The New God Roleplay RP Thread

[Gyrosphinx]

"You are the Immortal...
You've wandered the surface of the world for milleniums...
You are the heirs of a long lost empire whose glory have long since faded into ruin and oblivion...
You are... Gods."

Several milleniums ago, when the world was young, there was an empire spanning continents, huge and glorious. Its people was gifted with immortality, and had long ago learned the secrets of magic. They built huge cities with towers as high as the mountains, and castles deep into the earth. For this, they created slaves, the mortals. Every immortal bloodline had its own breed of slaves, among these were the Humans, the Minotaurs, the Orcs and the Ogres. This empire lasted ten milleniums, until one fateful day, when it all fell into ruin. The Slave breeds had become numerous, and not only did they outnumber their immortal masters, but they were growing dissatisfied with their endless servitude. The slaves lived in vast slums on the ground while their masters walked and lived in towers spanning the skies and with hanging gardens among the clouds. Towers built by them, the slaves of the immortals. This fateful day, a rebellion rose. Like war-ants the slaves swarmed the empire and destroyed it, overwhelming their master and anihilating everything in their path. The empire lay in ruins, and the slave breeds spread across the world. And soon, the era was lost in oblivion. Not all of these immortals were dead however, a handfull of them had taken refuge in the Cloudstorm Mountains. For milleniums they watched the slave breeds build their own societies, wage war against each other, and empires rise and crumble. The small kingdom of immortals ruled by the ancient Suer Thanak, oldest of their kin, was waiting for when the time was right to rise again and rule mortality.

Now it is time.

The Rise of the Gods has come!

This is the RP thread, all actual roleplaying belongs here, other questions, additions and posts pelong in the Construction Thread.

RULES:
Rules are important in any good rp, and we do of course need some. This rp will be done in the Free-Post style, like the previous God-RP and the Warhammer 40,000: The Lost World RP. This means that there are no dice rolling, and you as players are left with quite a lot of freedom in your hands. But we need some rules.

• First of all, NO GOD-MODDING! God-Modding ruins the roleplay experiece of other players.
• Don't use other peoples characters and npcs unless it is fine with them.
• You do not always hit, you do not always dodge, you cannot create ten-thousand miles of mountains without even beeing tired, You cannot stop an army with your mind alone, please use common sense when roleplaying.
• Remember that while this is a free-posting rp, the DM is still in charge, I will take action if I see something that I and others do not agree with.

Other than that, the Unwritten Rp rules is a good thread for reference on how to behave when rping and what rules to obey.

Characters and Empires

Gyrosphinx

Name: Jabor Skathr
Age: 6072
Preferred appearance: Jabor prefers the appearance of a tall, muscular, black skinned minotaur bull, wearing typical minotaur wargear and a huge war axe. He has yellow eyes and a second pair of horns below his first pair.
Frequently used appearances: Other appearances used frequently by Jabor is that of a powerful, black skinned hyena, with the same yellow eyes as all his forms, and the shape of a tall and muscular human-like man, with deep maroon skin, twelve fingers on each hand and horns encircling his bald head.
Personality: Jabor is a fierce and industrious immortal, known both for his strength and skill in battle, and his fierce determination and tendency to work hard. He appreciates hard labor and warfare, and is a highly disciplined individual. He means that nothing in life is free, one has to work to achieve something. He is cunning and has a brilliant tactical mind. He protects his people and is revered as a god of strength, protection and might.
Bios: Jabor was born and raised in the Cloudstorm Mountains, born as the eight son of a mighty immortal lord. He was given the symbol of the eight-tipped chaos star tattooed in his forehead at birth, to represent his place in the family line, and this tattoo shows on his forehead no matter his current form. He was trained to become one of his family’s ring-warriors, fighting in the ring of swords against the fighters of other families, and won many battles during the first two centuries of his life. When he reached nearly three hundred years of age, he left Cloudstorm, and travelled to the vast Aborian Highlands, where he appeared in front of a large tribe of minotaurs as they were preparing for war. He claimed to be one of the ancient gods, that their legends told about, and was challenged by the minotaur chieftain to prove his divinity. Jabor won the duel, defeating the chieftain in a minotaur wrestling match, and became their divine leader. He led them to war against a nearby enemy tribe and was victorious, conquering the enemy tribe. He spent the next century fighting to unite the Aborian Minotaur Tribes, and he finally succeeded, now ruling a true minotaur empire. Three hundred years after the founding of the empire, when Jabor was around seven hundred years old, human tribes settled in the highlands, and were adopted into the empire. The highlands were almost impossibly rich with iron, and the empire grew vastly economically and industrially in the next millenniums. Today, the Aborian Empire is still ruled by Jabor, as one of the mightiest empires in the region.
Strengths: Jabor possesses incredible physical strength, and a skill and determination in battle that can hardly be matched by any mortal. He has millenniums of experience and is a feared opponent in most situations. He has been studying and practicing magic the two last millenniums, and have begun to master fire and earth magic.
Weaknesses: Jabor, like all beings, possess weaknesses, but he hides them well. He is quite vulnerable to the attacks of agile, dexterous warriors, because of himself relying on techniques more focused on brute force and resilience rather than mobility and acrobatics. He is also vulnerable to attacks that immobilize him, as he is a melee combatant. His strong will and determination makes him hard to manipulate, but he is proud and self-confident, traits that can be used against him.
Other Abilities: Jabor is an excellent tactician and military leader, traits that are responsible for much of his success. Other than that, he has a passion for strong alcoholic beverages, and is known to create a few brews of his own.


Name: The Empire of Aboria
Population: 4 724 660 people, about 54 percent human and 44 percent minotaur, the last 2 percent being mixed.
Standing Army: The Aborian Imperial Army consists of about two hundred thousand soldiers, minotaurs and humans being almost equal in numbers. The army is well disciplined, and military training is effective and thorough. In addition to the army, Aboria can raise almost one million farmers, miners and other workers as militia, resulting in Aboria being a very military powerful nation. The military is composed of several branches. These are the Cavalry, the Infantry, the Artillery and the Black Guard. The Black Guard is Jabor’s elite army, composed entirely of black-skinned minotaurs. They number around four hundred soldiers, and are by far the empire’s finest soldiers. The cavalry consists mostly of horse archers and light armored lancers, the Infantry is divided into footsoldier battalions and the archery battalions, and the artillery regiments are responsible for operating the army’s powerful ballistae and other siege weapons.
Major races: Most of Aboria’s population is made up by minotaurs and humans.
Description: Aboria consists of the vast Aborian Highlands, being dominated by a harsh climate with fierce winters and relatively short summers. A few large lakes lies in the western areas of the empire, while most of the landscape is dominated by twisting rivers, rocky plains and hills, and thick forests of evergreens. The rocky hills that dominate the landscape are extremely rich on irons, and mines can be seen dotting the landscape. Several mining towns are spanning the empire, and the population in general lives quite spread out. The capital of Aboria, Ralu Khar, is a huge fortress-city located almost in the centre of the empire, it is known for its impassable walls and incredible fortifications. This is the city where Jabor lives and rules from the Iron Palace, a huge tower built entirely in iron. While the seasons are harsh, many people still farm the countryside, and agriculture is one of the empire’s major industries besides the mining. Currently, the empire is not at war, but it has waged many wars and always emerged victorious, its army is experienced and mighty.

