Gaurds nervously stood at their posts, in front of the several gates that bade way to the city, which now were shut and barred. Reinforced with everything useful and then some, the entire city was in fear for their very lives. A flaming vampiric figure had been spotted headed towards the city at a rather fast pace, one that looked awfuly alike the old strange abomination that had onced terrorized the city streets. Tithdaeron had returned, the half-angel, half-vampire, the most powerful mortal ever encountered in Lomedors history of this era. However, no longer was this creature, this thing, a vampire or angel. No, an intangible being only harmed by such things as magic and the opposing forces of balance.

No holy powers could no longer harm his formerly necromantic flesh, and no dark energies could ward of his former angel's heart. This creature that had once been, came not for revenge, or some other just purpose, but merely the pleasure of seeing others under him suffer. And suffer they would, for where there was peace the Chaos Elemental would find and break it on his crusade to tear Arda apart.

Storms began to hover on the horizon, and approached as quickly as the sunlight leaves at dusk. Hail began to fall upon the town, first small, then radually growing in force until the hail reached stone sized proportions, poking holes through roof and head alike. THe citizens cowered in stone buildings as the hail pumeled them relentlessly, some screaming, others crying, those men of the town with some sense of courage, or at least self defense, waited with what arms they were able to muster.

Then, seemingly defying the very order of nature, several bright specks of flame appeared in the sky amidst the hail. THe gradually grew larger, and then, the pure agony of the realization of these previously starlike dots was realized. Fire rained from the heavens along with hail, and outside the main city gate, their stood a figure glowing red and white with black tendrils about it. A flowing blod-red robe with a obsidian collar, decorated with quartz covered the creaure. Tithdaeron, his Cloak of Disorder concealing the Rune Mail underneath it. In the form of a champion of champions to Chaos, rippling muscles and thick skin blessed his hide as he assailed the gaurds. The first charged, and seemingly stabbed Tithdaeron, but found that the image of him had blurred. Not long after it moved at incredible speed and came back into focus behind the gaurd, a metal blade apeared, peeking through his neck as he gargled and choked against the blood filling his lungs and escaping the precipice. The others banned together, ready to flee inside the gates if possible. Six of them in all.

Screams could be heard from the main street leading to the gates, not because of the firey hail raining down upon the city, and not because of the fiend attacking the gates; but because of the demon that walked towards the gates, satan's grandson himself. His skin was black, and glowing red lines crisscrossed it. He was in his enraged demon form, a terrible and fear inducing sight. No one dared to stand in his way as he walked towards the gates, aware of the danger that lied outside them. In his black claws he held the massive thing he called his broadsword, twice as large as any normal sword.

His eyes glowed red as he walked down the apocalyptic street, speaking of a deep evil. He sought revenge, revenge upon this city for not freeing him from his tomb of a prison earlier; he had waited six thousand years too many. Seth wanted to see this man for himself, and see if he could aid him in his work; however he would serve no one but himself, only assist the man. As he walked to the gates, nearing the entrance, a fearful guard shot off a crossbow bolt at Seth; which Seth caught out of the air. Seth let out a roar, the guard falling back in fear and running for his life; Seth continued, nearing the entrance of the gate.

Seth thought, his lust for destruction was only matched by his love; it was the only thing that could stop him from his bloody rage, but Charoget was not here and Seth would not be stopped-not this time. He wanted to see the city in ruin, and every inhabitant dead. Seth's power had been taken away, his ability to raise legions of followers gone, but his strength still remained; as well as his immortality, as neither heaven nor hell would take Seth- he was sentenced to an eternity on earth.

Four guards stood inside the gate, watching the door in fear and awaiting the terrible force, to make their futile attempt at stopping it. Seth stopped a meter from them, in his hulking demonic form. One turned as Seth growled, only to be cut in half when Seth slashed down with his immense sword. The others turned as their heard the shout of the now dead guard, their faces in an expression of shock and fear; their brains unable to tell their muscles to move.

Seth picked a guard up by his neck, the weight of the chainmail and plate armor unaffecting his immense muscles; and threw him aside like he nothing. One ran for his life while the last guard cowered in fear before Seth's massive form. Seth held his sword in one hand, then plunged his claws through the guard's chest; unaffected by the armor. The guard fell back to the ground, leaving Seth's black claws bloody.

Wolfang was already outside Lomedor's walls when the siege of the city started. He had decided to leave and continue on his travels, but as he turned around to take a final look of the city he noticed that there was hail and fire coming from the skies, and into the city. He also saw at the gate that he had left only minutes ago now two men, or maybe demons of immense proportions and strength.

A happy smile appeared on Wolfang's face as he drew his two handed sword from its scabbard on his back. It was time to do what he as a barbarian did best, kill citizens within the city and then pillage and loot anything valueable. The possibilities were endless, if the two demons succeded at the end of the day he could be sleeping in some noble's mansion with his loot all over the floor, and slaves catering to his every need and desire. Truly, as a conqueror of a city, the possibilities were indeed endless.

It took him a few minutes, but with haste he ran, staying on th road, and now stood in front of the gate with the two other demons, who now killed the remaining guards in front of the gate. "Greetings gentlemen. May I assist you in your havoc?" he asked with a happy smile. "Perhaps its time to move into the city, after all, these walls don't offer much in the form of enjoyment. How about we start with the nobles' sector? Those fat, lazy, good for nothing nobles don't deserve to live," he offered excitedly, ready to begin killing every noble he came across, and then looting their mansions to the ground.

The clouds in the sky began swirling in chaotic tumult. Their grey embrace blotted out the view of the heavens. From grey, their color began to darken, and darken, and darken...until each suspended water particle was just shades away from pitch black. Thunder rolled accross the sky as thick bolts of lightning cut through the air quicker than a knife. Bolt after bolt left behind increasing amounts of devastation. Houses on fire, piles of ash where civilians once stood. The clouds rumbled and an ungodly roar greater than any boom of thunder filled the air with dread and rage. A concentrated section of the clouds began to spin. The grey mass spiraled downward into a massive funnel. When the tornado finally hit the ground, all hell broke loose. Immediately upon the funnel cloud's descent, the wind began to swirl with chaotic arcane energies, giving it a colored appearance. The tornado slammed against the city walls, bringing the debrit high into the air along with the current. As it continued its course, something at the center of the storm exploded, turning the natural disaster from a spinning mass of arcane energies to a spinning mass of blue fire. But just as it reached Lomedor's city square, the funnel lifted from the ground and dissipated. Standing where it once was, arms spread out and lungs breathing heavily, was Ita the Reckless.

Ita stayed in her current position for several moments, trying to deal with massive vertigo. No, she wasn't spinning inside the tornado, but was inside to guide its course. Making a storm such as that was very magically straining, but Ita could cope. A crazed look appeared on her face. A man appeared in the second-floor window of a nearby house, holding a bow with an arrow strung. The goddess smirked and held her hand in the direction of the archer. Immediately after he launched the arrow, it turned around and hit his own forehead, making him slump to the ground.

The goddess sighed at the archer's ignorance and strode around the corner to behold several people standing by the city gates, including Tithdaeron, her mortal champion. "Level everything. Leave no man, woman, or child alive. LOMEDOR SHALL BECOME A FIELD OF SMOLDERING WRECKAGE!" Ita let out another blood-curdling battlecry as she drew Mashaka. She grasped it with both of her gauntleted hands and held it high in the air. As she brought it down, the blade lit aflame to create a long arcing trail of blue fire behind its descent. Mashaka's impact on the cobblestone was so powerful it sent a small shockwave through the city. The rupture in the ground that it made expanded forward, inching along like a snake while the ground groaned and shook. The earthquake continued for five minutes, toppling buildings and sending people to their feet, before ceasing.

Caius was enjoying a day of relaxation in Lomedor. He causally paced the city streets and made conversation with some of the locals. The young knight and born noble of the city he was sworn to protect until his dieing breath. He had been trained in many ways and forms of combat. Yet nothing had prepared him for what was going to happen in a few moments.

