A Summon too Far (RP)

A village in the Blasted Lands called Danthallom, located in the mountains right between the Tainted Scar and the crater of the Dark Portal to be close to research the wondrous summoned creatures and to the world they cause havoc in. It was founded by Kil'Jaden the Defiler himself right as the Burning legion was losing ground on Azeroth. Foreseeing a temporary defeat, Kil'Jaden sent an Eredar commander of his army, Kal'Mor, to create a small sanctuary of demonic energies. Danthallom was built by the Eredar shortly thereafter. Kal'Mor was informed by his superior, Kil'Jaden, that he would not fend off the village from the planet's inhabitants. Instead, to teach them the secrets of the warlock magic of demonology and summoning.

Days in the Blasted Lands are hard to pinpoint because of all the smoke in the atmosphere. Suffice to say, when it’s dark, it's day, and when it's pitch black, it's night. However, to combat the darkness, demonology isn't all about minions and summons. Another reason Danthallom was placed at this specific location was because of the polluted mithril veins. The mithril veins were effected by the taint of the burning legion traveling from the Tainted Scar and from the Dark Portal itself causing the mithril to transmute into different components.

Most mithril veins were transmuted into a glowing, smooth, dark purple rock being researched by the Eredar in the village. As far as they know, the rock can be used to transmit warlock energy to move or adjust people's very souls. They later discovered that they could pull these stones, or shards of them, from beings if they concentrated as the being died. After discovering the mutated mithril, more rocks began to surface, one was hard and rough with green auras surrounding them, believed to make the holder healthy just from touch. The last change noted had turned a dark oil color that emanated a flame surrounding the rock. The Eredar found a use for them rather quickly, projectiles.

The village of Danthallom soon enough attracted beings from all over Azeroth. Those who tapped into warlock magic felt it, needed to take the energy they sensed for themselves, but for what awaited them changed what they planned for their lives. Danthallom so far, is a village containing warlocks of both factions but warlocks only. The Eredar, or corrupted Draenei, have recently used the foolish warlocks in their purpose to summon an entire squadron of the Burning Legion to take the Burning Crusade right back into Azeroth. The warlocks, obsessed with the power that the Burning Legion promises, stick by their masters and fight with the Eredar to destroy the inhabitants of Azeroth and corrupt it again.

In response to the havoc, who but the Argent Dawn had taken quick notice to the spreading line of the Burning Legion from outside of Azeroth's Dark Portal. Taking quick action, the Argent Dawn set up head quarters in a valley above the Dark Portal and below the Serpent's Coil. Run by Dreanei Commander Nilius, the Argent Dawn fight back to the assault from the Burning Legion in the Blasted Lands and even into the Hellfire Peninsula.

Welcome to A Summon too Far. You can choose either to play for the Burning Legion or the Argent Dawn. I'm not going to keep this strict, but we'll stick with common sense. A Night elf, Tauren, Troll, or Dwarf warlock are very unlikely...They'd be an outcast in the village of Danthallom and the Argent Dawn HQ, but if you want that, go right ahead, it'd be interesting.

The ideal parts for the Burning Legion are any Human, Gnome, Orc, Undead, Blood Elf, or Eredar warlock and a minion of choice. But if you'd like to be different and have two or more minions out at once, or just be a minion with no master, go for it. For an interesting taste, we all know minions are like pets...owners and their pets usually look alike. For the Argent Dawn, they are made up of everyone. You may be a warlock for the Argent Dawn, but they will be suspicious of your intent and you will be outcast in their camp. An Eredar for the Argent Dawn is even higher outcast but are still allowed.

Points of interest:

Danthallom:
Hell's Mouth: The local drinking joint, although summoners and ale...good mix?...ah, who cares! Bottom's up!

Kil'Jaden's Eye: The place where Commander Kal'Mor runs the summoning processes with his Eredar assistants and teaches the warlocks how to summon beings of greater strength and potential that they didn't already know how. All for the purpose to send them straight to battle the Argent Dawn directly after they have been enslaved.

Summoner's Call: Basically, the center of town. A large demonic totem pole that the Eredar believed enhanced their summons into the twisting nether. Even current warlocks feel the power emanating from the pole that the Eredar cast into it.

Argent Dawn Camp:
Jo'Jaxx's Eatery: The eating house for the Argent Dawn soldiers run by Jo'Jexx.

The War Room: The tent where Commander Nilius and his officers discuss battle plans and strategies to combat the Burning Legion. Commander Nilius can always be found here.

