The Last Kingdom

[Rayv]

Sanity

Whent to go find A new wepon . He found In one Of the Hall ways A sword On A wall He looks at it Its just A basic Old sword No specel marking or any thing ." This Will do for my purposes " He takes the sowrd off the wall And looks around. No one is around to wittness him change the wepon. He holds the wepon in to the air And speeks A prayr. "Dear lord Our Fother in heaven I Beseach you And offer this humbel sword to be changed into A weppon Sutible for A Kainus of the high order I am Aiken Sanity Gardian Angel of the 8th relm Sworn to protect The boy Garret And now chosen to stop the renagade Kartan Sanity From ruining the 8h Relm of earth Ahmen."
With that said his onix cross Shimmers As A light serounds the sword Truning the blade intoo A wight colord metal shaped like A lightning bolt the handel Now noble looking in brown lether. A holster for the sword forms at his side . he puts it a way to go join the party.

 

[Jazzi]

Aeneva

The dark elf laid her gently in the middle of divan that was set in his private tent. His spell was still active and he smiled as he began to slowly remove her clothing. Every now and then he would stop to gently dry her tears by licking them up, savoring the sweetness. He forgot how delicious Mejiro tears were. Soon she was naked before him. He smiled with satisfaction before releasing his spell around the woman.

Aeneva kept her eyes closed and trembled each time she felt the drow’s hands on her skin. Though she could not move, she could feel the chill of the night on her bare skin. Her eyes flew open when she felt the bindings of the spell release her. Immediately she grabbed at the nearest blanket and tried to cover her nakedness. Little did she realize the tempting sight she provided him.

Her legs were tucked under her as she clutched a blue woolen blanket to her bosom. Her pale skin was striking against the indigo color. Her long hair pooled around her like liquid silver as she stared at him with her pale eyes. Aeneva began to edge away from him and towards the end of the bed.

“I do hope you know it will be utterly useless to run. I have placed a powerful barrier around my tent. None may enter or leave without my permission,” his voice was sensuously deadly as he watched her. He knew full well she was helpless and unable to fight or kill him. He saw the mark. The small red triangle on the side of her upper thigh, the mark of one of the goddess’ chosen children those gifted with the power of life.

Aeneva looked about her frantically. Searching for anything to use but finding none in the lush surroundings of the tent. Terror filled her eyes as the drow began to remove his clothing until he only wore his leather leggings. She averted her eyes from him, refusing to look at him. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She knew the inevitable but she was still reeling from the realization of whom or rather what she was.

Her head flew up as she felt the bed sag with his weight. Fear took hold of her as she dropped the blanket to flee. She crawled frantically toward the edge of the bed only to be hauled back roughly by her ankle. She screamed and kicked and pounded fruitlessly against the drow’s powerful muscular chest as he pinned her against the blankets.

The dark elf allowed her to struggle against him for a while, basking in the sensations of soft flesh rubbing against his own, before grabbing both her wrists above her head with one hand. She was a tiny thing. It would be easier if he used the spell again but then it wouldn’t be fun. He wanted to feel her tremble and shake, he wanted to hear her cries turn to moans of passion. Besides he took sadistic pleasure in overpowering someone else.

Aeneva was sobbing silently as she pulled against his iron steel grip. She tried to kick him again when she felt his other hand began to caress her breasts. He shifted his weight and trapped her legs between his own. He ignored her cries before devouring her left nipple. He growled with satisfaction as he felt the tiny nub harden at his touch.

He continued to lick and tease the small nub of flesh as his other hand began to slide down her thigh and towards the secret place between her legs. He was surprised as his hand touch smooth skin where hair would normally be. He had forgotten that Mejiro’s were all naturally bare. His fingers sought the tender flesh and eagerly searched for the tiny hooded flesh. He wanted her nectar to flow, the sweet ambrosia that tasted better than the finest of wines. His fingers caressed her expertly, certain that he would be rewarded soon.

Aeneva could not stop her tears. The humiliation was unbearable. Yet the feelings and sensations that assaulted her senses were incredible though frightening. She was utterly confused. She was nearly beside herself with panic when she felt his hand slide between her legs. She began to beg and cry at the same time. Begging him to have mercy and release her and crying out to the goddess for deliverance. Both her pleas went unanswered in the night.