While talking with a noble he noticed it start to grow dark. He looked up to the sky to see a cover of black heavy clouds to appear. “Had no idea a storm was comin’ Caius.” The noble said. Caius glanced into the sky; his gut told him something was wrong. Soon he saw specs of fire in the sky, his gut was right this was not good. He turned and began to run towards the local garrison of troops. The noble watched as Caius abruptly ran away. “Caius?”

The heavens seemed to rain down upon him. Bolts of lighting, hail, fire, and wind ripped through the buildings and streets as Caius rushed to the barracks of the town guard. He took cover in destroyed buildings, keeping the timing of his flight well so he did not get taken out. He stumbled a few times, but finally managed to make it to the local garrison. The troops were scrambling around. Many already lay dead; piles of ashes and burnt bodies littered the courtyard. “By the gods…” Caius said.

A member of the guard began to run by. He grabbed the soldier by the shoulder. “Who’s in charge here?!” He yelled.
“I have no idea… the captain ran off with some men… There was this tornado-”

He left the soldier and ran towards the garrison inside and up a staircase. He traveled upwards until he reached one the top floors. Some archers had taken defensive positions in the windows. Caius ran to a window and pushed aside an archer. He looked out and saw Ita and Tithdaeron.
“O this is just wonderful.”
Caius ran back down and out into the courtyard. The ground shook and he was tossed to the ground, buildings up heaved from the ground. He fell to ground along with many soldiers around him. He slowly got back up using his sword to help him.
He pointed towards the guards. “Alright 3 columns, Pikeman on the left, infantry on the right, and archers in the center.”
The guards got into formation, taking Caius orders because no one else was giving them.
“Keep your intervals you maggots, I don’t want all of you to buy the farm if one of those gods uses a spell.”
He fell in behind them. They rushed to the city gate to defend against the coming onslaught.
“Okay Okay Pikemen on the sides, infantry in the front, arches take the back. Find as much cover as possible, do not engage the enemy, let them engage you. And keep your fracking intervals.”
He said coming into view of Ita’s men at the gate.

Drionis flew over Lomedor, he had heard rumors and decided to see how true they were. If it was real then he would enjoy seeing a chaotic burn down an entire city. He gave a dragon smile as he came upon Lomedor. This was the place.

Already he could see the city but suddenly the clouds grew dark and he was in the middle of a storm. He dodged and swooped around falling hail and suddenly falling fireballs. One missed him and another barely hit him as he dodged them. He swooped down into the shadows of a large building and emerged as a human. His bandages covered his entire body as he peered through the sky, this has to be the work of the Chaotic.

He turned drawing his sword, he was ready for anything. Or that was what he thought suddenly he saw a great lupine warrior, it was her. "The goddess of Chaos herself has come to join us. This seems interesting" he said as he stood watching everyone inside the city and those who were outside.

The crimson sky bode ill for the city, or what was left of it. The streets were filled with blood and fire. There was not a living soul who was not crying out in pain or fear. Smoke could be seen from miles away, as the storm continued to burn, level, and completely obliterate the once great city.

When all seemed lost and hope had faded a gigantic beast burst out of the crimson clouds. Upon its back rode a tiny wooden warrior no bigger than a child. He looked up to the heavens which were still breathing fire. He merely raised his hand and said one lonely word, “Silence.” As if obeying the puppet, the storm ceased.

The giant winged beast and his master continued toward the city. He flew as fast as he could toward the main gate where the attack had begun. The puppet would not let such a dreadful thing happen. It was his duty as a keeper to protect against such things. He may have despised the human race, but he could not let such evil do away with them, for then he would be just like them.

The beast landed with a thunderous thud only yards away from the evildoers. Fearlessly, it roared in defiance, letting them know it opposed them. It stared at them with thirsty eyes as if waiting for its master’s orders, but its master was not on its back. It had disappeared before the beast had landed.

He had leapt from the dragon in flight casting a spell allowing himself to fly. He rushed at them with his halberd raised in one hand. The other hand he pointed at the fiends and cursed them saying, “Abargablarg!” Immediately a fiery column erupted from the sky, shooting down towards the earth, aimed at those standing at the entrance to the city.

(I used unsummon against the firey hail, fly on myself, and slame strike as my attack. In case you were confused.)

Tarterus ran as fast as he could towards the town. He had heard the Chaotic Elemental was heading towards Lomedor, not much passes the ears of a Cerberus and does not alert it to some form of entertainment. The Cerberus immediately followed after picking up the trail. The heads laughed as he ran expecting destruction to follow shortly after the elemental. The three heads stopped suddenly as the clouds suddenly came in. He looked up as hail fell from the sky, first in small shapes as big as a pebble and then into large stones the size of the rocks that surround volcanoes. He took off dashing as fast as he could.

He came upon the city where the being had stopped. There he attacked one of the men and others took off. Soon he was joined by others. He growled with delight as they appeared to be ready to break down the doors. Suddenly he heard a crash and before them all stood the Goddess of Chaos herself, Ita. He lowered his heads a little but still high enough to show he was not easily swayed. He gave a dog like grin and laughed. "It seems the town of Lomedor is doomed."I wonder how long it will last against me. "I hope it lasts at least a little while. I love to hear the screams. it said walking slowly towards the city ready to spread distruction.

Tithdaeron smiled underneath as his view of the city became more beuatiful with each passing second. The growing chaos caused the city to seem a radiant, inviting thing that offered true fulfillment to any chaotic in the area and for miles around. In fact as Tithdaeron worked his ways of magic to keep the storm on Lomedor, more and more people showed up to help destroy the town, and best of all, he knew that he had not been abandoned by his master Ita in this endeavor. Although he had not talked directly to her about his plan, she must have suspected or known of it ahead of time. Or perhaps had plans of her own as well. Nevertheless, the order was given from her. Flatten everything, leave no soul alive. Coming right up.

Turning his concealed head to the barbarian that had approached him, Tithdaeron answered "You may strike at any you wish lest it be a person aiding in the removal of Lomedor from the face of this land. Any treasure you find may be yours as well, as I suspect it is your desire and shall be your reward for your help." Concentrating on the storm some more, Tithdaeron saw that on the other side of the gate someone was preparing an army against him. A challenge it would be, although Tithdaeron could think of plenty of ways to take care of most of them and fast. Just then, his onslaught of hail and fire upon the city began to slow and then cease. Tithdaeron would have raised and eyebrow, but had none in his pure form. The creature was being blocked by some other magical means.

At that point a rather large flying beast landed not far behind him, followed by a Cerebrus. Tithdaeron did not have much experience with Cerebri, but, decided it would be at least worth a shot at attempting to command it to occupy the flying beast. "Beast of Chaos, do a supreme being a favor and destroy that mount while I find the source of our problem." Searching the skies for the rider, it was difficult to see anyone. Then, someone shouted the strangest thing Tithdaeron had ever heard in this or his loast life. “Arbargablarg!” The strange word made Tithdaeron twitch slightly, and he heard a roar as a column of flame sped towards him from the skies. It was then, that he sighted the puppet-like opposer falling towards him. Raising his hands, Tithdaeron laughed childishly and then the flames slowed and reversed direction, being effected by his newfound ability to redirect spells and his mastery over flame. The column was heading straight towards the puppet.

Not wasting anymore time on that simple cause and effect equation, Tithdaeron pointed at the large city gates and said "Any structure that stands against me will serve for me or be destroyed. Be destroyed." Not long after, a rather large moon rock followed by several meteors crash into the gates, obliterating the large port cullus, the iron door, and the wooden bars. The massive Moon Rock continued to roll on, crushing several things before it stopped abrubtly and lost momentum. Tithdaeron began to move into the city.

Umbra sat bored in a chair in the room of an inn. She examined the dagger in her hand, it errupted into flame and went out as people passed by her room. She heard growling and turned to find her Cerberus puppy was argueing over a peice of meat from her meal. She sighed and took it away from them, cut it in thirds and gave each head a peice. Pleased they layed down and ate their meal in peace. She sighed and got up flopping on the bed. "Its nice to just relax and rest after a long journey huh Migan?" she asked her lupine companion. He looked at her from his place by the door and nodded.

She soon fell asleep but was awakened in a few minuets by hail hitting the window. She turned and looked out as the hail grew larger and larger. Suddenly fire appeared as well in a dazzling display of fire and ice the city of lomedor was being destroyed. She smiled and laughed as she looked out the window, the being at the gates was all but unknown to the half demon. It was Tithdaeron, and now this attack of chaotic nature made sence. Tithdaeron was laying waste to the city.

