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<blockquote data-quote="Noctos" data-source="post: 5487950" data-attributes="member: 6671455"><p>The dragons eyelids lift, soldiers in front of the beasts head jump back in fright. The others have not the time to act, as the dragon wings spread out men are tossed in to the air only to fall to the hard ground. The massive black claws rip through bodies with each swipe along the ground. The dragons wings began flapping stirring a dust cloud engulf the city streets. Derminlus ready to throw another bolt, but his Elven eyes can not penetrate the dust cloud. Screams of men are heard as the dragon shreds soldiers to pieces. Derminlus travels closer to the cloud in hope to spot the dragon, the flapping of his wings continues to stir the dust that hides his presence. Derminlus stands with hands to his sides and javelin in his grasp in the air ten feet above the cloud. The cloud under his feet bubbles and shifts as the dragons head bust through and he flies out of the cloud. Derminlus is pressed to the front of the dragons mouth arm and legs spread apart across it's snout. Hot gushes of air pass out the dragon’s nostrils against the elf's chest. The large orb eyes glaring in to his own as he is being carried away in to the air. The magic Javelin still in his right hand but unable to strike the creature he has no choice but to ride. Derminlus grips the scales and pulls him self up high on to the face of the dragon. The beast shakes his head hoping to dislodge the elf, before he plunged the javelin in to it's head. A white flash and Derminlus in repulsed back as the lighting shock in cases the dragons head, the beast roars with anger. Derminlus descends to the ground bouncing on impact he makes no movement. Blood drizzles out his mouth and down off the top of his head, his robes slightly charred emit constant billows of smoke. The dragon continues it's flight through the air, spewing acid on the objects below.</p><p> Lucasode stands amongst the undead horde mid way between the tent's and the city. His arm spread apart the long robe draping down a glowing whiteness in the palms of his hands. The undead surround him but a magic globe of blue and white force a ten-foot distance. The enemy weapons graze the field, single bolts of blue in case the tip of the blade with every stroke. The Lucasode chants a spell undisturbed by foes, " Etilopmi Uiraicudif Muroiteahr Nirtsnot Libanem " The mans hands flare a white glow as bright as the sun, the skeletons bone jaws drops as they convert to dusk from head to toes. Ghouls throw their hands to shield their faces just before their flesh burst in to flames. The horrible stench of rotting flesh is replaced by a worst smell of burned rotting flesh. The wraiths black shadowy bodies vaporize leaving no trace of them behind. When the white glow fades Lucasode looks upon a hundred yards of smoking fields. </p><p> Wasting no time he chants another spell. " Diisrapt Vaildoun Migrisef " Lucasode body gains a blue shimmering waves, crossing each other as they travel from side to side. His normal gentle face turns to steel as his eyes lose all color, his lips firmly shut. He sprints to the chaos happening at the main gate. Each stride his feet turn the soil and dig grooves bring him closer to the combat. His glowing arms strike skeletons as he rushes past piles of bones trail his path. He charges in to the swarm of creatures combating with soldiers. His eyes still hold no color as he grasp a skeleton and swing it back and forth in to other undead, until he hold nothing but legs. Dropping the bone legs he crosses his arms in front of his chest then throws them out to the side. A large force travels from his person straight of forty yards and fifteen yard wide. Debris of such as, swords, rocks, bones, limbs, and clumps of dirt are propelled away. Friends and foe alike are caught in the blast skeletons ripped apart, while force cause ghoul and soldiers flesh to be striped away. Debris embeds it self in the bodies of other out side the spells range. Lucasode continues striking down the enemy creatures making his way to where the nobleman fights. </p><p> Gajoides runs to Derminlus motionless body hoisting it up by the waist and carrying him from the battlefield over his shoulder. He makes his way to a stone building with a wooden door, one hard boot, and the door opens. He places the elf's body on top of a table inside the house before he returns to the battle. </p><p> Back out side he is meet by five advancing wraiths with blood soaked claws flailing the air. Gajoides raises his right hand above his head with palm facing the sky. A red energy waves travel from one eye to the other. " Hicorasuo " the command word spoken a red beam six inches round