((AS with the seige, this is an open topic to anyone who would dare. The more the merrier! However thats spelled...))

Tithdaeron entered the village, disguised as a normal townsperson. The simple cloth shirt and pants, which cleverly hid a rune mail armorment. The Cloak of Disorder was not worn, as Tithdaeron did not expect he would need it. Striding next to him was his ever faithful lupine follower, Eris. Her white fur bristled as people eyed her, threatening their demise if any cross was made against her path. That would happen many a time in the not so far future. Pandora, the Chaos Beast, was hiding in the outskirts of town. She could not be so easily explained away to the townsfolk, and so waited for a signal from her counterpart. Tithdaeron's firy eyes examined the near perfect order of the quaint little village. Such a peaceful place. What fun times would be had changing that.

The plan was clear. Create a ruse to attract the first victim, and move on from their. When defenders arrive, Pandora would jump into the fray as well. The lupine and chaos elemental went into an alley to begin it all. "Agh! Help! Its gone crazy!" shouted Tithdaeron, in his villager's voice, at the top of his lungs in the most blood-curdling cry he could muster. Which was awfully authentic, considering how many he had heard himself. Eris began the show be pretending to bite and thrash at Tithdaeron as the random villager. Sure enough, when someone came around they saw and called for help. Four more men appeared and charged the lupine that seemed to be trying to eat the poor man.

When they got close, they through Eris off of Tithdaeron. Eris allowed them to, while growling frustratedly. She jumped on one of the four and bit through his throat, peircing the jugular and bathing her face and the sides of the alley with fresh blood. One other man tried to aid the attacked one, while the remaining two went to minister to Tithdaeron's fake wounds. He had shapeshifted them onto himself. When one got close, Tithdaeron beckoned him closer. When the man leaned in to listen, his heart was run through by the katar on the Chaos Elemental's left hand. The man yelped in pain, and then slumped over. The last man was riddled with a spray of red chaotic energy, very similar to a shotgun blast, blowing his flesh to peices and killing nearly instantly.

Eris had finished ripping the bowels of the last of the four out of his body, and spit them out angrily. More people heard the comotion and came to investigate. When they saw the scene, women screamed in horror, men shouted, and children ran. The seemingly average villager was now a rather muscular, evil looking man with expensive looking armor. And he seemed rather mad. A blue orb was furnished in the mans hands, which lightly floated to the ground in front ot them. There was nothing for some time, and then, the ground split wide open. Many fell in and were engulfed, and soon lava sprouted up and burnt down all it touched while slowly spreading from its epicenter.

Samarin lay flat on mutts back. Holding on he gritted his teath. He wore his armour. As strong as steel and as light as wood. It was stained a darkn red and fixed to the breast plate a chaos catcher stood. Its twisted cloth and ornimats looked out of place on the clean armour but none the less it was esentail. He would stop tithdaaron. He would do it alone. Or he would do it with every one else by his side.

Mutt dropped down and circled high above the town. On the edge he could see a massive form. It must have been one of his minions. Mutt would deal with it. But right now he needed to get down there. Mutt circled lower, his shadow casting his definte image on the dirt roads and roofs. It landed down the street and samarin slid off. He prepaired himself for the battle ahead. "Go mutt, stop his minion, you saw where it was" Mutt pushed off and took the the air once more. He flapped his huge wings and headed for the beast on the edge of town.

He watched in horror as lava spilled from a crack that was no doubt created by the chaos elemental. He was apalled to see the earth used this way. He would stop it. He ran down the street, againced the flow of people. But the sight of Samarin fully furnished for battle led them to part for him. His sword burned bright at his side. His stave clung to his back as was his sheild. He would put an end to it. He made a complex geusture with his hands and earth rose up around the lava, blocking it. The lava stopped, it was building up but he could turn is atention to that soon enough. He could close up the crack later. Right now he had to deal with one of the most powerfull mortals in arda. It was a good job he was immortal. He raised a hand to tithdaeron.

"This stops here. You will leave now or not at all. And with that he braught his hand down. From the sky a pillar of flames burning hot and strong fell. It rushed towards the ground eager to meet it, and the chaos elemental standing below it. He knew it would not stop him. It was going to be a long battle. He would have to wait for any one esle who would carry on thidaerons attack, or those who would defend againced it. What ever was to happen he was ready.

It had been a relatively nice day, good weather and an easy path. Her wander lust had taken over again, and the grounds at the Syndicate seemed to shrink. Grabbing her staff, she had headed out, not really to anywhere specific. She hadn't been gone for long, but it had already improved her mood immensely. A smile spread across her delicate face. She hummed a lively tune, watching the birds as she made her way to a nearby town.

The birds were the first thing she noticed. At first, they had been dancing in the air, as happy as she was. All the sudden, she noticed them start to stream away from the direction she was heading. As she stopped humming, she heard the faint screams up ahead. Her eyes widened as she paled (if that is possible for an elf); she was not the greatest fighter ever, but she could not ignore the cries of the village. Picking up her linen skirts, she began to run as quickly as a girl in skirts carrying a large staff can.

As she got closer, the screams only increased, egging her on. Finally, she came to where the sound seemed to be loudest. A man she did not recognize stood beside a crater full of lava, and another man who she recognized from the Syndicate as Samarin seemed to be calling fire from the heavens down onto him. Not wanting to disturb the two fighters, she quietly began to sing her song staff held out in front of her with both hands. It required low notes that she rarely hit, its words were harsh, a rumble from her chest. The air in front of her seemed to waver for a moment, and as she watched a figure much larger than herself began to appear, almost building itself from the ground up. It gleamed in the light of the streaming fire, being completely made of a strong metal.

Quickly, for its all its mass, it began to carefully pick up armfuls of villagers in its arms, moving them away from danger, starting with those closet to the crevice and working its way out. As if it had a mind of its own, it was careful not to touch the lava itself lest it should melt. Vianca watched its movements only for a moment before turning back to the battle at hand, waiting to see if there was some way in which she might help.

This is no good... no good at all...

Famine had nothing, or atleast, close to nothing. A pair of two's, which were almost meaningless. His eyes shifted upward, first peering at the table, which had a small pile of golden trinkets, coins, and other various things the two men and demon used to gamble with, then to the two men that sat across from him. The men smiled triumphantly. Famine knew that they had good hands, he can tell when they're bluffing. The thought of losing was sickening to the demon, of course everything they had been gambling with was stolen one way or another, but the material possessions were of little importance to the three. This was a matter of pride. Famine would not be defeated by his two minions at a game of poker! It was unfathomable to him. And a chance at beating their master at any sort of game sounded appealing to them.

He held in his anger. Theres only one way out of this... Famine thought. That one way, was bluffing. Deceit was Famine's specialty, and good thing for him, his hood cast a shadow over his entire head, giving him the ultimate poker face. "Well boys, its now or never. Let's see whatcha got!" The demon said. But just as one of them was about to lay his cards on the table, a blood-curdling scream broke the silence of the tavern. Perfect timing! He thought. If there was ever a time Famine would act as a good guy, it would be as an excuse to get out of a game of poker. The demon rose from his chair, the two men following, cursing as they stood up. Grasping his spear, which had been leaning against the table, Famine emerged from the tavern.

Famine entered at quite a confusing time. His eyes looked around frantically, taking in all the details. "Well, it would seem as though we have a killing-spree to join in on!" The demon said gleefully. The two men gave a mere nod in response. They were not in for the joy of killing, but merely the loot. But Famine did not care, he searched for his first victom. The most noticable of all things was a golem, carrying away the townsfolk from the blood bath. The Rauko would not have this. Tightening his grip on his spear, he sought out the creator of the golem, his two minions following. Atlast, Famine found what he thought was the source of the golem's creation. A woman. He spat on the ground. "It would be wisest for you to run as the majority of this town has, woman." His words were not of warning though. Famine would still attack her even if she decided to run at this point. He held his spear up, readying himself to attack.

((Ack, not the greatest of posts, but the best I could come up with.))

Shadow entered Estolad once again. "It has been so long since I fought that half demon here and put that hole in the ground." He walked down the street. While walking down the street he had heard all the chaos going on and people screaming as well as running about the town. "Oh not again. This is the third time I have come here and this town being under attack." Shadow had pulled out his scimtir and fantasy sword, and headed into battle.

Shadow ran down the street and headed to an ally to cut through to reach the center of the Estolad when he noticed two other people standing there. Shadow had ended up behind a robed figure. "Hi there, is it time to have some fun yet?" Shadow had held up his swords and was ready for an attack. Shadow stood there waiting for something to happen and while waiting he cast his blade setinal spell to defend himself from behind.

As he was standing he sensed someone else coming from behind him but wasn't sure who. Once the figure arrived he couldn't really make out who it was and wether or not it was a good guy or a bad guy.

