Classic-Castle Roleplay: October

forester3291 · Post by **forester3291** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 12:06 am

Grid M-8

Location: Drullen Bell keep.

Dordrot had been helping prepare for the great upcoming battle when he at down from exhaustion and let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't slept for days and it was finnaly taking a toll on him He looked down on his bedgragled self and chuckled. He looked like a shabby peasant
and not like a Bull Knight. He needed some armor and maybe a new axe too. He got up and wound his way through the chaos of the preperation to the room that was being used as the blacksmith room.

He walked in and was met with a rush of hot air. He went over to the darkskined man working over the anvil and tapped him on the sholder.

The man turned around and said. "Yes. How may I help you?"

The man had a heavy Crusader accent and was obviously a little displeased of the interuption from his tireing work.

"I was wondering if I could have some of the fine looking armor you are making." Dordrot asked.

"Yes you may." Said the man. " And I'm sorry if I sounded a bit snappy. I am quit exhausted by the heat."

"No need to be sorry." Said Dordrot. "We are all on the edge with the battle coming up."

" Thanks and here is your armor. " Said the man as he handed Dordrot a piece of armor stamped with the Bull emblem.

" But...how..."

" I prepared some armor with the Bull crest knowing that some Bulls would need armor and knowing that they like to display thei r identity." Said the man.

"Well thank you." Grinned the happy Dordrot.

The Green Knight · Post by **The Green Knight** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 2:33 am

His head buzzed, a teleharm was coming in. Lord Void instantly completed the connection and asked

Caimlin?

Yes. We are ready. Uprise at your signal. Luck.

Luck, Caimlin Lord Void cut the connection. He did not want BloodVaine to detect any scrap of conversation. Speed was crucial.

As the teleharm ended Caimlin turned to his men. There were five hundred and some, ready to start the uprising. They had been well fed and were fully healed from the earlier battle. It was only a matter of time now.

Suddenly the dungeon door swung open and in strode the strangest man Caimlin had ever seen. He was naked to the waist, with a broad chest and a tall staff. His eyes, each a different color, glinted like his turquoise medallion as he stared at Caimlin, over his bushy brown beard. It was Drock of course, but there was more to his strangeness then his normal apparel. Somehow, his skin had been bleached white!

"I don't believe it." The stranger said. "You men have been held here all this time by a handfull of Crusaders! Are you certain you're Dragon Masters?"

"Who are you?" Caimlin demanded.

"The name's Drock." Drock extended his hand. "Lord Drock to be precise, but no one calls me that. I got a teleharm from here a while back saying something about a usurper and a sleeping wizard. I came as soon as I could."

"Well I didn't call you. It must have been one of my men. Why is your skin.... I mean..."

"Ah that's from the whale. They may be the fastest way to travel by sea, but their digestive juices do a number on your skin. Now, all of you get upstairs and into the armory. Those Crusaders won't be asleep forever."

The troops thundered out of the dungeon and Caimlin turned to Drock.

"What about Del Grakken? Did you find him?"

"I don't know. If he was on the first floor, I did. I haven't been further up though."

"Maybe we should take a look."

When the two men found Del Grakken he was laid out on a table in the potions room. A crusader was bending over him, applying salve to his burnt skin.

"Del Grakken." Caimlin whispered. He would have slit the usurper's throat in a second, but fate intervened. A sudden light flashed through the room, blinding everyone for a second. It was magic and it came from the dark wizard who had just materialized between Del Grakken and his assailants. Drock had never met BloodVaine, but one look in the wizard's bright blue eyes told him that he meant trouble.

"Run!" There was a voice in Caimlin's head. "Take your men to the neverwood now!"

Caimlin didn't hesitate.

Jack Craft · Post by **Jack Craft** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 3:33 am

Location: Drullen Bell Keep, grid M-8

Jack drilled his troops. He had been training them for two nights now, pushing the limits of both their endurance and his own.

"No, blast it! Put pressure on the wound here, or you might just as well bleed the patient yourself."

Jack's troop-- those too young to wield a sword or too weakened by injuries of their own-- were a score of churgeons, herbalists, and leeches, most of whom knew their business better than Jack did. But none had ever been faced with battlefield medicine before, and Jack was making certain they would know what to expect when the fighting began. He had pressed a few off-duty guards to make random attacks as the group practiced mock treatments on equally counterfeit injuries.