Fussiler1

Name: Assyr,
Age: 8494
Preferred appearances: A tall man with an Achaen sword and nomad clothes, like a bastard between the two peoples. Brown hair and brown eyes. He is recognizable due to a scar on his hand. Besides that, he can also appear as a mountain wolf.
Other Appearances: A heavily armoured rider on a great stallion, completely armoured, with a silver helmet on his head that covers most of his face and a spear in his hand, even though this appearance is very rare.
Personality: He's a grumpy Immortal, always sober and dark. He is also very interested in history. He does not fear a fight, but neither will he try to cause one.
Bios: Born at the Cloudstorm Mountains, he descended from one of the less powerful nobles of the Sharu'amn. His family had ruled a mountainous area before being overthrown by the human nomads of the area. His childhood was fine, but he was generally disliked by his parents and family members as the last of five sons. He grew older and he grew wiser, usually buried in his books, eager to learn, still he was forced to follow sword-training for a long time. When he was finally an adult in Immortal terms, he left his home without any word and descended down into the world of the mortal with just a sword and some clothes. He wished to leave behind what he had known and go to places unknown. And so he did, for ages he travelled the world and effectively sketched a map of where he had gone, however, over time, as he learned more and more, he became depressed about what he had learned, for mortals can be evil and twisted in their minds. However, when he finally arrived in the lands of Assiml, he stayed there for a while and interacted with it’s inhabitants, the nomads. He realized they were like him and he befriended these people along with the minotaurs. He left once more and started wandering again, only to return shortly as the Achaens arrived and the Wars of the Plains erupted. He forged a fragile confederation between the two peoples and stayed, watching his creation.
Strengths: Years of travelling have given him great knowledge about the world and it’s inhabitants. He is quite good in fighting with the sword and was able to master the magic of fire.
Weaknesses: Easily inflammable, is not very social and most Immortal warriors would defeat him in melee combat.
Other Abilities: He has a reasonable sense of tactics and strategies.

Name: Assiml
Population: 600.000
Standing Army: The current army is more of an assembly of the city-states and nomadic tribesmen then a real army, consisting of horse-archers and light cavalry along with levy 'civilized' troops mainly existing out of spearmen. At the most dire times, the minotaur can be mobilized. In normal times of warfare it can field maximum 25.000 men, in very dire times 30.000.
Major races: Humans, but there are also a couple of minotaur tribes in the north-eastern mountains.
Description: In the north-east and south the terrain is very rocky and the mountains of the Alahnam begin there, but if you head futher to the west you will find a fertile plateau. The nomad tribes are mainly wandering near the mountains while in the lower parts of Assiml there are a few cities, made out of the men of a country far away, colonists of far away, who had recently settled and were called the Achaens. The nomads and the minotaurs were the original inhabitants, but after decades of battle they were expelled to the mountains. Years later a confederation was made to protect themselves from the influences from outside, because both sides were very fragile without each other. Nonetheless, the confederation is very fragile due to it's mutual hatred of each other. The capital would be Asser on the fertile plains down to the west, minor cities would be Lassina and Jinan, with very few villages, yet most of them exist
of a mix of the nomads and the men of the cities. These cities were made from the ground, built up in years., not allowed to grow. The ground is full of iron and in the mountains gold can be found, however, this is unreachable due to the nomads killing any man from Asser and the other cities, despite the agreement.

AlienAtSystem

Name: Sed
Age: 964
Preferred appearance: A male human (young, with tan skin) with the head of a black jakal, dressed in loincloth and armed with a khopesh
Frequently used appearances: Fully human male wearing the same clothing and weapon, a black jakal and a falcon for travelling longer distances.
Personality: Mild and peaceful towards his worshippers, but agressive and unfriendly to strangers and anyone who tries to harm his people. Impulsive but proud.
Bios: Sed is the last heir of an old and powerful line of immortals who ruled a giant empire in the deserts. Their slaves built huge monuments of stone to worship the gods and rose to cultural heights. But long before the rebellion, the empire was overrun and destroyed. All that remained were the temples and pyramids of the past centuries. In the Cloudstorm Mountains, they were long the most influential family, but infightings and some not-settled conflicts with other pantheons extincted most of their members. Sed was born long after the destruction of the old empire and had to watch the decline and decadence of his house up to the point where he was the only one left. Now he tries to regain his familys honor and empire.
Strengths: He is a master of the desert and can bend sand to his will. Most of his foes find themselves lost in a sand-storm. He is also expert in fighting with his khopesh.
Weaknesses: He draws his strength form the sand and is weak outside the desert. And du to his rather unarmored appearance, he is vulnerable to anything that can not be blocked by his blade.
Other Abilities: He has a good singing voice when completely human.

And his "empire":

Name:Tribes of Ta-wer
Population: 375 ± 1
Standing Army: Does not really exist, but theoretically every male is able to at least hold a weapon, so a bit more than 100.
Major races: Gnolls
Description: Ta-wer is not an empire in the literal meaning, it is a collective term for several tribes and packs of gnolls that worship Sed. They live a nomad life in the large Meden desert and the adjacent savannas. Some settled along the river Wadj where the old empire was once located.

Levdragon

Edit: Here it is
Name:Beriadan the Divine
Age:2,435
Main Appearance:A tall and slender elf of the high knowledge, or more commonly known as a "High Elf". Beriadan's skin is pale and golden like most high elves and his eyes are a piercing and shimmering blue. Beriadan commonly wears comfortable and fine-lined clothing coloured white with gold lines and a embroidered eagle on his chest.
Other Frequently Used Appearances:A pure white metallic golden, a discrete shade and a large white eagle.
Strengths:Has a deep knowledge of magic and historical events. Specializes in the manipulation of mortals.
Weaknesses:His main weakness is his lack of physical strength and without feelings or pity for anything, he sometimes misjudges his armies strength, morale and ability causing many causalities.

