RP Story

Ok. I guess now I have power over the Undead's destiny, so I'll tell you somethings:
The guys you are fighting with is the Bloodfest legion. Here are the colors of each legion:

Darkhelm: Gold and Black
Shadowfist: Black
Bloodfest: Red and Gold
Deathbringer: Green and Black
Coldrage: Blue and Purple
Deathrage (fusion of deathbringer and coldrage): Purple and Black


The Bloodfest Legion heard about, but do not care much about the betrayal. They want victory themselves, selfishly.

The Deathrage Legion is unknown.



Therranor passed some time at the city, then left, with no clue about the mage. He is at another village, the peaceful Trivallas.



I'll not update anymore right now, because I have no time.

So, we've got the Bloodfest Legion in front of us, and the remnants of the Darkhelm and Shadowfist Legions. Beyond that, there's the Deathrage Legion, the Forsaken, and whatever faction of the Scourge the Lich King rules over directly. That's a lot of undead!

First, let's try out Siroff.

The imposing necromancer's gaze swept the room like a spell. "Where is this one you spoke of?" With half his face dead and sagging, Orlar wasn't hard to miss - it was a miracle that he could speak so clearly - or clearly at all, for that manner.
"It was in here, sir," the apprentice - if he was an apprentice - said, "When I called it out to deliver a message to Nithrem, it ignored me, and shambled off when I advanced on it."
Siroff nodded mentally to himself, carefully sprawled out between the stone rafters of the ceiling. Undead are nothing but trouble. It doens't matter where in the world you are . . . Shaking his head slightly to clear himslef of distraction, he returned his attention to the two below.
"- I thought I had trained you better, Athrazim. You should have had the foresight to restrain this rogue undead before seeking me out."
"But Lord Orlar-"
"But nothing! The accursed banshee Sylvannus has created enough peril of undead fighting undead without us allowing more of these rogue creatures to escape!! Now, tell me one more time, in exact detail, what happened."
As Athrazim resumed his story, the necromancer went rigid, every scrape of attention on the "novice". Well, it's now or never . . . why can't I ever choose never?!
With the blur of form-changing, Siroff lept onto the sorcerer, claws raking against flesh - with little avail. He must be wearing enchanted robes! Mentally making a few adjustments to his plan, Siroff darted into a nearby corridor.
Athrazim fell back, aghast. "Master, there must be something about this room that breaks our hold!"
"No, fool! That was no gargoyle we just fought. That creature was not what it seemed."
And again the necromancer forced Siroff on the defensive - instead of going after the gargoyle himself, Orlar began chanting. As the bones on entombed warriors in the room animated, he ordered Athrazim to go find the other necromancers.
Nothing but trouble!! And I can't let that apprentice escape!! . . .

The Doom Knight Gorlath was an anomaly amongst the Lich King's generals. All of his other servants had proven their loyalty in life, and held the semblance of the living even if they were in fact not. Gorloth had proven himself to Ner'zhul when the Lich King lost control of him, remaining and even contributing his regained knowledge to the Scourge.
Gorloth was a ghoul.
A skilled tactician in the Second War, he had lost everything - even his life - battling the rebelling Thrall at an internment camp. As his blood flowed freely, his final thoughts were of how his skills had been wasted, and swore revenge on orc and human both.
When he awoke, he remained with the Scourge to the surprise of all, even deceiving those of the Forsaken into brutal and merciless traps. For his loyalty, he was granted the powers of a death knight, and eventually rose to command of the Bloodfest Legion.
Though Gorloth did not sleep, his thoughts were elsewhere when a knock resounded from an enormous ironwood door.
"What is it?" he asked irritably. He did not move to open the door, nor did the necromancer on the other side - only Orlar was to know of his true nature.
"Sir, Master Orlar sends a message. He wishes to meet with you in council after he deals with some problem in the crypts."
"Very well, then. Depart." Gorloth's voice was cold iron - he was busy at the moment, entertaining his "guest."
The dwarf was bound by his hands and legs to a wicked, circular table. His breaths were labored, and marks of the plague could be seen on his skin. Seeing Gorloth approach, the stubborn being managed to choke out a jarbled phrase. "Y . . . know I . . . never talk . . . my life."
"I don't expect you to say anything," the ghoul knight said pleasantly - a surprisingly sophisticated voice. "All I care about is the look on your kinsmens face when you betray them. Well, not you you, of course." If Gorloth had been grinning before, now he was all teeth. "Now, where were we?"
Down the hallway, necromancers at work did their best to ignore the screaming.