"Dodge, you great fool! You'll do that soldier no good if you get your own head hewn to flinders. Fall back if you need to-- they'll not attack the wounded."

After the great council of war, Jack had approached Bjarn and Barbod with the notion of training a group of frontline churgeons for the battle to come. Barbod had been puzzled at the novel idea, but soon saw the sense in having medical help on hand where it was most needed. Bjarn had picked from among his own people anyone who had even a basic training as a healer, and put them under Jack's direction.

"Aye, and if the wounded is an enemy soldier? What then? You give him the help he needs, of course. They've got family, same as you, and they're only fighting under orders. Just don't put your own life at risk any more than you need."

Barbod had been especially curious as to why Jack-- who boasted of being a soldier at least once before-- had decided to forgo direct combat. Jack merely shook his head, and declined to answer. But Barbod knew his friend was not being cowardly, since his group would be as much in the fighting as any other-- and without armor or heavy blades to slow them down. It was important for the battlefield healers to be able to respond quickly.

Lord_Of_The_LEGO · Post by **Lord_Of_The_LEGO** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 5:10 am

Jack Craft wrote:It was important for the battlefield healers to be able to respond quickly.

M-8
Drullen Bell Keep

Shainya, too, was part of the team of healers and herbalists, and Jack had unofficially appointed her second in command. Shainya had a good knowlage of medicinal remedies, and was skilled at which herbs and poltices to use on particular wounds. All of this know-how she had learned from Dale. As she finished depositing a pile of torn-up sheets to be used as bandages she heard the unmistakable cry of a battle horn.

"Bulls, chariot devision, move out!"

"Wolfpack, axemen devision, move out!"

"Eastern Knight's Kingdom, spearmen devision, move out!"

And Bjarn's own booming voice;

"Forestmen, archer devision, move out!"

Shainya looked up to catch sight of Bjarn, back again in the very same garments he wore when he wandered Dametreos with the Misfits, shouting orders at the Forestmen who were packing up. Shainya approached him and said, "Not opting for battle armor, M'lord?", teasily stressing the title.

He grinned slightly. "Dispite what Sir Dractor and Rodurik have said, Forestmen were never armor-wearers. The younger generation may feel comfortable in the stuff, but I feel waiting down like a prisoner chained to a wall with it on."

Bjarn tested the tip of his blade and sheathed it. His old hatchet, quiver and bow were already in place. He took up his spear and shield and squared his shoulders. He only lacked his sleeping roll and backpack used when he traveled. Those would be no use to him in battle.

Shainya hesitated, this lunged forward and pecked Bjarn on his craggy cheek. "Fare well, Bjarn." she whispered, and left.

"I pray we all do, I pray with all my heart." whispered Bjarn.

Shainya was wiping away a tear when she slammed into a figure struggling with some plate armor. She gasped out "Sorry!" and then relized she had bumped into Reno. She blushed, and Reno said awkwardly, "Tis okay..."

There was a silence, and then Reno said, "Shainya?"

She looked at him, quavered, "Reno...I...er...be safe.." she finished lamely. Reno removed his pendant from around his neck and pressed it into her hand.

"Keep this for me...until I return, would you? I...ah...it would...probally get tangled up...and..."

Shainya looped the pendant's chain around her neck and whispered, "It will never leave my sight."

Just then a horn blasted, and Lord Barbod's voice rang out, "Elite Bulls, move out!"

"That's...my...platoon, er...I'm fighting along side Barbod...I have to go..." Reno flustered.

Shainya glided forward and pressed her lips to Renos for a full five seconds before withdrawing a dissapearing into the crowd.

"Yer a lucky man, Reno, lad!" Reno whirled about, flushing at the sight of Barbod, who was grinning broadly.

"If we live through this, promise you won't tease me about what just happened." Reno said hurridly.

"I will promise no such thing, lad! I want the enjoyment of seeing your face go red as a beet again!" Barbod guffawed, and pounded Reno on the back.

"Come, lad. I have a place just for you, right beside me in the head chariot!"

As they walked to the chariots that had been once several sea vessels, they ran into Bjarn, Willem and Aros.

Willem smiled, a tear glistening in his eye. "Misfits, once again going into battle...may all of us, including Graygon, and Drakko, wherever he may be, survive to fight another day."

"May this battle be the last one we fight for a long time." said Aros.

There was a silence, then Bjarn whispered "We were different men then than we are now. May we prevail. For Dametreos!"

