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[Dwarfaholic]

Name a vampire "Urist". That will be my vampire.

[Strife26]

Thoughts Of Former Dwarf Odeseus:               We Are Under Attack From Elves. I Feel My Breathing Speeding Up. Vampires Do Posses The Flight Or Fight Response. I Will Have To Make Note Of It.

[Strife26]

Further Thoughts:                      After That Chant, The Elves Don't Stand A Chance. I Will Try To Kill As Many In Such A Way So They Can Not Be Brought Back. I Hope On One Notices.

[Asheron]

OOC: Dwarfaholic, you are added.
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Back to the story.

---UyU---

The rain of bolts and arrows ripped through the weak elven armour, throwing the elven front line into disarray. Many recieved mortal wounds, and many others were gravely injured.
Two other salvo's seared through the air and decapitated, lopped or breaked bones and limbs before the elves arrived at the walls. But without siege weapons, how would they ever scale the walls?
But suddenly and out of nowhere, roots grew in front of Othono's walls.
Druid magic! Different elves, wielding oddly shaped staffs were casting spells, causing the roots to grew. Soon, the elves would have their own improvised ladders.
Bren would make short work of these druids.
"ARCHERS! SHOOT THOSE DRUIDS!"
But just as the archers took aim, an elven volley of arrows came crashing on them.
"TAKE COVER!"
Although less devastating then their rangers, the first of Othono's blood was spilled.
Meanwhile, the roots in front of the walls had continue to grow on a insanely fast pace. Although the elves were in a disadvantage, having to fight on unstable ground, their numbers grew quicker then they could slay them.
Three elves climbed on top of the root just in front of him. Finally, he could have some elven blood. He lopped off the head of the first elf that came rushing towards him, pushed the headless corpse back to his brothers, causing the second elf to fall off the root, into the spear of one of his comrades.
The third elf jumped with incredible agility just in front of him.
Bren slashed upwards with his blade, cutting the elf's right arm while he dodged the spear thrust of the elf.
The force of the blow forced the elf on the ground, and after a few parried strikes, Bren hitted the elf right in the chest.
As he pulled his sword outwards, the elven horns sounded again. Bren looked up.
An ent!
One of the druids had awakened one of the only surviving trees around the fortress. Slow, it picked up a huge stone and prepared itself to throw it into the gate wall.
Bren shouted to Apug. "APUG! ENT!"
Apug, who had just dislodged both arms of an elf soldier, looked at the ent in horror.
"GET DOWN!"
The ent hurled the stone, but in mid-air, a large fireball hitted it, hampering its speed, and causing it to crash into a group of elves instead of Othono's walls.
Bren looked up surprised.
"The Nightbringer!" one of the elves shouted, and an entire salvo of arrows flew right towards him.
But with just a small gesture, the arrows burned away.
Different druids in the back of the crowd started casting spells at him.
The Nightbringer flew closer to him, and soon the druids and the Nightbringer were exchanging fireballs and green bolts of light.
Meanwhile, more elves climbed up the roots and mixed themselves into the fray.
These elves were more experienced then their former brothers, and he saw different of his apprentices fall to the ground, leaving gaps for more elves.
Time to bring in some magic of his own as well.
After throwing a small dagger right into the throat of an elven swordsmen, he held up his hand and chanted some magical words.
A small gust of wind emerged from his hand, throwing off different elves from the walls.
Bren made use of this welcome pause by taking a quick look at the gate wall.
Apug and the other founding acolytes were still alive, but he saw different bodies of their own.
His short pause ended abruptly as an elf wearing metal armour jumped in front of him. Metal armour? Unusual for elves...
After a minute of fighting him, he finally managed to kill him by chopping off his right leg and then planting his sword into his head.
These warriors were skilled.
The battle continued, and the walls of Othono were painted in blood. The walls of bodies matched Othono's walls, but the defenders held their ground. Those who were wounded or slain were carried away and replaced by undead, and minutes passed. But the minutes felt like hours, and even Bren became exhausted of all the fighting.
More elves cladded in metal armour sieged the walls, and especially Apug's wall was weakened.
The Nightbringer had defeated many druids by now, and he was busy engaging the elven hero. Gatrick would not be able to help them.
Another acolyte fell to the ground, and Apug's situation was becoming dire. If only he could get to there...
But then, Ramkal appeared in the corner of his eye.
"RAMKAL! COME HERE!"
Ramkal flew past him, and with a dared jump, Bren landed right on top of his back.
"To the gate, Ramkal!"
Ramkal roared and dived towards Apug's wall.
Bren could feel the adrenaline in his body. As if he was under a spell, he began fighting with renewed vigor and fury, chopping and slashing through the elven ranks, causing terror under the attackers.
Suddenly, he saw an elf cladded in gold armour. The general?
He turned Ramkal towards him, and they dived towards him.
Ramkal pierced the general with his halberd, then flew upwards, with the elf still attached to the weapon.
Bren leaned forward and ended the elf's live with a quick swipe of his blade, and then pushed him from the halberd, now coated in blood.
As he looked down, he saw - to his surprise - how little was left of the massive elven horde. Ramkal roared again, this time more vicious then ever.
The elves who looked up must have been frightened to death when they saw their own general plummet to his death, with an undead archangel roaring at them in the background.
Dismoralled, the elves at the gate wall started to rout, causing a cascade of panic and chaos. Soon after that, all but the last druids at the northern wall started to rout too.
"RUN! THE GENERAL HAS FALLEN! WE CANNOT WIN THIS FIGHT!"
Bren smiled. Victory! But at what cost?
He and Ramkal landed on Othono's courtyard. Those who were still standing were busy shooting the routing elves, the others walked, or in some cases, crawled, towards their wounded brothers to help them.
And as the Nightbringer killed the last druid, the roots around the walls dissapeared with the same unnatural speed as they appeared.
The defenders of Othono cheered.
"Victory to the house of nights!"
"Victory!"
The Nightbringer landed next to him.
"Well, well. That was quite the battle. Good fighting, Bren. I didn't knew you were such a proficient flyer."
"I have hidden talents, you know."
"Remarkable talents. Ah well, I suppose it is time to clean up this place. We don't want to recieve those humans in a filthy fort, do we?"