kraz walked along Smiles the ugly. the ugly boy had gained that name over the time when kraz was walking through the camp with him.
The human worrior was angry and his head was red "thanks to you i have even more mouths to feed" said kraz
Smiles had befriended himself with 4 other kids, all halfbreeds.
An elf human kid of the age of 7 named 'Mistery'.
and a mix of dwarf and elf called 'Quick Ben', or how Value'kraz called him:'that boy that keeps stealing my pants'
'Bear' the half human tauren at the age of 9 was the strongest of the group, the last of the group whas a kid called 'Arrow' that was so mixed up that his race could not be determent.
because they where all cast out and had no names they made them up, and they seemed to have found there leaders in kraz and Smiles.
Angry and tired, because of chasing Quick ben all over the camp had they arrived at the dwarven village only to walk even further.
When they walked through the village ben and bear suddenly disappeared and rejoined them with alot of food stolen form the empty houses.
"Now we can feed your mouth" screamed bear
ben was pounding the ground with his fists from laughing.
the 2 of them laughed at kraz mockingly, the other 3 didnt get it all but also laughed along
"when i get my hand on the neck of that boy i will Break it so slowly that i can really enjoy it"
Angry tired and annoiyed he walk on, hopefully towards to death of those 4 thought kraz

A half-human half-tauren? Boy, those pandaren must make some potent brews!!

Thenaius was in his tent, brooding over the growing conflict between each side, when Karazai entered, head down. The wizard barely noticed - a rift was growing between the two sides, a broad line that seperated 'Horde' from 'Alliance'. It had been growing ever since they left Raignaton, and was starting to tear this army apart. Thenaius stared hard at a series of papers, seeking an answer within their blank content. Unsurprisingly, they yielded nothing.
"Um, Thenaius?" Karazai rapped her knuckle on the wooden desk to catch the mage's attention. It was a valuable desk - built by gnomes to be both collapsable and resizable for anyone from three to ten feet. "We need to talk."
Finally noticing his visitor, Thenaius was all too eager to speak with his kin. "What is it, Karazai? Do you have something to tell me?"
Something that could explain the deep mystery that surrounds you and the late Kol'Aronos? he wisely left unsaid.
For a moment, Thenaius dared to hope that his questions would be answered, but instead, Karazai said, "You haven't spoken, or even approached me, since we left."
It hit the wizard like a blunderbuss shot - with all the responsibility so politely "bestowed" upon him, he'd been too busy to even think of elven courtesy. He had left her alone to brood instead of trying to help her through it. Reaching into the desk, he pulled out a magic ring he'd found years ago. "Here, take this."
"Why?" she asked curiously while slipping on the ring - an attestment to the unearned trust she had in him.
"Well, I've discovered that grief and emotional turmoil tend to make the magic addiction even worse. I don't know what that ring is, but it tends to ease that addiction a little." He smiled. "Whatever you do, don't try the bottle as a solution - believe me, it doesn't work."
Karazai gave him a searching look, "Thank you," she said carefully, "but that is not why I came. I have wasted so much time selfishly grieving for Kol, when there are others who could be lost if we waste anymore time. I want to help somehow. I can fight, and cast both destructive and healing magics."
Good, Thenaius thought to himself, she's recovering - now if only I would. "Well, I was hoping to find a good lieutenant - and I think those ruffians out there would be more inclined to hear your tongue than mine. Welcome aboard."
Come on, Thenaius, ask her about her past. But he merely said, "Why don't you go spend some time in the elvish camp - you know, a little girl time with your kin?"
Karazai shrank back shyly. "I don't know if that's a good idea -"
"If you're that uncertain about going to make friends with those who would bond with you most, then I think it's a great idea. Farewell, Karazai. Perdue thel'felas."
Karazai stopped. "Ummm . . . perdue thel'felas e'thai?" She turned away, striding carefully towards the elven camp.
Thenaius stared after her. "Perdue thel'felas e'thai?" he asked himself incredulously. She could be a member of royalty, and she didn't even know the proper greetings? Curiouser and curiouser - wait, there's got to be a better word than that for it. Shaking his head, he sat back down, and began to contact Firessa.

