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Edward pulled from his back, a strong shield he rarely used.  He held it up and encouraged the others to try and let him block as many arrows as he could.
"Think of a plan quickly while I concentrate on blocking these arrows.  I am not sure how long this shield will hold.  I cannot think while doing this so someone will have to think of something."

[Alright, I'll finish this up fairly soon, we'll go to the city, go to war, then go someplace else, and finish this off]

Edward, Adam and Darkin slowly pushed forward with shields precured from various places, the others shoving swords between the shields. They eventually made it out of the cave, and attacked the beasts, which they quickly overcame, they seemed to become weaker as the sun rose. Odd, since they didn't attack earlier, and Killer pondered at this. They quickly packed their supplies, and headed towards the city at a quick pace. They arrived by evening, and soldiers armed to the teeth greeted them, if such it could be called, they were gruff and unpolite in their manner.
                    "From where have you come, and what is your business in Grylon?" Killer replied, since no other answers were forthcoming. "From various places, and we seek merely to pass through the city and gather supplies." The guard who had talked to them thought a while. "You cannot pass through. I know not whether I should tell you this, but we are at war. Or at least, soon we shall be. A great tribe, several tens of thousands strong, are coming to fight us, with more on the way. This city is manned only by half their number, even if we have the advantage of these fine, ancient walls, and help is far away."
                    The questors debated a while, glared at with open hostility by the guards. Killer finally gave their answer to the unasked question. "We wish to help in this war, what few men we are, if we are allowed to travel on our way afterwards with extra supplies, which we will pay for. That is, if the city still stands." The guard smiled, and replied, "I am glad you gave me such an answer, we have to capture any trespassers on our land, and we could not have let you loose in case you were spies. Alas, these are troubled times. You may get some weapons in the armoury, if there are any left, and if you need any. I doubt you will, but there are sturdy shield of oak left over. You can follow Rathfos here to it, and then report for duty. You shall be fed, I imagine."
                      They followed the being called Rathfos, a giant of a troll. They went to the armoury, and though the stocks were near depleted, it was still well-equipped with various swords and axes. "The blacksmiths must be well versed in their craft here", Killer thought. He chose for himself a short sword, unadorned and well crafted staffs had no part in a war. Rathfos startled him by breaking the silence. "You must choose your weapons quickly, we have no time to dilly-dally."

(Just pick some weapons if you want)

Dethos looked around the armoury. He found a sturdy walking axe. It was sharp and well crafted. He then went and got a meal.

Demonsul decided against taking any weapons, but before he left, a single device caught his eye. Pushing into the dark interior of the shop, he picked up a rusty device. There were many intricate parts, but Demonsul fiddled with it with an air of one who knows exactly what he's doing. After a while, there is an audible 'click'. Demonsul then stows the device inside his cloak. Muttering to himself about the state of the rust on the device, Demonsul walked out to view the city.

Edward looked at the group of enemies digging under the gate and swore.  He turned to one of the defenders.
"Do we have any oil, or anything that is highly flammable?? If we pour something like that on them, and used a flaming arrow, we could set them all on fire.  Even with those shields, they cannot defend against a raging fire."

"They're leather, leather will not catch easily" Ranraac said. "can the Mages harm them at all?"

Dethos thought for a second. Have you got any boulders for catapults? We could drop them on them.

*Ranraac pulled out a special arrow from his quiver and looked it over. It had a wide head and was extremely sharp, so much so that he kept it covered in a sheath at all times. He took off the sheath and notched the arrow.

"Firaega" he muttered, as the arrow caught fire. Taking a deep breath, he drew the bowstring and aimed carefully, then let loose the arrow.

The arrow had a large, broad head. it was weighted and Ranraac knew it could pierce some of the toughest armours from close range. Coupled with the explosive fire spell, it should prove more than adequate enough to cut through, he hoped. Only one way to find out.

Adam walked up to the gate with a massive shield on one arm and a mighty battle axe in the other, he smiled and said to the nearby guards, 'Sometimes you just gotta take 'em head on.' Calling a nearby mage he asked, 'Can you raise enough mounds of earth so that our progress till their machines can be disguised,' 'Once we get there under the cover of archer fire, we'll let our blades do the talking.' 'After all, isn't offence the best form of defence, we'll slaughter each and every single one of them before destroying their machines.'

'Before we put our lives on the line,' Adam asked the General 'Can we at least know why such a mighty war is being raged?'

Edward rushed to meet the approaching enemy and drew Purilas as he reached them.  He flipped the first enemy over his shoulder, using the momentum against his enemy.  He plunged his sword into the man's chest before kicked another enemy away from him. 
They were all around him and the fighting became fierce as more warriors entered into the battle.  Edward cleaved the head of an enemy off quickly before blocked several rapid sword attacks.  He backed up slightly as the attacks continued, brought on by three enemies trying to overwhelm him.  Edward jumped a few feet backward and threw two daggers at the enemies, striking one in the face and another in the arm.  He rushed forward and blocked a panicked slash before cutting the arm of one man off and beheading the wounded one.  He then swiftly slashed the throat of the now wounded man and looked around for more enemies.

