War of the Immortals

Garath looked at his scrying mirror and laughed before he turned to the commanders of his army, "You can order your attack now."

As the commanders ran out of the room Garath turned back to the mirror, "Come closer you fools- come to your doom."

He looked at the mirror and wondered if he should go down there but he knew that his army would be enough as he watched them appear in front of the other army and run towards them.
 
Cristian and Gaven continued to walk down the road and were making good time until suddenly Cristian stopped and looked around. Gaven looked at him, "What is it?"

"There is something here that isn't right and I don't know what it is," Cristian said before he raised one hand and closed his eyes.

It was then that he felt the presence of the beings in front of him and opened his eyes just in time to see them run out of the forest towards them. Cristian raised his hand and said one word but the bolt of energy rolled over the beings as they kept on coming. Cristian and Gaven looked at them before Gaven sliced at one of them with his sword.

As soon as the sword hit the being it shattered and Gaven looked at it in shock before he turned to Cristian and said, "Run!"

Cristian turned and ran away from the being but as he did he remembered the sword that he carried and stopped, making Gaven stop. Gaven was about to say something but before he could Cristian pulled out the sword and tossed it to Gaven who caught it and then took a step back as if shocked. He then looked at the beings with a smile, drew the sword and ran straight at them.
 
Fuge got off his throne and knocked on Garath's gates. His army lay behind him, huge and dark.
 
If there was ever a time for an army to come, this was it. Garret looked at Isolde, his eyes in a slight sparkle. The two horses both neighed a slightly worship, as the impassing hundreds other behind them did as well.
He looked at the surrounding armies at the gate. It had taken so long (don't ask) but they were indeed finally here.
He had waited forever to say this, pride swelling up in himself. He pointed to the armies surrounding and inside the gates.
"AAAATTTTTAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Like thunder they went, coruscing through the hills and down the countryside to the upcoming armies. Archers were already levelling off their first mounts. Other weapons were being unsheathed and being prepared for battle. A life's lessons is learned in a single instant, but death would come quicker than any should dream.
Garret looked over at Isolde, and then back at the castle.
"My destiny is waiting for me in there," he said solemnly. The wind ruffled his already too long hair over his eyes, casting a small shadow down. Isolde looked so pretty in a summery day such as today.
"What is your will."
 
Fuge lifted up into the air and laughed a terrible laugh at the army that had just appeared out of the trees. He formed a huge fireball in his hands. "Hahaha. Finally, some slaughter. Too bad Uncle Lokken isn't with you. Then I could decorate my throne with his head", roared Fuge. His soldiers turned in a timely fashion and pulled out their weapons and shields. Suddenly, huge behemoths that had been hidden by spells appeared and the army began to move towards the forest, while Fuge and his chief generals and mages flew up by the gates and began to shoot their spells. Fuge's soldiers were dying by the hundreds, but the army that Fuge had brought was so vast, these numbers seemed like single soldiers in an army of thousands. The soldiers reached the trees, and instead of fanning out and fighting, they set the forest on fire, waiting for their attackers to either die or come out, where they would die as well.
 
As Gaven ran at the creatures Cristian stood there and tried to think of what he could do to help his friend. He then reached into his robes and pulled out a pouch then looked at the creatures and threw it with all his might. As soon as the pouch hit the lead creature it screamed out in pain, its side completely gone.

Cristian turned at the sight that was before him but he knew that he had to help Gaven who was swinging his new sword with all his strength and causing the creatures to fall.
 
Fuge smelled Lokken on his nose, or at least one who had been with him. Fuge sniffed until he had located him. Fuge immediately began to clear a circle around him, those unlucky enough to be nearby dying horrible deaths. "Yes", Fuge thought aloud, "he'll hang in my torture chambers for millenia until I completely finish leaching him of info. Then I'll end his pathetic life". And now Fuge's most elite soldiers began to advance in, 15 foot pikes drawn. Behind them stood rank upon rank of archers and an army of cavalry, if needed.
 
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