1 Topic by [RPA] Arocalex (edited by [RPA] Arocalex 02-Nov-2008 14:40:36)

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Topic: The ages of old

Ancient texts say that we once lived in a lush world. Brimming with life in all corners, rivirs flowing freely through the surface, trees, grass, many things lived on the entire surface. But now...It is the world I wake up to each day, volcanoes constantly spewing magma, rivers of lave now flow where once water flowed over most of the continent. Beasts of all sizes and shapes now reside in the once great cities of men out in the wastlands. The only thing keeping us from harm are the magii that keep the great barrier alive, holding back most of evils that wish us harm, but not all. Not by a long shot.

Even though the barrier may seem to stretch to infinity even when atop the citadel of Bal'Rum located against the mountain of Rog. It does not, we hold onder our realm many little villages and small forts, all under the protection of the barrier. But there are many that choose not to follow us and our teachings. We are at war with these people but I could never say for sure, declarations go back and forth each day and we really do despise one other, although not openly by many of the courts. And when times call for joined forces we will step up and take arms together. No matter what our differences are.

Life within the barrier is not much to look at, there are many places where it is still green. And those places have become a sort of pilgrimage for most people from outside the barrier to see. There are natural occoring forests, although they are a handful and are protected now with great zeal.


Me? I'm just one of the soldiers, Dragonclaw is my companies name and their claws are our game, our captains and higher ranked that have slayed at least one dragon each have their armour made from their claws, that are as big as a small child. Capable of ripping through flesh like butter.

Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Springfield. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. "A" he'd say; then "B." "C" would usually follow...

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My name is A'tooph. I am the second in command of the citidels militia. Unlike those fools of Bal'Rum, we require no magical shields to hold back the listless horrors. We confront them head on, and defeat everything that challenges us. Also unlike the men of Bal'Rum, most of our armies are comprised of women. Most know some small spells to help through the day, but there are some truly powerful mages in our ranks. They number Four; our greatest stores of magical knowledge and power. And unlike the murderers of Bal'Rum, we revere the great dragons that fly through the sky. It is said that if one can converse with a dragon, then they will take you to the lost paradise. A thousand years ago someone managed to speak to a dragon and they were never seen again. They are the only person to speak to a dragon and ever sinse no has even gotten close. We blame the Bal'Rum for this. Their slaying of the wondrous beasts has disconnected the link between the humans and dragons. Everyday we try to restore this.

Our small city is as far from them as possible. We are still at war with them, trying to reclaim the scroll that was taken from us a thousand years ago. From that scroll, our mages could decipher the magics and bring back the connection. We are at war with Bal'Rum, and the truth of what we are fighting for burns everlasting in our souls. Many small towns have joined our cause, and many others have suffered our displeasure for not. Today is a new day, we can feel it in the suffocating air. A soft warm breeze bloeing from the south, over the wastelands. No-one ever dares venture out there any more. Too much unstable ground, and too many horrors to face, but as we look over the lava flows, it seems lighter sometimes.

I have my orders. My battalion is set to move out within half an hour to the small northern town of Huy'te where I will mount an attack against the Bal'Rum controlled outpost of Puy'te.

I am ready. I am A'tooph of the Jund and I serve as my masters command.

Then I lived.

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We march, each day we march going from village to village, hearing the people complain about numerous things, but the only thing we can help them with is death, death to whatever plagues them. Standing face to face with a dragon is all that we want but usually it's some hideous beast that could be killed instantly by any man but the people are always frightened, they always are. And they should be for there are countless horrors we have defeated, things coming through the barrier that are equally dangerous as a dragon.

Today we are heading to Ghand'te of the Te province, villagers reported that they saw a troll in the caves.

Not many people know this, but I own the first radio in Springfield. Not much on the air then, just Edison reciting the alphabet over and over. "A" he'd say; then "B." "C" would usually follow...

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Five minutes into the march and we are confronted by one of the horrors that stalk us. One of the Great Mages accompany us on this attack, so she takes command and orders everyone to take cover.

The battalion back off and head for a group of dead trees for cover. I turn to see what is happening.

A great shadow covers the ground and the Mage stands ready. Her hands are together focusing a large portion of magic to her will. The shadow, what we call an Enedwraith moves closer and brings itself to full height, ready to crush the Great Mage, who we call Lenara. Lenara threw her hands in the air, causing the blue orb in her hands to explode. The Enedwraith was caught in the blue explosion and is thrown back. Lenara thrust her hands towards the ground, and around her the ground erupts in great blue flames. She looks up and moves her hands behind her and summons more blue magic. The Enedwraith does not dare come near the blue flames, but still stalks around the out side looking in. Lenara thrust forwards and the spell she cast seemed to sped her up greatly.

From what I can see, Lenara was moving at incredible speds as she cast dark spheres at the Enedwraith. It dodges most but some hit, melting away its substance. Lenara is begining to move at normal speeds and the blue flames encircling her die away. Lenara stands up to full height, and raises a hand. The Enedwraith limps forward for the kill but Lenara spoke a wrod of command and from her hand a beam of light comes forth and strikes the Enedwraith in the chest area. Another spoken word and the shadow explodes in a gigantic flash of white, causing me to look away and stumble about as the blast wave travels through the ground. I look up when it is safe to see the Great Mage standing solidly.

"A'tooph of Jund. You may lead your troops once more." I hear her say in my mind. I nod and give the orders to move out.

Then I lived.

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