Two more men wielding axes approached him.  Their weapons were large and one hit meant death.  The first man raised his axe over his head and brought it down towards Edward's head.  Edward jumped to the side and went to cut off the man's arms when his partner swung his axe upward from the ground, almost throwing Purilas out of Edward's hands.  Edward fall onto his back and rolled across the ground, narrowly avoiding two attacks that threw dirt as they missed.  Edward jumped to his feet and faked an attack, but stepped backwards as both axe*beep* the ground and were buried deeply.  Edward, seeing his chance, rushed forward and ran up the handles of the axes.  He swung his sword horizontally, cleaving both of the men's heads off.  He jumped back to the ground and looked around for more enemies.

Alright, finishing this thing off. I shall start a new RP in a few days.


The invisible beings were slaughtered, the ten questors(got a few more at the city) glanced at each other, not a scar was seen. Sweat trickled down their foreheads, glistening. Their breath was like fog in the coolness of the night. The flames of the torches flickered and died out. Killer marched on, the others following the faint echoes of his footsteps, pondering at how he knew the way. They followed him for a long while, for longer than the length of the castle. Twists and turns lay in the path, but not once did they veer away from it. Killer looked with delight at what he had long quested for, glowing in light of an unknown source, though all the rest of the room was darkened. A chest, of modest size, lay flat on the ground, a lock barring his way to his treasure. It did not stop him however, he touched it with his hand and it fell off. The others wondered vaguely at how he did this, but they were entranced by the chest. No mark did it bear to set it aside from others, it was but a humble oaken chest, but what it contained was beyond the worth of all the palaces of the world, every stone, every book, every person. It was lifted out of the chest by Killer's shivering hands, not of cold, but of tremendous joy. He would indeed pay back the demons of Lyponia, this small wondrous device would do it.
                   He glanced back at his fellow questors, a slight downturn of his lips visible. A single word was uttered, but it had the power of the earth. "Sorry." What could this mean? The questors were too dumbfounded to ponder these two syllables, staring at the small object held in Killer's hands. Killer smirked, he decided to at least tell the questors what would happen to them, and what had happened to them.
                    "It all began in late summer of last year. I strolled around hell, fearing the demons that lurked there. Yes, there is a hell. I could not describe the horrors of it, a myriad of words of a thousand languages could not. But you shall see, my friends, indeed you shall. It won't compare to what it was, you'll be the lucky ones. The demons will have made there way here. But first, let me continue with my story.
                     Late summer of last year it was, the leafs were beginning to brown, the lambs grew, the people feasted. They had nothing to fear, for what could harm them. What, but the demons lurking under the surface, in their struggle to be free. A certain town by the name of Lispol, full of halflings and various beings. The people were content, their crops grew, their stomachs swelled, their water flowed. But demons were coming. They stood no chance, the demons had been let loose, the town was destroyed. Slowly, town after town fell to these huge, small, hideous, beautiful, brave, cowardly, wise, ignorant beasts. The demons consumed the peoples, for you see, the demons are not beings. They are thoughts, dreams, wonders and ideas. Hate, anger, envy, lust and greed. But not all were bad. Love, kindness and others were there as well.
                Perhaps, being opposites of the afore mentioned, you might consider these to be angels or some such thing. But would be mistaken, for from love comes anger, from anger comes hate. The opposite is true as well. They are parasites, infecting beings and other beasts. It would be false to say all demons are evil though, merely that they give way to others, twisted images of their predecesors. Humans and there ilk are most affected, they have most thoughts and words, floating around mindlessly. They were always there, but in times of bad, they multiply.
                You of course know of the famine that affected the land, the drought, the bandits attacking all cities. Demons are born in these troubled times. Why call them demons, you ask? These creatures can take control of the minds of others. You may call them metaphors or some such thing, but that they aren't. The gates are open now, and it will take many years to shut the door, even if not fully. These are troubles times, the water shall dry up, the crops shall wilt, the people shall starve. These are troubles times indeed. However, you are doubtless wondering what this object I hold in my hands is. It is in fact a device to summon the creatures that were the origins for the name of demons, only once of twice seen before, dismissed as the ravings of foolish men, and you shall indeed be in hell for a while. These are troubled times."
                    With a flash and a bang, these demon creatures appeared from nowhere. There were but ten, and upon looking at the hideously deformed creatures, they fell faint of heart, but had not the fortune to die yet. When Killer looked upon the creatures however, he fainted not. Instead, he fell, moments later, blood dribbling from an open wound. Perhaps a few of his companions had seen the faint blurry outline of a staff, being swung at a rapid pace. However, let us not concern ourselves with the fate of the tretcherous Killer, who had fallen pray to evil thoughts after his homeland had been dstroyed. The adventurers did not die, they would not until their time came, for now they were transported to the halls of Templonus. That, however, is perhaps a story for another time.

Killer quit VU.

Admittedly late to ask but did Killer quite VU permanently.