Biography:Beriadan unlike most other immortals was born in a mortal society, the high elven kingdom of Arcania. This was arranged by his father who has done this in order for his son to gain a different approach towards mortals and perhaps one day find out a way to successfully manipulate and rule the kingdom. Beriadan's father with the help of his lesser immortals found out a way to block off Beriadan's power until unlocked again by an immortal. Beriadan grew up as an adopted son of the powerful Lord Savarile, third in line to the elven throne and was tutored in the way of the elves and had a multitude of human slaves. Beriadan was the most prominent student in every single aspect (Apart from Warfare) and soon became the jewel of Savarile's household. Savarile's two biological sons had something else to say on the matter and soon arranged for Saravile's courtesan to be assassinated and Beriadan framed for the murder. Not long after Beriadan was imprisoned and soon the day of the trial came... Beriadan called upon his female companion and childhood sweetheart to testify spending the night together but she accused Beriadan of threatening to kill her the same way he had murdered Saravile's courtesan. Betrayed on all sides Beriadan was sentanced to death by hanging. The day before the execution one of the lesser immortal agents disguised as a servant was sent to break Beriadan free and return him to Cloudstorm Mountains. Soon after Beriadan's father explained his true destiny and then he gathered the other lesser immortals and arranged a ritual to take place in the Golden Chamber. Unknown to the immortals Beriadan was not a mere immortal and his powers surpassed even his fathers. When his powers had been unlocked a surge of pure energy was unleashed from Beriadan unwillingly and destroyed the entire Golden Chamber. One lesser immortal remained, Altharian, the agent sent to rescue Beriadan. Altharian quickly gathered a few remaining books and carried Beriadan's unconscious body far away from the mountains. Hundreds of years later Beriadan had learnt to manipulate magic and many other godly abilities and together, Altharian and Beriadan devised a plan to take over the kingdom of Arcania. Altharian had witnessed an empire rise and fall and knew that if Beriadan was to rule over Arcania, he needed not to conquer it by might, but through religion. For two hundred years Altharian and Beriadan scoured the lands searching for fifty powerful artifacts and relics and finally were successful in finding them. Beriadan and Altharian entered Arcania secretly and travelled around the various villages spreading word of the corruption and evilness of the royal family and how the elven elite must be eliminated. Ironically Beriadan's very plan to cause an uprising to defeat the monarchy was the very same plan used to destroy his race's civilization countless millennia ago. Of course the rulers of Arcania stood no chance against the thousands of slaves who had turned on their masters and soon the last Loyalist bastion was the capital. Beriadan chose this moment to reveal himself as the one true god, who had descended from the heavens in order to liberate the human race from the opposing elves, even though Beriadan himself had taken the form of an elf.
Beriadan gathered fifty ex-slaves and granted them each an artifact and called them forwards to the city centre, which had been deserted by the guard. Beriadan siphoned the energies of the fifty humans and caused the artifacts to activate, instantly killing the holders but granting Beriadan immense power. Beriadan used this power to cause a magical explosion that destroyed the entire city, leaving nothing alive except for the two immortals. Many years later and Beriadan had established himself as the god of his new kingdom, Vallea, named after the new Capital city. Although the new royal family was human and ninety percent of the population was human the true power was still held by the elves, the only race allowed to become priests of Beriadan.

Beriadan's Nation:

Name: Kingdom of Vallea
Population:Roughly 585,000
Standing Army;
-The Army of Vallea (Controlled by the King and comprised of many Lord's, Duke's, Count's and Baron's armies. Field many different kind of infantry, archers and cavalry.)
-40,000 during peace.
-During war can range up to 68,000 due to peasants being conscripted.
-The White Army (Controlled by the Divine Order and comprised of very elite infantry, controlled by the High Priest and ultimately Beriadan.)
-3,000 Always, not one more, not one less.
Major Races: Humans, High Elves, Half-Elves
Description: Vallea is the new kingdom built in the place of old Arcania. Vallea is large in size and comprises of many cities, towns and villages. Vallea is truly ruled by Beriadan the Divine however, a figure head, the king is put in place.

Narrat0r

Name: Valendion
Age: 9.800
Preferred appearance: Valendion often takes the appearance of a six-winged angel, wielding a holy scythe with great agility.
Frequently used appearances: Valendion doesn't change much from his angel form, but when he does, he takes the shape of a blue wyrm. This form enables him consuming slight amounts of magic from his environment.
Personality: Valendion is light-hearted when it's up to communication and assisting others, but he's fearless and fierce in combat.
Bios: Born in a respected family of Angel-Gods in the he wasn't pleased with the empire they ruled, named Khalia. People were disgraceful and mean, traits inappropriate for citizens of an empire ruled by Angels. One day, he decided to search for a better land; as an immortal with holy powers of healing, he has wondered around the world, searching for a nation of honor and power, which he would try become the leader of. He values warriors with honor and grace, and that's why he would embark on this quest. After many, many ages of searching, he knew that it's hopeless to search - because the empire he wanted could only be made my himself. That's why he returned to his homeland, Khalia, to claim his title as the king of it. And it was his time to take the royal duties - soon, Valendion became the ruler of Khalia. He did everything he could to change people in to kind and brave warriors, which he accomplished trough long and hard years. Now, his empire is strong and brave, filled with heroic warriors and noble paladins.
Strengths: Valendion is quite fast and agile with the holy scythe, giving him the advantage of speed in combat. He has numerous healing powers and the same amount of deadly offence spells. His big advantage is also the ability to fly high into the skies with the angelic wings, enabling him to land a fast strike to the opponent below him.
Weaknesses: While being able to fly, Valendion's move speed is pretty low. Due to to size of his wings, his flight is limited to just a couple of hours a day, after which he must rest. Also, the offence spells he has aren't very strong, since the Angel powers are only supposed to be used for healing.
Other Abilities: Valendion is able to do a quick phase shift, so he can pass trough walls and barricades.


Empire: Kingdom of Khalia
Population: 900.000 humans, 250.000 elves
Standing Army: Current army of Khalia is made mostly of battlemages, at least 50% of it. The next 40% is composed of elven archers and warlocks, as a support army, and the final 10% are basic human knights. The reason for this is that the army is mainly focused on having less damage inflicted to them, while also being able to heal with holy spells. The worker population is composed of 180.000 farmers, 40.000 of them ready to turn into militia.
Major races: The whole population of Khalia are humans and elves. Human and elf sex is strictly forbidden.
Description: Khalia is set in a great valley, near the seaside. The eastern part of the empire is set on the high, snowy mountains, while the west is in the lower, often sunny part of the land. The royal tower is located in the very middle of the Empire.