 

[poohlive]

Garret had been in his tent for some time, listening to what was going on right next to him. Tear marks left his eyes as he stood motionless. He sat cross legged in the middle of the grass floor, his head slightly bowed. He had been concentrating for the past ten minutes. The air around him turning static, his energy rose intensely. It was nothing like the drowl, but it would be enough to at least try something.
He couldn't just let this happen. It was his fault, entirely his fault she was in there now. No one was coming, he knew that now. No one was hearing these screams, this destined shit wasn't the answer. Waiting for some hundred year old prohecy, that's bullshit. He was here, now. It was him, or no one.
In a rush he stood up, grabbing a huge spear. Outside he dashed glancing at the two ogres. One of them gave a yelp as the cold steel was lodged into his head. Blood splurted onto Garret's face as he quickly turned stabbing the other guilded edge into the opposite ogre. They both fell at his feet.
Most of the creatures were either asleep or gone for the night. Which was extremely lucky for him. What wasn't lucky were the things that remained.
Instantly, Garret found a sword, wielding it at his best. He sliced up the smaller fighters, dwarves and elves that lashed ath im with wickedly sharp daggers. Ogres he tried to stay away from. A simple little spell that blinded them was used for the ones he couldn't fend off. He eased his sword into another body as he dropped to the ground.
Something struck him from behind, he fell to the ground, rolling on his side. Inside his mouth he could taste blood. He looked up at a huge orc carrying what looked like a tree trunk. Above all this he heard her screams pierce the night.
Or maybe it was the scream of a wounded dwarf. At this point, the Orc's deadly eyes were the only thing that registered in his mind. It let the tree trunk fall with full force. Garret felt himself fly through the air, rolling effortlessly onto the grass. Visions blurred as he was tossed over and over and over again. He finally stopped, shaking his head. His stomach felt like it were on fire. He held it closely, feeling something warm. That club had cut him open pretty badly.
He glanced back at the imepnding army. A group of Orcs were rushing upon him, hunger and something deeper in their eyes. Dwarves and elves followed them, all heavily armed.
What now?
Destruction.
He rose up on the ground, going into a kneeling position. He had never done this before, truth be told he had never even thought about it before. There were too many other spells that worked better, and that he could do with confidence. Hell, even skilled wizards couldn't control this spell half the time they did it.
His body rose from the ground, an aura of energy pouring from about him. Another shapr pain hit his stomach. He was tapping into something, something deep inside him. Apart from the physical pain, and the mental anguish from that Drowl's spell, he now had a tapped spiritual energy thing to worry about as well.

It unleashed.

Destruction isn't an average every day kill up the bad guys spell. It was a bomb, an actual spell that destoyed everything in hundred feet radius (that's like 33 metres). The grass, the trees, tents, fires, even micro germs that spun through the air. A single bright light flashed, and whoosh, it as all gone.
Garret's body landed limply on the ground. He laid there, in the huge dirt circle, his clothes tattered, his energy nearly gone, and his breath shallow. Somehow, he pulled himself up. Blood dripped from his nose.
He managed to get up, walking slowly towards the tent. He didn't hear anything, which actually made him even more afraid. Grabbing a sword Garret pushed open the fron flap.
Something stopped him. He paused, looking at it. Some magical forcefield was stopping him. He lashed at it with the sword, but it only banged away effortlessly.
His body slumped to the ground, it was over. He had tried his best, but it wasn't enough. He had given her right into the arms of the drowl.
How could he live with himself?
Wait...
He got an idea. A sick idea, but at least it would save her.
"DROWL!" he yelled, seeing dirt fly from his mouth. He shouted to the man inside, hoping he would hear him. It was his last line of defense.
"I have an offer to make you," his voice was near exhaustion, but he kept up the near shouting, "If you let her go, unharmed, I will let this thing inside me run it's course. I can do that, and you know I can do that. The anti magic will be gone, you can control me however you wish."
He let the words hang thickly in the air.
"Let her go and you have me," he was nearly pleading now, "I'll let the virus win Drowl, you hear me??!!! I'l let the virus win."
At the last word he began choking. He coughed intensely, feeling his entire body react to the fit. In an instant he coughed a huge amount of blood onto the ground. It looked up at him, as if to ask why in the hell was he doing this.
He had no clue, but if it helped her, he would do it. He had to do it.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen was locked safely in Karracks arms as he too mounted his horse. He tied Vixen's mare's reigns to his saddle hoping she'd awaken later to ride it herself. She whimpered in her strange sleep and Karrack watched as blood started to seep from her nose.

