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  • #76
    Several days had passed since the bombing in Mayheath. His morning report was brought in and Asar's wicked smile faded away to a solemn frown. "What's wrong?" The Commander asked.

    "It seems that the Fiends are regaining power. The report says that Mayheath is besieged by a Fiend fleet. The estimation is that it'll fall in several days. This isn't good. We need to increase the training."
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    • #77
      Julius looked at the map. He needed to act and quickly. He moved to his carrier pigeons and wrote a note, sending it to Asar's fortress.

      Asar, I write to inform you of humanities' issues. We are losing this empire, this world. The Fiends are back, killing thousands across the countryside, and the Elves are attacking us. I am guessing it is payback for my Great-Grandfathers wondrous work. It will only be a matter of time until the Dwarves join in, the Empire needs your help. If you do, you will be greatly rewarded, and your goal of humanity as the only race in this world may yet become a reality. March your troops to the Thyran Encampment, word will be sent expecting you arrival. In two days, humanities rise will begin again.
      ~Lord Julius Tyrus IV

      Julius attached the letter to the bird and sent him away, he began to write another letter to the Thyran Encampment's leader.

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      • #78
        (Lol, where's this encampment? XD)
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        • #79
          (I posted a map yesterday, it's on page 7!)

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          • #80
            (Lol that's page 2 for me XD)
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            • #81
              'Battles means death. Death means corpses. And that was quite a battle.' Keiran thought to himself. 'sequi et tueri' He muttered, sending a pulse of power through the thread connecting him to the husk of what had been his guard. It drew its sword and stayed at his heels as he sneaked through the city, looking for the battlefield. The guard still looked normal enough that the cowering citizens wouldn't question it, and none dared interfere with the robed man.
              They eventually made it to the docks where the fiends had invaded, the ground still littered with the bodies of the dead, sons and fathers, sacrifices so others might live a few breaths longer, raw materials.
              Keiran spread his arms and black smoke curled into his hands, coming together into a swirling ball that sucked in light. Lines of dark lightning trailed from his fingers and into the bodies strew on the ground, human and fiend alike, enveloping them in a dark aura. One by one they staggered up and assembled around him, clothes turning black and steel brightening to silver. Keiran flicked his fingers and his army raised their weapons in the air, screaming into the sky.

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              • #82
                Natalya looked back as she fled, grimacing as she saw the flames. "Men are such barbarians. Taking out thier anger on everyone around them, when they did nothing wrong." She kicked her horse into a full-out gallop, Pizkre's head bouncing against her leg in its makeshift bag. She didn't stop until she reached the stables where she had borrowed the horse from. Leaving the horse at the stable door for the stableboy to take care of, she slipped through the shadows up to Lord Tyrus's office and silently slipped inside. "It's done."

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                • #83
                  Julius looked up from his desk. Natalya was not in sight.

                  Julius: The head and necklace?

                  He looked back down to the map.

                  Meanwhile:

                  Vic sat upon his majestic horse, covered in his Tribal Armor and wrapped in a fur coat his Priests gave to him before the invasion. It was hot, the heat from the burning buildings flowing through the air. He smiled and rode through the city, the first two levels were under Fiend control, they had one level to go.

                  The Castle-yard, where 2000 troops, 3000 civilians, and one Legatus stood in their way of claiming the human capital. The Fiends were slaughtering thousands by the day everywhere else, they were close to controlling the entire Northern half of the Tyrus Empire.

                  Vic strode through the walls, checking on his soldiers who had taken "prizes" throughout the battle. Less than 1500 dead for his side, he was happy with the numbers and once the word reached home that they had taken the Capital the other tribes who revolted a few years ago would come back, and he's had another few thousand men to defeat the humans.

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                  • #84
                    The sound of thousands of booted feet marching in sync reached its way to the encampment around the third level of Mayhearth, and the fiend soldiers stared as an army at least two thousands strong swarmed across the streets and up to the edge of the territory the fiends had claimed then stood there, silent.
                    The black-clad crowd parted to let a platoon through to the front, their leader flying a white flag. A messenger walked out in front of them and said in a pitchless monotone, "We demand council with your commander to make our demands known."
                    Last edited by Theo Gren; 08-12-2012, 11:44 PM.

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                    • #85
                      Vic was not far from the messenger. He strode forward atop his horse and spoke to the messenger. You are in no position to make demands! Vic laughed and the continued, What do you ask of me?

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                      • #86
                        The messenger pulled back his hood, showing a bleached white skull grinning at him. The blue lights in its eye sockets flared brighter as it spoke.
                        "We demand that after your conquest of Mayhearth, you surrender it to us and move your troops out of the city. Surrender Mayhearth to us, and we will not harm you. We will not stop your cause. We will assist with the taking of the Castle. Do this, and you will survive.

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                        • #87
                          Vic looked at the man in front of him, his face void of all expression, his eyes flaring, but only with cold and darkness. Vic would not take this, he would have the city, and his army of Fiends would take it. I shall not accept these terms...this city is mine. Vic paused and strode up to the messenger, glaring down at him he spoke heartlessly, This day does not belong to some petty army of undead. It does not belong to you or whoever rose you out of the afterlife. It belongs to us, the conquerers! The Fiends behind him cheered as he grabbed his axe from his side. It belongs to my people! My people who were slaughtered by the humans, whose Gods looked down on us and did not care for our genocide. It belongs to the Fiends of Baeli, to the King of the Fiends and his army!

                          Vic brought his axe upwards, and then slammed it down in one smooth motion against the messengers head, decapitating him.

                          Kill this army, and then move to the castle yard and kill any who defy you!

                          With those final words the Fiend army charged the undead, and began to slaughter them as the undead were outnumbered 7 to 1.

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                          • #88
                            Keiran saw the charge and swore, gathering magic into a pair of energy blasts.

                            "Remember this day when your armies rot and you rule a wasteland. We fall now, but how many times can you kill us?" Keiran whispered, the army roaring it out. He felt countless bodies fall, hundreds of links break, and made a decision. "We run. Now." He said, his forces splitting apart to give him and his guards a path away, massing behind him to stop any who tried to follow.

                            After his escape, Keiran looked out over the battlefield from a guard tower. 'That could not have gone any worse.' He thought, idly running his fingers along the tattoos on his arm. 'What was I even hoping to do?'
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                            • #89
                              The battle continued to rage after Kieran's escape.

                              Vic strode through the army of undead, chopping heads off with his ancient axes. His guard barely keeping up with him and killing any others.

                              Soon, the Fiend army prevailed over the undead and began their push to the castle yard for the last time. The battering ram was pushed to the gate, and Vic watched his forces begin to destroy the walls, gates, and all the men.

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                              • #90
                                Natalya slipped the necklace from her pocket, slipping out of the shadows as she did so. She set the necklace on the desk in front of him, then untied the makeshift bag and laid it open on the desk to reveal Pizkre's head. "He never suspected a thing. He thought I was just another wench. He even got into an arguement with his guards, telling them I was just a harmless wench. 'T'was quite amusing, actually."

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