So it would seem.
Now the new party will likely be in the wastes as it moves from Sortiarius.
Come one come all!
As it seems Beta probably wont be joining as I planned.
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The sound of fighting and screams echoed throughout the town. Snarnorgul footsteps shook the very earth as he strode forward toward the palisades around the town. With a growl quickly followed by a roar he punched forth with his great right pincer. The wooden barricade exploded outward like leaves before a storm creating a massive gaping hole in the defenses. As he stormed through more devil elves followed in his wake screaming their war cries, eyes hungry for blood. Soon the butchers work began in full as men and women were ran down and slaughtered by the bloodthirsty elves.
In one wide street a line of militiamen in rugged leather, armed with wooden shields and spears stood as the last bulwark defending the towns center proper. A squadron of elves on their bestial Worgs mounts rounded a corner, their war cries blending with the howls of their feral mounts. Arrows are loosed into the ranks of defenders, dropping a fair number of them, right before the elves closed ranks with a savage charge that tore the weakened shield wall to pieces.
Elsewhere three Mallion soldiers-well trained, fairly well-armed, and armored in chain-mail and small bucklers-faced off against three devil elves along the western wall of the town.The men, frightened as they were, kept the presence of mind to form a triangular defense, using the wall behind them to secure their backs. The elves fanned out and came at them in unison. Their amazing elven bones swords and long daggers worked circular attack routines so quickly that the paired weapons seemed to blur the line between where one blade stopped and the other began.
The humans, to their credit, held strong their position, offered parries and blocks wherever necessary, and suppressed any urge to scream out in terror and charge- as some of their nearby comrades were doing to disastrous results. Gradually, talking quickly between them to analyze each of their enemy's movements, the trio began to decipher the deceptive and brilliant elven sword dance, enough so, at least too offer one or two counters of their own. Back and forth it went, the humans wisely holding their position, not following any of their individual retreating elves and thus weakening their own defenses. Blade rang against blade, and the magical swords the town soldiers matched up well enough against elven weapons.
A horrible roar seemed to shake the stone foundations of the very buildings around them. The made rush of anger in it's pitch was enough to drain the blood from the faces of the three soldiers who went white as they realized it was growing closer. The elves exchanged words the humans did not understand. Then the three elves attacked in unison, all six bone blades up high in a blurring dance of motion. Human swords and shields came up to meet the challenge and the resulting clang of metal against magically hardness bone rang out like a single note.
A note quickly drowned out by yet another roar, followed by a earth shaking quake. Then at some unseen call or order the three elves danced away out of race at the same time. Still the humans remained stead fast in their defensive formation, and despite the ominous cries echoing through the town they began to feel confidant. The elves now backed off a step, Tonekin Ta'salz the central solider felt something wet his his shoulder. He flinched but a quick look confirmed it was only some rain, not his own blood as he had feared in a wild moment of panic.
Only this water was strangely thick...and stank something fierce... Then he noticed the shadow at his feet in an encroaching of darkness that was not there before. Instinct pulled at his nerves and he looked up then. Suddenly the feeling in his legs gave way, and he might have fallen to his feet then and there if not for his comrades at his side and the wall not far from his back. For above him was a sight unlike anything he had laid witness to in his entire life time. Snarnorgul looked down from over the wall that only came just to his own chest, a cruel smiled curled his lips, showing a jagged row of teeth and fangs.
"Come now, don't be so anxious." Came his booming voice. "You may yet still have a good head start."
In one wide street a line of militiamen in rugged leather, armed with wooden shields and spears stood as the last bulwark defending the towns center proper. A squadron of elves on their bestial Worgs mounts rounded a corner, their war cries blending with the howls of their feral mounts. Arrows are loosed into the ranks of defenders, dropping a fair number of them, right before the elves closed ranks with a savage charge that tore the weakened shield wall to pieces.
Elsewhere three Mallion soldiers-well trained, fairly well-armed, and armored in chain-mail and small bucklers-faced off against three devil elves along the western wall of the town.The men, frightened as they were, kept the presence of mind to form a triangular defense, using the wall behind them to secure their backs. The elves fanned out and came at them in unison. Their amazing elven bones swords and long daggers worked circular attack routines so quickly that the paired weapons seemed to blur the line between where one blade stopped and the other began.
The humans, to their credit, held strong their position, offered parries and blocks wherever necessary, and suppressed any urge to scream out in terror and charge- as some of their nearby comrades were doing to disastrous results. Gradually, talking quickly between them to analyze each of their enemy's movements, the trio began to decipher the deceptive and brilliant elven sword dance, enough so, at least too offer one or two counters of their own. Back and forth it went, the humans wisely holding their position, not following any of their individual retreating elves and thus weakening their own defenses. Blade rang against blade, and the magical swords the town soldiers matched up well enough against elven weapons.
A horrible roar seemed to shake the stone foundations of the very buildings around them. The made rush of anger in it's pitch was enough to drain the blood from the faces of the three soldiers who went white as they realized it was growing closer. The elves exchanged words the humans did not understand. Then the three elves attacked in unison, all six bone blades up high in a blurring dance of motion. Human swords and shields came up to meet the challenge and the resulting clang of metal against magically hardness bone rang out like a single note.
A note quickly drowned out by yet another roar, followed by a earth shaking quake. Then at some unseen call or order the three elves danced away out of race at the same time. Still the humans remained stead fast in their defensive formation, and despite the ominous cries echoing through the town they began to feel confidant. The elves now backed off a step, Tonekin Ta'salz the central solider felt something wet his his shoulder. He flinched but a quick look confirmed it was only some rain, not his own blood as he had feared in a wild moment of panic.
