RP Story

Beg pardon? Could you clarify?

I mean, the Doom Knights generally.

Yeah, very unpleasant fellows - really tough combatants, and they don't always bathe either.

Okay, then. I'll leave Thenaius alone for now - let Kraz catch up to him so I can finally figure out what the heck he wants.

Siroff scrambled like mad as bolt after bolt of death coils shot after him. He rolled into what looked like a kitchen - until you noticed the bloodstained table, wall chains, and wicked assortment of excessively pointy carving tools - and with a quick jump positioned himself over the doorway, sword poised to slice off the Doom Knight's head.
He caught movement below - Curse this darkness! - and swung heavily, only to stare at the severed neck of a skeletal warrior.
"Now, now, that was a dirty trick."
Siroff turned towards the voice - how had Gorloth snuck past him? - and tossed a pouch at his assailant, which promptly exploded into blazing fire. The Doom Knight flickered, then ceased to exist. It was an illusion!
Suddenly a hand wrapped itself around Siroff's neck, and a deadly chill began to settle over him. He felt very heavy, and dropped to the floor with a thud.
Gorloth stabbed into his chest, right at the heart - and then pulled back before the blow would be fatal.
"You didn't think it would be that easy to die, did you?" it laughed, kicking Siroff across the floor.
Siroff would have tried to answer, but then another voice dropped in unexpectedly.
Siroff? Is everything going okay?
Kol'?
No, it's Thenaius.
Thenaius! Siroff latched onto that voice, the only thing keeping him conscious as his foe delivered cut after cut. Are you guys almost here?
Half an hour away, unless you count Gazz.
Something stirred in Siroff's mind, Where is Gazz?! Tell me!! He could feel himself being picked up.
He's down in the crypts - setting up explosives. Why?
Call it a last resort. With that, Siroff shut off contact with the wizard. He struggled with the paralysis holding him, as he was dropped onto a table.
Something stirred within him - a question from an old ally. No, I don't need your help - yet, he responded, and it turned quiet, satisfied.
Suddenly everything came back into focus - perhaps Brylverax had lent her aid after all. He was on the examination table, and Gorloth stood over him, muttering some dark, complex spell. Not gonna happen, Siroff thought, and planted his foot in the Doom Knight's face for emphasis.
Gorloth fell back, cursing, as Siroff lept off the table and darted towards the exit. Already, he could hear the Doom Knight behind him, quick as a cat.
Barreling through a pair of necromancers, who fell back in surprise, Siroff continued his desperate sprint - towards the crypts, and hopefully towards a solution.

hihi sorry. just checking if you even pay attention to me :D seems like you do :D
well lets get started then.



"Strange" said the robed figure that was Thenaius "a moment ago..."
"Yes kraz i was thinking about you, how long would it take untill he will barge into my tent" said the mage with a smile.
"i have a comment and a warning" said kraz who was standing in the middle of the tent
"ill take the warning first then" replied the wizard
"grhmf. The choice of a mage"
"there is an orc assasin here in the camp that is assigned to kill you" wisperd Kraz
"what!!" yelled the mage "not again"
"you had this bevore then?"
Thenaius explained that he was almost attacked by an orc in the mids of the battle with the undead dwarfs but that the orc was struck down by an undead.
"I see" siad kraz "but instaid of killing assasins or avoiding them with your anoiyng luck we could go to the root of this"
"You meen killing or sending the orcs away?" asked Thenaius "we cant do that we need them"
"I know that, i meen killing the one who is responsible" said kraz.
"Wouldnt that start a riot?" said the mage "they wont like me when i kill a sibling of them"
"No ill let the warlord kill him" said kraz
"That easy?"
"That easy"
Kraz walked to the exit
"Who is it that want to kill me?" asked Thenaius
"Drakra the orcish shaman. he manipulates the warlord to give the order"
"Has he tried to manipulate you?" was the second question of the mage
"Yes but i see through those things. both magic and charismatic" siad kraz.
"The effect of leading" Commented the mage
Kraz turned around and faced the mage
"you have it to. but not of an result of leading but as an result of high magic"
The mage looked at kraz with a strange look
"i lead with fear and magic, not with trust and loyalty"
The human warrior nodded
Kraz walked away and said "The comment is that i am taking the lead of the humans in this army"
The tent opened and the human warrior disapeared in the sunlight


sorry. hope you dont get mad but this is my opinion about your char. hes freaking cool but as you have said bevore he is not truely the leader type and all the other races except dwarfs and elfs are scared of magic and magic users.
thats why they all use shaman, druide and voodoo powers. just wanted to show it in the story

tossie out

Uh, hate to intrude on that, but weren't you elected to lead the orc forces a while ago? I have a little trouble understanding some of that post - could you do a little work on your punctuation? (no offense intended)

On magic, the races that make the most of it are humans, high elves, blood elves, naga, and some gnomes and pandaren (at least if I'm reading these Warcraft RPG books right). Most other races are simply wary of it - night elves, tauren, and furbolgs consider it a corruption.

And Arching Blades, the site you wanted me to look at now seems to be toast for good - is there another reference you could give me?