Suddenly a tornado appeared, she thought that Tithdaeron was going for it all when a lupine appeared weilding an axe and she knew who that was. Even before she spoke, "Level everything. Leave no man, woman, or child alive. LOMEDOR SHALL BECOME A FIELD OF SMOLDERING WRECKAGE!" She looked suddenly as a moon rock was bouncing off the ground. "Hey guys, its time to move." she said as she grabbed the puppy and the three of them were out a window, they hit the ground just as the moon rock plowed into the inn before comming to a stop. She smiled, "Thats what they get for offerign lousey service. Now what do you say we join the fun?"

Her lupine looked at her with surprise, "A few moments ago you were complaining about how much action we were having and now you say you want to join in? Make up your mind" he said drawing his mace, "The personality of a Chaotic. Besides you need practice with that fire power of yours" she said and raised her hand "Migan! Tahmores! HAVE A FEILD DAY!" she said and the lupine and the cerberus ran off. She drew her dagger which was flaming blue and turned towards the destroyed gates. Tithdaeron was comming in, she gave a slight bow. "Lord Tithdaeron, My Lady Ita. I hope it is alright if I assist you." she said to them.

“Corporal get those archers some greek fire (I don’t know what else to call it) so they can use flaming arrows.” Caius yelled to a soldier. “Hold position until my order!” He yelled.
As men scrambled about two men carrying a barrel walked in front of the archers letting a black oil spill out a long trail in front of them. A man with a torch through down a torch and the trail of oil set ablaze. “Light your arrows!” Caius yelled. The archers and crossbowman ran forward to the fire and lit their arrows on fire.

Most of the infantry had taken positions around the broken buildings and rubble lying around. They were in no real formation, but staying in a formation at this time would be at a disadvantage. One of those powerful gods or demons could wipe them all out in formation with a spell. But keeping them spread out they would be more effective and harder to kill.

As the archers prepared their bows Caius stopped a swordsman. “How many men do we haft left in reserve?” Caius asked.
“Not much just some men back at the garrison sir.”
“How long till reinforcements arrive?” Caius asked.
“I don’t think any is comin’ sir.” The guard replied with a grim look on his face.
“Send some runners to the garrison. Get as all fortifications ready and all equipment to, catapults, ballista, fire traps, and anything else. We will fall back to the garrison when we can no longer hold here. Also send runners to the ports, when the barracks fall we’ll pull back their and it will be our last line of defense.”
“After that sir?” the swordsman asked.
Caius looked at the man. “I hope you can swim, now go!” He said pushing him off.

“Wait for it!” Caius yelled. He noticed that more enemies were gathered outside the gates to make a push into the city. “Aim just outside the gates.” He said pointing his sword to Ita and Tithdaeron. “Ready.” He said. The archers pointed their bows in the air. “Give em’ a volley, FIRE!”
The archers unleashed their arrows at the gates sending them down on the army of chaos.

Ita stood there, slack-jawed. A puppet!? Is this a joke!?! It must be, there's no way they can be serious. The goddess heaved her mighty Shield of Divine Wrath from its position hanging from her back. Its polished surface had not yet seen the tides of war, but it would now. Left arm carrying her shield and right holding Mashaka, she glanced at the flying puppet and its dragon companion. "Kill it. There's no way I'm going to spend my time trying to defeat something so pathetic." With but a thought Ita sent an Improved Gravity spell towards the tiny thing, just so it would deactivate the Fly spell and perhaps crush it against the road. Then her minions could finish him off. Ita had much less laughable foes to tend to. A volley of flaming arrows had been launched her way.
These defenders keep getting more and more stupid. They expect to defeat fire with fire? One quick motion and her shield was held up. She was now almost fully protected from the projectiles. Every time an arrow hit (and subsequently slid off) the shield, the large gemstone in its middle glowed brighter and brighter. When the volley ceased, the light was almost blinding. Ita pointed the shield in the direction the arrows had come from, and fired. A huge red beam of pure chaotic energy shot from the gem, a foot in a half wide and just as tall.

But the attackers were only at the town's entrance. There were still many more things to destroy, more people to kill. A colossal wave of lava appeared above the goddess, crashing on a nearby house and flowing along the ground before hardening. A large building crumbled into a pile of rubble at Ita's call. While Tithdaeron and the others were dealing with puppets and soldiers, Ita was the one havig all the fun. After lopping off the head of a fleeing citizen, she turned around to observe her destruction. Tithdaeron was but a speck, but Ita hadn't even destroyed a quarter of the city yet. But she will, oh yes, she will. It will ALL be gone.

Ita turned around at the sound of hoofbeats. Four horse-riding knights didn't hesitate to surround her, each pointing a lance in her direction. "Surrender, vile creature, and your life will be, AGH!" The lupine had slung her heavy shield at him, toppling him off his horse. Mashaka was the next to fly through the air. The second knight fell as well, the blade penetrating his armor. Ita grinned while drawing two more swords from the sheathes on her belt: Her Longsword of Bloodshed, which looked like a blur to her enemies, and a Blood Sword. As she dispatched one of the remaining knights, the other stabbed her in the back with his lance, denting her armor and giving her a bruise. She spun around, dug her Blood Sword into his horse's windpipe, and launched three Magic Missles from her now-empty hand. The Goddess of Chaos was victorious yet again.

She took a few moments to rest and gather her weapons. The bloody Blood Sword went back on her hip, and she slung Mashaka and her Shield of Divine Wrath to the side. She would pick them up later. For now, Ita was in the mood to kill with her newest weapon.

The dark figure strode through the chaos, the fog of war simply seeping through his body. Clad entirely in black, he could of been mistaken simply as a shadow, but that could even be considered a perk to his purpose.

As a platoon of guards strode past him, his illusion made him truly a shadow as they absent mindly walked past him, not giving a care. At last he had reached the center of Lomedor. Straight to the home of the Syndicate, the Templar's worst enemy. Many of the children had attempted to crush this pest of chaos yet each time these pawns of balance had managed to bring themselves back, this time more than ever. That would change. With a roar, Vigilante screamed an incantation as the sky grew red with growing havoc.

All of a sudden, the clouds were penetrated as a flurry of projectiles rained from the heavens. Everything from moon rocks to meteors began crushing the guild hall, the concentrated celestial storm sending shockwaves throughout Lomedor, causing the surrounding vicinity to become flattened entirely.

((I'm sorry it sucks, but I'd thought that right now would be a great time to destroy the Syndicate :p))

Willow barely had time to act as his own spell suddenly changed its course so that it was headed for him. Willow suddenly disappeared from view as the fiery pillar collided with a dark ball of powerful energy. The two made a last bang before vanishing.

Willow himself reappeared just beyond the city’s entrance having used his teleportation ability. His move to dodge his own attack seemed to have gone by unnoticed. The enemies seemed merely humored by him. If they thought a being of nature was somehow a joke, they were in fore a rude awakening. The creature was not only a Keeper of the Sacred Deed but also one of Liara’s students.

Willow raised his hands calling upon magic once more to aid him. He did not need to use words, so he didn’t. It would be down right stupid to show himself again if they thought him destroyed. If they wanted to pay him no heed then he would use their ignorance to defeat them.

Smoke started to pour from his mouth and nose. It spread quickly covering the ruins in a haze. Willow could of course still see his enemies although their images changed slightly. Willow with his heat vision could still see their body heat. They appeared as yellow images to him.

He now focused his mind on the fallen debris from the destruction the foes had caused. Using his thoughts he lifted heavy bits and pieces into the air. The hovered unobserved in the heavy smoke. Suddenly, Willow gave them a mental push sending them speeding at his enemies.

Umbra smiled as she looked around. Her lupine was setting fire to buildings as her cerberus ran terrorizing the animals in the shop square. She laughed, "Lets get this party started!" she said raised her hand.A l' yorn d' sah lu' ebblru Usstan quarth ashen showers ulu rosa harl!she said and pulled it down. She added to the fire raining down with her ashen shower ability. She smiled and turned to a fleeing man. "If you wanted to live you should have left ages ago. Now die by my hand." she said and dove at him stabbing him easily.

