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Ch.9 The Siege
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"How is the Ranger?"
"Not good, his injuries are severe. But that isn't the worst part. They are mostly magical wounds, which normally isn't too much of a problem. But these wounds are far beyond what the Orcs are capable of doing."
"So they must have outside support."
"Exactly. If we are going to retake Kelethin, we are going to have to be careful."
"Careful isn't my style."
"If whoever is backing the Orcs is as strong as we think, it should Raziel"
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The gates to Fewithe were filled with soldiers. Most were on foot, the rest Templars and Grail Knights were on horseback. Standing at the lead of the column was Karasir the Grail Lord. He turned and faced the column. The crowd fell silent.
"In a few moments we march for Kelethin. As you know 12 hours ago, the Crushbone Orcs broke through the joint line and have taken Kelethin. It also has been learn that the orcs have a strong ally. We have no idea who they are or what their number is. What we do know is that they are teach the orcs, powerful magic. So you must be careful. But do not hold back, we must purge the Orcs from the face of Faydwer. We must cleanse these lands, we have waited long enough, we have suffered long enough. We will no longer tolerate thier evil stench fouling our forests or rivers! We will march from, these walls and drive them to extinction. We will win and no one can stop us!."
The troops roared with approval. "For Tunare! For Tunare! For Tunare!" They cheered on.
"For Elrossi! For Elrossi!........Ahh forget it.. Im a minority here.."
"Hehe." Arorua breathed deeply" Are you ready for this Raziel?"
"Always."
"This is it. I cant believe this upcoming battle will decide the fate of Faydwer."
"You should. I suggest you prepare your soul, this will be bloody. regardless of the outcome, this will be a grim"
/Such noble words. You are a good actor Raziel/
Who said I was acting?
/....Cazic help me.../
The troops began their march out of Felwithe. They wound out of Felwithe, the large column turned toward the besieged city of Kelethin. Behind them in Felwithe, the citizens cheered and wished them good luck.
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The troops halted 200 yards in front of Kelethin. They were horrified at what they saw. The beautiful tree city of Kelethin, was in flames. Screams still reverberated through the woods. The troops faltered, they thought of running. How could the orcs be capable of doing this? What if they do this to us?. Karasir sensed this and rounded in front of them.
"What's wrong with you? Just because your enemy is stronger then you thought, you want to run? Look at what they have done! Look and engrain this image into your mind. Look upon this destruction, and see what has happened to our brothers and sisters the Fie'dal. Do you wish this upon our home?"
The troops roared no.
"Do you want to avenge the fallen?"
They roared together. They were ready. they wanted revenge.
"Then lets go!"
The troops reassured now continued forward, but were once again halted in a few moments. This time they were halted by a column of orcs. They orcs outnumbered them 3-1.
"FORM UP!"
They formed together and created a line. The Orcs did the same
"CASTER'S DRAW!"
On both sides, mana began to fly through the lines courses through each sides spell casters. The air crackled with power.
"PREPARE ARMS!"
Weapons flew from there sheaths. Archers nocked their bows and aimed. Then there was silence, not a soul moved.
"LOOSE!"
Arrows flew from the Felwithe forces closely followed by a volley of magical energy. Everything slammed into the orc line. Flames whipped through their lines singing and crisping the orcs that hadn't been pierced by arrows.
"LOOSE!"
Second and third volleys flew from the Felwithe lines. The orc lines soon vanished as flames completely engulfed them. The troops cheered they had won.
"We did it!"
"You know for some one as old as you, you really are gullible"
"WHAT!?!"
"Yeah I know, you are young considering elves live so long. But what I meant is that its not over. Look around Arorua. The orcs has almost completely destroyed this city. The Fie'dal are more then capable people, and they fell to them. It will take a lot more then a few flame spells to wipe them out"
"I hope your wrong."
"I wish I was......JUMP!"
A bolt leapt from the flaming vortex and crashed into the front of the Felwithe forces. A shock wave carved through them. Above the carnage, some the troops had jumped up in time and landed in the tree tops, just escaping the blast.
"What was that?"