Time moved in slow motion, or so it seemed. She had been there for mere moments, but it felt like hours had passed with little progress. Until another entity entered the scene.

Vianca had been so enthralled in what was before her that she forgot to pay attention to what was going on behind her. Of course, if she could stumble upon the scene to help out, it only made sense that someone of a less desireable nature could enter into the chaos as well. If she had the time, she would have scolded herself for such stupidity, but as she turned around at the voice that sent chills down her spine, she found herself face to face with a spear.

As he spoke to her, she noticed the red glow of his eyes, and she knew even as he spoke that running would be useless. The face before her was not one of mercy; it was the face of one who would slash down any who were before him. In that moment all hope fled from her, she could of course call over her golem. However, he was currently surrounded by a throng of villagers, and any quick movement on his part would more than likely end in the death of some villager that got in his way. No, it was up to her. Bringing her staff around, she situated herself into the best defensive position she knew, which wasn't saying much. She was an archer, not a staff fighter.

Keeping her voice as level as she possibly could, she smiled at him. "Would it really matter either way?"

As a mage, this was the last thing that she wanted. It was why she usually stayed in the background and worked, but no, she had decided to wade into the middle of everything.

As she looked at him, she couldn't help but wish that she had gone home before this point came. So many things she could have done differently that would have taken her away from this moment. If only, she did not care for people, if only she had learned to fight instead of focusing on summoning, but at this point, it was a little too late for regrets and what ifs. With a last sigh and a single glance to the ground, she said a silent prayer to Threnody that her life would balance out in good deeds against bad.

"I suppose we should go ahead and get this over with." She looked up at him again, eyes hard as fate seemed to stare back at her. "Whenever you are ready..."

She had no unreasonable thoughts of victory, her time had come and she was completely at peace with that fact. She had lived a long life. If the gods had some greater purpose for her still, then perhaps there would be some sort of miracle. As it stood, she had met her death.

It feels good to be back.

It had been months and Rye missed the small village he called home. His small cottage still sat on the outskirts of town and the air was clean and pure, just as he remembered it to be. His silver hair shimmered in the sunlight as he walked, smiling as he remembered what great times he had when he was a child. He walked past a small chapel and remembered going there to pray with his mother and father once every week.

I would never have guessed home could be so sweet.

Ever since a messenger came knocking on his front door in the middle of the night, his life had been hectic. He was sent by the Keepers of the sacred dead to ask Rye if he wanted to join the order. He gave Rye a letter from Avennian and the location to there base of operations and disappeared into the darkness. After much thought, Rye set out to the Erod Annon mountain range. A few months later Rye was a fully-fledged Keeper, sworn to the ideals of holiness.

It was a very mild day. Flowers blossomed and bees buzzed for it was the beginning of spring. Rye looked at the clear sky and took a glance at the sun. It was midday and Ryes stomach churned. He realized he hadn't eaten all day so he decided to get some food from the local trader. He was a friendly man and Rye had a few conversations with him but he might have been a bit curious as to why Rye ran off so suddenly.

Rye started towards the centre of town. The crowds became bigger as he proceeded towards the busiest area of the entire village during the busiest time of the day. It was nowhere near as busy as Lomedor but Rye thought it was quite congested.

"Agh! Help! It’s gone crazy!"

Rye turned as he heard a man scream. The voice came from around the corner and Rye had no choice but to see what was wrong. He walked as fast as his old bones could carry him towards the commotion, using his staff for stability. The voice was further away from Rye as he thought, but eventually he turned the corner. However, what he saw was not what he expected to see. Five men lay dead, a lupine feasting on there insides. However, Rye sensed evil within the man standing over the animal, his armour strong and powerful swords attached to his belt.

"Tithdaeron."

Rye had heard of the chaos elemental many times before. He had killed many innocent people and no one but the gods were strong enough to stop him. He must have decided to come to this peaceful village and cause chaos and Rye knew he couldn't stop the monster by himself. People started running past Rye, wondering what all the fuss was about. A blue orb appeared in Tiths hand and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Run away! If you stay you will be slaughtered. There isn't much time, get out of here!"

None of them listened to Rye as he urged them to get away. He gave up and started to run away as fast as he could. The elemental was going to do something that would kill hundreds of people and Rye didn't want to watch. He had to get help from Avennian and the keepers for it was there only chance. Help was needed and fast.

The earth shook as a large crack appeared in the ground and lava spurted from the crevice. Many people fell into the giant gap and many more died from the smouldering lava. Rye tried to block out the screams of innocent civilians but he couldn't. He ran into a nearby alleyway and lent against a wall. He was out of breath as he puffed, air seeping into his lungs.

"Avennian, help these people survive. You must come for it is our only..."

Rye started shaking as he slumped to the ground. His wooden staff fell to the ground next to him as he struggled to breath. Tears streamed from his eyes as he tried to stay conscious but it did not work. He passed out on the stone, his head hitting the hard ground like a hammer. The Keepers had to answer his call, it was Estolads only hope.

(OOC: I'll ask the Keepers to join the quest, It'll be great ^_^ )

(I have no clue what is happening so I'll just post)

Blade was walking towards estoland as he was going to expect it to be nice and peaceful. but when the village came into veiw, there was only utter distruction. he ran forwards with his dagger and his sword out and lit on fire and tried to find out who was causing the chaos. wehn he had turned a corner, he saw what caused the chaos. Tithdaeron had killed inoccent people. he yelled, "The man of devil! come out where ever you are and face me before you make me kill you the hard way!!!"

His armour clashed together as he walked, his boots sunk into the dry and grassy ground with every step he took. Two bright red eyes glowed from within the ivory horned helmet he wore, and if anyone was to get close enough to see, the would spot two large nostrils inflating and deflating slowly. As Dengar walked he breathed deeply, grunting occasionally, his war boots slamming into the ground as he trod which caused small cracks appear in the ground, which also spewed lava. The civilians were running away from all of the chaos and instead heading towards a fate even worse; Dengar.

He was glad he had been told that there was to be a grand massacre at Estolad, as he hadn't had a proper battle for a long time (Excluding the ongoing war of course). He was dressed appropriately for the occasion, and adorned his full smiting gear. The Bloodshed armour set (Tailored to fit) was covering the Lizarians scaly body and a variety of weapons were dangling from his masterwork belt. He had brought his throwing axe, his blade of war and his trident was hanging from a strap on his back, so that he could easily whip it out if it was needed. In his hands however, he wielded a Dwarven War hammer which he hoped would squash several heads back into their necks.

The townsfolk obviously hadn't spotted Dengar slowly making his way towards the battle scene, because if they would have spotted him they would not continue running towards him. The screams where getting louder now, meaning that Dengar was getting closer. He lifted his War hammer to a striking position, so that if anyone where to spring out from an alleyway in an attempt to flee he could simply pound them back the way they came. People began to notice that they were running into a dead end as they glimpsed the 10ft tall Lizarian plodding towards them. The crowd dispersed to the left and right in an attempt to get out of harms way. Fools.

Dengar broke into a run which could only be compared to that of a Rhino. He stormed across the ground through the village, his head lowered in the hope that someone would get impaled on his ivory horns. A middle aged woman was slow to avoid and her side was split apart by a quick swipe from the guardian's helmet. A short scream and a short drop, then she was dead. Dengar continued his charge and headed directly towards a short, round man with a pitch fork. His legs were shaking like jelly and he was holding the pitch fork so loosely there was no point he was holding it at all. They were mere meters apart from each other, and the size difference between the two of them was rather intimidating. Dengar slammed his horns into the man's upper chest (that was about the lowest he could bend down to hit him), then stood to his full height with the man still squirming around on top of his head. He screeched out a ground-trembling war cry and then flung the poor man off of the blood splattered horn and into a small stall which had long been abandoned.

Dengar beat his chest like an animal, and then surveyed the unfolding battle scene. Samarin was there casting some kind of fire spell onto... Tithdaeron! He hoped that Tith would avoid the attack some way or another, but Dengar had no time to defend others. He pulled out his throwing axe and then muttered a small incantation in Qua'ek, which duplicated it. Smiling evilly, he threw both axes in the general direction of Samarin, in the hope that it would cause the fire spell to stop taking action. As far as he knew, Tith was an ally and needed to be helped.