shoots down from the sky. It collides with the ground in center of the wraiths, a Red flaming sphere travels out from the point of impact covering eighteen square feet. The ground charred black sizzles and smokes where the wraiths once stood a six foot creator. With fire still in his eyes he travels less than fifty paces north where city troops battle against over overwhelming odds. </p><p> Gajoides extend his left arm toward the undead foes, a quick flash from his palm at the same time a inch round six inch long magic spike shoots forth from his hand. The magic spike explodes on a wraith, a eight inch circular gap is ripped in the creatures chest. Seven more discharge where each lands a gaping hole is made some dislodge arm & legs.</p><p> Leranes defends her life on top the wall, where skeletons and ghouls cram on to. Archers’ arrows fly severing skeleton spines, dislodging limbs while ghouls advance unaffected. Soldiers swords cleave deep wounds in the ghouls flesh spilling green blood, though they under go considerable damage the ghouls fight onward. Blood spray Leranes as a skeleton cleaves a man in two at the waist, his torso rolls back off his legs and organs spill out when it land on the ground. Leranes swings her massive claymore cutting the skeleton down before the man legs fold and drop. More undead advance her with blood dripping off there blades, slaying soldiers in there wake. She darts forward with sword in her left hand, bring the blade down on top a ghouls chest. It's chest laded open green blood spills out while the body descends to the ground. From one swing in to another she brings the sword up and over slicing a ghoul up the center, loping the head off a skeleton. Leranes sword blocks attacks of the skeleton troops outpouring sparks with each impact. She lunges out, hoping to force the attackers back. Her momentum behind her sword shatters two of the undead blades there skeleton arms along with them. With sword hiked above her, she runs shouldering through three skeletons their chests crushing upon her shoulder. She brings the blade down killing a ghoul before it could slay a soldier. </p><p> Skeleton and ghouls weapons travel through archer bodies as the make there way further along the wall. Leranes can see a small white orb zip down from a cloud landing along the out Side of the wall. White flames surge up the walls side, the skeleton ramp has been obliterated. Trapping the undead already up, prevents more from arriving. </p><p> Salvatis, Trungust, and six soldiers have been forced in to a corner. Dozens of undead blocking the front a thirty-foot tall building block they’re back. Trungust fists lash out breaking bones off skeletons. Salvatis wields both weapons, his sword tearing gashes in ghouls, while his flail batters down skeletons. </p><p> A soldier thrust his spear in a wraiths chest, black sludge oozes forth down the spears shaft. The wraith’s claws shatter the wooden handle leaving half in the demon half in the warrior’s hand. The claws flail again slash the warriors face, blood gushes from five cuts covering the man face and neck. The man grips the wood shaft with both hands, embedding it in the wraith’s head. Man and demon fall to the ground though the demon is dead. </p><p> A fellow soldier helps him to his feet while handing him a short sword. " Here my friend don't give up we will beat this an you will see it.” The warrior lifts his head to the on coming foe grits his teeth while clinching his war axe in his fist. " Fallow me where getting out of this mess." He shouts as he lifts his weapon to shoulder level and charges forward. The seven only have time to glance at each other. </p><p> As the warrior crashes past them his weapon swings wildly slaying foes with each stroke. The seven run behind him as he opens a path. Half way through the mass the wounded warrior stumbles to the ground, with no strength to hoist his self up. Trungust swoops his arm under the man waist, lunges the lip body through the masses. Salvatis runs side by side with the warrior cleaving enemies as they go punching through the lines. The seven runs one carried until entering an empty town square.</p><p> " None of the combat has reached this far in to the city yet. These streets still hold the granite gray, unlike those near the main wall." Salvatis words are weak in his out of breath state. Trungust lays the soldier on the fountain ledge, the gashes along his face grown a black puss.</p><p> Each of the men stand a moment catching their breath while looking over there wounded. Salvatis and the others drink the water from the fountain to quiche a thirst none known was there." His wounds need drained until the sludge stops forming if not he'll be lost by morning." Trungust eyes close in grief.