Post by Cadic's Devoted on Jul 30, 2007 18:45:22 GMT -5
[ooc] Warning! Warning! VERY LONG!!! it is divided into sections, so if you don't care to know what happened in the worlds other than your own you can search through and find just your section and read it to find out what happened. End of Disclaimer [/ooc]
Looking down the sights of a rifle, the wind whips past, blowing the man's hair straight behind him, what little he has. Through the sights, one of Ss'ressens of the invading horde can be seen. As he calms his breathing and slowly squeezes the trigger, suddenly the beast lurches out of the sights, and he feels himself falling, the shot going wildly down into the horde and taking out a different monster, before he suddenly jerks to a halt at the end of the rope tied around his waist. Looking around, the man directs a glare at the man at the wheel of the small Airship he is riding on. "Curse you, can't you keep this thing driving straight? Its impossible to shoot with you lurching around like that!!" The man at the wheel grunts non-committaly. As the man shakes his head and turns back to look at the invading army, his face turns ashen as a large iron ball goes flying past his head...The shot the driver had swerved to dodge... and sails off into the sky, arcling lightly before landing somewhere inside the city, exploding upon contact and setting even more buildings ablaze.
Turning his attention back to his sights, he begins scanning the field, knowing these shots into the horde, although lethal, will never do enough to help turn the tide. He begins his search for better targets, commanders or shaman. Suddenly, a large movement of humans off to the right flank of the city catches his attention. Directing his sights down there he watches in fascination as a contingent of 100 black clad men march into formation, several hundred feet from the invading army, holding mostly what seem to be shortswords and daggers. With a start he realizes this must be a contingent of Twilight Warriors, those dedicated to the worship of Cadic. With rapt attention he stares as the group as a whole turns to face the enemy, the shadows cast from the walls of the city covering the entire group. Turning his gaze, figuring their general tactics, he scans the enemy group for a shadow large enough to hold them. Suddenly he sees it, as one of the largest airships known to the Shining Legion, the HildeGarde II, soars over the enemy horde, firing from all its side cannons, but strangely not dropping any of its signature bombs into its wake. As its shadow passes over the back of the enemy horde, he pulls his gaze away from the sights and watches the whole scene unfold with his naked eye. As one the Twilight Warriors seem to turn in the air, disappearing into the shadows...and reappearing at the back of the Ss'ressen legion, cutting large swaths through the confused enemy.
Punching his fist into the air the man on the airship cheers for the brave men of the Twilight Warriors... before his sight is drawn to the expanding cloud of blackness emanating from their midst, as well as from next to the city where they disappeared. In horror he watches as the darkness expands, seeming to suck in the light from the setting sun. Through the darkness pinpoints of light can be seen, and even darker shapes can be seen stepping through, enourmous humanoids flanked by large dog like shapes, and many other shapes of creatures. As the darkness expands it begins absorbing the city, which seems to merely disappear into the globe. In horror the man on the ship can merely watch as the city and both armies are absorbed into darkness, those that evade it for long getting ripped apart by the shapes that have begun moving outside the globes. In the surrounding country side, bubbles of darkness can be seen, where apparently some of the Twilight Warriors attempted to flee, causing even more rifts. Suddenly, there is a man standing next to the gunner on the airship, a horrified expression on his face. "We have done it...again..the shadows incarnate have come. We have ripped the very fabric of the world. May the gods save our souls!" At this he is suddenly engulfed by a black globe, which rapidly begins expanding. Scrambling to his feet he cuts his tie cord and rushes to the other end of the ship. Glancing at the growing orb he continues to watch the scene below, unable to tear his gaze from it.
As he watches he sees a large form, enormous even. This figure seems to be black at first sight, as if having come from the globe, but on second glance he seems almost gray in comparison. This figure stands and seems to be stretching his arms from side to side, one hand on one edge of the expanding globe -the two original ones no having expanded enough to combine into one- his other arm stretching for the other side, as if he is attempting to close it. As he struggles another figure suddenly materializes next to him, a rifle sized appropriately hanging on his back, his skin seeming to radiate light, fighting back the darkness. With a nod to the other man, he clasps his hand and grabs the other end of the globe, and the two figures begin pulling on the globe, inching it closed. Turning to glance at the globe behind him, the man watching all this from the airship sees the last of the ship disappear into the expanding globe. With his last defiant act he whips a pistol from the bandolier in his coat and fires a shot at an emerging beast, before leaping from the airship...and diving into the slowly closing back orb below.......