For an occasion such as this Keroza had on all five pieces of the cdhaos armament set, helmet, gauntlets, breastplate, shin pads and the shield. He lacked the sword and his own one looked a little out of place but that didn't matter at all. He blocked the exit to the village. When Tithdearon cast a powerful spell causing lava to shoot up everywhere people panicked and began running everywhere, and didn't notice Keroza till it was too late.
"Sorry, but you're all staying for the fun!" he laughed and ran his blade through the nearest villager showing no signs of mercy. He laughed as they scattered falling into all kinds of chaos and disaster, Tithdaeron really was the prince of chaos, and Keroza admired him for that. He looked up and saw to his delight Famine himself joining in, but there were several fools who were trying to fight, Keroza's grip on his sword tightened.
"Fools," he muttered "they do not know what they are doing."
He charged forwards killing any straglers that got in his way. Keroza heard a yell from nearby.
"The man of devil! come out where ever you are and face me before you make me kill you the hard way!!!"
"Now, that sounds like an apt oppetunity," Keroza sneered "for me."
Black fire suddenly spread across Keroza's body, dark phoenix wings spread from his back and his yell of pain turned into a screech of a bird as he fully transformed into his shadow phoenix form. He flew towards the sound smashing through a small hut in the process and bringing it down in jet black flames, he turned back iinto his human form as he landed infront of the treacheru vampire blocking his path.
"If you stand to fight Tithdaeron himself then I should warn you that you're out of your leuge," Keroza said "I've been hunting you for a long time Blade, now I can destroy you and take one more soul for my dept"
Keroza's body was suddenly completely surrounded by black fire that spread across his arms and legs engulfing him completely.
"Take me on if you dare!" Keroza laughed.
He drew his sword back and swung at Blade hard.

It was nice to escape from busy cities for a change, Sakura was traveling to Estalod for a while to get some rest. Bieng one of the keepers was a little bit of a burden of responsabilityd for her. She looked up at the town from far off when she was traveling, but it wasn't what she expected to see. It was in chaos, Sakura's jaw dropped in horror. It looked like a large lava crack had appeared in the ground, there was a giant metal golem carrying villagers away from, it, a pillar of flame was streaking down from the sky, a huge Lizarian was charging down villagers, Famine was fighting an elf and a man surrounded by black fire was blocking people's exit for the village. Sakura was frozen by shock at this sight.
You gonna help or not? Raven said.
I don't know if I can Sakura replied but I'll do my best
Her wings unfolded from her back and she took off traveling as fast as she could towards the destruction, she landed in the streets.
"Run away! If you stay you will be slaughtered. There isn't much time, get out of here!"
"Ryu?"
"Avennian, help these people survive. You must come for it is our only..."
"Ryu!"
Sakura ran forwards as Ryu collapsed onto the ground in an alley, and Sakura was no good at healing.
"Oh no" she muttered "now what?"
Now you help Raven said.
Sakura reluctantly left the alleyway and glided past the golem landing by the crater full of lava.
"I just know I'm going to regret this" she said.
She raised her staff and cast it at the lava, the tip of it submerged slightly into it and began melting instantly.
"Come on," Sakura said "Wrol for me here"
She screwed up her eyes in concetration and eventually the lava began to freeze, slowlyh at first beacause of the heat but soon it spread getting fater and soon overwhelming the lava and turning it into ice. Sakura collapsed backwards from the effort. A purple flame ignited at the end of her staff and spread up it and engulfd her entire body, it cleared and Sakura had transformed into her chaos form, Raven.
"Now, it's time to see what advantages I have here"

"YOU."

Accompanied by two flashing lightning strikes, the furious figure of the Goddess of Chaos appeared behind the group of fighters. Her firey eyes briefly glanced at the massive amount of corpses, as well as the defenders each gathering around the alley in which the chaos elemental stood. Many things, however, were different about the goddess known by most of the many defenders and attackers. Her crimson red fur was pure fire. Her armor appeared as if it was made from hardened lava. Ita's claws, which were fastened in tight fists as she glared in Tithdaeron's direction, were long and made of crude metal. Red lightning poured out from her armor, ready to shock anyone and everyone who came near. Every tooth was shown in her parted jowls, which was only a part of the rage that was shown on her face. "YOU," she repeated in her usual booming voice. Ita lifted her left hand, and her index finger slowly slid from its position in her fist. She was pointing right at the chaos elemental. Her fury was so intense her arm shook very slightly. Within this short window of time four blades appeared floating in the air around her, along with a single translucent sword. In succession each one twirled in a ready position. Ita Kemensereg lowered her hand and slowly walked towards Dengar.

"No longer does he have divine favor, Dengar," Ita growled to him in the language of the Ainur, the gods and guardians, a tongue so complex only they are able to speak and understand it. She broke eye contact with the hulking lizarian and turned her head to Tithdaeron again. Her focus was unmatched. It was as if all others in the situation were faded from her sight. "and now I shall destroy the product of my folly. Do not defend him, comrade, but instead, slaughter him and his traitor familiars." After ordering her second-in-command to change his focus, Ita switched her choice of language back to the Common tongue. "This city will remain standing and populated. I will allow no one, not even my own creation, to create a massacre in the city the Blood Ravens get their supplies from. Commence your attack, Dengar." Ita herself would not enter the fray just yet, but she will. Oh yes, she will.

A fifty league march was not a good way to start someone's day, she had managed to get enough advanced warning that she didn't have to rush. Pepper gave a snort at her rider, and no doubt in some sort of insult towards the foot marching behind. The foot were all in roughly identical sets of armor, and marched almost perfectly in tune. Training would fix that all soon enough, of course. Behind them were the archers, behind the archers the components of the field hospital, and behind them were the cavalry.

"All those who stand with me today shall know that Tithdaeron has chosen to attack Estolad! Today's battle plan is to be simple. The infantry are to move into Estolad and evacuate the citizens, while the archers are to hold the area surrounding Estolad with the assistance of the cavalry! Field hospital is to set up in front of the hill that overlooks Estolad, and a detachment of thirty longbows are to defend them! Hospital, be prepared for civilian casualties today!" Charlotte shouted. The men gave a shout of approval, knowing their ladies plans to be efficient and get the job done. But today would be a problem, no doubt the ravens would be attacked by a few different factions in their evacuation. She glanced back to the men once more, and gave a nod.

"Try your best to avoid getting committed to a fight, we need to get the civilians out, and ascertain the situation. All you that can be spared from assisting the civilians are to keep the enemy's attention on you, and keep them away from the other elements of the foot!" Charlotte finished. The men all nodded somberly as they calculated what she had. Today was going to be a bloody day, since it wasn't the standard battle. The scouts weren't deployed since they already knew the situation, and Ita wasn't going to be alongside them. Was she already in the battle?

"Ita, we will be in the Estolad area shortly, are there any orders? The Ravens will be evacuating the civilians." Charlotte sent to her mother. Now that was wierd, she knew that they could read particularly strong emotions of the other. Ita was learning of Charlotte's more mortal feelings, while Charlotte was learning of how often her newfound mother thought about killing things. At least Charlotte knew that in a battle of telepathic annoyance, she would win. With that, they rounded the bend in the road, and found themselves facing the town.

"Remember the plan! All soldiers advance and act according to the plan unless my or Ita's direct orders say so!" Charlotte shouted. She barked an order to her horse in some odd, gruff language, and the two were charging far ahead of the infantry. It was a stupid move, unless you wanted all attention on yourself. The infantry swarmed into the city behind her as the calvalry and archers took the high ground. A few men of the cavalry split off into the city, no doubt Unol was one of them. It didn't matter much, as long as the full force of the calvalry remained on that hill.

The cries of her men began to fill the city as they hearded civilians out and up to the hills, and so were the cries of warfare. She could tell that someone was fighting Tithdaeron and his allies, but not who. Perhaps Ita would inform her. With that, Charlotte rounded the corner and into the main square. It was an absolute mess, so many people fighting. Charlotte dismounted Pepper as though there wasn't a battle before her. Her and went to her zweihender's scabbard, which she threw off with the simultaneous motion of pulling the hilt forward and pushing the scabbard off. With that, Ita's adopted daughter strode into battle, with the chaos of an evacuation in the background.

Samarin was consentraiting on casting the spell that all sences of the rest of the battle where lost to the mana being drained from him. But no matter how powerfull his spell would have been it did not conect. He had spent to long focusing on one thing. It went againced the rules of combat. Your own space must be you haven and he forgot to defend it. The first throwing axe struck with terrific force. His hands faultered and his voice wavered. The axe slid off the shoulder guard but the damage had been done. The spell disapered high in the air. It was to late.

Now his arm felt like it had been hit with a steel bar. He staggered back clutching the plate on his shoulder. He stared as another axe speed dwards him. He raised his hands instictivly and a wall of stone rose up fast from the earth. The axe clattered into it, his reactions had saved him from dengar this time. As he defended himself againced Dengar, Ita called out for him to cease. He listended in Ainur to what she said. Amazingly he and dengar would be fighting side by side. If only for this time. He spoke back in the same launguage. "Looks like we shall be fighting side by side Dengar. He grinned. He was glad, dengar was a fearsom foe and it was one thing to fight him one on one but in a battle feild like this it was something else all together.

