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| Ranewen | Sat Sep 3, 2005 9:25 pm Post #1 |
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Ranewen had become a whole lot darker in her absence since she had withdrawn herself from the Goddess of Darkness position. It had become very, very boring—being immortal and all. And also, she had just too much power. She liked being mortal with great magical powers like she had at the moment. Seeking solitude, she came to the Dragonspine Mountains on the back of Renor Cryso, who was accompanied by Alantha Gorgorath. Vholk Nesst and Isilme Isto had gone off upon their own adventures. Probably following your average traveler, scaring them, and whatnot. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to the enraged Ranewen. Why was she enraged? She didn’t know. Probably the fact that there were becoming more Light-aligned people than the dark-aligned, ever since most of them noticed she was gone. But she had a plot in mind. She was going to raise an army of Darkness: Ghosts, Vampires, Demons, Humans, and the Drow… Yes, she was going as far as to send notice to Menzoberranzan. She thought she might as well be deemed “Undefeatable”. She didn’t even think all the magic in the world could stop her. But one thing: it could stop her. And her cockiness might kill her one-day. This is where my army will reside. In a place long-forgotten with dragons to align herself with. At the moment, she was going to send Renor Cryso and Alantha Gorgorath out to send notice. She was sure they would cooperate or suffer from her magic. She had walked past many dragons on her way up to the top of this particular mountains. They all just watched her fly upon her great best, which was followed by another. She didn’t think they would refuse, but they would probably want nothing whatsoever to do with in this war that would be coming up. Many people suffered dragonfear, and she was sure that it would keep them away from her army’s hiding place. Still, though, she didn’t have an army. But soon enough, she would. |
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| Seele | Sun Sep 4, 2005 2:28 am Post #2 |
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Seele flew on the back of his great shadow dragon, arms crossed tightly across his chest. The beast's leathery wings batted silently as it glided through the Dragonspine Mountains. Its black scales glinted slightly, as large and thick as shields. The large midnight black eyes, darker than any other part on its body, gleamed with an intelligence born of millennia of lurking in the shadows for its day to come. If Seele could do anything about it, that day would be soon. The elf looked the part of a wraith himself. He was swathed in a tattered black cloak that hid almost any other feature on his body. However, if one had been able to see under the torn material they would see his body from the neck down was encased in chains that were so dark they seemed to absorb light. They were constantly slithering around his body, yet completely silent in their movements. A crooked hat was precariously perched on his head, covering his shoulder-length silver-blue hair. His eyes glowed slightly in the darkness, golden irises bright and hourglass-shaped pupils almost too small to see. On the right side of his face a line of demonic marks traced up his cheek and through his eye onto his forehead. His face was completely blank, showing no emotion. But he was not in a good mood. The fools lack the courage necessary to act. Although his face was calm, rage burned in his eyes. Even those who have the potential refuse to join me. They fight me, even! He ground his teeth together, thinking of recent experiences in the Hills of Mist and Balefire. They do not deserve the gifts they have! Seele's ranting was thrown off at this point when he felt an unusual aura. One whose darkness could challenge his own. An aura he had not felt in a long time. Not since before... Seele lightly tapped the dragon's scaled neck with one boot, laying a hand on the base of the dragon's skull. He sent his thoughts to the beast, telling it which direction to go. Find her... find Ranewan... The dragon swiveled in mid-air, large wings beating faster as it flew towards where Seele could sense her familiar presence. |
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| Rith | Sun Sep 4, 2005 6:42 pm Post #3 |
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Rith was greatly displeased hear of dropping of her position. Inwardly he believed there was more to it than having none to oppose her and/or following the rules of the other deities. He suspected there was some other force at work, but he had never bother to question her. Shortly after she lost/rretired from her positon, Rith lost contact with her. Oddly enough, her disappearance was met with a malfunction of equipment that prevented him from tracking her. Repairs took time and before Rith could finish with the repairs, he got a formal note Ranewen herself via her crow. In short she wanted him to meet her at dragonspine mountains. He assumed that a simmlar note was given to her other followers or at least those who followed her when she was a goddess. Rith put on his mantle of the Ice mage. It had once held an icy light blue color, but now had been tainted to a purplish color. Other than that Rith need little more to dress for the occassion. He would go in his natural form as ranewen was accustomed to seeing. Rith decided he would take Misery on this outing. He had yet to put the dark phoienex to use, but it had not been so long since her creation. The purplish glow of her dark fire stood out slightly agianst the moonless starlit sky, tooken upon as an ill omen by the occassionaly onlooker. Shortly after reaching the mountains, Rith felt two familiar precenses. One was clearly Ranewen, but the other was one Rith had to think momentarily to recall. It was Seele, the one who had refused his invitation. He had grown stronger since then or so it seemed. Rith had no quarrel with Seele. He was a freind of Ranewen as well, but even if it weren't for that little would change. Rith had made mistakes then and more so was still had reminents of Draco tainting his mind. A pity such a mistake had denied him a valuable resource. |
