Grernus RP

[Golge]

Thinking quickly, Gizor came to a plan

"right, Esther, im placing you in temporary command, i trust you can handle it from here, I have something that needs, attending to." Gizor s mind, for a very short time, wandered to thoughts of treasure inside the fortress, but if the others went with, there would be less gold for him

"Just figure out a way to help the fanatic army" he continued

his troops were confused by Gizors sudden change of plan, but he didn't care about them, they had served their purpose, and now he would reap the rewards. Before anyone could object, Gizor had descended down the ladder and headed into the fortress.

once inside, he began to have second thoughts, but the haunting call of his greed kept him going, hearing footsteps, he quickly sidestepped into a room. two heretic soldiers walked by, "hmph a rather small patrol" he said silently, creeping out of the room, he continued on, but was forced to duck back in when a much larger group of soldiers ran by,

"the south wall is breached, we must repel the invaders" they shouted as they ran past.

"heh, this plan is working better than i hoped, I sure don't envy Esther right now" gizor said to his spear and silently continued through the fortress

[Dog Donovan]

    Esther cursed Gizor for his betrayal and ordered his three troops to flee. Death was imminent if they fought, being that there were twenty troops. So, he twisted Gizor's order and decided to help the Fanatics... by running to a city to the south of here and doing some "recon" duty. The magic on them eventually wore off and in secret they planned to strike back at Gizor and the magicians who had bound them...

    Arnoel, a Lion's Claw patrol officer, spat over the wall as the four invaders jumped off the south gate running in fear. He dispersed three different squads to different corners and he himself walked back to his quarters. He had sniffed something rank and musty out in his dining room, and planned to figure out what it was.

    The Fanatics reached the fortress and screamed in shock and dismay as they saw how tall the walls stood and how black and impending the Oppressors were. Then the revered Thalos charmed them with his wit and ushered them on. Those in front put up their arms and repelled the arrows of the Archers at the gate. Those in back shouted and launched out Fireballs towards the walking Tanks...

    The Heretic's arrows were met with expected resistance, but they saw some Crusaders draw back: The silver was doing its work against their barriers. The Tanks stood before an onslaught of Fireballs and raised shields to protect the Slayers, completely negating the fire with their expertly forged shields. The Slayers howled and yipped as they moved to the left and right, dark green cloaked and moving at a speed the Fanatics couldn't begin to understand. They began cutting into the Fanatic ranks with zeal.

    The Strikers cried in fear as their Fireballs were rendered useless and again as the swift Slayers came in, cutting a swath with unmatched bladesmanship. Then the Skyriders sweeped with fire and lightning, disintigrating entire groups of Slayers. They squealed in fear and leaped around hurriedly, attacking the Strikers with the intent to destroy them all. Then the Strikers blasted them back with a shared wall of force and the Slayers were forced to run into the trees. The Fanatics cheered... then realized how many had died. The healers themselves had been slain as well, every last one of them. With renewed vigor, the Strikers all chanted as one and charged a massive rain of fire upon the Oppressors.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ruprecht heard shouts coming from the fort, he looked back, pondering for a brief moment if he should send someone over, but he turned back to the battlefield, his duty is to keep the enemy from getting to the fort, "I want three Skyrider heads on a pike by the end of this battle, that will show them how beasts of war are compared to real soldiers!"

The Oppressors marched into battle, with their shields up they would defend the lines behind them, they would fight with mixed unit tactics, considering that no two soldiers carried the same weapon. With twelve, seven-and-a-half foot tall, fully armored and armed elite warriors at the head of the attack, how could they fail? Only time will tell, for in a few short moments, the battle will begin.

Ruprecht ordered one of his men to use the six Javelins on his back to kill the Skyriders, it would be a difficult task, but he would not question his orders. They raised their shields to block the fire, they could feel the heat seeping through their shield, and fire erupted from the gaps in between their ranks.

Finally, the enemy was close enough to strike at, they charged as fast as men in seven-hundred pound armor could, and they smashed, slashed and bashed the front Fanatics, they put up a fight, but the Oppressor Armor would prove a challenge to pierce. The faster Magickers in robes could outrun the Oppressors, if they felt the need to run now.

[Dog Donovan]

    The Strikers rained fiery rocks down upon the Oppressors, killing four of them in the end, shattering armor of several others. The Black Knight remained unscathed, a fearful prescence on the battlefield. But the Strikers tired themselves, and they retreated and began casting Meditations to restore their energy. At this point, Slayers darted out of the trees and had their vengeance upon the posh Fanatics, killing a myriad of Strikers. A Skyrider Wolf was knocked out of the sky by a javelin that struck it in the jaw, sending it sprawling to the ground. Another was pierced by three dozen arrows of the archers still a quarter of a mile off at the fort.

    Arnoel sniffed again and wrinkled his nose. There was a lizard in here... "I hate lizards," he mumbled. And stepped into the dining room to see his living room door open. He walked quickly in to see a Fanatic mercenary rummaging through his precious belongings. "You! Stop right there!" he yelled and drew a sword and parrying dagger.

