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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1156601" data-attributes="member: 13493">Oblivion comes to Green pt2.Nym and Erias flew towards a stone circle they had learned about, the divinations had discerned that the Talisarans had been travelling by teleportation stones and they needed to find a way to hinder them... quickly. Nym looked into the sky and new that the full blood red moon he saw would climb higher and soon enough the village would be attacked. They had to hurry.They came to the stone circle, the stones were the size of small boulders, hidden easily by the grass though laid in an obviously unnatural pattern and looked like a lot more stone was buried in the ground. This was the circle that the attackers had likely teleported to the night of the raid. "It makes sense really." Erias said as he looked at the surrounding hills. "The grass and the hills hide most of it, it's no where near the temple mountains and close enough to the village to get to in an hour." The ethereal air elemental that was Nym bobbed in what could have been a nod then smiled "Well, let us make it difficult for them at the very least..." he said and concentrated for a moment. Muttering in druidic he called out to the grass and the plants of the area, and they answered. Soon grass and weeds and roots from nearby trees were growing and entangling over the entire area... anyone who teleported in would have to hack a path through and while that would only grant the village a few minutes it'd be that much more time to prepare. Nym looked over the stones as they were buried beneath the overgrowth and smiled as he began the incantation to summon the very clouds and the powers of lightning. Then he paused as he remembered something. "The stones..." he muttered."What was that?" Erias asked."The stones... The two skull like boulders." Nym said in his airy voice."What about them?""What if they're where they Teleport from?" Erias looked puzzled for a moment then a smile crept slowly to his lips "That, my friend, would make enough sense to be worth a shot..."Nym bobbed in his air elemental nod once more and gave what must have been a smile "Well, you can call lightning correct? Perhaps you can give them further difficulties here and I can go to the boulders and see if I can't harass them there."Without waiting for Erias to even finish his nod of agreement Nym sped off at full speed flying over hills and small copses of trees over that lush landscape that felt so barren and lifeless with Talisars shadow looming over it, invisible to every sense save for that that raised the hairs on the back of ones neck. Soon the two hills on either side of the rode with the large stones shaped like boulders came into view, once again when Nym was right atop them practically, he slowed to a stop and started the beginnings of another plant growth spell, he only had this one left so he centered it in between the two stones hoping the area in between would be enough. He then smiled and began summoning clouds over the area, when enough had gathered he decided to wait. Then he saw something odd.A ribbon of light, like a rip in the air, appeared over the rock that bore closer reseblance to a human skull. Without wasting time he sent a bolt of lightning through the obvious portal and heard a satisfying scream. Smirking, well inwardly smirking as the air elemental  form lacked enough discernable features to reveal a smirk, he waited until he could launch another blast. Then a man came through, a gaunt robed figure wearing odd goggle like spectacles, and he looked directly at Nym. Now normally this would have been impossible but Nym new how to make himself invisible to normal eyes, he groaned when he realized it likely had something to do with the goggles. The man wove a spell and more robed figures stepped from the portal, five total. The man muttered another spell and appeared over on the more human looking boulder.Nym frowned, a feature noticeable in his elemental form, and sent another bolt at the man and pursed his lips when it hit and crackled over a spherical barrier. The figures continued their chanting and Nym sent another bolt down. Some of the figures screamed and fell off only to be replaced by more from the portal. The man frowned and stared at Nym and pulled a vial out from his robes. Unstoppering it he poured an odd blue liquid over the top of the boulder that hissed as it made contact. He then began weaving together another spell. The ghostly druid braced himself for something that might hit him even as a ghost. However the mans hands shot out toward the boulder with the chanting and a fireball erupted over the skull boulder incinerating the robed figures and filling the air with their dying screams. The dead druid could only stare down in grim thoughts as the man disapeared once more. He had just witnessed the appearance of a ritual, and one of sacrifice, something that definitely did not bode well.