Dragonson

Name: Eruqc
Age: 50.000
Preferred appearance: A tall man whose body is allmost entirely covered by a red cloak.
His face is allways covered by a light-blue mist, and from beneath it his eyes shine teal at all times.
Frequently used appearances:
A enormous grey wolf with a red color and teal eyes.
A raven with red eyes.
A minotaur with an enormous Axe, red fur and legs made of steel. (When Infuriated)
Personality:
Eruqc is patient, incredibly patient.
This is sometimes mistaken for stupidity or lazyness, but is still something Eruqc's few followers revere him for.
He is also very stubborn, which kindof is a dead giveaway along with the patience.
He is though easily annoyed when downright defied, and can be in legendarily bad moods if his patience ends up being all for nothing.
If there is one thing he is not, it is forgiving.
Bios:
Eruqc were told at the beginning of his life that if he waited long enough, all would go well.
So in the first many years of his existance, Eruqc patiently waited for everything to turn out fine and everyone to be happy.
Things did though, not really turn out as he wanted.
One day, after once again having heard bad news from the world outside, he went into a great rage, angry with the world and the apparent futility of his patience.
He soared down from the mountains that he lived in, in the form of a great raven, and soon after arrived at the nearest city, where a battle was going on.
The city had been under siege by superior forces for months, and were on the verge of defeat.
When Eruqc saw this, he realized that patience alone was not enough.
Like him, the city had been waiting inside it's inpenetratable walls, hoping to last longer than the beseiging forces.
But the attackers had the world on their side. Fresh supplies of food and water arrived every day, and they had great feasts while the city starved.
Eruqc were distressed about this.
It did not seem fair to him that the beseigers should live in luxury while the stalwart city starved. Someone should do something.
Then he realised, he could.
That night, a cloaked stranger appeard in the city center.
He talked with a mighty voice to the awestruck citizens. He told them that he could free them from their attackers, that he could win the battle for them.
If they promised to strike back at their enemy when the battle was over, and not lie dorment like he had done.
That night, the sky rained fire upon the beseigers, and Eruqc, Lord of Resilliance, Patience and Vengeance, was born anew.
Strengths: Eruqc never gives up, and his mind bogging patience tends to drive his enemies mad.
He is a lord of destruction, not afraid to unleash cosmic fury upon his enemies when needed, and known for never forgiving anyone.
And the longer he waits, the more his power grows.
Weaknesses: Eruqc's enormous patience sometimes leads to great periods of inaction, even though he tries to avoid them.
And if his plans go wrong, and his patience turns out to have been all for nothing, he is unable to think right and goes into a rage of irrational thoughts and rushed decisions.
Other Abilities: Eruqc is a great manipulater of the Fire Element, and has a fancy for shaping it and using it like it was one of the other elements.
One of his most frequent tactics is letting a wave of fire scour the land, or letting raindrops of molten rock fall from the sky.

Name: Serevoya
Population: 400.000
Standing Army: 30.000
Major races: Humans and Minotaurs
Description: Serevoya lies in the colder parts of the world, up near the big mountains in the hilly grasslands.
Around the entire empire Eruqc has erected a "Natural" wall of stone spikes, with a few well guarded gates here and there.
The empire's politics and social system is quite simple: The more you work, the more you get.
Eruqc rewards patience more than anything else in his followers, and anyone working hard enough might end up living a life of prestige and luxury.
Lazyness is though something that Eruqc stikes down on with an adamantium fist, so if a person that thinks he has acheived all he wants stop working and begins living a life of idleness Eruqc will find a suitable way to have said person destroyed.
But for the one prepared to do some work, Serevoya is a place of opportunity and new horizons.
Serevoya mostly survives on the great amount of agriculture that it's inhabitants practice, but the empire is also quite rich on Iron, which has resulted in Serevoya being a center of smithing and other ironworking industries.

Cthulus

Name: Ûthun (Also known by commoners as the Wildman of Illien Falls, the Crowfeathers Man, and the Penitent of the Illien Grove by some learned scholars.)
Age: 76,000
Preferred appearance: He usually appears as a thickly-muscled and tall human man, with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, which form a rather handsome face that seems to contain some great sadness. His hair, a deep auburn-brown chestnut shade, is short and extremely thin on the sides, but thickens in the middle, although it is still cut short. The whites of his eyes are permanently a pitch-coal black, with a tiny pupil in each that appears to be formed of tiny flecks of blue ice. His skin is nearly white, with a hint of something darker in it. He also has a small scar on the right side of his lip.
Frequently used appearances: Ûthun often appears as a crow, a large and thin specimen, with his characteristic eyes and a scar above it's beak.
Personality: He is a mournful being, often glum and unfocused, and above all, will not brook hatred or revenge, seeing such things as low and base. He also has great care for humanity, and hates those tyrants that would force their fellow men to war or other acts in their name. Overall, he is a kind and compassionate person, loved by the people in the region, although few if any have ever seen the 'Wild Spirit'. He will usually see the negative side of a problem, but is nonetheless very courteous towards all who mean no harm to his lands.
Bios: Long, very long ago, a young immortal came out of the far North-East lands, a stripling of only a few hundred years of age. He at once was initiated into the Immortals' city culture, as he had been born out in the outer territories, where the masters and their creations lived much closer.
He was raised by Lin MacGluh, a master at the shaping of new life, who at the time was working on a new creation, mankind. When Lin died from a terrible injury, it was Ûthun who carried on the work, along with a good hundred or so of the other people involved, although it was largely done at the time that the young immortal began his work. During the fall of their Empire, he withdrew himself from the city, and was able to secure himself passage out through the invading slave-armies. For this, many of those he worked with saw him as a coward, although Ûthun had no wish to fight those his people had created, as he had put something of himself in those races, and found he could understand why they acted so.
Eventually, after many hundreds of years of wandering around the no longer Immortal-ruled regions he had known as a young one, he settled himself down in the mountains of Illien Falls, a place where the compassionate Lin MacGluh had once meditated. In these modern times, many small villages dot the area, mostly farming towns, and those peasants have all by now heard the tales of an undying being dwelling in solitude up in those mist-capered peaks of stone and fir trees. Ûthun only wishes to be left alone, and although once in a while the commoners bring him offerings of fresh foods and grain, he has been mostly left alone. Sadly, he often hears news of the distant empires where Immortals have re-founded themselves from the crows of Illien Falls, and he greatly distrusts all such people. Secretly though, he misses his people greatly, for he was a much-loved immortal before the Fall.
Strengths: Ûthun has no particular strengths, although he is very physically powerful, able to uproot a mighty tree, or kill an elephant, although it would be against his nature to do either. He manifests an amount of Earth magic, but is limited to things of nature, finding himself unable to bend stone or other things the Earth school of magic is usually centered around.
Weaknesses: He is quite easily manipulated, as his good intentions for humanity lead him to help the people of the surrounding villages during certain seasons, such as the yearly harvest, and the colder times where raiders may come in from distant territories. He also is a little uneasy around women, finding himself unable to really understand them well.
Other Abilities: He is good at farming, and knows how to plant and care for just about any plant, while he can identify most wildlife and their properties. He will go out of his way to help animals, who are always calm around him. Some could, and have in the past years, see him as a sort of nature god.