    The last Skyrider picked up Thalos and the great wizard took the staff at the Lion's side. A spear of lightning stabbed an Oppressor in the chest, breaking his armor and sending him to the ground in a spasm. The wizard called to his Strikers and summoned a Xavyreloth* a mile off. The beast came out of a red portal in the ground and began a slow walk towards the fortress, crushing trees. The Archers focused half their fire on the flying lord and the other half on the great demon, and they cried in despair as their arrows were turned from it. The flying Summoner went down quickly, however, dying on his descent.

    I remembered this day for the rest of my life. That creature was many things... a nightmare... an impending doom... and it wasn't invincible. I told them to aim for the joints of the legs. Arrows snapped against the crooked joints, but they broke as well. With a cheer of fury, we rapidly took out its legs... But so many there were... It was getting close...

     The Strikers were almost completely wiped out before they came out of Meditation. Then, with loyalty to the Fanatic cause, they summoned a meteor together and crushed themselves and the Slayers instantly. Three Oppressors remained, Ruprecht himself and his two most elite, Arxyn and Quosil. They looked darkly at the Xavyreloth and pondered upon a course of action... That was the only problem left. The first Fanatic wave was defeated.

*A massive beast with a thousands of sharp legs jutting out of it. A titanic exoskeleton protects it. It stands two hundred feet tall and a thousand long. The ultimate in siege creatures and a fearful prescence to any fortification. It is millipede in shape, but much fatter, and its great blunt pincers send a shockwave of sound when they pound together, able of crushing buildings as well.

[Golge]

hearing the voice behind him, Gizor whirled around, for a moment, he pondered the possibility of fleeing but there was nowhere to run


"calm yourself" gizor said quickly, hoping to talk his way out of a fight.  "I wish not to fight, name a price and perhaps we can put this all behind us, what say you eh friend?" all the while his hand slowly, almost unnoticably reached for Darkness...

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Anger built up within the three remaining Oppressors, they were THE elite of the Subjugators, how could they lose this many men... If they expected anyone to die on their side they would know how to Resurrect dead soldiers, but spells are for Fanatics, and the dead could not be helped now.

Ruprecht took the remaining Javelins and used them against the Xavyreloth, he threw the first as fast and as hard as he could, it flew straight and dead on target, but he only had four of them left, and with hundreds of more legs, it would only slow it down a bit.

"Take to the right side of that thing and smash the rest of the legs on one side, cut down anyone else you encounter on the way, but do not forget the main objective. Work together to crash it to the ground." The plan wasn't the best Ruprecht had ever come up with, but it was the best thing he could come up with in the frantic pace of battle.

They marched onwards, "Avoid the front end of that behemoth." The Black Knight said, he didn't want to lose the rest of his men, especially not to this insectoid scum. As they noisily and simultaneously march and beat their shields with their weapons, to cause fear and psychological effects on the enemy, they remain silent.

Not a single barbaric warcry or scream, only the hiss of a whispering chant, "Never Forgive, Never Forget, Never Regret." over and over, as if they had lungs filled with an infinite amount of oxygen. They would show the Fanatics the true meaning and feeling of unending Oppression and Subjugation.

[Dog Donovan]

    Arnoel sneered and lunged at Gizor Delso, with the thought of vengeance on a Fanatic mercenary burning in his mind... (He's not a player character, just a NPC for the occasion)

    The Oppressors caught it when it was but a quarter of a mile away from the fortress. The Xavyreloth deafened them with its mammoth stomps, but they had courage and together struck at its legs. They began to wonder... It was two hundred feet from the fortress... One hundred feet... All of a sudden, it leered over onto its right side, having lost almost all of its left legs, and its soft stomach was exposed. Then, it screamed: A sound that inspired fear in even Ruprecht's two men, who hesitated before striking it. The Archers ran back into the fortress as it began squirming further towards their hideout... It was so close... Then, to the dismay of all of the Heretics, it fulfilled its purpose; with an iron will, it slammed its backside into the north wall of the fortress, sending the gate flying in, crushing another building.
    Arxyn screamed with agony, "My sister! You foul beast! You... You... NEVER Forgive!!!," and he struck it with his scythe, slicing a ten foot hole through its stomach. It pumped out an acid onto him, and he burnt in seconds, screaming in utter pain; the armor dissolved almost instantly, and it went through the ground, creating a twenty foot tunnel. Quosil, the female Oppressor, smiled sadly at Ruprecht, pat him on the shoulder, "Goodbye, Black Knight," and pushed him away... Then, she took her trident and jumped at the exposed heart of the beast, saying, "Never Regret," and stabbing it. The muscle pumped out the deadly acid, killing her instantly. Ruprecht stood alone, the Xavryloth dead just twenty feet in front of him, falling into a hole of its own acid. The fortress lay without an entire northern wall, with the whole barracks smashed open... But they won...

[Gabag]

(this is a recap of what my character did since i joined kinda late)
Dash was praying in the Temple of Ishkarna, the Sacred Goddess of Shifting, just before the call to battle was sounded. He ran out of the temple, seeking his master, Dio'lorth. "Can I join this battle and wipe the scum that is the heretics off the face of the land?" to which all he got was a stern "No, we need to bide our time before we unleash our new magik upon the fools of the Heretics, for now you must scout the battle and come back with a report of what happened." "Yes master" Dash replied.