*****Back in the village of Green everyone labored to put up the last bit's of defences, a crude wall built from walls of houses and huts and stake barricades had been set up around the upper tier of the large central hill of the village. While the advantage of higher ground was a good one the odds still weren't in the towns favor. Archers had been positioned on the slanted roof of some of the houses and a group of elite Guardians of Fire stood in front of the village inn who's sole purpose was to be the last line of defence between the comming attackers and the village children. The children of which were being kept in the basement while some of the older and younger villagers who had been or would be in the militia guarded the common rooms. However they were being protected by the Guardians without almost as much as the children.Delver stood on the roof of the Inn, he had a good view of the entire battle field. Below him to the north part of the hill was Joran with a few Guardians along with Amarbie all looking grim and battle ready... quite the fitting group despite Amarbies friction with that Joran character. To the north and west part of the hill was a relatively large force of the more competent of the village militia backed up by more Guardians and Loren the cleric of Solar. Delver narrowed his eyes in the priests direction but relaxed them upon remembering that the priest had done nothing to hinder his gruesome practice. To the south and west was Treskan and a few more Guardians and militia while to the south and east the newcommer, Alias he called himself, sat upon the roof of a house in a chair no less, Delver could almost swear the odd man was smiling. There was a scattering of Militia and Guardians filling the gaps while the larger groups were focused on the most vulnerable points of the defences. The Dark elf looked up into the sky to the full blood red moon and frowned. Oblivion was not a natural things, it was the path of the spirit and soul to exist, sometimes they didn't move on like they were supposed to and he worked with those particular spirits using them to animate the corpses he came across. However for them to be wiped out from existance to fuel the energies of the Dark One was something he could not allow. He concentrated ever so slightly, he had managed to find a rat, one of the few creatures that hadn't fled Green as Talisar's shadow swept over the land. This rat he had killed and re-animated sending it down into the basement of the Inn where the children were. If the enemy got through the rat could deliver Delvers magics to the children and rob the attackers of their prize letting the childrens spirits and souls roam free to go wherever they were called which was far better than them being anihilated.He nodded to himself and looked around, the attackers would be here any moment, and Delver would be more than willing to send them to the next world as fast as they came. He might even get a few more zombies from this battle he thought on a positive note. Clouds began to gather above Treskans group and Delver turned noticing that Erias had returned. He smiled thinly, there were many numbers on the side of the enemy, some of them clerics and wizards, but the people of Green had some rather competent warriors of their own. He looked out into the distance trying to spot the comming attackers, the light of the moon and the numerous torches around the village seemed to be sucked in, and the clouds gathering in the sky didn't seem to help much so Delver slowly adjusted his eyes to view in spectrums that did not require light, and he saw them.*****Amarbie looked out over the hill and narrowed her large eyes, they were comming, a large group of mercenaries with some of the dark robed priests behind them. A rather large one was leading the group one akin to the one she had fought during the raid on the village earlier. She readied her bow and checked to make sure her large club was easily accessable. The club looked to be almost as big as the wiry muscled True Elf. Her ears flattened against her skull as thunder rumbled over head, something telling her that the clouds above weren't entirely natural, she had seen Nym summon the very lighting from clouds that gathered swiftly and she hoped that these were from either Nym or Erias. She ran a hand through her wild hair and returned her focus on her quarry, this battle was hardly fair, all her enemies were men.An arrow slid out of the quiver and was knocked and the bowstring drawn back. Her bow was made for those with strength, and while she may not look it the sleight and wiry True Elf was stronger than most of the men here, even without the gauntlets she wore that enhanced her effective strength considerably. She took aim, one of the soldiers near the large one, he was one she wanted to crush personally with her own club. She waited and waited and finally saw her opening as the soldiers began to move forward at a quicker rate. She loosed her bow and the arrow sped forth and struck true as a scream of pain and rage tore from the mans throat. Amarbie gave a pursed smile and readied another arrow as the sounds of battle begin to rise about her.