"We are going to find out"
The flame vortex abruptly stopped. Large portions of the orc lines had been incinerated,nothing left but dust. The rest were near death, horribly burnt and shredded by arrows. except for one. One orc was unhurt, this orc was being protected by a mana barrier. The barrier fell, and the orc began to chant something. Not wasting time, the Felwithe wizards began to shot off spells at the orc. The spells bounced harmless away from the orc.
"How?"
"Dark Elves"
"What?"
"It was to be Dark elves, only they would or could teach Orcs that type of powerful
magic."
"Why?"
"I dont know. Do I look like the answer man to you?"
The orc continued to chant. The winds halted, and the orc's spell showed its purpose. Corpses orc and elven alike began to stir, slowly rising to their feet. Thousand upon thousands of the dead began to walk.
"Here we go."
"By Tunare.."
Raziel turned to the troops in the tree tops. "HEY!! are you on a coffee break, we got a war to win!" Raziel jumped from the branch and fell towards to the Mixed Orc/Undead line
He plowed into several undead and hacked them to pieces. The undead circled him and began to close in.
/I love the smell of death in the morning, dont you?/
I prefer other things.....but.
"Pressure Cannon!"**
The blast ripped through the undead separating limb from limb. Raziel charged through the hole in the lines and began carving through heading toward the Orc leader.
Meanwhile, the remainder of the Felwithe's forces that hadn't been blasted by the Orc's attack were now rejoining the fight. Sword met rotting flesh and bone, as they clashed. Mana crackled through the air as wizards and magicians pumped bolt after bolt of magic at the relentless undead. The undead continued on, undaunted by the attacks. The forces were taking heavy casualties, and those casualties soon joined the undead ranks. Moral fell with the troops, their hearts were no longer in the fight, they did not want to fight against those who were once their friends, but they did.
/Raziel, you'll have to hurry. The main force cant hold much longer, not with the undead.
Not when their own troops are joining the walking dead./
I know. I know.
Raziel lowered his guard slightly. The undead closed in.
"Seronadon!"
The zombies close to him exploded with white hot flames. Raziel continued slicing through. Suddenly, several of the dead howled as they were bathed in holy light. They howled and screamed as they began to dissolve. Several Templar and paladins fell in beside him.
"Miss me?"
"Not really."
"Hmph, I could have just let you be all alone"
'Well, since your here. Might as well help me. We have to get to that orc!"
"Right"
Arorua's hands pulsed a bluish white and a beam of light whisked ahead of her dissolving the undead. Other Paladins joined her lengthening the path.
Raziel rushed through, the light fading away and being sealed by the dead again.
"Good luck Raziel."
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Several undead howled and fell. Raziel leaped forward, he had finally made it. the orc was there in front of him. His hands flashed red and reddish energy coursed from him and struck the orc. The orc flinched and turned.
"He....comes.......all will ......die.......alll will ......dread......."
/Do you realize who that is?/
Yeah. That's Emperor Crush. But look at his skin. He's dead too. Who did this? And what does he mean comes?
/I think of a few things.../
Now is not the time.
Emperor Crush moaned as the flesh on his arm began to crawl. The flesh began to stretch and rip, slowly forming a blade in his hand. The Emperor chopped at Raziel, and met his sword. Their swords rumbled against each other repeatedly. Raziel dodging several attacks is pushed back into the undead ranks, he wildly cuts through them. Flaying them into pieces.
The Emperor taking the distraction to his advantage begins to weave another spell. Bolts of thunder crash down near Raziel, as he barely escapes being hit. Crush continues to cast spells, but is silenced as Raziel's blade detaches his hands. Raziel's blade sank one more time into the Emperor, this time into his midsection.
/Finish it!/
His eyes went white. And he presses his hands into the Crush's flesh. Power began to radiate violently from both of them. The Emperor began to crumble, his flesh dropping away.
"You..will....join us...in dread.....king ...comes......all..will ..dread...."
The last of the Emperor collapsed to the ground. Raziel still radiated as the undead legions began to crumble and turn to dust. The few reamaning orcs were easily cut down and their bodies incinerated by the Felwithe forces.
"You did it Raziel !! "
Arorua ran up to him and gave him hug. "You were great.....it's finally over."
"I wish it was...but this is only the beginning..."