Briefing Lodge: The center of HQ. There are many chairs and a wooden stage with a podium and a map of the front lines. This is where the soldiers are briefed and sent to perform the strategies developed in the War Room.

Important NPCs:

Danthallom:
Commander Kal'Mor: This red-skinned Eredar is the head master of summoning and runs the daily schedule for the warlocks and the powerful summoning they do every day to make demons fight for them in the constant struggle. He is a stern and stubborn person who demands perfection, respect, and his way.

Lieutenant Val: The female red-skinned Eredar in charge of the magic division in Danthallom. She hates titles and asks everyone to address her just by Val. Her tastes, unfortunately, travel with her to Commander Kal'Mor, of whom she only addresses as Kali, as a result of being childhood friends. Kal'Mor despises when she addresses him like a child and demands respect, but dares not attempt to replace her exceptional mastery of warlock curses and drains. She is seen as the guide of the village or unofficial leader, seeing as most the residing warlocks favor her over the commander.

Geologist Ken: Ken is a tall human male around 40 years old with shoulder-length black hair and a thick goatee and mustache. He was traveling in the Blasted Lands, researching igneous rocks and the red and purple tint of the ground. Upon discovery of the mutated mithril, he and the Eredar have agreed to a simple exchange: He resides in the village and studies the mutated rocks and in return, the Eredar are the people he reports to with his discovery of uses. He is friendly and cheerful, usually found either in his shelter house, making notes on mutated stones, or near the mithril veins, picking more off or just observing and making more notes. He likes to hum his favorite tune while he does studies in the field.

Snervy Imptusk: He runs Hell's Mouth, a Quillboar tolerated by all the other warlocks because of his exceptional abilities to summon meals that for some reason, no other current warlock can do. He is very grumpy and edgy.

Argent Dawn Camp:
Commander Nilius: This blue-skinned Dreanei spends all his time in the War Room but also briefs the soldiers with reports at the Briefing Lodge. He is a well-rounded leader that his soldiers look up to.

Sister Serene: The blue-skinned Dreanei Priest to the Naaru and doctor of the Argent Dawn. She is also the life partner of Commander Nilius and often worries that the battle is draining too much of her Commander and lover.

Gerwyn Murle: This green-haired gnome with a long, twirly mustache is head warlock of the Argent Dawn camp. He believes that the Argent Dawn can use the power of warlock magic against the Burning Legion. He is usually found in his tent in the camp and is witty and usually cracks jokes all the time.

Jo'Jexx: He's a Dreadmaul ogre from the cave near the center of the Blasted Lands that learned to be friendly and discovered a love of cooking. He opened his eatery in the Argent Dawn camp and is loved by all people.

Accepted Characters:

Danthallom:
Edgar Bonehack the war raging, fel orc visionary leader who likes to keep trinkets of his followers and is adept at necromancy.
Thyrus the charismatic, empire corrupting, black dragon in human form with a deep and secret hatred for all 'lesser' beings on Azeroth.
Nek'Mathar the seemingly unintelligent, talented at warlock magics other than demonology, undead with a loose eye, formerly known as George.
Garrett the Unmerciful the blue-skinned Felguard who plays hitman with an oversized halberd and is extremely rude and lazy.
Inda Thyris the silent exiled female Night Elf thief who appeared first in the Dark Secrets RP.
Skunk Friman the rogue warlock human from Stormwind who killed his uncle and is a former Alliance military man with an Imp minion who is long passed retired named Nuller.


Argent Dawn Camp:
Eshinra "Aurora" Bladewing the warden from Deathfall prison first introduced in A Bull's Place in the World who is obsessed with justice and order and caused everyone to hate her because she had a problem with the ogre that everyone loved.
Teldarion Rootstrider the old Keeper of the Grove who is one of the lore keepers for the Cenarion Circle and is adept at manipulating nature.
Liload Ammel the Night Elf weapon master with a bent nose who appeared in Mercinaries and has a strong hatred towards any form of magic.
Malfos the female banshee, formerly known as Sasha, that has a siren's voice with the ability to alter her calls to proper use.
Sir Richard Lawnshanks the undead charred skeleton who is a devout follower of the Light and Paladin to it's cause, to him, there is no better.
Guy Rover the holy Paladin loner from Westfall who loved his church door enough to make a crossbow named "The Judge" out of it and hates Defias thugs for the emotional harm it caused him, although he's too manly to have shown it, when they killed his parents.

Map and location:
The Red dot between the Tainted Scar and the Dark Portal is Danthallom.
The White dot above the Dark Portal and below the Serpent's Coil is the Argent Dawn's Head Quarters.
The Pink line splitting the Dark Portal represents the territories of the battling sides.


