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Nobody saw it coming, but it came...the old God Mastros and the two remaining Gods, the God of Creation and the God of Air. They caused it all...

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Septim sits upon his throne as the God of Time, Chaos, the Elements, Creation, and Destruction. Three men approach his throne. One an old man, beard down to his knees, the second a simple looking builder, and the third a winged demon. Septim rises, knowing who they are, to smite them, but the air god shoots an arrow at Septim, diminishing his power to his mortal level, which is still quite substantial. The winged demon becomes the God of Elements, the builder becomes God of Creation and Destruction, and the old man regains his position as God of Time. Septim is approached by the three Gods, but Septim still has a trick up his sleeve. He turns into a mighty white dragon.

He uses his remaining power to stop Mastros from freezing time and flies off. The God of Elements pursues him, walls of fire chase Septim, but Septim evades, waves rise thousands of feet, but Septim uses his fire to evaporate the water. The God of Elements attacks Septim from behind, but Septim turns and uses his massive claws to throw the God of Elements to the ground before flying off into the portal to the mortal world, where the laws Mastros had set long ago prevented him from using his powers there, but the minions are a different story.

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Septim flies through to Erabor to be greeted by Validus.

"Father! What is wrong?", asks Validus.

"The old ones have returned...", says Septim.

***

Oceanus is again the last haven for the creatures of this world, dwarves, humans, Serpentians, Drakonians, orcs, monkeys, and trolls all flee to Oceanus. The limitless hordes of demons, mermen, harpies, and gollums destroy all in their path to make way for the rule of the Gods.

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Come as you please...it seems the world is in a pickle once more.

You start with an army of five hundred unseasoned warriors, twenty mages, three airships, a hundred unseasoned rangers, and twenty five riders. Each town liberated gives you men, this is resistance, not takeover. After each attack return to the thick walls of Oceanus.

Septim and Validus wait for more people to come. Topal's men arrive.

i will join if i can aswell.

*Xerxus sits in the throne of Mightaria.*

"If only Septim had listened to Might. He told him it would happen...."

*Xerxus watches as the hordes of demons charge into the empty capital.*

[[OOC: That's fine...]]

Septim, in his ruined and tattered white robes, looks at Erunion.

"I see now that it was not meant to be for a mortal to become a God...I am still of some use. I may be nearing eighty, but that improvements nothing. I the only human capable of morphing into a dragon, and can use the Power of the North. I also have my blade, Firengard, which is quite powerful, but in my now mortal hands it's power has diminished from when I held it as a God..."

Erunion was in accord with Xerxus.
"Septim, you reached for the stars, grasped them for a time, but got burnt. You were told that he who reaches for the stars would stumble over a straw, but you failed to listen. Now we pay for your mistakes."

*Xerxus stairs at the frail old human trying to look scary.*

"Don't be ridicules...."

[[OOC:

Name: Cephorus Septim IV
Age: 78 1/2
Race: Human/Drakonian
Height: 6'
Weight: 185 lbs
Melee skill: Grandmaster
Magic skill: Grandmaster
Crafting skill: Grandmaster
Archery skill: Grandmaster
Tactical skill: Medium
Smithing skill: Grandmaster
Current mood: Depressed

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Name: Jonas Topal
Age: 41
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue
Blade skill: Master
Magic skill: Medium
Tactical skill: Master
Crafting skill: Poor
Smithing skill: Medium
Archery skill: Medium
Current mood: Enraged

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Validus Septim
Age: 30
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
All skills at medium except blades, which is master. And tactical, which is high.]]

A blade suddenly goes through Septim, blood drips from the blade as the life of Septim is extiguished. Septim falls and the blade comes out, the man then chops Septim's head off. The man is revealed to be Topal.

"That is for my wife and children you dirty scoundrel!!!", says Topal in rage that fills his heart.

Validus walks up to his dead father and takes his Drakonian ring, he also takes Firengard and turns to Topal.

"You have killed my father!", yells Validus.

"He deserved it! He caused the death of my people!", says Topal in rage.

"I don't care! He was my father!", yells Validus, "That is no reason to take his life!"

Validus charges at Topal and attacks with Firengard. Topal uses his blade, Deathstrike, to block. A duel ensues.