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Striding through the Mournlands, the creature known to many simply as The Prince of Blades strides confidently towards his creators lair, his cloak whipping around him in the wind, revealing a spiked armored body. Striding along, he confidently stomps through a group of warforged, the smaller beings scrambling to get out of his way, and giving proportion to the Prince of Blades' rather large form.
Suddenly a noise can be heard from behind him, a grating, stomping sound. Turning on his heel, his cloak disappearing revealing him to be a large adamantine bodied warforged, he watches as a large force of warforged, which seem to be wearing flamboyant human clothing, come rushing in his general direction. Shaking his head, one hand reaches up and pulls the large, gruesome sword off of his back, the other points forward towards the charging force. "Destroy them. They are weak!." Both hands glow as if on fire. Taking his own advice he charges off, quickly catching his own forces which have snatched weapons and taken up the charge. As the two forces clash, sounds of metal on metal can be heard on all sides. Cleaving a foe in half, The Prince of Blades looks around, noticing casters from both sides aiming spells and casting almost simultaneously. Looking towards the middle of the armies, he watches, his hands cutting down enemies almost on their own, as two forms appear, both summoned creatures, both seemingly made of shadow.
Smiling, if such can be said of a machine, he watches amusedly as the two summoned creatures stand up, the one on his side obviously larger than the other. Oddly enough though they do not immediately begin fighting one another. Instead they seem to look around themselves for a few moments before suddenly clashing in what looks like a fearsome grapple. In a moment though that illusion is gone as the creatures can no longer be seen individually and instead have assumed some sort of circular shape, an orb that seems to float in mid air, about the size of a large warforged. For a few moments it justs floats there, until a clash between two warforged heads in its direction, the warforged falling into it. At this the orb expands, engulfing more warforged and continuing to grow, rapidly expanding across the battlefield. From both sides of the battlefield, two large figures can be seen moving swiftly towards the growing orb. As they reach opposite sides of it, they seem to be forcing it closed.. The one on the near side is clearly the Lord of Blades himself, while the figure on the other side can only be what has been described as the Machine God of the Reforged. Seeing his chance to eliminate this foe, the Prince of blades rushes forward, his sword raised up on high. Upon seeing this fearsome foe headed his way, the Machine God releases his grip on the orb, which rapidly tries to expand...but oblong as it cant seem to approach the figure of the Machine God, cutting directly into The Prince's path, who fearlessly dives directly into it.........
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Looking down the sights of a rifle, the wind whips past, blowing the man's hair straight behind him, what little he has. Through the sights, one of Ss'ressens of the invading horde can be seen. As he calms his breathing and slowly squeezes the trigger, suddenly the beast lurches out of the sights, and he feels himself falling, the shot going wildly down into the horde and taking out a different monster, before he suddenly jerks to a halt at the end of the rope tied around his waist. Looking around, the man directs a glare at the man at the wheel of the small Airship he is riding on. "Curse you, can't you keep this thing driving straight? Its impossible to shoot with you lurching around like that!!" The man at the wheel grunts non-committaly. As the man shakes his head and turns back to look at the invading army, his face turns ashen as a large iron ball goes flying past his head...The shot the driver had swerved to dodge... and sails off into the sky, arcling lightly before landing somewhere inside the city, exploding upon contact and setting even more buildings ablaze.
Turning his attention back to his sights, he begins scanning the field, knowing these shots into the horde, although lethal, will never do enough to help turn the tide. He begins his search for better targets, commanders or shaman. Suddenly, a large movement of humans off to the right flank of the city catches his attention. Directing his sights down there he watches in fascination as a contingent of 100 black clad men march into formation, several hundred feet from the invading army, holding mostly what seem to be shortswords and daggers. With a start he realizes this must be a contingent of Twilight Warriors, those dedicated to the worship of Cadic. With rapt attention he stares as the group as a whole turns to face the enemy, the shadows cast from the walls of the city covering the entire group. Turning his gaze, figuring their general tactics, he scans the enemy group for a shadow large enough to hold them. Suddenly he sees it, as one of the largest airships known to the Shining Legion, the HildeGarde II, soars over the enemy horde, firing from all its side cannons, but strangely not dropping any of its signature bombs into its wake. As its shadow passes over the back of the enemy horde, he pulls his gaze away from the sights and watches the whole scene unfold with his naked eye. As one the Twilight Warriors seem to turn in the air, disappearing into the shadows...and reappearing at the back of the Ss'ressen legion, cutting large swaths through the confused enemy.
