Heroes come in all shapes and sizes (IC)

[Iscaa]

While Isca and Nefer screamed, Venar-Surr came around and scooped them up. She turned her head and dryly commented,

“Creatures without wings … should not let go!” She warned Isca. Placing her back on her back.

Isca shakily nodded her head squeeking,

"Indeed...we will have to remember that Venar-Surr!"

Once firmly back in place with one hand wrapped around the rope, Isca felt around her backpack to see if Nefer was all right. When her fingers found the flap, it was already undone, so she moved her hand inside. Instantly two sets of clawed paws clamped themselves on her hand, causing Isca to shout,

"OUCH!....let go Nefer, your ripping my hand to pieces...LET GO!"

Pulling her hand back, Isca sucked on one bleeding finger after another, suddenly she felt Nefer crawling up her side onto her shoulder. Glancing sideways, there was Nefer clutching onto her shoulder with all her might. But the look on her wee pointy face was priceless. Eyes huge as saucers, ears laid back, Nefer looked like she was both heaven and hell at the same time. Isca had to laugh,

"What are you doing up there? You better be hanging on tight cause I don't think Venar-Surr will want to scoop up your little body if you fall off. Ouch!...your digging your nails into my shoulder...back off a tad will ya?

The next few hours went by quickly, with Isca and Nefer both enjoying the ride. The wind in their faces, along with the awesome scenery kept them fascinated. Finally the dragons headed downward, landing on the west side of a steep mountain range. The girls and Nefer got off the dragons and watched as they took a much needed refreshing bath.

Megan looked around before mentioning,

"Centaur country… the horsemen are not always the friends of humans”

Isca glanced around before taking the food Megan handed to her. Megan then continued,

“So how did Nefer enjoy flying?”

Isca had to smile at the question, Nefer had jumped off of her shoulder shortly after their feet touched the ground. She was now up a tree looking down at the two of them, hearing Megan's question she let out a happy Moew...before glancing at the two frolicking dragons in the small creek. Isca chuckled as she replied,

"Once she got out of my backpack, she had a great time, with Nefer you really have to let her have her own way. She has always been a very independent girl, but I have to say I was surprised at how much she loved to fly."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Centaurs and Garliks don't mix!

As the two human’s discussed flight on the back of dragons … Nefer smelled something … it was not dragon … it was not human … it was GARLIK!! She peered through the branches and saw a group of them head down the rolling hills towards a small village.

Nefer communicated to Isca, who looked up into the tree and then spoke to Megan.

“Nefer sees Garliks … heading towards a small village.” Isca told Megan.

Both of them stood up. “I’ll tell the dragons, you and Nefer follow them and see what they are up too” Megan said as she headed over to the dragons.

Isca was feeling pretty exposed as she and Nefer ran between bushes and small trees to reach the other hill. She got on her belly … and just peeked over to top ridge of the hill so she could get a look at what was going on. Nefer face next to her's. The group of Garliks had joined others near the village. There was a small wooden palisade wall surrounding the village, where the villagers were defending themselves. Isca could not tell who the defenders were exactly … she had seen their heads … and they looked human … but moved as if on horseback … so she thought they were centaurs. … but the attackers were definitely Garliks. There were a lot of them. At least 1000 probably more ...

She was joined by Megan, Nas and Venar-surr. Isca pulled back from the edge to talk to them. “Garliks attacking a centaur village” she informed Megan, Nas and Venar-surr.

“Really? Are you sure?” Megan asked.

“She is right … I can smell the horsemen and the Garliks” Nas answered

“I need to take a look …” Megan said … and she slid up the ridge and peeked over. She saw the ground was littered with several dead garliks, arrows sticking out of their chests. It appeared the garliks had tried to catch the centaurs unaware and get inside the village. This had failed and the garliks were sieging the village … and getting ready to use a shielded battering ram against the closed gate. The centaurs were going to firing arrows to complicate the garlik’s plans, but arrows would have little effect against the shielded battering ram. How many defenders there were and what sort of defense they had was difficult to make out. One thing was sure, they were greatly outnumbered.

“Venar-surr and Nas what do you think?” Megan asked

“Garliks are going to be dinning on horse meat” Nas injected

“The Garliks are not as good fighters as the centaurs, but once that many get through the palisade wall ... Nas is right.” Venar-surr added bumping heads with her new best buddy.

“I was afraid you were going to say that” Megan said in disgust. “We are going to have do something” Megan said

“Why? Our mission is to free Gragathor this is foolish and reckless ... we should leave” Nas answered.

“No ... I don’t like Garliks ... this will be simple!” Megan said with a smile. “What about those large rocks above the clearing. I think a strong dragon could give them a push”

“I think this strong dragon is planning on staying right here” Nas said firmly

“Let go big boy” Venar-surr said purring “you’ll make me very happy … I really HATE Garliks!! come help me push the rocks”

“GRRRRRR … ” Nas growled in anger but also in agreement .. but added “the last time I attacked a group this size was Bulkenhold … and I broke my wing!!”

“Let’s go” Megan concluded and headed off to the backside of the rockslide. The garliks had begun to move the battering ram into place. There was a hail of arrows fired at them, but it had little effect. The small wooden house built around the ram prevented any damage to the garliks inside. The ram began to pound against the palisade gate. It shook the whole wall and soon there was a cracking sound at the wooden gate. The remaining garliks were waited outside of arrow range, getting ready to move against the centaurs when the ram broke through. It was this waiting group that the rockslide was aimed at.

“Ok, Nas, Venar-surr start pushing those large rocks down at the garliks” Megan directed.

Both dragons ROARED and slammed into the rocks with their shoulders … starting a big rockslide. The garliks reacted quickly. They scatter trying to get away from the rolling wall of rocks. About half of them escaped by heading away from the village into a nearby forest, but the other half of the army was not fortunate. Most of them were crushed by the huge amount of rocks. Only a few remained alive, and those were badly wounded. Some of the large rocks continued to roll until they struck the battering ram, completely crushing the wall breaking device. Unfortunately, a few rocks also struck the damaged gate and wall. The wall held, but the gate collapsed from the impact.

“YESSSS!!” Megan cheered.

“Do not celebrate too soon!!” Nas warned. The garliks retreated but soon stopped. And now headed for the broken gate.

“Ah-oh” Megan exclaimed “Get to the gate QUICKLY!” She screamed running down the hill side as fast as she could.

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Zarik a member of the horned legion … the devil you say!”

Zarik reached up and touched his repaired horn. It was like it had been. Totally repaired. The big bull’s eyes grew wet … it almost looked like he was going to cry. But bull Minotaurs do not cry … that would not happen. Instead he grabbed Maut and hugged him … like a comrade in arms.

“Thank you” He said his voice almost breaking with emotion.

He separated, turned, and headed for the portal. The black whistle placed carefully into his backpack near where his battle axe was held.