*****Alias smiled as he looked down at the approaching enemy soldiers and clerics. He scanned the area for anyone who might retaliate with arcane magic however there did not appear to be anyone. There were a few archers on the roof of the nearby house, and a few soldiers down at the side of the house where the only wall between buildings was the wooden spiked barricade. Yes, he was at his most useful here, these poor bastards would be overwhelmed otherwise. He smiled, a disturbing smile that spoke of one who enjoyed and reveled in the power he held at his fingertips, he smiled wider as a fireball erupted cooking a goodly number of soldiers in their armor. Apparently Delver had been focusing his attention this way. He smiled to himself again revelling in the comming battle. Then he began casting.The lightning bolt was far brighter than it normally would, he had energized the already devastating spell to increase it's power, and the grin on his face was broad indeed when he saw the energy fry his enemies within their metal armor. A few of the priests dropped too, though the most damage was done to the mercenaries, some of which were still standing after jumping aside from the bolt. Alias frowned at this. The cultists began chanting and the sorcerer lifted a brow. "Protection from Good..." he murmered, "Bless and Prayers..." followed by a frown. "Well, if they want to be protected from me then so be it..." his olive skinned face broke out into a grin. "But they'll have some difficulty in fighting evil creatures." and proceeded to mutter another incantation as the Black Fists charged and the Archers on the roof nearby began firing at them. Two Wolves, with glowing red eyes and coal black fur shimmered into being in a red glow, "Sick 'em." Alias said and the fiendish beasts went after the enemy soldiers with a hunger.Alias nodded, quite pleased, while the wolves would be cut down eventually he had already slain a good chunk of their number before they had even begun the charge. It was going to be a pretty easy fight and the chances were he'd only have to use his trump card just for his entertainment. He smiled and relished the idea.*****Amarbie let loose another arrow which flew wide of her intended target, she frowned and let off another one, this one struck true though her frown didn't disapear. They were closing in. The True Elf ran a slender hand through her wild hair and picked up her great club giving it a good test swing. She had the backing of a few soldiers, and that Joran, the though of this made her frown deepen. Fighting alongside so many men. One of the mercenaries began working to break the  barricade and was soon met with more of his Black Fist brethren, Guardians moved in to engage them before they could do too much damage and soon swords were out nearly at arms length as they tried to fend off the attackers. Joran hit one of the mercenaries with two well placed strikes cutting him down as a heavily armored man came up and brought his sword down on the barricade sundering it with apparent ease.Amarbie didn't have time to give pause as the Black Fists charged forward she swung her great club and easily broke through the male's meager defence of an upraised swordblade through the sword arm wide as her club connected solidly with the mans skull. Blood flew from his mouth and nose and his crushed face as the wiry True Elf leapt into the air and came down with her club connecting for a finishing blow hearing the satisfying crack of a snapping neck. Barely having time to wipe some of the man's blood from her face she saw the large armored figure with the black cloak cut down the two of the members of the village militia that fought with them with ease. She looked to Joran who was fighting off two competent looking mercenaries, lieutenants she imagined, he looked at her and then to the large figure and nodded before resuming his combat. That one, while being annoying in the True Elfs eyes, was a good warrior. She took his cue and swinging her oversized club with such great force that she heard it crush the mercenaries ribs through the meager chain and mail and proceeded to advance toward the Black Fist captain. He paused and welcomed the comming of the amazon with an evil grin.*****Loren was hard pressed, he had had just enough time to cast a few spells on his men to bolster their defences when the enemy struck the barricade, he broke through one of the higher soldiers force of will and the man managed to cut down a few of his lessers before swords and axes from both sides took him down. He frowned and cast another spell on himself, he was a cleric of Solar, and while he didn't worship the valorious combatative aspect of the Sun God he did know a few things about fighting and had prayed for the appropriate spells for such. He was still close to the back of the defenders, mostly militia backed up with his spells and a decent number of Guardians, Treskan was across the way defending another weak point with more of the Guardians. The young priest managed to get off a couple more spells of defence before the fight reached him and waded towards one of the mercenaries in plate and mail. He swung his mace which was deflected off the enemie's shield and raised his own shield deflecting the returning blow. He pursed his lips and swung again the enhanced power of his blow, the gift of Solar's favor, dented the enemies armor and he heard the crack of ribs before the mercenary let out a scream of pain and rage. This one was a tough one though and kept comming despite the viscious blow. His shield now enchanted with the divine protection deflected a furious combination of blows from the man before Loren brought his mace to bear again. He made as though to swing the mace at the warriors ribs once more, the mercenary moved to strike at the apparent opening, and Loren switched the angel of the swing at the last moment using every ounce of his enhanced strength and the momentum of the swing to bring the mace down and up. The mace broke through the soldiers sword and came back up in a