The red circle is where the Blasted Lands are in Azeroth, for those who do not know.


Minions:
For the people that need to know what these look like. I google imaged them.
From left to right: Imp, Voidwalker, Succubus, Felhunter, Felguard, Infernal, Felsteed, and Dreadsteed.

Danthallom - Early Morning

Silence, tents rustle, some people are awake, others still tired. Some people step outside, a person coughs and sniffles, footsteps are heard in the distance. Hard footsteps, quick footsteps...followed by large booming footsteps.

"DOOMGAURD!!!" The Eredar yells, running for his life. Commander is the first to burst out of his tent and confront the threat.

"Everyone, get your fat asses up!" He yells and the tents begin to rustle harder. The runner is at the entrance to Danthallom now and the massive Doomguard is not far behind. "Prepare yourselves! Finished the sign yet?!" His Eredar minions are busy drawing a large ritual circle on the ground. "Stall it..." He says to one of his officers. The officer shines purple and raises his hands into the air, two more join in doing the same. Shortly, a Voidwalker, a Felhunter, and an Imp appear from the Twisting Nether to aid their masters. They all head at the enormous beast and assault it without question.

The runner makes it to the Commander, panting. "It followed me from the Scar, sir." The Commander looks at him, then scowls, backhanding him to the ground.

"Because of this one, Breakfast will be late today!" The Commander calls out. The minions make it to the entrance, where the Doomguard stands in fury. The felhunter runs up, dodging it's massive fist, and chomps on the beast's ankle. The giant yells out and then laughs, grabbing the hound and squishing it in it's grasp and it disappears. The Voidwalker bangs it's fists together and charges as the imp trails behind. The Doomguard prepares it's flaming sword and sends it through the air in a behind-the-head swing. Not dodging fast enough, the shadowy minion is cut from top to bottom and the smoke it was made up of dissolves into the air.

The Doomguard grins, but to his surprise, something is making it's way up his tail and swings up onto his wings. he grabs for it furiously but can't reach. The Imp jumps from the giant's wings to his head and crawls onto his face. The massive beast smacks his face but the Imp dodges, laughing at the clumsy gargantuan. When he removes his hand, the Imp charges in and digs out the giant's eye. The Doomguard screams out and grabs the pesky Imp and tosses it at a tent. The tent bursts up in green flames and the Imp fades out. An Eredar flees out of his shelter.

"The ritual is ready to perform, sire." An officer says and his Commander grins. A yawn can be heard from behind the Commander and his grin fades.

"What's the matter, Kali? A little giant trouble? How sad." a female says and then chuckles.

The Commander turns around and gives a stern look. "You're supposed to address me properly, Lieutenant." He hisses out.

"Aw, what's the fun in that?" The Lieutenant laughs again.

"Then you can have your fun as you lure the Doomguard into the ritual circle." The Commander grins, but the female Lieutenant yawns again.

"Normally, I don't do work your 'Officers' are capable taking care of...but of course, they're not capable enough, are they?" She gives off a devilish smile and turns towards the giant. Moving her hands in the air, a skull appears and bursts in a green and black flame. It shoots out of her hands and hits the Doomguard in the face. It stumbles back a step, then turns to the direction of the thrown projectile, loose eye lagging in movement. It growls sharply and takes steps into the village, some warlocks flee back, others prepare. The Lieutenant smirks and sends a purple and black projectile this time, hitting the shoulder of the beast, aggravating it as it takes more steps.

"You...make yourself useful and keep it in the circle." The Commander says to a blue-skinned Felguard, laying down under a canopy. The guard waves a hand out in rejection and the Commander loses his patiance. "Get up!!" He yells and kicks dirt onto the Felguard. The guard turn it's head to face him, got himself up and raised up his arm to punch the Eredar but his whole arm shined purple and wouldn't move. The Gaurd tugged on it and snarled at the Commander but the Eredar just grinned. "Better make the most of it and just do what you love." The gaurd snarled at the Commander once more, then lowered his arm and picked up his cleaver, marching over to the circle.

The Doomguard met him at the circle and growled at the Felguard. The giant prepared another overhead swing, but the blue-skinned demon just chuckled at the amusement and prepared his halberd, swinging at the moment the burning blade came down. The halberd hit the sword with massive force, but held back enough not to break the giant sword. The Doomguard roared out at the Felguard but he just found it all amusing. The giant beast prepared to thrust it's arm foward again but stopped a second before hitting his better's relaxed face. The Doomguard was stuck in place. The Felguard turned and walked back to his canopy and laid down on his sheets again.