Deep deep deep in Vixen's mind she saw strange things that didn't make sense. She felt herself angry at something. She felt herself needing to get to something... she felt a wall of some sort stopping her. She felt pain... a lot of pain... and anger...

The dream kept changing. Now she was inside... locked up... afraid... deathly afraid... cold... almost frozen... something sinister... evil... like cold black smoke trying to taint her... invade her... break her.

An explosion...

She jolted awake. It took some time to take in her bearings. She looked up sharply seeing a familiar face.

"Karrack..." her voice was hoarse as if she'd been screaming.
"Where... what..." she quickly noted the King riding ahead of them all... they were riding at a fairly brisk pace.

She felt ill.

She felt like someone had just been using her body as a punching bag. She looked over to see Morsyth eyeing her curiously. Something in his eyes seemed to probe her.

"What did you see?" He asked in that sinister voice of his.
"It was just a dream..." she paused
He just raised his eyebrow in disbelief... "is that what you believe?" he asked silkily.
Her eyes widened in fear.
"It wasn't real..." she insisted angrily.
"No?" He asked pleasantly.
"It WASN'T" She shouted at him.
"Think..." he insisted.
"No..."
"Try..."
"NO! I don't wa... want... to...." her voice trailed off... her mind was distracted... this time she stayed concious but she felt like her mind was flying... flying fast and furiously towards something that was tugging... drawing her... she felt small... petite... she looked down at her hands and saw they were deathly pale. She shuddered in disgust. She looked up and saw... a cowled figure... the light caught his features and now she felt her skin prickle and her brow break out in sweat... Drowl... evil...

"Be brave..." she heard herself whisper... "be brave... we are coming... we are coming..." She felt only slightly calmer... but the fear was strong...

She blinked in surprise... "MAJESTY... I KNOW WHERE... we must hurry... please..."

She jerked on Karrack's arm and he immediately picked her up swinging her onto her own mount. She grabbed up the reigns easily despite the feeling of faintness that overwhelmed her. With practiced movements of a person well used to horse riding she urged the horse into a full gallop... straight into the dense trees before her. She seemed to know exactly what was before her... guiding her well trained horse easily around trees and over fallen trunks. Karrack... well used to keeping up with her followed hard on her tail.

The others were luckily also good horsepersons and followed not far behind.

 

[Darklord]

Lord Randall

As the events in the courtyard unfolded Randall cursed and beat any soldier to close at hand to hurry up and get ready to ride. Striding over to Baron Falco he muttered in dark undertones to him "Bring the godsdamn King back ALIVE!" and nodding sharply to him, he left and mounted up. As the King and his companions rode by he saluted him with his sword and the whole troop shouted "Elreth te'duran kamusk 'orst, Tim'e Kelwyn" roughly translated "It is our honor to die for you, King Kelwyn" Looking at his men, even though he knew it just might be the last time he would ride with them, Randall felt a surge of pride course through his body. Turning his horse his command rang loud and clear "Forward Hawks!" and they rode out to meet their fate...

 

[Darklord]

Karrack

Oc: had guests over this week-end, and guess whose computer room doubles as the guests? Note, I'll be gone from Friday to sunday most likely, I'll be moving back to Ohio, so Moneytalks, I know your writing alot already, but if need be, write for me to move the plot if you have too. Thanks.

Ic: Few things frightened Karrack but when Vixen collapsed to the ground, then tried to fling him away, he was more terrified than ever in his life. But when Morsyth had done, something, to her his eyes covered in a red haze and the next thing he knew he was about to kill the mage. Luckily for Morsyth the King knew to calm the young giant and convinced him to care for Vixen foremost.