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End Chapter 9
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Ch.9 The Siege
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"How is the Ranger?"
"Not good, his injuries are severe. But that isn't the worst part. They are mostly magical wounds, which normally isn't too much of a problem. But these wounds are far beyond what the Orcs are capable of doing."
"So they must have outside support."
"Exactly. If we are going to retake Kelethin, we are going to have to be careful."
"Careful isn't my style."
"If whoever is backing the Orcs is as strong as we think, it should Raziel"
----------------------
The gates to Fewithe were filled with soldiers. Most were on foot, the rest Templars and Grail Knights were on horseback. Standing at the lead of the column was Karasir the Grail Lord. He turned and faced the column. The crowd fell silent.
"In a few moments we march for Kelethin. As you know 12 hours ago, the Crushbone Orcs broke through the joint line and have taken Kelethin. It also has been learn that the orcs have a strong ally. We have no idea who they are or what their number is. What we do know is that they are teach the orcs, powerful magic. So you must be careful. But do not hold back, we must purge the Orcs from the face of Faydwer. We must cleanse these lands, we have waited long enough, we have suffered long enough. We will no longer tolerate thier evil stench fouling our forests or rivers! We will march from, these walls and drive them to extinction. We will win and no one can stop us!."
The troops roared with approval. "For Tunare! For Tunare! For Tunare!" They cheered on.
"For Elrossi! For Elrossi!........Ahh forget it.. Im a minority here.."
"Hehe." Arorua breathed deeply" Are you ready for this Raziel?"
"Always."
"This is it. I cant believe this upcoming battle will decide the fate of Faydwer."
"You should. I suggest you prepare your soul, this will be bloody. regardless of the outcome, this will be a grim"
/Such noble words. You are a good actor Raziel/
Who said I was acting?
/....Cazic help me.../
The troops began their march out of Felwithe. They wound out of Felwithe, the large column turned toward the besieged city of Kelethin. Behind them in Felwithe, the citizens cheered and wished them good luck.
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The troops halted 200 yards in front of Kelethin. They were horrified at what they saw. The beautiful tree city of Kelethin, was in flames. Screams still reverberated through the woods. The troops faltered, they thought of running. How could the orcs be capable of doing this? What if they do this to us?. Karasir sensed this and rounded in front of them.
"What's wrong with you? Just because your enemy is stronger then you thought, you want to run? Look at what they have done! Look and engrain this image into your mind. Look upon this destruction, and see what has happened to our brothers and sisters the Fie'dal. Do you wish this upon our home?"
The troops roared no.
"Do you want to avenge the fallen?"
They roared together. They were ready. they wanted revenge.
"Then lets go!"
The troops reassured now continued forward, but were once again halted in a few moments. This time they were halted by a column of orcs. They orcs outnumbered them 3-1.
"FORM UP!"
They formed together and created a line. The Orcs did the same
"CASTER'S DRAW!"
On both sides, mana began to fly through the lines courses through each sides spell casters. The air crackled with power.
"PREPARE ARMS!"
Weapons flew from there sheaths. Archers nocked their bows and aimed. Then there was silence, not a soul moved.
"LOOSE!"
Arrows flew from the Felwithe forces closely followed by a volley of magical energy. Everything slammed into the orc line. Flames whipped through their lines singing and crisping the orcs that hadn't been pierced by arrows.
"LOOSE!"
Second and third volleys flew from the Felwithe lines. The orc lines soon vanished as flames completely engulfed them. The troops cheered they had won.
"We did it!"
"You know for some one as old as you, you really are gullible"
"WHAT!?!"
"Yeah I know, you are young considering elves live so long. But what I meant is that its not over. Look around Arorua. The orcs has almost completely destroyed this city. The Fie'dal are more then capable people, and they fell to them. It will take a lot more then a few flame spells to wipe them out"
"I hope your wrong."
"I wish I was......JUMP!"
A bolt leapt from the flaming vortex and crashed into the front of the Felwithe forces. A shock wave carved through them. Above the carnage, some the troops had jumped up in time and landed in the tree tops, just escaping the blast.
"What was that?"
