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[errrr...Septim. That would never happen. And erm.... hes called the "HellGod" for a reason. Hes a GOD. You are a MORTAL. GL! Xerxus still doesn't consider you a demon. Wanabe.]

*Delran needed a week to prepare his forces for a march against Essilia. He firstly need to restore the numbers of the Imperial Legion to 4,000. He chose 1,000 humans, elves, orcs and tigarians who seemed to be slightly better in battle skills than the others and had a different kind of thinking. In the Legion you had to be tolerant to the others beliefs and you need a quick thinking or else lives may be lost. He send some of his men to search for horses and meantime, had the veterans of the Legion to train the new guys. After the return of the men sent after horses, Delran had 6,000 horses to use. He quickly assigned 4283 to the Legion and their officers, 500 as pack-horses and the rest to other officers.

The order to move-out is given and 22,000 men march into Essilia, covered by 430 fighters. A week of resting and training did wonders for this force. It wasn't the group of ragged liberated soldiers who were freshly freed, they became once more the elite fighting force known as the Imperial Army of Erabor. And at it's core stands the Imperial Guard Legion, the cream of the elite, trained in all kinds of warfare, battle hardened in the wars under the Emperor.

This impresive force marched into Essilia, and using most of the tactics that helped them in Welliar, almost all of Essilia is liberated in one week. All that remains is the capital.

Now the army commanded by Delran, gained 18,000 more soldiers from the liberated cities. All that stands in their path now for the complete liberation of Essilia is the capital. The army now laid siege to the capital. The demons, knowing what happened to their comrades from other cities remained within the safety of their walls. But they didn't knew the powers of the oposing general.

After a week of siege, Delran inspected all of his troops. The presence of The Imperial Legion there was an inspiration to the men and a boost for the morale. Because of that, his men were enthusiastic and because the soldiers of the Legion thaught most soldiers some of their fighting skills. Also, during this time, Delran sent some of his men to take any horse they could find.

Delran deviced a plan and showed it to his officers. They all agreed to use it. At the cover of night, the Imperial Legion embarked on the fighters, along with 2,000 more soldiers. Delran shielded the fighters and they set course for the capital. The fighters could not be detected by any demons unless they would strike one. The same was for the soldiers inside them. The fighters deployed the men into the central plaza and then took altitude and started to bombard the capital, the exploding potions being directed by magic so that they would not harm their own men.

Covered by Delrans spell, the men proceded towards the gates. There, the entire army awaited, splited into groups to cover each gate. At Delrans signal the demons guarding the gates were masacred and the gates opened. The army poured into the city, and the fighters stoped the bombardment. In one hour the capital was in the hands of the Imperial Army.

After the liberation of Essilia, Delran made camp for a week to give his soldiers some time to rest. Also the men sent after horses returned with 60,000 horses. Delran keept 23,000 horses and sent 1,000 men with the other horses to bring them to Might.

Now Delran had an impressive force of 43,000 cavalry and 430 fighters, loosing only 1,000 men during the whole operation, plus the men sent to Might. The next step is now the province of Erabor and the Imperial Capital itself.

Delran reported to Might by magic.*

"Sir, I have liberated Essilia. My forces have now 43,000 cavalry men. I have sent 1,000 with 15,000 horses on the way towards your position. In one week I will march into Erabor. The base of operations will be established west of The Capital City of Erabor, between four towns, so that we may be able to link up very fast with the forces from Xerilia. Awaiting further orders if any."

Placing his hands together, a ball of pure white fire shot towards the demon lord from Erunion. The Demon lord reacted just in time to block it, but this, coupled with the string of insults he was getting from that pathetic human over there, overset his temper. He was furious now...

{FYI, he summoned reinforcements when Septim walked in. Expect his best demons to be here very soon.}

*Captain Dark, saw what was happening. He draw his sword. Using magic, he froze the blade.*

"A demon can only be hurt by ice. Fire will just make him stronger. General, I suggest we attack him from multiple sides, drawing his attention fron one to another. Also, I sense that some of his guards are coming here."

*Dark moved towards to entrance. There, using his magic, he cloned himself. These clones were like him, having his abilities, but also they could be hurt. Dark also made a spell shield to protect him from a certain dergee of damege.*

[Not quite. I see that your magic power is almost without end, as for the rest of us, we have a limit.]

Verthias arched one of his eyebrows as he saw the two demons facing off in the chamber before him. The entry to the demon world had been surprisingly easy, mostly thanks to the distraction that his armies had been providing to the demonic defenders. He mused a moment over whether he should help Dark defend the entrance, or join the fight, but made his mind up quickly.

He'd always wanted to fight the Hellgod...

Closing his eyes for a moment, he focused, bringing more and more power from the Void into his terribly, terribly pitiful form. He was suddenly all too aware of the precariousness of his existence - poised on the boundary between life and death, a mere push could send him tumbling either way, to disaster no matter what happened. The roaring energies reminded him of his own awful mortality, and despite all that he had acheived and done in his millenia-long life, he felt a sense of utter despair; that he had failed in all things, and was doomed...

