to keep Midnight's forces off of them.

As the path clears, Maryvale makes her move, rushing forward with her blade and slicing through any creature that gets in her way, as does her comrades (except for the Rookie, as he was taking care of Anna somewhere further away). The aim was to create a straight path so that Maryvale could reach Midnight and begin the first stage of their plan - an arrowhead. 'I hope you're ready to face the strongest team in the human kingdom...'

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The Orc smiles, and looks at the sword for a moment... before swinging it right at him, sending a shockwave of incredible power straight at Bronos. "Sorry, but it's not for sale." He says. "Unless you've got something to trade for it...?"

@Delta44

The arrows kill a lot of Death Knights there, but they weren't the toughest undead soldiers for nothing, some of them begins to shoot the avian with black corrupted flames while the rest charge at the group.

And as for Maryvale, she was the only one that reached Midnight, the rest were pinned down by the Death Knights. And Midnight was ready to fight her, she was up against one of the strongest beings in the world... no universe.

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Bronos blocks the attack from the shockwave with ease and he didn't seem pleased. "Son, I have more power than you'll ever comprehend, now give me that sword, or I'll show you why I have become the Watcher of War!" He was angry and he would attack if the orc wouldn't peacefully hand over the sword.

War of Dominion Reboot

The OOC and the IC are up!

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/90960-war-of-dominion-reboot/ooc#post-3309512

War of Dominion Reboot

Nastrond:

A recent raid upon the nation of Vaalgard's border towns has yielded hundreds of dead civilians, two dozen soldiers and several villages razed to the ground. Lord Highmall, the lord of said villages has now demanded reparations from Nastrond, who he assumes as the attackers, the lords of Nastrond deny that they have ever launched an incursion into Vaalgardi territory.

A diplomat belonging to House Highmall has been sent to settle the matter.

Anqallyt:

Your nation has become one of the richest nations on the continent, even rivaling the mighty Sylvannyr, but your soldiers are growing bored of the current situation. They fear that their skills are going to waste, only guarding the borders of your proud nation.

One of your generals along with a few veteran warriors have gathered at your court and after bowing to you, the general says:

"Honored King, we have come here to petition to you that we go to glorious war with the Daraski people, they are greedy and treacherous people and will undoubtedly attempt to attack us at any moment, so is not wise that we launch a preemptive attack on them?" The general asks.

"General, we know you love this nation and our King, but going to war for no reason with the Daraski will make us look bad in the eyes of the other nations we wi..." One of your councilor says but is cut off by the general.

"Do you not trust the capabilities of our armies and our Sun Knights, do you doubt that our armies are incapable of facing the enemy and crushing them under our heels?" The general asks.

"No general, however, our Sun Knights are not invincible, they will fall should they be overwhelmed by enemy forces!" The councilor says to the general, who was now ignoring him.

"My King, just say the word and we shall crush the enemy under our heels!" The general says bowing deeply.

Sylvannyr:

A quiet day was about to end at the court when a Noatuni messenger barges in the court in a hurry. At first he is stopped by the guards, but once they see he is a Noatuni, they allow him to pass.

The messenger hurriedly bows to you and says in a hurry:

"My lord!" He says. "The king of Noatun asks for your help against a common enemy!" He says. "The Usurper in Gnyr Shalorn has demanded our surrender and says that if we don't surrender in two days, they will unleash their armies upon us, our king asks you that you help him in this time!"

"How dare you call the True Emperor a usurper!" The Shalorni ambassador in Sylvannyr shouts. "It is your Noatuni "King" that is a usurper to the throne!" He shouts then turns towards you. "Heed not this usurper wise king and stay out of this, if you do, we promise that we will give you half of the Noatuni fleet if you stay out of this war."

One of your older advisors gets up with the help of his aide and says: "My lord, the Noatuni have always been our trade partners and faithful allies, staying out of this would show that we are untrustworthy allies, I propose that we send a message to the king of Gnyr Shalorn to stand down unless they want war, we need to aid our allies in this time of need." He says, bowing curtly as soon as he is done talking.

War of Dominion Reboot

The Celestial Empire has fallen and all it's former territories have fractured into smaller kingdoms ruled by the former lords of the grand Empire. The king of Gnyr Shalorn now fashions himself the emperor as he is the one ruling the former capital of the empire and it's royal armies and fleet.