The Commander grinned, revealing all the warlocks that surrounded the Doomgaurd and the circle it was in. The warlocks waved their hands and staves in the air and chanted. "Hope you enjoy working for the Burning Legion yet again, beast. You'll be under our control until you fall." The beast roared out but could do nothing. The Enslave ritual was just about complete and the beast calmed down. The Commander took a few steps towards the monster and called out. "Near here is the Dark Portal that you once came out of. I want you to go to it and keep going...There is a camp of our enemies there and I think they need an early morning surprise..." The Doomguard complied and turned to the entrance, walking out, steps booming as it left. The Commander gave another grin and his warlocks scattered to prepare for Breakfast.

Argent Dawn Camp - Early Morning

People were rushing about, moving back and forth, Breakfast was already out and served and was quite the cuisine. "Did everybody get some?" A friendly ogre called out and seeing no one else who needed their portion, he called out. "Seconds will be available for those who want them!" He said as he retreated back into his eatery. Nobody planned on getting seconds, not because the food was bad, but because the portions were ogre-sized and very filling.

People were sparring and talking, preparing for the day. Today was like normal, everyone always got up at 5:00 am and was punctual about it. The discipline they had learned when in war was to always be ready for anything at any time. How right they were, as they would soon learn. One person still slept in his tent and no one took away the rest he earned for himself, normally getting up three or four hours later, he felt today was special and decided to get up anyway. A deep yawn and a back scratch and he managed to uproot. Yes, not get up, uproot. Teldarion, a lore keeper of the Cenarion Circle was among the riotousness of the Argent Dawn and was pleased to assist them. Some of them felt privileged to be in his presence, others didn't even know of him. But either way, he was where he was and he enjoyed still being of help even at his age.

He grabbed his staff and peeked out of his tent at the morning sky and gave a smile. Moving out of his tent slowly, the roots trailed like the tires of a tank, almost. He moved out and some people looked over, never getting accustomed to his odd structure. Half Night Elf, half tree, he stood proud and tall, several feet above the humans and even one or two more than the average Night Elf.

"Good Morning, Master Teldarion!" the female draenei priestess called out and brought him one of Jo'Jaxx, the ogre's, meals with some water. Teldarion smiled and greeted his aid.

"You do not need to address me as Master, but thank you, Sister Serene. Some people think I'm helpless because they hear my bark creak, but I'm not so old I need you to get my food for me. I have many millenia left in me." He took a spoonful of the delicious meal and drank some water. "But I Appreciate it nonetheless, wonderful food the ogre can make, simply lovely."

"Thank you, Master Teldarion, but I feel the respect is needed and I'm here to make your life easier on you. This war in these lands takes a toll on many." Teldarion knew all too well the truth of war and it's toll. He continued to eat.

"That reminds me, how fairs your Commander?" He asked with concern. Serene sighed and shook her head.

"He tries very hard to perform his duty and remain fit to keep his position here, but I fear it may take him too far over the edge and he will overexert himself. I just hope the Argent Dawn will force him to realize that he needs a vacation from his work, but he always refuses when they offer."

Teldarion looked over to their Commander's tent and it had officers going in and out, being busy as always. "Then let us just pray to Cenarius or the Light that this war finds an end soon." He must have spoke too soon...

Booming sounds came from the direction of the portal. Everyone looked into their cups, the water shook. A man leaned over the edge of the scout tower. "DOOMGUARD!!!" Soldiers jumped up and ran to their tents, getting their equipment and informing others. "The Legion is on assault! Get to battle stations!"

Commander Nilius stormed out of his tent and looked off in the distance, seeing the giant demon marching it's way to the camp. "Everyone get suited!! Meet up at camp edge! Make haste!"

Teldarion looked off from the small plateau the camp was on. "What in all the realms...You should head to the back and aid the Commander, Sister." Serene nodded and ran to the back of the camp.

The Doomguard was at the base of the hill at this point. Roaring, it began to run to the camp. Teldarion Raised his staff and rooted himself, chanting into his gnarled hand. His roots pulsed with energy and shot through the ground. They emerged at the beasts legs and snagged onto them, keeping him still.

The Doomguard raised it's massive sword and swung it like mad. The soldiers took up arms and ran out to the demon, "ATTACK!!!"

Danthallom - Meanwhile

"C-Commander!" An Eredar called out.

"What?! Can't it wait until after we eat. I'm Hungry, damn it!" Commander Kal'Mor yelled out in frustration.