        Quickly heeding his master's orders his shape shifted into a raven and quickly flew towards the fortress along with the main Fanatic force. He landed a tree a mile away from the battle as to not catch a stray arrow.  Dash watched as the Fanatic force was slaughtered, but not without causing major damage to the Heretic forces. "This battle should've been handled by more then mere Initiates" he thought out loud to himself.

              Over the battlefield he spied a lone Oppressor, looking over the battlefield, and he flew over to him and landed right in front of him, standing motionless. "And now is my time to see their Black Knight, the elite of their forces" he thought to himself. Looking Ruprecht over he saw he was a giant of a man, encased in highly anti magic armor, with a gleaming black longsword and tower shield, he realized this man had earned his title "The Unmovable" by the Strikers who survived the battles where they attacked him. He knew shifting into his Knightly form now would be suicide, and he decided to fly away, but not without looking the rest of the fortifications over. As he headed back to his master, he looked back still seeing the Oppressor, standing over the pit which once contained his allies' remains. "Such a shame that his honorable soul should join them so soon"
              Once in town he shifted out and quickly spoke to Dio'Lorth "Our entire force has been wiped out, but not without causing heavy casualties to the Heretic forces, only one of their Oppressors remains, the Black Knight. The North Wall of the fortress and the Barracks have also fallen in the attack." and as he waited his master's response, he wondered if now would be the time to show the power of Alteration and Shifting to the Heretic rats.

[Dog Donovan]

    I groaned in agony... My living quarters! My freaking living quarters! Where am I going to... live? I looked around in the rubble, seeing several children and women crushed by the heavy walls. My heart went out for them... I pounded my fist into my palm and considered the casualties: Garrett said 56 Slayers, 19 Archers, and 11 of the Oppressors. We killed nigh upon 200 Strikers and 30 Crusaders, but they were all so weak... Atleast we killed Thalos and his Skyriders too... I've had enough. Enough of this senseless defense. I'm going to do something. And without another word, I sneakily stole off into the south... Not knowing the Black Knight saw me clearly across the way.

[Gabag]

Before his master could decide what to say, Dash re-shifted into a raven to re-visit the Heretic fortress, to see how they are preparing to fix the gap in their walls. Once he got there, all was a scene of chaos as their medics gathered up the dead, and families grieved for those crushed by the walls. Of particular note he saw an archer pounding his fist into his palm, as he watched the archer sneak away on some errand. Dash decided to fly overhead tailing him. "For my master and the other chosen of Ishkarna, I shall follow this man and see if he is a spy" and after he thought he let out a loud series of assorted "kaws" and continued to fly overhead.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

The Black Knight kneeled before the wreckage, the metal plates over his knees created a loud clank as they smashed against the hard soil, tremors of anger shook his body, making each piece of metal on his armor rattle.

They say "you should never make friends with people you expect to die in war," he never thought for a moment that these fine men and women would die so quickly. The Oppressors were now in shambles, and it would take another twenty-four years to train eleven newborns for war.

[Golge]

Gizor laughed as he sidestepped the attack,

"Darkness will send you to your slumber fool!" he snarled, before running him through with the spear, before Arnoel could do anything else Gizor removed his spear and calmly, without hesitation, snapped his neck.

"Ahhhh you poor fool, you could have lived, but chose to embrace Darkness" he leaned over and noticed a gold chain on his neck.

"oh my what is this? A family heirloom mayhap? no matter, it will buy my next meal now." he chuckled and pocketed the chain, and left the room, suddenly he had a feeling that he should leave the fortress, so he went back the way he came.

on the fortress walls, he saw the battlefield, the dead lay everywhere and much of the fortress was in very bad shape, Gizor was struck by a sudden fear, and froze altogether, he was in a very bad place right now...

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ruprecht stood up, with all of his comrades dead, he made a heavy march back to the fortress, stamping two inch deep foot prints into the hard soil, and cracking the stone bricks in the fort. Once inside, he finds wreckage and bodies littering the ground and floor inside the stronghold, one notable body was the remains of Arnoel, with the gold chain around his neck missing, among other things that were stolen. "Why would Fanatics want to steal from us..." he thought.

[Dog Donovan]

    I saw Gizor sitting on the battlements (mind you, I didn't know who he was at the time...) and I moved silently in my cloak behind him; Then I grabbed him tightly and held him in a head lock, a powerful vice-grip that no one has even escaped... And I said, "You will come with me and explain yourself, or die otherwise."

[Golge]

Gizor struggled for a second and then stopped,

"oh my, this is a misunderstanding" he said quickly, trying to talk his way out,

"I am merely a soldier just like you, i saw what those cursed fanatics did and i was about to give them some of their just desserts, I beg of you to believe me, some of them got into the fortress, i managed to fend them off, but they managed to kill one of the officers, i have his chain here, see?"  he struggled and pulled out Arnoel's chain and waved it around so the man could see, then he held his breath and hoped his ploy worked.