The Black Army

[The GrandMage]

OOC: Okay, here's what we have, The Black Army, a group of the most evil people in the world, is laying seige to the Land. (Which is Five countries who have banded together). The Army is stationed in the Northern Doomlands (Deserts, mountains, and bloody battlefields covered in corpses, not all human). We need- evil persons of rank, and the goodie-goodies to protect themselves.


IC: It was time. The Lord General Hiral, leader of the Black Army, left the Keep of Demons, which was positioned on the border of the Northern Doomlands and the Land. Both the Black Army and the Army of Light were massing. He gave a whistle, and the great DevilWolf Fyreslayer ran up to him. It was as big as a horse, the tail and legs of a giant lizard, the body and head of a wolf. The eyes were blood red, and three spiral horns of black were raised from its head. He climbed onto the saddle on the creature's back, and kicked its sides, forcing it down to were the Commanders waited for him.

"Report?" He grinned, the great armor covered his body, black and silver, the cape moving in the wind. The large, horned helmet changed his words, making them deeper, twisting his voice, making it sound even more evil.

 

[Morgoth]

A huge black dragon appeared suddenly over the army of Light, flew straight forward, and smashed headfirst into their castle, causing a crater, and sending it falling into the ground. Suddenly, where the black dragon had lain, was a human in black armor. He jumped up. "God fucking DAMNIT!" he roared, punching the ground. "Not a fucking gain! Damnit Belial! I was on vacation!" He shouted at the sky. "Hawaii was going great! Until four red dragons came out of a time portal. Then, right when Iwas about to kill them, I flew into this damn time portal", he muttered angrily to himself, oblivious to the army around him.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

He stared. "I suppose this begins the battle?"

The Castle of Power, the major defensive position, had just been dealt a serious blow by outside forces. He turned to his General. "I want whatever did that..." He pointed at the crater, "To be in my tent in the next four hours."

And with that, he turned, motioning to a Major nearby. "And get me those reports." And he was back in his tent, to plan the first strike.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Wahissa

BIO:

Name...............Wahissa
Rides...............Cosmos
Occupation......Botonist
Employed by....Castle Dawn
Religion...........The way of light

Physically:
Height.............2 meters (6'6")
Weight............86 kilos (190 lbs)
Hair.................Dark blue, like the leaves of the local trees
.......................shaved except for a braid from above my neck
.......................mustasche (also blue)
Eyes................Whites lack veins and irises are also white.
Clothes...........A simple tunic, made of canvas, no shoes

 

[bobo_daclown]

The castle

WAHISSA:

This is the most romantic place in the universe. As I sit here in the garden, I am comforted by my drake. Here in Castle Dawn, we believe in peace through reason and intellect through study.

My name is Wahissa. It is an old name that means 'happy place.' In this place, we have learned to harness the powers of Nature and use it to keep balance in this lovely world. If we had not used our forward thinking and superior intellect, the warped reality of evil would have taken control of our world and would have submitted Nature to torture.

We are so adept at helping life along that we have prospered from this field. The cattle are large these days and we have altered the biology of many animals, including my pet drake. Unlike the ducks that our children read about in fairy tails, these are no tiny birds. My drake, for instance, towers two meters high and measures four meters from beak to tail.

The only creature we cannot influence is dragons. They seem beyond our control and our aid. Speaking of which...

A huge black dragon appeared suddenly over the army of Light, flew straight forward, and smashed headfirst into their castle....

I leap onto my drake as I feel the castle take the impact. The large tree that is our castle quivers and creaks with abandon. She shifts first northward and then eastward as she collapses into the dirt. I am riding Cosmos, the seven-score drake and watch as the garden I was in is turned into fertilizer. Many may have died in this airborne attack.

I do, however see a survivor, only mildly harmed, stuck under a limb. Cosmos dives toward the tree as he hears my thoughts. Webbed feet move the limb and the stranger grabs my arm. "Hello," I shout over the wind.

 

[Rayv]

Name: Drag
Age: 709
highth/wait: 8'9" 400lb All Muscel
Eyes:Red ANd Gold
Hair: Nohair Do to scells Scells are A red color
Race: Dark Dragoon
Alignment : NOne At the moment ( Free Agent)
Clothes: Black Armor With gold dragon head carved on chest Plate. His Gontlets ARe Talons . Helmet hinds Face He never takes it off

 

[Rayv]

Drag

STand sAt the eage of the kingdom whatching the distruction
" Urumf Humans ANd their petty wars. Pitifull"

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

Thing just weren't going his way. All his soldiers tood there like mindless dolts. He'd taken it upon himself to take action. He was tired of all the mayhem that was going on in the name of 'good'. The searching out of 'evil' had taken a toll on the Land. Innocent farmers daughters were taken from their homes, tortured and killed as witches. And the acts the did to warp nature!