He stepped through the portal just in the nick of time … as it closed behind him. He wondered if Maut had closed it behind him … or the knight knew what his reaction to the new horn would be and timed the portal closing to account for his reaction. In either case, Zarik respect for Maut had been adjusted upward. The knight was a master of death’s realm. Perhaps not as powerful as his lady … but he was secord in command.

Zarik looked around. He was in a shallow pit under the royal funeral pyre … in the king’s castle. It was late afternoon, he could tell by the position of the sun. The journey to get here from the swamp was over 2 weeks long … and it had taken only a few hours following death’s way. He was amazed.

He climbed out of the pit and strode purposefully towards the castle. He would need to see the king. And the sooner the better. A guard on the castle wall noticed him and then recognized him. A big smile upon his face as if the guard was meeting a childhood hero of his

“Bull Devil ... how did you get down there?” The guard asked.

“Please … call me Zarik … I’m no longer that Minotaur from the Horned Legion.” Zarik said back. “And as to how I got here … that is something one of the king’s guards should not be asking …he should know the answer … the king’s life may depend on it” He grinned knowing he had given the poor guard a very difficult riddle!

Ardel, Isola, Devon, Brock, Gemini on graveyard shift?

Ardel, Isola, Devon, Brock, Gemini all followed the floating lantern. They were walking fast … and no longer did spirits interact with them. After some time the lantern stopped and just bobbed in the air. Then the light went out.
"Time to cast my spell” Ardel said. He chanted a few words and tapped his staff. There was no humming noise this time … and no distant crackling lightening. However a portal opened up at the spot the wizard tapped his staff.

“Maut advice was correct!” The wizard noted in excitement “ask, not command” He pulled out a small spell book and wrote some words down. “Please step through the portal” He said.

Isola, Devon Brock, Gemini and finally Ardel disappeared through the portal. A minute later … a massive 3 story high tentacle monster was at the spot of the portal … but could find nothing, the living souls were gone the portal was closed. The creature swim back into the ether … and was gone.

Isola found herself climbing out of a recently dug grave. It was evening twilight and the sun was down. She found herself in a graveyard. Next to a large Temple. There was grass here in this central courtyard, a sheltered spot surrounded by the huge bulk of large stone walls. Stretching high up were the towers of Palamar. Where the king lived.

Devon was now standing next to her, then Brock and Gemini and finally Ardel.

The Wizard smiled. “An old friend will be joining us soon … if he is still alive. All we need to do is wait here” He instructed us.

“Why did we arrive at a graveyard?” Isola asked.

“Death’s Way is easiest to reach closer to the places where the dead are. Usually graveyards and the like.” Ardel explained.

They heard the sound of armored guards approaching. Ardel smiled and turned to face them. The 10 guardsmen had aimed their Glaives at Brock once they saw the dire wolf … however there was also an old man dressed in a yellow robe among the guards.

“Ikarus, my old friend!” Ardel said waving to the older gentleman.

The yellow wizard stopped in shock “But … you are dead!” he gasped

“Not yet … “ Ardel said “that will happen in a few days after the Garliks get here…” He joked “Guards you can lower your weapons … these people are going to try and save the city …” He said and swept his hand towards everyone around him … “Let me introduce my new friends … ” Ardel said and proceeded to introduce everyone.

 

[DeathsKnight]

As glaives came down to point at Brock, Devon's bow appeared in his hand, arrow ready, luckily Ardel was as good as his word. Devon relaxed and nodded when he was introduce, slipping his bow and the arrow back over his back. As the introductions finished and everybody started to move away, Devon touched Isola's arm,

"I have to go, the Rangers will get word out faster and sooner than the king and perhaps we will even be able to get more Rangers here."

He gave her a smile and slipped silently away, heading into the city a shadow moving among shadows.

 

[Iscaa]

Garliks getting their just reward!

As Megan directed the dragons on what part of the rocks to push, Isca and Nefer moved to a location where they could see the action, and if anything chanced down at the village. The two of them heard the dragons roar then the rocks started to slide down the hill gathering momentum as they picked up more and more rocks.

The Garliks were quick, and unfortunately only half of them were badly hit by the rocks. The other half quickly hoofed it towards a nearby forest. There was a crash, Nefer and Isca looked back at the village, to their dismay the weakened gate had collapsed when hit by some of wayward rocks. Some yells from the retreating Garliks was heard as they turned around and rushed back to the now vulnerable village.

Isca with Nefer on her shoulder jumped up as Megan cheered,

“YESSSS!!”

But she soon realized it wasn't a total success. Meanwhile Isca with Nefer had started to run down the hill, soon followed by Megan and the others only seconds later. Isca started to cast a fire ball spell, as she ran....putting forth all her energy to make it as large as possible. It now was the size of a large tomato as it left her finger tips, but grew rapidly as it flew through the air towards the oncoming group of Garliks. The ones in the front saw the ball coming , all they could do was try and slow down but where pushed ahead by the Garliks behind.

When the fire ball hit, it was the size of a huge pumpkin, there was a loud explosion and when the smoke cleared, Isca saw that there was at least twenty Garliks dead or dying. She quickly started to build another fire ball.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Helpful tip number #14: When possible, do not throw things at dragons!

It was really their only chance to save the centaur village from the Garliks. Hopefully, the centaurs would welcome them. The garliks lowered their spears and prepared to meet the small band of rescuers. Isca fireball was well timed … the blast sent 20 of them flying ... “Regroup around that!” Megan yelled giving Isca a thumbs up. Isca only reply was to make an even more powerful fireball!

Megan was running like the wind … but she did not head directly to the gate … she veered toward the Garliks. She would stop them enough to let the other form a defensive line. Also, it was a move designed to give the Centaurs a clear understanding they fought the same enemy. A small group of garliks move to meet her, but she knew what to do, using her quick reflexes, she brushed the first spear aside with her left arm and brought her small crossbow up and fired into the Garlik’s face. She pivoted and fire four more bolts in a quick series … all head shots ... and all deadly hits.

She dropped her crossbow … and pulled up her wickedly bladed sickle from her quick retrieval thigh hoister. It had to be quick as another Garlik approached from her right side. She brought her weapon around to club this enemy, but the Garlik was ready for that move. It blocked the sickle with its short sword and aimed a blow at Megan’s mid-section. Megan tried to turn and twist her body out of the way. It worked enough as the Garlik’s blow just missed her, leaving the Garlik off balanced. Megan grabbed its hand at the sword and pulled the Garlik forward. As the Garlik came forward Megan brought her knee up in a powerful kick. It knocked the wind out of this Garlik. But there were more coming … so she took off running this time back towards the broken gate. She quickly turned and looked to see how everyone else was doing.

The Dragons had met the bulk of the defending spearman head on. Just before Venar-surr came into contact with them she suddenly stopped. This produced a huge shower of rocks, the Garliks covered their eyes and faces from the painful flying debris. Not be able to see … they had lowered their spears to shield their eyes Venar-surr spun using her tail to gruesome results as a shower of Garliks sprayed over the battle field.

The RAGE in her eyes was enough to scare everyone on the battlefield ... friends and foe alike.

