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| [SS] [GRP] A Desired Blight; [SS] [Invited] [Frostfell Calling] | |
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| Kemi | Tue Mar 1, 2011 2:54 am Post #1 |
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With the fading magic that remained from The Black Harvest, now fused with the magic that existed in the Mid Winter Festival it created something new. A twisted unholy abomination was formed from the dead. The Necromancers of the Shadow Society were set to work raising as many Undead as possible using this remaining Unholy and Frost magic twist. They worked in as much secrecy as they could until there was barely any supple of magic left to tap into. The result of their labour, an Undead horde, zombies and skeletons of the like, covered in an icy and frost like armour. The Shadow Society would be using this new army for an all out attack on the land of Imythess, of course playing dumb when any of the existing people questioned them about it. They were not involved by any means possible. The first invasion would be to cover the Ruins and then take the Norwood Forest. From there, Kellen would be taken. That was the plan anyways, even if they lost they didn't lose much. These Undead were harder to kill then the normal shambles that they usually were. Evals sat on top of a broken down ruins from the Ancient City. The Undead horde was massing itself in an area up ahead. Where she was, the sentient beings of the Shadow Society were. This was their briefing before their advancement began. Casual chatter seemed to be around for now. "Alright! You all know what we're doing in general." She shouted to them before standing up, demanding attention with her authority. When a Shadow Master talked, others must be silent and listen. "As I've said before, we have no involvement with this incident. None! Not many know about us and the ones that do might come to us for this, we know nothing." Evals hoped this would be clear, she wasn't the best at giving instructions and they might be coming out out of order. "There are encampments, somehow people know about this army of frozen Undead, to be honest I'm not surprised. If they are shown to overpower our forces, you will leave the shadows and annihilate the opposition. If you are weak, use the night to your advantage. Use your allies to your advantage. We work together. Stick to those you follow. We are not doing this to kill off the mundane population, just conquer lands. If any white flags are raised, respect their decision. Infact, encourage it if you can." She finished and looked at the other two Shadow Masters to see if they had anything to add. She hoped she didn't screw up, Evals still wasn't sure how she was a good leader at all. She didn't believe she was. At least she wasn't alone doing this. |
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| Nightbyte | Tue Mar 1, 2011 3:56 pm Post #2 |
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Of course Evals talked to the undead troops first. Blake and Stein were the newest Shadow Master to the Shadow Society. Blake had been part of the Shadow Society for a large portion of its existence but followed under the previous shadow master of good, Draco Orion. Draco and Blake left the guild for an extended period of time to slaughter as many vampire hunters as they could. Evals gave the smell of unassurance about what she just said. Blake had no other idea what to say either. The position that the Shadow Masters were given wasn’t too much fun. The frosted undead army that stood in front of Blake and Evals stared at the Shadow Society that led. ”As Evals has said, do not associate yourself with the Shadow Society. Only kill those that want to fight you. Use the dead at your feet to use as shields. Do not falter during battle. As I am the Shadow Master of Good, spare the children and woman if they cower in fear. As Evals said if they raise a white flag do not attack anymore. Fight the rebels that continue to fight, but then do not kill try to only wound them. I don’t care if you destroy both of their knee caps just don’t kill yet.” Blake looked out to the distance towards the setting night, although no moon rose in the sky and closed his fist to show the power of the Shadow Society. The two giant evil guilds in Imythess stand as Shadow Society and Divschatten. The time for impact of the Shadow Society but to stand in the dark and watch the great takeover of Imythess was falling upon. To begin the madness that this undead horde will start, Blake howled in the night sky. ”Soon we shall start!” |
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| Lyavel | Thu Mar 3, 2011 2:20 am Post #3 |