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| Ranewen | Sun Sep 4, 2005 10:08 pm Post #4 |
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Ranewen smirked. Ah, yes, they’re coming, she said, talking to both of her dragons. One was, in fact riding a dragon. The other, Rith, she didn’t know what he was traveling using. Probably changed his shape or something was her guess. But it mattered not to her. Seele had a shadow dragon, huh? Well, now that was amusing. Renor would have another dragon to follow him around that was, in fact, not twice – if not three – times his size. Sighing, she walked a little, her recently renewed wings dragging upon the ground. She was demonic infused. And therefore, her dead wings had needed time to grow again into wings that would actually be able to lift her up off the ground. Growling to herself, she wished the wings away. And away they went. She also changed her appearance. Instead of looking like the normal Ranewen, she looked like a normal girl. They would only be able to find her now if they were aligned to the Dark. And that’s exactly what she wanted. Her hair was long and dirty blonde, reaching down to the ground. Her eyes were as green as the earth’s grass. She was wearing some sort of tattered nightgown. If once wasn’t smart in the ways of magic, one might be able to think she was a fairy, being that earthly-looking and all. Also because of the wings that came out of her back. But they would know. If they knew her, they would know it was her when they landed. She sat atop the back of Renor Cryso. Alantha was off to confront the other dragons that were living in the Dragonspine Mountains. A smart dragon wouldn’t dare mess with one about twice its size. With a well-aimed swat with Alantha’s deadly claws would be a welcoming to the underworld. She then focused on the matters now. Not on what Alantha was doing. She didn’t care. Whatever he was doing, he was doing well, because she could sense his feeling of happiness. Or at least she thought it was happiness. Or maybe it was amusement. She didn’t know, nor did she care. Ah, well, he’s doing fine… she told herself. Then, she looked to the sky to see her crow coming back. Rith was coming. And then she saw a shadow dragon. So was Seele. |
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| Seele | Mon Sep 5, 2005 2:48 am Post #5 |
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Seele's dragon hovered in front of Ranewan's around thirty yards distant. If he remembered correctly its name was Renor Cryso. Seele quickly forgot about the dragon as he felt that presence again, a strong steady pulse of dark energy from the dragon's mount. Seele directed his pet to extend its neck so that Seele could walk down it like a bridge as to be that much closer to the woman he had once served with all of his heart. Once he stood on the tip of his dragon's snout he bowed deeply. "Lady Ranewan... it has been far too long..." His golden eyes noticed the bare feet. Pale. Petitie. Not like the Ranewan he remembered at all. But no one else could have such an aura that was so dark and deadly you could feel it in the air. No one else was so like Seele. He raised up, looking down on this girl. Her hair was long and the dirty blonde color that barmaids usually preferred. Her nightgown was long and tattered, fairy-like wings sprouting from the center of her back. However, the eyes are what caught Seele. Bright green, so green they seemed to be alive and possess a will of their own. This was not Ranewan's appearance. But Seele could sense magic here, could sense Ranewan's power crackling around this petite form. "Ranewan... you either decided to possess some poor soul once again, or you simply felt like getting a makeover..." The tall elf attempted to hide the small grin on his face but failed miserably. After all, it was not often that you saw one of the darkest beings (or even the darkest) to ever walk Imythess in such a... petite body. It was amusing. |
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| Ranewen | Mon Sep 5, 2005 3:11 am Post #6 |
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(Rith, please don’t beat me since I’m reply before you, but I’m bored. :[) Ranewen smirked as she looked up at the familiar figure. “Yes, my dear Seele, it has been too long. Far too long.” She stood up on the dragons back and then snapped her fingers. And within the blink of an eye, she was back to her normal self. Long black hair, bright golden, sinister eyes, long, dreadful wings that would explain a horrid past that had been covered up, or partially. It was, however, fully ignored by Ranewen. She pitied none nor wanted none’s pity. She liked the way she was. The past was past. Nothing but books and memories could recall it. And nothing could change it. Her clothing, however, was different. It was a black gown, one fit for a Goddess. In fact, it was the dress she wore in her temple. Seele would surely remember it. He was usually there. He had