Marco Polaris: About your new undead character. I found very nice that you made one, as I didn't invent one for the Bloodfest Legion (though the name sounds a lot like Goerath), but there is only one contradiction. Ghouls CAN NOT be doom knights, not even death knights. There are no "Ghoul Knights", as you described your character.

And who is Orlar?

Kar was perplexed by what had just happened. She hadn't even delivered the message she intended to. Being promoted from just a woman who was forgotten to an important lieutenant of the multi-race army had left her almost speechless. So much that she stumbled while trying to talk proper elven.
She arrived at the elven camp. The place was buzzing with activity due to the approaching war. The only problem with this army was that there was almost no unity, absolutely no honesty among the races and a fake harmony when they were together. It was as if they strained even to look at each other. And all these people may fall only because of a lack of values amongst themselves.
Kar watched as people walked about. Suddenly, with no apparent reason, an elf stopped in front of her. He appeared unsure for a moment.
“Good morning, lady. Are you new around here?� he asked. It was a typical opening sentence to Karazai. She had often heard it.
“No, I'm not. I've been sort of…� Kar winced, “Forgotten by everyone.�
“Ah! I think it's difficult to forget someone like you, lady!� the guy said, eyeing her curiously.
‘Oh no. I'm not ready for another heartbreak nor another serious relationship!' thought Kar. She forced a smile, “Err. I think it pretty easy to forget anyone,� she strode away from the elf, “Perdue thel'fellas!�
She hurried away to think. She knew that if she ran away like that, she would never be able to recover from Kol's death, neither to have a friend nor to have a lover. She wandered through the camp absent-mindedly.
‘When will Thenaius launch the attack? I think that Firessa has already finished her work!� she asked herself. She was ready for battle, more than ever. ‘After this battle,' she thought, ‘It'll be your turn… Tir!'
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Firessa nearly jumped off the net when Thenaius contacted her. The undead were still too close for them to move. They had to remain still.
‘Firessa? Firessa?' said Thenaius's voice in her head.
‘Hey! Don't do that now! They're still close to us.'
‘Just asking you about the situation of your mission.'
‘It went well. It's your turn to strike them. The frost wyrm is dead and my uncloakable troops have teleported to the camp.' Firessa could feel that Thenaius had a big pressure on his shoulders. She hoped that all would go well for him… and the army.
The undead were now gone, searching deeper in the forests. She shook Varall a bit and said, “We can get out now. We'll hit and run the undead until Thenaius strikes.�
“You really trust magic so much?�
“Yes, Varall, it's good to have magic on our side. You don't need to be afraid of Thenaius. He's helped us much, didn't he?�
“Yes. But I despise magic nevertheless.�
“Why then do you use it?� Firessa had noticed some magic emanating from him but he seemed unaware of it. The auras he gave all of them were regenerating and it was strange he didn't even know about it.
“Are you talking about teleporting the human and orcs?�
“No, of other things. But you can answer later. You seemed unaware of all this.�
“I never USED MAGIC!�
“Okay, you never used it. No need to make us noticed.�
Varall calmed down. It seemed to have vexed him. Firessa got down the tree and called her troops.
“Care for some hit and runs, huntresses?� Firessa asked. Varall stood silently behind her.
There was a laugh, then, they all nodded.
“That should be fun! Prepare yourselves undead!�

Why couldn't a ghoul become a death knight? It's not like I'm saying it's a common thing anyway - Gorloth is a unique case, because he has all the memories of his former life and such. He walks erect is an expert swordsman, and has served as a tactician for the Scourge more than once. Besides, maybe he just has death knight-like powers.
Orlar is the High Necromancer of the Bloodfest Legion, as told by Siroff in Dreadnought's last post.
By the way, Lord, would you like another character. We still have a Gazz Stripbolt and a Kol'Aronos (though the latter may be dead) available. Give you the chance for a little more mainstream action!

