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Walking into the tavern Senturu looks around the place, not seeing anything of interest he walks over to the counter and asks the Barkeep for a mug Mulled wine . the barkeep filled a Glass and handed to Senturu. looking at the wine senturu picks it up and smells it, he then sets the glass down and looks around the tavern once again.

As he came down from where the Innkeeper had showed him his room I'm a minor noble, well, I think I am, not a bloody Tairen high lord! Wait, what is a Tairen high lord anyway? I seem to remember something about a book... Erunion noticed a human at a table, staring at him, and muttering to himself, so he went over to the table to have a drink with him.

    Vorian walked into the bar and took a seat.
"I'd like the best drink you have," said Vorian.

Raidel had to chuckle when he saw a horse trying to come into the bar.  He had heard of horses enchanted to talk before, as he assumed this one was, but had never seen one in real life.  He shrugged, and started to survey the others who had recently entered.  However, as he started to look around, a very frazzled looking man burst into the tavern, shouting something about an army heading for the city.  Raidel didn't just chuckle at that, he burst out laughing.

Still grinning, Raidel walked over to him as others began to either panic, run outside and check, "You *beep*, who fed you little nugget of information?"

As Raidel waited for him to answer, suddenly he felt a great rumble and the sound of splintering wood coming from outside.  Immediately he raced outside to join the growing throng, just watching.  As he exited the tavern he was able to witness what had caused the first crash, as another large boulder fell through a nearby building, leaving a huge, gaping hole.  Quickly he ran for main street, and stopped short when he came in view of the gates.  Outside was an army at least ten thousand strong, mainly orc but interspersed with ogres and khaz, and random other beasts.

Raidel knew it would be hopeless, but maybe this was why he had been sent here.  He did not, however, welcome death, so he decided to flank the army and attack near the back.  Raidel drew his sword, and began running towards the city's west exit.

Paracelzus jumps up, and runs to the door following Raidel.

"I will fight with you! Please introduce youself to me. he said hughing and puffing, as he ran to the stables. the stables were on the rood to the west gate.

    While boulders fell about him, and an orc army besieged the city, Vorian calmly sipped his drink.
"An interesting turn of events..."
As he finished his drink, he walked out through the East gate, then turned North towards the army.

Erunion turned his head to see a brash young lad charge into the midst of the horde. Bloody youngling. Bah, I'm out of arrows so I might as well pull him out of the pickling kettle. "For Naergothrendar! For my people! What have I flamin gotten myself into this time!" With that cry he charged into the battlefield, followed by a few young fools with swords Bloody fools must've stolen them from the blacksmith Yelling loudly in an attempt to imitate this elven warrior. Obviously they didn't here the words.

As he hacked his way to beside Senturu, Erunion wondered Why under the light did I get myself into this, I'm too old to die now... Laughing at the incongruity of that last thought, Erunion set too staying alive, and keeping this lad here alive too. Bah! Hate the stink of these foul creatures, it's always worse when they're sweating in the heat of the battle, with their own co*beep* black blood spilt everywhere.

        I get my saddle ready, dash out of the stables, and charge out of the gate. with my sword ablaze in the sunlight, i swoop down upon my enimy. the clavery, seeing that i made a good efert dicisded to join this sloughter. with men at my sides, i charge down upon the orcs. thousands upon thousands stand at my front. i cry my war cry, sword in hand, and bolts even faster towards the enimie leaving my comrade behind. i sheath my sword and i pulled out my bow. i spoke to my bow, and fited arrows, then i let my arrows sing. sweat was the music of my bow and arrows, every one of them flew true. five, ten, fifteen. put away my bow, got my dagger out. five yards away i threw it. it hit one of the orcs on the helm. i dashed past the orc, grabed the dagger, and pulled out my sword just in time to ward off a blow to the knees.

        Nuzguls fly in the air as i retreat before i got engolfed in the enimies grasp. i turn around, there a Nuzgul flies right at me. i swiftly get out my bow, and set a arrow to it. Wispers somthing, and let the arrow loose. the arrow struck true. protruding from its nostrul, a arrow head stick out of between his eyes. the Nuzgul drops dead.

