Classic-Castle Roleplay: September

[Formendacil]

Grid: M-9
Location: South of Drullen Bell Keep

"...we should keep walking, with no obstacles save ash and the moon to guide us, we could travel until we reached the edge of the burn..." Graygon was saying, annoyed.

While the others finished the meal Fraun had prepared, which turned out to be delicious for a meal on the road, Graygon left Rosa to join Sir Dractor. He said much what he had to Rosa, that they should continue travelling by night.

"I would agree in part," said Sir Dractor. "We should make use of this rare opportunity to put more miles behind us. Although I do not counsel marching all night. We will need some rest."

"Agreed," nodded Graygon.

"Then why don't you go suggest it to Radjar?" said Sir Dractor.

"Radjar isn't... precisely... our leader," said Graygon in a slighly pained voice.

"It's his quest, and he volunteered to go first," said Sir Dractor reasonably. "And he is the one king among us."

"All the same, it would be better if I wasn't the one to suggest it to him," said Graygon. Sir Dractor inhaled heavily. The fires that scorched the Forestdweller kingdoms had barely finished smouldering, and already there was trouble between Wolfpack and Dark Forest. Sir Dractor didn't like it. Personally, he like Graygon, and got along well with him, but at the same time he had no problems with the Dark Forest king, and no intentions of starting any.

"Very well..." he told Graygon, and got up. But he didn't go to Radjar. Instead, he went to Fraun. The Forestman was a very close friend of Radjar's and the suggestion would probably be best coming from him, as opposed to Sir Dractor. Unlikely as it might be, Sir Dractor was probably Radjar's chief rival for leadership of the company, and although Sir Dractor had no intention of usurping his leadership, it was best to let the idea come from someone other than himself.

Fortunately, Fraun was amenable to the idea.

"I was almost thinking that myself," he said. "Great minds must think alike. I'll tell Rad."

Satisfied that trouble had been averted, and that they would likely be moving on soon after, Sir Dractor went back to finish his supper.

[Loneranger]

(For those of you who are about to read this post, If you have a song called “Jo Hisaishi – NIWA TORI OTOKO TO AKAI KUBI #2 (nightmare 2) Then please play it while reading this post (and nightmare 3). Thank you)

The sun had risen as Sirion just sat there looking at the Falcons marching towards his men that were waiting on the soon to be battle field...

“M'lord?”

“What is it” Sirion replied.

“Shouldnt we head for the back of the line m'lord?”

“No. I will stay here with my men fight and fight beside them.”

“Yes m'lord”

Sirion kicked his horse and headed for the front of his army. As he rode past his men, all of them were lined up, some were looking at the ground, others looked at Sirion as he rode past them. Sirion jerked his horse around and around again, going back and forth...

“Black knights! Today is the day we drive the Black Falcons back!” Sirion turned his head and spat on the ground...

the men started to cheere, Some chanted. “King Sirion!”

The smile on the king's face slowly faded to a frown...

“Even though our blood will be spilt on these grounds, let us not forget the people we are protecting...”

Sirion turned his horse so it faced the Falcon army. The Falcon army had stopped marching towards the Black Knights...

“M'lord!” A knight yelled from his horse as he rode up to Sirion...

“Yes?”

“Beleriand has a request from you.” the Rider stopped next to sirion's horse...

“And, what is it?”

“Beleriand requests that he flys into battle alone and that any man will only slow him down.”

“Indeed it will, his request is granted. Just tell him this...” Sirion paused.

“Yes m'lord?”

“...Tell him to do as much damage as he can before both armies clash.”

“Yes m'lord.” the rider kicked his horse and returned to the back of the army.

“They're waiting for something...” a knight said behind Sirion.

“Yes, they are waiting for something...” Sirion replied back.

All of a sudden, a huge ball of fire hit the front line of the Falcon army. The Black Knights watched as the Falcon soldiers screamed out in pain. Beleriand flew out of a small forest next to the battle field.

“Yes!” Sirion yelled as his men cheered.