[ April 16, 2008: Message edited by: Asheron ]

[Istrian]

OOC : Who fought in the siege ? Who died ? I'm only asking about named characters.

[Asheron]

Diary of Apug Agemin, 11th of Slate, 1051.

Bren has asked me to record all damage and casualties. By the look of it, we were hit quite badly.

Apug Agemin : Survived. Wounds: Various scratches and flesh wounds.
Donnigan Iborebka : Survived. Wounds: A bad gash in his right leg.
Udal Gustemthina : Died honorably in battle.
Belza Sedastab: Died honorably in battle.
Gisep Pujaissha: Survived, but will likely succumb to her wounds.
Osda Strospisinur: Survived. Wounds: none.
Fang Inoconu: Survived. Wounds: lost his right ear. Various minor wounds.
Istria Uriruslig: Survived. Wounds: has different bad gashes.
Sula Edinescu: Survived. Wounds: none.
Ushcen Abliura: Died honorably in battle.
Urist Illudlide: Survived. Wounds: none.
Nitho Dotoisi: Died honorably in battle.
Anu Uceino: Died honorably in battle.
Zilta Tolisslibutu: Died honorably in battle.
Donu Tabadese: Survived. Wounds: Various minor wounds.
Bolli Mebasgisla: Survived. Wounds: Various wounds, lost two fingers of her right hand.
Silu Hobedri: Died honorably in battle. ( Don't worry, you will return... )
Erthok Agoador: Survived. Wounds: none.
Ketas Pumikaspa: Survived. Wounds: Various gashes and flesh wounds.
Kanil Mutherilo: Survived, but will likely succumb to her wounds.
Lutho Luthuki: Died honorably in battle.
Oddyseuss Kadzostra: Survived. Wounds: none.
(The list goes on for some time...)

Silu... I can't believe she died...
Although I did not know her that well, I remember having some good conversations with her. We will miss her as one of the seven founding members.
And Bolli... I can't even imagine what it is like to lose fingers...
I must go comfort her...

---OJO---

Diary of Bren, 11th of Slate, 1051.

We are victorious! The elves have been given a staggering blow. Our small ranks have been thinned out massively, but look at the elven casualties! Even now, our undead are carrying in corpses for ressurection. Our undead army will be enormous and powerful with these elves!

Different hours after the battle, demon traders arrived. We took advantage of this opportunity to trade away some of the excessive waste the elves left behind. Even better, different of them offered to help us in our war for a little share of the loot. Naturally, we excepted.
These demons will be an enormous help. They might be only human sized, but they seem to be quite strong.  

Diary of Desocucu, the Nightbringer, 12th of Slate, 1051.