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[Gyrosphinx]

It was night, and Jabor stood on the balcony outside his private quarters. The air was cool and dry, and the sky was clear. A sudden blaze on the horizon swiftly got his attention. Something seemed to be burning. What looked like a tiny sphere of fire on the horizon swiftly gained altitude and grew larger. To his great surprise, Jabor realized it was coming faster, and right at him. The smoke trail behind the firesphere looked like black holes in the sky, and a dim glow of darkness surrounded it. The Sphere was now barely a mile away, and immense in size. In just a matter of seconds, it flew right over the Iron Palace, the tip of the tower glowing from its immense heat. "Damn..." Jabor muttered in the darkness, then walked inside, his mind filled with thoughts.

 

[Dragonson]

Eruqc looked up.
Not far above him, a great sphere of fire soared through the sky.
"Hmm... I wonder..."
He stood up, and looked down upon the great Valleys of Serevoya.
He was up in the mountains, and had been meditating until his attention had been attracted by the great fiery sphere.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a Red-Eyed Raven and flew up into the air.
His flight was in the direction the sphere had come from, hoping to find out what was going on.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

A Smile appeared on the cloaked figure's face as he left the mountain top. He was pleased by what his eye had seen.

 

[Narrat0r]

It was late night. Valendion decided to leave his quarters for a while, to go around the town, seeing the mortals' doings. Immediately upon leaving the tower, his eye got caught by high vividness of a large red sphere in the sky.
"I was expecting something interesting to happen today... I think I was right."
Valendion didn't care much about the strange happening; he simply returned to the castle.

 

[Levdragon]

A light tap tap sound echoed throughout the grand halls of the Temple of the Divine. Beriadan opened his eyes and raised his hands, immediately opening the dark, iron doors that led to his private chamber.

"Beriadan," a firm voice stated. Beriadan instantly knew who that could be, for only one ever called him by his true name instead of Divine One.
"What do you want Altharian?"
"Rumors have been brought to our attention of strange elemental magics being cast, fireballs of immense size."
"I hope you didn't disturb me for just rumors?"
"Of course not. It has also come to my attention that our spies in Kronia have confirmed the old king's death." With this news Beriadan jumped up in, obviously in joy and walked out the room.
"Prepare me for an audience with the king Altharian, and do it quickly."
"Yes my lord." Beriadan raised an eyebrow at Altharian saying 'my lord' but dismissed it, today Beriadan thought, is going to be the last day Vallea stands in the dark, for today, Vallea is about to double in size.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Jabor was looking at the map lying on the floor in his work room, he was longing for war. He was troubled by this new, deep bloodthirst, but he simply could not get rid of it. He grabbed his waraxe and leaped from the balcony as leathery wings sprouted from his back. The smoke trails from the fireball had disappeared, but the smell of burnt flesh and rot was thick in the air. He followed the scent in the direction the fireball had disappeared when he saw something on the horizon. Like a swarm of ants, an army was moving in the darkness. Jabor sped towards a border fortress lying nearby.

 

[Fussiler1]

Assyr sighed as he suddenly noticed the sky being lit up by a giant sphere of fire, waking children from sleep.. strange. No, it wasn't strange, it was mysterious. However, it didn't seem hard to puzzle out that it was obviously the doing of an Immortal.. ah.. He hadn't seen one for a long time.. he remembered his younger days and his face darkened even more, but he knew he'd love to meet one of his kin again. Oh well, such things happen..

Anyways, if it fell down it could be an interesting find.. mhm, perhaps it was a meteor? Who knew? He would find out what it was and damnit, take it for himself.. but first see what was out there. He laughed as he transformed into a hungry wolf and started chasing his prey, a cycle which was always repeated by the sun and moon for eternity..

 

[Cthulus]

Ûthun gazed down from the highest peak of the Falls, his sight eventually coming onto the strange light that had passed through the skies far from him, as if propelled by some great giant's hand. Not much had he done in years past, so he decided for once that he would at least investigate this unusual sight, no matter that it involved him not.

Concentrating, his muscular human form quickly shrunk and distended into that of the Wild Spirit, a truly large crow that the peasants in those small huts below revered at times, and took wing, his rate of acceleration increasing as if he too had been thrown into the air. "There is not much to note.." He said aloud to himself, his voice the same even in this form, one which shouldn't have been able to speak. Then, after a large distance, he came upon some large force on the ground. "A steady march, the reflection of the meteor on their weapons below, and quite a large number of them.. this may be interesting.." He thought about it. No doubt they were marching through the wildlands he protected now, but they were just within the territories of other people he did not know.. what should he do about this mighty army?

Ûthun shrugged and followed. After all, they might burn some trees or something.

 

[Levdragon]

Kronia's gates loomed infront of Beriadan and remained shut. A loud voice was heard from the escort protecting Beraidan, "Open these gates immediately, the right of succession to the prince of Vallea is clear, you have no legitimate heir, and your king is dead!" A few moments later no answer came, Beriadan knew it was time, time to reveal himself to the rest of the world, not just Vallea.

Beriadan jumped of his horse and walked a few paces forwards, his white robes and cape like a beacon in the foggy morning. Although another kingdom, Kronia is a few hours away from Vallea, and Beriadan knew that it was essential they be brought to the true faith, his faith.

With the fireball sighting although Beriadan had dismissed it, he only did this out of fear of the others thinking Beriadan thought is unnatural. Beriadan knew though, this is no omen, no simple meteor... this was the doing of another immortal. Beriadan's eyes turned into a pure grey and raised his hands in the air, preparing. Beriadan smirked at the thought of uttering incantations, as the old stories in the book said. Magic required no incantations, no speech, just utter power.

The very ground shook and the earth crumbled, in a few moments the gate of Kronia lay shattered in half, leaving a handful of defenders open mouthed. Beriadan has no time to praise his victory, for he lay unconscious on the ground, being dragged back onto his horde and away by his faithful immortal. Oh yes, soon a new age would arise, an age devoted entirely to the Divine God. All was being put forwards in motion, the only unknown variable, the risk in this gamble, the other immortals.