***

Septim rises, nothing is upon him except for the tattered remains of his white robe loosely around his legs. Chaoticus approaches Septim.

"Welcome to the void...", he says.

The other vanquished Gods surround Septim, and Septim picks up a ghostly Firengard from the ground.

Septim uses the ghostly Firengard to deflect the blows of the ghostly katana of Aquos, he then turns and kicks Chaoticus, he catches Chos, Chaoticus's shortsword, and stabs Firengard into Chaoticus's chest, Chaoticus's ghostly form disappears and Septim turns to slit Destructos's unguarded throat, he then rolls under a fist from Earthos and deflects Aquos's katana once more, he stabs Firengard into Aquos's chest while using Chos to block a blow from Firos. Septim throws Chos into Earthos's eye and picks up Destructos's hammer, he smashes Earthos, and Earthos disappears. He turns to Firos and attacks with Destructos's hammer, but Firos blocks and kicks Septim in the gut, Septim falls to the floor, Septim uses the Power of the North to recover and sweep Firos's legs from under him with his leg. Septim then jumps up and chops off Firos's head. Septim yells to the dark sky above and Airos appears, in true form.

"I expected them to finish you off...I guess I will have to, there will be no running away this time!", yells Airos.

[[OOC: Might, those were apparations made by Airos to trick me. They were actually mortal soldiers that had died by my hand...Airos is for real though, this is not his realm...so I should stand a small chance of ESCAPE...]]

Septim runs towards the edge of a cliff and jumps off into the fiery abyss below, he lands on a harpy, Septim grabs the harpy's head and snaps it before jumping off onto another harpy, on this one Septim uses Firengard to cut off the wings and he binds them together using magic and uses them as a makeshift parachute, Airos throws spikes at Septim, and Septim uses the wings to dodge them, though one hits him in the leg. Septim reaches the bottom and sees the thing he was looking for, a gate to the mortal plane. He runs at it and jumps through. Airos's rageful roars are heard behind him.

Septim feels an icy sensation crawl down where his spine should be, he feels his head roll across a hard floor, his neck felt like ice as the veins and spine connected. Septim felt whole. Septim rises and looks around, he sees his son at odds with Topal, and Erunion trying to split them up. Septim whispers something and Firengard flies from his son's grasp into his own, the Drakonian ring also flies right onto his finger. Septim's wounds are healed, the bloodstains remain, but the wounds are healed.

"Validus, your father is not dead, merely sleeping", says Septim.

[Septim, that made you look/sound SO EMO! Not to mention you look like Jesus :P]

*Xerxus sighs and picks up Septim.*

Septim turns into a dragon and flies away from the mentally unsound demon.

[[OOC: I am good at STICK FIGURES...not real guys...]]

[[OOC: The elven continent sort of went into the ocean, only few remain, you can come with thirty dark elves, the last of your race...]]

[[OOC: You are crossing the ocean to wherever you can rebuild your lives, which just happens to be Oceanus, the last stronghold in the resistance against the Gods...]]

The Dark elven lifeboat landed ashore the pure white sandy beach of the province of Oceanus. Apart for their weapons and armor the survivors of the great battleship 'Harlequin' had landed upon the heavenly island with the barest amount of items and utensils to assist them.
Every citizen of the Dark Elf society was and are highly trained soldiers.

"So it has come to this has it..."
Salaracen stood on the beach looking out onto the ocean, his clothing a very unusual color against the landscape of the white beach and the tropical greenery.

The Dark Elf people followed the road that lead to the mighty walls of fortress on the island.
 

Salaracen is surprised by the question given.

"We are strangers to the politics of these lands, we do not understand... is there a war going on that sides must be taken in?
I am sorry, my *language name here* is not very good"

"<Erusion>We are mortals, so we are with you yes? May we stay here in these lands?"

All of the Dark elves had got themselves together and now stood in a tight bunch with puzzled faces behind Salaracen for none of them could speak Erusion for it was forbidden to learn the languages of lesser races, only scribes and political leader could learn other languages than their elven one...

Somewhere within Oceanus...

