Classic Castle RP: Game Topic!

[Black Ranger]

D-4

The Black Monarchs' army had retreated, the Allies gave pursuit, but saw a white flag of truce. The armies made camp and the leaders met in the middle: King Edmund III, the Black Ranger, General Geordal, General Frendral, Lord Althalos, Sean O'lego, the Black Monarch and his father.
Edmund handed the Black Monarch a sheet.
"Read." he said. The Black Monarch started to read.
"Our terms to except your surrender: One, give up you army (at least half) and move Northward. Surrender A-4, and half of B-4 to the river to the crusaders, the forests to the Forestmen and Halvf of C-4 and D-4 to the Black Falcons. This or else war will continue."
"You have two days." Sean ended. they broke and returned to their tents.

D-4
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E-6, Stormdog

Eanna saw the orcs had not yet fortified Stormdog and led his men through the gates, bodies lay about the streets, and then horns of the orc king sounded, they came from every street, every building, a bloodthirsty look in their eyes.
"Charge!!" Eanna shouted and the Silver Falcons charged the orcs, thanks to being mounted the most of the orcs died. They dismounted and began to hack through the orcs. Romur spread quickly that an army of angels were coming throughout the city, whatever pockets of resistence exitsed they came and aided their heroes. The battle was turning, orcs ran to the docks hoping to flee, but fire arrows and oil were set to their ships. The orcs fell to a volley of Rangers, who ahd followed the Silver Falcons to Stormdog. Finally after a day of battle, Stormdog was purged of the scum. Five rangers had died, along with twenty Silver Falcons, the burial process started, as well as the rebuilding of the once fine city. A falcon was sent North to assure Edmund of the victory.

E-6, Stormdog

[FirebenderDude2]

Location= At the meeting place for the treaty.

The Black Monarch looked the terms over, and sighed. "Fine, but that doesn't include DM territory, and there are only 500 DM citizens AND soldiers left, and they all belong to me, so I get to keep them."

[Black Ranger]

D-4

"No." Edmund aid quietly. "They are free, their lands are to only have their people and their men. All lands conquered are free. That's a given for surredner."

[FirebenderDude2]

"Listen, buddy, I've been in politics for WAY longer than you. And what are they supposed to do with, what, 300 civilians and 200 soldiers, wasn't it? Oh, yeah, I'd also be protecting you guys. They're all in an uproar about loosing their dragons."

[Black Ranger]

D-4

Swords were drawn and bows notched, the Black Monarch found himself at the tip of Edmund's sword with four archers covering him and another four on his father. The Allies' armies were already geared and greatly outnumbered the last of the Black Monarchs.
"We entered this war to save them." Edmund growled. "They go free or I'll finish this the way I should have ealier."

[FirebenderDude2]

DEJA VU!!!!!!!!!

"Fine, but on your head be it. The Dragon Masters are very well known for biting the hand that feeds them if they are annoyed. I'd actually consider giving them a LOT of dragons in compensation.

(P.S.: BR, if this is supposed to be like WWII, then can I have money for losing? I heard in a movie that America gave it's enemies money when they won.)

[Black Ranger]

(P.S.: BR, if this is supposed to be like WWII, then can I have money for losing? I heard in a movie that America gave it's enemies money when they won.)

(This ain't WWII, and I ain't American) \
D-4

Edmund lowered his sword.
"Better." he said, "Now move along. Our men will see to the Dragon Masters."
The men and armies lowered their weapons and backed off.

D-4

[FirebenderDude2]

The Black Monarchs father grabbed his arm and teleported back to the capital, but not before he caused the fire to explode, wounding all the archers that had threatened him.

Back at the capital, The Black Monarch went to bed, thinking of something to get his nation back together, even if he couldn't get his territory back. Just then, a courier came in. "Sir, uh... I don't think the Black Falcons and their allies will like this." "What?" "Uh... the facts aren't quite clear, but the Dragon Masters have seemingly gone crazy." "What?" "They want us back. Something about a demon man..." He flopped back on the bed. "You're right about both. But tell them we'll be there... ZzZzZz." The courier backed out of the room and shut the door quietly.

(Matt, get out of there. That's your only warning.)