</p><p> " I'll carry him to the shelter they'll have herbalist and healers see to the wounded." The soldiers words come with tears. His armor and face covered in blood some his own, which leaks right below the knee.</p><p> " Yes return this man to safety, we must head back in to the battle." Salvatis takes a few more drinks from the fountain before him and the other rush through the streets back in the chaos of battle.</p><p> Paldoto crouches from side to side of the wall top, avoiding onward blows from undead. With his long sword cutting through the air with incredible swiftness severing the rotting limbs of ghouls. His green eyes shine like emeralds, he rolls out of a crouched position doing a over head spin flip. Upon descent his blade travels down and then diagonal cutting one ghoul in half while beheading a wraith. </p><p> Paldoto does three flips back words creating a small gap between the foe. His eyes close and his lips muddier, his body resides to the crouched position. Left fist tightly clinches his sword hilt, the right holds a bleeding thigh. " Sicxeaf" the only word said loud enough to hear. Wind seems to blow from underneath his clothes and hair flap in the gush of air. His eyes open with the undead entering striking distance. His jaw firmly sealed, he kicks off the ground with his legs, sword swings quartering a wraith with lighting speed. With his speed increased Paldoto fights his way to other defenders.</p><p> Cilvia and twelve soldiers along with the warlord wielding the two-handed sword huddle a long the edge battling on the tower’s roof forty five feet by forty five feet. The undead swarm up the stair to the roof. Cilvia holds last of the potions one in her right hand five others the shopkeeper had helped her make on the underside of her dress. She raises her left arm to point her staff at advancing ghouls, " Fasones " The command word spoken flames burst from the stone floor raising fifteen feet in the air, traveling the whole width of the tower. The wall of fire separated the horde and stopped their progression. The warlord blade glides through the demons sending many slain. The soldiers hack the trapped undead until only they remain on one side. </p><p> " That wall of fire won't last for long we need to find away off this tower or well be over overwhelmed again." Cilvia shakes her head as she takes to one knee.</p><p> " What can we do those demons wait on the other side. and when the fire dies they rush us again." The soldiers’ complaints cause anger in the warlord.</p><p> " Silence, these spawn have weakness we will kill them they will not kill us. If your not going to fight then I'll kill you my self now before you get in the way." The mans eyes glare his fury.</p><p> " Stop it, we have not time for this I must think and you must try to remember not all are as bold as you." Cilvia's scream at the both of them. </p><p> The man bows " sorry me lady I am great full for your quick thinking you bought us enough time." The man voice is stern.</p><p> " Master Riawijer what is your plan." a soldier kneels in front of the warlord, his gear coated in green ghouls blood.</p><p> "Form a line with two on each corner two paces from the back edge. If non can get to our hind side then we hold a better chance." Riawijer states quickly. the troops take formation. Cilvia standing to the side her head tilted to the ground, eyes clinched she mouths a spell from memory. The steady night breeze turns to a wailing wind, the mages hair dances violently. She moves her arms in a constant pattern continuing to mouth the spell. Her forearms gain a faint white glow as a orb of with light forms in front of her.</p><p> " What is she doing sir?" the soldier mumbles beside her. " Shhhh don't distract her she weaves a spell to aid of trials." Riawijer whispers to the young soldier.</p><p> The flame wall burns down the undead horde come in to sight as it shrinks. Cilvia continues her spell the white orb grows in size and a blue wave swirl on the edges. The flame vanishes leaving the undead to rush in soldiers stand read to defend. Ching, ching, ching blades meeting blades both side trying to score blows. Riawijer sword cleaves skeletons and buries deep gashes in the wraiths. </p><p> Cilvia looks up from her daze seeing skeletons about to strike her down she releases the orb. The orb shatters with a wave of her hand a power full cyclone appears on top the tower tossing the horde down the steps in to the sky. Skeletons joints separate at the force of the winds. The cyclone subsides in moments a clear tower left all Debris and undead striped from it. </p><p> The warlord nods to her as if to signal a job well done. " Let’s go men there lots to kill down there lets go to It." him and the soldiers sprint down steps rush in to