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Post by Kronomas on Jan 26, 2005 19:30:14 GMT -5
Ragoth rested for a while before he began his journey to get the Molingol Armies. The Molingols live past the sifturian desert, at the molingol river basin. The feilds are fertile and their civilization thrives near the river and in the middle. But the land is war torn in the south by barbarians and in the north orcs and dragon. But the orcs are almost extinct up in the morth thanks to dragons. And the snowshoe elves and the molongols together are eliminating the barbarian tribes ever so slowly. But for now, our tale lis with Ragoth and his quest to go gather another 50,000 troops. He'll need them. He spoke with their king and he only got 45,000 troopa, but that was good enough. On the way back about 2,000 southern chantillians and mountain men joined with them. Halfway back he stopped in the Snowtop mountains where he had a few snow giant friends and some snow/ice dragons that he raised and let loose there. He got about 200 giants and 50 ice dragons. Well, I did it. Every country has been emptied out in order to provide troops. Heh, orc scum...and Jerassi is mine." Ragoth muttered
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Post by Amry on Jan 28, 2005 18:24:37 GMT -5
The Orc army is complete, with reserves, but Jerrassi hasn't moved from the cave, her only movement when she pulls in more air or shapes something. Finally, she is through - or, almost.
The wind is allowed to leave the cave, though it will blow out soon, hindered as it is by the essence of earth still clinging to it. She stands, stretching limbs unused for weeks painfully, and crosses the cave to the lake. Its surface is smooth and clear as glass, and a large rock protrudes over the center. Jerrassi ascends this and stands over Lodon's largest natural scrying glass.
She makes a few motions and the surface turns even glassier. Soon, a blurry image takes form, but nothing can be discerned from it. Impatiently, Jerrassi makes the motions again, this time adding a short, sharp command at the end, but to no avail. The image ripples and is still.
Really angry now, the sorceress probes the lake with a small shovel of wind, the clarifying element. She finds essence of magical creatues, elves and dragons. Easy. Removing a tiny drop of each element from her surroundings, shs aims for the center of the image and drops the elemental pebble. The ripples it causes clear the image like smoothing out a tablecloth.
Ragoth has an army. How interesting. If there were dragons involved... but two could play at that game. Allowing the image to sink back into the glassy lake surface, Jerrassi seats herself once more and drags evey ounce of fire she can obtain with her power into the cavern until it is a veritable inferno. Before it escapes her power and roasts her alive, she snatches at a stray breath of wind from outside and pulls it into the fire, adding more and more. Finally, she shapes it with her hands, until a large dragon stands before her.
Of course, it's a fake. But it will be all the bait needed to draw in real mountain dragons, wild ones, creatures made of wind, fire, and the one thing that Jerrassi could not simulate with her magic - the spark of life. She sends it out and allows herself to sleep, curled up in the cavern, until its return.
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Post by Kronomas on Jan 28, 2005 22:38:12 GMT -5
Ragoth had been on his way back when he decided to stop by the black sand coast in the chantillian kingdom. He had a few sea faring friends up there who had troops. He recruited another 8,500 troops along with 500 galleons incase a full scale retreat was needed.
He then returned to Lodon City where the place was packed full. He watched as troops got ready, the wall was strenghtened, and make shift towers built. They would be entirly ready to wipe the orcs off the face of this earth. He had a huge army, all under his control. Except for some who would be under Gwy's control.
Down below, makeshift wooden walls were being put up with matel reinforcement to hold them back for a little while. And there were also many traps unseen by Jerassi.
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Post by Amry on Jan 29, 2005 10:41:52 GMT -5
While waiting on her dragons, Jerrassi examines her army and reinforcements. The 100,000 main fighters were all slightly taller then her usual preference for Orcs, and perhaps not quite as muscular, but quicker and more intelligent. The hawk-demon from the valley has grown even more, now almost twice her own height, with sharp talons and a cruel beak. She sets a wind homunculus to training it while she checks on the progress of the war machines other homunculi are building. There are catapults that will hurl huge blasts of invisible elemental force, spikes that will set themsleves under the feet of an approcahing army, and her pride and joy, the enormous mechanical dragon crafted with metal and fire and a hide six inches thick.
Presently, a scuffle breaks out at the front of the cave. Jerrassi hurries there and finds her counterfeit dragon with a train of ten mountain dragons behind it. The wild ones are angrily attacking the Orcs littered about the cave's mouth - precious soldiers.
With a whistle, she brings her hawk to her aid and chases the Orcs out, deeper into the caverns. Sitting astride the Hawk, she approaches the dragons and makes her peace. [glow=pink,2,300]Are dragons sentient? I'll just skip any conversation. Assume I have ten large, wild mountain dragons under my control.[/glow]
Her army is ready. She waits only on the word of Ragoth that the battle has begun.
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Post by Kronomas on Jan 29, 2005 11:37:06 GMT -5
Ragtoh...having placed his troops along the wall, set his traps unknown by jerassi, and readied his defenses, awaits on Gwy's return for this battle to begin.
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Post by Amry on Jan 29, 2005 19:03:24 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]So... the battle begins now?[/glow]
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Post by Kronomas on Jan 30, 2005 10:21:36 GMT -5
Ragoth, waiting on Gwy to come into the gates with his division, wonders frantically where he is.