"Rogue infernos from the Scar, Commander! They must have followed the Doomguard, sir! There must be 6 or 7 of them, we can't perform a simple ritual with that many to distract the warlocks." The brigade of flaming golems charged to the village.

"Perfect...We're going to have to fight and take them out...Get up, you lazy mongrels! Eating will have to wait! Again! We've heading to battle!"

Garrett growled again and rubbed his eyes. This was too pathetic...

Every step was calculated, every breath was regular, every reponse was analysed and stored. Yet, every joke was met with a hearty laugh, and smiles from female warlocks (OOC:witches? am I allowed to call them that?) were returned in kind. This was the way Thrysus lived now, seeming to everyone a friendly figure, but secretely planning against them.

Returning from his early morning walk, Thrysus found the camp readying for an infernal attack. He scowled, action this early did not bode well for digestion. He took his place next to the warlocks from varieties of races maintaining a slightly grim but determined face, while trying not to wrinkle his nose at the lesser races. His time would come...

But for now, he bared his arms and readied himself. Most manipulative skills did not work against the infernals, they understood one thing only "kill", you could take off both of it's arms and 1 leg and the giant would still come at you. Thier skin was almost resistant to all magic, this was a warrior's job. His role was to defend the warriors against major attacks as it often was during such times.

Logic would entail that he should allow the warriors to get crushed, in order to remove even the smallest amount of demons from existance. However, Thrysus held himself in check, the monsters would prove useful soon, so he protected them...

Suddenly, an infernal -displaying more intelligence than Thrysus believed possible- tossed aside a fel guard and drove deep into the lines. Other infernals followed, until at least 3 of them were creating a wedge, splitting apart the forces and attacking from the inside. In fact, they were almost at the warlocks themselves, 1 warlock put up a hasty shield while at the same time muttering a spell.

If rock could show emotion, Thrysus would have sworn that the infernal laughed, but it settled for simply raising its hand to crush the shield and the warlock (one of a higher rank than Thrysus) it held. Yet, the behemoth's limb bounced off the shield which suddenly growed brighter.

Infernals did not register pain, but they were subject to the laws of physics and the blow sent it flying back into others, who were shortly engulfed with warriors.

After this, Thrysus stopped paying attention to the battle. Instead he turned his gaze to his own arms which glowed slightly from the effects of casting a moderately strong spell. Thrysus could not believe it, he had saved the warlock, the human filth.

All logical arguements said the direct opposite, allowing the warlock to die would open up spot for Thrysus to be promoted to, and the commander would be given good reason once he saw how Thrysus dispatched the beast. In fact, by saving the warlock he gained no reputation (to all it would seem that the warlock simply cast a very strong shield), and in fact the casting of such a strong spell could give him away as being more powerful than he pretended to. That the human had shown Krysus kindness and had promoted & defended him more than once did not enter into things at all.

All logical arguments said that he should have let the warlock die... so why did he save him? He would have to brew about it later, he thought awakening himself, there was a battle to be fought...

Nek'Mathar heard some thumping that interrupted his thoughts. At first, he thought it was his head. But then he realized it was actually the ground shaking.

"I wonder what that could be," he thought, as the thumping seemed to get more severe. As if something was moving closer. So, Nek'Mathar stuck his head out to see what it was, and just as he was doing so, a doomguard's foot came crashing down right in front of his face. He quickly went back into his tent.

"Nearly took my head off...that would be a pain to get back on," he said.

He then proceeded to go out of his tent. The doomguard didn't seem to be attacking, so he didn't need to fear it. He went to get some food, hoping they'd serve human today. As usual, he was disappointed.

"I can never get used to a place that doesn't serve human as food," he said. Some human warlock behind him stared at him. "What, you looking to die and end up on my plate?" he asked the human. The warlock just walked away, but quickly.

Just as Nek'Mathar was finishing his meat (boar, much less rich in flavour than human) there was a cry of an infernal attack. Every warlock had to go. And yet, Nek'Mathar thought that the rest could handle it on their own. Not like he could summon any help anyways.

So he returned to his tent, and began to practice. Not summoning, but rather his more deadly, and much more useful spells...

Liload felt much better since leaving that wretched place he called for some time home. That stupid encampment was a waste of his time and efforts. There was nothing exciting going on. No battles, not even a brawl every night...every other night wasn't good enough.

Liload had been traveling for a long time. He couldn't remember how long. All he knew was that somehow he ended up at a base that was before the Dark Portal. And being promised action, he joined up with this group called....A....D... something. He hadn't been here long enough to remember the name. It was a bit dumb, that's all he remembered.