carnage on the ground. Cilvia fallow's'' shortly behind. </p><p> </p><p> Noartud has creeped her way up to the enemy tents, stands outside she listens to the conversations inside. Squads of goblins march the perimeter, she stands along side the tent her armor has taken color of the tent cloth preventing her detection. </p><p> Inside the tent Nocarn, Baljint, Wilyun, and Hartiala gather around a wooden table looking over maps of the city. The old parchment is stretched out daggers pin the corners to the table. " The goblin troops number less than thirteen hundred with the undead almost useless after dawn. If we don't put Kartis in a sling before the sun rise we'll have no choice but to delay the sedge until night fall." Baljint says.</p><p> " Worry not if the sun come the attack will carry on. well just dust the sky though I think Kartis will not have the strength of numbers even to with stand the goblins." Wilyun hissed voice has a critin eary tone with it. </p><p> Nocarn glares across the room eyeing the spot where Noartud lessons on the other side. He walks silently away from the table around the room to the section of wall removing his sword from scabbard. The lamplight reflects off his sword shinning across his face. With one quick motion he slices the tent screen open with it Noartud's back sprays blood. She stumbles forward two steps her cloaking vanishes she turns to face the dark elf with spear griped tightly. The three others in the tent look with disgust " A spy kill her she must not escape the encampment! " Baljint shouts. Goblins rush to the tent to blocking of the injured woman's escape. Nocarn advances a couple steps blade held backward in his right hand.</p><p> Noartud eyes wonder the area looking for away to escape the forming masses. With armed goblins circling around and the four enemy commanders in front it appears dire. Blood still pouring from her back she strikes at Nocarn, her spear glances off sword. she spins the spear around with her figures while turning her body slicing two goblins throats and a another ones chest. Fire fills her eyes, holding the shaft with both hands she thrust the tip in to a goblin's head. Blood spits forth as the tip is with drawn and plunged in to another. Three goblins on her left advance with swords striking at her, blocking quickly before doing a back flip landing on top a goblins shoulder crushing him in to the ground. The spear is spun with both hands the ends colliding in to surrounding goblins kills three, forcing the rest back.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Noctos, post: 5487950, member: 6671455"] The dragons eyelids lift, soldiers in front of the beasts head jump back in fright. The others have not the time to act, as the dragon wings spread out men are tossed in to the air only to fall to the hard ground. The massive black claws rip through bodies with each swipe along the ground. The dragons wings began flapping stirring a dust cloud engulf the city streets. Derminlus ready to throw another bolt, but his Elven eyes can not penetrate the dust cloud. Screams of men are heard as the dragon shreds soldiers to pieces. Derminlus travels closer to the cloud in hope to spot the dragon, the flapping of his wings continues to stir the dust that hides his presence. Derminlus stands with hands to his sides and javelin in his grasp in the air ten feet above the cloud. The cloud under his feet bubbles and shifts as the dragons head bust through and he flies out of the cloud. Derminlus is pressed to the front of the dragons mouth arm and legs spread apart across it's snout. Hot gushes of air pass out the dragon’s nostrils against the elf's chest. The large orb eyes glaring in to his own as he is being carried away in to the air. The magic Javelin still in his right hand but unable to strike the creature he has no choice but to ride. Derminlus grips the scales and pulls him self up high on to the face of the dragon. The beast shakes his head hoping to dislodge the elf, before he plunged the javelin in to it's head. A white flash and Derminlus in repulsed back as the lighting shock in cases the dragons head, the beast roars with anger. Derminlus descends to the ground bouncing on impact he makes no movement. Blood drizzles out his mouth and down off the top of his head, his robes slightly charred emit constant billows of smoke. The dragon continues it's flight through the air, spewing acid on the objects below. Lucasode stands amongst the undead horde mid way between the tent's and the city. His arm spread apart the long robe draping down a glowing whiteness in the palms of his hands. The undead surround him but a magic globe of blue and white force a ten-foot distance. The enemy weapons graze the field, single bolts of blue in case the tip of