devoted his hear and soul to her. And he was very, very powerful. She was, though, still shorter than he was: by a full head. One shouldn’t take her by her size, though. From a mile away, probably, someone could feel her presence. And she could probably sense theirs if she had really wanted to. Like Seele, for example. “So, you heard my call. Do you know my intentions, too?” she asked him. She smirked, also, at his comment. “Perhaps it was both? I possessed the poor fairy and then wanted a makeover and used her body as mine.” She grinned fully. He still had his humor. She had missed that since they day they went their separate ways. He has the blackest of hearts (besides hers, perhaps), but he had a humor that beat all others. She then lifted her hand which had lay limp at her side for a time. She used her index finger to trace the demonic mark up his right cheek. She smirked at that. “Ah, a mark of the demons…” she said and grinned. Hers were markings upon her neck, which snaked down her back as if the demon was constantly raining black, poisonous rain down her back. She smirked and then let her hand drop back down to her side. She then turned her head towards the direction of Rith, which revealed most of the marking, and then turned back, looking back at Seele. |
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| Seele | Tue Sep 6, 2005 12:24 am Post #7 |
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((OOC: Yeah, sorry Rith. I'm getting bored too. nyah.)) Seele chuckled softly. Usually the only times he chuckled were when he was on a mad killing spree, massacring the peasants. You know, fun stuff like that. But seeing Ranewan again had put him in a good mood. So he chuckled all the same. When she dropped the illusion she looked much the same as she had before her ascension to the post of Goddess. Golden eyes, as bright as his own yet seeming darker, stared up at his face. Although his heigth sometimes gave him a feeling of superiority over some of the lesser beings of Imythess it had never been that way with her. No, she would always be on his level or above it in his eyes. The main difference between her pre-Divine appearance and how she appeared now was the long dress she wore. It had been her outfit of choice during the time he had stayed at her temple. Her wings, proof of the demon she ahd conquered and used its powers as her own, hung loosely from her back like a dreaful cloak. "Unfortunately, I did not have the pleasure of receiving your call..." His eyes glittered with a strange combination of madness and intelligence as he watched her. "But upon feeling your aura... nothing could keep me back..." His grin was feral, a hunter staring at a world ripe for plunder. "But your intentions, oh those I can understand, my dear Ranewan.... if not from prior knowledge of you then from the rage I see in your eyes..." Her pale finger tracing the mark of the demon Seele had merged with made the magic in the mark burn like white fire, spreading up the side of his face slowly. From that small touch he found himself thrown deeper into her strength, her power, her majesty. You will never understand what the world was like without you... Seele, who himself had vyed for the post of God of Darkness, had felt her absence from the land like having a piece of himself ripped out. Darknesses' place in Imythess had slowly been replaced by the worship of other gods, leaving Seele and the few true followers who remained to make up for their lack in numbers. Seele thought all of this as he gently laid a hand on Ranewan's neck, feeling her raw power pulsing in the tatoo on her neck. He let his hand drop to his side, his smile growing broader. "The world will not see what hit them, Milady." He could sense Rith's darkness coming as well. He could remember the aura but could not put a face to it. It was of no importance anyway. With Ranewan back in the land Darkness would once again rise to the top of the world as the only true path to power. |
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| Ranewen | Tue Sep 6, 2005 7:12 pm Post #8 |
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“My army will be a sea of darkness gliding over upon the lands, killing all those who refuse to join. At first, I am sure; we will send a note to the King or Queen and see to it that they understand our terms after a simple attack on the walls. They will feel the power like no other. They will feel us coming from miles away. They will be able to know where we are. But they will not be able to enter these lands I call my own. The dragons watch over us, Seele. There will be no possible way that they can stop us. It’ll be impossible to reach us. These dragons almost have the powers of Alantha Gorgorath.” With that, a smirk came to her face. They were untouchable. It was almost like her whole army would be made of gods. The only time they would be able to be attacked would be when they left. And then, they would move swiftly and silently like a sea of darkness sneaking up on cities much larger than themselves. They would then make a small assault on the city, the rest of their army in hiding. Then, they would offer the king and queen a chance to save their city and people and not have a war. A war which they would lose and Ranewen and her army would win. She could see it now: the brilliant-colored dragons flying above, terrifying the people below them. Alantha would be using magic, and then eventually fall back from the city and let a small troop go in with a written paper from Ranewen herself. She grinned and then snapped back to reality to be looking at Seele. His hand had just dropped to his side. She was aware of the fact that he had touched her marking. Of course, it burned, but it was nothing new. She welcomed it. And with that touch, she sent her Vision to him: a vision of glory. “And, my dear Seele, may I ask what city it is that you would want besides Taras? I believe I have someone else taking control of Taras once we have it within our grasp. I could give you Balefire if you wanted. I’m sure they’ll give in easily. Of course, if you want a more important city, I could let you have that. It’s your choice of what you want.” She grinned and then looked over to the left where Rith was coming from. She then turned back to Seele, her arms crossed. She wasn’t mad or anything. It was just the way she stood normally. |