Well, back to Siroff:

Siroff rushed around the corner - he knew he hadn't lost his pursuer, nor did he want to. Almost there! He dashed under an archway - right into a pack of ravenous ghouls.
The creatures were quick, encircling the intruder in a mass of rotting flesh and fur. In the midst of those foul undead stood Gorloth, sword poised to kill.
"You didn't think escape would be that easy, would you? The Lich King gave me the supreme loyalty of the undead - my whole army rises against you!"
He lept down on Siroff, but too late - with a word, the human shapechanged into a falcon and took wing down, into the crypts.
Changing back, he could hear his pursuers rushing in after him as he darted from room to room, searching for his ticket out.
A bony hand gripped his ankle pulling him down suddenly. Siroff almost skewered the creature, until he saw Gazz Stripbolt's face.
"What are you doing here?!" the goblin asked.
"No time! Detonate your charges! Now!!"
"You crazy!" Gazz shouted, "We'll be killed!"
"No we won't." They were running out of time - Siroff could hear the Doom Knight's heavy footsteps, his taunting calls. "Just do it!"
Shrugging, Gazz pulled a detonator out of his backpack and pressed the button as Siroff started to grow.
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Thenaius mused quietly about the human's comments - he'd known that his magic had been a handicap, but the only thing keeping him in control. Much as it was part of any wizard's life, Thenaius did not enjoy being feared. The marshaled forces of Raignaton stood on a hillock over the undead base, ready to attack.
Desperate to put his mind to other things, Thenaius mentally called upon Firessa. Are you ready to flank the base?
Almost in position - are you okay?
Huh? What do you mean?
You seem a little - subdued, somehow.
I'll be fine - saving your worrying for your soldiers. Now was not the time for self-pity.
Methias, you can break off attacking the force behind us.
Thenaius? . . . Easier said than done. We're surrounded, though luckily not spotted. I can call off our attacks over here, but we won't be joining you anytime soon.
I see. What's the casualty count?
Sixteen - but they've been mistaken for "locals." We'll be fine.
Nodding to himself, Thenaius turned around to face Karazai. Searching for words to explain his complex dillema, he could only say, "I need to speak with you later."
Maybe she can watch my back.
One thing left to do - Gazz -
A huge explosion shook the earth beneath his feet. As the army stirred, they could see a great cloud of debris below - right where the crypts had been.
Gazz . . .?
Whoah! the goblin exclaimed mentally, That was nasty, Siroff! Goblin is NOT what's for dinner!
Siroff?
Yeah, it's me, Thenaius, the human replied. Sorry, Gazz, but it was either spend half a minute in salamander's mouth, or get vaporized by your own explosives. Thenaius, consider General Dead-guy back in his tomb.
Good work, Siroff. Now let's get this assault started proper!

Ehhhrrrmmm... orc forces??? ever heard of a human leading orcs???? thats stupid.
They wouldnt even look at me or even hear me out. they would probebly just laugh at me :D dude im maby a strange char dude thingy but i can be realistic.
nah man. rallick was the human leader. drakra and the warlord where the leaders of the orcs.

And your right.... im gonna take some courses on the internet about writing. :D
just started writing when i joined this tread, and im not even english and im a dislectic.... sorry.

be back soon

No problem, I understand.

OOC: Sorry that I haven't been posting for so long. I was just couldn't because of my time table schedule. Time to update…

Firessa received Thenaius's telepathic message just as the undead were going back to their base. Her huntresses had just contacted her too. The initial hit-and-run team had been degraded from eight to five so Firessa had to be careful.
“You know, Varall… There's not much and orc can do in a situation like this. You'd be better with Thenaius,� said Firessa slowly. These kinds of missions weren't for orcs. This mission required an amount of shadowmelding that orcs would never have.
“You know that I don't like him. And I also have a question for you… I know from previous experiences that night elves do not appreciate magic. They despise it, like me, from what I heard or read in the past. Then why, Firessa, why do you use it or even like it?� Varall looked at her questioningly. It was time for her to reveal more of her past to her friends.
“That,� Firessa began, “is something that reaches back to my origins. It is something that I have hid from even my brethren.�
“And am I lucky enough to have asked at the right time?�
“I think yes. I think it's time for me to reveal myself… my true nature…�
“Then reveal it. I don't fear anything of you. Not that I have a reason to…�
“Yes, indeed. It's something that could change many things if someone knew. I was…� An explosion erupted and the booming sounds of it made the entire team jump and face the direction from whence it came. The ground trembled and almost made Firessa fall.
“Seems there'll be no time for my tale! The signal has been given. Siroff must have either finished with his business or he had some trouble with it and we better check it out!� Firessa said.
“The inner defenses have been broken,� said Varall, looking down at the base, “You can infiltrate the base while I try to attract as much attention to myself as I can. But it'll be difficult.�
“Can you put your dislike for magic aside and let me use some on you?� Firessa asked jokingly.
“Yes, I can. I think I'll need it and I trust you on not cursing me. But be quick!�
Firessa took out a wand from under her cloak. She tapped it thrice and waved it towards Varall. She did that three times and some moments later, there were four Varalls in front of her. Then, she unsheathed her katana which secreted the same red hot liquid as before. Two Fire Elementals were there in a second.
“Use your new troops well, orc.�
“Good luck to you, night elf.�
“Huntresses, follow me.�
Firessa ran away and chose a site of choice to shadowmeld. Behind her, Varall charged into the spirit towers of the base. Countless undead went past the hiding place of the night-elves, towards the orc. As soon as the way was clear, Firessa entered the base unnoticed. She went in direction of the crypts…
OOC: Hehehe… That adds to the mystery of my character. Who wants to know about her past? And Marco, instead of directing you to another site, I'll slowly input a new appearance to Firessa. And Tosso, I'd just like to say that you're doing quite a good work in the RP in spite of your situation. Thanks to everyone for having kept this thread alive. I'll be out for some more days from now. Just warning you. Err… Count's not here yet?

