Realms--Official RP

[bayne]

OOC
My take on true darkness is a bit different to every one else's and you will see that eventulay when i get round to it, I know you see as getting old but its integral to my characters story and how he got his powers.

 

[The Storm]

Ooc: i understand and im cool with that, its just the whole "you know nothing of true darkness" thing that is too repetitive. i know your character is meant that way, but the others are trying to take the same development path.

 

[bayne]

OOC
Don't worry i might push them in the right direction.

 

[The Storm]

Ooc: good. do your best. thats enough spam. lol

 

[Shadow*91]

"They locked you up, Nurgle, because you killed 3 captains, 4 sergents and a colonel. All because you were hungrey. You don't kill your superior officers Nurgle. Kill the enemies and do what you wish with them, but not your allies."

Seth and Nurgle had crossed the border into Drosin. They angled themselves north-east to the capital Negliv.

"Now for our mission. We are to kill a key leader of Drosin, then make it look as if Conud did this. I can do this on my own, however I cannot hold my own against an entire army forever. If this works then we shouldn't be noticed but incase we are, you will be useful. If you kill and eat one man, it should scare off all but the bravest. Your frightful feasting along with my ancient intellect should deal with all problems."

"After we complete our mission, we are to head to a new Destrian Temple that Lord Valentine is building over the ruins of the Grand Citadel."

 

[The Storm]

Sekhmet rushed forward on his horse, just at the edge of the military camp in Salfir. He rode up, and saw Satra Morta, who once again had a thirst in her eye. The same thirst he had, perhaps?

He knew she felt his arrival, so he felt it not important to announce his presence. He did, however, see the vast number of Drosin/Conud troops approaching them. He took fighting stance, and began charging a massive lightning beam, another Final Electroblast.

Meanwhile...

Storm was very impressed with the Warlock's Sekhmet had trained. "These should prove usefull to you Naxus, as they will be able to parry the foes spells, substantially weakening them. I thought them...ideal...under your command. Now, go and bring me that Zamikios bastard!"

 

[lbu8]

-The Forest Edge of Salfir-
Satra paced up and down the ranks of soliders in front of her. She hadn't been able to mass her entire force of 100,000, but did have a strike force of 10,000 and another 20,000 in reserve. She doubted the rebels would be much of a problem. She gave the orders to attack, sending her force into the dark forest. They had found the rebel base after following a wounded rebel to it a few days before. Now it would be destroyed.

Oric Halgern took position behind a tree on the left side of the old castle's gate. The Grand Conud General had given him a force of 5,000 and a large divsion of rifleman numbering 2,000. He had split his army into pieces. He placed the riflemen to the right of the castle, his rebel army to the left of the castle, and the 5,000 infantry and calvery from Conud on his flank at the forest's edge. The women and children living among the rebels had fleed to Conud a few hours before. Oric knew he had no chance of destroying the Destry army, but he wanted to hurt them enough to stop thier advance.

Satra's men marched quickly towards the gate, shields rised high. From their position they could see the fort in front of them with a few guards on the ramparts. Their orders were to smash through the gate, killing everyone inside. As they approached the gate, a volley of arrows came from over the walls. The men chucked as they grazed of shields. Then the laughter stopped. From all sides, the bushes came alive. From all sides, rifle fire, and arrows wizzed into the lines.

Oric rode into the action, both swords drawn. He cut through their ranks like butter, men scartering like ants. The main force was pushed back into the thinning forest, where the 5,000 other men from Oric's army were waiting. Destry continued to be pushed back all the way into the open.

Satra stood, spear in hand as she witnessed the event. First she heard screams, then men ran out of the forest. The smile on her face disappered when she saw those men where hers. She quickly got the reserve army of 20,000 ready, and rounded up as many of the surviours from the attack as she could.

Oric's plan had been a success. They had sucessfully moved the Destry troops out of the forest, and he had kept most of his army in tact. However, he was now faced with a problem. He could take a shot at catching the main part of Destrys army off guard, or he could play it safe and fall back deeper into the woods. Oric decided he better retreat, and began yelling the order, searching for his commanders. Unfortunally they were no where to be found.

The combined army of Conud and Drosin charged out of the woods picking off the remaining men of Destry. They had been taught that once the enemy was on the ropes, you must destroy him. However, Satra was waiting for them. The army despritally tried to get into lines as Satra and her 1,000 spellcasters, the dreaded Umbra Morbus, began to blow huge gaps into the Conud army. Then the 20,000 strong Destrians in reserve moved on Conud's left flank cutting it to pieces.

Oric could only watch as the army he had pleaded so hard for was destroyed in a matter of minutes. He lead the remaining rebels, and riflemen 3,000 or so towards the Conud border, through the woods.

 

[The Storm]

Sekhmet smiled as he watched the Rebels scatter. Satra truly was a great leader. Sekhmet continued smiled when he saw Rebels running through the woods, almost out the other side.

"I guess ill cut off their retreat," he said. He then unleashed his power. "Final Electroblast!" he shouted. The air turned superhot, and blue lightning ricochet everywhere from a single, massive beam of lightning. The beam struck the ground at the other end of the forest, blasting a large crater in the Earth and billowing flames as they encircled the Rebel's escape route.

