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Cucco Chaser
Dec Member 2008

Cucco Chaser

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Rolling in the Deep

Meanwhile, in the depths of the first tower...

Juliana would be examining the burnt corpse flesh within the vial. "How is this possible..." Peering outside of her room, she would look from left to right before moving back to summon a fire spell, aiming it at her own arm, expecting pain to shoot through her body, but nothing happened.

Flesh would bubble and fall from her limb onto the ground, and she would examine the wound. "Fascinating..."

"Juliana, what are you doing in there?" Marvrick, a grey mage, would poke his head into the room. "Hey, what are you doing?" He would move to her side and take her arm. "Are you alright?" His decayed face would furrow with concern.

"Yes yes, I'm fine." She pulled away her arm. "It didn't even hurt." "How didn't that hurt...?" "You know how me and that filthy blue mage were going back and forth the other day?" "Yes..." "I made direct contact... and he didn't even flinch." "That's strange.. Derric never said anything about it." "That's because he didn't feel it." "So what is your hypothesis?" "Well... either after our long slumber that those blue mages up above told us about, has made us immortal and immune to pain... Or..." She leaned in closely, "I over heard some of the mages that archmage sent down here muttering about us being undead."

" What? Undead? Immortal and immune? This is all quite crazy." Marvrick shook his head, starting to walk away. "And then how do you explain how we were put to sleep for that long and just wake up 'fine and dandy'?" A decayed brow slowly raised. "Magic."

She peered at him, unamused. Raising her corpse-like hand, she shot a spell at Marvrick's leg, causing his robes and flesh to burn and fall to the floor. "Hey!" He patted out the flame, stopping in mid motion, he looked up at her. "That.. didn't hurt.." "Exactly.."
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Cucco Chaser
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"He don't look like no cucco chaser to me. Then again, I ain't never met one before."

20-Oct-2017 18:28:27

DeWolfe

DeWolfe

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The Long Hunt

Several clacks and a shot of sparks would light the torch.

Weylyn lifted it up gazing at the crimson moon for a brief moment before addressing his peers. Countless eyes showing only a reflection of the red moonlight glared his direction.

He stood at the center of the courtyard of the DeWolfe Manor. Before him sat a large oil basin serving as the centerpiece between himself and the others. Weylyn ignited the oil with his torch, sending flames spreading across the oil in a large crescent before engulfing the whole circle.

The warm light illuminated the faces which were hidden in the darkness revealing the DeWolfe family. The air was silent while the onlookers waited for Weylyn to announce what they've all been waiting for.

"Long has it been since the entire family has gathered in one place. Tonight marks the first Crimson Moon of the Sixth Age. As tradition the moon

causes an insatiable bloodlust for those among us. Thus we form our largest pack and take to the night for what we've come to know as the Long Hunt. We shall feed our thirst for the hunt as we pilgrimage across the land!"

Several cheers would cry our from the group before Weylyn would raise his hand silencing everyone.

"As some of you are aware we're not the only ones to hear the moons call. Many undead have risen up and have begun to try to take past their once living posts. Many view this as a threat and we surly will not stand by as our territory is challenged. We'll not stand idly by as this takes place and thus our main prey for this hunt shall be the undead scourge."

The majority of the peoples faces at this point were furrowed and eager to set off. Many wagons were already packed with tents and provisions and most of the members had weapons in hand.

"As the current Baron and Head of the DeWolfe house. I, Weylyn DeWolfe, hereby commence the Long hunt!"

He waved his hand over the flames and they immediately snuffed out.

21-Oct-2017 04:34:44

DeWolfe

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Late Dusk in Canifis. The town was still active at this time of day considering the majority of its citizens.

A traveling drunkard came stumbling out of the Hair of the Dog inn, mug in hand, making his way to the signpost to relieve himself when a large group of blood-curdling howls pierced the night. Startled he dropped his mug cursing as he pinched it off and quickly adjusted his trousers.

Almost unanimously the town went silent. Everything stopped. By the time he finished his business and got a look around the town was empty. A near synchronised sound of shutters shutting and locks closing was the only thing that could be heard.

The howls started becoming louder and distant panting could be heard. ~Wolves!~ he thought to himself as he staggered towards the inn door only to have it slam closed before him a loud thunk followed by several chains being moved.