Nas was equally deathly. He used his jaws to bite the head off the closest Garlik. Black blood spurted in a fountain from the headless corpus. Then with the Garlik’s head still in his mouth he moved his head, first to the right and then to the left in bone crushing blows. This sent several gerlaks flying in both directions. Garliks further away were now recovering and approaching Nas from the sides.

Suddenly Nas roared in anger as a spear stuck in his sided. He turned on the approaching group and breathed a huge jet of flame on them. The Garliks’ reactions were not nearly fast enough. When the jet of flame ceased only smoking bodies remained. That particular group of garliks would not be throwing spears at dragons anymore. Nas pull the spear from his tough hide. It had barely penetrated, but the pain and the AUDACITY of it fueled his rage. An enraged Nas headed for the gate, no so much to help the weak and foolish centaurs, but his job was now to instill the fear and respect these garliks seem to have forgotten … when fighting a dragon!.

Megan ran through the open gate and into the Centaur compound. “I’m a good wizard, these are my companions, let us in, we will help defend your village”, Megan said to the hostile looking group of centaur there to meet her. The centaurs seem cautious but let her and quickly the rest of the group enter the village. They especially stayed clear of the two huge dragons.

“Why do you help us, Human?” One of the older more experienced Centaur asked.

“Because you looked like you needed it.” Megan answered.

“That is a very foolish reason.” Centaur replied. “And you do not look like a fool. What is your real reason for your assistance?”

“If you need a reason, I’ll give you one. We hate Garlik and LOVE TO KILL THEM” Megan answered a little irritated, “Here they come! Nas, Venar-surr, cover the gate … everyone else on the walls!”

Garliks had regrouped … the heroes’ little distraction had been costly. At least half the force had been destroyed. So the Garlik commander was taking no chances, he had all his forces arranged to attack all at once on all sides … to have maximum effect.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Palamar throne room

Isola touched the place on her arm Devon had touched before he had gone. “A touch … but not a kiss!” She thought … maybe Devon was not in love … like she was … she would have kissed him … she did not want him away from her for a minute. “Men!” She thought. Then as the group went around a corner past a fabric stand … something grabbed her and pulled her into the fabrics. Devon was there “I forgot something” he smiled and gave her a BIGGGG LOOONGGG KISSS!” leaving her breathless.

“Good luck … Devon” Isola said, her legs were shaking so badly she could not move … “thanks” He said and disappeared among the fabrics. “And be careful!!” she said after him. Isola took a deep breath and recovered. She walked quickly to rejoin the group headed to the king’s chambers.

As the group rounded the great hallway towards the king’s throne room … A handsome man and a beautiful but fierce woman marched out of the throne room. Both were clearly in a bad mood. "The insufferable bastard," she seethed as her one hand chopped into her other hand to make her point.

"There is nothing we can do now … I suggest we come up with a new plan … and quickly!," The Man whispered urgently in the woman’s ear as they passed Ikarus, Isola, Ardel, Brock, and Gemini.

With Ikarus leading the way the group entered the throne room. King Ronar Stoneshield sank back into his lion pelt laden throne; he was an older man … but still handsome and stately. He was still fit, his muscles toned and his white hair carefully arranged under his crown. His hand went to his beard tugging at it thoughtfully as he looked at the approaching group with some wonder … what had the wizard brought in his throne room now?

Around him were his guards and aids. While he put on a good show of confidence for his aids … in truth, he was very concerned. The enemy was head directly for the city and there was no army to protect anyone that lived here. He had ordered various defensive measures taken, but without an army … there was only so much that could be done.

His daughter Princess Tamina and Lord Hava had just been advising him. Advising him to escape while there was still time. The country would be better defended with the king as part of the resistance movement … than if he died trying to win an un-winnable battle.

They of coarse had been right … but he refused to allow the main city of the kingdom fall … and the death of all these people was unthinkable.

Ikarus stopped before the throne knelt, along with the strange mix behind him. Another older man … he too looked like Ikarus and with the staff … was most likely a wizard. A beautiful woman … she almost look the concubine type … but she also had daggers. Perhaps a rogue. A large dire wolf with a cat riding it.

“Please Ikarus on your feet … time is short … who are these people you bring before me?” He asked as he took sip of wine from his jewel encrusted goblet.

“Sire … I have good news in these most trying times … this is Wizard Ardel, and some of his companions. They are here to help defend the city.” The Wizard said with a degree of pride.

“Wizard Ardel? … The powerful one of legend?” The king stated and his eyes sparkled with remembrance “… aren’t you dead?” The king questioned Ardel directly.

Ardel smiled “This only enhances my legend … I’m so powerful … I can cheat death!”

The king nodded “This is good news indeed!” a small smile broke across his face; it was the first on his face in several days … the attack of the Garliks had been unexpected and wearing on the king. “… and you come to defend the city?” He asked to reaffirm the statement by his royal wizard, Ikarus.

“Yes King Stoneshield … my friends and I have taken an oath to defend this city no matter the cost” Ardel said.

The king’s eye brows went up. “Let me hear this oath! Let everyone in this chamber bare witness too it” He said.

Ardel bowed his head. Using his magic Ardel's voice grew powerful and the lights in the chamber shifted and focused only on him … “I WILL FIGHT THE GARLIKS OVER THE LAND … I WILL FIGHT THEM IN THE AIR … I WILL FIGHT THEM WITH MAGIC … I SHALL FIGHT THEM IN THE HILLS AND THE FIELDS … I SHALL DEFEND PALAMAR AT WHATEVER THE COST … AND WHEN THEY BREACH THE WALLS OF THE CITY … I WILL FIGHT THEM ON THE RAMPARTS … AND THE TOWERS … AND IN THE STREETS, I SHALL FIGHT THEM UNTIL THEY ARE NO MORE … OR I’M DEAD!! This I affirm, solemnly.” Ardel stated firmly … the lights and his voice returning to normal

The King looked at the Wizard with respect and admiration. He stood up from his throne. And drew out his board sword, saluted the Wizard with it. Ending with the sword tip in the stone floor and the pommel at his waist. “That is the finest oath I have ever heard. I will admit to this group that my courage has been waning … But Wizard ... you have restored it with your words. I too will take this oath.”

“Sire … words alone will not prevent the Garliks from destroying this city and killing everyone in it. Staying here is complete suicide!” One of his advisors stated.

“Your statement is correct, Baron Marcus … however without courage all options lead to death and dishonor. This oath will preserve honor … it is not intended to prevent death”

Wizard Ardel nodded “Wise words King Stoneshield. I would like to advise you … that additional help is on the way … from friends and allies of Palamar ... allies you did not know you had!”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Minotaur Kings ... think college frat party ... only more fighting, head butting, and fornication

Zarik arrived at the Minotaur ruler’s private chambers and entered. King Talus was a massive minotaur … kings were selected base upon their fighting ability during a nationwide tournament. Their rule was restricted to a 20 year term … unless they won the tournament again ... adding an additional 20 years. Talus had won a second term which was impressive … he was nearing the end of his second term. His fur was graying … as well as the small beard under his chin. But Zarik would not want to take him on in a fight ... there was still WAY TOO MUCH bull to deal with.