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| Rith | Wed Sep 7, 2005 3:12 am Post #9 |
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It was not long before Rith came upon the group. Misery landed gracefully by the couple. Misery was dwarfed by the the dragons, standing only a little taller Seele. Rith got off and walked down to the ground as if an invisble staircase was set next to his steed. Rith was dressed well enough to be considered a young prince, and amongst Ranewen and Seele, looked more like he was the victim of the night or kidnapped child rather than one who was actually working with them. "It is good to see you are well, Ranewen. The world has been noticable dull without you," Rith greeted as he descended to the ground while adjusting the fine black gloves on his hands. "And I do not think we have been formerly introduced, Seele. I am Rith," Rith said turning his attention to Seele. A faint smile came upon Rith's lips. He wondered if this would be all to show up. He knew that it was highly possible that Phedre would not be able to make it, but that mattered little, what Rith found out she would know. The three of them was just as good a start as any. It would build from there. The ex-goddess would definately do well to attract a considerable force. (bleh, Sorry it's short) |
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| Seele | Thu Sep 8, 2005 2:35 am Post #10 |
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Seele glanced down at Rith, golden eyes seeming to glow for an instant. He had not remembered the aura immediately, but that smooth voice... "Rith... I remember you..." He raised a hand out of the tattered cloak, pushing back the wide brim of the crooked hat. "You... that fortune teller..." Seele's lips curled into a small smile. "That hut was rather brittle, was it not? Ah, it matters not. Then I was still growing accustomed to my powers. Now I am not." Seele's hand curled over his left eye for a moment, the palm glowing slightly with darkness. When he lowered the fading hand the marks around his left eye were pulsing with dark flames that slowly died down. He did not explain the action, simply sighing softly before speaking again. "Your vision Ranewan... it reflects what I myself had in plan for this land..." His grin grew broader, perfect white teeth showing inbetween his lips. "Death will rain from the sky... shadows will control the ground... darkness will rule the day..." He pushed the silvery blue hair out of his face, one glimpse of the crazed eyes showing before his features were once again swallowed by the shade of his hat. "In fact, I recently experimented in Balefire with similar intentions... however, my plan had a small, fatal flaw..." He cackled. "That city would do nicely. The City of Lanterns needs to learn to remember the darkness..." Seele waved a dismissive hand backwards. The large shadow dragon nodded and jumped backwards off of the sheer cliff of the mountain top, wings flapping silently. The wind from the wings caused Seele's hair and robes to flutter in the air before the dragon dived into the shadows of the range, disappearing instantly into the dark. |
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| Ranewen | Thu Sep 8, 2005 7:32 pm Post #11 |
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Ranewen grinned as she saw Rith. “Rith, m’dear, it’s a pleasure seeing you again. And it feels great to have come back from the Abyss. Thankfully, I had enough mortal powers to get me out. After being taken away from my position…but by the end of this war, I swear on life and death and the Abyss, I will be back to power. Whether by force or not.” She grinned and looked at Seele’s marking. It burned with darkness. He had seen her Vision. And he had had the same? Well, that was interesting. Perhaps she had sent it to him while in the Abyss. She had tried her hardest to, in case she couldn’t get out. But she did, and here she stood. The dragon, then, had dove off, which picked up and danced with her robes, pushing them back against her small, slender frame. Her hair danced with the wind as well, before it died down and then lay against her shoulders as if nothing had ever happened. “Interesting it is that you say you had the same Vision. Perhaps it was a Vision I sent you to start my work if I didn’t return.” She then smiled a horrible smile. Horrible yet beautiful; gorgeous yet ugly, was her smile. It showed her bright white teeth. They, too (like Seele’s) were perfect. Hers, however, were deadly looking. Her canines formed two jagged points, as deadly as the sharpest dagger. However, they weren’t used for killing. True enough, Ranewen was partially a vampire, but she didn’t feed on people physically. She just took their souls and placed them in the river, which wound around where her temple once sat. Now, it sat: empty and lonely, making it look much like a haunted