"Heh heh heh," Sekhmet chuckled, "They are finished now..."

 

[lbu8]

Oric looked back as much of the forest behind him epruted in fire. "We can't fight them without spellcasters. You all go ahead, I'm going back." Oric quickly rode towards the site of the fire, holding a short axe. He began to cut down a large tree, felling it into the flames. The tree was large enough that the top of it rested just above the fire, creating a bridge to the men trapped inside. Those who could walk hurried over the fallen lumber, carrying those who couldn't.

Once everyone was free of the fire, Oric rode back towards the battle. Pieces of men and weapons littered the field. Oric knew of the brutality of the Destrian armys, and rode back to attempt to spare his men. He rode towards the woman he knew as Morta, the general of the army who was standing next to another high ranking Destrian.

Satra Morta nodded towards Sehkmet signaling she saw him and began to search the battlefield for her opposing general. She called out to the captured men, "If your leader does not come forward, we will kill all of you."

Just then Oric Halgern came riding up, "I am their leader and you will not touch my men."

 

[GigaRidley]

Naxus nodded his head curtly.

"With pleasure, Lord Valentine. Men, follow me!"
Naxus and the nine soldiers headed out of the building and moved to the stables.
"Take a horse, we'll move out now!"

One of the men in the back turned to his comrade and whispered, "I can't believe we're taking orders from this freak."
Before the man could blink, Naxus had pressed his razor sharp index finger to his throat. His expression remained calm.
"A freak, you called me? You're lucky that I do not care what you call me, human. I trust I am a great deal better than you, with your weak, pathetic human body."
The soldier breathed a sigh of relief as Naxus removed his finger from his jugular.
"However, what i can't stand is insuboordination. And I am rather hungry..."
Before the man could even move to defend himself, Naxus had beheaded him with a flick of his finger. Ripping off an arm, he took a deep bite, blood trickling down him chin.
"Mmmm. Delicious. Now, any more interruptions?"
The other eight men were deathly silent.
"I thought not. Let's go, humans."

 

[GigaRidley]

Naxus nodded his head curtly.

"With pleasure, Lord Valentine. Men, follow me!"
Naxus and the nine soldiers headed out of the building and moved to the stables.
"Take a horse, we'll move out now!"

One of the men in the back turned to his comrade and whispered, "I can't believe we're taking orders from this freak."
Before the man could blink, Naxus had pressed his razor sharp index finger to his throat. His expression remained calm.
"A freak, you called me? You're lucky that I do not care what you call me, human. I trust I am a great deal better than you, with your weak, pathetic human body."
The soldier breathed a sigh of relief as Naxus removed his finger from his jugular.
"However, what i can't stand is insuboordination. And I am rather hungry..."
Before the man could even move to defend himself, Naxus had beheaded him with a flick of his finger. Ripping off an arm, he took a deep bite, blood trickling down him chin.
"Mmmm. Delicious. Now, any more interruptions?"
The other eight men were deathly silent.
"I thought not. Let's go, humans."

 

[lbu8]

Satra stared in the direction the man came from. He was tall, and well built. He had shaggy black hair and a full beard to go with it. He was heavly armed and seemed well put together. "Ah, so you are the fool that tried to attack me. I have to give you some respect however. I didn't foresee having to use my reserves. Come walk with me." Satra motioned to Sekhmet to follow them and went into her hut. It had began to rain now, and Oric spoke first, "I want all of my men set free, and we will leave Salfir to you."

Satra took a sip of tea before saying, "No, you are already leaving Salfir and you and your men are prisioners of war."

Oric protested, "Under laws of warfare set down by the Grand Citadel, you must...

Satra cut him off rising her voice, "The Citadel is no more. In this war Destry makes the rules. There are no deals, no rules of conduct. We will eliminate all of your men along with any others who oppose Destry rule."

Just then, nosies could be heard from outside the camp. A guard rushed into the room gasping for air, "Lady Satra...Lord Sekhmet, more men have arrived...they are freeing the prisioners." Satra jumped out of her chair, grabbing her spear.

Oric quickly fired a knife into the guards chest, and tripped Satra with a kick. He flipped over the table in Sekhmet's face and ran out the door.

 

[The Storm]

Storm smiled as he watched Naxus and the spellcasters ride off. He quickly went down as well, and signalled the guards.

"Yes my Lord, what is your request?"

"Ready all the workers, all the captives, and all the soldiers except for the reserve. My new...home...must be built." he said.

He smiled and trotted forth on his horse, a brilliant Silver metal colored horse, the result of Valentine's monumental investment in scientific research, and raised his hand, signalling the thousands behind him to follow him.

Meanwhile...

Sekhmet stood next to Satra Morta surveying the battlefield. A lone General walked up and apparently challenged Satra to a duel.

"Satra, my friend, shall I destroy the imp?" he asked her, power surging from his hands.

 

[lbu8]

"Yes, kill him. I have no use for him." Satra ran out of the camp, trying to recapture her prisioners, but it was too late.

Oric waited behind a cart, his bow trained on the door.

 

[Night888]

Night looked at Drake, He was still kinda of mad at him , but at the same time he felt bad for what he done to drake. He got over it very quickly though

"What the hell do you want?" asked Night in a meen voice