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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1156625" data-attributes="member: 13493">Oblivion comes to Green pt. 3Alias stood on the roof nearly dancing as he launched out another empowered lightningbolt though this one slayed less than the first. He frowned upon seeing more mercenaries advance and decided to pull out his trump card. He moved to the top of the roof and called out to the clouds above "Now!" he cried and pointed to the soldiers as they finished off the last fiendish wolf "Attack!"As he spoke the clouds whirled down and a huge cyclone of air and cloud sped down to the earth landing shortly after Alias had spoken the command to attack. The huge air elemental glared down at the assembeled mercenaries who gaped up in fear at the thing. One column of air that spun so hard it seemed solid swung down and slamed into the body of an unfortunate Black Fist throwing the mercenary like a rag doll. The body flew past Alias who had to dodge aside to avoid being hit by the corpse. Alias stood back up tall and laughed, laughed maniacally at the rush of the sheer power he held, which was far more than most of his calibur and experience should have but he was smart and played his card right. He continued to laugh as the air elemental batted aside soldiers like insects and easily avoided or absorbed their blows not seeming phased in the slightest by the puny swords.Alias looked down and frowned noticing that a group of mercenaries had gotten through the barricade and were making short work of the small group of Guardians of Fire left defending that area. He saw one of the men get struck by a blue bolt of energy and smiled in satisfaction as he froze from within and fell to the ground with a thud. "I love that spell!" he said to himself and laughed madly as he sent unleashed the same spell hitting another soldier and watching as he stiffened before frowning when he continued fighting. "Damn idiot," he muttered to himself "doesn't want to die the easy way." he added and after seeing the mercenary slay another guardian of fire he cast another spell sending a bolt of fire down and angling it just right that he not only his the mercenary that chose not to die but his comrade fighting next to him. This time the man dropped and his friend howled in pain, a distraction that earned him a sword in the chest from one of the defenders, Alias laughed maniacly once more and turned just in time to see another body flying towards him "Hey, watch where you're throwing those!" he shouted to the elemental. What a dupe, agreed to join in the fight just so i could spend a year or so being taught about the Prime Material Plain, and it didn't even know much to begin with. "This is getting fun." Alias said to no one in particular and sat back down in his chair.*****Amarbie swung her club up just in time to parry the powerful downward strike of the captains blade, this man was good she hated admitting that but he was, he had gotten in two good hits and she had yet to get one in. His armor was strong, likely enchanted, as was his sword she imagined. The wild elf nimbly dodged another powerful swing bringing her club up in time to parry yet another attack. She managed to surprise him with her strength there and threw his sword arm wide and tride to swing her club back in to the opening but he twisted and managed to deflect the blow with his shield. This was pissing her off. She concentrated on her oponent, thought about how he was working for money, how he agreed to help Talisarans slaughter children and innocent villagers for nothing but a gold coin or three, she was almost surprised at how fast the rage came too her.The Black Fist captain took a step back as he saw the slightly figure of the True Elf literally grow, her corded muscled buldged and she seemed to visibly gain a few inches in height, still the human towered over her but the effect was startling nonetheless. Oh he had fought others who use the power of rage on occasion but never a True Elf. She gave a high pitched war cry and lunged forward swinging her great club at the man's leg, he moved his sword to parry the blow bracing himself but grunting in pain as her club threw the guarding blade to the side and crashed into the mans shins. She danced around to the mercenaries side and swung the club once more hitting the man in the gut denting his armor. He spun around and swung his sword at Amarbie, the True Elf spun around trying to move with the blow but still managed to get a deep gash in her thigh for her efforts. She used the momentum of her spin to swing the club around and slam the huge chunk of wood and metal into the mans back.He roared with rage and swung another blow of which Amarbie had tried to duck away from and managed to avoid the strike, for the most part, he still managed to cut into her shoulder with the sword tip and she felt blood trickle down her arm to match the feel of the blood running down her thigh. Then there were the two blows she had taken earlier that had her side and her other leg. She growled and shook her head red rage clearing away the pain. She had to finish this warrior, now. With another cry she swung her from the right purposefully comming up short, the mercenary fell for the feint, she batted aside the parrying sword and used the momentum of the swing to bring the club to her left and them up overhead and down right atop the mercenaries skull. She heard a satisfying crack that was as likely from the neck as it was the skull and landed on the ground, not realising she had jumped up, as the Black Fist captain fell to the ground dead. Amarbie smiled and wiped blood from her face before seeing a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eyes, she shot out a hand and grabbed the object that had been thrown to her and looked to Joran who nodded and smirked, she frowned then smirked as well and unstoppered the vial and downed the liquid contents. The sweet taste of the liquid was no sooner down her throat than she felt it working it's magics on her body sealing some of the more viscious wounds. Not as potently as she would like but better than nothing. She then jumped as something heavy fell not five feet away from her. She looked over and saw the crumpled body of one of the mercenaries and looking up from where it fell and slid she imagined it had been thrown there. She shook her head and looked to Joran who quickly dispatched the final mercenary on their area."Quick, Loren and the defenders are being overrun!" he shouted over the din of the battle and they both moved to assist the priest.