[glow=red,2,300]I wanna wait for him cuz itd be a beteer battle.[/glow]
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Post by Amry on Jan 30, 2005 11:57:57 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Indeed. We'll wait... [/glow]
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Post by Kronomas on Jan 30, 2005 17:36:16 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]let the waiting commence[/glow]
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Post by DavidBruce on Jan 30, 2005 21:16:25 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]can i wait with you ?[/glow]
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Post by Amry on Jan 31, 2005 17:40:20 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Sure! The more the merrier. Perhaps you can join Ragoth and then desert and send a spy to report to me exactly where his traps are... *shutting up*[/glow]
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Post by Kronomas on Jan 31, 2005 18:19:00 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]no no...dont do that...b/c these traps r good ones...very good ones.... lol..but yea...lets all wait...NOW![/glow]
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Post by Kimnas on Feb 1, 2005 8:11:33 GMT -5
Sorry, I am back now. I will try to role play more. Just a question, Sarah, what are homonculus or whatever they are called? You're minions or something? And Ragoth, you do know that your army is about 154,750 creatures strong? That's ginormas! lol, I'm going to take 50,000 as your second-in-command advisor. Hope you don't mind.
Gwy had been given the permission from Ragoth, or so Gwy had heard, that he could pick 50,000 of whatever troops he chose. Gwy, of course, went about that large job, a few days before the battle was supposed to start. He watched the men train and he began calling forth men he liked, listening to each one of their thoughts and deciding whether he wanted them under him. Gwy, unlike many other generals, could hear fear in the men's thoughts. In no more than one minute he could determine whether a man should serve under him, how he should serve, where he should serve, and with what weapons he should serve.
At the end of Gwy's deciding on his men, he had 50,000 just as Ragoth had allowed him. They consisted of Riders from Siftura, Sailors from the Black Sand Coast, his men from Ristop, and many of his old comrades from Dunton with whom he had fought along side before. His army was ready.
Gwy seemed to have appeared right next to Ragoth along the wall.
"I was speaking with my men, sorry for my delay. Are we ready?"
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Post by Amry on Feb 1, 2005 18:37:23 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300] Sorry if homunculi aren't Lodon-ish, but you really can't have elements and no homunculi. Homunculus, plural homunculi: small humanoid creatures derived by alchemy or magic from a non-magical substance. Traditionally, crabs or bugs are used to make homunculi, but I made mine from elements. They're generally small and set to do human tasks. My Orcs and hawk are not homunculi, but I can't remember exactly why. Homunculi are specialized, I guess; you know, one trains the hawk, others build war machines, but one wouldn't be fit to perform another's task. Make sense? OK, you people have, like, 200,000 people to my 100,000. I know I'm going to lose, but I don't want to be completely blown away in the first five minutes. Allow me to muster, I'll be along to fight in a bit. [/glow] Jerrassi's Orcs are all in fighting position, her marvelous hawk is fully ten feet tall and perfectly trained, the dragons wait only on her command - but there is still a section of her army missing. Sitting on her hawk again, she alternately swoops up into the sky to see if her secret mountain paths are occupied by the late soldiers and dives into the ranks of Orcs to check discipline for the hundredth time. Hours pass, and the sorceress becoms extremely impatient. Soon she is idly zapping small rodents with short blasts of fire to pass the time.
Suddenly, the wind picks up. The air grows hotter even as it becomes more humid. The trees shiver slightly, but against the wind.
This is what Jerrassi is waiting for. She jumps off her hawk but does not bother to raise an elemental barrier. Such a measure would be useless against the things now taking form around the cave mouth.
Elementals, beings made entirely out of elemental essence are manifesting themsleves everywhere. Jerrassi watches impassively as humanoid things appear around her. The wind elementals, with their long suggested yellow hair always blowing in an invisible breeze; the fire elementals, with temper written all over their faces and wild red hair; water, shaped as beautiful women with flowing form and grace; and earth, consisting of rough men and women with browned skin and primitive expressions. A fire elemental, taller than his fellows, approaches the sorceress and bows. Jerrassi does nothing. Took you long enough, She snaps. How many of you are there? The fire elemental looks irritated, but says levelly, About twenty thousand. All you'll need and then some. Now, where is our place in line? Trust a fire elemental to skip the formalities and get right to the battle. Jerrassi points to the back. You're our little surprise. They're not expecting anything but Orcs. The elemental nods and calls to his people, who drift after him to their place.
Now, the battle can begin. Jerrassi throws up her mental blocks, forcing Gwy's psychic presence away from her plans, and leads her army down the pass to where Ragoth's men wait to die.
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Post by Zinroth on Feb 2, 2005 18:03:37 GMT -5
((Amry I have a quick question, can I play one of my own dragons, and have him/her be on your side?! I'm going to be dualing charries here and there and stuff, and I'd been wondering that for a while. Lol.. it wouldn't be one shaped the way you normally do, though. o-o We could say you woo'ed her with your powers or she just hates humans (because she does) or something to that extent. o-O
And sorry for the absence of Rai. I'm just gonna do a short re-enter post and try to keep up. Sowwy >__>; ))
Shifting her eyes lightly Rai turned. She'd found her way away during the the battle. She sort of felt bad about that. But, still, there was another one to come. So as long as she helped a lot in there it'd make up, right?
She had a small gash from her elbow up to her shoulder. She didn't pay much attention to it though. She'd been in much worse conditions before. One gash wouldn't even dent her much now. It's not like it was the end of the world or anything. "You're all too slow."
((It'll probably make more sense later. Bare with me, 'kay..))
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