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[[OOC: No, you can take some on the way, but you won't be taking control of them, more like sacking them and taking resources and men from the prisons, after the invasion you will be able to fully take back the provinces...and I am leaving in about fifteen minutes and will be gone until Saturday, so you can do the battle of Oceanus, but hold off the invasion until then.]]

Zryike appears in front of the ball " yes yes good plan shall i teleport the ships so the demon have no chance of seeing them move?"

"About bloody time. Order the fleet and the airfleet to engage, that is of course if you would be willing to fully engage Might."

{Sure Verthias... Sure.}

"Sir! A second wave of enemies have just appeared seven miles south of the south wall!"
"Numbers?"
"It's mostly undead sir..."
"Quick man, how many?"
"I would estimate approximately, rounded off to, a million."

"Hell and damnation! Redistribute the force. Might, can you finish off the scattared remnants to the north? Delran, pull your craft down, but do not directly engae. Hit and run tactics only! Admiral, pull south, but do not directly engage. Might should be able to handle the northern assault, so I want only a skelaton group left on the north wall. Three of every four soldiers are to head to the southern wall."
Erunion then teleported to a tower.
"What is that thing? It's massive."
"Your grace, it seems to be directing the assault, and in command of a goodly number of those undead."
Erunion then teleported back to where Verthias was.
"Your men seem to be a good commando group, once the enemy are engaged at our wall, I want you and your men to take out that behemoth. Would you be willing?"

{There you go Verthias.
The enemy has approx 700k undead, all armed and armoured, 300k demons (greater and lesser assorted.) 30 demon commanders and one demonic Behemoth. All the undead are under command of one of the commanders or the behemoth. The behemoth controls 100k, the rest control 20k each.}

Verthias turned to look at the spot Erunion would be standing moments before he appeared. Before he could even speak, he replied.

"A demonic Behemoth, eh? Well, that is good news. I'd hate to think that we wouldn't be allowed to warm up before the party started"

Verthias gave the order to his men to shift into the Plane of Shadows with him. He had to wait a couple of seconds for the slower troops of his unit to seep through the membranous energy field between our world and this one, but they were soon there, drifting through the clouds of semi-particulate shadow in the ultra-low-energy enviroment of this plane. His voice, he knew, would not have enough force to carry to his men in this area, for the kinetic energy of the air particles would be dissipated and aborbed by the billions of invisible creatures that feasted on any energy that enetered this realm, so he simply communicated what he intended with quick mental images. They started to bounce away, in two directions; Three of men were to emerge first, and take down, incapacitate, or at the least, distract a demon commander. The commotion should allow the remaining eleven of the strike party to coagulate into ideal attack positions on the Behemoth.

The plan worked flawlessly. The first team slipped into the material plane to find, to their delight, a demon commander looking the other way. Their blades, sharp enough to cut flames and dice fundamental particles, made short work of the thick-skinned demon, leaving him slumping in a half-dozen pieces in mere seconds. Twenty thousand of the undead crashed to the ground - the equivalent of minuites of fighting by the entire army, in the first seconds of the attack. The distraction team laid into the demons surrounding them with glee, killing or maiming some of the greater demons in the area before any weapons were turned against them.

The Behemoth instantly noticed the commotion, and waved one of it's vast claws in a commanding gesture. Thousands of demons and undead changed course and rushed on towards the insertion team. The great monster didn't even feel the half-dozen soldiers of the Black Guard whose mithril-coated feet were pounding along it's ridged spine and towards it's two vast heads until Verthias's blade plunged into one of it's eyes. It bucked and roared, shaking like a dog to get the painful, biting blades of the commandos off of it's back.

It wasn't sucessful. Two admantine swords punched into it's spine at nearly the same time: ripping through a foot of the ultra-hard scales and rock-dense muscle on the monster's back and spilling litres of rich, black spinal fluid over the smoked-glass visors of the team. Their cruel blades continued to rise and fall, ripping into the most exposed vital component that the team could reach. One man, at a nod from Verthias, began to carve a hole into the flank of the Behemoth, to reach the vital organs within - flicking chunks of meat out of the growing slot like some macabre miner hacking crimson gemstone.