In the few days he'd been there though, nothing was happening. He told himself if he didn't see any action today, then he'd leave. And just upon request, a doomguard appeared.

Actually, he hadn't seen a doomguard in a while. A long while, or perhaps not too long...all of his memories overlapped. It was caused from living too long and seeing too many battles.

Liload leaped into action, grabbing his two short swords from the ground and heading in the direction of the shouting. He could see it as he was running towards it, it was quite large. Eventually he did get there, running into a few humans that were running away. As he did, he saw many mages and other magic users battling the demon. He almost snarled, but caught himself and instead concentrated on the battle.

The doomguard saw him rushing and began to swing his mighty weapon downward. Liload jumped out of the way, rolling and quickly getting back on his feet and running again. The doomguard was suprised at his agility. Liload unsheathed his two swords and started hacking at the beast. The demon tried to step on him, but that failed. Instead, Liload got behind the beast and grabbed onto it's wing. He got a ride onto the demon's back, where Liload stabbed both his swords into the beast. He then proceeded to climb the back of the demon by stabbing his swords continuously in steps upward. The beast was flailing, trying to get him off. When Liload reached his neck, he started hacking at it while hanging on with his other sword. Just as he was doing some real damage, some stupid nature magic bolt hit the doomguard close to Liload, and Liload's sword came out of the beast, and he fell. He rolled out of the fall, but was fuming. What stupid druid had that kind of aim? He looked behind him to see that the doomguard had fallen. He wanted to find that idiot and give him a piece of his mind...or his sword.

OOC: Okay, I'll try to rewrite my part again because, well... it sucked :|

Edgar was awaken by loud sounds, sounds of battle. He grunted as he arose from his bed and put on his robe. On a table in his tent lay his most prized objects, the skulls of his former comrades. Edgar loved lying in bed, seeing again and again their perception over what he had become. These skulls he now took and carefully arranged them on his belt. Also, on the table were two curved obsidian blades, nearly identical, which Edgar had looted from a doomguard. He sheathed the swords and stepped out of his tent.

Indeed, it was a battle, at which it seemed all the warlocks of Danthallom participated, fighting, Edgar concentrated in order to see, infernals, many of 'em. He grinned.

"A little exercise will do me good, heh."

He sprinted in the middle of the battle, to find himself confronted with an immense Infernal. From his point of view, it was about two times taller than himself. He gave a warcry and drew his obsidian blades. The infernal launched a punch towards him, but Edgar dodged it and ran up towards it's head. Upon reaching it's shoulder, the monster tried to grab him, and grab him it did. Edgar sliced it's arm, which fell to the ground.. Of course, the infernal realized little of this and turned around, making the orc lose stability.

Before he could reach the ground, Edgar saw the infernal taking a shot right in the chest and falling apart. He did not waste time lying on the ground, and quickly leaped on his feet. He looked for the one who had fallen the infernal. A tall man with black hair, handsome by his race's standards, but still ugly in Edgar's eyes, was staring at him with a vague smile.

"Human cattle!" Edgar spat and charged the infernals...

OOC: I'm kinda assuming that you didnt make the warlock Thrysus saved, yourself cause I kind of described him as different, so let's assume it's a different event.

The battle raged on, 3 infernal were fell leaving the same amount still standing. The battle was still clearly taking a toll on the demons summoned, but the infernals had not tired at all.

Suddenly the ground glowed bright, and Thrysus smiled. The warlocks were casting an enslavement spell, 3 infernals would take some energy but was do-able. The infernals were of course oblivious to this and continued to toss demons right and left. But it was all academic, the infernals could never defeat the entire horde before the casting was done... never in a million years.

But they seemed determined to try, 2 of the infernals hoisted the other on thier hands and then did something utterly unbelievable. They tossed him into the air, and not just a few meters but so high that Thysus could just barely make it out. The airborne infernal curled up into a ball, and finally gravity began pulling him down. Sparks fly and the very surface of the rock turned red as the infernal plummeted towards earth, gainning speed every milisecond.

All present swore in a variety of languages and for good reason Thrysus thought. At that height and speed the infernal could easily wipe out the entire damn circle, with all the warlocks and demons inside. Not only that, but the circle also stopped them from leaving it and stopping the spell would take too long.

"Damn it, that's a new trick" Thyrsus swore as death in the form of a flying infernal came hurtling at them.

OOC: Okay, it was a different warlock ;) BTW, I'm not very confident in my ability to continue a story, so I'll just write the orc's reaction

"Unbelievable!" Edgar murmured while watching the infernal's strategy. For a pile of rocks on fire, these certainly were bright.