mansion of some sort. Perhaps people even made storied about it if someone stumbled upon it. Perhaps they told their children of the Goddess of Darkness who used to live there, but had disappeared mysteriously. They might have told their children that they, too, would disappear if they followed that path. Unless they were of Darkness, they would say that her ghost still wanders around it, for most people thought she had somehow died, even though she was immortal. Snapping back to reality she looked around, watching as the dragon flew away, diving over the side of the cliff, swallowed by darkness soon enough. She then let her eyes rest on both that of Rith and that of Seele. “What mark do you want? That way, I know that it is you. You never know, in this war, what people might do to try and kill me. They might even try to cheat and become a look alike. Also, to make a symbol for the army, for black armor will not be enough. There might be imposters, so you never know. We have to be careful these days,” she said and grinned at both of them. |
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| Rith | Sat Sep 10, 2005 12:33 am Post #12 |
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"You are correct in your first two statements, and I am quite sure that I will time for me to find the third is well stated," Rith replied with a slight smile. Rith was not neither surprised by the length it took Seele to recognize him, nor the fact that he was able to even do so. He had expected as much though Rith's looks varied tremendously form the night of their first meeting. His voice was simmilar but on the night of their first meeting it was not tainted by Rith's childish form. Misery apperently lost intrest in the conversation as she nesteled herself restfully against the ground shortly after Rith was greeted by both Ranewen and Seele. The dark fire of her feathers illuminated her form but did not dispell the darkness surrounded her. Rith was surprised when she said she was in the abyss. He hadn't quite expected that she had been there all this time. Perhaps thats was the cause of the malfunction of the equipment. they weren't quite fit to scan the abyss. They only functioned on a few planes, mainly the elemental. As to what threw of his divinations was a mystery with no answers save that the spell was not very reliable. If he had found her there wass little he could do. The portals wouldn't be operational for a decent amount of time and he could summon her, like he did skorne as Ranewen was not a demon. "The Abyss, plane of demons, the lawless eternal battle field... I should hope you didn't enjoy yourself overmuch," Rith smiled slyly. The Abyss was in fact a place that few could call enjoyable. Afterall, few liked the threat of death continually hanging overhead with every moment of every day. Depsite this there were those who took a liking to the place, beings of power capable of surmounting the challenges of the abyss. Rith was curious as to what Seele had done with his hand and why, but it was apparently an unimportant detail at the moment. There were more important things to discuss. His vision wasn't quite one of them. What he despribed was simple and to say the least cliche. It did differ from his own goals, but only lacked a few details which Rith found important for at least himself. Rith pondered breifly when Ranewen began to speak of buisness. "One would certainly need to be resourceful to connect me to you, and even more resourceful to pose as me, but you do have a point. I shall bear the mark of the Third Eye, also known as the Dark Eye," Rith said raising his right hand. Rith held his hand so that the back of his gloved hand was visible. A familiar symbol traced upon his glove in a deep purple light. It was the same eye that had been used with his fortunetelling. The glowing symbol faded after giving them a good enough time to look at it and Rith returned his hand to his side. "As for the army, I have a feeling that Seele has something interesting in mind," Rith smiled turning his head to Seele. Rith had something in mind, but he did indeed have a feeling that Seele's idea might be more worthwhile. |
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| Seele | Sat Sep 10, 2005 4:02 am Post #13 |
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((OOC: An idea for an army? You loser. Throw responsibility on me. :P)) "A marking..." His voice was quiet and filled with a malicious joy. "A marking drawn upon their skin. A marking that could only be drawn by one of pure darkness. That is how we shall know our soldiers. We shall raise an army of living and dead... real and spiritual... and all shall be marked." He held up one pale hand, a long finger sketching a sign in the night air. The symbol appeared as a line of dark purple fire. In the center was a small dot, surrounded by a curving line on one side that looked similar to a crescent moon. This curve angled back sharply into a line that ascended upwards into a simple demonic symbol. One of the most commonly used words in the language of the Abyss, one that only one who had visited that plane would be able to read. "I shall bear... the Mark of the Doomed..." Seele grinned and waved a hand through the symbol, letting the purple fire curl around his hand before disappearing into the air. The symbol appeared on the back of his right hand, in the exact same spot as Rith's own marking. It slowly faded from pure black to barely visible before disappearing into his skin. "This is how we will recognize ourselves. Only those we have deemed worthy will be honored with these marks. Any who cannot handle its