UNBELIEVABLE!
I was mere minutes away from achieving the potion I needed for the ritual, when the alchemy lab I setted up fell through the floor. That's right. FELL.
THROUGH. THE FLOOR!
I hope the idiot responsible for building that piece of floor has died in battle, because when I find him, he'll be crying for mercy in his own pool of blood.
This means the ritual has been slowed down for several days, if not a week.
Well, atleast I can start ressurecting the elves to serve as soldiers. We are going to need him if this Thimeth and his army is as dangerous as the rumors tell. Not that I fear him. His skull will make for an excellent mug.

[ April 20, 2008: Message edited by: Asheron ]

[Istrian]

Istria's diary

The first siege is over, and I'm mostly unharmed. Father Death seems to wish to keep me out of his halls for now.

On the walls I have spotted a familiar face, or at least someone who looks vaguely familiar. can't remember his name though. Can't remember having vampire acquaintances either.

In any case, many fell during that battle and the Nightbringer plans to bring them back to life, or at least to un-life. I wonder if he can raise them all. I'll ask him if I can give proper burial to those who can't. If he doesn't want to, I also happen to know some alchemical formulas for fluids to preserve bodies.

The more I look at Othono, the more I wonder. Why is it that the living cannot grant the dead some place to exist peacefully ? Other than the filthy graveyards humans seem to give them. We dwarves at least know how to build magnificent tombs, so that the dead can be at ease.

For now, I also plan to wait until the Nightbringer runs out of strength to send a message to the House. I know some limited necromancy myself, enough at least to send a spirit with a message. I only hope he doesn't sense me doing that. I might only be inviting my Brothers to this place but who knows how the Nightbringer will feel about this.

[Donnigan]

Donn's Log, 11th of Slate

Well...It seems I've survived...Thank the nightbringer Apug did as well.  She's a mite bit better off than I am though.  She mostly got a few scratches, an it seems I'd better improve my fightin' a bit, since I nearly lost my leg...You know what's curious?  Yesterday was the first day I actually set out to kill someone...Ohh, sure, I've knocked off a few with my 'Adjustements' before, but this is the first time I've done it on purpose.  It feels...Strange.  Not really regret, since It was a damned Elf, but...I still feel something...Guess I'll have to drown it in a keg of water.  That's another thing.  I seem to have temporarily,hopefully, lost my taste for booze.  I've heard of it happening to injured dwarves, but I don't know why it would happen to a human...

[Silu]

OOC: Oh man, I died so damn fast. D:

I plead you to resurrect his (her really but... Meh.) corpse so HE shall continue his journey in Othono! Let his mug darken the day and dampen the souls of his enemies!

[Asheron]

11th of Slate.

A grim mood filled the ressurection room as four black-robed acolytes slowly walked into the room, carrying an open coffin.
The acolytes stopped in the middle of the room, placing the open coffin exactly in the middle of the large red circle drawn on the floor.
Another black-robed individual stepped in, chanting at every step, making hand gestures that made no sense to any common man.
The circle glowed weakly, but as the man came closer to the coffin, it began to glow more vibrant.
The man was now in front of the coffin. He stretched out his hands above it, and the room seemed to become smaller in size, as if it was being sucked into his hands.
Suddenly, all chanting and glowing stopped. Total silence. Gusts of air began appearing around the coffin out of thin air.
Minutes pasted as the air around the coffin seemingly became thicker, more fluid. And just when the air seemed to become liquid, the air dissapeared.
A white, cold hand stretched out of the coffin. Slowly, the corpse pulled himself out of his former burial receptable.
She was alive!
"Whaa.. what is this? Where am I?
"You have come back to live, Silu. Remember me?"
"Apug... what? I'm all confused..."
"Shhh. Calm down."
Slowly, Silu looked fascinated at her hand.
White, cold bone. She could not say why, but her bones seemed more... powerful then her previous skin.
She looked up again.
"Impressive..."
The man took off his hood.
"Yes indeed, Silu. I've given you a... special treatment.
You'll find yourself more powerful then you were when you were alive. More resilient. More deadly..."
"Mylord! I do not know how to thank you."
Silu kneeled.
"Well, you could start helping with carrying all those corpses. There is much work to be done. There is much to plan. Oh yes. I have special plans with you."
The Nightbringer turned around and walked out of the room.
Special plans...

---UIU---

15th of Slate.