[FirebenderDude2]

Location= K-6

Jack stared at the tall ship awaiting him as he stepped on board. When he walked to the stern, a trumpet went off and the ship started moving away from the coast. He had heard of a vast treasure trove somewhere in Crown Knight territory, on the border with the KK2. He hoped this was a big one. All the troves he had found were nice and quaint, just a few pirates who couldn't hide their treasure properly. But this was the fabled 'Treasure of Morcia,' supposed to be so great that even 4 Kings could not tax their people for an entire century. A complete exaggeration, but large things are often exaggerated.
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Location= D-3

Chris walked away from Conin, who he had placed as regent of Wolfpack, and started towards Gerodal. "So, old friend, how about I rejoin you? I still need my sword back, though."
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Location= D-3

Out of nowhere came the beating of giant wings as Strabo (for those of you who don't know, that's my dragons new name) landed on the ground right outside of the camp. "Hey, I heard you guys might need someone to watch over these guys for you." Most of the army stared blankly with open mouths at the largest dragon they had ever seen. "What? Am I that popular already?"

[Matt BeDar]

Location: D-3

Gerodal was the only one out of all the leaders at the tent that wasn't in awe of Strabo. In fact, Gerodal was staring at the beast with a look of pure loathing.

Looking at Chris, Gerodal said, straining to avoid yelling at the unfortunate man, "As long as that," Gerodal lost control and started bellowing at Chris, "BEAST IS INVOLVED IN EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT, YOUR SWORD STAYS IN MY BROTHERS HANDS!"

Chris had taken a step back from Gerodal and was now fighting to keep from curling into a ball. Looming over the young assasain, Gerodal hissed his last words, "Understood, young pup?"

Without waiting for Chris' response, Gerodal stormed off, knocking over a guard that had been unfortunate enough to get in his way.

[FirebenderDude2]

Location= D-3

"What? Did I say something?" asked Draco. "No," answered Chris. "He's always been a sour grape. I don't really understand it, personally."

[FirebenderDude2]

Mark rode back in with Lady Katherine and viewed the devastation. Dead bodies of Black Falcons and Orcs littered the scene. He left Lady Katherine at the gate and rode toward the palace, and only found even more devastation, a huge wall of bodies, still burning from where the Orcs had piled the bodies of the vanquished and burned them. The soldiers that came with him started clearing out the bodies. What did they want? he thought. The only thing they could possibly want is... is... no that couldn't be right. Nobody had heard about it except for him and Chris for 100 years... but somehow these Orcs new about it. Impossible, he thought. They could have never found out. But something in his mind kept bugging him.

They had come for the sword.

[doodstormer]

I-3

Arthas' "surprise" was done. The machine stood a good 3 baseplates long, with archer ports and armorplating. The command deck had a reasonably safe view outside, and could easily be shielded with a sliding plate of steel. The huge steel falcon head cap on the ramming log was a magnificent sight. Inside he had hooked up the horses, to propel the thing. This was how he would vanquish the accursed Royal Knights. There was no stopping him. He climbed into the behemoth and gave the order. "Move south, It's time we paid them a visit."

The thing began rolling south, creaking and groaning, a machine of war.

I-2

[FirebenderDude2]

Location= I-2

Andrew (just to remind you that you have him) let the messenger bird fly off. He tested the string of his bow, and counted his arrows, sharpened them, and went back to his port. This was going to be rough.

I-1?
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Location= Matt, I am wherever you are.

Chris walked up to Gerodal and asked, "Before you stormed off, I asked you a question. Would you care to answer it?"
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Location= E-7

Marks new garrison of 600 were drilling out in the courtyard. A wall was being put along the shore, and along the bridge. At the end of the bridge was a gate in the making. All along all the walls were little dome-shaped towers with catapults on them. They were ready for anymore attacks.

Updated Stormdog:
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[FullNelson]

C-6

Fire danced through the town. Flames leaping from building to building. Peter yelled.
"What is happening. Who burned my town."
He ran into the town. Protestors who had been in The Black Monarchs army. Peter ran to his home. It was falling apart. He dashed upstairs to his fathers room.
"Dad! Dad!"
He opened the door and saw his dad unconsious. He picked him up and ran outside. It was to late. Peter dropped to his knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

C-6
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H-9

That was it then. Black Ranger was gone, and this time he wasnt coming back. Argone tried to push it to the back of his mind. There were more important things at hand. His men 600 or so men and Sir Nelson's 500 men were getting ready to attack Skorlor. King Gor had been crippled but not killed. He still had at least 600 soldiers plus his fortress.
"All right guys lets move out."

I-9