Verthias himself had a better way in. He sprinted up to the gigantic head of the beast, and did not even try to dodge it's mouth, which the vast demon had turned back to face the team. He continued his sprint on the mushy carpet of the muscley tongue, before slicing deep into the nerve cluster that controlled the corded knots of tissues that could send the sickly elastic tongue flying for half a kilometer, with enough force to pulverise stone, and pull it back in time for six or seven strikes a minuite. The monster screeched with agony, rising it's gigantic crested skull to the sky like a wolf howling to the moon, sending Verthias tumbling down it's five-meter-wide gullet.

Exactly as he'd planned.

He stuck his sword into the lining of the beast's throat, and slid all the way down, spilling gallons of blood onto his armour and down the creature's own throat. He switched his vision from that of visual light to that of life: A unique ability that he had acquired long ago. He saw the pulsing, vibrating organ a few dozen meters away from him, and crunched his hands and feet into the throat lining of the Behemoth, to stop his fall.

"It's time to get to work", he laughed.

[We Found the whole world already....I have the only mage-airships.]

[Do I detect a pang of jealousy here? ;D]

Verthias was halfway to the heart when he felt another of the demon commanders die, his undead legions crumpling into dust as he fell. Then, a vast overpressure wave hit him: he felt the vibrations shake the cavities of his body and his joints for a second before it passed him. He knew that only one thing could have caused that.

"Why oh why do you have to go around making more work for us", he moaned, unheard, to his men. The incursion team, overrun by the masses of demons, had clearly been incautious in their retreat to the Plane of Shadows, and ripped a hole that went both ways into this world. Those trillions of hungering... things... were loose on the world.

Oh well, he thought. At least they would be as keen on demon as human flesh...

[What the hell, Zryike? If you can teleport into the behemoth right out, why didn't YOU 'port over to it's heart and stab it a couple of times at the start?]

Verthias arched his eyebrow as the half-crazed mage appeared next to him in the bloody tunnel, instantly getting his clothing and skin soaked with blood.

"My men are, as you may have noticed..." Verthias hacked another chunk, pointedly, out of the fleshy wall in front of him "busy. We can close that rift ourselves..." he ripped another hole in it "But you can have a shot if you like. Do it after the battle, if you would be so kind? We want to maximise demon..." once more, the sword carved into the demon's body "..casualties"

(OOC: i said mage ships not dragon ships! Dragon ships are much more heavily armed and i said they were far away!) ( Verthias if you hadn't noticed then ill tell you now, my char is forgetful and clumsy, and another was that this battle was your fight not mine and one more thing my char doesn't take things that seriously)

Zryike looks around

"sure I'll do it after the battle"

[*looks at Zryike very oddly*. You know, even if you were forgetful and clumsy and didn't take things seriously.. surely you'd take the potential survival or destruction of the human race seriously enough to do the job quicker than I? If there is some plausible reason that you can do something better than me + The Guard, you may as well go ahead and do that - a more realistic system than sending someone who isn't the best equipped person for the job off to do it]

The demons, seeing this massive whirlpool forming make haste to get the last of their troops off the water.
Incensed, the Demons double their efforts to magically slay the defenders, causing the mages to turn their entire attention to holding off this stream of magical attacks.

"Erunion we are finished with the demons over here. Shall we unload in the fortress now?"

"Might, land your forces in the fortress and reinforce the southern wall. Leave enough men on your craft to man the siege weapons, and have them fire into the horde.
Archers, unleash arrows!"
Arrows streaked off of the wall, many of which were imbued with spells and exploded, killing demons and undead alike, but still they came on.
"Ladders!"
"Hold the wall, or we are lost!"
Hundreds of ladders went up to the walls, with some of the winged demons attacking from the skies.
"Drakonius, now is the time!"
Hundreds of dragons flew above the lines, and started pouring fiery death into the demonic horde, but still they came.

{Zryike, the fissure caught a few, and delayed others but was quickly closed. Also, you are not all powerful, so try and use some more conservative, but efficient battle spells.}

{Every demon has some degree of magical ability, some have more, some less.}

Zryike, his rage over, wants in on some hand to hand combat and starts teleporting on top of demons and blasting them with lightning.