They pounded one another on the back. "FOR DAMETREOS!"

They disperced. Bjarn turned to Voolmark, Gonderin, and Gladwheel.

"Men, you know your positions. Gladwheel with the swordmen and Gonderin with the spearmen will head the charge, backed up by Voolmark and the archers. I will relay my orders through Voolmark, he will contact you telepathically. Bourne has taught you what to do. We have one goal, defeat BloodVaine. We must accomplish this anyway we can. Remember, work with the other commands, as I will be doing. Forget your former squabbles with anyone and everyone. We are all allies agaisnt BloodVaine. Good luck, now move out!"

Barbod was also addressing his subcommanders. "I will at the front, leading the chariots, attempting to push in as deep as possible. Once in, our archer will cover the spear, sword and axemen, who are lead by Berlin, Lovana and Aros. Reno will be with me. I will recieve constant battle reports from other commanders, and I will relay my orders to you in any way possible. Rememer, a Bull is always charging!"

Gerald Vos spoke in a commanding voice. "Dark Foresters! Hear me! I will be in charge of this army until King Radjar Kath returns. His word overrules mine, if you see him in battle, in any condition, report back to me immedietly. We will advance right after the Bulls, spread out to be less of a target. We do not have the advantage of trees and other terrain, but the gutting city of Orion will provide plenty of shielding. I want to remind you that the Wolfpack are out allies, our allies this time! I will personally execute anyone who purposely attacks a Wolfpack member, and make sure ALL the troops are aware of this. Right, that is all. Move!"

Willem Blackcloak surveyed the brown-and-black cloaked assembly before him. "We are out of our element, us, the Wolfpack. We prefer subterfuge to blind attack, quiet steath to triumphant charge. However, we are also adaptable. Orian is a mazework of roads and alleys, use this to your fullest extent. We may be the smallest force, even smaller than the Knight's Kingdomers, but we are my far the most potent. Remember, the normal Falcons loyal to Falconis and BloodVaine fly under the yellow banner, the rebel Falcons fly under the blue. Also, Lord Void's Dragon Masters have shields with blue dragons, Del Grakken's has green ones. Be wary, but be bold at the same time. If we fail, we die. Good luck, let's go..."

Lord Void, from the helm of the ark, shouted to the Fright Knights in his best commandering voice. "Fright Knights, listen! I know I am not your proper commander, I am not even a Fright Knight! However, I ask you to obey me for the very reason I see Wolfpack and Dark Forest fighting side by side; allied against BloodVaine we have a chance to prevail. Allied, we have a chance! So, I ask you, for this battle, look to me as your commander, and I will try my tycoed most to get us through this battle, and on the victorious side too! Our designated job is to patrol the skies and survey the battle, firing a few shots here and there. However, be prepared for much more. BloodVaine has an airship, and I know he plans to use it. You have been warned. Now prepare for liftoff!"

Loneranger · Post by **Loneranger** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 5:34 am

“Hmmmm.” The Wizard broke the silence.

“What is it?” Sirion asked.

“I must tend to Beleriand” The Wizard replied.

Before Sirion could ask antoehr question the Wizard had left.

“Uh sir..” The Black Knight was still in the room.

“What is it?”

“there is food and drink waiting for you.” The Knight replied.

Sirion slowely got up and fallowed the Knight to another room.

LR

the_great_one · Post by **the_great_one** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 3:56 pm

m8
Moving away from drullen bell

reno remember the last time he had been in a large battle, in the courtyard of the KK2 Courtyard. he had been close to death, but managed to survive. In the Great Sea Battle, the biggest battle Reno had ever been in, Reno learnt of his brother.
This battle wasnt a battle, it was War. Many men would die, and the fate of Dametreos would be decided in this very war.
Renos mind wandered to Shainya. sweet shainya, with her sweet looks. Reno was determined to get back to shainya. Sweet shainya...

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M8

Woo hoo!! Im finally doing something worth while! Ark thought. He grabbed the hilt of his sword, and grinned. Ark was with a group of warriors, led by Scartus Meonlor, a young mercanary.

lemon_squeezer2 · Post by **lemon_squeezer2** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 4:53 pm

Day 3 of the siege

Randolph looked over the situation from the mount he was on. Things were now going according to plan. All but four of the trebuchets were set up, and all of the other siege weaponry were set up and running around the clock. Strong as they were, the citadel walls were already showing signs of wear. Cracks were appearing is some places and the targeted section was riddled with craters, some of which still had stones lodged in them. The moat was half filled as well - there were only 40 more feet to go there. The tunneling was going well too. Another three days and hundreds of Black Falcons would be swarming the city. Give it another week, and the Black Knight army would be all but destroyed. Again the reoccurring thought went through Randolph's mind though. "And all for what? Our homeland is all we need, and even if we destroy their army, the Black Knight people will never submit to our rule. Mindless. Completly mindless."