Thimeth and his men had been marching through forests for days now. Bands of human soldiers had been joining him where ever he went. Many brave soldiers, wanting to avert this danger to the empire. This danger to humanity...
Rumors about the necromancer has become more reckless and more spreaded. They call him the Nightbringer, the bringer of a new world order, the new king.
They tell about a great elven defeat before the walls of Othono.
For long did he wished in himself that this was but a rumour, but as he gazed on the horizon, he saw his largest fear.
The necromancer fortress rised before him, and bodies and blood surrounded it.
Unholy sounds emmited from it. Men report to have seen the most horrifying abominations.
Although small in size, Othono, as they call it, had a vicious look. The tower in the middle of it spiralled up in the sky, seemingly attracting thunder and lightning.
He saw fear in the eyes of his men. Even though countless bodies have been carried inside, many more were still laying openly in the sun. Many had already begun rotting.
And many had already been turned into the undead.
He turned himself to one of his captains standing next to him.
"This is truelly an evil site. We must end this quickly, before this demon grows to become a world swallowing monster."
"I would not charge these walls yet. Do not make the same mistake as the elves.
You know more men are on the way."
Thimeth had sended out messengers to the nearby city of Arake about the whereabouts of this threat. He knew that the king himself has ordered men to Othono. Thousands of men. They needed a victory, no matter the cost.
They could not afford even the most minor of defeats, for with every defeat, Othono's power grows.
"You are right. We wait. Then we shall crush them."
He pondered as he looked at Othono.
How could it be that men talked about betrayal. How could they betray the empire for such a horrid evil like this?
For power?
He sighed. Dwarves were not as power hungry as humans, not that they were that immune to temptations.
How many dwarves did not sacrifice lives for the prospect of treasure?
Not like undead. Undead have no shortcomings. They only have the desire to serve.
NO! He should not think like this. He should have faith in whatever god watching over them.
He should have faith in victory.

OOC: Istrian, since the whole idea about the Nightbringer is that he is the only one ( and some of his closest friends, mostly insane mages and vampires ) can really ressurect, so you can't actually have REAL necromancer skills. You can however have the power to summon the undead from another world or temporarely raise the dead.
Silu: You're back alive. Do know that the Nightbringer has plans with you, so don't you run off to the nearest carp-infested swamp   :p.

[ April 19, 2008: Message edited by: Asheron ]

[Donnigan]

quote:Originally posted by Asheron:
OOC: Donnigan, since the whole idea about the Nightbringer is that he is the only one ( and some of his closest friends, mostly insane mages and vampires ) can really ressurect, so you can't actually have REAL necromancer skills. You can however have the power to summon the undead from another world or temporarely raise the dead.

What?  I never said anything about being a necromancer...

[Asheron]

Sorry,  I meant Istrian.

[Istrian]

Yes. That's what I had in mind too. Istria can only summon the spirit of a freshly departed creature. That's the only 'necromancy' allowed by House Rash.

[Strife26]

Odysuess's hidden notes:

I have had the very good luck to be able to observe my fellow Vampires in combat against the elves. My own martial skill has not been diminished. Vampires still feel remorse at killing innocents (Is it just me?) I am no closer to finding out a cure. Additionally,I continue to worry about Istrain. What if he reconizes me? I was confident before, but now I may have to reveal myself to someone. . .

[Asheron]

Diary of Apug, 16th of Slate.

Today, the Nightbringer held a meeting. His lord felt that Othono needed more structure to be able to grow to it's full potential.
The following titles have been given:

Head administrator: Lord Nightbringer himself.
Lower administrator: Erthok Agoador. Apparently, he is very good with numbers. He must be one of the newcomers, since I haven't seen him before.
Stockpile official: Fang Inocuno.
Census of Othono: Donu Tababese. Another newcomer.

He has also given permission to create Othono's first royal guard, named "Black Guardians."

Black Guardian High Officer: Istria Uriruslig.
Black Guardian Drillmaster: Anu Uceinu, one of the demon mercenaries.
Black Guardians: Oddyseuss Kadzostra, Uja Hinerxaki and Busla Spibsabora.

He has also accepted our request to bring back the Archacolyte council.
This means us, the founding six acolytes, finally have power! Unluckily, that Bren is in as well. I don't like him, even if the Nightbringer has vested his trust in him.

On an other note, it seems Othono's acolytes have found themselves a new pet: Rodrick. He's a skeleton that got hurt during the battle. Apparently, he falls unconscious every few steps because of a wound. The acolytes have made it a sport to bet on how long the skeleton can walk before it falls over again. Tsh.

17th Slate.

One of our marksmen, Dari, caught a kobold trying to steal from our farms. Every day, the story about his fight gets more impressive. Yesterday, he wrestled the kobold to death after gouging out it's right eye with a spoon, today they say he broke both of his legs with one hand after pincing it to near-death with his crossbow.
Anyway, this means we have another dagger to add to Othono's collection. We have been having different of these petty thieves now, and not a single one escaped alive. I wonder if we could ressurect these kobolds into small household slaves...

[ April 19, 2008: Message edited by: Asheron ]