 

[Cthulus]

Far below Ûthun was some massive fortress, where he could see that mobile army was intent on clearing a path to the walls through his woods. His eyes narrowed as he felt the magics of the protective "knots" placed on the trees were neatly cut and placed aside, allowing the men to calmly put droves of his beloved trees to the hatchet. He swooped down below, angered that they would do such a thing, even when it was plain that some force protected those woods..

Their mages could see that the wards had been weak, as Ûthun had intended, but they must have thought they'd come from some novice and calmly severed them. He knew, angered at how they so hurriedly butchered the trees, that he could not allow this to continue.. but he would need help to stop an army.

 

[Narrat0r]

Valendion was standing on a high balcony of the Royal Temple, watching the sky. The red sphere passed a long time ago. Valendion didn't wonder what it was; as long as it didn't harm anyone, it couldn't be anything dangerous.
One of the temple maids walked past the balcony, not seeing Valendion. He felt her presence and walked up to her silently.
"Excuse me, miss."
The maid was startled - she didn't expect anyone to be in the top hall so late.
"Oh, Lord Valendion! I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't see-"
"Forgive me if I caused you a scare. I din't mean to."
'Oh, no, it's OK... What did you want, master?"
"I was wondering... Did you see the sky tonight?"
"No... No, I didn't leave the tower since morning. Was there something unusual?"
Valendion turned around. He was silent for a few moments.
"My lord? Is there something wrong?"
"...what? Oh, no. There is nothing to worry about. It's already a bit late... you should be heading to your quarters."
"Yes, sir. I am grateful."
The maid stepped out the room in a few moments. Valendion returned to the balcony.
"...the sky... Holds so much secrets."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Jabor landed in the courtyard of the fortress, then he was confronted by a guard. "Halt! Who goes there!" Jabor smiled. "Should you not bow for your lord?" He said, calm, but with a voice of authority. "Oh... I... I'm terribly sorry mylord!" The guard saluted. "Good, excellent. It is nice to know that our loyal soldiers are always alert." Jabor said, then walked past him and opened the gates to the keep. He swiftly marched towards the Marshal's Quarters, ignoring the saluting soldiers.

Opening the doors to the Marshal's Quarters, Jabor shouted, with the tone of greeting an old friend. "Marshal Ironpeak!" The Marshal was an elderly man, dressed in full officer's armor and uniform, and polishing his ornate longsword when Jabor entered. "My Lord! What brings you here? Surely it cannot be only to greet an old comrade in arms!" Jabor had no time to waste. "A large army is marching on our borders, heading for this very fortress! I saw them from the air, they are at least ten thousand strong." "That is terrible news indeed." Ironpeak said, his face grim and determined. "We are only two thousand strong, but you do not defeat the Wolves of Aboria. I'll alert the men." Jabor smiled a little at the marshal's determination. "It is good to know that you have confidence in our army. Do not dissappoint me, as I will myself attend on the battlefield!" Jabor turned and walked out of the room. He immediately headed for the walls.

 

[Levdragon]

A city on fire, thousands lay dead. The slaughter of Kronia would not soon be forgotten. The soldiers of Vallea took victorious and in turn, Beriadan. Having recovered from his embarrassing moment before he now sat on the large golden throne of Kronia. Much more befitting then those foolish peasants of Vallea he though. A pang of regret hit him for destroying the marvellous white marble palace of Old Arcania, but alas, little did it matter in the long run. Soon every nation in the world would build massive palaces dedicated to Beriadan the Divine. At least if all goes according to plan a voice sounded in Beriadan's head. Now that Kronia has been subjugated, even though the valiant royalists refused to back down, and even though a massive battle had endured, the rest of the country would not dare challenge the might of Vallea. Beriadan knew though, soon word would spread to other nations of this new conquest, and soon the other immortals would be alerted. Not if they can overcome the challenges that lay ahead, they are far to busy to realise their own failings. No, none will defeat me, I shall conquer this world and reinstate the golden age of immortals, with or without the help of the others. However, triumph shall not last long and the other countries still stood. Patience, Beriadan told himself. Arcania (now Vallea), Kronia had both seemed impossible, and now both are mine, why should the Kingdom of Prybourne be any different? Prybourne was a large kingdom that stretched almost all of the south of this pitiful continent, although their army wasn't nearly as large as Vallea's, Prybourne controlled most south sea trading ports and boasted a navy larger then the width of Prybourne City. Yes, if Prybourne was to fall, careful planning was to take place, and an alliance with another immortal. Beriadan's gaze must now turn north and west, to the other nations.

 

[Fussiler1]

He ran and he ran through the night, following the trail to the source of it... he would find out what was there, he had to. It was his duty to do so. Through the.. was it actually night? He hadn't payed attention, heh.. it was typical for him to lose sight between night of day. He had left Assiml and had hoped to know where it would end..

 

[Gyrosphinx]

From the walls, Jabor could see the army moving, they were many, he only guess the number of spears on the night sky. No torches were lit, and he doubted any guards had an immortal's sight. He could sense them, they where not even a mile away, their auras as fires in the dark. Soldiers were streaming to the walls, manning the bolt throwers and readying weapons. When the enemy came, the Wolves of Aboria would slay them. Jabor had great confidence in his army, for they were the most disciplined troops he had ever met, and he was responsible for their training himself. He ordered a soldier to ride for the nearest city with orders to raise more soldiers as reinforcements, then resumed attention to the army moving in the shadows. They were cutting through the woods, he could sense the trees dying in great numbers. That was Ûthun's forest, an Immortal he held deep respect for, for he was as old as the mountains and wise as the trees.

Prepare the Black Guard! March East! He sent a mental message to his most trusted leader, his second-in-command, Lord Marshal Garuthar of the Black Guard. They would come, and they would victor. That was the way of the Black Guard.

 

[Levdragon]

(( Is anyone ready to receive an ambassador/diplomat from Vallea, I'm sending them out because of Beriadan and just need to confirm I'm not intruding. ))

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: You seem to be playing in your own time, for all other players it's still night. But yeah, send a diplomat, though it would take him time to arrive anywhere.

 

[Levdragon]

(( Yeah I'm in the morning, Beriadan wasn't concerned at all about the fireball due to his other plans, I'll make a diplomat arrive later on when it's more suitable.))

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Yeah, I suppose I can receive a diplomat.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Alright, but keep on IC posting C:

IC:
Garuthar and the Black Guard were marching from Ralu Khar only minutes after recieving the message, and at a terrifying speed. They would not, under any circumstances let their master down, and he had understood the importance of his master's message.