Turning his horse away, Randolph rode back to the camp. The sheer number of tents gave the ground below him the appearance of a snow covered field. There was something to worry about there as well. Although contained now, several hundred Black Falcons had fallen to disease. Also, the provisions brought with them were only enough for another week. The city had to be taken by then or else a good portion of the army would have to disperse. As he rode back, he saw a small black speck on the horizon approaching with rapid speed. "Megablocks - it's that dragon again" Randolph spurred his horse on to a group of archers practicing a mile away. This time, he hoped, they would be ready.

forester3291 · Post by **forester3291** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 5:19 pm

m-8

Location: Moving away from Drullen Bell Keep

After reciaving his armor from Rodurik Dordrot had gone up to were everyone was preparing for the great battle. He had been asigned to the Elite Bulls. Right behind Barbod's and Reno's chariot. He had been honored when Barbod had asked him to be behind him. The man that was beside Dordrot was a young boy named Blindfar. He was a young boy maybe 15 or 17. He looked smart but Dordrot had welcomed him aboard with some doubt.

"Have you ever been in a batlle?" Asked Blindfar nervously.

'Yes." Said Dordrot. "In a battle of the Falcon and Bull war.'

"Bloody Falcons." Spat Blindfar.

"Yes indeed. But they will pay for the wrong they have brought upon the Bulls."

"Yes. A Bull is always charging." Smiled Blindfar.

With that the Chariots set out. Toward odeath , destruction, and omayhem

Post by **Formendacil** » Tue Oct 05, 2004 6:02 pm

Grid: N-24
Location: The city of Talistrand

Formendacil wrote:"It is my intention therefore, to lead a military expedition to the continent. I will take some two hundred Cavaliers, some thousand Club Knights, the Dragon Masters under Marshal Targon and such men and ships as are required to transfer us to the continent.

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With the Throne Room buzzing with noise and movement, the council was adjourned.

Talistrand had come alive with preparations for the invasion. Bernard Quorandis wanted to leave in three days. A fleet had to be put together, provisions had to be found, and the soldiers had to reach the city from across the kingdom.

And it was done. Three days after the council, the fleet of ten mighty man o' wars was ready to leave the harbour. Four ships carried no passengers save the horses of the Cavaliers and Club Knights. Three carried the Club Knights and the footmen. One, the Redscythe, which was smaller than the other vessels somewhat, carried extra provisions, the engineers, healers, and the assorted people who were going to fight, but were not attached to any particular company. The Sorceror-king's dragon and his keepers were also aboard.

Among these were Elwen and Jayko. The Old Man had sent Elwen away. His reasons were unknown. Sir Jayko, of course, had gone because Elwen was going. He was much pleased that they were on a different ship than Quorandis.

The Captain-General was onboard the flagship of the fleet, the Bombardier. The mighty Crusader ship was quartering not only the Dragon Master troops, but the bulk of the Cavaliers as well. Neither Broadside nor Targon was particularly pleased with the arrangement.

Prior to departure, Captain-general Quorandis addressed the Cavaliers at the docks.

"Men!" he cried. "Our world has been shaken to the foundations by the fall of our Emperor and the defeat of the Cavaliers. But we live on!

"BloodVaine is soon to be assailed from many angles. Even a sorceror such as he cannot deal with all our challenges at once. It is likely that he will be watching the greatest threat to his power: the advancement of the Forestdwellers and their allies. His eye will be fixed eastwards, and he will draw on his Dragon Master allies.

"It is in this atmosphere that we will strike. The Dragon Masters will be less than strongly guarded. BloodVaine will be unable to give aid.

"Do you think that they will prevail against us? I do not. The main host of the Emperor's men may have perished, but we are Cavaliers still! Are we not the most renowned fighting force in all Dametreos? Are we not burning with the desire to avenge the honour of all our fallen comrades? Do we not have a mighty army at our backs?