But the king of Gnyr Shalorn isn't the only king that claims the now defunct throne of the empire, the other kings now desire to rule a vast empire as well, however, this desire to conquer has now set the stage for a war between kingdoms and the victor will yet again rule the vast reaches of the world... unless the Domani Tribes rise up to plunder the now small kingdoms, or if more ancient threats will rise up to take the world for themselves.

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Legendary

@Simple Unicycle

There was blood. That was the first thing Connor saw. Though not an especially large amount, it was still a decent size as far as blood stains go, as though someone had made a swift and precise slash to the skin, letting it splatter onto the wall as though to show their prize. Sheil, as expected, was nowhere to be found within the room. The scorching hot shower, likely using the help of magic, was still running, mixing with the fresh blood as it drips to the floor, turning the water to a translucent shade of pink. There were obvious signs of struggle, however it was only in small amounts. Aside from the blood, the cracked shower window and the hotel's shower products scattered over the floor, it looks mostly the same. Strangely enough, the window wasn't open, either...

The shouting below had ceased, at least for the moment. One could swear they heard the sound of Riz down there, somewhere. Just what was going on?

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@BytheSpleen

The man is old, but appears kind. Judging by his attire, he seems to be a farmer, though what he farms is up for debate. "Hmm? Oh, an outsider? You'll probably want the place where they sleep at night, huh?" He laughs, as though an untold joke had just been mentioned. Somehow. "There are two inns here: the Moonlight and Daylight Inns. One's owned by one of us, a night-walker - the other is owned by his little brother, who likes sunshine. You're going to want the Moonlight Inn. Can't miss it; there's a big crescent moon on the front, so you shouldn't be wandering too far. If it's any help, they're both on opposite sides at the centre of town." The farmer points in the direction of the centre of town and nods. "No need to thank me, just stay safe!" He chuckles and turns, walking away...

Well, now he had a place to go - a place to stay.

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@Claw2k11

"That is none of my concern." Maryvale states simply, staring straight at the wielder of Darkstalker, feeling confidence well in her slightly. However, she wouldn't let her confidence consume her. A level head was key to success in a battle - that was the first thing her teacher, the Grand Marshal of the Human Kingdom, taught her. "I find your misuse of the Universal Blade pathetic, Midnight the Eternal. To think, such a renowned being such as yourself for the deaths of many be concerned with a thing such as balance is pathetic - a disgrace to the wielders of Universal Blades. Unless, of course, you're lying."

She grins from beneath her helmet. Tormenting those who seemed so much stronger than herself never ceased to satisfy. "Or maybe you're scared? Has Darkstalker's power frightened you, Midnight? Hmph. To be afraid is foolish, too, you know. Just like your perceptions on 'balance'. If things were truly balanced, do you think we'd be standing here right now? Would these blades even exist at all? Keeping such a thing around is pointless, as equality and opportunity should only be given to those who've earned it or are gifted with potential. Slavery, crime, even death in it's most basic form is an act against equality. The only place equality truly exists is The Void, where nothing exists in the first place."

"Now, if you're done making yourself look like a damned fool, please, make this easier for all of us and hand over Darkstalker. Otherwise, we'll be taking it from you." She warns.

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"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll be holding onto the almighty toothpick awhile longer, thanks." The Orc replies with a grin. He was starting to act... different from just a second ago. It was quite possible he was in the midst of developing mental fracturing: an insane state of sorts where the wielder displays no sense of logic or reason, and grows an unnaturally high level of violent behavior.

After all, the Watcher had already seen this happen before to a friend, a little over two years ago. Though, in all technicality, he already was insane to begin with...

@Delta44

"I had hoped that even fanatics like you could be made to see reason, but alas, it seems I was wrong and such a pity really, your power could have been used to make the world a better place... pity."

And with that, a massive surge of energy grows within Midnight and Darkstalker, though Maryvale could realize that this was only a fragment of Midnights powers. Around the group dozens upon dozens of black armored beings appeared, they had no souls... the infamous Death Knights.

"I'll let you all make a move first..."

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"Ah dear, not this again..." He says. "I assume you don't know who I am, boy." He says to the orc. "I ask one last time of you, hand over the sword before I make you hand it over!" He shouts, placing one of his hands on the hilt of his battleaxe

Legendary

@Claw2k11

Maryvale did not feel fear - saying so is a violation of standard roleplay rules would mean she was not worthy in the eyes of the Grand Marshal. Instead, she called this feeling... awareness. The body's innate ability to detect insurmountable danger and perceive it as such was such a wonderful ability, because it gave her thought of what to do.