the blade with every stroke. The Lucasode chants a spell undisturbed by foes, " Etilopmi Uiraicudif Muroiteahr Nirtsnot Libanem " The mans hands flare a white glow as bright as the sun, the skeletons bone jaws drops as they convert to dusk from head to toes. Ghouls throw their hands to shield their faces just before their flesh burst in to flames. The horrible stench of rotting flesh is replaced by a worst smell of burned rotting flesh. The wraiths black shadowy bodies vaporize leaving no trace of them behind. When the white glow fades Lucasode looks upon a hundred yards of smoking fields. Wasting no time he chants another spell. " Diisrapt Vaildoun Migrisef " Lucasode body gains a blue shimmering waves, crossing each other as they travel from side to side. His normal gentle face turns to steel as his eyes lose all color, his lips firmly shut. He sprints to the chaos happening at the main gate. Each stride his feet turn the soil and dig grooves bring him closer to the combat. His glowing arms strike skeletons as he rushes past piles of bones trail his path. He charges in to the swarm of creatures combating with soldiers. His eyes still hold no color as he grasp a skeleton and swing it back and forth in to other undead, until he hold nothing but legs. Dropping the bone legs he crosses his arms in front of his chest then throws them out to the side. A large force travels from his person straight of forty yards and fifteen yard wide. Debris of such as, swords, rocks, bones, limbs, and clumps of dirt are propelled away. Friends and foe alike are caught in the blast skeletons ripped apart, while force cause ghoul and soldiers flesh to be striped away. Debris embeds it self in the bodies of other out side the spells range. Lucasode continues striking down the enemy creatures making his way to where the nobleman fights. Gajoides runs to Derminlus motionless body hoisting it up by the waist and carrying him from the battlefield over his shoulder. He makes his way to a stone building with a wooden door, one hard boot, and the door opens. He places the elf's body on top of a table inside the house before he returns to the battle. Back out side he is meet by five advancing wraiths with blood soaked claws flailing the air. Gajoides raises his right hand above his head with palm facing the sky. A red energy waves travel from one eye to the other. " Hicorasuo " the command word spoken a red beam six inches round shoots down from the sky. It collides with the ground in center of the wraiths, a Red flaming sphere travels out from the point of impact covering eighteen square feet. The ground charred black sizzles and smokes where the wraiths once stood a six foot creator. With fire still in his eyes he travels less than fifty paces north where city troops battle against over overwhelming odds. Gajoides extend his left arm toward the undead foes, a quick flash from his palm at the same time a inch round six inch long magic spike shoots forth from his hand. The magic spike explodes on a wraith, a eight inch circular gap is ripped in the creatures chest. Seven more discharge where each lands a gaping hole is made some dislodge arm & legs. Leranes defends her life on top the wall, where skeletons and ghouls cram on to. Archers’ arrows fly severing skeleton spines, dislodging limbs while ghouls advance unaffected. Soldiers swords cleave deep wounds in the ghouls flesh spilling green blood, though they under go considerable damage the ghouls fight onward. Blood spray Leranes as a skeleton cleaves a man in two at the waist, his torso rolls back off his legs and organs spill out when it land on the ground. Leranes swings her massive claymore cutting the skeleton down before the man legs fold and drop. More undead advance her with blood dripping off there blades, slaying soldiers in there wake. She darts forward with sword in her left hand, bring the blade down on top a ghouls chest. It's chest laded open green blood spills out while the body descends to the ground. From one swing in to another she brings the sword up and over slicing a ghoul up the center, loping the head off a skeleton. Leranes sword blocks attacks of the skeleton troops outpouring sparks with each impact. She lunges out, hoping to force the attackers back. Her momentum behind her sword shatters two of the undead blades there skeleton arms along with them. With sword hiked above her, she runs shouldering through three skeletons their chests crushing upon her shoulder. She brings the blade down killing a ghoul before it could slay a soldier. Skeleton and ghouls weapons travel through archer bodies as the make there way further along the wall. Leranes can see a small white orb zip down from a cloud landing along the out Side of the wall. White flames surge up the