Beleriand landed right in the middle of the falcon army. Fire came forth from his mouth and burned the falcon troops. their screams were so loud that the city that lay behind the battle field could hear the screams of the men...

“Sir! The Falcon army is advancing towards us!”

“Give out the orders!” sirion shouted.

Everywhere, knights riding on their horses were screaming out orders. “PIKEMEN, FORWARD!”

“BOW MEN!”

“READY ALL SWORDS!”

“I can only hope bloodvaine does not come with his dragons...” Sirion thought to himself as the pikemen rushed forward.

LR

[The Green Knight]

Bernard Quorandis watched Jayko and Elwen dance, unaware that the Sorceror-king was approaching him from behind, intent on speaking with him

Targon had found it, the perfect place to steal Elwen away to, after their next dance. It was a beautiful balcony overlooking the palace garden. That was where he would propose to her. He knew that she was already enamored with him. Who wouldn't be after experiencing his dancing skills. All he had to do now was cram several years of courtship into one dance. A easy task when you have the charms of a half drunk field marshal. Now where was she?
~
Elwen was with Jayko, dancing across the ball room floor. Jayko was trying his hardest to empress Elwen. Complimenting her, trying to revive her from her dance with Targon. He had also made up his mind to tell Elwen about his feelings for her. Elwen saw it coming but she didn't know how escape. And if she couldn't escape, what then? She didn't want to hurt his feelings.
~
Meanwhile lord and lady Quorandis were sharing another dance.

"Now, my dear," Ferdinand began. "I have you all to myself."

"Oh really?" Margaret answered in a jesting tone. "And what of my other admirers? Surely you can't expect to hold be captive all night."

Ferdinand frowned and raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid that Lord Kilordan will be forced to dance with his own wife for a change."

"Oh come now Ferdi'. It isn't half as bad as you make it out to be. And what of you? Trying to make an impression with that young foreign girl by the look of it."

"An impression, yes, but not for me. I was, you'll find, but putting in a good word for our son."

Margaret eyed him suspiciously. "I hope you aren't up to any of your tricks, Ferdi'. Our son isn't a boy, you know. He's perfectly capable of finding a wife without your help."

"Tricks, my love? Why what ever do you mean?"

"Oh really Ferdi', you're just like your mother. Always trying to make a match."

"Now Margaret, one mustn't speak il of the dead. Besides, she did a good job with you and me didn't she?"

The lady smiled. "Now don't you get fresh with me, young man."

"Young man? Ah, but the night is younger then I and I want to spend every second left of it with you."
~
It was turning out to be a beautiful night. The moon was high in the sky and shown brilliantly with the stars in the heavens. Everyone at the ball was enjoying themselves. And the music played on and on, making it seem that the night would last forever.

But in truth not quite everyone was enjoying themselves. Elwen was almost afraid that the night would last forever. She had been saved from her predicament by another dancer. The man cut in just as Jayko was about to tell her his mind. Elwen appreciated the break but it was short lived. Targon finally found her and asked her to dance. Soon the pair was dancing, or rather stumbling across the ball room floor.

"You know," said Targon in an attempt at being debonair. "I've been a lot of places in my travels. I've seen a lot of wonders. But you know, I'd rather be here, gazing at you then anywhere else in the world."

Elwen didn't blush, but she felt like she was going to faint. Either from embarrassment or from the grueling pace Targon was setting.

"Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?" Targon asked.

"No." Said Elwen, hoping he wouldn't answer. She moved quickly, avoiding a step of Targon's that would have landed on her foot

"I thought, 'Targon, now there's a perfect woman if ever their was one.'"

The dance continued like that. With Elwen bravely facing both Targon's compliments and footwork. Targon was sure he was making progress. She was obviously playing hard to get, which meant that she was madly in love and didn't want him to know it. Not that it mattered. Targon could see her true feelings for him. Now all that was left was to close the deal. Targon knew what would ignite that special passion. He would win her heart by song.

And so, with the orchestra playing in the background, Targon began. He had, after all, an excellent voice in his opinion.


Then again, he thought he was a good dancer too...