A man walks down a dark hallway, his footsteps are muffled as he strides silently. He comes before a large double-doorway and opens the door. Within the chambers is a dimly lit room with no windows. Inside sat a man dressed in black clothes with golden trim, he was observing a map, look up he nodded, "Lieutenant, thank you for coming. Are the letters to the rulers ready?"

The lieutenant stopped and nodded his head, "Yes sir, of course. Though are you sure on this course of action? We have kept our coffers full doing what we have been doing, and we aren't as exposed to much risk."

The guildmaster listened to the words and then nodded, "Yes there'll be more risk, that's why we're charging what we are. Still, there'll be many that'd sign up for the payout we'll offer, and it's for a good cause.. if we can make a sum of cash for it, so much the better. Send out the messages.."

The letters read as follows:

To all the rulers of the 'free' lands:

Greetings,

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Guildmaster Lorenzo Drake of the Crimson Shroud. I've come to make an offer to all of you all. It seems, that in the fight against the demonic hordes, that you need as many men as you can get ahold of.  I have men, and I have ways to make their lives... 'difficult'.

For the services of my men and I, we will be charging a fee. Prices are as follows:

Information - 1,000 gold pieces (or whatever the currency is) per question  answered.
Supply Raids - 20,000 gold pieces plus we keep the plunder.
Assassination - 50,000 gold pieces per target. (For use of high-level targets, enemy rulers, etc.)

Bear in mind that while the prices may seem expensive, my men and I guarantee the results that you're expecting. To seek us, look for one of my agents within the Fox's Den Tavern near the port of Oceanus. He will serve as my medium and I look forward to doing business with you.

Signed,

Lorenzo Drake - Guildmaster
(A red wax seal with a symbol of a cloak is on each letter)

[[OOC: You start with thirty high elves, and when the continent of Xerillia went beneath the ocean, the dark elves, high elves, and wood elves held a strong alliance...]]

Septim walks up behind Shinigami.

"Sending us letters? Wanting to profit from war and chaos? Oh well, we could use your help, and if you're wondering how I found you...I have my sources...though the only high level commanders the enemies have are Gods, Airos and Creatos...there is a demonic General by the name of Sherigar-Hasphat, he was my best when I commanded him, so I will pay you twenty thousand now and forty thousand when it's done...", says Septim before disappearing into the shadows.

***

Validus looks down, and back up at Vineraven.

"Your race was crippled, now it shall be rebuilt, here...if you wish, help us in our battle, but I'd rather all of you survive so that your race may flourish once more", says Validus, "Though I'd wish the hostility towards Erusians will never resurface..."

Septim walks back to the main base on Oceanus and over to Jonas Topal's tent.

"Topal? You in there?", asks Septim as he walks in, there he finds Topal on the floor, with his wrists cut, blood oozing across the floor. Emperor Jonas Topal is dead. Septim remembers when he first met Topal, a great warrior and tactician and as happy as could be, now a cold, dead, corpse on the ground. Septim picks up the suicide note.

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To whomever finds this,

I have forgiven Septim for what he did...it wasn't his fault. I can, however, no longer live upon this planet without my wife and son, so I am sending myself to the void to be with them...give my command to whoever finds this, I don't care if it's a slave...give it to them...

Signed,
Jonas Topal

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Septim folds the note up and walks out, he goes to the Headquarters and presents the note.

"Emperor Jonas Topal is dead...this note and his corpse are all that remain. I also have news from a Drakonian scout that the Gods are launching an offensive...so we'd better prepare..."

Fine, We'll work with the Dark Elves...for now..

Lorenzo and 20 other men arrive on the shore of the mainland under the cover of night. From the trees a single torch's flame. The band of archers moves into the trees and meets the contact.

"What is your report scout?"

The scout douses the flame and takes a swig of his waterskin, "Sir, that general you mentioned is indeed on the move. It seems that they're fixing to mount some offensive against the island. It's a pretty large force, more than the guild could take if we fought them toe-to-toe."

Lorenzo nods, "Of course, which is why we never do that. Have the mages gone on ahead?"

The scout nodded, "Yes guildmaster, they're working on the spell  now."

Lorenzo grinned, "Excellent, let's see if we can infiltrate this army and strike at its heart."