Zarik was very young when King Talus was crowned. He looked at the older king and remembered the first crowning ceremony. It was the very opposite of a serene event as in human kingdoms … it involved much fighting … head butting … and fornication. King Talus looked so different now compared to then.

King Talus rose and walked towards Zarik, the two bashed their heads together.

“It is good to see you again Zarik … my old friend!” The King said with a big smile on his face.

“You as well … King Talus” Zarik said grinning.

“We have heard of your actions in the Battle of Bulkenhold!! 1500 goblins, 20 trolls and 150 hobgoblins with almost no loss of life on your side … and you only had some weak humans to work with! I’d say … your efforts were almost more impressive than in the Orc city of Vitgut” The king smiled “Lok-Tar Opus” he said in Orcish, then in common “Bull Devil” clapping Zarik on the shoulder.

“Sire … the human are capable fighters when properly led … and there was a dragon and a deathknight that helped during that battle.” Zarik tried to correct. The King dismissed his statements. “Zarik … the herd believes what it wishes … the legend being told on the streets … has you single handedly destroying an army of goblins. I wish I enjoyed your status … any cow in the kingdom will mate with you! Including my queens!!” He laughed.

“How are the queens?” Zarik asked

“Each grows more lovely with the passing of time … and their udders are bigger!” He laughed, and Zarik joined in. Zarik was glad the others were not with him right now … they would not understand minotaur ways.

Zarik’s eyes grew serious. “Sire, I come to you with a most … difficult request. The Garliks have attacked the human Kingdom of Palamar. They need help, if they are too repel this invasion.”

King Talus clenched his fists tightly in restraint; this did not go unnoticed by Zarik. “Zarik … your council to me was outreach … join riddle contests … show the “non-warrior” side of minotaurs to the other races. Build trust and trade. Minimized shows of force … too reduce our historical threating ways.” He said

“Sire … The Minotaur Kingdom has grown twice as affluent and wealthy under your leadership. Before we would invade a country … and take what we wanted, but the cost of that was every race attacking us … minotaur’s are stronger individually … but against so many … the cost was high. Today, we are the blacksmiths of the region … we sell metal work, arms, and armor … our treasury grows full of gold and we buy what we want. No hatred from the other races … actually joy on their faces as both sides get what they want. You have been the finest leader the kingdom has experienced.” Zarik explained and than continued.

“But my council to you …was through outreach … you were defending the kingdom … making it stronger. Now a new thread has appeared. That thread is military in nature. It wishes to destroy all kingdoms, not just the human kingdom of Palamar. The centaurs, elves and minotaur are all in their hungry eyes. The kingdoms must form a super herd … to protect against this threat.” Zarik said.

Talus laughed and relaxed some “Zarik…this must be serious … you wish to protect the elves?”

Zarik was still serious “Yes sire … I ask for as many of the horn legion as can be spared"

"Our rivals will torn asunder, by the Garliks … perhaps it is a perfect time to let the other races destroy each other and we invade after everyone is weakened” Talus suggested.

“Sire … that is the old minotaur kingdom way ... how well did that work in the past? In addition, the strategy is flawed … once in control of so many resources … the Garliks will be unstoppable. This is a noble cause … one of higher moral principle and ideal. This one act will do more to repair our relationships with the other races than all the other things we have done.” Zarik explained to the King

The King stroked his beard, his face caught in internal contemplation.

"Hah! I suggested that last idea to see your reaction … You knew I could not disagree with my finest advisor … who is a riddle master … and the best damn fighter I have ever seen.” He said and poured two goblets full of wine.

"I shall give you half the legion, that is 1500 minotaurs … but you must survive the battle … and describe in detail what you did to those undead pointy eared little maggots!!" He took a deep gulp of wine, his face crinkling into a smile. “You will survive … won’t you?”

“Sire, I’ll do my best to survive … if I die … it might hurt my legendary status!” Zarik grinned back.

 

[milkmaiden38]

These guys can sing ... but can they fight?

The next morning as the sun was just peeking over the castle walls, Zarik stood on the field near the royal funeral pyre … in a courtyard of the king’s castle. He had blown on the small black whistle Maut had given him and was waiting for the portal to open. He heard singing … that was growing louder and louder. As he looked towards the noise columns and columns, marching perfectly and in step were 100’s of minotaurs …actual 1500 minotaurs to be exact. But he could not see them all yet. The song they were singing is shown below:

http://www.hymnary.org/media/fetch/147484

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the horns;
They trample out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
They have loosed the fateful lightning of their terrible swift swords:
They just keep marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
They just keep marching on.
I have seen them in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have built the defensive in the evening dews and damps;
I have seen their righteous present by the dim and flaring lamps:
They day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Their day is marching on.
I have read a fiery accounts writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my people, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of cow; crush the enemy with his heel,
Since the Horns keep marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Since the horns keep marching on.
They have sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
They have hearts and horns of steel that none can ever beat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer them! be jubilant, my feet!
Our Horns keep marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Our Horns keep marching on.
They fight the fight across and land and sea,
With a glory in their hearts unlike you and me.
They are the code of honor, let them kill to make others free,
While our horns keep marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
Glory, glory, Horned Legion!
While our horns keep marching on.

The head of the legion stopped in front of Zarik and saluted. “General Zarik … the 1st brigade of the horn legion is reporting for duty.” Zarik pulled his axe and saluted back.

“Very well. Instruct all members to move silently through death’s realm. Talk to no spirit and follow the deathknight’s specific instructions. Once we reappear inside the City of Palamar, I’ll need the entire unit to reform into an addressable unit. I’m certain the human king will want to address the troops. Then be prepared to follow the orders provided. I CAN NOT OVER EMPHASIZE THAT THIS IS AN ASSIST MISSION … NOT AN INVASION … if I get one report of a minotaur harassing, taunting, robbing, or raping, a human … they will face full minotaur justice and ME.”

COL Yebrs saluted “Yes Sir … I shall have the word passed”

 

[DeathsKnight]

What sounded like a squeaking duck call in the world of the living sounded like a blare of horns in the world of the dead. Maut had been waiting for it, he stopped where the portal had to open, with a gesture, a dark portal opened and Maut stepped through, stopping in front of Zarik.

"Warn your countrymen Zarik, we will travel now the shadowlands, keep your eyes locked on to the one in front of you, do not look at any of the lights, do not heed any voice."

He glanced at the other minotaurs,

"You are powerful creatures, but where we travel now will kill you in the blink of an eye. Stay in ranks and look before you, that must be your order Zarik."