"I tell you all this: we shall sweep through the Dragon Master deserts! The enemy, helping BloodVaine, and subverted by the insurgents, will not be able to face our onslaught! The Empire is not crushed under BloodVaine's heel! It shall rise again!"

Amid the cheers of the soldiers and the watching crowds, the invasion force sailed out of Talistrand harbour, pennants caught in the breeze, armour and weapons glinting in the sun.

BloodVaine had another enemy on the move.

The Green Knight · Post by **The Green Knight** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 12:04 am

A sudden light flashed through the room, blinding everyone for a second. It was magic and it came from the dark wizard who had just materialized between Del Grakken and his assailants. Drock had never met BloodVaine, but one look in the wizard's bright blue eyes told him that he meant trouble.

"Run!" There was a voice in Caimlin's head. "Take your men to the neverwood now!"

Caimlin didn't hesitate.

BloodVaine spoke. "Thank you for teleharming me Del Grakken. Those Dragon Masters will not leave this land alive."

The dark wizard began his first spell, but he wasn't fast enough. Suddenly Drock was on top of him, pumeling him with a hurricane of blows, each fist aided by magic. BloodVaine hadn't expected this. Sorcerers don't usually fight with their fists, after all. But the BloodVaine wasn't that bad at fist fighting himself and Drock suddenly found himself flying through the air as BloodVaine blasted him back with a beam of magic. Drock grabbed his staff, BloodVaine drew his mansemune and battle was joined.

Meanwhile Caimlin was driving his men, in no particular order toward the neverwood.

"If it's just a wizard I think we could take him." Caimlin looked at the soldier puffing beside him. "After all, there's five hundred of us and..."

"Quiet, soldier." Caimlin snapped. "BloodVaine could freeze all of us in an instant. Now keep moving!"

Caimlin looked over his shoulder at the Fire Breathing fortress. It was completely covered in darkness, like a black fog or smoke that clung the building. Within the darkness Caimlin could see blue flashes of light, like lightning in a thunder cloud. The sight made him uneasy. He knew that the light belonged to Drock, but how long could the sorcerer hold out? With growing dread he spurred the troops onward, until they finally reached the neverwood.

"Get inside!" He cried. "but stay together." Caimlin didn't like the neverwood, but BloodVaine was far worse. He turned back one last time to look at the Fire Breathing Fortress. That was when it happened. An enormous CRACK filled the air, stirring the birds in the neverwood and momentarily deafening the soldiers. Caimlin starred in shock at what followed. The crack may have been deafening but what it accomplished at the fortress was far more devastating. The fortress had never been the same since Reno escaped. It was tilted hard to one side and looked like it might topple over at any minute.

Now, however... Now...it was gone. The magical blast had destroyed it. The towers and walls crumbled as though they were made of sand.

So it was that as the last of the Dragon Masters left their homeland, many wondered if there would be anything left to fight for after the war was over. And as Caimlin turned his face to the trees, he whispered these words into the evening air.

"Goodbye Drock. May your soul find its rest."

Post by **Formendacil** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 12:45 am

Grid: G-19
Location: At sea, in nominally Black Knight waters.

The Talistrani fleet made good time north-westwards. It took but a few days to reach Black Knight waters. The Black Knight fleet was out in full battle colours, but no they met no squadrons large enough to challenge them, and most welcomed them, as they claimed to be enemies of BloodVaine and his Falcon allies, and they were vouched for by Jack Blackheart.

Blackheart was really amazed at himself, for what it was worth, he had never expected to see himself fight another great war after the orkish invasion. Yet here he was once again, and fighting alongside Jacques Broadside of all people.

Five days out from Talistrand, they passed the G Meridian, and crossed north of the 19th Parallel. They were now close to Dragon Master waters. Captain-general Quorandis intended to contact Governor Jarvick and his brother Drock about getting aid in helping fight the forces of Del Grakken.

They had no idea that Drock was gone, and the forces of the island Dragon Masters were massing.

Governor Jarvick was a far-seeing sorceror.

Lord_Of_The_LEGO · Post by **Lord_Of_The_LEGO** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 4:13 am

The Green Knight wrote:He turned back one last time to look at the Fire Breathing Fortress. That was when it happened. An enormous CRACK filled the air, stirring the birds in the neverwood and momentarily deafening the soldiers. Caimlin starred in shock at what followed. The crack may have been deafening but what it accomplished at the fortress was far more devastating. The fortress had never been the same since Reno escaped. It was tilted hard to one side and looked like it might topple over at any minute.