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Suer Thanak was shivering in his throne room. He was the master of the Immortals, ruler of Cloudstorm Kingdom, and he was gravely worried. The fireball on the night sky was a bad omen. He had returned.

OOC: Only Suer Thanak knows of this 'he', just to avoid confusion.

 

[Dragonson]

After allmost a day's flight, Eruqc arrived at Aboria.
This was the kingdom of Jabor, an Immortal of great tactical prowress and wisdom.
It was a beautyfull sight, and Eruqc was not one to pass up the chance to enjoy a good panoramic view from the sky.

But something was off, something was ruining the beautyfull landscape like a blot of ink on a perfectly written letter.
In the horizon, a great army were marching.
And they were coming from the same direction as the fiery sphere.

Eruqc dived down towards the great city below him, eager to find out what was going on.

 

[Fussiler1]

After a while of travelling and sprinting, he finally left the plains where he had been running over and entered Aboria. Meh. He didn't know, he didn't know either who ruled it, but he would find out. Running, running.. He knew he was close, anyways. He felt it. Wondering what would be there, he fastened his pace to ensure he wouldnt miss it, and he started breathing faster to keep up with his pace.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

As the dawn broke, the dark army launched their assault. Thousands of deep elves in black armor wielding long halberds and wicked swords charged the fortress. They were many more than Jabor had anticipated, and he hoped the Black Guard and other reinforcements would reach here in time. The defenders stood stalwart and volley after volley of arrows and rocks rained down upon their opponents. Then, the sky darkened, dark clouds covered the sun, and it started to thunder. Icy cold rain flushed down upon friend and foe alike, and lightning struck on the horizon.

 

[Dragonson]

"Jabor!"
Eruqc cried out through the rain.
He was hovering in the air not far above the city, trying to get the Defender's attention.
"What is going on here?"

 

[Fussiler1]

As he got closer and closer, he started hearing vague sounds that kept getting stronger and stronger. He fastened his pace and rather fast, he arrived on a great hill that overlooked the plains below it. A massive army was appearantly besieging a fortress, but he wasn't sure if they also were assaulting the walls. Either way, he stood still and watched.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Eruqc?" Jabor shouted back with a puzzled voice. "Well, obviously, we are under attack here!" No banner or flag of any kind marked the attacking army, they bore no sign of their allegiance what so ever. The thick walls of the border fortress was keeping them at bay, but in the distance, massive siege towers rolled across the plain.

 

[Dragonson]

"So you have no idea why they are attacking either?"
Eruqc says and lands on the walls.
"Interesting. I hope you do not mind if i help you out a bit?"

 

[Narrat0r]

Valendion was in the royal library, sitting by the fire, reading one of the old alchemy books.
"So much peace..."
At that moment, a messenger ran into the room: "My lord! We're under attack!"
"...yet so much chaos." Valendion got up from the chair, and grabbed his scythe. "Who are the fiends attacking us?"
"We- We don't know, milord! This empire is unknown to any of our soldiers, but they are crushing our mages and warriors like pebbles! Our army desperately needs you!"
"Then I will wait no longer." Valendion phase-shifted trough the wall of the castle, opened his wings, and saw the battle.
He thought - "These invaders... who are they?"
There was no time to waste - he flew to the ground, casted a holy aura to protect his soldiers and himself, and got into the battle. His scythe flew trough the enemies swiftly like wind - no sword, arrow or a mace managed to get to his range.
The battle is raging...
OOC: Yeah, I was lazy with ideas... will post the "second part" too.

 

[Cthulus]

Angered, old Ûthun flew over to the fortress as he saw the troops below come out through the trees and rush headlong at the defences. From his high vantage point, he could see that another immortal, Jabor, stood somewhere upon the ramparts among the defenders. He flew just above the other, at least seven feet above, then shifted back into his human form. As he landed, he looked about him and realized another immortal stood by as well. Eruqc, one he did not know so well, but the name came to mind from some distant memory.

"All is not well in my woods. Let us teach these upstarts why they cannot harm the wilds." He smiled savagely at the two immortals, then flexed his impressive muscles as he looked back over the attacking hordes. "It's been too long, Jabor Skathr. I see you've cut quite a region out for yourself here, my old friend."

 

[AlienAtSystem]

The sun rose over the desert and bathed the sands with red light. A slight breeze was caught by the tents and brought sand and the first traces of the heat of the coming day. Arf, the leader of the small pack of Gnolls was already awake and enjoyed the first sunrays even with his troubled mind. This night, he had discovered a new star near the horizon, red and travelling fast through the sky. It was a sign, but he had no idea what it meant or to whom it was adressed. Suddenly, the camp was again shrouded in darkness. A sand storm obscured the sun and came nearer fastly. A few meters away from the camp, it collapsed and Arf was bathed in light again.
But suddenly, the sand storm appeared again directly in the middle of the camp, a tornado of wind, dust and sand, directly around the central tent which contained the shrine for Sed. The sound of a tarpaulin being ripped in pieces woke the rest of the pack up, gathering around the sand storm in which the shape of a tall human with the head of a jackal emerged. With a voice of rolling thunder, their god announced: "The time is ripe. Travel to the west, to the ruins of Chem-Nuf. The clans will gather to reclaim what was once theirs." Then the visitation ended as fast as she appeared, leaving just the sand-covered remains of the shrine tent.
In the camps of all tribes of Ta-Wer, the same message was delivered in mostly the same way. But it was not the conquest of the ancient land why Sed gathered his followers. He had seen the fireball and new that it was the sign of an evil that was even older than his family.

OOC: No, he knows nothing about him, but there were legends about him in his family.

 

[L2love]

As Dredmor walked into the center of a huge crater filled with ash he could only wonder what caused this "This is not a mortal creation some immortal some powerful immortal caused this..." And with those words Dredmor walked out of the crater worried and puzzled by what had occurred.

A few hours later Dredmor stands in his silver castle preparing for battle a large group of his White Rose followed him. As Dredmor walked outside his castle enchanted clouds started to float down from the sky and his troops and himself each got on one and they floated off as Dredmor left on his cloud he shouted to his men "Follow me men we go to gather are brothers in arms for these omens are nothing but pure evil..."

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Eruqc, Ûthun, are you with me? Let us crush these bastards!" Jabor shouted, and doubled in size as he leaped from the walls and into the fray. He slashed wildly with is war axe, mowing down the deep elven warriors like straw in the wind. He delighted in the bloodshed. These infidels were intruders on his land, and they had defiled the wilderness of Ûthun, they deserved it. The ground turned red as the giantic minotaur slaughtered his way on the battlefield.