Maut turned and stepped through the portal, Zarik had relayed the orders and even though the minotaurs wasn't sure what to make of Maut, they still followed Zarik through the portal. In this realm Maut looked like an old man, crooked, leaning on a walking stick as he led the way. The pace belied the image, lights flickered all about, soft voices whispered, some strange, some familiar, they sought one thing: "Follow me." Maut's warning was well-remembered and the dead knight was impressed by the minotaurs' dedication to their orders. they travelled for an hour and then Maut stopped, his arm rose and a portal opened.

"Go now."

As the minotaurs stepped through the portal they emerged from the shadows just outside the castle, a minotaur force stood inside the city of Palamar!

 

[Iscaa]

Running through the broken gate, Isca and Nefer joined Megan and the dragons. After listening for a few minutes she headed for the rampart to see what they were now up against. Finding some stairs she quickly ran up them, and joined some centaurs that were busy shooting bolts from their crossbows. She and Nefer nodded their heads, Isca quickly informed them,

"We are here to help you defeat the Garliks."

Nefer jumped off Isca's shoulder and lightly ran along the top of the wall towards a ladder that had just been put against the wall. Garliks were swiftly climbing up now. Nefer was ready for the first one that put his ugly head above the wall. Puffing up her body to twice it's size she looked like a demon from hell, eyes blazing in wrath, claws ready! As soon as a head popped up, Nefer jumped on the top of the helmet and reached over clawing at his unprotected eyes. The Garlik screamed trying to get the fiend off his head, waving his arms about, he lost his balance and fell straight down, on top of his fellow Garliks.

There was a bunch of yelling and screaming as they broke the ladder rungs on their way down. Nefer had already leaped off the head when he'd started falling. Flicking her tail she looked ahead noticing a new ladder being hefted up against the wall. She bounded for it as it touched the top of the wall, meowing,

"I'm Coming!"

Meanwhile, Isca had been busy making fire ball spells left and right, flinging them down at the approaching horde of Galiks. They soon knew to keep well back from her area of the wall. She started moving along....tossing her fire balls as she slowly made her way towards where Nefer had been doing her damage. Some of balls not only hit Garliks but their wooden ladders were in jeopordy as well. All in all between the two of them, there was more then a few dead or dying Garliks on their side of the wall. The centaurs with them, were no slouches either, they were excellent crossbowman. There were dead and dying Garliks laying all over the ground, it wasn't a pretty sight, but in truth it was satisfying.

Nefer heard roaring from the other wall, as she bounded to the next part of the wall that a ladder was being lifted onto. She growled knowing the dragons were just as busy as she was, she really was enjoying herself, she just kind of missed having Brock and Gemini at her side. The sooner these Galiks were taken care of, the sooner she would see her friends again. Nefer renewed her efforts with more ferociousness then you would believe in such a small creature.

In a mind link Isca looked over at Nefer and said,

"Now mind that you don't get hurt....just be careful my Sweetie."

 

[milkmaiden38]

“You’re not welcome here!” Megan shouted as the garliks scaled her portion of the barricade. She placed her sickle between the two highest rungs and when the first garlik reach the top of the ladder it received a hard blow from the sickle. She knocked the creature off the ladder and on to the group waiting below.

“Goodbye, asshole!” Megan added for affect.

This tactic worked for the first two garliks, but the remaining garliks in her section were climbing over the barricade without the help of the ladder. Megan had to pull the sickle back and strike at the new threat. The first creature dodged Megan’s swing and jumped down off the barricade. She bought the sickle around for another strike. But the Garlik was already heading straight for her. Megan gave ground so as not to be outflanked by the other garlik now coming over the barricade to her left. Megan knew she could not allow this breach of their line go unchecked. She attacked the first garlik like a wild woman. Her sickle swing around and around. The first few blows the garlik avoided, but the third caught it on the shoulder. There was a loud cracking noise as Megan broke the garlik’s shoulder. Megan turned her back on the moaning garlik and pushed the two other breaching garliks back against the barricade. Then as she brought her sickle back for a knockout strike against one of the two in front of her, she struck something. Her sickle had struck the wounded garlik approaching her from behind. It must have been the broken shoulder garlik she had just dispatched come to stab her in the back.

“Lucky” Megan thought.

Megan luck quickly changed as two more garliks jumped down from her abandoned position.

“SHIT” Megan said.

Now there were four garliks heading for her. She whirled her sickle around and around, this would keep them back for a little while. Suddenly, one of the garliks fell over grabbing at its throat. Megan could make out the feathers of an arrow sticking out of its throat. The arrow had come from the centaur on her left side.

“Thanks” Megan yelled “ok, that evens it all up, three garliks against me”

The garliks came on more carefully, now watching for stray arrows. Encouraged by her recent help, Megan lowered her sickle as if tried. The creatures in front of her charged into the opening. Only to have Megan bring the sickle around and slice off the garliks head. But the other two were also charging and there was no time to bring the sickle around, Megan had to think fast. She planted one end of the sickle in the ground and pole vaulted over the disabled garlik. Leaving the two attacking garliks behind. Once she was back on the ground, she brought the sickle up again in a defensive position. The garliks turned to face her. But they did not stand for long. The sound of two arrows impacts hitting the garliks was clearly heard. Followed by them falling to the ground ...dead.

Megan looked around to see what had happened. The battle for the village was almost over. Only a few garliks remained alive, and they were in the process of retreating under heavy arrow fire. The Dragons had shown no mercy. They had killed the attacking garliks, as a man would smash bugs. The centaurs had fought very well.

An older centaur now approached Isca and Nefer. Megan headed in their direction. Trying to overhear what they were saying. The Centaur was holding a rag over his wounded right arm. It looked as if a Garlik spear had caught him in the upper bicep.

“Wizard” The Centaur said “We are most grateful for your help. Your cat … was very helpful … the garliks would have over run the village had it not been for you and” He looked at Nefer and then down to the dragons “Your friends”

“My Name is Chez … I’m the stallion of this village … who are you … and what are you doing here … and why did you help us?” He asked Isca.

 

[Iscaa]

Chez meets some heroes

Once things were under control, Nefer made her way delicately back to where Isca was just throwing the last of her fire balls. Nefer stopped and sat down to wait for the praise that she knew her beloved Isca would be bestowing on her. As she waited she cleaned up an stray bits of skin and blood that may have gotten on her fine fur coat.

Meanwhile Isca looked around satisfied that the centaurs would be very capable of taking care of whatever Garliks still lived. She noted an elder Centaur was approaching, he held a bloody rag to his arm as he trotted over. He stopped a few feet away looking as Nefer jumped onto Isca's shoulder, his expression was one of gratitude and wonder as he said,

“Wizard” The Centaur said “We are most grateful for your help. Your cat … was very helpful … the garliks would have over run the village had it not been for you and” He looked at Nefer and then down to the dragons “Your friends”

Isca noted from the corner of her eye that Megan was headed over their way, she nodded her head as she patted Nefer replying,

"We were only too happy to be of some help, you were greatly outnumbered....we could never stand by and let your village be slaughtered."

The Centaur bowed his head slightly before adding,

“My Name is Chez … I’m the stallion of this village … who are you … and what are you doing here … and why did you help us?” He asked Isca.

