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I plan to post this evening.
I believe you used the wrong Lorenvolk Army. It was Elis'Sara's legion that did the invading, her's is substantially larger.
It was not often that beings with as much power in either old or new Vyrndar as the High Priest of Maev'Sil'Vien was dragged from his bed, even during the most heated of military campaigns. But this appeared to be just such an occasion as the man in his hastily donned ceremonial robes made from the golden spider silk of Vyrndar knelt before his king. He was astute enough to notice that just as he had risen rapidly and so was less than immaculate so was Vel'Nardoc himself.
"My King." The priest's voice was respectful if slightly irritated at having been summoned in the middle of the night. "What need do you have of me this night?"
"Our great mother has spoken." Came the reply and instantly the High Priest understood the reasoning for his awakening.
"Your Highness, that is wonderful news. The long silence has ended!" Excitement was evident and it was clear the man was truly devout. "Will she soon return to us? Have we proven ourselves worthy with our faith?"
But Vel'Nardoc did not simply reply and throughout the room phantom lights flickered in a dance that was both beautiful and violent as the personal magic of the king manifested. "She speaks of the place called Rome. The place the High Elves now claim as their own." A mriswring clad hand clenched into a fist as he spoke. There is a well of power there. Such as has not been seen upon Gorika in thousands of years. There is enough to fashion a new body for our mother."
"This is joyous news my king, Maev'Sil'Vien shall return to us!"
"And yet the High Elves and humans block our path." The King continued unabated. "Humans gather in their masses between us and Rome and with such numbers we cannot simply brush them aside. High Priest, you are a beacon of the faith but we must not announce this yet. The men would not wait, they would charge to fight any odds. As I would if I were not blessed with her wisdom."
"But my king. If we do not advance--"
"WE SHALL ADVANCE" Thundered Vel'Nardoc. "We shall take them from the sea as they would never expect."
I should be getting up a post this afternoon.
It wasn't a complaint, merely a suggestion because it's something that has potential to be awesome. :)
Also sent some pms
Also sent some pms
Sorry, double posted.
You should include those stats. If Newsun is going to write out the fight, then it would be fitting to include that the beast of the shadow was thrown to the earth by the human before rising up again. Make the fight epic and honestly scenes like that are really cool.
"They think we are beaten. They think that an early victory means they have won the war." The sound of a giant's shouts echoed through the chamber in which Vel'Lisk had gathered the officers of both his Lorenvolk legion, freshly swelled by the arrival of additional soldiers and the officers of the fledgeling militia legion that had performed so poorly in the last fight. The giant general stamped his foot against the floor for emphasis and it seemed that it shook as the floor shuddered beneath his weight. "But we are far from beaten."
It had been a disappointment when the humans had proven so ineffective, breaking and running before the battle had been truly joined. Vel'Lisk had hoped that they would prove to be true warriors perhaps kindred spirits to his own kind. But this was a hope that seemed to have been dashed on the fields of battle. Still even this seemingly inherent cowardice could be useful, and he planned to make use of it to the fullest extent. "We have been repulsed but much has been learned." The giant's gaze swept over the humans with barely veiled disdain for their behavior in the prior battle. "You performed shamefully. You bring shame upon your families and people, and upon yourselves."
"But there is a way to redeem yourselves. You can purge this failure from memory. Gather round all of you and I will tell you what we will do." And as the man's angry tirade closed and the planning began others gathered around in the cramped and crowded chamber to listen to his instructions. Vel'Lisk had long been one of the more gifted strategists of the Lorenvolk and his plan was likely to win success.
(Vel'Lisk will be invading once more with a specific battleplan. Knowing that the militia broke before the humans the last time he plans to exploit this. The militia has been instructed to flee in the midst of battle, drawing out the Portuguese army in persuit before rallying as the Lorenvolk strike the spread out forces of Portugal.)
The skies were rent with the thunder of great wings and the shimmer of golden scales as the last children of Maev'Sil'Vien flew above the world. Four of them were rather small, young adults of their kind, barely a 100 feet in length, though nonetheless still impressive in that breathtaking way that dragons have. But one of them was far larger, an ancient who had first risen long ago to defend Vel'Nardoc when the Elven blades had struck him down, a great beast who bore countless scars upon his form and now carried upon his back the same being that he had once risen to defend. Mounted upon the greatest of the surviving mriswring dragons the grim majesty of Vel'Nardoc could not be denied and the sight of the dragons above was clearly a moral booster for the thousands of giants in full armor who marched below.
(Word has reached the High King of the failure of the French assault to the north. He plans to take advantage of this opportunity.)
Vel'Nardoc doesn't die.
I'm working on a post myself now.
I do think at some point in the future a single combat fight between Vel'Nardoc and Lesalikl would be quite an interesting thing to write. lol
I do think at some point in the future a single combat fight between Vel'Nardoc and Lesalikl would be quite an interesting thing to write. lol
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