Punching his fist into the air the man on the airship cheers for the brave men of the Twilight Warriors... before his sight is drawn to the expanding cloud of blackness emanating from their midst, as well as from next to the city where they disappeared. In horror he watches as the darkness expands, seeming to suck in the light from the setting sun. Through the darkness pinpoints of light can be seen, and even darker shapes can be seen stepping through, enourmous humanoids flanked by large dog like shapes, and many other shapes of creatures. As the darkness expands it begins absorbing the city, which seems to merely disappear into the globe. In horror the man on the ship can merely watch as the city and both armies are absorbed into darkness, those that evade it for long getting ripped apart by the shapes that have begun moving outside the globes. In the surrounding country side, bubbles of darkness can be seen, where apparently some of the Twilight Warriors attempted to flee, causing even more rifts. Suddenly, there is a man standing next to the gunner on the airship, a horrified expression on his face. "We have done it...again..the shadows incarnate have come. We have ripped the very fabric of the world. May the gods save our souls!" At this he is suddenly engulfed by a black globe, which rapidly begins expanding. Scrambling to his feet he cuts his tie cord and rushes to the other end of the ship. Glancing at the growing orb he continues to watch the scene below, unable to tear his gaze from it.
As he watches he sees a large form, enormous even. This figure seems to be black at first sight, as if having come from the globe, but on second glance he seems almost gray in comparison. This figure stands and seems to be stretching his arms from side to side, one hand on one edge of the expanding globe -the two original ones no having expanded enough to combine into one- his other arm stretching for the other side, as if he is attempting to close it. As he struggles another figure suddenly materializes next to him, a rifle sized appropriately hanging on his back, his skin seeming to radiate light, fighting back the darkness. With a nod to the other man, he clasps his hand and grabs the other end of the globe, and the two figures begin pulling on the globe, inching it closed. Turning to glance at the globe behind him, the man watching all this from the airship sees the last of the ship disappear into the expanding globe. With his last defiant act he whips a pistol from the bandolier in his coat and fires a shot at an emerging beast, before leaping from the airship...and diving into the slowly closing back orb below.......
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Striding through the Mournlands, the creature known to many simply as The Prince of Blades strides confidently towards his creators lair, his cloak whipping around him in the wind, revealing a spiked armored body. Striding along, he confidently stomps through a group of warforged, the smaller beings scrambling to get out of his way, and giving proportion to the Prince of Blades' rather large form.
Suddenly a noise can be heard from behind him, a grating, stomping sound. Turning on his heel, his cloak disappearing revealing him to be a large adamantine bodied warforged, he watches as a large force of warforged, which seem to be wearing flamboyant human clothing, come rushing in his general direction. Shaking his head, one hand reaches up and pulls the large, gruesome sword off of his back, the other points forward towards the charging force. "Destroy them. They are weak!." Both hands glow as if on fire. Taking his own advice he charges off, quickly catching his own forces which have snatched weapons and taken up the charge. As the two forces clash, sounds of metal on metal can be heard on all sides. Cleaving a foe in half, The Prince of Blades looks around, noticing casters from both sides aiming spells and casting almost simultaneously. Looking towards the middle of the armies, he watches, his hands cutting down enemies almost on their own, as two forms appear, both summoned creatures, both seemingly made of shadow.
Smiling, if such can be said of a machine, he watches amusedly as the two summoned creatures stand up, the one on his side obviously larger than the other. Oddly enough though they do not immediately begin fighting one another. Instead they seem to look around themselves for a few moments before suddenly clashing in what looks like a fearsome grapple. In a moment though that illusion is gone as the creatures can no longer be seen individually and instead have assumed some sort of circular shape, an orb that seems to float in mid air, about the size of a large warforged. For a few moments it justs floats there, until a clash between two warforged heads in its direction, the warforged falling into it. At this the orb expands, engulfing more warforged and continuing to grow, rapidly expanding across the battlefield. From both sides of the battlefield, two large figures can be seen moving swiftly towards the growing orb. As they reach opposite sides of it, they seem to be forcing it closed.. The one on the near side is clearly the Lord of Blades himself, while the figure on the other side can only be what has been described as the Machine God of the Reforged. Seeing his chance to eliminate this foe, the Prince of blades rushes forward, his sword raised up on high. Upon seeing this fearsome foe headed his way, the Machine God releases his grip on the orb, which rapidly tries to expand...but oblong as it cant seem to approach the figure of the Machine God, cutting directly into The Prince's path, who fearlessly dives directly into it.........
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