As they had ridden through the gates to the shouts of the Hawks with a very worried yet proud Lord Randall leading them. Karrack had cradled his partner lovingly in his arms as they rode to save their fellow companions. When Vixen had awoken he was startled to see how haggard her appearance was, but he knew he had to bow to her wishes when she wanted to mount her own horse. Grabbing her by her waist he easily, and gently, swung her onto the saddle of her own horse. As she kicked her horse into a gallop, Karrack used to this spurred his after her.

As they sprinted by the others, Karrack heard a shout from Kelwyn and Falco sounding much like "What the hell are you doing!!!". Riding hard he kept Vixen in sight for what seemed a long time till she stopped suddenly. Pulling hard onto his reins to stop his horse he looked at what she to saw. In a large clearing, close to a couple hundred feet across, was a huge crater littered by the remains of what looked to be a large army, now destroyed. To the north of the desolation stood a large tent at which a figure could be seen attacking with a sword. To the east an now small army probably close to a hundred creatures, who were now pointing at them and running towards them.

Looking at Vixen Karrack made up his mind. "Vix! Head for the tent and help out that poor sod! I'll be right behind you!" as she dazedly nodded her head and rode off to help the man, Karrack, with no intention of following her whirled his horse, and setting the Trolls Skull helmet on his head unlimbered his sword and charged. As he rode at the enemy he shouted his clans war cry "Tim'e inst anderios!" (Honor to only the brave)

 

[Rayv]

Kartan Sanity

he walks up Behind Garret ANd grabs him restraining his movemnets. " Boy stop cassing a fuss its irratating . Drowl Lucky for you Earth magic like the boys and yous Don't afeckt Kainus like my self. Now take these two to site 2 And wait for me . I have to Make Demons to replace the soilfders the boy kild." WIth a wve of his hand unbrakabel bonds form on the hands of the children ANlong with a split lesh and coller that are unbrakabel too.He than takes the onix star he waers around his neck And puts it on Aevene. " In case i dont Get to meet yall latter. Now leavee drowl And stik to the plan."

 

[Rayv]

Sanity

Rids up to here the Charg to be given to ride he wispers to his steed the unicorn pegusses "Let us Fly Archameties" And they do so his new sword held high.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Avallyn frowned as everything happened at once. Vixen collapsed screaming for people not to touch her. Then Morsyth stepped in and subdued her. Then the librarians came in and now they were all headed to help the sixth and the seventh chosen ones. Avallyn watch Kelwyn out of the corner of her eye, confused by her feelings towards him. Shaking her head she turned just as Vixen ran up to the king speaking hurridly that she knew where the sixth and seventh were. They rode for a while until they finally reached a huge crater. Her eyes wide she saw two people fighting in a distant tent and a good sized army of creatures heading her way. Turning her attention to the creatures she took out her bow and shot an arrow catching a creature in the head, she repeated this for a while until they were to close then she drew her sword and the battle began.

 

[Rayv]

Kartan Sanity

The drowl Rushed out with The two prisoners . he truns to look at th on coming Battel A woman fireing a bow He yallers " Deamons Com forth And Serve me Now!" With that said A Full Army of thousand Rise from the ground Kartan Shifts to His kainus form And Pre pard to fight as he saw his Brother With the On coming force.

 

[Jazzi]

Aeneva

The drowl froze when Garret’s words punctured sharply and loudly through the barrier. He smiled triumphantly. He had won. He looked down at Aeneva with lust filled eyes. It appeared that he would have to wait awhile before devouring the sweet Mejiro. He captured her mouth with a kiss before releasing his grip. “Consider this but a prelude of things to come, my little kitten,” he murmured sensuously as he trailed a lingering finger down the curve of her breast.

Aeneva immediately pushed the dark elf off her and dove off the bed for the far corner of the tent. Her kind eyes were now filled with loathing and hatred for him as she watched him move toward the entrance. She huddled, naked and scared on the floor. She could not stop her trembling and tears.

She covered her ears as the dark elf laughed, an evil sinister sound before he stepped outside. Aeneva was in shock. Her mind was reeling from the assault. Her psyche was stretched dangerously thin. Suddenly she heard shouts and cries and the sounds of battle. Inhuman roars and howls were intermingled with curses and clanging of steel. She screamed as she clutched her head as she cowered on the floor.