He lowered the earth wall. If he and dengar attacked in coordination it would be powerfull indeed. Dengar up front with him spell casting in suport. If he could get the message across it might help. He called back out in Ainur, the language of the gods. "How about we help each other this time Dengar?" He raised his hand and it was engulfed in holy energy, he hoped dengar would take it as an offer of suport. If Dengar charged then he could suport him with magic then enter combat himself. He would just need to get his point across to dengar. But atleast he had the ravens behind him. Admitedly their where an evil force but in this case they where after the same thing. It ment less people to fight in the long run wihch was always good.

( ^_^; )

Blade quickly dodged the attack from Keroza but received a slight cut on the chest. "You do know that in the following years I have grown stronger and either we both die from exchuastion, or you'll die by my sword!" as blade finished talking, his eyes turned red as he then stepped to the side and another form of himself formed were he was standing. the minic of blade had then withdrew his dagger and Skullshredder and then lit them on fire, but instead of the regular flame like blades, they were slightly weaker and blueish. the second blade went to the back of Keroza and blade said, "I will not die here after the centurys I have used to get this town back to order. for I will still fight until I am told so by the godess of life herself!" both blades then walked forwards and then tried to swing extremly hard at Keroza.

Keroza stood unimpressed with his arms folded, a sneer playing beneath his helemt.
"You do know that in the following years I have grown stronger and either we both die from exchuastion, or you'll die by my sword!"
"Fine by me," Keroza sneered "once I eleminate you the rest of your petty guild order will disolve into chaos and nothing will stop me from destroying them too!"
Blade's eyes began burning with tremendus fire and he duplucated himself, Keroza could have sighed, no matter how many of him there were they'd never get passed his chaos armour. He drew his weaopns and they lit up with fire.
"You fool, I am a phoneix. Do you really think a little fire will help you?" Keroza said "you'r in over your head if you think fire magic will harm me, traiotor!"
"I will not die here after the centurys I have used to get this town back to order. for I will still fight until I am told so by the godess of life herself!"
"Then I shall just have to force you traitor," Keroza said "do you know who I am? I am Keroza, the phoenix of shadows anybody who gets in the way of my destiny is of no consiquence to me. I'm prepared to destroy this whole village to fufuill it."
Blade and his copy advanced towards Keroza and aimed to slash at him, Keroza merely leapt into the air unfolding his fire wings suspending himself in mid air and glided over Blade's head ladning behind him.
"Is that honestly the best you can do?" he said "I'm very disapointed, I would have though the leader of a guild like yours would have something a little more sophisticated up his sleeve"
Keroza shook his head and suddenly leapt into the air again deiving down at Blade's copy taking a deadly slash it its neck and landing behind it, he got to his feet looking back at Blade.
"Think you've got what it takes to defeat me by yourself traitor?" he said.

Famine was very aware of the events that were occuring around him. The demon was surprised that so many had answered to the call of the villagers, whose lives were meaningless and pathetic. Famine thought it was a waste of energy to go so far out of one's way to protect them. But from listening to the shouts of these protectors, they did not defend this village because of the innocent lives at stake, but more out of spite of the attacker. Even a few deities had joined into the fray... Famine would deal with them in good time. But the demon's attention returned to the task at hand. But as more and more... heroes... rushed in for their moment of glory, Famine became unsure if he would be able to his killing without these over zealous adventure-seekers getting in the way.

The demon began channeling dark energies into the fallen corpses of the villagers, his eyes unmoving from the woman. Five of the cadavers rose from the ground, and five more, this time skeletons, arose from the earth. The ten undead slowly made their way to Famine, forming a perimeter around him. His two human minions, sticking close by their master's side. "Now, to finish this..." The rauko said, under his breath. His crimson eyes studied the woman. He had expected her to put up some form of resistance, or use her golem to protect her. But she stood there, doing nothing. Famine shook his head. "You can't make things fun for me, can you?" He asked. Not waiting for her to reply, he thrust his spear at her, aiming for the heart.


(Short, I know -_-)

Something unexpected happened, a moment of hesitation. For a few seconds, the thing that stood before her seemed to be unsure of itself. However, the change did not last for long. Perhaps she had even been mistaken.

She felt cold alright her, despite the heat from the lava and the rain of fire, as he called the dead to him. As they moved around him, she never took her eyes off of him. If she were going to die, it would be with dignity, and while still saving lives. Even now her golem continued to help the villagers away from the disaster at hand.

She heard him speak, if she had the time, she would have smiled and congradulated herself on being right that he would have gained joy at her futile resistance, but she did not. He wasted no time before plunging his spear at her, hitting his mark with deadly accuracy.

At first, all she felt was shock, like getting dunked into icy water. She found herself unable to breath. Then came the pain, it was so great she thought surely that would be what killed her and not the wound itself. Yet even that passed away to a new cold, dull one that seemed to spread over her body. In the seconds before she blacked out to the world and bled out on the streets of Estolad, she sent her remaining power into her golem.

The metal golem gave no indication that its master had died as it ushered another group just outside the city limits. Placing them on the ground carefully, it then turned as if to go get another group. Its hands came together like it had a group in its arms when it just seemed to stop. Anyone who looked closely would swear there was a small metal tear running down its cheek...

((And so passes the days of Vianca, the cute but useless :'( ))

With that, Famine pulled the spear from the lifeless body, turning to face new enemies. Invigorated by the smell of freshly spilled blood, the demon sought to spill more. His first glimpse was of Ita, in all her glory. Famine was aware that Pestilence had made some sort of treaty or bargain with Ita, but he did not care. Famine had unfinished business with the lupine. With a nod of his head, the ten undead made their way over to the deity, Famine and his two minions followed slowly behind them.

The three moved in a triangular formation, each one facing outward in opposite directions. It was to make sure that no one got any ideas about attacking them while they made their feeble charge at Ita. Famine was at the front of the formation, behind the undead. His eyes fixed on his zombie minions. They were merely a distraction, Ita would be able to tear through them with little to no effort, and the same probably goes for the two human bodyguards. So that left Famine to deal with the enraged goddess.

Famine realized this was not a good idea, not because he was afraid of Ita, but mroe because he did not want to get on bad terms with Pestilence for ruining his deal. The demon decided for the moment, he would sit back and take in the fight. And merely watch what was going to happen. If a miracle were to happen, and the stranger that everyone seemed to be up against was to come out on top, Famine would jump in at the end and help him, but if it was the other way around, the rauko and his two men would leave this chaotic village. The demon snapped his finger, and his ten undead fell to the ground, lifeless. He kicked them into a small pile, and used their bodies as a crude bench, so he could watch the fight in comfort.

"Cavalry units! Forward, charge!" This was the booming voice of Unol, centaur and Captain of the Cavalry for the Blood Ravens. With the end of his order, fifteen members of the horse cavalry swept into the town of Estolad, breaking off from the rest of the pack. The centaur had left Orrel in charge of the larger group, as their mission was much simpler. Orrel and his men were to hold the high ground at all costs. Unol's advance unit was to break through the enemies and manage a few goals. One was the speedy evacuation of the civilians. Though this mission had been assigned by Charlotte to members of the infantry, Unol felt that the presence of the cavalry was needed in order to direct traffic and keep the evactuation running smoothly. Five of his men would tend to that. Another five were to be sent in Famine's direction, another two were on their way to where the dark phoenix was busy slaying innocents. Unol and two of his most skilled men were soon to be on their way to meet Thithdaeron in battle.

Unol didn't want to do that until he made sure the evacuation was going smoothly. Plyar, the man the centaur had charged with directing the cavalry's part in the evacuation, was just the man for the job. He was level headed, firm, and organized. He was already stationing his small contingent of men in strategic places to make sure all the citizens got through the streets and didn't panic. They were exiting towards the west.

Pleased with Plyar's progress, Unol turned to Rohelian and Capper, the two riders he had chosen to join him in the fight against Tithdaeron. "This will not be an easy skirmish. Tithdaeron has foolishly chosen to attack the town our base resides in, and this will not be tolerated. We somehow need to detain him and make him see the folly of his decisions. We will split up shortly before revealing ourselves to him. Each of us will go through the city and come from a different direction. I will come from the north, Rohelian from the south, and Capper from the east. Our fight will commence three minutes after we break. Keep count in your heads. This has to run smoothly before we lose the element of surprise. Tith's attention may probably be in the western direction, where the evacuation is taking place. If we are lucky, he won't spot any of us. Ready?" Rohelian and Capper nodded without hesitation, marking their determination and loyalty. "He is a battle mage. All we have is our lances and our brains. It may not be easy, but it is doable. May Ita be with us all." They nodded again at this, and then Unol thrust his lance into the air. "For Estolad!" he cried, and the two cavalrymen joined him in his cry. Then, they broke off.