He slammed his fists on the door screaming for them to let him inside only to be answered with silence. He turned his back to the door leaning against it looking out in a panic. The rustling of bushes and branches snapping as well as the raking of claws on wood. What little urine he had left now soaked his pants.

Just then he spotted the silhouette of a man walking his direction. He rushed out to meet him though as he got close he could tell by the smell alone that it was a zombie.

The Zombie spoke "Whats going on he-" A large werewolf pounced upon the undead before it finished speaking tearing it apart.

The man fell to the ground relieved the Zombie before him was vanquished. He'd heard of werewolves being indigenous to the area but had never seen

one in person. "You saved m-" He was never able to finish his words before the same wolf turned towards him and had his throat in its mouth.

The pack passed through the rest of Canifis leaving it mostly untouched aside from a few claw marks on the buildings and rooftops and made its way towards the River Salve.

21-Oct-2017 04:36:07

Bernauld

Bernauld

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Terror from the Graveyard


Given that West Ardougne has seen numerous undead activity thanks to the graveyard which is barely maintained until now, it is no surprise that the populace there consider minor undead incursions their daily fear.

However, one night, the fear in their hearts escalated.

Around midnight, a local town watchman was taking his walks when he spotted what seemed to be a crowd gathering in the local cemetery. As he crept closer to them, fear entered his self; he was seeing a detachment of undead brigands ready to strike with their bows and maces. Immediately, he ran, but these undead brigands sensed him and began chasing him. The guardsman was indeed attacked, but he managed to hold off and ring the bell shortly before he became overwhelmed by the flurry of attacks.

The signal woke the citizens up that late, giving them time to prepare themselves for the worst. Local guardsmen armed themselves up, intending to fight those skeletal bandits attacking their homes, but to no avail. It seemed to be a desperate battle for the people of West Ardougne against those wretched bandits.

Meawhile, Brother Rowan was taking the hour for meditation when a knock was heard. His concentration broken, he stood up and opened the door.

It was a resident from West Ardougne who managed to escape the chaos to tell the Order.

"Dear Brother! West Ardougne is being attacked!"

"What? Good thing you broke my concentration. I am calling the Order to fight. Go get aid from the Castle! Hurry!" Immediately, Rowan called on one of his assistants and asked him to don his warpriest armaments. He called on Sarah, Aleksandir, and Tiki to arm themselves up and fight the brigands.

"Saradomin be upon us, for the people of the West are in dire straits right now!"
Brother Rowanius Vendragon
of the
Aegis of Saradomin

A Warpriest of Saradomin.

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Bernauld

Bernauld

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"Let's march, fellow soliders! We go aid our fellows from the west side!" Immediately, Rowan and his cadre of three fellow-soldiers marched to the aid. As they arrived, the battle intensified. Guardsmen after guardsmen were felled down by the undead brigands; the cadre could not afford to see much suffering.

Tiki, being a battlemage of the Order, began casting bolts of sacred fire on two brigands about to butcher a wounded woman, inflicting a devastating singe that eventually burned off their flesh. Aleksandir, a skilled warpriest, used his bow and fired sacred fire arrows on five undead with likewise the same effect. Mustering her strength, Sarah used her giant greatsword to clear a detachment of undead with a slicing spin. Rowan, inspiring the three in their battle, casted bolts of sacred flame from his off-hand while fending the others with his shortsword. He eventually activated the enhancement from his sword to inflict holy damage on the incoming undead, effectively smiting them.

Despite their valiant efforts, more undead came in, proving the cadre's valiant prowess to their limits. This forced the cadre to fall back a bit, but continue fending them until a detachment from the Royal Military backed them up. Archers fired their flame-laden arrows on the remaining undead, effectively burning them. The Knights of Ardougne went to the melee with their shield and mace to bash those that get close to the archers. Four mages from the Magic Guild in Yanille went on to support them with their fire magicks.

After what seemed an age, the undead incursion was no more. The last undead soldier fell down under the burning flame from Rowan's off-hand. Indeed, the night was saved, but not without its casualties.

"We did it. However, looks like there will be mourning at sunrise." Tiki said.

"True. But still, we managed to contain them. That's what matters, isn't it?" Sarah replied.
Brother Rowanius Vendragon
of the
Aegis of Saradomin

A Warpriest of Saradomin.