*****Treskan was in a bad way, he and a few Guardians were fighting back to back, and the lightning strikes had ceased falling a short time ago while there was still plenty of enemy soldiers attacking. Their forces had been cut down like lambs to the slaughter on this end. He swung his blade and awkwardly parried the two swords that came in from two different mercenaries, both lieutenants and both reasonably skilled, singlehandedly they'd be easy, together they were quite difficult. He parried another attack from one with his shield and with his sword parried the other. He had lost his axe earlier on and had taken up the sword from a mercenary captain he had killed and was putting it to good use, use that didn't involve losing because it got stuck in someones leg, he threw aside the blade of one attacker while blocking an attack with his shield and brought his sword around and up thrusting the blade deep into the left side of the mercenaries chest. His heart to be precise.He managed to quickly dispatch the other soldier spinning and slicing at the back of his leg cutting through his tendon bring the man to his knees before whipping around to behead the mercenary. He parried the blow of a footsoldier and kicked him back before lunging forward and plunging his sword through the mans unprotected throat. That was when Treskan realised he had been seperated from the rest of the Guardians. A mistake on any battlefield and one well known to the grizzeled old veteran. He rushed back towards the three remaining guardians as they tried fighting off the soldiers shoving one mercenary down the side of the hill and sticking another from behind. He got up just as a Black Fist captain took down one of Treskans men with a blade through the chest.Treskan screamed distracting at least one of the enemy soldiers enough for a Guardian to take advantage and dispatch him. He made it back and turned giving a shout of encouragement to his doomed companions. Two captains left and plenty of their lessers to back them up. Not good indeed. The fireball had taken the barricade and now it was only those three holding that part of the hill. The captain of Green's Guardians felt one of his comrades go down his body falling towards the captain that had dispatched him throwing the enemy off balance enough for Treskan to plunge his sword into the black armored mercenary's side. He twisted his blade and ripped it out planting a foot behind the captain before shoving his shield into his chest and sending the dying man down the hill. He now fought back to back with the last remaining Guardian.This was the end. He knew it. Both knew it. "For Green and Alagor!" both cried out and renewed their attacks with fury, he felt a stab of pain in his shoulder and looked back to see the Guardian had been run clean through. Ripping his sword out of the footsoldier he had slain he whipped his blade around but not in time to deflect the blow. Pain shot through his side as the enemies sword cut through his armor and into his ribs under his shield arm. He clutched the blade there with a gaunleted hand growling as he brought his sword around in an awkward angle but still his the intended target of the mercenaries neck sinking his blade in deep. Treskan felt another pain, far more potent than the one before, and screamed as he saw a sword point sticking out through his breastplate. He dropped his sword and reached behind himself to clutch at the offending wepon to get it out of him. He felt himself going faint and growled in defiance but only got a slash at his leg for his troubles. The blade was wrenched free sending another jolt of pain through his body, causing him to pass out and drift into the darkness of death, this was indeed the end.*****More ice blue bolts shot from both Delver and Alias's hands striking different targets as they ran through the barricade and towards the inn. "They've breached the southeast wall" Delver called down in warning to the Guardians though they were well aware of the comming soldiers. There were only a handfull of Guardians, and the enemy soldiers that were attacking might pose only a mild discomfort, though one could never be too safe. Alias looked over and saw the mercenary soldiers heading over to the central building and saw Amarbie turn to assist the Guardians there. He nodded and turned in time to duck yet another thrown body and growled at the elemental "Are you *trying* to hit me?" he shouted then shot a line of flame down at some passing soldiers. He frowned in frustration as one dodged the attack and the other didn't seem to hurt by the flames. Turning he shouted to the air elemental "You, stop them!" he said pointing to the two fleeing soldiers. The air elemental tornadoed into the air above Alias' head and came down in front of two very frightened mercenaries. Alias turned and bent over to look in one of his numerous pockets for the spell components of another combative spell and stood up after feeling a rush of wind over his body just in time to see the flying corpse of a mercenary hit the ground near the base of the hill. He glared daggers at the elemental as it moved on to attack a few more stragglers before turning and noticing it was all clear on the west side. Funny, he hadn't seen any of the Talisaran priests rushing into battle. "Cowards." he scoffed dismissively.