Arcana and Steam: A World in Peril (IC)

[Morgoth]

Lord General Ustivel Stringoral

Ustivel sat, slowly pondering Uchantus's prophetic words. The minutes seemed to slip by as Ustivel sat unmoving, unblinking.

The silence was shattered by his voice. "Very well, my Lord Lynn. I'll not be the one to block such a request. Luck be with you in your endeavor, for no one else will be. Lord Lynn, may your enemies flee before you and your fields grow ever green." Ustivel spoke briskly, largely without emotion, rising as he concluded his farewell. He saluted, clapping a fist to his chest and sitting back down.

As Uchantus left the room, Ustivel spoke once more. "A word of caution, Uchantus. The Prelven Emperor is no fool. He is a fearsome warrior, unmatched in all of Imluan. Beware his eyes, though!"

With that, the door slammed shut.

 

[Devilgrl]

Ereal paused *hmmm this is bad* she went in for another attack damn missed. *Ok ussually my beauty is enough to take out a guy maybe some women but she is easily undead so how do I beat an undead thingy....ok list ways to get out....

1)swim as fast as possible but i can only make it about 1/4 before I get tired.

2) try to get a mortal hit I will be able to take her and run away then i can question her and be a hero the only living thing tht has beaten a lich...no won't work that cut on the neck was should have been enough...

3)pose like your gasping for hair and fake being nocked out then when she grabs you and brings you back for questioning..I brake out of my cell and steal a horse...well thats my best option the only option thatI live in...

So Ereal using acting skills posed as she was drowning she shut her eyes and the beutiful women swam over checked her pulse...she didn't know if she was gonna question her or slither throat Ereal waited in anticipation...

 

[cats]

Valarie

IC: She is surprisingly calm for some one trapped underwater. Perhaps she is considering her options. No this assassin is more lust then mind, she is more likely stunned by my glorious beauty then her situation. Here I have the advantage, so I am in no hurry.

I waited quietly, she scarcely moved. Eventually her eyes began to fade and turn a shade of gray. Perhaps she thought her Superior demon lungs could out wait the lungs of an elf like myself. The slow battle continued for a few more moments, and then she turned away from me and began a slow pitiful swim as if she finally noticed she couldn't hold her breath longer then me. I quickly overtook her and kept her under. A few moments later her body went limp.

My orders were clear I was to remove her entrails, not let her suffocate. I picked up her body and swam to the surface. The men on the ship quickly lowered a rope ladder. I grabbed it and they hauled us up. I threw the body onto the deck and reached into my pouch pulling out the rope.

"You two tie her up." I pointed at two of the crew. "You get me something to dry with. And you get the captain and tell him to bring his papers." If this assassin was trying to sneak off on this ship, I had to make sure it was a legitimate vessel and not a den of spies. The four crew members set upon there duties afraid of me. The wound at my neck hadn't bled, the cut was deep enough to kill a person but I seemed fine.

I raised my hand to the air and spoke the elvish word for return fallowed by Thanifex and suddenly my weapon was in hand. The crew finished their duties. "Revive her, but don't untie her." Her body hadn't moved since coming on ship, chances were she was either dead or would be dead from water in her lungs. "Captain, let us look at your papers" I took the dry shirt the crewman had brought me, and walked into the ships cabin. "I see your fairly calm, well lets hope your papers are in order."

 

[RoneLith]

Lord Uchantus

Reen had waited patiently outside of the building as her master had commanded but as many times before Rend grew bored and had left to find something else to do. She spotted him playing with a few kids in a near by park and had kept an eye on him. It seemed to take ages but was probably only a few minutes before Lord Uchantus appeared next to her.

"Where is Rend?" he asked in his useal cold demeanor. Startled slightly by his voice she took a breath and pointed to the park. He started to walk to the park before she could even say anything.

"How did everything go?" She asked comming behind him and smieling.

"Our journey begins."

 

[rengadeirishman]

It was two days since the end of the war council and all the troops had finally been mustered. They had been assembled at the parade grounds and Eirik had stood now on the balcony overlooking it. "WARRIORS OF STRONLEG!" he roared his magically amplified voice reaching every corner of the massive parade grounds. "We ride now to war! Garothos, the thrice cursed son of whore, Prelven calls an Emperor, Has sent his army of mismatched miscreants onto our sacred Dwarven land. The land, doughty dwarfmen, that our fathers fought and died for! The land, the rocks, the stones that our fathers bodies have returned to. Will we, we sons of the mountains and stone, allow this sacrilege to continue?" "NOOOO" the assembled warriors said in unison "WE WILL NOT!!!" Eirik roared "Today we ride to war, TO VICTORY! AND IF NOT VICTORY, THEN A GLORIOUS DEATH! IF THIS BE THE END OF THE DWARVES THEN WE WILL MAKE SUCH AN END TO BE REMEMBERED IN THE SONGS OF ALL OTHER RACES SO THAT WE MAY ENTER THE HALLS OF OUR FATHERS WITH OUR HEADS HELD HIGH! NOW MIGHTY DWARVES, SONS OF THE MOUNTAINS, WE RIDE TO WARRRR!!!!" "WARRRR!!!" the soldiers roared back. And then they piled into transports and mounted steam trikes and warbeasts, Eirik mounted his own trike and with Gramr held high he led the warriors out of Irongate. To victory or a glorious death.