She moved from him letting his body fall to the ground and looked ahead, they had just started and already they were picking up steam. She turned and saw the puppet and then an angel. She glared at the angel, her dagger burst into flame. She looked at him when a moonbeam appeared, she looked at him and debated weither she should go after the angel or continue, either way she was going to have fun, one would be easier than the other.

“GET DOWN!” Caius screamed. Ita’s beam of red energy cut a path of destruction through the ranks of the city’s watch. The beam stuck the rubble, series of explosions occurred in the path of the beam sending shrapnel and debris flying everywhere. Caius hit the ground hard and grunted when he landed. He could he screams and shouts of them around him. Dirt and rubble kicked up on top of him while he lay face down covering himself. But as soon as the beam hit it seemed to be over, and Caius arose out of the rubble anew.

“Casualty report!” Caius yelled to the corporals. Men scrambled around in the smoke as the city guard retook their assigned positions.
“Sir we lost 65 men. 32 archers, 13 infantry, and 20 pikeman sir.” A sergeant yelled back as the corporals reported back in.
Caius shook his head. In truth if they had used a tight formation by the books the attack would have inflicted heaps of more damage to his ranks. Yet Caius could not shake the fact that one simple attack from Ita killed 65 of his men.”
“Hold formation.” Caius said. “This is just the beginning.”

“New orders sir?” one of the lesser officers asked. Before he could answer a smoke screen seemed to cover the field. Caius hesitated, he could not effectively command if he could not see his men. He looked around confused wondering if it was really a screen to conceal enemy movements. He studied the situation when something caught his eye in the sky. Willow. “The Keepers of the Sacred Deed are here.” He said, half to himself and half to his to the watch’s officers. “Pull back out of the rubble. We’ll take new defensive formation and positions near the city garrison.” Caius said.
“Were retreating?”
“Strategic withdraw sir.” Caius said to the officer. “I won’t be caught in the cross fire of two supernatural forces. And trust me the Keepers of the Scared Deed don’t want us in their way.”
The men around Caius nodded. “Sound the retreat.”
As the trumpet played the retreat, the watch fell into organized columns to withdraw back to the garrison. Caius watched the men dash off as he would guard the back of the formation.

As the meteors continued raining upon the Syndicate Guild Hall, causing destruction upon the guild of balance, Vigilante heard the sweet music of retreat. Swiveling around, his eyes turned to slits as he saw an entire group of defenders running from the chaos erupting in the front gates.

Vigilante's eyes grew into embers, glowing with red chaos as the wind picked up and a whirlwind rained upon the soldiers, throwing them against the walls and roofs. A few infantry soldiers started charging at him with lances, but with a simple movement, 40,000 volts of chaotic electricity ran through them, turning them into a crisp. A man who seemed to be leading them from the back suddenly caught Vigilante's attention. He appeared to be a knight, and they were always worth more to him then average soldiers. He would bring back this one's head!

Tarterus nodded but soon discovered that the mount had disappeared in the sky so he decided to turn his attentions to the fight. He ran and gave a roar that shook the animals in the market place. He ran full towards the stables of the inns and suddenly a stampeed of horses ran following the reatreating soldiers. He laughed and ran plowing through the market place completely distroying the area. He saw the Goddess of Chaos up ahead as she enjoied herself.

He gave a dog smile and looked around him as people stared up at him in fear, while farmers and men ran at him with swords and about anything they could find. He smiled and gave a loud bark, initiating his fear spell. He watched their eyes go wide as they ran off in fear of him. It is such a shamehow human minds can be swayed easily. he said and continued his run.

Snow hated being late. He stood on top of the roof of one of the few still-standing and unburning buildings, waiting for the right moment to pounce. But, for some reason, at that moment, Snow's mind managed to wrap itself around the situation. "T-They've killed hundreds, n-no... thousands of people by now.." He stuttered out, watching the carnage. "How could anyone do such a thing? What kind of cruelty does it take to-UUAGH!" Snow never got to finish his monolouge, as he was knocked from his perch by a passing dragon. Tumbling downwards, he shoved his fist through the wall of the buidling, grabbing onto the edge of the hole he made, then let go, and fell the rest of the way. He was immedietly overcome by the fire from above, diving against the building to avoid the storm of flames. Taking a second to recouperate from the shock, he steeled himself, and dashed back out, ignoring the burning pain that shot like waves through him. The position he took was directly between the retreating guard, and the assaulters of the city. He looked back on the group. "Hurry up and get out of here. I won't be able to hold them for long."

Turning forward again, he saw a great Cerberus, and the goddess of Chaos herself. But that would not stop Snow. He clenched his fist, and roar-snarled at the top of his lungs. That'll get their attention.

"Bwa HA HA HA HA! laughed Tithdaeron maniacally, almost keeling over when he saw in the distance the defence forces of Lomedor being blown to smithereens by a rather large red energy beam from Ita. Something, however, distracted him from his previous distraction. Smoke began to fill the area, and although it did not effect Tithdaeron's vision as much as it would a normal creature (as he saw between chaos and balance rather than darkness and light), it still blurred some things somewhat. This aggravated him.

Tithdaeron could think of no other offender than the puppet whom he had thought he burned up not long ago. Turning around, Tithdaeron saw that not only was the puppet there, but an archangel had arrived as well. Memories came back to him of an archangel named Saerion Zeowulf that he had burned up in a forest during a tournament. This one shouldnt be much harder either. However, with the scent of another person approaching from within the city, Tithdaeron decided he would need a little help against three foes whom he knew little about. Better to be cautious in this case. Reaching up to his mouth, Tithdaeron whistled loudly. Out from an alley came a rather large, muscular lupine with white fur and red eyes. Its white fur was stained with splotches of blood, dirt, and a few other things.

Deciding to go a little overboard, and perhaps completely obliterate instead of simply defeat the opposers, Tithdaeron raised his hands to the sky and spoke in a language undescribable by mortal words. From the void stepped a Chaos Beast, the very animal manifestation of Chaos itself, only outpowered by Elementals (there being only one on this plane of existence) and of course, Ita herself. It heave blue flame and its spikes and thick hide glistened like polished metal.

The puppet began to fling rubble at the three, which was easily dodged by the agile lupine and presnted no problem for the Chaos Beast's super-tough hide. Tithdaeron simply hugged against the creatures back and was safely behind its head, where no projectile so random as flying rubble would strike him. It would be difficult to find the offender in this smoke, so Tithdaeron summoned a whirlwhind as well which quickly gathered and blew away the smoke.

Willow did not even wait to see how his attack with the debris worked. He noticed more creatures entering the battlefield. He wasn’t sure if they were all evil, but he noticed several were rather large. He delved into the back of his mind trying to think of a strong attack that might be of some use here with such depressing odds.

The only attack he could think of was what he called “earth shatter.” He hesitated thinking of the further damage it would do to the torn city. He did not want to aid in the cities destruction, but as the fiery hail returned he knew he had to act fast in order to save as much of the city as he could.

He searched deep with in himself knowing he would need all of his strength in order to use this spell. The magical properties that resided in him radiated to the surface of his body causing it to glow a dark purple. Willow shook in frustration as he tried to draw out the remaining strength. Not even the smallest amount of energy went unobserved. He summoned it all to the surface.

The ground in front of him began to shake as if a stampede was heading for them, but it did not break yet. Harder and harder it shook as Willow’s power shifted. Willow’s face was contorted in concentration. The time was now. The energy had been drawn. He threw up his hands releasing the raw power.

The ground suddenly went silent and still, but the pause was short lived. The ground split itself into several pieces. The plates shifted causing bits of earth to shoot up while others sank. The rest of the rubble in the area fell beneath the quake.