Kar was preparing herself for her new job. Being a leader didn't seem to be easy from what she saw from Thenaius. The latter had already prepared the introduction of her leadership within the elven armies. She had been digging in her bag for several minutes now, searching for something.
“Scrolls… Potions… some magic rings… a dagger…� she muttered as she searched through her backpack, “Wands… tomes… some bread… water… and oh!� From the depths of her bag, she withdrew two orbs. “The orbs the priestess gave Kol and me after we aided Firessa…� She whispered, remembering her love as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. One was green and the other was blue, Orbs of Venom and Frost.
Recovering, she set the orbs aside, near her spear. Then she continued to go through her search until she found it. It was a ruby. She put it to her ears and underwent a ritual…
Thirty minutes later, she was standing in Thenaius's tent. She heard cheers and warcries outside. Being an elf, Thenaius held the respect of his kin.
“…But it won't be I who will lead you to battle!� shouted Thenaius. Sounds of disappointments were heard.
“I am not a warrior, but a mage. It will not be my friend, Methias, either. It will shall be the one who will get out of my tent.�
‘He's starting to get charismatic…' thought Kar.
“You can come, Kar.� said Thenaius telepathically.
The elf walked forward, out into the sunlight. ‘Boos' echoed.
“This woman is far stronger than she seems. Respect her and you will survive…�
The introduction was going well. Soon, Thenaius calmed the elves who came to accept Kar's leadership. Hopefully, there will be no mutiny. Thenaius then left her for other important matters. It was the first time that she would command.

OOC: That was a bit rough for Kar's situation, huh? I'm not very good at describing political problems…:)
Who wants Kol? I have an idea in head for his ‘revival';) You may already have guessed by now but please, if you have, let me reveal it…

*Kzzt*: Copy that, Arching Blades. I'd already started a sketch of my character when you made your request, but I messed up the face and had to start over. Over :*Kzzztk*

Thenaius took it all in, for missing a detail could spell the end. The cavalry troops had left to join Firessa's squads. Heavily armored knights and kodo beasts surrounded him at both sides. Ahead, the teeming swarms of undead wavered back and forth like a tide. They seem disorganized, confused. Things looked -
A sudden lurch nearly sent the wizard flying off the steam tank.
"Careful!" he shouts at the dwarven pilot, who waves his hand negligantly, intent on his target. Grumbling, the wizard hoped he wouldn't die of motion sickness as the siege engine rumbled, roared, and sometimes bounded the distance to the undead base.
Then he remembered that the steam tank didn't quite plan on stopping.
Cursing the dwarf, Thenaius lept out of the tank, an already-prepared spell allowing him to slip gently to the ground. The tank ran headlong into a ziggurat with a thunderclap, nearly knocking the wizard to his knees. Gingerly, it backed out of the hole it had created - only to plunge again headlong into the building. Thenaius could hear the foundations shattering.
Around him, troops unloaded from their respective tanks, ready for combat. Facing living targets, the undead were all to ready to fight back, and the two conflicting forces crashed against each other.
Thenaius scanned the area for particularly disastrous opponents, and for his comrades, though he would be aware if any of them were in peril. He saw a cluster of necromancers gathering to cast some dark spell, and promptly launched a fireball at the group - not the most original strategy, but certainly effective.
Dark shapes flew above him - Destroyers! The demonic constructs flew in a tight wedge formation, aimed dead straight at the wizard. Their dark, leonine head snarled from atop a human-shaped torso, followed again by a feline's body and feathery wings. The lead destroyer slashed the air in front of him with his sickle, creating a wave of negative energy that arced at Thenaius.
Thinking quickly, the wizard conjured up a shield of energy - onely to have it sucked dry by the first blast, leaving Thenaius vulnerable to the successive strikes. He groaned as he felt his life drain away supernaturally, but for now, he would live.
Something hard struck his back, to little effect. Stumbling, the wizard turned quickly and blasted the sword-wielding skeleton with a bolt of purple energy. Well, at least my robe's enchantment perservered, he thought, returning his attention to the destroyers.
They had abandoned their formations, instead choosing to circle about Thenaius lazily, like a flock of vultures. Seeing his attention, they resumed firing their magic-sucking waves.
Thenaius cast a quick incantions. Suddenly it was one of the destroyers on the ground, getting pelted with negative magic, while Thenaius fell slowly from where the construct had been a moment before.
Confused, the other destroyers could only watch as their brethren was sucked dry, crumbling into lifeless onyx stone. Looking around until they spotted their prey, they dived at the mage, loosing their dark magics all the while.
Two of the creatures crashed into the ground, unable to pull up in their surprise as Thenaius remained untouched. The remaining pair withdrew to the sky, understanding that their foe had tricked them with an illusion. Quietly, they scanned the battle for signs of the wizard.
As it would happen, Thenaius was busy enough already, stuck in the center of a pack of ghouls. He only barely got his defenses up before some night elf archers loosed a volley of arrows from a nearby ledge - ghouls fell left and right, but Thenaius remained untouched.
As another wave of ghouls advanced towards him, he was suddenly swept up by a team of armored cavalry. "We can't have our beloved general so close to the main fighting, can we?" one knight joked at the mage.
Thenaius grinned - apparently he'd made an impact on some of the sergeants under him, after all. He had no time to reply, however - he could only hold on as the knights galloped past a crumbling building. The steam tanks are doing their work well, Thenaus thought, as the surrounding area was enshrouded in debris.
Unfortunately, the undead weren't done yet. A pair of abominations greeted the knights as the dust cleared, cutting deep into the first few warriors with their giant cleavers. Reacting almost instantly, the knights backed off to encircle their foes, leaving no escape.
Hopping off the flanks of the warhorse that had carried him this far, Thenaius saluted the knight before casting another spell. The ground beneath the undead constructs softened instantly, catching the abominations in a pit of unyielding mud. Confident that the knights could finish this battle, Thenaius turned away -
- and threw himself to the ground to avoid blast after blast of negative energy.
They've found me again, he thought glumly, eyeing the two destroyers circling above him. Running to take cover behind the broken ends of a wall, the wizard almost had his head sliced off by the skeletons within. He jumped behind the skeletons, using them as a "human" shield from the destroyers' attacks, and began muttering another incantation. By the time the last skeleton was a pile of withered bones, his spell was complete.
With a scream, one of the destroyers was yanked from the sky by an invisible hand. It landed on a meat wagon - hard. As shards of bone, wood, and stone went everywhere, Thenaius surveyed his last foe.
The destroyer, snarling, came at Thenaius in a zig-zag pattern intended to lessen its chances of being struck by an arcane bolt. The creature's strategy, while clever, did it little good - at the last second, Thenaius conjured a wall of swirling blades, and the unfortunate beast was torn apart despite its stone-like substance.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Thenaius turned back to the battle - there had to be some necromancers left, and he doubted they were being helpful.