"We are going to find out"
The flame vortex abruptly stopped. Large portions of the orc lines had been incinerated,nothing left but dust. The rest were near death, horribly burnt and shredded by arrows. except for one. One orc was unhurt, this orc was being protected by a mana barrier. The barrier fell, and the orc began to chant something. Not wasting time, the Felwithe wizards began to shot off spells at the orc. The spells bounced harmless away from the orc.
"How?"
"Dark Elves"
"What?"
"It was to be Dark elves, only they would or could teach Orcs that type of powerful
magic."
"Why?"
"I dont know. Do I look like the answer man to you?"
The orc continued to chant. The winds halted, and the orc's spell showed its purpose. Corpses orc and elven alike began to stir, slowly rising to their feet. Thousand upon thousands of the dead began to walk.
"Here we go."
"By Tunare.."
Raziel turned to the troops in the tree tops. "HEY!! are you on a coffee break, we got a war to win!" Raziel jumped from the branch and fell towards to the Mixed Orc/Undead line
He plowed into several undead and hacked them to pieces. The undead circled him and began to close in.
/I love the smell of death in the morning, dont you?/
I prefer other things.....but.
"Pressure Cannon!"**
The blast ripped through the undead separating limb from limb. Raziel charged through the hole in the lines and began carving through heading toward the Orc leader.
Meanwhile, the remainder of the Felwithe's forces that hadn't been blasted by the Orc's attack were now rejoining the fight. Sword met rotting flesh and bone, as they clashed. Mana crackled through the air as wizards and magicians pumped bolt after bolt of magic at the relentless undead. The undead continued on, undaunted by the attacks. The forces were taking heavy casualties, and those casualties soon joined the undead ranks. Moral fell with the troops, their hearts were no longer in the fight, they did not want to fight against those who were once their friends, but they did.
/Raziel, you'll have to hurry. The main force cant hold much longer, not with the undead.
Not when their own troops are joining the walking dead./
I know. I know.
Raziel lowered his guard slightly. The undead closed in.
"Seronadon!"
The zombies close to him exploded with white hot flames. Raziel continued slicing through. Suddenly, several of the dead howled as they were bathed in holy light. They howled and screamed as they began to dissolve. Several Templar and paladins fell in beside him.
"Miss me?"
"Not really."
"Hmph, I could have just let you be all alone"
'Well, since your here. Might as well help me. We have to get to that orc!"
"Right"
Arorua's hands pulsed a bluish white and a beam of light whisked ahead of her dissolving the undead. Other Paladins joined her lengthening the path.
Raziel rushed through, the light fading away and being sealed by the dead again.
"Good luck Raziel."
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Several undead howled and fell. Raziel leaped forward, he had finally made it. the orc was there in front of him. His hands flashed red and reddish energy coursed from him and struck the orc. The orc flinched and turned.
"He....comes.......all will ......die.......alll will ......dread......."
/Do you realize who that is?/
Yeah. That's Emperor Crush. But look at his skin. He's dead too. Who did this? And what does he mean comes?
/I think of a few things.../
Now is not the time.
Emperor Crush moaned as the flesh on his arm began to crawl. The flesh began to stretch and rip, slowly forming a blade in his hand. The Emperor chopped at Raziel, and met his sword. Their swords rumbled against each other repeatedly. Raziel dodging several attacks is pushed back into the undead ranks, he wildly cuts through them. Flaying them into pieces.
The Emperor taking the distraction to his advantage begins to weave another spell. Bolts of thunder crash down near Raziel, as he barely escapes being hit. Crush continues to cast spells, but is silenced as Raziel's blade detaches his hands. Raziel's blade sank one more time into the Emperor, this time into his midsection.
/Finish it!/
His eyes went white. And he presses his hands into the Crush's flesh. Power began to radiate violently from both of them. The Emperor began to crumble, his flesh dropping away.
"You..will....join us...in dread.....king ...comes......all..will ..dread...."
The last of the Emperor collapsed to the ground. Raziel still radiated as the undead legions began to crumble and turn to dust. The few reamaning orcs were easily cut down and their bodies incinerated by the Felwithe forces.
"You did it Raziel !! "
Arorua ran up to him and gave him hug. "You were great.....it's finally over."
"I wish it was...but this is only the beginning..."
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End Chapter 9
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