[Formendacil]

Grid: N-24
Location: Talistran Palace, the Great Ballroom

Bernard Quorandis watched Jayko and Elwen dance, unaware that the Sorceror-king was approaching him from behind, intent on speaking with him.

"Might I have a word with you, Captain-General?" said the Sorceror-king, interrupting Bernard's viewing of Elwen and Jayko's dance.

"Certainly, Your Majesty," replied Quorandis, turning and bowing. "How may I help you?"

"I am here in search of something, something reputed to be hidden north of Talistrand, in the Old Ruins," replied the Sorceror-king. "King Valentius has kindly given me permission to retrieve it. I would like to ask your help, and the help of the Cavaliers in doing so."

"In what way?" asked Quorandis.

"I am a stranger in this land, and I am unfamiliar with the ruins. You are said to have been there before"- Quorandis nodded -"and I am not the only one seeking this... thing. I would take my own men to guard me, but this is a part of the Empire, and I would have the cooperation of the Cavaliers. Do I have your assistance?"

And so, with the orchestra playing in the background, Targon began. He had, after all, an excellent voice in his opinion.


Then again, he thought he was a good dancer too...

Elwen was not having a good night, and when Targon began to sing, it was the last straw on the camel's back. She started to faint, and suddenly dropped to the floor, falling out of Targon's arms.

Everyone in the Great Ballroom turned to the centre of the ballroom, where Targon stood beside Elwen's crumpled form. Sir Jayko rushed to Elwen's side, to revive her. She did wake for a moment, but seeing his face fainted again. Elbadar came up to try and pull Targon aside, and the Old Man came up to pull Jayko away.

On the edge of the ballroom, Quorandis didn't get a chance to answer the Sorceror-king. They both turned to see what the commotion was.

"Hmm.. I can see why you wouldn't want just those Dragon Masters along," he said. The Sorceror-king glared in Targon's direction. "Excuse me," said Quorandis, and he left the Sorceror-king, to fight his way through the thick crowd that had gathered around Elwen.

"Move back," he ordered, "move back! Give the poor lady some air!" The nobles and ladies parted at the commanding voice of the Cavalier captain-general. The Old Man was helping Elwen to her feet.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Not so good," she replied. "I half-fell on my crown."

"Perhaps you should take it off and let someone look at your head," suggested Quorandis. Elwen smiled slightly.

"No thank you, Captain-general," she replied.

"Please, call me Bernard," said he, "or Viscount, at least. Captain-general is a military title. A long one too. May I have the honour of escorting you to one of the tables? You look too weak to dance at the moment."

"Thank you... Viscount," said Elwen, taking his proferred arm with a smile. Sir Jayko stood watching with an expression of supreme loathing on his face. Targon was about to shout something foul at Quorandis, but Elbadar clamped his hand over his mouth.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

"I was almost thinking that myself," he said. "Great minds must think alike. I'll tell Rad."

Satisfied that trouble had been averted, and that they would likely be moving on soon after, Sir Dractor went back to finish his supper.

Grid: L-8
Forestman/Crusader border

After supper, the group of seven traveled a large distance though the choking ash until the moon had set. They slept in shifts, and Fraun, not wanting to upset Rosa, let her take his place at the watch. They rose when the first fingers of dawn emerged and ate while they walked, not wanting to waste any time. The monotony of the terrain stayed the same, and the group walked in pockets of twos and threes talking to offset the dullness of trekking in a wasteland. The terrain was not difficult, and so they had plenty of air to using for all sorts of discussions.

K-8

By the end of the second day, the group had gotten to know one another more, even Graygon and Radjar, who had talked a little without too much glaring. Weary, they plumped themselves down and took out some stale bread and cheese. Fraun could not light a fire, for all the wood for miles had been consumed, and he lacked the proper ingrediants to make one of Hodge's meals. Again they slept in watches, and again they were up by dawn walking.