The centaur headed straigt forward, through the chaos that was ensuing. Not all of the civilians had made their way out of the city. They were becoming obstacles for Unol's four feet. He went to great lengths to avoid trampling any of them as he passed through. He knew he was running on a limited period of time, so he had to get into position quickly. He gallopped through the streets until he had gone a considerable distance. He looked through the buildings to spot Tithdaeron, taking innocent lives without a second thought. "This is it," he whispered to himself. "It has been two and a half minutes. The others should soon be in position." The five men that had been dispatched towards Famine would be arriving at their marks soon, and same could be said of the two that were targetting Keroza. Unol prayed softly that everything would go well for the Ravens today. The destruction of Estolad would not be allowed. Silently, he waited for the opportune moment, which was coming up in only a matter of seconds.

Ita was calm and observant as she watched the battle from behind the crowd. The blades continued to float and orbit around her, ready to attack anyone who would lift even the slightest hostile finger at the goddess. Dengar's actions were unknown to her thus far, but she could hear Samarin's voice in the background trying to convince the lizarian to team up with him. Her own thoughts of tactics, however, were interrupted by a telepathic message from her daughter, Charlotte. "Ita, we will be in the Estolad area shortly, are there any orders? The Ravens will be evacuating the civilians." A telepathic link with another person, especially a mortal, was both a blessing and a curse. Ita was able to block Charlotte from listening into some of her more secretive thoughts, usually by thinking in a language her daughter was unable to comprehend, to keep her from learning about details of the war against Threnody, etc. However, she still had to give away some of her violent tendencies, and had to listen to Charlotte's mortal ramblings. However, being able to communicate with a military general accross any distance was of extreme tactical importance, as shown in this situation.

"Perfect timing," the goddess thought to Charlotte contently, sending her images of the people immediately around her that were attacking and defending. It was this very second that Famine had slaughtered Vianca the elf. Famine, a pest in the past, was a force to be dismissed by Ita now that the Apocalypse Alliance-Ita treaty was in effect. Even if the reckless demon were to attack her, the blade sentinels would help fend him off. Her focus for this occasion was Tithdaeron. "Let your men continue the evacuation, but you get over here now and assist Dengar and I in the suppression of Tithdaeron." Her mental orders to her daughter were firm, and she broadcasted that tone loud and clear. After that was done, Ita herself prepared for the inevitable attack. The Chaos Axe hanging from her back was drawn and held in front of her. The blade reformed until it fit the shape of a longsword with slightly serrated edges in some areas. Using her free hand she slid her Longsword of Bloodshed from its hilt, now holding one weapon in each hand, along with the four floating blade sentinels and the hovering phantom blade at her side. Ita pushed her weight off the ground, leaping towards Tithdaeron while slashing her swords through the air.

Caius sat on the back of a caravan enjoying the free ride from the merchants. The merchants had traveled from Lomedor and wanted some hired muscle to protect them along the way. Caius decided that this would be the best way to get some vacation time in and get away from the duties of being a Knight and a Keeper at the same time. He just rested against the back of the wagon he kept watch on, now this was an easy job. Soon the village came into view in the distance, they had arrived.
“Time for some R and R.” Caius said getting his gear together.
When the wagon pulled up to the village Caius jumped off. The merchants waved to Caius goodbye as he trotted down the street of the small town. He came to small nice looking Inn at the center of town. He pushed the door open and went inside where he rented a room for the week. He trotted to his room, tossed down his stuff and hit the sack. His eyes slid shut and he fell asleep.

The sounds of shouts and screams awoke Caius. First he believed he was dreaming about one of his past battles, until somebody began pounding on his door. Caius jumped out of bed grabbing his sword and dagger on his belt and then putting on his cloak so his weapons were hidden. This was supposed to be a vacation. Two Blood Ravens busted down the door.
“You outside! The city is being evacuated.” One soldier shouted at him.
“What!?” Caius said.
“No questions, you will be evacuated with the other civilians in this town.”
“Who the heck are you guys?” Caius asked.
“Blood Ravens.” The other soldier said.
Caius felt his legs grow weak. His mind raced, full of possibilities Ita… Tith… And Charlotte, the scar from her magical sword that he had earned seemed to burn again. Just like it did at Lomedor when she cut him down. He just stood there.
“MOVE!” A soldier grabbed Caius and pulled him outside the in and pushed him into a crowd being herded up towards a hill outside of town. He was panicking, if they found out who or what he was, a Keeper… He shook his head, they had no idea, and they probably would not recognize him. Heck they did not even take his weapons. When he realized this a smile spread across his face, time to do some damage.

He was heard up with the group to a field hospital where the Blood Ravens were treating civilians. He was confused at first at the fact they were helping the situation. Somehow in the distance he realized that the aggressors must being causing a threat to the Blood Ravens. The village must provide the Ravens with some sort of resource supply line or something. Otherwise he doubted if they would help defend the population. This caused him to think on any sabotage he wanted to carry out for he did not wish to harm innocent people. After some quick thinking he thought of a plan. He moved through the crowd and weaved his way towards some tents with some of Charlotte’s men around them.

He trotted over to a younger looking man keeping guard alone near a tent. The guard put his hand out to stop him. “Halt! Please remain with the rest of the civilians.” He said to Caius. Caius got in close to the man almost a foot apart and decked him hard in the face. The guard dropped like rock to the ground. He looked behind him to see if he got thr attention of anyone. Nothing, nobody noticed his little KO. Mostly everyone’s attention was pulled to the battle or to his or her duties. He dragged the guard into the tent and dressed himself in a Blood Raven’s uniform, which he took from the guard he knocked out. He then dragged the knocked out man to the field hospital. “This civilian needs medical attention!” he said to the medics
I hope to god this works.

Blade slowly grew angry as he saw that Keroza had killed his duplicate. blade said, "You know what, if you are having a fun time with calling my a traiter, then you won't mind if you fought in smoke and be cursed as well." blade silently said two spells so that Keroza won't know what he said. but soon, smoke came out of the tip of his wings and then he pointed his dagger at Keroza hopefully trying to cast troll curse at him, "I hope you don't mind having the curse of a troll and turning into stone during the day." said blade. soon he heard a roar in the distance.

Mad eye was going over to estoland as he got a message from blade saying that there was a massacre going on and that he needed all the help he could get fomr the lone warriors. he flew over looking for him as he saw him fighting someone. he went down and he went down and tried to hit the person with his tail. wehn he tried and flew by him, he transformed to his human form and withdrew his weapon and said to the person, "I hope that you don't mind that more from the lone warriors will come and kill you as one. becuase there will be more on the way and enough to help kill you and stop the massacre. and if you must, you are the jack that is the traiter around here. is anyone is going to kill the guild leader of the lone warriors, he will have to go through the entire guild before he can fight with blade to kill him,"

The copy of Blade fell to the ground dead and vanished, Keroza got to his feet facing Blade once again his eyes appearing to grow red.
"You know what, if you are having a fun time with calling my a traiter, then you won't mind if you fought in smoke and be cursed as well." Blade said.
Then Blade began talking quietly to himself, confused Keoza raised an eyebrow (not that it could be seen beneath his helmet). But then smoke began pouring from Blade's wings shrouding the area.
"You amature," Keroza laughed "I don't care how dark your smoke is, I can see right through it straight to you."
"I hope you don't mind having the curse of a troll and turning into stone during the day." Blade retorted.
"You're cursing me?" Keroza snarled "ho dare you!"
He suddenly felt his arms and legs begin to stiffen.
"A minor setback, nothing more." Keroza said "Sorft spell, activate!"
The paralysis vanished and Keroza laughed again.
"It seems I have outwitted you again," he said "I must say I'm dissapointed in you, I expected some kind of fun from you"
He didn't notice a shadow passing down the street and heading in his direction nor the beat of wings until of course it was growing liuder and louder. Keroza turned about a a long dragon's tail whacked him in the head, taking him more by surprise than harming him.
"Ah! Son of a..."
He looked up at the dragon.
"I hope that you don't mind that more from the lone warriors will come and kill you as one. becuase there will be more on the way and enough to help kill you and stop the massacre. and if you must, you are the jack that is the traiter around here. is anyone is going to kill the guild leader of the lone warriors, he will have to go through the entire guild before he can fight with blade to kill him," it said.
Keroza smiled beneath his helmet.
"On the contary my scaley friend, I look forward to it," he laughed "Now, try my whirlwind attack on for size you overgrown lizard!"
Keroza's wings burst from his back again and he leapt into the air, his sword was spinning round incradably fast in his hand and he struck out at the dragons neck, vaulted over him and landed back on the ground.