If one was to look hard enough, they may see a small but bright light growing larger in the sky. This was none other than Avennian, who was making his way to the scene with much haste. Large, beautiful angelic wings carried him atop the clouds, and his powers of holiness radiated from his very soul even to his physical being. As a result, his body glowed with holy light, and left a faint streak as he sped through the sky. His body was strainght and the wings, granted by the powers of his sword, were outstretched magnificently. His arms were held firmly against his body so that he would cut through the air sharply without hindering his speed. As he reached the site of brewing chaos, he slowed, then made a sharp dive out of the clouds. His aura seemed brighter than ever as he flew downwards at a sharp angle. As he neared the ensuing battle and turmoil, he stopped in the air, not coming too close. There was not much he could see, as there seemed to be smoke in the air. However, after a few glances he caught sight of the puppet boy, who seemed to be fighting as hard as he could. With this, Avennian began to lower himself to the ground, not too far behind the puppet.

It had been by a mere sense that he had become aware of this devastating situation in Lomedor. Not too long ago, he had been on Keeper's Peak, looking out into the mountains, thinking of many things that were on his mind. It was strange that he had felt something, not physically, but something seemed to be tugging on his mind. Something that he could not think of, something unknown. He paced a bit, while on the mountain, and wondered what this feeling could be. With a sudden turn, he walked briskly to the scrying mirror which sat between two pillar on Keeper's Peak. He looked into it for a moment before speaking, "Show me." Not knowing what to expect, he was rather surprised to see an unknown figure walking outside what he clearly recognized as being near the grounds of Lomedor. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, but the image suddenly changed to that of the puppet boy. Not sure what to look for, Avennian knew that there was trouble afoot. And knowing the puppet, he felt the need to affirm his worries.

Retrieving his Holy Blade from the mountain hall, Avennian was quick to spread the wings granted by the blade, and made his way to the large city. He flew with amazing speed to the city, his holy powers somehow accelerating him through the sky, enabling him to reach the city within a considerably quick time. Now, here he was lowering himself to the ground in the city, facing what seemed to be a terrible force of easily recognized chaos. Anger stirred within him as he looked on, taking in his surroundings for the purpose of finding the right time to enter the battle. He would not want to fight with pre-judgements, and so he watched carefully. The blade in his right hand was in a ready position for battle as he looked on, quickly spotting opposing forces and readying himself to take them down.

Caius hated running for long periods of time, especially during battle. He was out of breath and covered in sweat as his men ran down the streets of Lomedor. They were well out of the way of battle at the gates and were proceeding to the barracks to reorganize. He kept shouting orders and making sure the guard did not break ranks or fall out of line. The guard was showing signs of fatigue as well. Most of the guard trudged under all that heavy armor; he might order them to remove it later on.

It did not help that the fact that every citizen in Lomedor was running around with panicking and screaming for their life. He knew that many were trying to evacuate the city before they were slaughter by the Armies of Chaos. Yet his men had trouble moving through larger crowds of people who only cared about themselves. He shook his head and wondered if any crowd control was possible.

Finally after minutes of jogging the guard reached the garrison which lay more towards the back west of the city. More men had been mustered together plus the reserve had fallen into a reasonable defensive formation.
“Alright spread out and keep those intervals.” He said. “Pikeman take those low houses on the sides and try to bottleneck enemies from the streets. Infantry give the pikeman support and make sure they are not attack from behind. Archers lay down covering fire for the pikeman, concentrate fire in the center of the streets. Spread out people!”

While he shouted orders the Syndicate of Blades Guild Hall exploded. Debris went flying everywhere smashing into groups of people and houses. Fires sprang up in small isolated areas. Caius shielded his head for a moment until the smoke and debris had cleared.
“When did the enemy reach this far into the city?” Caius shouted to a sergeant.
“No idea, but we have reports that agents working for Ita are causing panic and damage throughout the city.” The sergeant replied.
“Wait here!” He charged off in the general direction of Vigilante and Umbra. Hoping to stop their carnage before it spreads.

Umbra narrowed her eyes as a blazing light appeared. She closed her eyes and gave an expression of contempt. So the Guardian of Holyness himself has come to stop us. Well Tith can have the honor, I however...I feel like playing. she thought as she looked in the direction of the Archangel. She clenched her fist as her dagger's flame grew as the Guardian joined the fight. Today would be one to remember.

Umbra looked over her shoulder, her lupine and cerberus were nowhere in sight. She smiled and faced the Archangel, "I sure hope you are ready for some fun Angel-boy. Cuz if this works it will be my one to your zero." she said then watched him rise into the air. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She raised her hand and consentrated hard, "Darashou olaud houda" she said as magic missiles flew from her hand at the Angel. This was going to be fun, although it was not a game anymore it would prove how observant and reactive he was. Hopefully he does not make me waste my time on him, I could be practicing right now. she thought.

The Chaos Elemental and Chaos Beast growled angrily in unison. The strange spell used by that ever-more aggravating puppet would make the Pandora (The beast's name) entirely inmanuverable for the moment. However, it did add to the destruction of the city, which was a plus. Tithdaeron patted his mount on the head, and it lowered slightly to afford him a way off. Landing on both feet, shoulders length apart, Tithdaeron crouched as the different pillars of earth changed in height and shape while the ground trembled mightily. Now was the time to use his experience in flight to an advantage. Diverting energy to his back, he concentrated on growing. Wings, to that effect. Being a shapeshifter had its priveleges. Two, white and red wings of chaotic energy sprouted from behind his cloak. Ten feet in wingspan, they were large enough to displace massive amounts of air, but, were shaped in a swallow-tail design to allow for manuverablity.

Tithdaeron leaped into the air while giving a great flap and rose just as a bolt of holy energy collided with Pandora. It growled angrily and reared back, as the energy created a nice sized pockmark on its hide. Taking in a dee breath, the beast looked and aimed at the offending angel and released a hot stream of blue flame that would soon engulf the foe if it did not move quickly enough. The lupine, which was on a lower spire of earth, transformed into its serpentine dragon form. IT lengthened to nine feet, with thick white scales. The dragon climbed up the side of a higher spire with ease, clutching and pulling with its clawed arms. Seeing that Pandora was targeting the angel, the lupine now dragon decided to follow suite and launch a series of three fireballs in the angels general direction. A three foot spread.

Speeding through the air, Tithdaeron brandished his Katar in his left hand and a fireball in the other. Concentrating on the figure of puppet, he spoke and pointed with his left hand and shouted "You will perish this day, annoying fly!" It was at that moment a red hot stream of chaotic lightning snaked its way from Tithdaeron's hand and moved to strike and fry the puppet.

"Where are the Blades?" Sraxen the dwarf was trying to locate answers, but none were being given. The guards of the city were trying their best to mount a defense up against the foes, leaving no time to tell the dwarf what was going on. "Their halls are being bombarded, and yet none of their warriors are out here defending it!" His anger was apparent. The Syndicate of Blades was primarily a mercenary group, not usually dealing with the threat of magic, but the Templar of Pandora had sent celestial magic their way. And now, the only ones left to defend it were not the Blades themselves. "I will not sit idly while this city is raised to the ground by meteor showers." With that, he took off, searching for the offending party.

It was by mere chance that Sraxen had even shown up for this attack. He remembered Telsor bringing him here from the Salquedor Grasslands, the dragon informing him that Zenith and Willow were up against increasingly difficult odds. The pair had made haste to the city, Telsor eventually dropping Sraxen off right beside the guild hall of the Syndicate of Blades. And now, he searched for his friends.

Before he found the other Keepers, the dwarf noticed a large force of men retreating their ground. Sraxen located the leader of the force as he was making his way out. "What are you doing?" he cried. "You cannot withdraw Lómëdor's defense, or all will certainly be lost!" He looked over to his right and saw Zenith. The angel was holding up on his own, so Sraxen felt his attention was better aimed at the small defense force. "You can't retreat, not when the people of this city need you most." He closed his eyes and reached his hand toward the leader once more, uttering the word holormos beneath his breath. The word was a dwarven blessing, and he hoped it wuld give the commander the hope and strength he needed to continue fighting the good fight. While Sraxen the dwarf still breathed, Lómëdor would not fall. As soon as his dealings were finished with this commander, he'd find whoever was destroying the Blades' halls, and he'd make sure they were stopped.


((OOC: This was directed at Sir Caius Lucius, I used the spell "Bless": Gives a feeling of hope, strength, and courage to all nearby allies.))