Isca was a little taken back by Chez's blunt words, but she was able to smile slightly,

"Pleased to meet you Chez, I am Isca a mage with my companion Nefer here on my shoulder, and coming up just now is Megan, I will let her speak for our company."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Centaurs

Megan joined the group and petted Nefer “Nice going Nefer … you were amazing!” Nefer was purring loudly … head held high. Isca just rolled her eyes … “that cat’s ego is going to be out of control!” she thought. Megan turned to the centaur and shook his hand “Greeting Megan Bloodfrost, Illumian, we are looking for a place to rest and resupply.”

“Greeting” Chez said and then asked again “… As I asked other wizard … why did you help us?”

“Well … simple put … we REALLY don’t like Garliks.” Megan said. “Any chance to ruin their plans … we jump at.” She answered.
Chez frowned more “There have been several conflicts with humans over land and resources” he said “all of these have been started by the humans. The two groups are in a semi-state of war at this time.”

Megan knew the two did not get along but did not know it had come to war. “I had no idea … the two sides are at war.” She answered in surprise and then looked at Isca.

“It was not so a year ago” Isca answered looking back at her questioning eyes. “At least not in the forests with wizard Frunan, the Treefriend”

“Why has it come to war?” Megan asked

“The humans have been using the Garliks, as mercenaries” Chez answered.

“The Garliks have also invaded the human kingdom of Palamar” Megan stated.

The centaur grunted “We have heard that … the Garliks and the humans have never stayed allies for long.” Chez explained “They always seem to be fighting themselves.”

“Who has been winning these wars?” Megan asked … but she kind of knew the answer already … she just want the centaur to say it.

“The centaur’s land has been moved back to the Elin river. The human land is roughly the same size as it was during the peace treaty. Well, until the recent Garlik attack.” He stated.

“Who lives in the old Centaur lands” Megan asked.

“Mainly Garliks” Chez stated with a frown.

A young strong centaur said “Garliks are foul undead creatures, controlled by the demonlords.” Megan stared at the young centaur and recognized him as the centaur that had saved her with his arrow shots in the battle.

“This is Nester, one of the young stallions of the village” Chez introduced.

“I can’t agree more” Megan concurred “Thanks for the good shooting during the battle today.”

“It was my honor, you saved our village” Nester said, clearly proud of his abilities.

“Thank you” Megan said. “We were only trying to do the right thing”

“What has happened to the centaur villages in the Garlik lands?” Megan asked.

“They are all in the hands of the Garliks” Chez answered him. “Some captured centaurs remain. All in slave labor camps. A few escape to tell us of the horrors that go on there.”

“Then the Garliks control more cities and land than either you or the humans” Megan concluded.

“Yes” Chez answered. “Why is that of importance?”

“Because” Megan stated “It sounds like both you and the humans have been fools! The only one gaining in these conflicts are the Garliks … you have lost lands and villages … so have the humans … the ones winning are the Garliks. Even now … as the Garliks attack the humans … they also attack you. Sounds like your real enemy is the Garliks.” She stated firmly looking in the village stallion’s eyes.

“It is not that simple … we have found evidence after the battles of human involvement.” He countered.

“Easily planted … to make it look like human’s were involved … the fact that you can’t counter is who owns the land and the cities?” Megan said trying to make the older centaur understand. But years of thinking could not be turned by one conversation.

Chez nodded “We shall grant you rest and resupplies. Let me sleep on your words” he said. “Nester … please get them what they need”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Palamar

Zarik step forth as the last minotaur from the portal, making sure the entire horn legion had made it safely from Maut's realm. COL Yebrs strode toward him, behind him the 1500 minotaurs in full battle gear stood at attention. Silent waiting and ready.

“General Zarik, 1st brigade of the horn legion awaiting your orders.” He said saluting Zarik.

Zarik saluted back. “Place the men at ease … I think the welcoming party will be here shortly. Around the corners of a few building peeked a few human guards … an old women looked out a window of her home and quickly shut and locked it. Further away there was some shouts … Zarik could not make out all the words … but he did catch “Minotaur invasion …”, “Run for your lives …”, and “By the fires of the 7 hells we are ALL DOOMED!” Soon warning bells were ringing …all over the city.

But within a minute, Zarik spotted the friendly faces of Isola, Ardel, Brock, and Gemini. Ahead of them was the man Zarik had seen on the high tower of Palamar during the moonwell spell. He was the King Ronar Stoneshield … there could be no doubt of that. The man showed no fear walking up to 1500 minotaurs! Slightly behind him were an older human wizard and another fighter … probably one of the king’s advisors. Zarik order the brigade to attention “1st brigade of the horned legion ATTENTION”. The Brigade snapped to attention.

King stopped in front of Zarik staring into the Minotaur eyes trying to read the other warrior’s intentions. Both of them connect … as warriors … both respected the other. Then Zarik cracked the smallest of smiles … as he was about to do something no minotaur had ever done in the history of the minotaur race. Zarik saluted the human king! Even King Stoneshield had not expected it. It was unheard of! Minotaurs never saluted other races … even if they were allies! Zarik continued to hold his salute. The king overcame his shock and saluted back.

“King Ronar Stoneshield … I am General Zarik … King Talus sends his regards … but more importantly he sends his very best brigade, the 1st brigade of the horned legion to help defend this city. These forces behind me are at your command. We await your orders!” Zarik said.

“General Zarik … I am honored to meet you …and thankful for King Talus’ generous offering. My order to you is simple “Work with my advisor Baron Marcus and defend this city from the impending Garlik attack no matter what the cost”

Zarik saluted the King again and barked “YES SIR”

Zarik was about to turn, to address the troops, when King Stoneshield stopped him “General Zarik … Place the men at ease … I wish to meet each of them.” The king requested. Zarik smiled, his face impressed by the wisdom of this idea.

“Yes Sir” Zarik replied “1st brigade “at-ease” … stand by for the King’s inspection and greeting” He ordered. The brigade went to “at-ease”. As the King went through the ranks, Zarik met Baron Marcus and decide on the best approach to the defense of the city. Then he met Ikarus and finally he greeted his friends.

Isola gave him a big hug “General Zarik … I’m impressed! …. I should have been chasing after you!” She joked. Brock got a good ear scratching and Zarik shook Ardel hand.

The Wizard looked at the King working his way through the troops and said to “Zarik … we need to speed this up … there is not much time.” He warned.

Zarik smiled “No Wizard Ardel … this is worth the minutes it will take … these bulls need to know what they are fighting for … and who … and that the king will be there with them. And not waste one of their lives needlessly.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

A plan is formed

After the meet and greet … Zarik and Baron Marcus talked. It was decided to divide the defense of the city into sectors. Humans and minotaur would be fighting side by side. Zarik convinced the Baron a force on force battle was doomed to failure. Instead, the defense of the city was going to be based upon various tricks and ambush-like situations to maximize enemy casualties. The plan involved giving ground … to buy time and to place the enemy in a known location and direct fire into that location.