        I drew my men back before they were overcomed. I make a charge again, except with my comrads at my heals. we come close, closer then we wanted, for we were just meaning to swoop past there flanks, and slice there men along the lines. our horses crashed into the orcs. my swords thir*beep*lly drew blood. we fought and fought. what seemed like hours, we finaly drew back. i and 4 others were left. we drew back to the city to rest.

As the horses caught up to him, Raidel couldn't help but chuckle again that one could talk.  Now was no time to ponder it, however, and he gladly hopped on.  As they rode through the west gates Raidel could tell that his original assessment of the army's size was not quite accurate.  It was slightly smaller, actually, but still far too large for the city to fend off.

Shaking his head, Raidel shrugged and looked over at the stranger who had offered him a ride.  "Your call."

Azgaroth begin his journey into the unknown world, He travel from one city to the next searching for adventures. Upon one day, he reached the town of Esquare.

To his surprise, outside the city was thousands of ogres. In that instance, he remember Elendil's teaching: "Azgaroth, remember this, you must use your power and knowledge to help the innocence and vanquish the evils that existed in this world." Immediately, he summon the small water elemental and charges into the ogres. With his amazing speed, he hit one ogre after another with his staff.

In the meanwhile the little water elemental (little for a water elemental but is as big as a fully grown human) cast water prison (a spell that surround the enemy with water) on the head of many ogres. It suffocates these ogres and within minutes, they fell to the floor and died. An ogre came up from behind and slashes the little water elemental. To the ogre's surprise, the water elemental was not damaged at all from the physical attack. It is now that the ogre realize that water elemental cannot be harmed by normal means, he ran away.

Azgaroth's speed was fast and when combined with a partial concealment from Chameleon, he was nearly undetectable until it's too late. One ogre fell after another.

    Holowan offers the his back and then the group proceeds on to the attacking army. I am Mac, said the rider. This is my... *pausing* friend Qymaen and our horses Holowan, and Grievous. What do you think our plan of action against the enemy should be?

Seloc walks randomly into a deserted bar, hops the counter and pours him self some beer, with some herbs from his rucksack he sat down to drink. "Stupid orcs" he muttered. after seloc drink was finished he whipped out some alchemy eqipement from deep within the confindes of his rucksack and start fiddaling with a purpose. "lemon, duck feather, heather, testros......." listing the items as he went.

Following behind the Elf senturu starts to laugh, "Ehh no matter how much i hate magic im glad someone  could use it. and why not run out there, ill die eventually".

Why does he know my name... oh well, no time.  "Thanks for the ride, the army's already almost into the city, we might as well just go all out at this point."

Raidel dismounted and began running down the hill and drew his sword.  As he darted through the little grouping of trees outside the city walls, he let out a warcry, taking a group of orcish archers by surprise.  He slashed through the gut of one soldier, the rolled and tripped up another, stabbing down at his throat after standing back up.  He then ran off into the midst of the battle, taking little heed of the orcs as he had found a new target.  One of the ogres was attacking without mercy, or concern for who was an enemy and who wasn't.

Raidel ran at his back, sword drawn, leapt as high as he could, and was able to get a grip on the beast's shoulders.  The ogre immediately smacked his shoulders with his fists, however, and Raidel dropped to the ground.  His enemy turned upon him and attempted to smash him with a club.  While Raidel was able to dodge the club, he didn't see the ogre's foot coming until it was too late.  The kick sent him flying, and he was slow to get back up when he landed, coughing and trying to catch his breath.  The ogre charged him and brought the club down again, but this time Raidel dodged through the beast's legs and slipped his hands into his claw gauntlets.  He jumped again, but then impaled the claws into the ogres back and started to climb.  This, of course, agitated the beast who began to swat at his back, but could not reach to where Raidel was.  When he reached the top of the ogre's back, he reached around and slashed its throat with his right claw, then slid down his back and dragged the blades the whole way.  This simply enraged the beast, who began stomping and swinging its club wildly.  As Raidel was attempted to get out of the way, the club knicked him and sent him flying back into the little wooded area, where he began to fade in and out of consciousness.

the bar and headed toward the commotion.