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Helisius smiled at the creature that was seated at the far end of the room, trying to hide his nervousness. Not only would Tyr have his head if he knew the psychic was dealing with clients besides himself, but Helisius was baffled at how impenetrable his companion's thoughts were. To his knowledge, the only creatures that were insusceptable to psionism were nerubians and - no, best not to think it.
Instead, he spoke to the "human" warrior in front of him, doing his best to sound coy.
"I've heard you are looking for someone, Ronarreth?"
"Do not waste time with me," Ronarreth said, in a commanding voice, "Tell me what you know."
Licking his lips, the human considered. "I know that the mage you seek was once a member of the Order of Tirisfal - and I also know another member of that order, and where to find him."
The figure grew more persistant. "Tell me where!!"
"Right now? He fights undead near Raignaton. However, he will move soon, and you will need my abilities to find him."
A dark dry laugh broke from Ronarreth's lips. "You have a . . . vendetta against him."
"What?! How!?"
The face darkened again, disdainful of the psion, "Fool, any man who can read a face would find yours but a picture book. Your mind is well-defended, but your body speaks volumes you do not realize."
Desperate to cover his surprise, Helisius countered, "That doesn't change the fact that you will need me to find him!"
"We shall see," the glowering form said quietly.
"I can assure you that this man - elf, rather - can readily find the mage you seek." Helisius took a deep breath to calm himself, though he did not know why.
"His name is Thenaius Featherweave."

sorry i that im late had to drink and feest on some festivals.
i did think about this topic tho. so heres my post.

hope my head still works after those seeming millions of beers :D

Kraz was standing in the human command camp, rallicks personal tent.
while rallick was explaining the war tactics to the squad leaders kraz was taxing them, looking for the weaker ones, something he learned from his master.
"Kraz will ride with the heavy cavalry and take the lead" said Rallick.
"An axe is no weapon on a horse" said the cavalry leader "he will be useless"
"He is there to make corrections if the undead..." rallick didnt get any further because kraz lashed his axe in the wood of the center tent pole.
the dwarfen incraved axe started to tremble, the tent was almost collapsing.
out of a sudden the axe returned to kraz who had his spear infront of the cavalry leaders face.
"Dont question my fighting skill" smiled kraz.
The cavalry leader smiled back
"i think that awnsers your questions" said rallick "soon you will go to war"
rallick grasped at his wound and fell on the ground.

Kraz was mounted on a horse, something he hadnt done in a long time.
it felt good, the wind in his face and riding the hills. He almost forgot that he was running on blighted ground.
he could feel that his horse was scared.
"dont be afrade" he wispered.
"he isnt the only one afrade" said the knight beside him. "i have battled 2 times now. and the undead still scare me" the knight continued with a face that had fear written all over it.
Kraz smiled and told the knight that he coudnt even remember how many times he had battled with piss outside of his blatter and inside his boots.
"i thought i smelled something when we rescued those dwarfs" said the knight with a faint smile.
"My piss exeeds the smell of rotting corpses" laughed kraz
They continued laughing for a short while.