He lost interest in the fight and looked at the fiery meteor as it descended towards the warlocks' ranks.

OOC: Dionesiist RPing is all about continuing a story, just go out on a limb and take a chance, it's all good. This is an RP, we cant RP if we have a set idea of what happens after each one of our posts, so just make anything up and as long as it makes sense and doesnt put other people's characters in an awkard situation, it's fine.

Normal beings would have cowered and ran away screaming, but the present consisted of either war-harden demons or masterful and composed warlocks. Warlocks did not run around screaming... ever.

A group of eredar reacted first, no doubt flying infernals was a tactic often used by the legion and once or twice someone must have countered it. The eredar began chanting complex syllables that few in Azeroth had ever heard, a few clumps of purple energy materialized above the party. The clumps spread out into thin and fine wires, glowing purple and quickly arranged themselves into... a net.

It was simplicity itself, they could just catch the infernal and make it even easier to capture. However, any mage could have done that, but the additions the eredar had made surely proved them as the master spell casters of the universe. They added a claus to the spell that would absorb the kinetic energy of the infernal, and then that energy would be used to complete the containment spell, pure genius. The infernal fell into the net, which collapsed around him and absorbed his energy, all while leaving everyone below harmless.

The ground suddenly grew much brighter and the infernals were stuck in place. The warlocks began chanting and soon the infernals were under thier control.

Thrysus was almost in awe of how well the eredar had worked thier spell... almost, but he himself was no minor conjurer. Carefully, making sure no one could trace his spell work he added another claus to the spell, subtly leaving him a "back-door" so that he could assume control of the infernals when he wanted.

Thrysus had mastered this spell incredibly, and had done this to a large amount of the summons the demons had called forth. His treachery passed un-noticed, and the commander was aldready deciding how to use this new method to repeatedly launch infernal meteors upon enemies.

Thrysus smiled for a half-second, but it soon faltered when he remembered his saving the warlock... what had happened there he had no idea, and he would have to find out.

The Infernal was caught and the rest were under control, however, it was too soon to celebrate. Another infernal was raining down towards them and had in mind to not fail like the previous one. "How?...Why is there a second one?" one warlock asked, another gave his opinion out.

"One must have been hiding on the first...or the first broke into two before it fell...can that happen?" One shrugged, not really wanting to worry about it until it wasn't about to land on them.

Some warlocks were preparing another net but Garrett was awake and pissed. Garrett took some large and heavy steps into the net surrounded by chanting warlocks. He hauled the enormous halberd on his shoulders and looked up at the raining meteor, walking right in the middle of their net, not materialized yet. Some yelled at him. "What are you doing, get out!" But he just looked up and so did they, the infernal molded it's hands into large blades from the immense heat from the atmosphere it was facing, any net, magic or not, would be cut be such an impact. The Infernal was nearing the village with a bottom of blades and Garrett sighed.

"I swear to Archimonde, I need a god damn sleep sign on my tent because I don't..." The Felgaurd hoisted his cleaver up and swung it to his side. "like...being..." He continued, holding the weapon tight and preparing to swing as the Infernal came close to the ground where he stood. "DISTURBED!!!" He roared out and swung his halberd like a baseball bat as the Infernal just arrived in front of his position, nailing the Infernal and sending it acres away. Garrett swung his weapon down and stabbed the edge into the ground, surveying the distance he hit it, placing a hand on his forehead to block what little sun there was. "Hm...not bad." He walked out of the circle and tossed his cleaver into his canopy of a tent, then walked to the Hell's Mouth, muttering if the freedom he got from this world was even worth it.

OOC: Wasn't the infernal falling from the sky caught in some magic net?

Edgar kicked a stone as he watched the battle dissipate. They had managed to outsmart the infernal's strategy and also to enslave them. Little did it concern him. He was no warlock, magic was for cowards, he was a warrior!

After that felguard had made short work of the infernal descending, there was no more reason to waste time there.

"Breakfast everyone!" a voice called out.

"Finally! I can't win wars on an empty stomach!" Edgar grunted and grinned. He followed the rest of the warlocks towards Hell's Mouth. On the way, he saw the remains of the infernal he had failed in destroying alone. His appetite began to vanquish as he remembered how he had been helped by a human. Nonetheless, he continued walking.

As he entered the building, everyone was inside. He walked towards a lone table.

"You there, pigface!" He yelled at the cook (?) "Bring me some of that boar, and make sure it's good!"