walls side, the skeleton ramp has been obliterated. Trapping the undead already up, prevents more from arriving. Salvatis, Trungust, and six soldiers have been forced in to a corner. Dozens of undead blocking the front a thirty-foot tall building block they’re back. Trungust fists lash out breaking bones off skeletons. Salvatis wields both weapons, his sword tearing gashes in ghouls, while his flail batters down skeletons. A soldier thrust his spear in a wraiths chest, black sludge oozes forth down the spears shaft. The wraith’s claws shatter the wooden handle leaving half in the demon half in the warrior’s hand. The claws flail again slash the warriors face, blood gushes from five cuts covering the man face and neck. The man grips the wood shaft with both hands, embedding it in the wraith’s head. Man and demon fall to the ground though the demon is dead. A fellow soldier helps him to his feet while handing him a short sword. " Here my friend don't give up we will beat this an you will see it.” The warrior lifts his head to the on coming foe grits his teeth while clinching his war axe in his fist. " Fallow me where getting out of this mess." He shouts as he lifts his weapon to shoulder level and charges forward. The seven only have time to glance at each other. As the warrior crashes past them his weapon swings wildly slaying foes with each stroke. The seven run behind him as he opens a path. Half way through the mass the wounded warrior stumbles to the ground, with no strength to hoist his self up. Trungust swoops his arm under the man waist, lunges the lip body through the masses. Salvatis runs side by side with the warrior cleaving enemies as they go punching through the lines. The seven runs one carried until entering an empty town square. " None of the combat has reached this far in to the city yet. These streets still hold the granite gray, unlike those near the main wall." Salvatis words are weak in his out of breath state. Trungust lays the soldier on the fountain ledge, the gashes along his face grown a black puss. Each of the men stand a moment catching their breath while looking over there wounded. Salvatis and the others drink the water from the fountain to quiche a thirst none known was there." His wounds need drained until the sludge stops forming if not he'll be lost by morning." Trungust eyes close in grief. " I'll carry him to the shelter they'll have herbalist and healers see to the wounded." The soldiers words come with tears. His armor and face covered in blood some his own, which leaks right below the knee. " Yes return this man to safety, we must head back in to the battle." Salvatis takes a few more drinks from the fountain before him and the other rush through the streets back in the chaos of battle. Paldoto crouches from side to side of the wall top, avoiding onward blows from undead. With his long sword cutting through the air with incredible swiftness severing the rotting limbs of ghouls. His green eyes shine like emeralds, he rolls out of a crouched position doing a over head spin flip. Upon descent his blade travels down and then diagonal cutting one ghoul in half while beheading a wraith. Paldoto does three flips back words creating a small gap between the foe. His eyes close and his lips muddier, his body resides to the crouched position. Left fist tightly clinches his sword hilt, the right holds a bleeding thigh. " Sicxeaf" the only word said loud enough to hear. Wind seems to blow from underneath his clothes and hair flap in the gush of air. His eyes open with the undead entering striking distance. His jaw firmly sealed, he kicks off the ground with his legs, sword swings quartering a wraith with lighting speed. With his speed increased Paldoto fights his way to other defenders. Cilvia and twelve soldiers along with the warlord wielding the two-handed sword huddle a long the edge battling on the tower’s roof forty five feet by forty five feet. The undead swarm up the stair to the roof. Cilvia holds last of the potions one in her right hand five others the shopkeeper had helped her make on the underside of her dress. She raises her left arm to point her staff at advancing ghouls, " Fasones " The command word spoken flames burst from the stone floor raising fifteen feet in the air, traveling the whole width of the tower. The wall of fire separated the horde and stopped their progression. The warlord blade glides through the demons sending many slain. The soldiers hack the trapped undead until only they remain on one side. " That wall of fire won't last for long we need to find away off this tower or well be over overwhelmed again." Cilvia shakes her head as she takes to one knee. " What can we do those demons wait on the other side. and when the fire dies they rush us again." The