Of course she couldn't run; running was out of the question for all of them. After all, they were doing this for the Grand Marshal. If they weren't willing to sacrifice themselves for his cause, they were better off dead. She expected no less from her small team of capable warriors. Besides, she had three trump cards that Death's Best Friend might not have considered. Even if he was strong and wielding the strongest of the Universal Blades, he still had to deal with a dragon, Anna's bow, and Maryvale herself with her own blade, Dark Vibrance. Like Hell she was going to lose to death, after coming so far, surviving so long...

"So you've come," spoke Maryvale in her own set of midnight black armour, "it certainly took you long enough, Midnight the Eternal." She speaks with a complete and total level of calm and authority. She was projecting control through her behaviour - something her team mates would need if they were to stand up to the person before them, who was essentially a demi-god.

She draws her own blade slowly. In comparison to Darkstalker, Dark Vibrance could only deal a fraction of it's power if it sapped all of Maryvale's strength. However, the blade itself was tough; so much so, in fact, it could hold it's own in a simple sword fight against any of the Universal Blades and likely endure just as much damage as they would. It was magic that was the real problem, since Maryvale's blade wasn't capable of retaining it's own power like the other weapons. Even so, they had their other two trump cards for that. "I hope you're ready to return to the afterlife, Midnight. Or, better yet, The Void - it would suit you quite nicely, wouldn't it?"

She quickly glances at her comrades to see if they were ready to fight, without losing focus of the armoured man before her.

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As the great Orc enters the inn, he's greeted in a rather... impolite manner. It appears those inside were startled by his presence and the fact it shook the entire building, and as such were just slightly pissed. Especially those who had just been awoken from a good night's rest by some asshole demanding to hand over their new sword...

"Dude, what da fuck?!" Exclaims a young man with a sword, who was accompanied by who looks to be his twin brother. Well, the two were alike enough to be twins, anyway. "Can you NOT? I haven't even had my coffee, yet!"

"Riz, I don't think talking to the Orc man who just shook the entire building by appearing from nowhere is a smart idea..." His brother replies, resting a hand on his brother's shoulder. He looks towards the Orc with kind eyes, though a bit inquisitive. "Excuse me, sir? Mind toning it down for the folks here? I'd rather not have a fight start out in such a nice inn." He speaks calmly and with a bit of an accent. A naive country boy, maybe, but not as naive as his brother. "You're looking for a swo-"

"He's looking for this..." Their own Orc friend speaks in a low tone that seems almost like a growl, as he turns around, revealing the Demon Sword. "But just because he wants it, doesn't mean he can have it..." The Orc grins smugly. He was definitely one of the stronger Orcs around... and perhaps the only one aside from the Watcher, himself, and the barista.

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@Simple Unicycle

Well, there was only one person sharing the room with him, so assumptions could be made as to who it was. Though, the fact nobody replied would likely be a little unnerving...

... Especially as the water that trickled out the doorway turned red...

As though a bad situation couldn't get any worse, what sounds like a thunder strike emits from just outside the inn, sending a powerful shock wave throughout that rattles the building (and the ears) for a few moments. A few seconds later, there's shouting downstairs. Rather hostile shouting, from the sounds of things.

It must've been a Monday. The worst shit always happens on a Monday.

@Delta44

"I have not come to fight, human." Midnight says, his tone as emotionless as ever. "You need to stop this, or the entire world will be thrown off balance, there will be too much death and not enough life, heed me when I'm saying this, you, taking even one Universal Weapon to your master would mean the end for many species." Maryvale could sense no hostility coming from the being, though such an elder being would most likely learn to mask it's intent.

"If I had ill meaning towards this world, I would have used Darkstalker as soon as my master had passed back to her realm. Or better yet, I would have tried to summon my master again. I wish to keep this world in balance!"

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"Ah, I'm sorry, my good friend... it's just that sword." He says pointing at the orc's sword. "That sword, if not wielded by a skilled and sane warlock, it will unleash archdemons and hell knights... and I do not think you wish to know how much of a pain to defeat they are." He says.

"Anyway, orc, that sword please, before you destroy everything in a 25 mile radius... and this beautiful little inn as well.

War of Dominion Reboot

Well, I'll start this tomorrow...

War of Dominion Reboot

I'm interested in joining in this one

@Catchphrase

Then make a sheet fast!