 

[Donsehan]

Ara'vilar was briskly escorted into the presence of a large, powerful-looking Elf drabbed entirely in a heavy set of plate. Although unarmed, Guard Captain Ul'Trosier was still a sight to behold - standing seven and a half feet (tall for any elf) and scowling like the very Scythe of Holvidrien. Upon seeing Ara'vilar, Ul'Trosier sighed.

His voice was harsh, grating like rock on iron. "Whut'll it be? Anuther new recroot, eh? Eh? Eh?"

Ara'vilar: I blinked a few times as I listened to his voice then looked into the his eyes, and nodded "yeah, I was hoping to join the rangers, I'm a good tracker." I looked up at him "is there something wrong with that?"

 

[Devilgrl]

Ereal woke up. she was suprised that she was allowed to live. *hmmm deep dark cell dungeon most likely* the only light came from under the door to her cell. EReal heard footsteps and two men talking.

*okay if they unlock my cell door i steal the first ones weapon then I see if i can kill them both.* Ereal crawled into the corner of the room she then heard a third voice the voice of the lich.

"Let me intergate her first...." the lich said.....

 

[rengadeirishman]

Eirik had the army camp near the first of the ports he was going to attack. Fortifications had been erected, from the kits they had brought from Irongate, sentries were posted, scouts had been sent out, and his own Dwemer, a group of highly trained dwarves used for clandestine and special operations, had been dispatched to plant explosives. He had wished to go himself but the king had ordered him not too, and he still must obey the king. He had marked out and briefed his generals about where to position artillery and where the troops would assemble. In the morning they would attack. And in so doing bury the prelven forces in the rubble of the ports. He regretted the need to destroy them, but he saw no other recourse. With that thought in his head, he fell into sleep.

 

[cats]

Valarie

IC: I stepped into the cell, the jailor closed the cell door aftr me locking it. I had left my gear outside with a gaurd. "I trust you see the hopelessness of the situaton?"

 

[Morgoth]

Guard Captain Ul'Trosier

Ul'Trosier sized up the ranger, expelling an enormous wad of spittle from the side of his mouth. "Well, alight then. No toime for propah trainin', so grab your Three-damned bow and get to the barracks! You're in the rangers now, boy! Stand sharp! Salute! Now go! GO! GO!"

Ara'Vilar turned and bolted, eager to escape the Guard Captain's imposing presence. A bizarre flurry of orders trailed after him - some contradicting others, some utterly nonsensical.

 

[Morgoth]

General Igsilon Est'Argan'Uldiral

Igsilon brought the fine elven wine to his parched lips, savoring it as it flowed smoothly down his throat. The metal claw that served as his left arm reached down to the table and spread out a map of the elven nation. He set down the wine bottle and chuckled as he heard the sounds outside his tent. His men would be making good sport with the elven women they'd captured so far.

Of course, to call them men was to allow an active imagination. In reality, they were a terrifying amalgalm of machine and mortal - the least of them had at least two technological grafts, gifts from the Emperor. Igsilon sported a full thirty-four such enhancements. His favorite were the light emitters in his eyes. Although, he often enjoyed using the fire-spewer built into his chest.

He sighed happily. Killing in the name of the Emperor always made him happy. Or thinking about killing in the name of the Emperor. Or, actually, doing anything as long as it was in the name of the Emperor.

He shook his head, clearing it. The 897th Army of the Prelven Empire had been pushing deep into elven lands. They'd met little resistance so far - a few nobles had stood against them, but for the most part, all had been perfectly willing to swear allegiance to the Prelven Empire.

Igsilon often lost track of how many soldiers fell under his command. It was somewhere between five and ten thousand. That much he knew. The number tended to fluctuate so often, however, that he'd stopped caring. If the Empire required them to stop breathing, the "men" would be over-joyed to comply.

He sat back, taking another swig from the bottle, studying the map intently. He very quickly determined the optimal route to Tarlonel. It had some elven outposts along the way that the Eyes had discovered, but nothing serious. He'd march to Tarlonel itself, set up camp, and be the first Prelven general to initiate a siege on a capital.

He grinned. Perhaps he'd join in the sport outside as well...

 

[Furion9]

High in the trees above the marching column, keen, alert eyes glared down at the ranks of the Prelven army with murderous intent. Word of the exact location of the approaching army had reached Talornel days ago, and additional scouts and ambushers had been dispatched immediately. Still, they numbered no more then five hundred against the army of thousands.

Their mission was clear and every ranger under his command knew it. They now surrounded the column in all directions, with pitfalls and snares further down the road when the time came for a retreat.

Katan glanced to his right and gave a nod, and as one the Druids in his forces began to weave their spells in silence. A thick fog quickly rolls in through the forest as a light rain also begins to fall, further obscuring the elves while the moisture illuminated the technological bits of the Prelven in the moonlight.