Dark clouds covered the skies, twisting and turning, making spiral masses, which emitted thunder. But no lighting was seen, for the storm was raging, but it was holding back the lighting it seemed, or the crackles were miles away. Watching a new battle rave on, preparing to see a new winner, who would be victorious in this small war.

Life and time were changing, just like the weather. Just like Yumi, who would change for the best with each passing second. For her passion to do the right thing excelled her age, into the young righteous warrior; she was today. Her healing skills were big, but she had a long way to go before she was ready to help anyone with her power.

Holding onto her staff tightly, she walked hurriedly in the town. Passing though what little was left of the gate. Her eyes couldn’t look away from the horror. Buildings were set a flame, and moans were heard throughout, which gave her the urge to clasp at her ears so she wouldn’t hear. But feeling the extreme need to be here, she thought against it, and went toward one villager who seemed to be half under a large piece of fallen wood. Most likely for his shop, or house.

Creating a light chant with her lips, Yumi could feel her arms become light weight, as if she gotten stronger. “Please brace yourself,” she softly said as she strained to pull the wooden pillar off as she lifted it an inch off of her. The villager, now being known as a woman, made a small cry. With great strain, even with the strength of a bull, it took a blood curling minute to finally remove it. The woman’s legs were bleeding, but luckily she looked as if she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. If it had been if she was this cruel being, or beings target; there would be worse wounds. “Who did this to you?” Yumi asked as she crouched down next to her, and cast heal. The woman’s legs were not broken, which meant all Yumi had to worry about was the bleeding. Most of the wounds were patched up, and the blood slowly stopped.

“Chaos,” the woman said, as she reached with one hand to try and touch Yumi’s face. But suddenly she felt limb, and passed out.

A few guards were running back and forth, and finally one spotted the two. “Please take her.” Yumi said to a guard. The half-bred stood up, and looked to where loud nosies of battle were coming from. “By powers of life, and nature, I shall protect you.” Yumi said, half talking to the guard, and half talking to herself. And she started to make her way towards the loud sounds of war.

The goddess had given her a direct order. Such an order to assist Tithdaeron meant that she would have to burn Lomedor to the ground. That was simple. Killing its defenders was not. Pepper galloped up the hill, the horse slightly fearful of it's rider. At first she had shied away, nearly killing Charlotte in a very familiar warhorse kick. But now the horse had accepted her master's new scent. The scent of Chaos. The Princess Of Chaos, oh how she loathed the fitting title, dismounted her horse just within sight of the battle. Her armor gave her an almost masculine air, and she gave a wicked smile beneath the helm. She flicked the zweihender from Pepper's saddle, and she whistled to the horse. Automatically, the horse turned and trotted home.

Charlotte simply strode to the battle. At this point it was in it's beginning, and the powerful magicks lashing the sky had only started. The Princess immediatly felt the presence of the Prince, and this allowed her no small glee. He was her counterpart, and why she was chosen. Together, Tithdearon could leech her potent but unusable magical abilities, and she could hack and hew at her enemies without worry. Her footfalls became closer spaced as she dashed down the hill. Her zweihender followed her, held out in one hand. The walls were deserted, all the more perfect for her plan. Her dash increased in speed, until it seemed inhuman, and she jumped. Three hundred feet away from Lomedor's wall.

Her great wings spread at the apex of her jump, and she dived at Lomedor. The dive was shallow, but thanks to the fact she was coming off of some rather high hills, it would reach Lomedor with some good height left still. As she narrowly crossed the wall, almost skimming the battlements, she changed direction. The prince. She could see him now, and she could sense him strongly. The chaos that she now loved so much coursed through this place as though it was a living thing.

The unfortunate Lomedor 117th guard platoon dashed through the city streets once more, ready to reinforce Sir Caius's forces. Their commander, Jorry Smorkov was legendary within the city, for killing demon after demon. He felt that similar presence, just as it landed in front of him. He skidded to a halt, observing the strange figure. It was female, but there was something else. Then he noted that she was goddess blessed, and the goddess he hated almost as much as he hated Raku. She nearly skipped forwards as he gave the order to charge her.

Martin came first, and he raised his blade. As her zweihender slipped by it and sliced his neck open, and took his arm off near the shoulder. Lightning arced through the air, as it was joined by far more chaotic energies from her gauntlets. For the first time in his life, Jorry paused. Karmel, who was guarding from an impending strike, was shivering. Her blade hit his, and simply knocked it aside. He screamed as he fell, his gut sliced open. That wretched blade continued it's work, spearing Forzi, decapitating Meko, and simply gutting Sork. He stared as the ground became blood soaked, and she seemingly weaved in and out of attacks like she had forsaw the battle. Suddenly she stopped, and simply stared at him.

Jorry stared back, and dashed forwards. His great sword came up, it's holy energies swirling. Her sword came forwards, and she took a defensive stance. He attacked vertically at first, and his blade met hers. The lightning, with it's swirls, suddenly moved as though it had purpose. It streaked down his own blade, and into his arms. He screamed in pain as it paralyzed his arms, she knocked his blade aside with a gauntlet. She idly strode forwards as his paralysis ended, and she gave him a nod. With a whisper, she told him of his greatness, and how it had failed him today. A foot long blade flicked out from her right gaunlet, and it drove into his skull as he stood rigid.

The demon slayer fell like the rest of his men, but he had been tougher, she had to admit. The blade would have risked seriously wounding her. His men had no chance, Charlotte's new found power was far more than them. She turned, and dashed down the street to find the Prince engaging something that appeared to be an archangel.

"Prince of Chaos! I've come to assist, as the Princess of Chaos, newly risen! Tell me where my blade would be needed most!" Charlotte cried out to him. She was unrecognizable beneath this armor, and she knew it. Her wings were hidden once more, and she simply stared at the carnage. Oh, today was a good day!

In the shadows near the Syndicate stood a figure clade in dark blue garments. It was unusual for him to be here, because for quite some time he had taken a leave of this town. His eyes, which were as blue as the sky under the sun's rays, looked on at the ensuing chaos. He took great care to stay out of the fire of the showering meteors. He stood against the side of a building, knowing that soon those people of chaos would be drawing near. And yet, they may not, for Navinian noticed that others had arrived to defend the city. These people were more than just any ordinary soldiers or warriors. They were strong, but one figure in particular caught his eye.

Glowing brightly, a winged figure was descending quickly from the clouds. Instantly, Navinian recognized this person, and it was as if a terrible beast had been unleashed within him, and a strange, angry sensation rose within his stomach. His eyes thinned so much that they nearly closed, and his hand reached for the hilt of his sword. He stepped away from the building, for he wanted to have a better look. The one who Navinian thought was his brother, Avennian, was here. What he would give to be right behind the holy elf right now! It made him angry, and so he stepped away.

First, his attention was drawn to the one that was attacking the Syndicate. Navinian had been careful to stay out of the crossfire, but he had two mission on this night, and consequently two people to kill. The first would be this mage, and Navinian made this clear as he ran with great speed in the direction of the mage. He said nothing, but merely kept his focus. As he neared, he drew his sword to prepare for an attack, and he was careful to keep watch of the mage's hands, for deadly things were known to come from them.

Caius shook his head and looked at the dwarf. “The main gate is lost, there is nothing I can do about that.” Caius said. “My men are pulling back to the center of the city where they stand a better chance. When we gain some momentum I’ll retake the gates.”
Before he could continue a runner dashed up towards Caius. “My lord sir the entire 117th was engaged by the princesses of chaos sir.”
“Where?” Caius demand
“2 clicks south of the square towards the main gate.”
“If you’ll excuse me Sraxen I have a chaos spawn to kill.” He turned to his men. “Alright 3rd division on me. The rest of you hold the line till I return.”
His men followed behind him. As they proceeded towards the last known location of the 117th the crowds grew thin. It soon almost became deserted; the civilians must have evacuated the area. He motioned his hand for his men to stop and the flagged down a corporal. “Wait for my signal.” He said. The last known location of the 117th was up ahead.
"This ain't a good Idea sir, I mean we won't get our retirement-" The Corporal was cut off by Caius.
"No corporal we won't get our pensions if we kick the bucket."
Caius moved down the street by himself leaving his men behind. As he came around the corner he saw the 117th being slaughtered by Charlotte. He just stood there, speechless.
He looked behind him down the street to see one of his men peeking around the corner a shocked look on his face as well. The man waited a reaction from Caius
He turned back and picked up a crossbow loaded with a single broad head arrow. The archer had been slain before he could get his shot off. As he turned his attention back towards Charlotte he watched as she slew Jorry Smorkov. He froze. His brain scrambled, that was one of the better men in the city guard. She took them all out unharmed. Before he could move she dashed off. He looked back towards 3rd division. Some of the men were shocked to see Caius just standing there. “Get it together Caius.” He said to himself. He took off after Charlotte chasing her down the street. She stopped and called to Tith. "Prince of Chaos! I've come to assist, as the Princess of Chaos, newly risen! Tell me where my blade would be needed most!"
He moved up behind her slowly, pointing the crossbow towards her spine. He had a clear shot and was less than three feet away. “Hey princess of chaos, dodge this.” And before she turned he fired the crossbow.