Now, however... Now...it was gone. The magical blast had destroyed it. The towers and walls crumbled as though they were made of sand."

Grid: L-8
Location: the airship Arklyndelys Vulondur, above the Allied Army

Lord Void, at the helm of the Arklyndelys Vulondur, wretched horribly. The Mana flow had been completely drained, for a second it didn't even exist. It did being to flow, however, but it would be hours before a spell of such magnitude could be preformed again. A instant later his head buzzed with a teleharm attempting to connect. Still trying to keep from vomiting, Lord Void completed the connection.

M'Lord, the Fire Breathing Fortess has been destoryed!

Tyco...so that was it...

What, my Lord?

The Mana flow has been drained, completely. Did BloodVaine blow up the Fortress or what?

There is nothing but podr left, M'Lord. By Chodan I've never seen the like!

Why the tyco did BloodVaine pound the Fire Breathing Fortress to dust? It was in his control!

We were caught by him, but Drock delayed long enough so we might get free.

Drock? From the Dragon Isles?

Yes my lord, he saved us all...

Did he survive?

No one inside the Fortress could have lived, my lord

Tyco...where are you now?

The Neverwood, exactly where you wanted us.

Right, I'm coming to pick you up in the Arklyndelys Vulondur.

Lord Void severed the telelink and shouted to the Fright Knights onboard. "Grab onto something now and hold tight!"

Without further ado, Lord Void punched in full throttle, and the Arklyndelys Vulondur lurched forward like a steed newly branded. As the land below melted into a blur his head buzzed with another teleharm. Both Voolmark and Bourne had created telelinks, trying to contact him. Before they could rattle of a ripremant, Lord Void snapped,

Can't talk, be back soon. Dragon Masters in need of help. Mana drained, Fire Breathing Fortress obliterated.

With half an hour the Neverwood was fast approaching, and Lord Void let up on the speed. Rope ladders were dropped and intantly became taunt as Dragon Masters loyal to their true leader clambered aboard. Caimlin rushed over to Lord Void, but Lord Void silenced him with a sharp gesture.

"Talk later. BloodVaine will be much weakened by that poweful spell, but he can still send out Aezazel. We need to get out of here!"

Cailm said, "My lord, there is no way we'll even get off the ground with 600+ men on board, leave me here with 300 Dragon Masters in the Neverwood. It would be best to have a toehold here, I'll report constantly on the activity in Classic LEGO until your command for attack."

Lord Void thought for a split second, and then said, "You have the wisdom of a general, Caimlin, I congratulate you. Do as you say, but be quick about it!"

Caimlin nodded, and was about to turn away when Lord Void grasped his shoulder, "Caimlin, thank you. I might be dead if it wasn't for you and the others. Loyality is a powerful thing."

Caimlin, surprised at this show of emotion, said, "My Lord, I will follow you always. That is what Dragon Masters do."

Lord Void smiled fainly, working hard to form his mouth into such a foriegn shape.

Caimlin orderd 300 Dragon Masters overboard, and the Arklyndelys Vulondur left as quickly as it had came.

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Grid: J-10
Location: Yellow Castle, throne room

BloodVaine collapsed into the throne usally occupied by the Classic Emperor, fighting to keep awake. Drock's attack had spooked BloodVaine, and he had overreacted with such a blast of magic that he had obliterated everything within the radius of a mile. Only he and Del Grakken had been spare, teleported out of the blast zone a split second before the Fire Breathing Fortress was turned to pebbles. What a waste. He could have easily dispached with Drock with a simple killing spell that would have left him with a still fairly sturdy fortress and much Mana left to use agaisnt other enemies. Now, however, he was weak as a newborn child and many Dragon Masters loyal to him had been killed needlessly. At least, BloodVaine reasoned, those rebel Dragon Masters had probally been destroyed as well.

"Del Grakken, I am...not to be disturbed at all...you will take orders from Aezezal until I think otherwise. Go."

Del Grakken left, inwardly fuming his prize, the Fire Breathing Fortress, was no more, but also very glad BloodVaine had thought to bring him along in the teleharm to safty.

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Grid: G-10
Location: Far north of the ruins of the Fire Breathing Fortress

The erruption of stone, wood and dust billowed into the sky in the shape of a mushroom, creating a sontic boom that quite literally knocked Sir Dractor, Rosa, Radjar, Grayong and the Stormspear twins off their feet. When they had regained their footing, accompanied by lusty swears, they gaped in shock and awe at the cloud and debree still floating about in the dusk sky.