The crimson sky sparkled as the sun shimmered on the horizon. Racing across the distance, a cloud of dust trailed behind a lone rider urging his midnight steed to gallop faster. The distinct noise of hoof beats were repelled by obsidian walls as the messenger quickly called out.

"Open the gates! Open the gates!" screamed the scout as he waved a blood red banner across the heavens, featuring a raven perched atop the hilt of a might sword. The path was leaden with the same banner all fluttering noisily in the wind as the archer’s immediately lowered their arrows, ordering the drawbridge to be lowered and gates opened.

”A messenger has arrived!” trumpeted a scout upon the bastions as soldiers from every which way began helping the famished messenger and his hard-ridden mount, leading it away to the stables. A cool breeze rushed through the training grounds causing the grass to sway in the wind. Off to the side, a wave of heat was passed on by the forge, the blacksmiths hard at work, toiling weapons for the soldiers. In another space, targets that looked similar to porcupines were continually rained with a deadly volley of bows, as the clash of swords and hoof beats of horses drowned out the twang of the bows. Orders were screamed from the mouths of drill sergeants as a single Minotaur came out of the keep, donning his weapons.

Strapping his two-handed sword across his back, the red pommel stone seemed to shine in the light of the sun, the sky iron blade instantly sheathed in the simple leather scabbard. In fact, the only precious part of the blade was its pommel stone that seemed to be soaked in the blood of all the souls this sword had slain. No, this weapon was not meant for ceremonies. It was meant for only one purpose… bloodshed.

Quickly, the minotaur looked around and scanned the premises only to find out that he was the only foot officer on the grounds. Quickly, the messenger scurried over, as the Scipio saluted in the strict Roman fashion. Reading the contents, the minotaur grumbled.

It seemed that Estolad was no longer under the favor of Lomedor. The town’s council had decided that taxing all that went through its roads was the best source of income and Lomedor’s nobility wasn’t happy in paying the extra fees. They had sent the Blood Ravens to make sure that this wouldn’t happen. Even better, Dengar and Tithdaeron were already at the village wreaking havoc.

With a roar, the trumpets echoed across the fortress, the foot soldier division scurrying around like ants. “PHALANX FORMATION!!” screamed Scipio as a group of squires fetched his shield and personal mithril mace. As the soldiers all lined up into blocks of human might, 16 soldiers by 16, the trumpets blasted as the gates opened once more. In an instant, the division was out on a double-speed march towards Estolad, right behind their general, Charlotte.

As the town came into view over the hills, Scipio fastened his pace as he soon walked side by side along the general. "Any orders ma'am?"

While Keroza was trying to take down mad eye, bldae ran forward and quickly tried to ram oth weapons into his armor of bloodshed. whilest he did this, he uttered a curse under his breath and his blade tip started to glow a dark black as he tried to curse Keroza as well as attack. "And I hope you don't mind that my bodyguard joins in for now." as he had said this, a huge club came out of no where as the guard tried to hit Kerozas helment off.

"Overgrown lizard? I otta bite you head off for that wisecrack." said mad eye as he grew as well angry. he saw taht he was being attacked by a whirlwind spell. "I hope you don't mind having a whirlwind up for your lunch!" as he said this he used redirect spell and it redirected the whirlwind back to Keroza which by whom still had his wings out. Mad eye landed behind him as so he won't try running and had landed far enough away so he won't get hit by the whirlwind, and transformed back into his human form. he took out his bow and arrows and started to shoot arrows at Kerozas legs and arms.

((Jesus guys! At least give me a fighting chance! :frantic:

Time fore some fancy footwork... he hee...))

All of this was way to much. Samarin he could deal well enough with, distract him, kill some people, distract him again, kill more people. Samarin was generally easily distractable for Tithdaeron at least, although the Chaos Elemental knew he could never slay him without the help of anyone else. The pillar of flame wouldnt be a problem, but, every single person in the world that used to be his ally seemed to want to kill him now. In fact, armies were spilling in every entrance to the village in order to kill him. Tithdaeron had heard shouts somewhere that Famine was on the field, fighting with the armies. He knew that Famine and Ita were enemies. Perhaps he would distract her so he could escape. Everyone could be thwarted in some manner, except her. She would be much harder, and, ultimately, Tithdaeron realizd he would probably lose his life. But why? What had he done to betray anyone here? He was the one being betrayed! They all deserved to die! This was all to confusing. It made hime brim with power, the chaos feeding his elemental body to the brim of his capacity and then some.

If he didnt get killed by someone, his murderer would be himself. The armies were disorganized, and very few of the soldiers were actually aware of Tithdaeron's position. Dengar had not yet acted on Ita's orders, which was good. One less imortal to deal with. Tithdaeron used his fire mastery ability, combined with the Redirect Spell he loved so much, to take the pillar of flame and turn it against his opponents. Originally intended for Samarin, Tithdaeron caught a rather large lupine figure moving fast through the air at him. Ita was his primary opponent. He would have to pick and choose his attacks if he was to survive long enough to reach his goal. So, Tithdaeron redirected the pillar directly at the angry lupine goddess. Hopefully it would slow her down a little bit. All he afforded her was a distant, sorry glance. You use to care for me. And now you discard me, and come to me with my death in mind during my most dire hour. Traitor. A ruse, all of this was. I should have known you would turn against your own creation. Perhaps I shall inform Charlotte wth my last breath? That would be intersting. Maybe it would even bring her back to her senses...

As for Samarin, Tithdaeron reached down and drew his newest weapon. The Blade of War, one of the deadliest blades in existence on Arda. Too bad it would not see many battles past this one. "Samarin! I have been betrayed! I plead with you, I shall put down my weapons for my life if you help me to survive this day. No more will I take a soul. What say you?" asked the Chaos Elemental. He no longer held any allegiance to the Goddess, He would carry his own will from now until the end. Tithdaeron raised the weapon, and ran with full speed out of the allet, which was blocked by Samarin. If necesary, Tithdaeron had many a means by which he could slip past. If Samarin would help, then Tithdaeron would keep his promise.

Tithdaeron didnt expect Samarin to help anyhow. But if he did, all that was left was to convince Famine that it was in his best interests to help the overwhelmed Chaos Elemental escape.

Wake up.

Rye opened his eyes. He looked to the sky as it filled with smoke and listened as the screams of dying citizens could be heard all around. The old man felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. A deep cut had appeared and blood was pouring out. He felt light headed as he tried to stand up, but he didn't have the strength.

Estolad, why does war have to come to your walls? You did nothing to anger the evil that has come to this place, come to my home. I'm so...

His collapsed on the ground once more. His strength was being drained and he had no idea why. He had no chance to defend the village; he was helpless. Someone must have been taking his life away, leaving him defenceless. However, why would someone do that to him?

I'm back once more old man. You knew I would come back and this time there is no angel to help you. In a few minutes, I'll be here to destroy Estolad, just as I promised before my death. Moreover, this time I have allies to help me in my fight for chaos and destruction. First Estolad then Zenith Meria!

Kasipekasish, why are you doing this? Will you ever be put to rest? Will Cerberus ever keep you within the walls of the underworld?

Rye waited for the undead red dragons reply. He was getting a bit annoyed with the dragons attitude. He always came back, stronger than before. The underworlds security wasn't good enough and if they didn't step up, Kasipekasish would always escape. Rye needed a healer and fast for it was the only way he could stop the evil that was about to approach Estolad.

(OOC: I know its small but I need to go to bed :zzz:)

Shadow saw the figure but then he ignored it not taking the risk of fighting in an alley way he teleported into a bigger opening. "This is all crazy. It has to stop." Shadow had unfolded his wings and began to survey the area. While surveying the area he had saw that Blade had arrived on the scene. "Now there is a familiar face." Putting his weapons back on his back Shadow began to slowly decend onto the feild, behind the evil pheonix.

"Hey Blade mind if I join in the frey." Shadow had pulled out his swords and held them ready for an attack again.

Estolad was in dire trouble, the town was really taking a beating and not many were fighting to defend against the evil that had invaded the town. Luckily for the Keepers of the Sacred Deed that were there at that time, some of the others were on their way. For Zenith Meria, a powerfull Archangel, trained by both the Goddess of Life, and the Gaurdian of Holiness, had seen all that was going on from the mirror in Keepers Peak. Now the young angel was on his way to help not only his fellow Keepers but the people of Estolad.

It would not be the first large battle in this town for Zenith as he had slain a large red dragon known as Kasipekasish here once, but Zenith could feel that this being of evil had returned and knew he would have to do battle once more. Luckily Zenith now had more power than the last battle with the beast. Zenith was headed straight for Estolad but was not alone as Sraxen had came with him. Both now on the back of Telsor, the plasma dragon of Zenith, were nearing the town with great speed.