It was simply too much for her. She could feel the delicate strings holding her together snap apart, thread-by-thread. She could feel her mind and body falling into a swirling black abyss. Aeneva reached out blindly for an anchor, anything as both her mind and body began to shatter into shards.


(ooc) I’m very sorry if this post seems out of sync but I’m having a hard time understanding exactly what’s going on with Sanity and Kartan. I’m a bit confused with those events. Sorry.

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Jazzi... I love your posts... just keep them coming... I think... and anyone can disagree with me on this if they wish... but I Rayv should just be playing the one character for now. I believe the confusion started when he tried to take over the Drowl character which capture both Garret and Aeneva.

I believe we should leave that character to Poohlive and Jazzi as they seem to be doing quite a good job of it.

For now... let's just have a battle. We should decide now whether we get the sixth and seventh or just one of them. As Aeneva is slowly going mad from the Drowl's dark touch... perhaps Vixen can try and help... not sure... maybe Aeneva can stay partially insane... a bit of Buffy the Vampire Slayer comes to mind... [grins]

PM me if you have any thoughts people... especially Darklord... since this is his thread... [ggls]... oops... I've got to remember to stop taking charge like that... [lol]

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Oh, good good good. I'm glad everyone else settled this first, I probably would have cussed and swore a storm until it was settled. Thanks for not letting it get too out of hand.



Garret watched the battle unfold, his eyes were half closed, and all he could see was the battle. It was devastating, whoever was winning, wasn't winning by much.
Garret saw that the magic over the tent was gone. He went inside. He looked at the girl, physically she was all right, but he didn't know what was going on mentally.
"It's over," he coughed up more blood, "A team is out there, destroying what's left of your army."
He saw that the Drowl had sensed it already. His spell over the minions was faltering.
"Our agreement," he hissed.
Garret nodded, "Let her go, and I'm yours."
The Drowl nodded to the girl. Garret went to her side, folding a blanket over her. He led her to the door, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go and get some help, there's a team out there. Trust them as you trusted me."
He didn't bother to wait for her answer, he lightly pushed her outside.
"We must leave, it's not safe here," the tent vanished as a huge chariot emerged. Dark pegasus's were at the reigns. It looked like something out of a horrible nightmare. The drowl glanced back at the battle, opening the door.
"After you," Garret stepped inside. It was dark, dark and stuffy. The Drowl got in after him, and motioned to the driver. In a swift motion they were off, chasing after the moonlight.
Garret didn't bother to look back, it was better if he hadn't. He had given up his life to save another. That was what was important now. She was safe.
She was safe.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Avallyn had long since gotten off her horse to do battle. Her sword gleamed in the moonlight as she slashed creature after creature down. She suddenly became aware of a chariot being led by two dark pegasus. Frowning she had a really bad feeling about this. However her mind was not aloud to linger on the chariot for the battle still raged on.

 

[Moneytalks]

King Kelwyn

Kelwyn glanced over at Avallyn. He hoped she was okay... he was grim. He managed an approving smile as he saw her fight as he had imagined she could. She held herself magnificently. He hoped she wasn't too offended by his sudden change into the King. Being a ruler meant you were constantly expected to put aside your personal life for the benefit of the Kingdom. He hoped... he hoped he had a chance with her... she was everything he could imagine wanting in a woman, strong, beautiful, intelligent.

"MAJESTY!" Rolland again... "Ahead..."
Kelwyn forced himself to concentrate on the battle. He nodded in agreement... thankful that Rolland knew him so well and that few words were needed to move the men that they had. His blade was already bloody with the slashings he'd inflicted on the small rodent like creatures who were the first to greet them to the horrible camp they had found with Vixen's help.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen felt as if a small part of her mind was splitting open. It hurt, but she felt a desperate need to keep going. She ignored Karrack's roar of warning. She lept off her horse, kicking an orc in the jaw viciously as she did. The orc fell to the ground and Vixen was hunting.

Her knife sliced the orc's belly open in a clean sweep and she bounded over it's corpse, running towards the group of tents that seemed to beckon her. She saw some figures leaving it and was tempted... severely tempted to follow, but something more urgent was calling out to her.