"Tyco." Radjar swore.

"Indeed." agreed Graygon, for ocne of the same opinon of his rival.

"BloodVaine?" asked Rosa.

"Obviously." snorted Derrick.

"But why would he destroy a fortress he had already overrun?" countered Rosa.

"Beats me." replied Keavur.

"C'mon," urged Sir Dractor, "Let's move."

EDITED TO CHANGE EVENTS

Loneranger · Post by **Loneranger** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:24 am

The Falcons started to get up and watched as something came closer and closer.

“Beleriand! Do your worst!” The Wizard yelled out as he sat on the dragons neck. In his hand he held a black staff with a silver cryistle on it.

“It is good to finally fight with you again. old man.” Beleriand replied as his wings flapped in the wind.

“IT'S THE MEGABLOCKS DRAGON!” A Falcon yelled out as Beleriand let out a ball of fire that hit the Flacon camp. The tents easily cought on fire, so did the seige equipment.

“HE'S GONNA MAKE ANOTHER PASS!” another Falcon yelled out.

“Give em Megablocks!” The Wizard yelled out.

LR

Post by **Formendacil** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 6:37 pm

Grid: C-17
Location: At sea, just off the coast of the Dragon Master islands.

Formendacil wrote:They had no idea that Drock was gone, and the forces of the island Dragon Masters were massing.

Governor Jarvick was a far-seeing sorceror.

The Talistrani fleet was anchored off the Dragon Master coast. Captain-general Quorandis, Colonel Elbadar, and the commander of the Club Knights had gone ashore to meet Governor Jarvick.

The Governor himself was waiting at the docks. His face was not a pleasant sight. A deep anger seemed to be burning under the surface.

"Captain-general," he addressed Quorandis. "I have been expecting you."

"Indeed?" said Quorandis, mildly surprised. "Then you know why I am here."

"To secure the aid of my people in liberating our mainland kinsmen," said Jarvick. "You shall have it, although we have little enough aid to give, for we are not a populous people, and thought must be given to the defence of the isles."

"Any help you can give would be most welcome," replied Quorandis. "How many men can you spare?"

"Only three hundred," replied Jarvick, "but they are as proficient as any in your fleet, even those elite soldiers commanded by Lord Marshal Targon. And I will come myself."

"Yourself?" said Elbadar, surprised. "Who will govern the isles?"

"I have lieutanents enough," said Jarvick, "and you will certainly have need of a sorceror."

"Could you not send your brother Drock?" asked Elbadar.

"My brother is no more," replied Jarvick, his voice cold. "He was obliterated with the Fire-breathing Fortress while helping to free those loyal to Lord Void. Were it not for this reason, I would not be coming. As it is, I have my own vengeance to exact on BloodVaine."

"You have my condolences," said Quorandis solemnly. "And while we mourn your brother's death, this is good news for us, for in the fall of the Fire-breathing Fortress, Del Grakken will have lost many of his best troops, and he will have lost his strongest fortress. Indeed, he may be dead."

"Nay!" said Jarvick. "Not yet. But let us waste no more time in talk. We have a sorceror to kill."

Less than four hours later, the fleet departed again, joined by another vessel.

lemon_squeezer2 · Post by **lemon_squeezer2** » Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:08 pm

Randolph had reached the group of fourty odd archers just as the dragon was burning the thickly clustered tents. Swooping around, the winged reptile then wreaked havoc on the siege equipment. By now the initial shock was over, and some of the more level headed Falcons began to fire arrows at the creature. Most of them wildly missed, and the dragon paid no heed to them. Giving orders, Randolph called for the archers to arrange themselves in a skirmish formation. Already, several dozen more had raced to the group. As the dragon flew away from the mostly destroyed siege weaponry to face the clusters of Black Falcons that were gathering in various spots, a well aimed bolt from a bastilla that had escaped the fire flew right through the reptile's right wing. Although it did not truly harm the dragon, it had drawn some of its blood, throwing it into a rage fiercer than it had been before. The flames from its mouth approached a blueish tint and one of the blasts left a darkened area where a group of nine or so soldiers had been before. Passing parrallel to the group that Randolph was commanding, the Black Falcon soldier saw his chance. Giving a command, fifty well-aimed missles flew directly torwards their target .