Katan drew a deep breath as he knocked two arrows onto his bow string, taking careful aim at the lone robed figure in the column and the horse it rode upon...and fired.

As one, arrows rained down and into the Prelven columnfrom all directions, every one biting and penetrating either metal or flesh. With each volley, the arrows seemed to come from different locations - as per their training: nearly half of the elves moved, if slightly, after every shot, in alternation as they also began to slowly back away from their surprised if not confused prey.

 

[Morgoth]

General Igsilon Est'Argan'Uldiral

Igsilon's single moment of shock gave way to fury as the arrows began to pour from the treees. Soldiers all around him died as arrows tore through throats, gurgling, drowning on their own blood as they lay in pools of it. Igsilon screamed hoarsely for the Eye, but receiving no response, turned to look where the man was riding. He spat when he saw the wizard collapsed on the ground, an arrow neatly lodged in his throat.

Igsilon decided to ignore the mage for the time being, and roared out the traditional Prelven battle cry, "Emperor's will be done!" The troops responded instantaneously, locking ranks together, shields raised in defensive positions. Those with crossbows and firearms aimed into the trees and fired. The outer ranks began to march with a steady pace towards the trees, blades drawn and at the ready.

Igsilon looked back once again in exasperation towards the Eye, who had just pulled himself from the ground. "By the Three, be slower!" screamed Igsilon. The Eye shot him a venemous stare as he yanked the arrow from his flesh, arms shaking.

Blood blasted forth from the normally fatal wound, pouring freely even as the wizard began to weave arcane power.

 

[rengadeirishman]

The sun had not yet risen when Eirik awoke. His squire helped him put on his armor and he strode out to see the camp already stirring. By the time the sun did rise, the armies were all in their positions. The cannons had been loaded, and his dwemer had come back over night and informed him of thier success in placing the bombs. They would be set off by the artillery barrage. He signaled to his trumpeter who blew two measure of three notes. Further away on the battlefield Strom, the artillery commander heard the notes and gave the signal. "OPEN FIRE!!!!" he roared as the cannons started going off. after the inital barrage and the subsequent explosions of the bombs placed in the port he yelled "FIRE AT WILL!!!"

 

[Furion9]

The rangers all knew the score. As the Prelven army began to march towards and into the forests, the rangers on the ground paired up to aim for heads and legs when/where body shots became impossible, as they continued to give way. Those in the treetops continued to rain death down upon the monstrocities below. The locked shields of the first few ranks began to crumble as arrows penetrated skulls when the shields were lowered and chests when they were raised.

Katan scanned the battlefield as his own arrows struck home time and time again. He blinked in surprise as the sorcerer he took down first rose again and began to weave a spell. The Elf cursed under his breath as he knocked another two arrows and fires, imbuing the two steel-tipped shafts with electricity as they flew towards the wizard's head and chest...

"Lets see you live through that, sorcerer!"

As Katan hopped onto a new branch, Dalion spotted Igsilon and let loose a string of arrows of his own, and curses as they ricochet off of various parts of his body. Undaunted, the ranger fires off another pair towards the general, aimed at his eye and shoulder..

 

[Morgoth]

General Igsilon Est'Argan'Uldiral

Igsilon saw the arrows speeding towards the Eye first, crackling with lightning. He smiled as they hurtled away from the wizard, wind roaring into a cyclone around him. The Eye heaved his hands forward, and the cyclone took off, ripping into the trees, sucking up Prelven troops and rangers.

Igsilon turned back in annoyance as he felt arrows thud into the metal of his body, just in time to see two more coming at him. A beam of light blasted forth from his left eye, incinerating both and lancing into the trees where they came from, slicing away leaves and branches and beginning a miniscule fire that burned despite the rain.

"Damn you, wizard, do something about these damnable trees!" he screamed shrilly, even as he aimed his claw up and the repeating crossbow in that arm began to spew out bolts at an alarming rate.

The Eye muttered something quietly, then began to cast another incantation.

 

[Donsehan]

Ara'vilar Amastacia

Ul'Trosier sized up the ranger, expelling an enormous wad of spittle from the side of his mouth. "Well, alight then. No toime for propah trainin', so grab your Three-damned bow and get to the barracks! You're in the rangers now, boy! Stand sharp! Salute! Now go! GO! GO!"

Ara'Vilar turned and bolted, eager to escape the Guard Captain's imposing presence. A bizarre flurry of orders trailed after him - some contradicting others, some utterly nonsensical.

Ara'vilar: Going away, I left so fast I forgot to mention that I didn't quite know how to use a bow. I went to the ranger barracks from earlier, and found it was empty. I didn't know where I was supposed to go from here. I saw a note about engagement in battle. I decided to follow up, and walked towards where I heard about the approaching armies. I saw some tracks and noticed they lead out of the city. They weren't very old, but I followed them, noticing depressions in some of the branches. I moved slowly, unsure of what I would find, walking further away from the city. I made careful to cover my own tracks, lest someone follow me out, not that it was really important, but I did it anyway as a normal precaution, besides it let me listen to everything else around me.