Secondly major construction efforts were needed. A trench was to be built around the city. Zarik plan was to use this trench in two ways. First there would be passages over the trench … these would form natural bottle necks for the Garliks as they would group up to get across. Additional little “surprises” would happen at these locations. Next once across this trench … the Garlik forces would be trapped between the city walls and the trench, an additional “surprise” would happen next. After these two events … the Garlik would send in their siege equipment (or monsters) to break down the walls) Zarik needed the city’s catapults, mages, and special units to take these out. He knew if there were too many of them … the walls would be breached. He asked that every structure be booby trapped near the walls. The defenders would be fighting house to house … giving ground … but taking as many garliks as possible. The defense would collapse down around the King’s castle. Defenders would take up positions in the castle and hold off the enemy as long as possible. An escape route was proposed … Zarik was hoping to use “death’s way” again. In case the castle was overwhelmed.

Baron Marcus “there is much to do … trenches dug … arrow and bows assembled … booby traps set … additional tunnels to the castle and under the city walls … …” he shook his head “How can we get it all done in three days”

Zarik smiled “that is why we need to get started now and I want it done in two and half days. I want the fighters rested before the battle!”

“But the material needed for the arrows alone … where will we get it?” The baron asked. Zarik point to the wooden carts in the street “Anywhere we find it … we will be defending this city at whatever the cost … the king’s orders!”

The plan was a good one… but there were some pretty big problems. The defenders lacked archers. It was a huge problem. Zarik insisted that every creature capable of holding a bow … be trained. “I know of an elf and a half elf … Captain Irtheel and Bronwyn … they can lead this team …

Another problem there were too many sectors and not enough fighters … Zarik ordered dummies be built to “fool” the Garliks on the back side of the city (the west side). “I want that area completely undefended.” He said. “I’m also hoping some additional enforcements arrive and that would be a good place to put them.”

Another problem with the force stretched so thin … there was no reserves. This really bothered him. If a breach occurred in the defensive lines … he had not units to try to close the hole.

Finally the unknown … Zarik knew if the Garlik brought magic or creatures that he had not planned on … the defensive measures may not work. But it was hard to plan for the unplanable.

His final words to the Baron were “you understand …that for this plan to work … it must be kept secret” The Baron nodded and pointed out “That will be hard … the Garlik have spies that are probably watching the city right now … they will see the construction and make adjustments.”

Zarik smiled and gave a cryptic answer back “I’m counting on it!”

Zarik ordered the 1st brigade of the Horn legion to start digging the trench. As the baron gave the same orders to one of the human Army infantry brigades. The human Army was composed of 3 brigades (one cavalry brigade, and two infantry brigades) totaling almost 6,000 men.

Zarik walked towards the outer walls of the city to supervise some of the special surprises … As he did so he said to himself “Maut and Devon … I hope you are bring some help!”

 

[DeathsKnight]

Devon

As Zarik thought of the ranger and dead knight, Devon was busy throwing daggers at a target in one of the seedier inns. But he had competition, a man who did not believe that Devon was who he had stated he was. The same man now losing face as Devon's daggers were spaced so tightly inside the centre that that was no space for another.

Riders were already on their way, runners combing the city, but there was a force inside of Palamar which could be of great help in the coming battle. Thieves. The man Deon competed against was the key keeper, the man who decided if you could see the king of thieves or not. Devon had already visited the Rangers and they were already getting prepared and sent out word for more Rangers to come to the city. Devon figured that all in all there would be hundred and twenty Rangers available for the battle.

"Ach! I give up! You are Devon the Mark, you may go in."

Devon retrieved his daggers and followed the key keeper down into the cellars

 

[Iscaa]

As Isca, Nefer and Megan were escorted to a small guest house by Nester, Isca quietly spoke,

"Megan, we have to try and get Chez to understand that he needs to pool his resources with us. Otherwise his village eventually is doomed, it is only a matter of time."

Nester listened as they talked, nodding his head in agreement. When they stopped at the front door, he opened it and stood to the side letting them enter ahead of him. Megan stepped inside first followed by Isca with Nefer on her right shoulder. As they looked around the house it was easily seen that it had all the comforts they could wish for. Nefer jumped down and started to explore on her own.

Nester looked at the two Mages bowed his head before informing them,

"I have heard what you were speaking about and will relate to my colleges all this information, plus what you told our village leader Chez. In the morning we will have a meeting, I hope Chez will come to realize that our war isn't with humans...but with the Garliks and the Demon Lords who control them. I feel the best way for all of us to survive is for the different races to form a partnership against the Demon Lords and their minions. But I am only a stallion without much say in what the village does. I will inform my fellow stallions and let us all hope that Chez will have a different view come morning."

He stepped out of the house turning his head as he trotted off,

"Sleep well my new friends, we have important matters to discuss in the morning."

Isca shut the door turning to Megan sighing she added,

"Nester is right, we had better get some rest, there will be a lot to do in the morning, what with having to convince Chez that it's only the Galiks and not the humans that the centaurs are at war with."

The two young women made ready for bed, each had their own small room, Nefer soon joined Isca purring as she nimbly climbed onto the bed, poking her head under the covers. She swiftly wormed her way in curled up near Isca's shoulder and was soon fast asleep. Isca smiled at Nefer moved her arm to encircle the small animal and she too was soon asleep.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Devon meets the other king!

In the cellars, Tina Blair, shifted the tin listening horn, adjusting it so she could hear the strange ranger’s voice more clearly. Even through the stomp of heavy boots and raucous laughter of the half-drunk bar patrons, she could still hear his smooth confident voice. It sounded like Devon … but she was not sure.

She pulled the listening horn out of the hole in the floor and pondered her next move. She smacked the small listening horn in her hand for a moment as her thoughts formed. Then a coy smile began to spread over her oh so kissable lips as she looked to her personal body guards. Her piercing blue eyes looked out from underneath her silken bangs of dark red hair. Her features were both striking and fearful. Her body was tall and thin … almost too thin … but she was taut and toned from a life of crime. She wore a bluish-silver very thin chainmail, no doubt made of mithral, exquisitely crafted and polished to a gleaming sheen. A cape of deep dark brown lay draped over her proud shoulders. Everywhere handles of daggers and throwing knives could be seen. Tina’s long tone legs were clad in a pair of skin tight black leather breeches. Special magic dusty brown, calf high boots completed her rugged rogue’s outfit. Scars on her hands, wrists and arms were visible from past knife fights.

“Go to your hiding spots” She told her personal body guards. “Remember he is a very skilled ranger …” She added. The two monks went to their hiding spots. One opened a false wine barrel and step inside. The other disappeared into a crawl space in the roof.

Tina had been the daughter of a prostitute, her mother died when she was only ten, with no family the Thieves Guild took her in. She became King of the guild at the age of 17 when the old King tried to rape her and she killed him. That had been many years ago. You do not stay alive as King of the thieves guild if you do not take precautions.