Only this water was strangely thick...and stank something fierce... Then he noticed the shadow at his feet in an encroaching of darkness that was not there before. Instinct pulled at his nerves and he looked up then. Suddenly the feeling in his legs gave way, and he might have fallen to his feet then and there if not for his comrades at his side and the wall not far from his back. For above him was a sight unlike anything he had laid witness to in his entire life time. Snarnorgul looked down from over the wall that only came just to his own chest, a cruel smiled curled his lips, showing a jagged row of teeth and fangs.
"Come now, don't be so anxious." Came his booming voice. "You may yet still have a good head start."
ImportantNobody said
Isn't he heavily wounded? He'd probably have to catch her off guard to do that.
Hmm, I like this idea, have a few ideas in mind in fact but will have to narrow it down to a direct focus of what I want.
Sounds cool though, interested.
Sounds cool though, interested.
Along with that half elf maybe, depending on what race of elves his parent was.
The hustle and bustle of city life bristled throughout Erlenbis. With nobles or merchants alike astride their proud horses, or lounging within a couch, shifting down avenues packed full of creatures of numerous races. Humans arguably made the largest group of inhabitants of the city. However, the surface races were not the only ones to be found there.
One lithe cloaked figure glided through the noonday sunshine's oppressive heat, moving as if always cloaked in shadows, though the place had few, and as if even the ever present dust of the road could not touch her. The open market was crowded—it was always crowded—with yelling merchants and customers bargaining for every copper piece. There thieves would be positioning themselves in all the best and busiest places, where they might cut a purse string without ever being noticed, or if they were discovered, where they could melt away into a swirling crowd of bright colors and flowing robes. Aliaga A'Daragon made sure to note any thieves clearly but just then something within the towns square pulled at her curiosity.
The bustling towns center at that moment seemed to be peeking the interest of others as well. So she nimbly danced through the crowds of the open market with practiced ease. There she soon discovered the reason for the gathering of the crowd and scowled under the shadow of her cowl. Standing upon a cart was a human male voicing human superiority among other propaganda. Aliaga only shook her head in wonder. The audaciousness of the male was truly surprising, and once more Aliaga was reminded once again how different the surface societies where to the dark realm that was her home. She soon made it a point to become scarce, pulling her cloak closer around her form as she made a beeline to the north street. She wore more clothing then was her typical style, but purely out of practicality. She would rather not drew attention to her presence. Which her coal dark skin and pointed ears surely would.
She crossed the busy avenue, heading for a small tavern that served as the locals main drinking hole. As it was a stopping point for many crossing through the region it served as her best place to start looking for the artifact.
One lithe cloaked figure glided through the noonday sunshine's oppressive heat, moving as if always cloaked in shadows, though the place had few, and as if even the ever present dust of the road could not touch her. The open market was crowded—it was always crowded—with yelling merchants and customers bargaining for every copper piece. There thieves would be positioning themselves in all the best and busiest places, where they might cut a purse string without ever being noticed, or if they were discovered, where they could melt away into a swirling crowd of bright colors and flowing robes. Aliaga A'Daragon made sure to note any thieves clearly but just then something within the towns square pulled at her curiosity.
The bustling towns center at that moment seemed to be peeking the interest of others as well. So she nimbly danced through the crowds of the open market with practiced ease. There she soon discovered the reason for the gathering of the crowd and scowled under the shadow of her cowl. Standing upon a cart was a human male voicing human superiority among other propaganda. Aliaga only shook her head in wonder. The audaciousness of the male was truly surprising, and once more Aliaga was reminded once again how different the surface societies where to the dark realm that was her home. She soon made it a point to become scarce, pulling her cloak closer around her form as she made a beeline to the north street. She wore more clothing then was her typical style, but purely out of practicality. She would rather not drew attention to her presence. Which her coal dark skin and pointed ears surely would.
She crossed the busy avenue, heading for a small tavern that served as the locals main drinking hole. As it was a stopping point for many crossing through the region it served as her best place to start looking for the artifact.
ImportantNobody said
Waiting for a chance for Evvie to be able to continue her battle. *sniffleOh, and I'm almost done with my alien character sheet. I'll be posting maybe in an hour or so.
I'll have Snar come over and eat her.
MelonHead said
That's the secret, they have inside.
So do machines today according to the theory, 'Soul in the Machine.'
I also assume you have read the post in Pedro waste?
I wonder what makes the broken one's magic.
Awesome the IC is up.
I'll get a post up todayish.
I'd be willing to work something out, so far I have it that Aliaga was Nightmaiden of Lolth from a Drow city to the north lands, with her being in Erlenbis due to a sacred mission assigned to her by her order. Recovering a stolen holy artifact being one of her major goals (and possible plot hook) atm.
Hiss! Surface elf!
I'll get a post up todayish.
Psyga315 said
Nice! Unfortunately, I don't have time today, so I'll probably read and write tomorrow.And for those who want to work out backstories, (unless stated otherwise), Edder was the bodyguard for a Minotaur pirate fleet, with Erlenbis being the place they're currently resting at after a big raid.
I'd be willing to work something out, so far I have it that Aliaga was Nightmaiden of Lolth from a Drow city to the north lands, with her being in Erlenbis due to a sacred mission assigned to her by her order. Recovering a stolen holy artifact being one of her major goals (and possible plot hook) atm.
singmesweetly said
So, I've worked up the basics of a character sheet if there's room for one more :3 (Muse made me do it)
Hiss! Surface elf!
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