Having returned to the city before the sun had come above the horizon, Shar'si was far from the entrance to the hall of the Syndicate. In fact, she was far from a fully concious state also, seeing as she had taken the moring to contemplate her recent activities, and as such was in a deep state of meditation. When the first noises had slipped into her mind, they were brushed off as simple interruptions, or even answers to her own inner thoughts. It wasn't until she heard a flurry of voices breaking into the silence that she realized there was something far greater occurring, and that she needed to join her brothers and sisters. Her mind was rested, her body as well, which at least meant she'd be prepared to deal with whatever threat had come to the hall, or so she believed. All about, the many mercenaries of the Syndicate were hustling and hurrying, attempting to muster up the force which would be needed to defend their hall. The shouts and cries caused Shar'si to realize that this must be more than the usual random person who had come to the hall seeking some petty form of revenge. "BROTHERS, SISTERS, come... we must fight, our hall cannot be allowed to fall!" Sounds of large objects pelting the hall brought distress amongst all present, causing Shar'si to break into a run towards the entrance way.

Seeing what was now in full swing outside of the hall, Shar'si summoned elemental magics about her, her skin taking on a bark-like texture, her fists becoming much like stone. She couldn't quite believe what she saw, as meteors were pelting the outer walls of the Syndicate's domain, her eyes quickly searching for the source of such magic. It chilled Shar'si greatly to know that someone would use nature magic against a gathering of neutral followers, oh how she hoped Liara would put and end to this. A man came into view, one who had a presence about him that stated his intentions were not quite good. Shar'si charged from the hall, and though her movements were slowed slightly by the bark-like nature magic which surrounded her, she pressed ahead to challenge this destroyer. Stoney fists were lifted as Shar'si presented herself to the caster of meteors, and though she had no wish to bring harm to another living being, she would do so if it meant defending her home. "Stop this madness, free yourself from chaos' grasp, else you make yourself a target!"

Her hope beyond hope was that one of the greater beings of chaos had spread their madness over the citizens of Lómëdor, causing them to attack their own city and bring harm to her people. The sounds of pain and the dying were all about, as if the entire city had been plunged straight into war, and beyond this man, Shar'si could see the wounded lying about, including the very defenders of Lómëdor. It was almost as if Chaos herself had come to Lómëdor and vowed to see it destroyed. A silent prayer was spoken by the elemental mage as she hoped for the Goddess of Life to make her presence known and aid in putting an end to the chaotic madness.

The summoning of the earthquake left the puppet boy’s magic “spirit” almost completely depleted. He stared through the smoke at a beam of something boiling with heat. It was hard to tell what it was, but he knew it was headed right for him. He also knew he was powerless to stop it. He held his hands up bracing himself for the worst.

Suddenly the earth shifted beneath him. He fell onto his back as the ground he was standing on sank sending another plate of rock upward in front of him. The heat blast hit the rock with a tremendous force causing it to shatter. Willow found himself trapped underneath the falling rock.

Willow’s beaten body was covered in bruises, cuts, and sap, but at least he was still alive. Feeling spent and useless he knew he needed a second wind to help him, something that would give him a power boost. He had no magic that could help, but he reached into a pouch slung across his back and pulled out a vial with a frosty green liquid in it.

He quickly threw the potion down his throat. The potion tasted downright nasty, but the puppet was able to keep it down due to sheer will. Although the drink may have been cold, Willow was filled with a warm sensation as soon as it had hit his stomach.

The comfort of the warmth was only the calm before the storm, however. He started to shout and shake violently as his legs grew long and thick. His arms widened as the wood turned hardened. Grass grew wildly on his head covering his fake hair. Vines with little yellow flowers twisted up and down his body.

Suddenly the screaming stopped and his eyes opened. Instead of a puppet there was what looked like a small ent of about six feet in height lying on the ground. The only thing that the puppet and ent like creature had in common, other than both being made of wood, was the same button eyes.

The creature grabbed his butterfly halberd that was lying next to him as he stood up. He scanned the skies looking for the being that had attacked him. He saw that the being had gained a pair of wings, something he was quite sure weren’t there before.

“Very well,” he chuckled rummaging through the pouch again, “I will have wings too.”

He pulled out another vile. This one had a light blue shimmer to it. Once again he threw the liquid down his throat. This time there was no foul taste or torturing pain. He merely felt a tinkling sensation as two wings sprouted from his back also cover in vines with white flowers on them.

He then flew at the creature with his strength returned. “How do you like me now?” he laughed as he soared up out of the smoke that was still covering the ground. He pulled his special axe back as he charged the winged being. “Kodak, come!” he commanded to his dragon that had taken flight a while earlier and been circling the field of combat.

Kodak soared out at of the skies with a thunderous roar. He quickly fell into position behind Willow as the flying foe and his own dragon. The winged tree swung his halberd forward as he became in attacking distance from the chaotic creature. At the same time his dragon let loose a breathe of smog aimed for the chaos being’s dragon.

A slight plink attracted Charlotte's attention. And the voice that told her to dodge this. Dodge what? An impact to her shield explained immediatly. Charlotte couldn't use her blade efficiently with a shield on her arm, so she had strapped it to her back, and thus it protected the space where her wings would be. If they hadn't been hidden, of course. Thus, a broad headed arrow, loaded onto a crossbow for some twisted reason, simply deflected off. Charlotte's lips twisted into a sadistic grin as she realized what had happened. She twisted around to face him, all of her features except glowing red eyes hidden below the helm.

"Mortal. Try not to die too fast. I do like my fun." Charlotte explained, almost sweetly. If not for the torrents of sadism running through her voice. The great blade of Bloody Lightning came forwards, as Charlotte memorized the positions of all of her targets. The 3rd was coming up behind him, so Charlotte didn't have very much time. The blade turned into a blur, barely visible in her hands. It's six foot length became a chaotic swirl of lightning, and Charlotte began her attack.

She brought the blade back horizontally, and jumped back. The blade followed this movement in a long blur, and Charlotte came to a quick halt. Even the blood on the ground wasn't going to cause her to slip embarassingly. She thanked Ita for the ingenious boots, and swung. The blade swung forwards, and the four foot gap between Charlotte and Caius wasn't going to save him. The long silver blur slipped by Caius, and Charlotte failed to check whether she had hit or not. The demonness jumped back yet again, and adjusted her stance to one that was defensive. The men of the 3rd looked delightfully ready to be slaughtered. Heroic looks on their faces, a heroic battle cry in the air, and a heroic arrogance feeding from them. Charlotte could smell it, it was so thick.

They would all die on this day. Charlotte would make certain of it, even though she had no supporting troops of her own. They were still training. Their footsteps came closer and closer, like a thunder cloud whipping through the sky driven by the winds. Their blood would stain the streets, and hopefully for a long time to come. It was unlikely for Lomedor to simply bounce back from a blow such as this.

Tithdaeron had heard Charlotte, but was at present unable to acknowledge her presence. She would get over it, and no doubt find something to do until he could properly welcome her. In the mean-time, he had a chunk of living wood to take care of. Speeding through the air, the Chaos Elemental grew more frenzied with every passing moment that he was not causing destruction. That was fine, for someone's life would end or be marred very soon. The puppet could be seen losing his strength, but then, it produced a vial and drunk it fast and hard apparentely having trouble keeping it down. Some sort of potion designed to revitalize no doubt, the puppet regained balance and the will to live, and then... Sprouted wings? How odd!

