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Revenge's clothes were burnt and he coughed deep into his hand, his face has smudges of black and he had a slight limp after slipping on the stairs as he made his escape
He looked round at some of the other people as they sat on wet logs in the shade of the blistering sun, only a slight view of black smoke creeping into the sky....

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Army Headquarters

"Sir, we have reports of enemy forces burning a important city to the ground" said the scout.

"What are the death totals you can tell so far?" said the commander.

"129,097 people lived there.  129,085 people's bodies were found."

"..."

"Sir, we found footprints in the forset nearby.  The 12 survivors are walking to the nearest town."

"Let us hope the enemy doesn't feel too evil and destroys that one too..."

Twelve hours later

"Sir, they destroyed all the cities in that enclosed area! The total death toll was 128,473,009 out of 128,473,008."

"So one survivor..."

"The enemy is heading for the Western Core."

"Then we need to act quickly.  Send a 1,000,000 army to attack their core."

"What of the survivors?"

"We have more pressing matters at hand. We need to repel the attackers before we can start a search party.  They will have food.  The city they were heading for had a secret stash of food enough for 2,000 exhausted soldiers and seconds.  They have enogh food to last until we send search parties.  As for now, move your armies here and send another forces right above them.  We also need to secure our core too.  Their attack force is strong, but lets hope we can hold them off until the other forces reach them.  Zeta, have mercy on us all..."

Capital City - The High Command

"You summoned me, Sir?"

"Yes, captain. Have a seat. As you may have heared, we where attacked by an unknown force. They have massacred several of our cities. Saddly, only few inhabitants survived. I want you to take a cavalry cohort a search for them."

"Which unit am I to command, Sir?"

"The Storm Cohorte! Now go! Find them and bring the here. They hold valuable information. Dismiss!"

Capital City - North Gates

The horsemen streamed on from the city. They assembled on the plains in front of the gates, next to the road to Arken. A horsman came through the gate. He was wearing a black tunic with a silver eagle on his chest, black leather boots with silver spurs and a black cape from which the hilt of a sword appeared. He rode to the front of the detachment.

"Men, the city of Arken has fallen. We are to find the survivors and bring them to safety. I must confee to you that I do not know what awaits us. We may perish in this search. All those who do not wish to come with me are dismissed."

No one moved from the ranks.

"Very well them! We move!"

The sounds of one thound horses galloping was heared in the city. The Storm Cohorte was riding to save the survivors and only Khorol knew what was in front of them. May the light of Khorol shine above them and they return safely with the survivors.

Enemy Forces HQ

"Master, they plan to attack us with a pitiful force.  They sent their best forces to find the survivors, HAH!"

"They will not make it, we already sent a force to attack them. One of them has information that could change the tide of the war!"

'Where are we to attack?"

"The Northern Wall.  There are less defences there and they expected us to attack the Southern.  Also, when did the messenger get to the capital?"

"He gave me a message that he just got there."

"Good, we will bargain our information about the wall for them to forget about the survivors.  Mwahahahaha!!!!!!"

*Evil, cruel laughter is heard through out the entire building*

The refugees heard clashes of steel and cries of pain. They were not far, and instinctively they sent a reconnaissance party to see what was going on.

The party returned later, apparently from the Arken-Capital road, a mere dirt track through the Green Divide. At least half the rescue party were slain. And the road had been...disguised? The enemy had gone to great measures to ensure that the refugees cold not tell which way the road progressed. They were still hopelessly lost in one of the most dangerous expanses of rain forest on the planet.

Their only help at this point were the elves who lived in the Divide. They apparently had an outpost nearby as some of their (disguised) signposts had been recognized by the few elven refugees...

High General Cephorus Septim IV sat in his chair, at his desk, reading the reports on the attack. He got up, went over to the sink, and washed his face with cold water before going and sitting down again. Another man walked in.

"Hello Antonis", said Septim.

"Hello Cephorus", said Antonis.

Antonis was a Colonel, and was one of Septim's greatest friends.

"Have you read the report yet?", asked Septim.

"Yes I have, it is what I came to talk to you about...what are we to do about the attack on the capital?", asked Antonis.

"I want every soldier from the attack on the small town brought here, along with the refugees, the soldiers are to be put under my command. I am going to take them and infiltrate the ranks of the enemy, weaken them from inside...", said Septim.

"Yes sir...", said Antonis.

Antonis left and Septim sat back in his chair.

Army Headquarters

"So, you're the messenger from the enemy..."