Now with the town in sight Zenith, Sraxen, and of course Telsor grew closer. But thats when Zenith seen an old friend in pain on the battle field. It was Rye. Seeing the old man in pain Zenith quickly said to Sraxen "Just command Telsor, we will listen to you as well as me. Good luck my friend, I must help Rye!" With these words said Zenith jumped from Telsor and began to fall to the ground before four large and powerfull white angel wings came out from behind his Resplendent Cloak of the Gargoyle. Two of the wings were his own, but the second set were granted to him by the power of the Holy Blade that was held in the right hand of Zenith, while his left hand held onto the Resplendent Countering Longsword known as Redemption.

Softly the angel landed to the ground near Rye and looked at the destruction and chaos of the town in a closer eye. All seemed lost but Zenith would not give up, to him this battle had only know began.

Quickly the young angel got to his older friend and said "Rye, fear not for I have come to help you in your time of need my old friend." Zenith then smiled under his Resplendent Heaume, the rest of his Resplendent glowing somewhat in the fire of the town. Strapped to his back Zenith still had his Blade of Balance which was covered by his Resplendent Tower. The other weapon he had taken with him was strapped to his right leg, that weapon being the Shadow Dagger Zenith had killed Kasipekasish with before.

Zenith slowly placed his Holy Blade onto the ground and placed his right hand over the back of Rye before saying "Thalion Óre " This casting the spell Superior Heal upon Rye which was able to heal mortal to light wounds. Zenith could only hope this would be enough to hold the old man for now as there was much to do in Estolad. Zenith had to find one of the main sources of Evil within here and destroy them before it was to late for the people that were still alive.

Picking up his Holy Blade, also known as Salvation, into his right hand the angel was ready for battle once more. Before heading further into the battlefield Zenith turned back to Rye and said "Good luck, May the power of life be with you." He then began to head towards the first source he could find. Seeing a group of chaos knights ahead Zenith spoke one word "Sîr" With this said the movements of Zenith became no more than a blur as he headed towards the six Chaos Knights.

Upon reaching them Zenith ran by one slashing into his armour with the Holy Blade and killing the knight. These beings would not be ones to listen to reason of Holiness, and had to pay for the lives they had taken this day. Zenith was going to make sure they felt the pain there own hands had caused. The second knight came down by a blast of pure holy energy from the Holy Blade while the other four grouped together for an attack.

With the four knights together Zeniths work was half done. The angel tightened his grip on the blades in his hands and ran towards the Chaos Knights. But before getting to them Zenith changed his direction and headed left slashing the armour of the knights on that site before quickly turning and slashing them through the cuts in the armour. Now only two were left and Zenith just stood waiting on them.

The two knights ran towards him with their blades in hand swinging for Zenith. But the young angel raised his holy blade and fired another blast of holy energy smashing the men into a wall. One of them had broken their neck with the impact while the other had just badly hurt his back. Walking up to the still living man Zenith looked into his eyes, the Chaos Knight seemed to be afraid, this was a new thing for Zenith. He felt the man had now learned a lesson so instead of killing him Zenith headed deeper yet into the battle to find one of the beings that had brought this upon the town.

((Made eye-whirlwind attack is a feat not a spell, so you can't redirect it))

The dragon's counter was useless but he still somehow managed to dodge Keroza's attack. He then noticed that Blade was muttering something else.
"Don't bother fool," he said.
As Blade drew closer Keroza's breastplate suddenly lt up with chrimson energy zapping out at Blade and his bodyguard when they got too close.
"Do not bore me Blade," he said as the energy faded "if I'm going to defeat you at least make it enjoyable."
He raised his shiled and it ignited in blue fire deflecting Mad eye's arrows.
"You are fools, I am not so easily defeated by your party tricks, I am Keroza the shadow phoenix!" he stopped and looked up, somebody else was arriving.
"Hey Blade mind if I join in the frey."
"More? Will these idiots never learn," Keroza sighed.
In the distance he could hear a charging too, two centaur warriors coming for him. But he stood his ground and beagan to laugh.
"Very well, have it YOU'RE WAY!!" he laughed.
His gauntlets suddenly lit up with crimson lightning, his shiled burnt blue his eyes seemed to magnify and his beserk state came into effect. He stamped hard on the ground with one foot spreading a huge crack sporting lava towards his opponents laughing.
"Surely, you do not expect to win when I wear this." he laughed "Tell you what, surrender now and I'll make your deaths swift and painless"

From his undead bench, the demon watched as the fight proceeded. That is until he heard the galloping of horses in the distance. Famine sighed. He was almost positive what was to happen in a matter of seconds. "Its odd really..." He started to say, thrusting his spear upward at the first horseman that approached, "the first time I decide to stay out of fight, and I am attacked..." By the time his sentence finished, the horseman had inadvertently impaled himself upon it. The corpse began to wither away into a mummy, until it was nothing more then dust in the wind. Behind the demon, the undead sprung back to life, with a snap of Famine's fingers. His two, still-living minions, cursed once again as their comfortable chair moved away from them. "Let's roll!" He shouted. Things were getting too hot. There was practically an army defending Estolad, and Famine was not happy about it. An army, plus two deities, for a single mortal. Whatever this person did, Famine was indeed jealous, and also it was overkill.

The demon let out a high pitch whistle, and saw his Ashen Apocalypse Mount come into being from the shadows of a near alley. As the beast approached its master, Famine turned to his men. "Disappear..." He said, making sure that his voice was not heard by everyone. The two men knew what he meant. The two were going to escape, while Famine was going to do something that he would probably regret in the future. Mounting onto his steed, Famine caught glimpse of the stranger. The demon urged his horse forward, and within a matter of seconds it was galloping as fast its hooves could move. "Grab my hand!" Famine shouted, using the spell Ghost Sound to make his voice appear everywhere around the man. The demon extended his arm outwards, the other holding his weapon firmly. Ita would most-likely hear what he had said because of the spell, but hopefully this stranger would see Famine before the Goddess of Chaos had time to react. "You have one chance," He whispered, with Ghost Sound still in affect, "grab my hand, or you will be left here to die..."

Samarin had not moved from his spot, and Tithdaeron regretted that he would have to attack the gaurdian with the rather nasty war blade. He always had a mote of respect for him, for some odd reason. Running at near limit speed, tha chaos elemental left burn marks where his feet had landed, for he ignited hs Will of Chaos ability. It would help deter foes and attacks, and it caught random bits of rubble and garbage about him ablaze as well. The fires would spread, no doubt. Tithdaeron did not think there would be a way to escape, until, a voice surrounded him.

"Grab my hand!" the voice, ordered, but there was no hand to grab that Tithdaeron could see. Frantically, the Chaos Elemental looked around him to find the source of the voice but it appeared to be coming from every direction. "You have one chance, Grab my hand or be left to die!"

That was all the motivation Tithdaeron needed. He withdrew the flaming blue blaze from his right and left hands, reached out in both directions, palms wide open ready to grab whatever came his way. Looking behind around the corner, he could here a horse coming and fast. So he was not in the alley. Using the Particle Evasion technique, Tithdaeron disperesed into a cloud of infinitesmal bits of chaos enegy, blew past Samarin, and then reformed behind him.

Pain racked his sense, but he still held his arms out. Grabbing strong onto his rescuer's arm, Tithdaeron lifted up and found himself on the rear end of Famine's Asehn Apocalypse Mount. "Pandora! Eris! Follow us!"

Eris leapt out over Samarin, out of the alley, and was running as fast as her legs could carry to keep up with the horse. If necesary, she would transform into her dragon form in order to move faster. Pandora, whom was still at the edges of the city, rose out from under the rubble she had hid under and plowed through roughly ten infantry men along her way around the outskirts of the village to meet Eris, Famine, and Tithdaeron on the other side.

Kender Vesemetti was a normal archer of Charlotte's troops. A complete fanatic in Terian'Amarth, he was thrilled to be serving her. Although his duties had mostly revolved around learning to use his heavy crossbow so far, and today he was assisting the evacuation of a town that was vital to the resupply of the ravens. Until, of course, the world went black.

Veera was a simple healer, eager to please the Chaotic Goddess and her daughter. She darted about, checking on the status of the citizens, with their wretched ways of law, until she noted something interesting. This man was knocked out. She checked his heartbeat, and then examined him further.

"Anyone drag someone unconcious into the tent!" Veera shouted. She was answered by a chorus of nays. She shook her head, and shouted out the alert.