J-8

At the end of the third day, the food was nearly out and tempers were slightly frayed. Graygon and Radjar, whose short-live semi-friendlyness ahd evaporated with the last of their water, were arguing violently on which course to take. The others stood to one side, debating with one another whether they should intervene. Rosa said with acid in her voice, "They are both like cocks in a barnyard, both scrabbling to be the Alpha Male." The Stormspear twins, Fraun and Sir Dractor nodded.

"Graygon, you tyco, listen! If we are to get to Ninjara as soon as possible, we should cut through Classic LEGOland and the Dragon Masters!"

"Dark Forest dirt, do you have any sence what so ever? Classic LEGOland and Dragon Master land is practically teeming with persons loyal to BloodVaine, like maggots on a corpse! It would be sucicide to treverse through there!"

This went back and forth until at last, Rosa had had enough.

"BOYS!"

The one word sliced throught the argument and Dark Forester and Wolfpack member looked at Rosa, astounded.

Rosa berated them, "You are acting like childern, using this excuse of which route we should take just to squabble with one another for NO REASON. At this very moment, BloodVaine could obliterate half of what's left of Dametreos with a single spell. NOW PULL YOUR SELVES TOGTHER AND SHUT UP!"

Graygon and Radjar dropped their eyes as if they were little boys who had been caught stealing sweats before dinner. Rosa nodding with satisfaction and turned to Sir Dractor abruptly.

"What course of action shall we take, Sir Dractor? Petty faction disputes don't affect you, for you are not of these lands, and so I look to you as the leader of this quest."

Sir Dractor looked amazed, shocked and annoyed all at the same time. He was honored Rosa trusted his judgement, but she sure had put him on the spot.

[Daimyo]

"WELL, of course," Radjar said irritatedly, "Choose the outlander to lead us!"
"Radjar, surely you trust Dractor? Or are you just to strung up in your own positon?" Derek yelled.
"This is out- outrageous!" Radjar replied, skulking off somewhere else.
"Where do you think you're going?" Graygon shouted after him.
"I don't know!" Radjar snapped back, "Somewhere away from you little mutineers!"
This final comment garnered a chuckle or two from the group. Rosa just laughed a bit to himself.
"I should go after that arrogant little megablok," Graygon muttered.
"Hmmm, are you talking about him or yourself, eh, Graygon?" quipped Fraun humourously.
"Oh, shut up!" growled Graygon, running out after him.

RADJAR walked amongst the forest, cursing to himself.
[/i]Go through tyco megabloks shifty-brick Classic Legoland, but no, the Wolfpack lapdog has to have his way. He thought.
"What am I saying? Dractor's a good fellow..." He said.
Suddenly, Radjar heard the sounds of marching...

[The Green Knight]

Location: At sea, grid R-16

The two Knight's Kingdom cutters, the Faindor's Green Glen and the Maiden Blue-eye raced playfully to the starboard side of the fleet, and several crew had wagers on the outcome.

Marus was standing on deck watching the race.

"A whole lot of good that's doing." A voice from behind him said. Marus turned to see a soldier walking up behind him. "Can't they see they're wasting time. Every second we waste is another man dead in BloodVaine's war."

Marus looked at him. "Well if you ask me you're all crazy. If you were smart you'd do what I suggested at the council. Grab your gold, grab your ships and high tail it out of Dametreos as fast as the wind will take you."

"Yeah, that didn't go over too well did it. That might be what you'd do, but we Bulls never give up without a fight."

Marus changed the subject. "You don't know where we're going I suppose?"

The soldier shook his head. "I've heard both north and west. Some say we're going to the Black Knights, some say we're going to the foresters. Still others say Ninjara."

"Phillip!" Said a voice from behind them. The two men turned to see another soldier approaching. "Hey Phillip have you seen Dilerd?"

"No, why?"

"Well he was supposed to bring up another keg of ale from the hold. Barbod ordered it to be opened in honor of our new ships."

Phillip sighed. "Why am I not surprised? So what, Dilerd isn't back yet?" The soldier nodded. "All right, I'll go get him. Knowing him he's most likely fallen in." Phillip stalked off with Marus following. "I don't believe this," the Bull knight muttered as he went. "There's a war on and we're passing out ale and holding ship races."