People, I will be completely internetless until next weekend.

So no updates, no nothing.

Could you please pm me the most important events (specially those who relate he undead)? I will instantly read my pms once I am online again.

Thank you in advance.

Man, I've barely had time to sit at the computer lately . . . let's see what I can come up with in the time I've got:

"There they are, boys! We're home free!"
Cheers and hurrahs erupted from the dwarves of the mining encampment, and many dwarves ran up to meeting the initial forces, who greeted them warmly - Thenaius made sure they were members of the Alliance. The mage grinned - now he could stop feeling guilty about not being able to fight the undead. Once the refugees were picked up, assault proper on the Scourge's base would begin.
Something caught Thenaius' attention as he looked upon the survivors however. For a brief instant, one dwarf's flesh seemed suddenly pale, his eyes sunken and feverish.
"Tell the footmen to be on their guard - something's not right." Thenaius approached the dwarf carefully, who smiled back - and brought his fist back in a punch.
Suddenly the front lines were in chaos, and Thenaius alone could see the truth - under disguises of illusion, one third of the remaining refuges were undead, and those who weren't were being slain just as quickly.
Thinking quickly, Thenaius called the footmen on the defensive, then began casting a spell. Within a minute, the illusion was ended, and the soldiers knew their real foe. The battle ended shortly thereafter.
But that wasn't the end of the matter - Thenaius knew talk was going to pervade the camp that the dwarves might have been siding with the undead the whole time, accepting them as brothers.
No matter the outcome, the Scourge always found a way to ruin lives.

Kraz looked at the dwarfs that ran towards Thenaius army, something was wrong he just knew it. and in the distance he heard screams for dwarfen warriors dying.
"something isnt rite" cried Smiles out.
kraz saw the mage making a gessture with his hands and suddenly there where undead crawling behind and infront of him. he made quick reflex and killed 2 with the back of his hand.
reaching for his axe he ran towards the dwarfen refugees slaying some of the undead that passed the frontline. he launched himself into the belly of an abomination and choped it wide open, a sprays of green grease and red blood filled the air as kraz tried to kill some undead before they where all dead.

walking back at smiles he counted all the undead he slain and looked satisfied
"nine" said smiles
"eleven" replied the axe warrior. "you couldnt see me chopping 2 others behind the bleeding abomination"
Smiles smiled, kraz smiled to.
"damn im beginning to like that boy"
"off to the mage. i want to talk to him" thought kraz

OOC: Sorry that I haven't been posting for so long. I was out of ideas but that should do for now. And Marco, could you do an artwork for me. It's an artwork on Firessa. The detailed appearance is atGamingdungeon . From there, enter the forums/character submissions/Arch Blades' character. You'll see a different version of Firessa over there.