power..." He shrugged dismissively. "We kill." He spoke as if everyone else was not a individual but instead a game piece to be discarded at will. "As for our armies..." Seele frowned slightly. Yes, he had ideas. But they were raw and unrefined. By himself it would have taken years to accumulate the necessary materials for this operation, maybe even centuries. But with Ranewan and Rith on his side they no longer needed to wait. "Find the dregs of the world... those who are unloved and unwanted, those that no one will notice... when they disappear..." His frown slowly curled up into a thin, tight smile. "Eliminate their minds... instead let demons from the Abyss dwell there, sink their claws into soft, warm flesh... and then bring the dead to do our will. Bind each with a fallen soldier... create armor of bone that protects from things both physical and magical..." His grin grew broader. "A combination of three planes. Living, Dead, and Demonic. Bound to our wills. Invincible. They shall be our soldiers that reconquer the world." |
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| Ranewen | Sat Sep 10, 2005 3:14 pm Post #14 |
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Ranewen nodded her head at all of their ides. They had good ones. Their marks were good. And no one else would know them. Only them; and them only. Unless of course she allowed more of her Chosen in as Commanders. Her Floh’l Del Oloth would be the only ones allowed of high ranking with beautifully constructed bone armor. Yes, he was correct, Seele was. But when wasn’t he? The bone armor would work perfectly. But they’d have faults. Healing magic would probably do damage to them. Weapons blessed by the hand of the Gods against them would be able to cut through the bone like normal armor. But still, his idea world work nicely and to the point. She, then, lifted up her left hand, drawing a heart in the air with a triangle starting from where each half of the heart met when it curved down. Then, around it she drew a circle. And on top of all of it, she drew a star. She grinned and waved the back of her right hand through it, then let her sleeve slip over the mark. “And that my mark shall be. As for your idea, Seele, I love it. But the perfect armor has its fault. A god’s weapon can pierce the armor… A weapon touched by the hand – or blessed – can cut through it at the person’s will. Then again, when I regain my status—and I assure you, I shall—I will bless our own weapons to cut through their armor. Sadly, I know nothing of the armor they may use. But for the first attack, which will be the strongest, they will be caught…unaware.” She grinned and crossed her arms across her chest and looked from one to the other. “Our first attack shall consist of the dragons first. Then, our armies will swarm upon them—whether living or dead—and slaughter all in path. When we have part of the city destroyed that we will attack, we will offer the city a chance to surrender and give us the city. If they refuse, we will do it again. And then another chance. And after that, nothing survives but the buildings. All people will be sought out of killed if they refuse to be taken as prisoners. And then we will pull back and recruit even more people. Our first target, I think, should be Kellen. A small village to taste our power. Out last target, I believe, will be Taras. We need a challenge. And there, their Gods are strong.” She then took in a breath and stopped, giving them a chance to talk. But that was how this war was going to go. They’d give the cities chances to hand over to them and fall into their evil ways. The time of Evil had come. The time of Light has ended. Ranewen knew it. She was sure the other Gods new it, too. |
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| Rith | Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:13 am Post #15 |
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Rith smiled as his hunch was proved correct. Seele's idea was a good one. It would lessesn the chance of some one duplicating the Mark. Seele also had good ideas for the Army, aside from the mark aswell. Time was of the essence. The sooner they gathered and replinished the Army the better. The armors of bone aslo held their consequences as Raenwen did well to add shortly after showing her own Mark. Their enemies, though, would not make common use of the weakness till the dieties got involved. "While Kellen would be the easiest of all to strike, I beleive it would be a sore waste of the advantage of surprise. Taking on Istan first would facilate things more. Istan's army is second only to Taras. The element of surprise will allow us to wipe out much of their army with ease. The success of our attack will not only hold fear in our enemies, but shall also aid in recruiting. It will be harder than attacking Kellen first, but the rewards will be great for doing so. Taras should indeed be saved for last. It is the best way to ensure that we have two less goddess in our way. When it finnaly comes down to Taras, prehaps we will have found a way to take Taras without interference from the two goddess. My main worry is Vernnona. I may be in good standing with Varila, but if her good freind claims us as enemies then, I am sure that good standing I have will not last long," Rith explained as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He hoped they could avoid making Varila an enemy. Both for his own reasons and for the war. If all of the Deities claimed them as enemies, then it would make things difficult even if the dieties did not lift a hand against them. |
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