When they reached the undead camp a eery feeling made kraz have gostbumps.
his dragonscaled armour, that wasnt build for riding a horse, was cutting the blood flow to his legs. this made Kraz grumpy and he had stoped talking to the jongster a long time ago.
He was flanked by 2 knights who looked like veterans and made him feel save.
Big scaled wars were one of the things he tried to avoid. but this time was different. Kraz felt like he had to do it, fighting the undead.
He saw the wizard jump out of a dwarfen tank witch ramed into a ziggurat.
Kraz wasnt the only one to see it, the Orc shaman Drakra was also looking at the wizard.
The human warrior saw the shaman giving an orc orders.
the orc then ran of to the wizard.
"Hes gonna kill him" cried kraz. "you to" he pointed at the veterans.
you flank the wizard with 50 meters between you and the mage.
"yes sir"
"only help him when he is in real trouble."
"yes sir"
"remember he is a mage he can take alot more then us" said kraz while he was holding his axe in attacking position.
"Yes sir"
The too knights rode off.
"the rest of you. do what you where supposed to do" said kraz "i will join you later"
Kraz ran towards the wizard who himself was batteling multiple enemys.
“he is good� thought kraz. “glad to be on his side� he wispered.
The human axe warrior knew what he needed to do, he took his spear and launched it toward the orcs head, a direct hit split the orcs head in five, blood and brains splatterd into the air.
The stench of blood, piss and rotting corpses where thickening the air and made it hard to to take a breath.
Kraz was looking around to find the orc shaman.
He saw the shaman a few meters awar from the wizard, Drakra was holding a scroll wich he was reading. A dark and vile steam surrounded the orc shaman, when the steam was blown away the orc was gone, a large skeleton took his place and was walking up to the wizard.
Sadly the wizard was occupied and didnt see the skeleton, that was Drakra, comming.
Kraz knew that he was to late and stood there watching the killing.
The skeleton his sword flashed and hit the wizard only te be bounced back.
Thenaius turned and raised his hand, a purple stream of magic disintegrated drakra.
"That was to easy� said kraz and he gave his horse a command, it started running and kraz was off to the heat of battle.


thats it. used some of you ideas marco. i really liked that he got hit in the back. made it look more.... real. tried to set our storyes together just for fun...]

C ya... hope this was a little bit better story.

Hmmm . . . that time table must be REALLY busy for Arching Blades, I suppose. Nice interweaving there, Tosso - but a shame that Drakra was so easy to kill.

Well, in the interest of keeping this thread going . . . let the battle continue!

Thenaius was tiring - he knew it, the necromancers knew it. The wizard had spent too much time aiding his allies while searching for the undead spellcasters, and now he had little energy left to fight. It was all he could do to hold his defenses together against the repeated blasts of magic.
And the hordes of skeletons didn't help, either.
Time to call in the reserves , he thought, pulling a scroll out of his vest. Trying to keep his attention stretch between the scroll and his opponents, Thenaius knew he was slowly being driven back by the skeletons, and had to get back in range. Taking a chance, he ducked under the first pair of skeletons, dodging their blades and getting close enough to the necromancers just in time to finish the spell.
A bolt of lightning arced across to the first necromancer, then the second, then the third, until only a smoldering pile of corpses remained.
Unfortunately, Thenaius had no time to congratulate himself, surrounded by masses of skeletons. He raise his arms in a weak defense as the first sword fell -
It never hit. A blur of fiery silver slashed through the undead, cleaving a wide path that Thenaius was quick to follow, loosing a fireball behind him to "discourage" pursuit.
They stopped atop a large hill, long enough for Thenaius to say, "I thought I recogjzed you outline in that blue, Firessa."
She nodded, though even this was done with speed.
"Firessa, how are you going so fast?"
"Wel,IDidHaveToAddAFewAugmentations,Thenaius-"
The wizard heard, but he did not believe. "You used arcane magic?!"
Or is this just some cruel joke?
Firessa took a moment - her movement slowed to its normal speed, the fires of immolation went out. "Yes, Thenaius, I did. I'll explain later. First . . ." She pointed west, where the largest abomination Thenaius had ever seen burst out of the rubble of the crypt. Ghouls swarmed out of the hole, eager for bloodshed. Already Kraz and the knights were charging the reinforcements, and thenaius saw Varall moving in as well.
Suddenly Thenaius felt very weak. He knees gave, and he fell to the ground with a moan.
"Thenaius?" Firessa knelt down beside him, scanning the mage for signs of injury. She found one - a deep slash down his right side, covered from view by his thick robes.
"Oh, man, Thenaius - that looks bad." She pulled out a vial of fountain water, pouring it down his throat. It slowed the flow of blood, but the wound was too great to heal completely. As Thenaius slipped into delirium, she did her best to bind the wound with strips of his used scroll - the robe simply wouldn't tear. "Thenaius? Can you hear me? Thenaius! If you see a priest, call to him, okay? Okay?"
". . . sure, my little love trinket . . . just let me . . . get on some pants . . ."
Deciding to ignore that last part, Firessa dashed off to the battle, shouting back to Thenaius, "Remember to get some healing!!"
"Healing? . . . got all the . . . healing I need . . . right here . . ." With exaggerated caution, Thenaius pulled a wineflask out of his robes and began to drink.
Behind him, Drakra dispelled his spell of invisibility, and prepared to strike.