She couldn't hear... couldn't make sense of it... she was hidden from the rest now. Between and behind several tents. She crouched. Her breathing harsh in her ears. It was coming. She didn't try to stop it. Her skin prickled as the fur began to cover her body. Her face elongating horribly. Her body seemingly folding into itself. Until finally. A fox, larger than a fox had any right to be sat. Silky reddish fur rippling in the pale light, strength obvious in every movement. The eyes gleaming in the twilight as the darkness enveloped the camp.

The eyes remained the same colour... a deep blue... the same deep blue that the human had. The instincts were all animal. She smelt the fear... the need... the lithe body of the animal trotted towards the right tent easily. The ears flattening against the delicate face as she sensed the aftermath of dark magick. With a low growl of warning to anyone, she slipped into the tent. Her dark eyes scanning and easily picking out the white skinned one. There... finally... the source of the call.

She padded over softly... carefully... the girl was broken. The animal sensed this easily. She crouched down so that her belly brushed the floor and edged closer. Whining softly... trying to comfort... she edged close enought to press her wet muzzle against the girl's exposed thigh.

With a shock Vixen felt the girl's trauma. Vixen yelped softly but continued closer until her soft furry head was resting in the girl's lap.

 

[Rayv]

OOC: Sarry The Thing is that No on eplays Off My Characters Kartan Is An Renagaed Angel And sanity Is his Brother The Gardian ANgel Of Garret I dont Mined The things I posted earlyer but I woulike the Part where Kartan Put the onix star Neckless of his Around Aevene's Neck TO stay in the story if thats ok And No relly aknwolege That Sanity is with the good guys fighting I fill like yall are leveing me out. I am Just trying to be apart of the story If any of you just want me to leve tell me and i will go

 

[Rayv]

Kartan Sanity

Kartan Calls for some more back up deamons. "Deamons Come forth And Serve me Now!" With that said A Full Army of thousands Rise from the ground Kartan Shifts to His kainus form And Pre pard to fight as he saw his Brother With the On coming force. He raises The SHild Ax High And Roars with rage As he leaps forword.

 

[Rayv]

Sanity

SHifts to his Kainus form And rushes to atack The Demonic army. Fighting to Stop his brother.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen raised her head only when an Orge lumbered into the tent... sniffing about trying to find something of value to scavenge whilst the fighting raged outside. Vixen growled deep a low... he looked up blinking into the darkness.

He stepped forward stupidly... investigating the sound. Vixen's hackles rose as she lifted her head from the girl's lap. Closer. Insensed she leapt at the unknowing Orge and the weight from her body had him falling backwards like a great plank of wood. Her teeth barred and a ferocious snarling bark as she snapped her jaws close to his face. He roared and threw her off him struggling to get himself to his feet. Vixen landed easily on her feet and turned to immediately attack again. This time honing in for the kill. Her jaws opened and her teeth sank sharply into the Orge's juggular. His startled cry became a sickening gurgle as the blood spurt from his wound. Like a death trap Vixen remained clamped down on the beast even though he tried to shake her off. The deadly growl only increasing as her body was flung side to side. Her jaws permanently attached to his neck. He was tiring... he fell to his knees. Finally with a cough he sagged to the floor. Only when the blood stopped pumping out around her muzzle did she let go.

Licking the blood from her face she padded back to the girl and ressumed her protective comforting roll. Her soft head again resting on the girl's lap.

 

[Jazzi]

Aeneva

Aeneva spiraled uncontrollably into the void. Her hands reached out into the darkness for a handhold, anything to stop the descent into madness. She felt something soft brush against her. She reached out blindly until her fingers touched soft velvety fur. She pressed further and felt the warmth radiating from the within the silky pelt.

Aeneva was still blind, her eyes unseeing but she stopped falling. She held on with everything she had, her slender arms circling weakly around the comforting presence before burying her face against the softness. Her tears began to cease as her trembling lessened to only an intermittent shiver.