Phillip opened the gate to the hold and practically ran down the steps. Marus reached the door and was about to follow when he saw something that made him freeze solid.

As Phillip reached the bottom step a sword shot out from the side and hit him in the neck. "What the megabl...." The Bull knight toppled over dead. Marus raced down into the hold, sword at the ready. What he found shocked him. There was no sign of the attacker. Whoever it was seemed to have vanished into thin air. But what really shocked Marus was the pile of corpses, not five feet in front of the landing.

Suddenly there was a voice from the stairs. "Hey what's going on down there?" Marus looked around at the mess surrounding him.

"Oh megabloks."

[Formendacil]

Grid:J-8
Location: Nowhere in particular

"I should go after that arrogant little megablok," Graygon muttered.
"Hmmm, are you talking about him or yourself, eh, Graygon?" quipped Fraun humourously.
"Oh, shut up!" growled Graygon, running out after him.

Sir Dractor assumed command effortlessly.

"Let them go!" he ordered, as Derek and Fraun simulateously started to follow Graygon and Radjar. "They'll be back soon enough. Neither of them is that arrogant. Just give them time to cool down. In the meantime, we need to decide which way to go from here."

"Between the two of them, the Dragon Masters and the Legolanders cross the breadth of the continent," said Keavur, marking out a rough map in the ashes. "Unless we can reach a ship, which is pretty much impossible-"

"As well as dangerous," added Derek.

"As well as dangerous," echoed Keavur, "It is apparent that we must cross through one, or both. The stretch of Royal Knight land separating the Dragon Masters from the coast is too narrow and would require to much of a detour for us to get there."

"I wish to avoid Classic Legoland as much as possible," said Sir Dractor. "Orion is BloodVaine's headquarters, and although his takeover was bloody, he has almost complete control of the Empire."

"While the Dragon Masters are what?" asked Rosa.

"Turmoil," said Keavur. "Del Grakken has yet to solidify his hold on the Dragon Masters. He will be more concerned with keeping a grip on what control he has than on keeping people out of that land."

"We'd be a lot more conspicuous in Dragon Master lands though," noted Fraun, "and the deserts will make our travel more hazardous."

"Sir Dractor?" asked Rosa, after they had been silent pondering the question for a moment. "Which way?"

"Dragon Masters," said Sir Dractor briefly. "The chance seems better to me. And we might be able to help our cause by aiding those loyal to Lord Void, should the opportunity arise on our way."

"Now, we just need Radjar and Graygon to come back, and we can get going," said Fraun.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Jack oversaw the shift from the forenoon watch to the afternoon watch, alternating between relaying the Lone Falcon's orders and leading another verse of the chanties. His high spirits had most of the crew grinning though their work as well, especially when he took a few minutes here and there to turn clumsy acrobatics along the ratlines or gunwales. During one of his conversations with the Lone Falcon, the subject turned to their unusual ally, Lord Void, who was also in conference on Barbod's ship.

R-16
the airship Arklyndellys Vulondur, high above the Bull and Knight's Kingdom fleet

Lord Void returned from the meeting with Barbod and now was at the helm of his prized airship, lazyily guiding it with one hand while leaning against the rail and observing his crew. The Arklyndellys Vulondur was manned with all of the fit Fright Knights available, for they had experience with air-bourne craft. Bourne also was on aboard, there to guide Lord Void and to act as a communicator to the ships below. Lord Void disliked flying the airship at such low speeds, but to properly protect the fleet below he always had to be right above them. No attacks had been reported yet, but it only was a matter of time. Lord Void leaned to port and screwed up his eyes. He could just barely make out the ships Fleetwood and Barbarian Blood heading back to Bull Isle laden with refugees. Trevelayn had given up command of his ship to continue on with the fleet to the mainland, but Peter McSornley had decided to return to Bull Isle and update Gerrik on the situation.

Lord Void returned his gaze to the Fright Knight crew, who were testing out the dozen ballistae mounted all around the airship. Lord Void grinned slightly. His Mana power has at last recharged completely and hit felt very fit.