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Ice zombies? No normal zombies, no fire zombies, no zombie zombies, no vampire zombies... But, Ice Zombies? What in fel was that all about? Normal zombies could be beaten by use of the light, sure, fire with use of the light and vampires with something lovely and wooden, but ice zombies could be melted. Surely the most common form of sorcerer was orientated towards fire, and, hell, even if a random bushfire started in these forests it'd be the end of this massive horde of zombies. It would have been better to have just animated some snowmen or something; at least then they would have looked mildly more fashionable than the current bunch of iced over, rotting corpses which stood before them. Well, at least the frozenness did serve one purpose... Getting rid of the smell. Such thoughts were flitting about the mind of a lone elf whom was leaning, rather fabulously, upon a pillar or something; a remnant of an ancient city, of which a small girl was perched atop. His ride as a member of the Shadow Society had been rather lackluster as of late, but his time had been passed; and when the notion of some big event came along, Lyavel, currently known as Krasus, had to come along for the ride. But now, a bunch of frozen zombies? What had he got himself into? Well, again, at least time was being passed, and he could meet some people whom he had never done so before. Like, everyone who wasn't that strange girl whom somewhat scared the elf; simply because... How could something so innocent be so cruel? Soon enough, the girl, up on her pedestal, began to speak, highlighting the plans which they were to follow. Though, of course, Krasus had no intention of listening. Instead, he remained quite content just scratching his nose, and making sure he wasn't get frostbite on his fingers. As if he'd do fighting anyway; he was content to simply watch and give advice to those around him. The second one to speak actually did catch his attention; some weird man, claiming to be the Shadow Master of Good. Krasus had no idea what such thing was, but the fact he was telling people not to kill others, even though that was essentially the entire goal of the operation caused he elf to sniff his amusement. It appeared that causing pain and killing those who fought to save themselves and others was perfectly acceptable, but to kill the cowards was a bad thing. Such notions of hypocrisy amused the elf to no end; and if anyone were to look upon him, the wry smirk on his face would alert anyone to this fact. Krasus cared not for anyone's life; as long as it passed the endless time. “So, have you actually tried talking about this?” The elf's speech was casual, as he looked at his nails in order to make sure that they weren't in any way out of their fabulous norm. For now, all was good. The only thing else he feared was getting his clothes messy... They cost a lot of money... A lot. |
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| Eliel | Thu Mar 3, 2011 5:52 am Post #4 |
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The group of thirteen at the gates of the Ruined City huddled amongst themselves, warding off the winter chill and the ears of unwanted listeners. Not one of them was visibly, inconsolably terrified of the circumstances facing them. It would take a fool not to be scared, or in one of the members of the group’s case, a berserker. The man turned away from the rest, retreating to a broken wall several feet away. Untying the rope holding his trousers up, he stood a second before the sound of splashing liquid began, a cloud of steam rising. The other twelve looked in his direction, disgusted by the crude mannerisms of the human. Nearly every other in the group held a blade in hand, some more slim than others. eight swords, two bows, an axe, and a mace. Luriel stood tall at the helm of the group, looking unbewildered by the act. Waiting for the man to return with a dumb grin on his face, he resumed. “I’m glad to have you all to fight by my side tonight. You were each elected the most talented in the area, and showed bravery enough to step up to the title with… minimal bragging.” Luriel’s eye drew towards the human, who bared his teeth in a grim smile. “You all are perfectly aware of our objective here tonight. There is a host of undead here tonight, courtesy of the prime season between midwinter and the Black Harvest. They are not our objective. The zombies are mindless without one to drive them. Our targets tonight are the members of the group here tonight, the ones taking advantage of the time. They intend to lift an army of the dead to march upon your homes. They will be merciless, each of your own men fallen meaning one more for them.[color]” The tone of the group grew somber. “I need each of you tonight.” Nodding to each man in turn, Luriel lifted his mask to his face, the metal sealing itself to his flesh. “I am going to speak with these men. If I do not return within half the hour, begin your attack. Gods be with you all.” He stood full height and turned, walking the streets of the city. The graveyard was not a large distance away, entrance not a quarter mile in. Standing in the archway, Luriel crossed his hands before him, watching the mass of undead, and those at their helm. |
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