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Bernauld

Bernauld

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"I wonder what's with the sudden attack this late at night. Could that be related to the initial sighting I encountered before? Looks like I need to search for answers... elsewhere." Rowan thought to himself.

By morning, mourning and wailing can be heard from the background of West Ardougne. The Royal Crown issued a decree, ordering the construction of a temporary settlement set up north of East Ardougne for the folks of the western half as that part of the city would be off-limits to visitors and returnees, save for the Royal Military of Ardougne, the Aegis of Saradomin, and a few select nearby parties such as the wizards of the Magic Guild.

Meanwhile, Rowan wrote a letter to the Highlord, requesting additional military and morale support.
Brother Rowanius Vendragon
of the
Aegis of Saradomin

A Warpriest of Saradomin.

21-Oct-2017 12:35:21 - Last edited on 22-Oct-2017 00:46:53 by Bernauld

Bernauld

Bernauld

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Reports for the Order


1. The storehouse of the Order has been upgraded.
((100k for Lvl 4))

2. Two sentry towers were erected in Tai Bwo Wannai for coastal defence.
((30k, 30W, 10R for both towers))



Signed,
Brother Rowanius Vendragon
Brother Rowanius Vendragon
of the
Aegis of Saradomin

A Warpriest of Saradomin.

21-Oct-2017 22:24:20

Damion Avah
Dec Member 2014

Damion Avah

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In the undergrounds of the capital of a classified location, the Chambers of the Great Divine can be found. There, was Divinus and some of the other scholars.
He flipped through a large and rather ancient leather book, “So, the magic circle has been made then as per instruction?”
A scrawny looking boy stepped into the light of the blue flames and nods, “Yes sir, all has been done as instructed. As to it will actually work we cannot tell.” He quickly looks behind him towards his peers and gulps. “I do apologize sir, but we must implore you once again to not visit the Goshi-“
Divinus slammed the book shut almost blowing out the flames. “I told you, I shall not hear of this once more. Furthermore, we have other more important things at hand.”
The walls were decorated with strange arcane runes, all in which only Divinus knew what they were for. One, however, was decorated on a door, one in which only Divinus may pass. Beyond it was several ancient tomes. They are all forbidden from being taken outside the room and for good reason.
“The undead is getting restless and the moon begins to distort things further. We shall suspend our research at the Heart on focus on this for now.” He raised his hand a signal to dismiss the scholars.
As they left he opened the book once more from where he had left off. He thought to himself that there is a reason for everything. But what if Mimring was correct? Correcting such a thing would be difficult and very dangerous, but would be the only way to stop things before they got worse.
“I best get in contact with the Death Lotus. We need all the help we can get.”
~~† Emperor of the The Menaphite Empire †~~

~~~Search for the laws of harmony, and you will find knowledge~~~

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21-Oct-2017 23:34:09

Zandos Zaahl

Zandos Zaahl

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Dark Wings, Dark Words

Watchman Raimunde shuffled uncomfortably at her post in the lookout tower. The darkening skies were completely covered with low, ominous clouds, and the wind clawed at the rickety construction, straining to rip it apart and scatter it into the heaving seas around Ape Atoll.

The messenger ravens beadily glared at her from behind the bars. Dark wings, dark words , her grandmother had always been fond of saying. There was just something sinister about them, a bad feeling she couldn’t quite shake. Just my luck to get assigned to a relay station , she thought, sourly.

The message had arrived earlier, bound for Prifddinas, but had not been sent on to the capital. He had asked to be notified if any foreign messages arrived. Irregular , she thought. It was an irregular time, though, she had to admit, as she cast a glance at the baleful lunar glow in the sky, seeping like a bloodstain through the clouds.

The watchman risked a glance over at him, still standing over the desk, reading. She could just make out a complex diagram on the scroll, along with words too small to read through the gloom. Raimunde watched him reach into his robes and draw out a vial, and begin covering some of the diagram’s lines with the fluid. The ink vanished, and he began replacing the missing links with different strokes and symbols. The ravens flapped and squawked, tying a knot in the watchman’s stomach. At last, he had finished working, and turned towards her.

“What…what was that you did?” Raimunde asked timidly. It would not do to question him, but she had an uneasy feeling.

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