Watch out BloodVaine, you made a mistake when you made and enemy out of me!

[lemon_squeezer2]

Grid: G-23
Location: Aylmer Keep

Frederick rose up from the chair he was sitting at. Across the long wooden table from him was his father. The room they were in was a larger one, meant to serve as a great hall, but most often employed for the meetings and audiences Alfred Essers, the baron of the area often had. “I realize that the dangers are great”, he began, “but the news from the homeland has been troubling. For months now, talks of a great war has been talked about, but for the past two weeks there has been no report on what is happening. I mean to travel to our capitol to find out what is going on.” “Please, Frederick, sit down.” His father replied. Reluctantly, his son collapsed into his chair. “We should not be concerned what is happening hundreds of miles away from home. Our business is to tend to the trade that we hold with the islands around us. I want you to go to Talistran Palace and see if we can open up a new trade route there. As of now, we have a surplus of wheat that we must get rid of. I want to sell it for as high of a price as possible, and knowing the voracious appetites of those classic Legolanders, I do not doubt we can fetch a high profit there.” Frederick responded, “Why not send William there? He can bargain better that I do, and I do not believe that an alliance with Talistran would change anything that concerns us. Let me go to our homeland and investigate what is going on there. If there is indeed a war going on, that is far more important that any trade agreements with our neighbors.” “I suppose you are right Frederick, but I warn you. If you do go, do not make any promises or agreements concerning my holdings. I do not want any trouble.” Frederick nodded his head in assent as he got up from his chair again. “As you wish father. I will do as you ask.”

A few hours later, he was on open waters on a small sloop headed for Lumbeck, one of the major ports on the western shores of the Black Falcon kingdom.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Voolmark went quite, and then said, "Have...you seen...Green Fox?"

Bjarn stiffened. "I have. He escaped from Drullen Bell's prisons when the wildfire broke out and I haven't seen him since. He could be dead for all I know."

Voolmark said quietly, "You can't hold a grudge forever, Bjarn..."

M-8
Council chamber, Drullen Bell Keep

--LATER--

After the last of the Forestdwellers had been transported to Fell Isle, Bjarn called together a council. The chamber felt particually empty, for only a few high-ranking officers were now stationed at Drullen Bell. Only Voolmark, Gerald Vos, Gonderin, Bjarn and a Wolfpack official attended.

Bjarn spoke, "Drullen Bell has been emptied save for the troops of Wolfpack, Dark Forest and Forestmen. The question is, what do we do now? Do we retreat with our people to Fell Isle, or do we attack depertly in an attempt to cripple BloodVaine?"

Silence for a few moments, and then Voolmark spoke,


Sorry for the somewhat pointless post, I had to go before I could finish it and I Bjarn and Co needed an update anyway..

[The Green Knight]

Suddenly there was a voice from the stairs. "Hey what's going on down there?" Marus looked around at the mess surrounding him.

"Oh megabloks."

"I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I didn't do it!" Marus was being held by two men on the deck of the Bulls Revenge. Nearly everyone of any clout was gathered on the deck in front of him.

"LIAR!" Barbod cried. "Dirty Dragon Master filth! Toss him overboard and let him drown!"

"Wait Barbod." Said the Lone falcon. "We have to let him speak."

"Oh please, falcon." It was the Lone Ranger who spoke. "The evidence is all there. We're going to war here! Is this really the time for a trial?"

"I agree with Barbod and the ranger." Said Berlin.

"As do I." said Lovana.

"What say you Lord Void?" The Lone Falcon turned to the wizard. "Is he not your subject?"

"No." Said Lord Void. "He is a deserter. He even tried to use me as a hostage in an escape attempt, shortly after I rescued Reno and Aros."

"Is this true?" Barbod said, turning to the brothers.

"Yes." Said Reno. "Aros had to knock him out to stop him." Aros and Luxus nodded in agreement.

"Now hold on just a minute your lordships." It was Jack speaking. "I know it may seem like a closed case, and I wouldn't put it past him, for he sure has the look of one would do it. But we have to-

"But you don't under stand!" Berlin cried. "Those men were friends of mine. Friends of Peters. What will I tell him?"