[I was fighting in the south now.]

(I estimate the casualties for are mages are... 57 dead for magi and 25 injured... the enemy casualties are 11 commanders dead 1 behemoth and around 200k demons dead.) ( not counting the undead casualties)

Zryike kept teleporting until he tried to teleport on top of a powerful magic demon and the magic demon sensed it before he teleported and even though it couldn't stop it the demon changed the course to in front of it.

Zryike looks around noticing he didn't land on top of the demon and then sees it charging straight at him.

Zryike immediately reacts without thinking and mutters a spell which gives him a ice sword.

Zryike looks at it, not knowing what to do and then sees the demon right in front of him and swing wildly catching the demon in the eyes. Zryike then swings again this time with better accuracy and cuts the head off.

Blood starts squirting on him and he teleports back to the battlements.

"Great that'll take a while to clean off"

( OOC: if your a strong enough mage then they cant block you only alter you area where you teleport by a few feet)

Verthias kicked down another ladder and briefly opened a free-gate to the Void across the whole length of the wall. It's face, not a stone facade any longer, but a roaring cavity hungering for matter, sucked in and consumed every single siege ladder on the wall and killed every single demon and undead within ten meters. He lurched, suddenly, as a powerful demon magi struck a mental blow, trying to destabilize the gate and rip the whole wall apart with the vast energies involved. He desperately slammed back at the mage with everything he had: Fingers of Flame spouted from his hands by the thousand, racing towards the mage and his compatriots with the sole aim of tearing them to fiery ribbons, vast balls of crackling energy span towards them, and finally, the coup de grace, he Voided the skies above them. The vast expenditure of energy - in retrospect, he thought, a little too much - had not only slaughtered everything in the demon horde for a hundred meters around the origional mage, but completely sapped his magical abilities. He hoped that he wouldn't need to engage in a magical duel any time soon.

A few moments later, after Verthias regained his feet, he saw a lone figure slicing it's way through the hordes outside the walls, which were pressing in again now that the free-gate was gone. Telcontar looked like he was doing well, and Verthias nearly returned to his previous activities: Then, he caught a glimpse of a quartet of powerful demons pushing through their own ranks to get to the commander. He cursed, and suspected that even Erunion's formidable skills would not be enough to deal with these mighty foes. He took a brief run-up, and performed a jump that would have shamed an Olympic long-jump champion, soaring out over the undead hordes, and landing with pintpoint accuracy directly behind the group. With a slick grace, he sliced one of the demons in half with the vast amount of momentum which his fall had built up before he even hit the floor. When he did, he ran straight through the legs of another of the creatures, hamstringing it, and reached the grim, Trendat-wielding soldier just in time to take the head off a zombie lurching at him from behind.

"Need a hand?" He grinned wickedly

[..this looks muchly like a superweapon to me]

[How convenient *rolls eyes*]

Zryike curses with the fact they blocked teleportion.

Zryike then uses a spell to locate the most powerful magi which just happened to be some of the most  powerful demons there.

"oh come on! can't  any job be easier?

Zryike creates a defensive shield around Erunion and then start levitating down to him, while shooting at the demons with lightning.

[What superweapon?]

*Might holds out his hands and a beam of white hot oil flys out burning demons in half.*

*Might stops hearing the name of "Might" and turns around.*

*Wraith jumps into the fray alongside Might. He has served him well for most of his life and will continue to his last breath.

Wraith released arrow after arrow from his longbow and demon after demon fell. He saw Might blast tens of demons away with his spell and Wraith killed a demon about to strike at Might.

As the main demon force attacked, Wraith threw down his bow and unsheathed his kukri. He slashed at one demon, stabbed another and blocked a sword coming at him. Then he cut open that demon's stomach and continued; blocking and slashing, blocking and slashing, all the time doing his job and making sure Might was still alive.

Wraithish suddenly has a brilliant idea. He whistles to Might.*

"Might, think you can use your hocus-pocus and set my weapons on fire?"

*Might noods, says some words and the Kukri Blades in Wraith's hands catch fire. Wraith grins and charges straight at the next horde, setting them on fire and slashing at as many as possible, setting them on fire.*