She moved nonchalantly and languid ease and grace. Like that of a panther but twice as deadly taking her chair behind a large desk. She put on her leather "gloves" which snuggly fit over her knuckles, short, knobbed spikes jutting from each knuckle. Each glove could cast as spell … one cone of cold … the other lightening.

She waited as the entire room seemed filled with the sound of the bar clicking and grinding. The door cracking open... and then opened wider as the Key Keeper led Devon inside the cellar.

“Stop there … remove your weapons Devon” She said. “As you know … Assassins can take on other forms …” She stated

 

[milkmaiden38]

Is Brock 007? and Gemini 006?

Zarik was half blind. Only spotty and inaccurate reports from the field were coming in. He needed accurate information on the enemies’ size, and movements. He needed some spies. Zarik was also a riddle master and solving this riddle was too simple … the gods had given him two prefect spies.

He marched into the common area for the guest rooms inside the King’s castle. There he found Isola, Wizard Ardel, Captain Irtheel and Bronwyn all talking. The elf and half elf had heard all about the adventures of the heroes ... while also telling their own tale (Most of which involved kissing and other passionate activities!) Bronwyn, a ranger, was also excited about meeting Devon ... legend amoug rangers.

“Isola and Wizard Ardel … I need to request something of you?” Zarik asked.

Isola eyes lit up “Yes General … how can we help? Or do I call you Bull Devil? Or General Bull Devil?” She giggled.

Zarik smiled back at her “Actually Zarik is fine here in a private setting … but in front of the troops …General Zarik is best”.

“Oh you are too serious these days … Zarik … sing us one of your tunes! It is almost 10 o’clock at night … you need to relax!” Isola suggested.

Zarik shook his head “no”

“I need to request the services of Brock and Gemini … I need accurate reports on the size of the enemy forces, composition, and movement” He stated “I need two spies I can count on” He declared. “Can I use them for the next two days?” He asked.

Wizard Ardel looked to the two animals ... they were communicating then he nodded.

He looked back to the big Minotaur. “Gemini and Brock have volunteered and would love to help!”

Zarik nodded “Great … I need them to go out tonight … and report on the approaching force. Stealth is critical … DO NOT engage the enemy … just find them and report on them. Remember size, composition, and movement”

Zarik turned around and was gone. Wizard Ardel cast a small spell on each of the animals to “better” hide them. And one bark and a Meow later … and the Dire Wolf and cat were gone.

“Are they going to be ok?” Isola asked the Wizard

“Yes” he said … but he was actually pretty worried about them.

The dire wolf ran at the speed of a horse … his long legs eating up the miles. The two had seen garliks all over the place … as the further they went the more they saw. Great oceans of them. Too many to count … but densities and size of units could be reported … just from the 10 hours they had traveled overnight … Gemini was guessing at over 100,000 of the undead creatures were on their way to the city of Palamar. They had also spotted some flying demon like creatures … with great bat like wings … but not many.

However, in the early morning hours just as the sun was rising … they had seen something horrible. 5 giant floating eyeballs … Mesobulbrons … 5 of them!! They had decided to head back to report this finding. It was unfortunate … they had not watched just a few minutes more … as the most dangerous horror … could be seen!

 

[DeathsKnight]

Devon

He paused at the commanding voice that issued from the woman, she had changed much since he had last seen her, grown more into the form of a woman than that of a child.

"It would have been easier to just ask me to strip naked."

He slipped off his cloak, revealing his brown and green Ranger clothing underneath, he laid the cloak down, slipped off his bow and arrows, then started the ardious task of removing his weapons. Swords, daggers, darts, knives and even a handful of throwing stars were neatly piled into the cloak and wrapped close. He straightened and placed his hands on his hips,

"Now how about you tell your guards to come out of their hiding places, they are not doing a very good job at hiding in the first place and you remove your hand from the trap door's handle? We have something to discuss."

 

[milkmaiden38]

In the Cellar of Palamar

With a throaty purr of laughter Tina Blair slumped forward and slammed her fist down upon the large wooden desk in front of her. A half empty clay tankard bobbed precariously upon its surface from the fierce gesture. The neat rows of gleaming golden coins scattered across the table as well, though Tina didn’t seem to mind.

“AHHH Devon … that must be you … no doppelganger is that skilled! Come sit … do you want a spirit?” She asked.

Then she called over to her personal body guards “Your services are no longer needed. Please depart” The barrel cracked open and the monk stepped out. Bowing to Devon in respect then he departed. The one in the roof jumped down, landing without a sound and also bowed to Devon before departing. Tina pulled up a cup from under the desk. “Did you want anything to drink?” She asked again.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Devon returned the bows, fiercly loyal men, the best at what they did, yet not as thorough as they thought. He took a seat opposite Tina and narrowed his eyes at her,

"I'll have a drink if you have the same, after washing out the cups in front of me and pouring in front of me."

He cracked a slight smile,

"Once a thief always a thief, sorry if it upsets you."

After she had poured them both a cup, he leaned forward, the rich wine untouched,

"As you know an army marches on Palamar, you know that I would not have come here if this did not impact you directly. The guild would be safe no matter who ruled, but this army is not here to put a ruler on the throne. You most probably know the army is Garliks, Trolls and most probably hobgobblins and gobblins, but those who lead them, the ones who sent them are demon lords and they want only one thing. Death to all."

Devon leaned back,

"My request is simple, fight to defend the city and hide as many women and children as you can. Should Palamar fall, I fear the worst for all the races."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Tina laughed again. “Devon … you are always the noble … thinking others will be noble too.” Her face grew sad “I’m not a noble!” She said

Then she stood up “Where were the nobles … when my mother was killed? Oh that is right … she was killed by a noble … one that liked to be a little rough with the whores! I was 10 years old … I had no one … FUCK THE NOBLES …” She said turning her back on Devon.

Her shoulders started to shake … she was crying … Devon had never seen her do this before. It only last a short while … then she straightened up, wiped the tears from her eyes and turned around again.

“I know what is coming … the city is facing 100 to one odds… the Garliks will win. There is no chance the city will survive. So why should I help … where is the profit in it for me?” She asked.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Devon

"I am not a noble."

His voice was soft,

"I have turned my back on my birth right when I became a Ranger, you know this. I am not what you accuse me to be."

He looked at her,

"I do not like the nobles any more than you do, how they treat other is wrong, but I am one man, no power nor the ear of any of the more powerful men anywhere. I can not change nobility, but would you prefer all to suffer because you hate nobles?"

He mentioned above them, towards the city,

"What of the people you give charity to? The old mothers, the children, the old veterans? Would you stand idly by as they die? Wait here in a hole as the world dies around you until you are found and eliminated as well?"

He leaned forward again, a small smile crossing his lips,

"And as far as I know any army carries enough valuables to make you richer than you already are. No army can march on an empty stomach, since there is not just undead in it. No army can fight without weapons, weapons only skilled thieves can take for themselves and even sell for the right price."