"Double alert Archers! Keep your eyes on us in the medical tents! We can't bear to lose any of these good people!" Veera shouted. The archers scurried about, the heavy crossbowmen arranging themselves around the tent. It being the only thing of value, as the distance between the fortress and the front didn't necessitate supply wagons.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was having a far less interesting day. She was simply watching as the evacuation finished, and all of Tithdaeron's followers were smashed around. She gave an idle glance to Scipio, and then shrugged.

"Not much. Evacuation's done, Tithdaeron is being dealt with by mom, and his other assistance is being smacked around by some guys from the Lost Souls guild, I think. Just a lazy day. We haven't sustained any casualties that I know of, so, I guess we didn't need all these soldiers." Charlotte said. She was observing the organized chaos as she so lazily dealt out the orders. She was leaning on Pepper, her seven and a half foot tall blade being suspended on a lazy gauntlet, and then she yawned just to top it off. She idly tracked the coward Famine as he ran from battle yet again from what she had heard. At the thought a slight giggle(evil and chaotic...of course...) escaped her lips. It stopped abruptly as Famine snatched up the offending Chaos Elemental. The two ran away on the Rider's horse, as his Lupine followed. Then came a great thunderous crash from another part of the village, then screams. A shout of 'Ravens down!' came from there as well.

"They'll die, Scipio. Mark my words. Even if it isn't my blade that deals the kiss, I will make certain they both die." The general said, her voice calm, as though she was talking to him across a tea table. With a fine china tea set with gold trim atop a white lace doily. She gave him a twisted half smile, and laughed.

"Spread the order. All infantry are to initiate a sweep of the town, and attempt to remove all battling parties from it. We want this little town to get back to giving us supplies as fast as possible. You've got a better shouting voice than I do, minotaur." Charlotte ordered. She then gave a sigh, and shook her head.

"Too late, too late." The archdemon muttered under her breath.

It is time...

Kasipekasish extended his wings, looking to the sky. He was in a forest just outside Estolads walls. Creatures scurried away as the evil dragon appeared from the ground, a look of hatred in his eyes.

It is time for revenge.

Kasipekasish launched himself into the sky, flapping his wings to keep at the current altitude. He was so high up he could see the entire village of Estolad. Destruction had come and another evil was on his way to cause even more chaos. Wait, was that Telsor Kasipekasish could see in the distance? The plasma dragon was owned by Zenith, but there was a strange dwarven figure on the back of the beast.

You are dead Telsor! You helped spill my blood and now I will spill yours. Zenith Meria might not be here, but I can take my revenge on the angel later. Now its just me, you and the small man on your back. Death to Estolad!

The red dragon launched himself towards the plasma dragon at great speed. His talons extended as he roared towards the beast. He opened his giant maw, ready to bite its neck off. Fire might not affect Telsor, but Kasipekasish didn't need it. Teeth, claws and his aeronautical skills could beat the dragon.

RRROOOAAARRR

Kasipekasish hit the dragon at full speed. His war cry was loud and could be heard throughout Estolad. Now everyone would know that kasipekasish was here and ready to kill. This was a chance he wouldn't throw away and now that the dragon as at full strength, nothing could stop him.

Colossus neared the village of Estolad, looking for a quick hire. What he wasn't looking for was a giant melee. Regardless, he decided he had to go into the village and investigate. Maybe he could rescue somebody for a bit of gold. Or, that failing, he could be hired by one of the fighting parties to fight for them against the other. Either way, this battle seemed to him to be a good place for a mercenary. He drew his katana and neared the fray. He stood around at the edge of the combat and awaited a person to approach him.

He observed his surroundings, making sure that anybody that tried to attack would quickly be seen and either dodged or ambushed. He would be prepared, nothing could change that.

Caius looked at the medic as she shouted for a security check. He had to play this safe, anything he said could give him away. “I found him over there by that tent at the rear of the refugees. I got separated from the infantry when I saw him and dragged him up here.” Caius said. Soon they would realize he was not an archer since all he carried was a sword. “Do you suggest we investigate the refugees and civilians, in case our supplies are sabotaged by them?” He asked Veera giving her a concerned look. More Possibilities played through his head. Sabotage, double agent, or both? He thought. He played his options as he stood in front of Veera and the KOed body of Kender. He would haft to kill Kendar and steal the idenity of another Raven in the infantry to become a double agent. That was going to be rather difficult, and he was going to need a cover story. He felt sorry for the man who he had knocked out; he hated killing people when they were helpless. He made his decision, sabotage was too risky or it was now.

“Ravens Down!”

Caius snapped his attention towards the village. This would surely pull attention away from him and on something else. “Unless we want more casualties we should pull just outside the city, the structures in the village will cause our troops to cluster and become more vulnerable to spells and other splash damage attacks, even if they spread out they won’t have much room.” Caius said. It was not his place to question orders but he wanted to sound like a team player. He wondered how the Ravens were on taking advice from low ranking men. “Medic what should I do?” He asked.

(Sorry for being so short.)

As the battle raged on, the sun continued to shine its blood red beams, showering the earth with what seemed the be the crimson blood that was too often spilt upon Arda. Cries of wounded civilians filled the air like insects, buzzing around Vercingetorix’s ear like annoying pests. Blocking his mind of the sound, Scipio cast his way from the view of the village, looking…upwards towards the general of the Blood Ravens, daughter of Ita the Reckless, and niece of Dengar the Guardian of War. It was quite an impressive title, but one that fit her quite well. With her figure looming over the minotaur upon her midnight black steed, Scipio thought about the tales he had heard.

Quite a few poems were all devoted to her as well as a few bards that seemed to live only to spread the tales of Charlotte, the great. Scipio recalled his evening in the Wilwarin Pub when he had first heard of Charlotte and her amazing deeds. One “legend” told of her rescue of a thousand princesses, destroying the battalions of a powerful necromancer with a single swipe, while another told of her single-handily sending Death, Pestilence, Famine, and War back to the graves along with their hoards. Whether they were just tales that were exaggerated or the actual truth was a subject on his own, but one look at the general and one could tell that some of them might be even true. The eight-foot zweihander of Bloody Lightning was explanation enough of his thoughts, thought the Minotaur as he pondered upon his future in the Blood Ravens.

In the short distance, where the medical tents were being set up, Scipio could see a few healers scurrying around and administrating salves, ointments, and healing spells to civilians. The Blood Ravens had been lucky for quite a while with no casualties whatsoever. That was a good thing, because all of his men (yes, the minotaur was beginning to imagine the army to become a sort of family) would be able to go home to their wives, children, or loved ones. It was a settling thought.

"Not much. Evacuation's done, Tithdaeron is being dealt with by mom, and his other assistance is being smacked around by some guys from the Lost Souls guild, I think. Just a lazy day. We haven't sustained any casualties that I know of, so, I guess we didn't need all these soldiers," replied General Charlotte nonchalantly as if this was just another day of field training in full regalia. Not much to worry about as the minotaur allowed his mithril mace’s head to fall upon the earth in a loud thump, the shockwave causing a small part of the grass to collapse. Whoops, he needed to be more careful where he knocked that weapon around. It wasn’t just iron or steel anymore. Mithril was an expensive metal to buy and Scipio didn’t want to use the extra money to maintain it.

Nodding in return, the minotaur replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am!” showing a full Roman salute, before his words were interrupted when the cry that Scipio so feared was trumpeted out. ”Ravens Down!” came the inevitable call as not one but TWO dragons flew into the air, both battling it out. Scipio was going to decimate whoever had done this and it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

”"They'll die, Scipio. Mark my words. Even if it isn't my blade that deals the kiss, I will make certain they both die." remarked Charlotte as Scipio slit his eyes, observing Famine and Tithdaeron slink out of the battlefield like cowards, but he had more things to worry about as he followed Charlotte’s orders.

“FIRST PHALANX DIVISION!!! MOVE INTO ORDER AND PREPARE TO MARCH INTO ESTOLAD IN ATTACK FORMATION!!!” roared the minotaur, his voice echoeing across the battlefield. There was nothing more frightful then a huge block of men, armed with lances charging forward with no hope but for the enemy to be impaled. Even if the soldiers wanted to, there was no turning back due to the momentum that carried them.

However, a small voice reached the minotaur’s ears as a small foot soldier gave his own advice, “Unless we want more casualties we should pull just outside the city, the structures in the village will cause our troops to cluster and become more vulnerable to spells and others splash damage attacks, even if they spread out they won’t have much room.”

Nodding his head, the minotaur gave more discreet orders as the entire division moved into a seemingly random manner towards the city, as drums beat a rapid rhythm in the distance. Scipio and his forces would crush who ever would defend the traitor Tithdaeron.

“THOSE WHO DEFEND THE PARIAH, TITHDAERON, WILL NOT BE SPARED ANY MERCY!”