soldiers’ complaints cause anger in the warlord. " Silence, these spawn have weakness we will kill them they will not kill us. If your not going to fight then I'll kill you my self now before you get in the way." The mans eyes glare his fury. " Stop it, we have not time for this I must think and you must try to remember not all are as bold as you." Cilvia's scream at the both of them. The man bows " sorry me lady I am great full for your quick thinking you bought us enough time." The man voice is stern. " Master Riawijer what is your plan." a soldier kneels in front of the warlord, his gear coated in green ghouls blood. "Form a line with two on each corner two paces from the back edge. If non can get to our hind side then we hold a better chance." Riawijer states quickly. the troops take formation. Cilvia standing to the side her head tilted to the ground, eyes clinched she mouths a spell from memory. The steady night breeze turns to a wailing wind, the mages hair dances violently. She moves her arms in a constant pattern continuing to mouth the spell. Her forearms gain a faint white glow as a orb of with light forms in front of her. " What is she doing sir?" the soldier mumbles beside her. " Shhhh don't distract her she weaves a spell to aid of trials." Riawijer whispers to the young soldier. The flame wall burns down the undead horde come in to sight as it shrinks. Cilvia continues her spell the white orb grows in size and a blue wave swirl on the edges. The flame vanishes leaving the undead to rush in soldiers stand read to defend. Ching, ching, ching blades meeting blades both side trying to score blows. Riawijer sword cleaves skeletons and buries deep gashes in the wraiths. Cilvia looks up from her daze seeing skeletons about to strike her down she releases the orb. The orb shatters with a wave of her hand a power full cyclone appears on top the tower tossing the horde down the steps in to the sky. Skeletons joints separate at the force of the winds. The cyclone subsides in moments a clear tower left all Debris and undead striped from it. The warlord nods to her as if to signal a job well done. " Let’s go men there lots to kill down there lets go to It." him and the soldiers sprint down steps rush in to carnage on the ground. Cilvia fallow's'' shortly behind. Noartud has creeped her way up to the enemy tents, stands outside she listens to the conversations inside. Squads of goblins march the perimeter, she stands along side the tent her armor has taken color of the tent cloth preventing her detection. Inside the tent Nocarn, Baljint, Wilyun, and Hartiala gather around a wooden table looking over maps of the city. The old parchment is stretched out daggers pin the corners to the table. " The goblin troops number less than thirteen hundred with the undead almost useless after dawn. If we don't put Kartis in a sling before the sun rise we'll have no choice but to delay the sedge until night fall." Baljint says. " Worry not if the sun come the attack will carry on. well just dust the sky though I think Kartis will not have the strength of numbers even to with stand the goblins." Wilyun hissed voice has a critin eary tone with it. Nocarn glares across the room eyeing the spot where Noartud lessons on the other side. He walks silently away from the table around the room to the section of wall removing his sword from scabbard. The lamplight reflects off his sword shinning across his face. With one quick motion he slices the tent screen open with it Noartud's back sprays blood. She stumbles forward two steps her cloaking vanishes she turns to face the dark elf with spear griped tightly. The three others in the tent look with disgust " A spy kill her she must not escape the encampment! " Baljint shouts. Goblins rush to the tent to blocking of the injured woman's escape. Nocarn advances a couple steps blade held backward in his right hand. Noartud eyes wonder the area looking for away to escape the forming masses. With armed goblins circling around and the four enemy commanders in front it appears dire. Blood still pouring from her back she strikes at Nocarn, her spear glances off sword. she spins the spear around with her figures while turning her body slicing two goblins throats and a another ones chest. Fire fills her eyes, holding the shaft with both hands she thrust the tip in to a goblin's head. Blood spits forth as the tip is with drawn and plunged in to another. Three goblins on her left advance with swords striking at her, blocking quickly before doing a back flip landing on top a goblins shoulder crushing him in to the ground. The spear is spun with both hands the ends colliding in to surrounding goblins kills three, forcing the rest back. [/QUOTE]
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