"That's right," said Barbod. "I don't need my men being killed off by this Tyco Dragon Mast-

"Let him speak."

Barbod stopped, shocked at who had just spoken. It was Dordrot. "Now listen," he continued. "You can't rush off and kill this man just because you think he's guilty. When I arrived you didn't let me speak and regretted it later. If you judge wrongly again it won't be so easy to reverse."

"He's a Dragon Master, Dordrot. You can't defend a Dragon Master. Even if he didn't kill these men, he's sure to be guilty of worse things. Besides, where's the loss? The man has only been a hindrance, ever since he got here. Even Lord Void admits to that!"

Marus scanned the crowd, looking for a friend. "Gib!" he cried. "Gib, tell them that I didn't do it!"

"Oh he'd do it all right." Gib said. "Just the other day I heard him saying how much he hated the Bulls."

"No! No!" Marus cried. "He's lying! He's lying!" How could this be happening? Gib wouldn't. How could he?

The hermit strode forward. "Where is the weapon?"

Barbod produced a bloodied sword which Gib took. But the moment Gib's hand closed around the hilt, a grey blur hit him from behind. The next moments were utter chaos. Jackal was tearing at Gib with everything he had. It was a full minute they got the wolf off of Gib.

"Restrain that wolf!" Barbod cried.

"No," said a voice from the side of the ship "Restrain that man!" All eyes turned to the newcomer. The bedraggled figure was drenched from head to toe. His clothes were tattered, his face was scared and his eyes were red from lack of sleep. He looked like he had been though Megablocks. Reno and Aros stared in shock.

"Get back, demon!" Aros cried.

"I am not a demon," said the figure. "I am, once more, Searil Cordate. And that wolf has saved your leader from an untimley death."
~
Meawhile, high above the ships in the Arklyndellys Vulondur, a fright knight noted the apoach of a strange black cloud. But it wasn't any cloud. It was dragons!

[The Green Knight]

Grid: N-24
Location: Talistran Palace, the Great Ballroom

Targon was about to shout something foul at Quorandis, but Elbadar clamped his hand over his mouth.

"I don't think so, marshal. If two notes from your mouth made the lady faint, I'd hate to see the reaction to whatever else you have ready in there." Targon turned beat red. There would have been a fight, but the Sorceror King decided to save himself further embarrassment and put Targon to sleep with the snap of his fingers. The field marshal slumped against Elbadar's chest.

"Take care of him colonel." The Sorceror King said. "I have other business to attend to."

Elbadar sighed. He still hadn't gotten a chance to relay his message about BloodVaine.

The Sorceror King, on the other hand was getting more aggravated with Targon every minute and walked off muttering something about Lord Void getting rid of his worthless men.
~
Targon awoke with a shout. "What! What happened? Who, where.....ohhhh.....my head." Targon felt dizzy. The after effects of magic and wine were starting to show. His face was wet. Someone must have- SPLASH! another bucket of water hit Targon in the face.

"All right! All right I'm awake! Stop drenching me!" Though blurred eyes Targon made out the form of Elbadar. "Why you little upstart, I aughta-" Targon tried to get up but keeled forward onto his face. Soon he found himself being dragged back into a sitting position, and then... WHAP! ....he was slapped across the face. By the sound, it should have hurt, but Targon barely felt it. It did wake him up though. He was now staring, open eyed at the face in front of him.

"Targon. Targon, wake up!" WHAP! another slap. This stung a little more. Targon murmured something.

"Seriously Targon, do you have some need to make yourself look like an idiot?"

"Who you calling an idiot you little mega bl-"

"Oh shut up and listen for a change, would you. Now we can be friends here, or enemies. Heaven knows that you need a friend here! But you're not going to get any, the way you go about it. You know I actually respected you once. Back in the day when you actually had something going for you. But somewhere along the line you lost your edge Targon. You stopped being the up and coming and started being the obsessive, self absorbed, bitter old sergeant you are now. You aren't half so clever as you think, you know. At least not anymore. So we can go on like this, you hating me, me hating you. Or you can stop being so self conceited and actually use your brain. What do you say? Shall we work together for a change?