*****Joran rushed to Loren's side, the beleagured priest of Solar was hard pressed and gave the ranger a thankful look when his two blades stabbed into either side of the Black Fist captain the cleric had been fighting. A look down the side of the hill showed Erias finishing off a few mercenaries with the aid of a few summoned creatures though the top of the hill still had mercenaries to fight. Joran frowned, most of the mercenaries here had come from the southwestern wall which likely meant Treskan had fallen, he was a good man and a great warrior whom Joran had fought alongside in a few previous battles. "Live by the sword..." he muttered before swinging one of his shortblades to parry a blow from a soldier, his other blade came around to parry the attack of another soldier. He saw Lorens mace crush the skull of the first so he turned his attention on the other fighting back to back with Loren his left blade threw aside the mans shield while the right blade his the mercenaries sword and with a sharp flick of his wrist he flung the weapon to the side just enough to plunge his sword into the mans chest.Kicking that mercenary back he quickly dispatched another and smiled as he noticed that despite the odds it almost seemed like they'd win, hell, the clerics had all left, that thought only caused him to frown before he grunted as a blade cut into his arm. He growled and lunged forward his shortsword sticking his attacker in the neck. With battle awareness boardering on precognition his other blade snapped out to parry yet another attack and he spun around twirling his shortsword so that he held it blade down and stabbed it into the offending mercenaries back.He whirled about to look for another fight and saw that all was silent save for the labored breathing of the town defenders. Some of the militia had survived and a bout ten of the Guardians of Fire not counting those guarding the Inn stood around him. Loren was standing near him breathing heavily having just felled the last apparent Black Fist captain. The Guardians quickly went about ensuring that all the soldiers in the immediate vicinity were dead, one way or another.*****Nym had arrived toward the end of the battle and saw that the town was to win he landed upon the roof next to Delver who had exhausted most of his spells. Delver looked over to the spirit as the dead Druid was making sure he wasn't seen by the defenders of Green. They both watched as the last enemy soldiers were slain and the remaining defenders looked around as though not believing the battle was over. There was no cheer of victory.Nym looked up to the moon that sat fat in the night sky and shone blood red as it hung above them. The druid's burned face frowned "Something isn't right..." he said."What do you mean?" came Delver's calm voice betraying a hint of concern. Druids had a knack for feeling things that were unnatural, and there was very little in the world that wasn't natural in some respect.Nym's ethereal brow furrowed in frustration "I don't kno-" he said but was cut off as both of them saw it at the same time. Looking down the ghostly druid and the dark elven necromancer watched as motes of red lights floated up from the various corpses and into the sky coalescing into indivual spheres, likely one for each of the dead, their soulspirits. The two only watched in horror as the spheres of crimson light floated towards the moon and seemed to just blink out of existance. Soon after others began seeing the lights, collective gasps and breaths of shock and horror came from the assembeled defenders as they realized what they were seeing, these soulspirits were blinking out of existance.Realization dawned upon Nym's face as he made his way down to where Loren stood Delver stayed upon the roof watching the resulting oblivion of the soulspirits of the dead simply frowning. Loren looked up at the ghost his eyes glistening with held back tears showing he too realized the gravity and the tragedy that was occuring here. "How is this happening?" he asked himself with a steady voice that screamed with the desire to break."I-" Nym started, he had made himself visible for the priest who didn't so much as flinch at the undead druids sudden appearance. "I think it was the ritual I saw performed at the Skull Stones..." he said. Joran approached as he heard this and frowned, blood caked his beard and he looked as though he had seen better days, "A last ditch effort..." he said."What?" both priest and druid spoke in unison. By this time Delver had joined as well."They couldn't have the child sacrifices they needed in time, it was too late for another kidnapping so they made this a last ditch effort." the ranger said still frowning. "The ritual you saw was likely one that would get the same effect but used all who died this night as sacrifices...""Oh Solar..." Loren said "all those souls obliviated... for Talisar." the priest looked as though he were about to break down before he took a breath and stood up bolstering himself "I must attend to the wounded." he said and proceeded off on the task.Delver looked a little pale to Nym and he frowned and moved closer to the dark elf. "Something troubles you more than the obvious my friend, what is it?" he asked.Delver looked up at the ghostly druid and said in his passive dry voice that did well covering any emotion the necromancer might have. "I had set a rat down there so that I could slay the children should the mercenaries get through... it was to keep their souls from meeting oblivion..." he said and paused. "If things hadn't gone as well..."Nym nodded in understanding and looked up to the Blood Moon with a frown. Joran was explaining what the motes had been to Amarbie, they were all gone now. Every enemy slain, every, defender slain, chances are the Talisarans had sent the number of mercenaries afterthem that they did for the soul purpose of maximum casualties. All of the enemy or all of the village, either way didn't matter to them so long as they got their sacrifices. This would be a night mourned for a long time in the village of Green, a night that would be imbedded in the souls of all the men who had seen the soulspirits die out, it would be remembered as the night Oblivion had come to Green.</blockquote>

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