hmm.... well ill PM arching blades. owyea i must compliment you with your drawing i have started a month ago and i hoped you could give me some tips. (sadly my scanner is broken so i cant show you anything)
whats your msn???

welll lets kill some undead. well i normaly hate chars that wont die/wounded.
so ill let mine get really fucked up in battle :D maby let him die and resurrected or something. well lets just write some.

With his axe fliyng through the air kraz was helping his knights standing ground. the seemingly endless mass of ghouls where surrounding them. for a short moment it went to hopeless but then a horde of orcs ramed the ghouls in the flank, hacking and slashing ghouls until they reached the surrounded knights.
kraz looked at varall they both nodded and went on hacking the undead.
"this isnt going well, we're lozing this battle slowly" thought kraz when the second knight got slashed in the throat.
kraz started yelling at the knights and orcs "The ones that get out alive get double pay!"
the orcs and knights started yelling and cursing and fought even harder.
An abomination ran through the orc ranks crushing five or six orcs.
varall turned and smashed his fist in the abominations face crusing it so that splinters of bone pierced the brain. it made two steps and fell on his back covering a bunch of ghouls.
kraz was looking at it and was impressed but much time he didnt have 4 ghouls had there rotting arms and legs aroung his horse.
The poor animal screamed and fell on the ground, breaking kraz his left leg when it hit the ground.
"shit &^%$(& horses, NEVER trust them!!!" yelled kraz with pain written all over his face.
one of the ghouls was slowly crawling over kraz his body who himself was trying to get the horse off of him.
the ghoul now hanged his head in kraz his face. the mouth opened
"relaxsss, little human we wont kill you, we have far more greater things planned for you." said the ghoul. "Our lord has chosen you. you should be glad"
Kraz pissed his pants.
"how qiute, we will have to get rid of that character flaw"
Two more ghouls grabed kraz his arms
"fear is for those mortal not for us"
two other ghouls started eating the horse away. blood was pouring out of the horse its body and mixed with kraz his own.
"We will grant you great power, immortality fear will be something of the past"
kraz was lozing a lot of blood thanks to his leg.
"How about that" said a lich behind the ghoul. "the strong kraz, glad we could stop you bevore you make to much damage"
"I will kill you LICH!!!" screamed kraz.
The lich laughed and raised his hand and began a ritual.
kraz his torso began to burn and the ghoul ontop of him began burning.
the burning ghoul cut kraz his chest open with one of his nails.
A scream came out of the humans mouth but no-one could hear him because he was surrounded by undead.
The hand of the burning ghoul reached inside kraz and pulled his heart out and passed it to the lich.
kraz his body was shocking but he lived on because of the ritual.
"Dont worry you wont be alone, he have plans for that mage friend of yours, he is even more trouble then you!"
suddenly a flash of blue and white danced around kraz and 5 small figures showed themselfs.
Kraz his sight was foggy but he could see that the undead where fighting. strange small figures.

The five kids jumped through the portal mistery unknowingly made
They saw that kraz was lying on the ground and seemed to be ripped open.
mistery fell on the ground, when he hit it he made a large shockwave jumped out of him.
Only the lich and the burning ghoul stood there ground, the weaker ghouls where all blown away.
"what is this" screamed the lich "why must i be interupted by little childeren"
Arrow fired a shot at the burning ghoul, right through the eye. the ghoul fell on his back and screamed
Bear and Ben ran towards the lich, ben took the heart and bear slammed the lich on the ground.
"enough of this" siad the lich "you will die!"
he began weaving a spell to destroy the 5 kids.
mistery got of the ground and grabbed the heart out of Quick bens hand and rammed it back inside kraz body.
when mistery pulled his hand back it was glowing yellow light.
his hands felt like they where on fire.
The light spread and covered kraz and the little kid.
Then the light disapeared and kraz was back on his feets.
Without thinking he jumped at the lich and riped the head off.
Still without thoughts kraz grabbed his axe and ran into the ranks of the undead.

sorry i wrote to much. just cant stop having fantasies about everything and nothing. to much fantasy's in my head.