Targon was silent for a second, trying to reason it out. "All right fine. But don't even think about trying anything sneaky. I can tell when there's a snake in my path."

Elbadar smiled. "It takes one to know one."

[Loneranger]

“PIKEMAN! READY!”

Pikemen gathered together in the first line and readied there pikes as the Falcons came closer and closer....

“UNSHEILTH SWORDS!”

Shing! The black knight troops had just unsheilthed there swords as the falcons crashed into the pikemen.

“HOLD!”

“AHHHH!!!!” Falcon soldiers screamed as they ran into the pike heads, there screams of pain was heard behind the lines.

“SWORDS MEN! FORWARD!”

Black knight swords men rushed forward, there swords were swift.

“M'lord, there breaking through our first line!”

“Call them back!” Sirion yalled back to the man as he sat there on his horse next to the second line. Black knights started to excape the first line as Falcon troops passed through.

“our pikemen are in the third line m'lord”

“Forget them! Form a line of spearmen and swords men!”

“Yes m'lord”

Swords men and spear men made a thin line, behind them was Sirion.

“Here they come boys! Show them wha--” the second commander that gave out the orders was shot in the neck by a falcon bowmen.

Sirion looked towards the men, but when he looked back the falcons had already hit the second line.

“HOLD TOGETHER!” Sirion yelled out as black knights and falcon blood was spilled.

“RETREAT!” a black knight yelled out, one by one every black knight that was in the second line ran away. Only to be shot by falcon bowmen.

“MEGABLOCKS! HOLD YOU FOOLS!”

Sirion got off his horse and unsheilthed his sword. A falcon drived at him with a spear, only to have his head sliced open by Sirion deadely blade.

LR

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Large as it was, the Black Falcon army was by no means unwieldy. The Black Falcons were self-professed experts in the arts of war, and this boast was far from an idle comment. The one million-man army was divided into five distinct segments. The front lines, which constituted about a quarter of the army was made up of second-class soldiers, men who had been formally trained, but were not recognized as “elite”. Their weaponry was varied, the first few lines solely made up of pike and swordsmen, while a mixed regiment of crossbowmen, protected by portable shields, stood behind them. The second line was farther back, and was made up of roughly 80,000 elite heavy infantry interspersed with longbowmen, placed there ready to break the opposing force once the first wave was repulsed. A third line, far from the field of battle could hardly be called an army at all, its only function was to serve as porters and guards for the immense supply train that was in the back. In addition, there was a large group of reserves, nearly a 250,000 strong, ready to fill any gaps caused by some unforeseen event. On the right flank, there was a group of heavily armed horsemen, prepared to charge forth when the time came.

Randolph, experienced as he was, had never witnessed so much carnage. He was positioned on top of a large hill a mile away, and commanded the group of heavily armored knights. Looking down at the battle, he quickly called to one of his sergeants. “Make haste to my battalion commander. Ask what he wants to be done.” “Yes my lord. Right away”.

Randolph looked out again. The two front lines had clashed. The battle had began in earnest. A few moments later, Beleriand made another pass, his fireballs killing dozens. The Black Falcon soldiers were well-disciplined though. Randolph watched as the first few lines, disorganized and with many of the men badly hurt, fought their way through the Black knight's ranks until they were cut down themselves. Though the first few ranks of Black Knight soldiers were swept away, the first attack was repulsed, and the Black Falcons drew back in good order, their archers firing, inflicting many casualties among the Black Knights ranks. However, they were not without losses themselves. The bowmen that stood in the enemies ranks had inflicted terrible damage, and the first four lines of Black Falcons had been cut down. The scorching breath of the dragon had put several hundred soldiers to an untimely death death as well. Regrouped, the Black Falcon soldiers made another charge with the same results. “a bloody battle this will be.” Thought Randolph. “At this rate, half of our first wave will be cut down before we overcome our enemy.”