"What?"

"Why are you here?  If you do anything to harm us, I will cut you in half."

"We wish to give you information about are attacks."

"What for!?!"

"Nothing."

*hands the file to me*

"Leave, and never come back."

*reads file*

"What a load of trash."

2 hours later

"Sir, we have great and grim news from Captain Delran."

"They have found enemy battleplans and have sent us a copy."

*reads file*

"So the messenger did tell the truth.  We have a change of plans now."

"Also, the force the captital sent to find the survivors have been attacked and barely have 75 men."

"Did they defeat the enemy?"

"Yes, the force of 2,000 men were killed."

"And that force we had only had 150 knights."

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"You are dismissed.  I need to think over what needs to be done."

*general leaves room*

whatever, like it matters...

The soldiers were galloping through the forest. Their destination was near - the city of Arken. They stopped in the forest and changed their clothes and equipment with the ones they took from the enemy, in case someone would bump on them while they were scouting the area. The captain took a squad and head for the outskirts of the city to investigate, while the others were searching for tracks in the forest.

Two hours later, when the hole units assembled, their findings were little: the survivors, a arround 2000 men, women and children fled to the forest. Their tracks went deeper into The Great Divide. It seems that the Cohorte had to split up into smaller units and search for them.

Just then, a horn cried from the city. Their presence in the area was known. They spurred their horses and rode into the depts of the forest.

[Well, then someone should try to be the elves.]

[I am sory Arvious, but I don't quite understand. Can you be a little more specific?]

[Aha... and my mission and caturing of their plans was a hard blow for them. Do they know about their missing plans? I mean, their spy informed them?]

[I cannot see the map, and I am still in The Green Divide, with enemies on my tail.]

[Can you try and update the map so I could see it?]

*The group stoped in a clearing, they were all and accounted for. They needed some time to rest and regain some strenght. The enemies were far behind but still in pursuit. They set up camp and deployed a few scouts and sentries. An eagle started to circle arround the clearing. Delran raised his hand and the eagle landed on it.*

"You are still with me dear friend! I have a job for you. I need you to take a message to the High Command."

*Delran took a pencil and some parchment for his backpack and started to write.

"To the High Command,

I have found evidence of the survivors in the Green Divide. I am tracking them down, but I am on the run. Enemy forces are on my tail. I have made some scouting activity in the area of Arken. The enemy is gatherring large numbers of troops. The attack on the Capital City is about to begin."

He rolled the parchment and tied it to the claws of the eagle, then set him loose. The eagle circled arround the clearing and then head off for the Capital City.

The soldiers readied the lunch and all started to eat. After eating some took a nap, but they were awaken by the others. The scouts and sentries saw the enemies closing in a alerted the camp. In half an hour everything was packed and all traces were erased. The men mounted their horses and set spurrs on them. Again they were on the move, heading depper into The Green Divide.*

[Arvious, is the battle taking place near The Green Divide? Because if it does, be sure that you will have a surprise if I do not find the survivors.]

It's a mile away from the center of the green Divide, where you are.  YES THERE IS A SIGN-UP LIST.

Man, you could of messaged me...

This always happens...

*leaves looking sad*

hmm ok
sounds more reasonable than what i said really...

Okay, no more battles!

*Comes back in*

Army Command

"Sir, some mage is reversing time."

"Oh no!  We must sto..."

*time reverses to the point when the city was burned*

"Sir, a band of rogues burned a town.  There were only 13 survivors."

"Seems unlucky."

*grabs paper and quill*

"Send this message to the Stom Cohorte."

"What is it about?"

"We need to find the survivors."

*Arvious IIII and his messenger leaves*

Note: NO WAR UNLESS DEMONSUL SAYS SO!!!

Mr. Demonsul Report 1/23/2008 1:39:54 PM

[thanks, it took me all of a half hour to write. I know, I'm wasting my life, blah blah blah...] The smoke from the ruins of Arken still befouled the azure sky. Demonsul was just sitting in the clearing where they had established their refugee camp, thinking. He was lucky to be alive. Their nameless enemy had come from nowhere, swarming the walls before they had time to react. Demonsul's shift had been at that point, but luckily he was only taken as a prisoner. Even more luckily, the stupid platoon that had captured him had stationed themselves too close to the city wall, and an ember had jumped to their tent, giving Demonsul a chance to escape. A chance he had taken, and ended up here. [Oh, and I nicked the picture off photobucket]