There's that talking horse, seems the other lad was injured. Ah well, I'm sure there's at least one good healer in the village. Erunion then saw the other headed to the battlefield, and the locals starting to rally in a knot near the front. Bloody militia won't stand a chance against veteran warriors, blast it! I'll have to go on in there and see what I can do. Why is it always me? Seeing this, Erunion charged onto the field, his Trendarat flying without thought, carving a burning scythe in the orcs line "Rally you fatherless sons of a spavined goat! Rally you bloody sheepstealers! Hold together or they'll overwhelm you you blasted fools!" Blasted farmers don't even know how to skewer a boar, let alone an orc!

Then they came. Four of them. Ogre champions. One with a cleaver, one with an axe, another with a club, and one with a sword. All of them were well armoured. "Shoot the blasted thing in the throat or the eyes you woolheaded farmers! It's not a deer for crying out loud, it's got a bloody breastplate! Those pathetic bows of yours will never peirce that! Shoot the eyes or the throat!" One went down, the one with an axe. One, not enough. Not for these sheepstealers to stand a chance. Why do I always have to do things like this??? With that thought he charged, straight towards the one with the club, trying to stay away from the other two. One long slash took out the leg at the shinbone, another stabbed it in the small of it's back, and a third took off it's head as it came crashing down. He turned to charge the one with the cleaver, when the club came crashing into his back, sending him flying. A mass of bruises, he saw the swordsogre coming, while the one with the cleaver hacked a peasent in half. Fool! I should have watched where that club was falling instead of forgetting it and charging at the other like a bloody recruit out for glory. His sword lay near the beheaded ogre, I must have dropped it when I wa*beep*. But it was too far to reach before the other one got to him. With a cry, he charged straight towards the ogre. It slashed straight down where he was standing a moment before, just as he rolled to the side of his right leg, he hamstrung it with his forearm guards, then hamstrung the other leg, kicked it right above the ankle with his shinguards, putting a trio of holes in the leg as it fell, then as the head came crashing down beside him, he tore it's throat out with the forearm guard. The whole fight had lasted seconds, and the third ogre was down with a boar-spear in it's leg and it's head half severed with a bill. Eight peasents were down, three of them dead. Too many casualties, Light! Let these farmers hold. With that he started tossing fire into the ranks of attacking orcs, as well as using the farmers arrows as carriers for his fiery shockwaves. Light! Let us hold long enough.

Senturu saw as the Elf and Farmers took down the Ogres but he had no time to Help. a small detachment of Orcs split off from the main force and began to Flank there position. Senturu gripped his sword even tighter and charged the oncoming Orcs, when he reached them he Blocked the first sword slash at his face. then countered with a wide swing taking down three Orcs. he moved faster and faster with each sword stroke an Orc fell.

As senturu finished off the small detachment of Orcs he heard the Twang of Bow strings being released. looking up he saw a good two dosen arrows headed his way. "blast. this is not a good day!" he muttered to himself. too late to get out of the way Senturu jammed his sword in the ground and began to concentrate, a moment before the arrow*beep* him they  bounced off an invisable shield. Letting go of the magic Senturu started to pick up his sword when a stray arow took him in the shoulder. looking down at the arow Senturu grabbed the shaft and broke it. he then got up and picked up his sword and began running over to the Elf and Farmers.

Raidel was finally on his feet again, having cleared his head after the heavy blow from the ogre, who appeared to now be laying lifeless on the battlefield due to some major blood loss.  There was a great deal of rumbling coming from behind him, however, and as Raidel slipped behind a tree to look for whatever it was coming from, he went white.

