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The next morning..

The Nomads began to move up from the steppes.
To the south they went, with great numbers! People thought that there were 75.000 horsemen, and they marched south, under the lead of their God, Nicanor.
Any undead they encountered were killed.
 
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OOC: :D, I belive I am south somwhere (Not sure, I haven't got a clear picture of the new world's geography)

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Sharûk mowed his way through the masses, crushing any opponents with ease. He had done this for milleniums, and he would do this for milleniums to come. Then he saw, atop a hill, there stood a Demonlord!
 
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Gilzarra sat inside his Hut. Contemplating to recent events...
"Hm..... A new Continent surfaces, The Upper God disappears, Methos and Psion War against each other, Sharûk fighting the Primeval's forces...."
Suddenly, he breaks from his trance.
"Wait.... Primeval? Sharûk? New Continent?"
"Methos goes to war against Psion? I should have known that! Those hot-heads! I should stop them from this idiocy!"
Gilzarra gets out of his Hut, thinking of what should he do. After some minutes of thinking, Gilzarra decides to let things go, and he directs his followers to the New Continent through Larkaron to spread the Worship of Nature. By the way of Peace.
 
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The demonlord slashed out with a huge, flaming claymore at Sharûk, who swiftly dodged it and sent the flails in from both sides. The demonlord made no sound as the flails crushed his ribs, and he continued to fight on, biting Sharûk in his shoulder. Sharûk could feel the acid hissing in the wound, and brought the flail down into the demonlord's skull. This time he cried out in agony, and Sharûk hit him with the other flail in the head too, then watched as the writhing body of the demonlord slowly turned to ashes. He watched over the battlefield. All the demons perished in clouds of ash, and he could hear his warrior cheer.
 
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OOC: So, I stand as "Lawful Neutral" Guy or what?

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Watching his followers safely arrived at The New Continent, Gilzarra starts a direct communication with his Avatar, Larkaron.
"Ah! Larkaron! How's the trip to The New Continent?"
"Not much, Lord Gilzarra"
"Anything happened during the trip?"
"Nothing except some Strong Winds my Lord. None was hurt."
"Good. Now, I think you need some rest after a long journey. I will close the Communication now. Good Day, Larkaron."
"Good Day to you too, my Lord."
And Gilzarra closes the Communication. Now, he's writing some plans to make his Follower's place more Green and Lush.
 
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OOC: erm :/ lost track oft the RP, i don't get it anymore at all :/ unless i can find out exactly what is going on everywhere i can't RP :/
 
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Gilzarra finally finished the plans, and send it to Larkaron through his Elemental Servant. Larkaron, who gets the meaning of the Letter, quickly send orders to the Builders to plant seeds and build plantations.
 
Methuselah opened his eyes for the first time, in a long time... "ahhh... i live!" But i need to find out what i have missed during my long slumber... i must speak with Sharûk... he thought to himself...

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Methuselah stepped out of his personal chambers and walked quickly to the exit of his mighty black cathedral... there, in a room directly to the left of the exit, was his void chamber... from it, he could jump to Sharûk... he entered the darkness of the room... suddenly appearing in front of Sharuk...

OOC: i don't know where Sharuk is so i hope this does not conflict...
 
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OOC: Thats too bad, nice to know you Phoonix, it was fun as long it lasted. (Lol, that sounded really sad)

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"Things aren't going very well I'm afraid. The Upper God have passed away beyond time and space, and the planes are in turmoil!" Sharûk said to his old friend.
 
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Sharûk's thoughts was interrupted briefly by a sudden contact with Shalay. "O lord of all battle, ogres from the Beastrager Tribe have appeared at our gates. They claim to be loyal to you. I ask for guidance in this matter." Sharûk understood the Grand Marshal's doubt, and he send a reassuring message. "These ogres are true loyals to the Cult of War, they will follow you to the death in my name. Accept their aid, it is by my will that they are there." Shalay's mind briefly touched his again. "I will do as you command, master. I am forever loyal to the Master of all Battles."

"Hm? Yes, I have rallied my followers, nearly 75 000 loyal people have travelled to the new land, and I have already many ogre followers there as well."

Shalay suddenly remembered one night, when she was barely fifteen. She had shared a night with a strong warrior who had defended her village. When she woke up, he had gone, but he had left a necklace behind. It bore the holy symbol of Sharûk, and inside it there was a message that had told hear to pledge her life to the Master of Battle and to leave her son at the grand cathedral of Sharûk. She had done as told, and recieved a blessing, the blessing of eternal youth. She had never regretted her choice.
 
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OOC: sorry, my PC dead. Using a sub one. What happened?

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Methos left his castle to wander the undead lands. All he took was his horse, gear and his scythe. "I call upon the forces of this land. I give up part of my godhood to become one of the dreaded horsemen. I summon the training of the horseman to end one life." A great temple rose and there stood the rite of the horsemen. He entered and there started his training with his scythe and horse. A terrible wave of energy was cased out of that temple into the realms. Only a few knew what happened.

Meanwhile at the necropolis. The automation start to attack the barrier. There stood the council of death. "My lord, send the signal. Your father wishes that to be done now." Said the necrotic king. He looked at the young one. The gods of death left his son in charge. That boy gave a nod. "Send it and also teleport some units in back to raise some more. The god Psion, will face me when I am really angry." His voice was clam but his movements said otherwise. Some death squads were made and was set behind the secondary line. Leviticus was taught his father powers. That line would fall either way because unlike his father, he loved death.

In the old world, the undead rose and attacked with the temple around the lands. They raided and rose many undead.
 
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So yeah I quit this RP, cause I don't like the fact that when I am about to post a reply and submit it, I see 4 or 3 brand new replies before mine.
 
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OOC: Boohoo. Two goes.
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Finally, the workers that Larkaron assigned has finished their work. Even better, most infrastructure buildings have been finished. However, sometime later, the ground trembles and breaks, and some trees got broken down, and some craters got formed. Gilzarra, sensing something strange on the lines of Nature, somehow got a feeling that the Primordial has something to do with this, and proceeds to teleport to The Plane of Eternal Combat, the Plane of Sharûk the God of War himself...
 
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