OOC: Ah! Finally some time to type in some new pieces of story. I think what I wrote will be long enough… Anyway, thanks for your patience and perseverance to keep this thread alive. I got little inspiration from my muse lately… Marco, if I ask you to do a background, do you think you'll be able to do it? You surely saw my background contest thread, didn't you?
Firessa ran away from Thenaius to fight again. She had been fighting mindlessly since the beginning of the great battle. Except for the time when she helped Siroff and Gazz get out of the crypts which were blocked by hordes of ghouls, she had thought about anything but killing undead. As she battled, a lich passed by her.
“… can't get the human, we'll get the elf!� He shouted as he flew past her.
‘Oh no! Thenaius!' She whirled around, taking out her bow. It was then that she noticed Drakra leaning over the elf. “Damn those traitors!� She let an arrow fly. It caught Drakra in the shoulder, who staggered backwards. With all the magic she had filled herself with, she should be fast enough to get back to the mage before the lich reached him. She ran and time slowed. The battle surrounding her seemed unimportant to what might happen to Thenaius. Drakra had already hurt him with a sword in addition to the already deep wound. Then she stumbled.
She crashed on the floor with a thud. A ghoul was on her in a second. Firessa was angered, so much that the heat in the surroundings intensified. She planted a fist into the ghoul's ugly face followed by a crushing kick.
“How dare you trip me?!� Firessa planted another burning fist into the ghoul's face. The night-elf was beginning to warm up dangerously. She resumed her race, knocking the lich in the process. When she reached Thenaius, he was struggling to breathe.
“Priests! Shamans! Anyone! Come to help him!� Firessa hopeless made him drink another vial of moonwater. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. ‘If Thenaius should die, what will I become?' It was then and only then that she realized that she loved the elf more than anyone.
A shadow rose behind her but she hadn't noticed anything. A wave of nausea suddenly hit her, along with a hard knock on her head. She rolled on the blighted ground due to the violent shock. As she did a kick-up, she noticed a fireball moving towards her. Fortunately, it flew past without touching her, burning a few strands of her hair. And there she stood, facing her opponent. She had completely forgotten about the latter.
“What did you think?� asked Drakra as he withdrew the arrow, malice in his eyes, “You probably thought you'd get away like that! Well, you're not!�
“You will feel my rage!� Firessa unsheathed her katana. She was sweating but not from fatigue, from the heat she was radiating. Anger built up and further increased. There was a thunderstorm inside her.
A priest and a shaman came to collect Thenaius to heal him. Drakra let them; he didn't seem to think that he would survive both deadly injuries and besides, he was concerned with a night-elf for the moment.
“History is repeating, Drakra! You're like the Horde's traitor, Gul'dan! You lust for power and you would even do the worst things for it. You deserve to die!� Firessa said.
“Oh but that's all I ask, night-elf! That's all I ask…�
Action began. Firessa fought like never she had. She slashed Drakra across the chest as he tried to freeze her. She stabbed even when Drakra electrified her. But neither of them was mortally injured even if they were both weakening quickly. None of them gained advantage for a second. She backfliped away from Drakra. And as she faced him again, an unbelievable hatred flared.
‘Beings like he should not live!' she thought.
‘You're well right about that, darling!'
‘Stop using your powers, Thenaius! You're diminishing your chances of survival!'
‘And you should stop using arcane magic. This is not healthy for the Kaldorei!'
‘You don't know me.'
‘I'm afraid to confirm that magic is and has always been better suited to Queldorei than Kaldorei.'
‘What you just said confirms what I said. You don't know me.'
‘What are you telling me?'
‘That my origins are not pure!'
Drakra set the rhythm again and so they continued.
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Rivulets of sweat flowed all over her body. ‘Firessa, please calm yourself! This heat is unbearable!' Kar decapitated a fiend and turned to survey the battlefield. A lich flew past the blazing night-elf. She assisted the whole scene leading to the battle between Drakra and Firessa. Then she decided against just watching. She turned to the lich. He was performing a ritual over a fallen captain. Quickly, she threw her spear at the lich and set into a run. She had never been quite a good shot, however. Her spear hit a nearby ghoul. Nevertheless, the lich went on with his ritual. She jumped into a flying kick which caught the lich right into the chest, knocking him down and interrupting the ritual at the same time. In her hand, already tightly held, was the orb of frost. She took into assault the ghoul which extracted the heart of the captain. With a single punch, the ghoul froze and shattered. Kar put the heart back to its place and fetched her spear. The lich was back on his skeletal feet.
“Hahaha! You, elf, have no idea of what waits for you. Your orb won't have much effect over me!� said the lich.
Karazai ran and cut him with the end of her spear. “You should talk less and fight more!� With those words, she hit into the robes of the lich with the backbutt of her spear. This proved to be a fatal mistake. As she plunged the spear into the robes, she felt a sudden drop in temperature. But it wasn't the surrounding temperature that fell, it was her own. She had been frostbitten. She immediately jumped off the lich to avoid knocking against the frost armor again but again she felt frost covering her body. The orb in her hand didn't help. Instead, it worsened her condition. Pausing for a moment, she weakly reached for her backpack and placed the orb in there. What a mistake she had committed again! The lich threw a ball of sick green substance into her stomach. She was pushed into the air violently and landed to the same way… violently. Her head ached, her hand was bruised and her skin was still pale from the frost. She was now disarmed; her spear was in the middle of the distance between them, along with her backpack. She dived for it hopeless but she wasn't fast enough. The cold was overwhelming her senses. She was slower than ever.
‘Err, Firessa? Could you become even more angry?' she thought jokingly but immediately, though, she sensed new warmth sweep over her. She glanced at Firessa. The latter was standing still facing Drakra and a moment later, the battle resumed fiercer than she had ever seen. The frost melted quickly as the heat increased. Kar dodged a flying ball and unleashed a side kick at the lich. He backed a couple of steps. Kar picked up her spear and launched herself into the battle once again.