Nevertheless, Tithdaeron would destroy the puppet for interupting his mission. The chaos that was simply beaming from the broken, shattered face of Lomedor fed him further on. If not for that, he might have lost the ability to fight magically a while ago. The puppet took to flight, drew a halberd, and then... summoned a dragon. A pity that Tithdaeron had no flying beast with which to occupy it. Coursing through the empty space, the Chaos Elemental concentrated immensely on the task at hand. Lately, he had developed a Psionic ability and found it allowed him to concentrate on spell casting in a precise manner. The dragon opened its mouth to attack, and smog started to pour forth from its mouth. This meant trouble, as the poisonous cloud would no doubt be hard to avoid.

He reasoned it was inavoidable, and so, concentrating on the dragon itself, invaded its simple mind and confused it. The dragon roared with frustration as it lost competency as to what was happening, and who or what were its freinds and foes. The closest thing to attack, of course, was the puppet, and so the dragon began to close in on its master.

The smog cloud took its toll, and quickly its poison wreaked havoc on Tithdaeron's body. It was very painful, but only provided him with more drive to destroy the puppet. The Bloodstone Amluet, safely hidden away under his Rune Armor, activated, and coursed dark energy throughout his body to slow the effects. It would not do forever.

Things were not looking to good for Zenith. Three balls of fire and an attack from Tithdaerons Chaos Beast. The good thing for Zenith was that these attacks were sent to him while in the air. So as the attacks drew closer Zenith tucked in his wings and began to fall to the ground. It happens he had done this just in time as a Magic Missile blast had been sent towards his back. All three of the attacks meant for Zenith hit each other and caused a small shockwave to spread through the area. He was very luckily indead to have missed the last attack.

The shockwave seemed to break the glass of a few window but did not do much damage. Zenith then seen the one that had attacked him with the Magic Missile. So Umbra wanted to take Zenith on in battle, well that would be fun to say the least. His eyes moved away from Umbra as Zenith looked into the burning night air and said "TELSOR... STRIKE NOW!!!" With this said the large Plasma Dragon once again shot out from the darkness but this time headed towards Umbra. Drawing closer to Umbra, Telsor let a wave of Magma to flow from his large maw and head towards her.

Zenith was going to battle Umbra, but he had felt a much more dangerous power now within the battle. A power near that, if not then greater than that of Tithdaerons had arrived and looking towards where he felt the Evil he seen a female fighting with Sir Caius Lucius. This was not good for Caius as he was out-matched against this female who seemed to be now wearing a full Bloodshed Set of armour and weilding a large powerfull blade. With Salvation and Redemption in his grasp Zenith took off towards the woman of Chaos. He would aid Caius in this battle even if he thought he did not need it. For Zenith knew in the end the man would need some help, more so since he was fighting someone fully blessed by Ita.

This would be a battle to remember, a set of Armour blessed by the Goddess of Chaos Ita, against a set of Armour blessed by the Goddess of Life Lothlómendil. All was going to become havoc in this battle, but Zenith would hold his own and defend the best he could. Usualy he would be confident in a battle, but he had never faced someone in bloodshed armour before, let alone this woman in a set of Bloodshed Armour and her large mighty blade. Zenith could only hope the weapons he had would be enough to hold up against this "Princess of Chaos" As she now called herself.

Now within distance Zenith said out "Follower of Chaos, I shall be the one you face. Leave the other be. I will be more than a match for you. Face me or you shall never know if you can battle someone covered and protected by the power of Lothlómendil!" He softly landed onto the ground near her ready for the battle. His grip upon his blade becoming tighter as Zenith said "I shall use no spells in our battle, that shall be the first thing I grant you. Now let us have a true battle." Zenith moved his footing after saying this to get better grip in the dirt as he awaited the reply of Charlotte.

Charlotte's blade passed by Caius with blinding speed, he did not even have any time to move. Caius looked down on the ground. "Thats not your blood..." It took him a while to say it. Most likely the electricty from the stike had causes the nerves in his brain to kind of pop or surge leaving him stunned and shocked for a few moments. He felt like he was frozen and by the time he brought his right hand up and looked at it, a few seconds had passed. Oh ya it was his blood. The first thought to enter his brain when he looked at his hand was that it was the wrong color. It did not hit him until the wave of dizziness set in and he fell over on his back, that he had been hit really good, and when he looked down he realized it was critical. The edges of his vision blurred red and his ears were ringing so loudly he believed he lost his hearing. His eyes floated around in their sockets as he had lost complete control of his senses.
Third division came around the corner and they were half stunned to see Caius drop like a rock. "We need a medic!" one of the corporals shouted.
Caius did his best to keep a hold on reality. "Stay back! Sta-" He said trying to get up but falling down again.
Before some men could charge fowards a captain put his longsword infornt of them blocking their way. "Hold position! you have your orders!" he said.
"He looks really bad!" a corporal shouted.
"He has been hit by a lightning attack and by the looks of it a simple heal spell is not gonna make him any better." the captain said in return.
When Zenith came down to engage Charlotte moments later, the corporal and the captain charged forward and grabbed him by his cloak and drug him back to the men of third division.
"Get him some cold water." The captain shouted. "Hold position and spread out in a basic square formation!"
Caius had gone pale and he began to heave up some blood out of his mouth.
"Get me out of here..." He finally managed to say.
"Were working on that right now." The captain assured.

Willow stopped his attack mid-stride. His mind had felt a shift in his dragon’s thinking. He knew that for a great beast like Kodak to shift his way of thinking during the middle of battle could only be caused by foul play.

He quickly teleported right behind the behemoth as a long black tail swished through the nothingness were he had just been. He knew his friend well, and knew exactly where to hit him in order to knock him out cold. There was a weak spot between to spikes along the back of his neck. The problem was of course striking a dragon. It is not an easy task.

Willow had hoped his quick movements would allow him a free shot at his friend, but the dragon was quick to catch on. As soon as the wooded warrior reappeared there was a large claw headed in his direction. He had to react quickly once more. If his reflexes were a second off it would have meant his life.

Luckily he got his halberd in front of his body just in time to block the full impact of the blow. The strength was still enough to knock him back though, and by the time he had recovered the beast was flapping his wings and charging toward him. Willow did nothing but look at him as he drew closer. He did not raise a hand in defense, or even begin to gather “magic spirit.” Although, for anyone with a well-trained eye, it was easy to see his intentions.

In one hand he gripped the butterfly halberd, but what about his free hand? It was hard to see what he held in it. In fact, one might think it was simply balled into a fist. In reality he held in his hand a tiny blue bottle with a strange concoction that could prove quite devastating.

Tithdaeron stopped ihs charge temporarily, seeing that his attempt at turning the dragon against the puppet worked. Why expend any unecesary energy at this point? Watch the fireworks! The dragon first went after the puppet from behind, although somehow it was aware of the change of heart. Avoiding the dragons first attack, it seemed that the wooden fool would try to take out the dragon on his own. Not a good idea, considering he likely was not strong enough to even break the skin without the aid of magic. That, and, it was just as easy that if the puppe could anticipate the dragons moves, so would the dragon anticipate the puppets.

So, the two went at it, and it seemed that the dragon was continually winning the fight. The puppet was now beat down with a halberd and nothing else. Clearly it was drained, or at least too panicked or distracted, to cast any spells at the moment. So what would the puppet do?

Perhaps it had accepted its fate. Tithdaeron watched with grim curiosity, flaping his wings lazily to keep his curent altitude while fire continued to rain down upon Lomedor.

Then, something caught his eye. One of the passing fireballs light up the area around the puppets hand, and something there glistened. Curious ever more, Tithdaeron focused his eyes on the object. It was a potion, and that puppet was going to use it for something. Immediatly on the defensive, Tithdaeron tapped into his Will of Chaos. A roar of blue flame came to life at his feet and moved up to cover every inch of his body. Thi would effectively make him nigh untouchable, and reduce the damage of attacks somewhat. Especially lawful attacks. Lucky thing he decided to bring along his Rune Armor as well, which was concealed under the Cloak of Disorder.