The quillboar frowned and seemed ready to punch him in the face, but he went to prepare the meal. While waiting, Edgar picked up one of the skulls he had tied to his belt and held it in his hand. He closed his eyes and could see the glory of his former battles, for the skull belonged to a youngling that had made Edgar his idol and had watched his every move.

"Ah yes, my young friend" he whispered to the skull, "how did you like this battle?"

He put it away when the quillboar arrived with the meal and lay it in front of him. Edgar uttered a thank you and began eating like most orcs do, with zero manners.

OOC: Plasma I'm just going to make the battle longer, you can end it when you like

As Liload was about to reach that clumsy druid, the doomguard stood up. Liload cursed, and remembered the face of that dumb druid. It was a young druid, probably only two thousand years old. He decided to "talk" to him later.

As he watched the doomguard, he noticed it was kneeling and swinging it's weapon along the ground, catching all of the warriors with his blade. Many humans were caught with it, two were severed in half, another half dozen were injured from it. Liload wondered where Sister Selene was right now...oh well.

He decided that he'd rather just put an arrow through the beast. But his bow and arrows were back at his tent....maybe he had time to grab them. He dashed towards his tent, leaving the others to deal with the...problem.

Garrett stepped inside Hell's Mouth and looked at the small wooden set-up they called a bar. He walked to the seat on the edge which was where he usually sat, however, a warlock and his Felguard were occupying the first two...not for long, though. Garrett had his eyes set on making them use the second and third. Garrett's steps moved to his seat where the Felguard was sitting. His footsteps were hard to miss. The smaller Felguard turned on the stool and saw as Garrett boomed his way right up into his face. The small yellow-skinned Felguard (as seen in WoW though not wc3: Link) moved his head back as Garrett growled in his face.

His gnome warlock master in the next seat noticed and encouraged his minion. "What are you letting him get in your face for? You work for me, he doesn't have anyone to back him up, stand your ground. I order it, he can't hurt us." Garrett looked to his master and nearly laughed. He was too short-sighted and must have been new. The yellow felguard growled back hesitantly and Garrett smirked, winding his arm back and blasting it like a shotgun into the side of the felgaurds face, sending him to the ground and causing him to disappear. "Wha-wha-wha...You can't do that!" The warlock got up immediately and decided to leave before Garrett did anything to him. What the new kid didn't realize is that Garrett couldn't hold up arms to any warlock in service to the Burning Legion, but minions to warlocks who didn't even care about the Burning Legion but did it for their own reasons are a different story.

Garrett sat down and smirked to himself as Snervy tossed him what he always had, some Ironforge whiskey and gin. At least the dwarves knew the right answer to life, to blot it out as much as possible for good, but sadly temporary, times.

OOC: I was hoping Vigor would get an intro post to the battle with Aurora, but I'll probably end it now.

The Doomguard roared while ropes were thrown over the large monster and then tightened, causing it to fall to the ground. The soldiers had a tight grasp and some hacked away at the hand it used to wield the burning blade. The blade was dropped and the giant was toppled and helpless on the ground.

Teldarion, witnessing the slaughter of the Argent Dawn's men, concentrated and strained harder, using his roots to grow combinations of herbs of their tips and administered them into the mouths of the injured on the ground. They swallowed and coughed, soon having enough energy to get up and limp back to base. Teldarion was glad for the moment that he helped out those injured, but he could do nothing for the poor souls who were hacked clean in half.

The beast growled at the soldiers that kept him on the ground, but it couldn't do anything to save itself at this point. Commander Nilius stepped in front of the beats face, wielding his crystalforge hammer. An arrow pierced through an opening in the crowd of soldiers and nailed the beast's other eye, causing it to bleed and the jelly that made it up to run down it's face. People looked back to see the Night Elf combat master and his aim was deadly, apperantly just witnessed. Nilius raised his hammer and sent it down on the beast's skull, putting it out of it's misery. A large splatter of blood and people jumped back but Commander Nilius turned and raised his hammer, tainted with what was left of the Doomguard's cranium. He let out a victory call and his soldiers cheered.

Teldarion let out a sigh of relief and wiped some sweat from his brow. The wind blew a cool air and people got back to their daily duties. Ever since Teldarion was sent to the post, the place had become much more lively. Not in the sense of the people, but the nature around them. Around the camp, grass was growing and trees sprouted and grew to adult sizes in a manner of weeks when it usually took decades to centuries. The green life had an effect on the atmosphere around the camp as well and the sun could actually be seen around their post. Teldarion looked over at the camp and nodded in accomplishment.