The one single remaining thread holding her psyche held strong, strengthen by the warm protecting presence. Gradually the thread began to glow again, faint yet growing stronger bit by bit. Aeneva opened her eyes. She had her arms wrapped around a rather large creature. She sniffled and raised her head to look directly into crystal blue eyes that stared back at her with concern and curiosity.

Aeneva blinked in surprise at the fox before her. She reached out hesitantly to stroke the luxurious pelt. She wasn’t dreaming, there was indeed a remarkable creature sitting in front of her. “Where did you come from?” she whispered hoarsely as she continued to pet the fox.

Aeneva looked around her in confusion until her eyes settled on the ogre corpse. The nightmarish memories roared back at her as she remembered. She shuddered and buried her face once again against the fox’s fur. The creature remained with her as if sensing her need. It took her much longer this time until she was able to lift her head once again. She smiled weakly at the fox, “Thank you.”

She stood up shakily to her feet and looked around for some clothing. The only thing she found was a blanket that she used to cover her nakedness. Something heavy bumped against her chest bone. She was startled to see a necklace with a smooth onyx stone in the shape of a star. She had no idea where it came from.

The sounds of battled raged outside as she sank weakly to the floor next to the fox. She wrapped her arms around it again. She was afraid to step outside.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Avallyn noticed Kelwyn looking her way and hoped he would soon turn back to the battle. She would hate it if he were hurt somehow. Noticed a big orc about to slash into his back she yelled to him hurrying to his side. She deflected the orc's blow with her sword grunting under the pressure. Gripping she dug her heels into the ground standing firmly as she faught the orc. He was talented with his sword and stronger then most. She refused to let him beat her or he would be able to get to Kelwyn and nothing would get to him if she could help it. Finally noticing an opening she slashed her sword catching him in the neck. He stumbled and she took advantage ramming her sword into his middle. He fell heavily to the ground dying quickly. Avallyn had no time to celebrate because she as he fell two others replaced him.

 

[Rayv]

Sanity

Swinging his new sword he He swips at deamon aferter demaon working his way to His Brother Sanity Makes it To Him Their wepons Crash in toeach other They coss A Thunderus sound SOund And there is Power Coming from the Colision of the Angelic wepons.

 

[Darklord]

Karrack

Karrack was far into the mass of evil creatures who had been regrouping. He knew nothing of what was going on around him among the others, all he knew was that it was kill or be killed now. He was on foot, his horse now long since dead, his eyes covered by a thick red haze as he fell into the bezerker rage his kind was so well known for. His sword swung trailing blood everywhere it went, and his helmet smashed into the skulls of his outmatched foes as he used all of his body as a weapon. His shouting was nothing more than a scream of rage and the primal urge to kill as he killed anything around him that moved. His body was covered in cuts and gouges, and his armor was torn and mangled beyond recognition.

With a final heave he threw the last remaining orc over his head with his sword as he crushed an orges skull with a club he had picked up from a now very dead foe. Stumbling to his knees he slowly became aware of his surrondings, which was an area thick with tents of the enemy. Just then he heard a shout, and a low animal growl he knew well. Screaming "Vix! I'm coming!" he lurched to his feet and crashed through the camp towards the Drowls tent where he slashed his way in to see Vixen standing over a now very dead orge, being clutched by a young lady with a blanket wrapped around her.

"Vix! Is everything alright? Is she the one? Are either of you hurt?" he asked urgently as he stopped and dropped to a knee by her. Seeing her shake her head "no" he sighed, and then fell forward onto his face out cold.

 

[Darklord]

Randall

Far to the north of the rescue band, Lord Randall plotted with his commanders on the best way to ambush the numerically superior foes. As they sat and kicked ideas around, Randall's thoughts kept returning to his King and the others. "Gods I hope their alright" he thought feverently as he finally agreed with a plan where they would lure the enemy into an ambush using a patrol of knights as bait to draw the much faster traveling elves into a small forest where a detachment of Pikemen would be waiting them. The rest of the army would be waiting over the lips of a small valley through which the enemy was traveling due to it's closeness to water. Hopefully the archers and rangers could kill enough enemy scouts to keep the foe in the dark before the trap was sprung.

Standing up Randall gave his approval of the plan, and then led the officers out to a small tent where a shrine to Teilia was kept, to pray for their commander's return.