Firessa was overlooking the undead base. Varall was beside her and her huntresses were some distance away on either side. This was time for some kills. Firessa took out her bow and aimed. Her target was a ghoul. As she fired the arrow which pierced through the air, blazing, she quickly drew another arrow and aimed at a different target. The ghoul's head was cut and silently rolled in front of a crypt fiend. Immediately, before the fiend had time to budge a muscle, its leg was ripped away by a fiery arrow. Next struck it into the neck and a third into the eye and then, the fiend collapsed to the floor, dead. This has happened in only a few seconds and the undead didn't yet know about any of this. Firessa proceeded to killing every single or double units she found around the base and when she finally killed them all, there was still quite a large number of ghouls waiting in front of the crypts, accompanied by an additional group of gargoyles. This was where the things became difficult. If she shot anyone of them, the undead would be alerted but she wanted to kill as much as she could before the great battle began in order to give advantage to Thenaius. She decided against the safety measure and attacked.
First arrow pinned a gargoyle to the ground; the ghouls became so excited that they banged against each other. Second and third chopped the heads of two of the ghouls, leaving them disoriented, not knowing who was attacking from where. Fourth got a gargoyle in the head and a ghoul in center chest; by that time, the gargoyles had spotted the hit-and-run team and were fast approaching. Some of the huntresses threw their glaives as boomerangs, forcing more of the gargoyles down. Sixth, seventh and eighth shot three more ghouls dead. The undead forces had already grouped and was attacking the group. Varall and the other huntresses set out to defend the night-elf Lieutenant. Firessa unsheathed her katana and, keeping the bow close at hand, she fired a fiery arch into the sky. The destructive attack hit the group of gargoyles soundly.
And overwhelming force of ghouls came next. Two huntresses had fallen and Varall was beginning to go berserk, killing any living or undead in his path with unimaginable quickness. Firessa, herself, joined the melee. She charged in, blazing like a living pyre, with her katana ready for a slash.
She hacked her way through the ghoul ranks as much as she could but her traditional strategy didn't seem to work. Another huntress fell; Varall was retreating and the three other huntresses were ready for the run part of the plan. But Firessa wanted to kill this part of the undead army first. While her normal archs and fiery slashes weren't so effective, she tried something else. “Run and retreat! I'll finish those off!� She brandished her katana forward and made her arm turn clockwise, saying, “Fire, come and aid!� A gush of liquid fire sprouted from the katana and shaped itself into likeness of the Elemental monsters. The Fire Elementals rushed into the ghouls.
The huntresses had run away to mend their wounds but Varall remained. Once again, as Firessa battled, she sensed magic about him. She felt she was becoming stronger and faster. The half-breed was fighting with a fury none knew about. One by one, sometimes two at a time, the ghouls fell before him. The Fire Elementals were also doing their jobs well. They were burning the ghouls faster than even Firessa could have with her normal attacks. Unfortunately, the undead armies were vast. Two dozens of ghouls and fiends were rushing towards them.
'Enough is enough!' Firessa thought. She brandished her katana again and created a web of gold strings. It stretched so much that it blocked the passage of the oncoming. The Fire Elementals incinerated the last ghouls of the former group just as Varall chopped down a ghoul into three pieces. “Are you ready for the run?� asked Firessa.
“Of course, yes, dear night-elf,� replied Varall, showing no signs of urgency.
Firessa sheathed her katana, picked up her bow and ran towards the forest. Varall was running away just in front of her. She turned and shot a fiend dead and then she continued her way. As soon as she was in the forest, she shadowmelded. Varall was close by. She whispered to him to come inside her cloak. And there they stood, waiting for the undead to go away.
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Kar was surprised by the sudden onslaught of this dwarven town. Peaceful, uncomfortable silence had changed to a nightmarish strife. Kar took out her spear. It had been long since she had last fought. She ran towards the sounds of war. But as soon as she saw a sample of it, she was horrified. Their army was attacking the dwarves and some of the dwarves were attacking their own kin. She gathered her courage and rushed into the battle. The corrupted dwarves were easily identified. Their skin was deathly white and their eyes had a shade of red, a sign of necromancy.
She jumped and cracked the skull of one of them in her downfall and swung her spear in a semi-circle in front of her to fend off a couple of sword attacks and to injure those who were in the spear's extremity. She hadn't lost her skill in battle for all this time…

I'll look into it when I can, Arching Blades, but right now I'm busy. We had to leave Thursday to my grandmother's funeral. We'll get back tomorrow.

Sorry, Arching Blades, but Gamingdungeon seems to be "frozen" at the moment. Is there anything else I could look at?