There, approaching him were the most khaz he had ever seen in one place during his life time.  That wasn't actually saying much, since the most he had ever seen was two, but there were at least a hundred approaching the city.  From foot to head, the smallest among them stood at least fifteen feet tall, the largest somewhere above twenty.  Completely metal, these robotic golems ran off some intricate clockwork, but could cause some rather nasty explosions if destroyed, as Raidel had seen once many years ago.

This is impossible, since Mechan was destroyed no khaz have been in production, especially in good enough shape to actually be used in war.

Decididing to fight instead of pondering, Raidel scrambled up a tree with low hanging branches.  He then waited for a khaz to pass nearby, and leapt out, landing on a shoulder.  Immediately the golem swung at him with its opposite arm, but Raidel simply dodged to the other shoulders.  Noticing a large number of tubes and wires coming out of its body and up its neck, he began slashing at the wires, causing a reaction from the golem.  It immediately careened to one side, and slammed into a try, throwing Raidel off to the ground.  Slowly it regained control and, while still tilting a little to the side, began trying to crush Raidel.  He rolled out of the way as quickly as he could, dodging narrowly each time, until he could get back to his feet and start running.

Raidel slipped behind another tree, hung his gauntlets on his belt and drew his sword again.  As the khaz approached he enflamed the sword and struck the tree as quickly and as hard as he could.  The newly enchanted blade sliced through the tree which fell after a kick from Raidel.  The khaz was too cumbersome to get out of the way in time, so was struck by the full force of the falling tree, knocking one of its arms awry.  Noticing the gaping hole the dislocated arm had left, Raidel scrambled up another tree and leapt into the air.  He threw the still flaming sword into the khaz, which flew straight through the hole and into the golem's chest. 

For a moment all the air around the khaz seemed to compress and everything went silent, then a split second later it exploded, sending Raidel flying back before he even touched the ground.  His sword hit the ground a few metres away, but even as he was busy counting his blessings a shrill scream pierced the air.  He slowly sat up and scanned the area, then saw the source.  Three large dragons, one with a rider, had recently flown into view, and were making their way quickly towards the city.  Raidel then looked over at the new khaz that had joined the fray, and saw that they had begun to rip the town apart.

So....time to go, then.

Raidel stood, picked up his sword, then took off running as fast as he could east, away from the army and the town.

Seloc noticing dragon on there way, knew there was no way to win. Instead he set about stalling them. Deep within the confides of his bag lay a glimmering silver vail he downed it in one. The pain was unbearable. Skin lay all around him. His skin, but no blood. He had no arm but instead the lay a giant golden wing. It worked. The giant golden eagle set of into the sky, heading directly toward the dragons.
    His beak just missed the first dragon, switching his dive then toward the second rider. Talon*beep* steel as the rider tryed to fend him off, the fight dissolved as a dragon hit seloc from behind. The beast had his talons around Seloc's wings, a quick barrel roll sorted this problem. The third dragon joined in now. Seloc was not fairing as well as he hoped. He could last maybe 5 minutes more, but just as that thought was thought a dragon crash into him from behind. Everything was black, he was falling. The dragon paying no head to there fallen pray continued there flight toward the city.
    Seloc was unconsious, and slowly turning human again as he fell. He still had a while before he hit the ground. Seloc quick swift flight to the ground was enevitable. It came closer. But just before he hit the ground a cloud on magic caught him, absording the worst of the fall. He was alive. Just.

(your pick who cast magic)

Blood and bloody ashes! I haven't seen so many Khaz since the fall of, of, oh blast it! Blasted memory! "Pull out! Stick together and pull out you sheepgutted fishmongerers! Move it! Double time! Stick together, and we are going to get out of here double time! Move you sheepstealing dung-carters!"