viscious uppercut shattering the mans unprotected jaw, the mercenary staggered bumping into a Guardian who promptly pushed him back towards Loren and into the life ending swing of the priests holy mace, the metal clade figure dropped to the ground his corpse lit by a flash of lightning from one of Erias' summoned lightning.Loren didn't wait and waded back into the combat he had drifted from and smiled, a little deception while fighting in Solar's name and for the sake of a village was of little consequence to the priest, the price of failure would be far to great for him to consider any foolish notions of fighting with honor. He smiled grimly, that was why he had become a cleric and not a paladin... a slightly different point of view and approach to serving Solar. "Grant no quarter!" he cried as his mace came down on the helmeted head of another soldier the armor doing little to save the man from a broken neck. "Green must not fall this night!"*****Treskan didn't like how this was going, a few of his Guardians were already dead, sure they were but recruits but they were better combatants than even the most seasoned veteran footsoldiers of any normal military. Alas the enemy had the aid of priests in enhancing their mercenaries from the look of it, not to mention these were Black Fists, tougher than most, after all this was the group where the toughest and meanest and most amoral mercenaries went after being kicked out of all the other bands. These were the ones who'd literally do anything for the right gold, slaying or kidnapping children, slaughtering a village, these thoughts filled Treskans mind and fueled his sword arm. They were going down easily enough but more would come to fill their places. They had two units of Black Fists here, which if he recalled correctly meant two captains and four, possibly six lieutenants, which meant a tough fight even for the battle hardened Guardians of Fire fighting at his side.His sword found an opening in a plate of armor of one of his enemies and slid through his thigh with ease. Pulling it out seemed to be another matter as the sword wouldn't come. He frowned and swung his armored fist connecting solidly with the mans jaw the helmet must have fallen off earlier in the battle. He planted a boot to the mans chest and shoved him back glad for the advantage of height in the combat as the mercenary fell down the hill knocking over comrades as he fell. Treskan gave a grim smile and removed his battle axe from his belt, he preferred fighting with that particular weapon anyway. A couple soldiers came at him at the same time, the battle hardened veteran deflected both attackers with axe and shield before bashing one aside and bringing his axe down on the other where the shoulder met the base of the neck, wrenching the axe free he pushed him down the hill to meet his lieutenant in the hells and swung the axe around just in time to throw aside the second  soldiers blade. Guarding his side from any counterattack he reversed his swing bringing the axe back around to cut through the protection og the mercenaries helm and lodge into his skull. He wrenched the axe free again and proceeded to lay into the enemy not stopping but only letting out a muttered curse as he saw another unit of Black Fists attacking. One was struck by lightning dropping the man to the ground as he spasmed from the voltage flowing through him. Using that sign of divine aid likely the courtesy of Erias he called out "For Green!" and the call was met, a simple yet effective way to boost the morale of his comrades, this was going to be a hard battle on this end.*****Delver unleashed another fireball to relieve the beleagured defenders of Captain Treskan's group. He nodded in satisfaction as he saw a good number of enemy soldiers fall then frowned, the one's the Guardians had been in melee with had managed to squeeze around or had been trying to fight over the baricade, now after his fire ball a good swing with the sword and pull with the gauntlet brought the thing down opening a way for the attackers. He watched as they isolated and cutdown two of the guardians of fire then saw Treskan shove the man down the hill and proceed to defend against two mercenaries before a bolt of lightning struck. He nodded noting that that group had the backing of Erias their druid and turned his attention back to Amarbie. He saw a group of mercenaries charging in to aid in fighting Joran and the Wild Elf and their Guardian allies and smiled as he let loose his final fireball dropping most of the soldiers in screams of agony, though some of the reinforcements arrived.The Dark Elf turned his attentions to the area Alias was helping defend and noticed some soldiers had broken through the baricade and were giving the few soldiers stationed there a hard time. He began casting an incantation and soon a bolt of ice blue light shots forth with a snap striking the wounded soldier who let out a gasp of shock as his very blood was slowly frozen. The mercenary stiffened and fell to the ground in a heap. He frowned and looked over at the defenders fighting around that wretched priest, they were looking hard pressed however he was out of fireballs and couldn't recall and other spells that had that efficiency. He paused and looked back to the group he had attacked and frowned seeing more had arrived.*****</blockquote>

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