"Ah, there you are, master Orlar-"
"Of course I'm here, you incompetant wretch! Go return to your tasks!"
"But, Master, I am under orders to guard this portal"
"Oh, right . . ." Siroff's mind raced, "Well, consider yourself lucky. You may go take a lunch break."
"But master-"
"No more of these 'buts' from you! Now, leave!!"
"Y-Yes sir!" The apprentice all but ran from his post in his effort to escape Orlar's wrath.
Only after the necromancer was gone did Siroff let loose the breath he'd been holding. A good disguise did no good if you couldn't act the part. He turned back to the door, clenched his teeth to avoid gasping in pain from the slash in his side. It's probably infected, but that's going to have to wait for now.
Standing erect before the door, trying to look as calm as possible, Siroff rapped his knuckle upon the door three times in succession, and called out, "Lord Gorloth - I apologize for the delay; there was a - distraction in the crypts."
"I know very well about the 'delay' in the crypts - and who walked away." A spindly, long-taloned hand shot out of the slowly opening door and latched itself around Siroff's throat.
Siroff put his best effort into breathing as the hand pulled him inward - hard. Before he could catch a glimpse of his assailant, he was thrown against the far wall, then pinned by a visciously bony elbow.
"You've got ten minutes before some more of my minions find their way here. Make it easy on yourself - surrender already."
Siroff stopped struggling, and the figure seemed to take that as an admission of defeat. "Good . . . now tell me why you are - what?"
Siroff shrank until nothing was left for his assailant to grasp. A grass snake slid down to wrap itself around its opponents legs and squeezing as it grew into an enormous boa. Bone cracked, and Siroff took the opportunity to pull back, reverting to his natural form.
"So this is the Doom Knight Gorloth," he muttered.
His opponent towered a head over the human, with huge teeth and razor sharp claws. It wore full plate armor, and with the ponderous precision of the undead, drew a two-handed sword from the scabbard on its back. Though the weapon seemed to be made of a black metal, on occasional it gleamed in a distracting flash.
"Another step for vengeance," it spoke, and Siroff found himself under attack.
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Thenaius groaned from the pressure. If I ever have to coordinate and lead an army on an offensive again . . .
"Sir Thenaius, the captains are ready for your plan."
Thenaius tried to swallow his fear and nodded to the footman. Gathering up his scrolls, he headed over to the battle tent, full speed.
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting" he muttered as he slipped through the tent flaps. Steadying his breath, he spread the scroll out over the table, revealing a map of the undead encampment and surrounding, as depicted by scouts set forward to gather information.
"After listening to everyone's input, here's what I've cobbled together for our attack.
"Now, we know that most of their undead 'legions' are stored in these crypts near the southern part of the encampment - the part we have to go through first. Fortunately, I've already spoken with Gazz Stripbolt about this, and he is already on his way, tunneling below the crypts to place an explosive charge. Hopefully, the undead within will suffer heavy losses and possibly even get trapped in the rubble.
"After the explosives detonate, Glakthul and his steam tanks will take the lead, charging against the necromancers necropolis. They will be escorted by our heavy cavalry and loaded with infantry, so once they hit that building, unload and let those soldiers engage the enemy. Remember, necromancers and banshees first .
"All of our light cavalry will be moving to circle to the north of the undead base and flank them. After that, it's anybody's guess. Any questions?"

kraz ran towards the tent of the mage "dammit im to late"
all the leaders walked out, "kraz!" yelled rallick
"what is it rallick, i dont have much time" replied kraz.
"i want you to take the lead of my army"
"what...why" said kraz
rallick turned his back to kraz and showed his wound.
the wound streched from his lower back to his right sholder and looked infected
"me and my second where at the front when the undead dwarfs attacked, he got killed..." said rallick
"i see" said kraz "ill think about it."
"thanks" wisperd rallick.
rallick walked away with pain in his eyes. "ill inform my men"
kraz nodded and walked towards the tent of the mage.

Hahah Marco. You feel now how powerful is Therranor now, don't you?



Sorry not updating things. I am busy, I don't have cable, so I have to use my internet time at other things. When I come back, it will be something like the post I made about the Legions... And with that I mean, bombastic news.