 

[Cthulus]

With a primordial howl, the Immortal called Ûthun plunged down from the wall like a boulder from the highest of hills, landing among the deep elves' spearmen. Easily, the massive warrior cast aside the lightly armored soldiers, his fists punching holes in their ranks like twins spires of aged stone. Indeed, to the deep elves it must have seemed just as terrible, for about him they broke and ran, but the huge amount of them charging at the angered Immortals that stood among them just pushed their own frightened comrades into a determined slaughter.

Those trees he had tended, all the wildlife he had supported and watched grow, those were what he intended to punish these upstarts for. It was not revenge, only the just thing to do.

 

[Fussiler1]

Stoically, he just watched.. Assyr had no need to get into a fight, besides, watching was more fun then actually fighting. Meh. After it would be over he'd get down, but for now.. besides that, he was rather surprised to find three Immortals here.. he didn't really expect it.. oh well. He would watch.

Like he usually did.

 

[Dragonson]

Eruqc smiled slightly, under the blue mists that covered his face.
He rose into the air, and rose his arms toward the skies.
Soon, these dark creatures that brought destruction and notoriously bad weather would taste Eruqc's special recepie for death.

 

[Cthulus]

Ûthun saw Eruqc, a smile on his face, rise slowly into the air. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the play of magic around the rising Immortal. Snarling at an angry elf before him, he pushed forward, his clenched left fist reducing the spearman's head to jelly with a single punch. Far ahead, he could see a single organized square of heavily-armored halberdiers, their helmets concealing all but their narrowed eyes. He gathered his strength and leapt up, landing just ahead of the unit.

Lashing out with his right fist, he caught one of them and slammed the hapless warrior into the ground, leaving a big gap in the square. By some good fortune, one of the fortress' bolt-throwers took the cue and launched a shaft at the halberdiers, catching them directly on and killing several, perhaps maiming a few more as the unit came undone.

Smugly, Ûthun was quick to reduce the heavy troops a moment later into a mound of ruined corpses.

 

[Levdragon]

"Interesting, so war has come to other nations." The voice of this mysterious, hooded man echoed throughout the halls of this grandeur palace.
"Yes my lord, my spies confirm this," replied a thin looking man dressed in expensive garments.
"Little does it matter, two nations have already fallen to the Divine God and we can be sure that our nation will also fall. We must make preparations for his arrival and attempt to aid him in whatever way we can."
"But my lord, is that not treason?"
"Treason matters little now after all we have done." The hooded man let out a sigh and walked out the door raising his hand in goodbye.

"Altharion, have you dispatched the diplomats?"
"Naturally, and I believe they shall arrive soon." Beriadan looked at Altharion, he had changed much from the first day he met him. Instead of that nervous lesser immortal spy, Altharion could now pass as a higher immortal, minus the immense power of course. Beriadan dismissed Altharion and proceeded to walk towards a balcony overlooking Kronia city. He saw the people back to their daily lives, obviously they weren't too distraught by being conquered, especially by a god. Tomorrow he thought, my diplomats shall arrive and I shall put my carefully laid plans into place. Today however, I must rest, there is much to attend to.

 

[Narrat0r]

The battle was raging for hours already. Many fiends fell under the strikes of Valendion's holy scythe, and the army was rooting for their brave lord. The battle seemed to be on their side for a long time...
"Go forth, warriors! Do not let them breach the royal palace!" - Valendion was moralizing the soldiers.
But after some time, strong quakes started to feel on the ground. Valendion flew into air and saw all that he needed to: the opposing army brought a giant armored warbeast, crushing the holy army beneath its feet, being unharmed.
"Soldiers! Repel the footmen and archers! This creature is my battle!"

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Deep Elven warriors continued to swarm over them, as if their army had unlimited numbers. Jabor mowed his way through them and noted Ûthun doing the same. Suddenly, the rain seemed even colder, and lightning struck even closer. The clouds above them seemed to shift and form a hooded skull. It was early morning, yet it seemed as dark as dusk. The wind grew colder, and brought the scent of charred corpses and death. Evil voices whispered with it, as it blew by and grew in strength. This was no natural wind. Many of the dead warriors seemed to return to life, and stumbled to their feet. Jabor mashed more of them, reducing them to little more than mangled, maimed and rended corpses. He was covered in blood, and seemed more a beast than ever before.

 

[Fussiler1]

Necromancy? Pfft.. people were doing anything to win.. yep.. oh well. He wondered if he should interfere.. but nah, he wouldn't do so. It'd be stupid and he would risk a lot of things. Besides, he came here to watch, not to fight.

And so he continued.

 

[Dragonson]

Eruqc roared out towards the sky, unleashing the vast amounts of power he had gathered.
He channeled the energy through the storms that were raging, and Soon pillars of red fire struck the Deep Elves, coming down from the sky like they were lightning.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The elves began to scatter, and soon they were running for their life as the onslaught of the immortals continued. "VICTORY!" Jabor shouted, as loud cheers could be heard from the ramparts. The last elves remaining were those with bodies intact enough to be reanimated, and Jabor proceeded to dispose himself of them. The pillars of fire mowed down the fleeing army, and dead elves lay everywhere.

 

[Fussiler1]

Ah. It was over, he had waited long enough anyways. He howled and with great speed ran off the hill in full speed against the wind, against the natural speed of a wolf. His hairs waved in the wind as he started slowing down.. it would be suicide to walk into one of those fires. Navigating himself through the fire he would run for the gate to see the dead Elves himself.. he never really had a chance to get to study Elves. Besides, it was an opportunity.. finally, he stopped as he noticed the army of Jabor in front of him.
''Blegh.''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Assyr? Haven't seen this many immortals on the same place in centuries." Jabor said in the immortal language. He dismissed his troops and allowed them the victory feast they deserved. "How comes all of you ended up here?" He asked, and planted his axe in the skull of a twitching elf.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I forgot to edit the last part out, sorry.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Updated my own post.

 

[Fussiler1]

He frowned, or, if a wolf could frown, wondering how he knew him..? Meh, who cared?
''I followed a fireball..'' he grumbled whilst transforming again into a human, rather slowly. He became a tall man with a clothes of a nomad and dark circles under his eyes.
''Anyways, what happened here..?''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"These..." Jabor pointed at the dead elves. "...Invaded my land and chopped down the holy forests of Ûthun. It bothers me though, I can't seem to get rid of the thought that they are somehow connected to that fireball on the night sky." Jabor stared out in the air with a thoughtfull expression. The rain was still pouring down, icy cold.

 

[Dragonson]

"Not to change the subject or anything, but if none of you are going to fix the weather i will take a little time to sit down and do so."
Eruqc said, and sat down with crossed legs.
"Oh and, is anyone aware where that fireball actually hit?"