With that, the militia (and a few armed farmers) began to jog out of the town, in an organized square. Sorta organized. "Stick together you lazy farmboys or you bloody fools will be killed one at a time! Together I said! Orcs are lazy cowards unless driven, or hungry, and they'll hunt through the town before turning on a formation of armed troops getting out of here! Stick together or you'll be stuck in some ogres sandwich! Together I said!" Blasted useless militia, I should just leave them alone to get eaten. Bah! Me and my conscience! Just then one of the dragons swooped down. "Scatter and stay low! NOW!" Saying that Erunion followed his own advice. Only the dragon wasn't about to comply and fly away. Blast! It tried to breath fire, but Erunion redirected the flames up into the dragon. Saving the militia, but enraging the beast. Cursed sheepstealers are getting me in some serious trouble. The dragon swooped down, snapping at Erunion and slashing with his talons. Dodging the bite Erunion sent a firey wind at the talons, pushing them to the sides and preventing them from hitting him. He then slashed at the tail, putting a deep gash in it and then caused an explosion right beneath the Dragons hindquarters, flipping the creature who landed on it's head. Much better, now it's down to my size, well, maybe not that, at least it's not airborne any more! "Stick together and run you flaming farmers, I'll deal with this thing!" The dragon started to move at Erunion, reared back it's head, then was shocked as Erunion ran in and slashed at it's jaw. Working quickly, Erunion cut the right front leg, then jumped up and pushed his sword along the full length. He pulled it out, fell down into a rolling dive, slashed the underside again, then the dragon decided to crush him. It fell on him. At least I'll have bought the farmers some time.

Then he blacked out.

Erunion slowly came to, only to realise he was covered in blood, both his and, by the smell, dragon. Memory came crashing in.
"The Militia, where are they? Did they escape? Where am I exactly? Who are you?" I still have my sword "Where is my bow? By the way, Thank you for pulling me out from under that thing. Did you kill it, or did I? I had my sword up when it tried to crush me."

Senturu assured himself that he was far enough away from the enemy that he could relax..if only a little bit. he sheathed his sword and pulled out a rag from his pack and began wiping up the blood on his armor as he walked. once he was assured his armor was clean accept for whats left of the arrow sticking out of his shoulder he bent down to one knee and dug a small hole and burried the rag. getting up he continued east.

this armor needs repaired. he thought as he walked. not long after the burrying of the rag. he ran into two militia men a Dark Elf warrior and the Elf. another Elf, great. "well Elf it seems that we keep running into each other." Senturu said. taking a seat "it seems you had some fun while i was gone" looking over to the Elf covered in blood.

Grinning Senturu replied. "im Senturu, im afraid im not the best at Healing. but i do a little. would you like me to see what i can do for you?"

Scanning the area behind him, Raidel noticed two figures moving towards him. Two orcish scouts, riding horses, were quickly traveling east, presumably to check out the next city. He knew a desert lay in the way, and while the orcs may or may not have known, they wouldn't make it either way. Running as fast as he could at the orcs, he made sure to stay in the horse's path, the used its neck to propel himself up and kicked the rider square in the chest. The orc flew off, which left Raidel clinging still to the horse's neck, until the animal calmed down again and Raidel was able to take control. His first act was to turn around, draw his sword, and impale the orc that had just stood up. He then began to cautiously move back towards the city.

From far away he noticed a small group that appeared to be resting, and approached with his hand on his sword. When he recognized the man who had given him a ride he relaxed a little, but then remembered that the man also knew who he was. Immediately after he dismounted, he drew his sword and pointed it at the man, for he couldn't have random people knowing much about him, or his services to many clients would be forfeit.

"Who are you, and why do you know me?"

    Seloc, stood on the clearing looking down. 10 orcs and there mounts were there, one started walking his way. He hid behind a tree untill he came past, throwin*beep*ellow vial at it's head, the orc's head seemed to melt it let out asn ear pieceing scream. Seloc quickly commandeered the horse from the burning orc and rode. The orcs below must of heard as there where charging after him.
     Keeping his east heading, staying low on his horse in a urge to make it move faster. Arrows now where wizzing by him, thankfully the aim was of but never the less an arrow clipped his hand. A small group of people camping lay to his south- east changing direction he rode towards them. The orcs must of realised his intentions as they all made a reckless dash, to cut him off.