Hey, Arching_Blades! What's been going on? A marriage? School? Some kind of camp?

Thenaius tried to stay with the fight, despite his condition, but he was losing consciousness quickly. No!! He fought against it, struggling with all his strength, but he continued to slip into darkness . . . And the cleric finished lighting the last candle. "Alright, you may all come in," he intoned to the group of people waiting outside.
Thenaius rshed inside the tent, over to the grim table, to gaze upon the paladin ewho had treated him like a son in the short ten years they'd known each other. The man's face,which had once been peaceful and scerene, was now contorted in shock and anger. His armor had been polished and mended, but a tell-tale scar unveiled the event for every one. His hands, cold and lifeless, were folded over his chest, still gripping the warhammer he had cherished in life.
Thenaius couldn't take it anymore. He turned away from his fallen friend, trying to hold back the tears.
"You were the one who found him, Thenaius," Brakstone noted. "Did'ya see anything?"
"Did ye see who did this?"
Thenaius turned to the dwarf, stunned, and started to say something. But then Arethon caught his eye, fingering his newfound sword - a dark blue sword that pulsed with energy.
Trying to quell his terror, Thenaius spat out, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Quiroff chimed in. "Do you meanyou didn't see him?"
"Y-yes."
"But you did see him."
Thenaius froze, then turned his head slowly towards the dead paladin. But the paladin was no longer so dead, though he wasn't alive, either. The eyes stared at Thenaius, the darkest black, as the revenant continued speaking.
"You saw him then, and you see him now. Say something!"
But Thenaius just stood there, unable to move, to speak.The spectre growled.
"You think you should fear the slayer - but I will teach you to fear the slain! Say something!!"
Atill Thenaius could not speak. With a roar of rage, the fallen paladin brought down his hammer on the mage with deadly force snapping him - back into consciousness.
A priest stood over him. "Today is not your day to die," he said, his voice oddly deep.
"What?!" Thenaius blinked.
"I said you were lucky to pull through, esteemed Archmage." The priest sounded normal now, though he spoke with a grimace. "If I may, sir, I shall remove myself before that foul orc takes off my head!"
Thenaius blinked again - had it only been a few minutes? Then he saw Firessa and the orc Warlock Drakra engaged in a deadly game of dancing blades. The air around Firessa intensified in heat, and she projected her thoughts unwittingly.
Beings like he should not live! she thought.
You're well right about that, darling! With that, Thenaius shot a bolt of lightning at Firessa. Instead of striking her, hoever, it wrapped around her like a shield. Drakra hesitated, knowing that spell too well.
Stop using your powers, Thenaius! You're diminishing your chances of survival!
And you should stop using arcane magic. This is not healthy for the Kaldorei!
You don't know me.
I'm afraid to confirm that magic is and has always been better suited to Queldorei than Kaldorei.
Firessa lunged at the orc in a decisive series of cuts and slashes, What you just said confirms what I said. You don't know me.
Thenaius hesitated. What are you telling me?
That my origins are not pure!
As always (when sober) Thenaius began considering this tidbit immediately. Well, that much would have to be true, since even a taste of magic "taints" any night elf with some of a high elves' physical qualities, although the appearance remains the - But that's not what you meant, is it?
He never got an answer. Drakra muttered out a spell, and for all Firessa's rage, she felt herself becoming slowly encased in ice. Grinning. Drakra lined up for a fatal blow -
And was pummeling away by an astnishing series of hail stones, as if all the force of a blizzard had been concentrated on one orc. NO!!! She is NOT going to die! Thenaius didn't understand why he felt so strongly - he only knew that Drakra had crossed a dangerous line. "Hey, demon-kisser!" he shouted, "You're obviously tired of fighting with fire! How about playing in the cold!!"
The orc jumped to his feet. Daring to take a glance at the struggling night elf before turning back to the wizard. "No, not her," Drakra decided. "I was sent here for you. I don't leave jobs half finished."
What? He was sent? Thenaius had no time to ponder the implications - Drakra lept like a lion at him, his sword suddenly ablaze with energy.
Fel energy.
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"Get down closer! How am I supposed to time these things correctly when I can't even tell which side we're on?!"
Siroff sighed to himself - how did he get talked into this? If I fly any closer, arrow fire will tear us to pieces. And if you don't know which side we're on, then you've spent too much time wrapped up in your gears!
"You know what I meant!" Gazz argued. "Wait - never mind, I've got a target. A big abomination. Really big."
I SEE it, Gazz. You don't have to go into every detail. On wyvern wings, Siroff swooped over the giant undead construct. Reaching into his backpack, Gazz began pulling out bombs and dropping them with an eerie disregard for those below.
That's it? Aren't you even going to aim?
"He's a big, BIG fellow, Siroff. Besides, who's gonna get hurt if I miss?"
I don't know, maybe . . .OUR OWN MEN!!!
"Alright, alright. Geez, keep your fur on." Gazz rummaged through his backpack while Siroff continued to circle the giant abomination.

EDIT: Did you see Thenaius' pic? If I did Firessa, the format would be similar. I don't know if I'm all that handy with backgrounds, and in any event, it would be black and white with pencil.