"Dammit", he muttered, annoyed. "I never get used to that". Drawing pure negative energy from the Void always had that kind of effect, he knew, especially on those in his.. delicate.. situation.

Raising his hands and pushing the energy in, he fired a beam of darkness from time immemorial, a slash of the void projected into the world: With thousands of millions of tiny hangers-on, hungering for light and heat and energy, towards the Hellgod.

A bar of darkness shot towards the creature. It hit him, then he turned, and seeing it he stopped it. Having stopped it's flow, he sent it back, with a massive ball of dark-fire.

[What post?]

"HELLGOD!!! Let us make a wager! One on one combat, you and me! If I win you give your powers to me, if you win...my men will accept your dominion and no more demons will go the the void...", says Septim.

"You are a brave one, and I respect that, but stupid...I accept!", says the Hellgod.

The power signature cloak on the Blade of Erabor makes it look like a normal mithril sword to all, even a God.

The Hellgod marches forth like a tiger about to pounce on an unsucpecting gazelle, he shoots a fiery beam at Septim, but Septim swings his blade and the fire disappears. Septim swings the blade again and a blue wave comes from the blade and into the Hellgod.

"Argh! For a mortal you persist onwards!"

Septim swings the blade again and another bluewave comes forth, the Hellgod falls down and rises, and Septim aims the Blade of Erabor at the demon. The blade charges and the demon looks down upon the mortal. A white beam shoots from the blade into the demon, and real damage can be seen in the form of a glowing hole in the demon's stomach. The demon roars and brings his hand down upon Septim, but Septim slashes the hand and a blue shockwave erupts, driving the demon's hand back. Septim then stabs the hand and the hand explodes. Septim uses the blade to create a shield.

"Hellgod, you have underestimated a mortal for the first time...and it is your last...", says Septim, "For the Blade of Erabor draws upon the power of the planet itself!"

Septim swings the blade and another blue wave knocks the God back. Septim then turns into dragon form, an enormous white dragon with the blade of Erabor fused into it's claws, and Septim uses the Power of the North to become stronger, he charges the demon and slashes at it's stomach, Septim then lifts the weakened demon up and throws him on the ground. The demon lifts Septim up and throws him from the palace breaking the ceiling, Septim lands in the town square. The demon lands in front of him.

"You anger me mortal!", he says, marching towards Septim he punches him with his left hand. Septim then slashes at the demon with his talon, afterwards he blows fire hotter than the sun into the demon's face, even he cannot withstand the heat. Septim then bites the demon's neck, and rips his head from his body, the Hellgod of the demons dies at last. The demons disappear and the Hellgod's body turns into black smoke, it blows away with the north wind and Septim turns back into a human. The powers of the Hellgod belong to him now.

*Before entering Erabor with his forces, Delran contacts Wraith by magic. A cristall ball appears in front of Wraith.*

"Wraith, I am now entering Erabor. My aim is to liberate the N-W territory. There are 8 cities there. I need you to tell me what you have accomplished so far and give me a point where our armies can link for the final assault agains the capital."

*In a few days, Delrans forces liberate the N-W part of Erabor. The soldiers from the 8 liberated cities follows him and they set camp west of the capital, between four cities, awaiting Wraiths reply. He also sends a message to Might.*

"Sir, I am in position, west of Erabor. I have established a base of operations there. I have 52,000 men ready for the final battle. Awaiting orders."

[Wraith you have too many men. You only get 1,250 for each city and 5,000 for capitals.]

Oops sorry. Didnt see that anywhere.... so I have 6,250 + whatever I started with... can I change it and say the enemy has 10,000 soldiers?

Ahhh where is this post/posts? I don't remember seeing them =P
Fine. Its a Capital then. ^^

Erunion walked forward, and bowed before his emperor.
"Septim, the demons are gone back to their home, for now, with many others being sent to the pit of fire.
I am exceedingly happy to see you, free at last."

[What? You took cities ALONE? You sure about that? You would get massacred.]

[erm....no. Even Septim would have problems with 1k demons. Your magic powers are not limitless.]

[Yes, your powers are about the same level as everyone elses.]

[I am also primarily a mage. Your point?]

(I  know that im not saying i have more power then you im saying thati have more power then anyone else)

(OOC: i meant magic, Spetim is more powerful and me and Might are the same in magic)

(OOC: ok about Spetim but Verthias hasn't really put any thought into magic so if had been studying magic for half his time he would be awesome... Xerxua on the other hand probably is the best in magic due to the fact that he i like natrual in it nd spend his time studying it.)

Zyrike approaches the Emperor and says he would like the provinces of Miller Tarson and Gaia Tonnis

(OOC: lol i knew it! i need to stop doing that... anyways)

"Then I'll just take Gaia Tonnis's province

*Might turns to Septim.*

"I would like Gordaria."






*Deep into the unknown hells, in a place Septim cannot control. [One of the only places.] Xerxus sits in his throne thinking about the happenings.*

"This young "God" Septim.....his day will come when he comes around to reality and stops thinking hes omnipotent."

*Xerxus's servant, Uthor, giggles.*

"Yes, Your Most Awesomeness, his day will come when he meets the real "Xerxus ,and when that day comes....he will wish he was never born!"