In battle, he was a feirce killer. In reality, he was a simple merchant's son. After his family had been killed, his sister for being a witch, his father for being a traitor, his mother for being a heretic, and his two older brothers for being 'agents of evil', he'd decided to exact revenge. He went to the North, found others like himself, and some true villans. He'd aquired an army, and had risen up. Now here he stood, his army opposing theirs. Perfectly formed ranks, staring each other down. Ready to charge into battle at a single order. He glanced to the castle.

Things weren't the same. There had been a balance that had kept the armies from attacking for months now. But this force could turn the tides. But for who's side? His best spy was within the walls, trying to contact the creature who had knocked itself against the castle. He sighed, and turned to the Mage. "Have we any hope if this new power is turned against us?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

In the air

WAHISSA:

As I pull the survivor from the wreckage, I see across the field, many soldiers surrounding a man wearing black armour and I can hear him screaming profanity through my drake's mind.

Once I get this lucky person behind me, I'll help to capture the black-clad man (thinking about Morgoth).

 

[Rayv]

Drag

"what should I wounder"
Whatchs Whashia ( Did I Get The Name right BoBo) Grabs him Aand The Man He Saved "WHats Gon ing On?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

What's going on!?!?!

OOC:
Interesting, but I do not submit easily. Besides, who ever said that I was human?

WAHISSA:

Suddenly, I feel uneasy. My inner feelings grab my heart and stop it cold. I know that something very wrong is going to happen. With the strength that only a worried mother knows, I hoist the stranger from the wreckage and place her behind me in the saddle.

In a flash of light, a figure emerges from nowhere. This was not the light of our army nor that of the evil army. Instead, this was the light of a dragoon, neither good nor evil, just content to be.

From atop my drake, my companion and I are snatched, pulled into the light as the dragoon prepares to disappear again. After eighty-three years without capture, I will be damned if my young hide is going to the unholy places that only dragoons go. My tail splits and I molt my exoskeletal skin, falling from the grasp of the dragoon.

As I drop from my old shell, the tail seals itself, lending to the structure of the remains. The dragoon will not notice until he stops to examine his prize. I fall, a mass of liquid and gasses, through the sky. The dragoon disappears into his magical highway. As I fall, the heat from the sun bakes the outer layer of my body. I solidify enough to take shape. Mere meters from the ground, my drake rescues me. I am glad that he knows where I am by thought alone.

Damn! I think to myself how long it will be before I will again have a tail of such an honorable length. And my hair will take weeks to begin growing again.

Oh well, I suppose that I will live. Just above the terrain, Cosmos glides, bringing me to an ever-increasing mass of soldiers that are jeering the man in black. I jump off the drake and tell them to move, as I wish to see this man for myself.

 

[Rayv]

Drag

OOC: You could have Tryd To re crut me In sted you macke me Made By Excaping My Grasp That Was Smart.



IC: He is BBack Out Side Again He truns To talk to the Ones He grabed To See Only AN emty Usc

 

[bobo_daclown]

Okay, so I'm a moron

OOC:
Now that I've proven how stupid I can be, I suppose I'll try to make up for it in the future.

WAHISSA:

With my feet on the naked ground, my body begins to regenerate. I push some of the soldiers out of the way. One refuses to move. I look at him and laugh. From my one toe, a root buries into the ground. A second later, a weed wraps around the arrogant man. He is soon mummified in the weed. I finally make it into the center of the mob.

The sodiers are standing back from the man in black armour. I stand before the man, and address him, "Noble man, I am Wahissa the Botonist." That title usually ellicits respect among those of the light. I was glad that the man before me did not know that I had the protection of the high one. Nature would not allow me to be harmed while I respected her.

"Please introduce yourself so that we may begin to determine what is to be done with you."

 

[Rayv]

Dark red Wings Form On the Back Of Drag He sets Flight In To the Air

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

OOC: Finding it hard to follow my own thread. Is it too much to ask that you spell correctly? I can't figure out half these posts the first time I read them!


IC:

He was very annoyed at this point. Well, only one thing to do. He took up the Flag of Truce, which was carried to formal meetings between he and the Council of Six. The Council was made up of the rulers of the five coutries, and the very Leader of the Land.

He rode past the army, which parted politely, to some muttering and name-calling. He rode Fyreslayer up to a group of soldiers gathered around two figures. He dismounted, and polietely made his way through the crowd, noting a man mummified in the weed.

He groaned inwardly. A Botonist. Just what he needed. Good likelyhood the other was the very person he was looking for. The one who had made the crater in the castle walls.

"If I may humbly ask, what is going on here?"

He always tried to be polite around those of the Land. Just because he didn't need a worse image than the one he already had. His full-body battle armor covered everything but his eyes, which glowed red through the darkness of his helmet.

 

[Rayv]

Drag

Drag Fly straight to the senter Of the solders breathing Fire staight at the Botnist Brunig ANy Plant that gets in his way He swings His sword AT The Botonist Missing purposly Strikng the man in the black ARmor WHo now had Dager in his hand pointing AT The Botonist Drag Vanishis Every one is still Alive

 

[bobo_daclown]

WAHISSA THE BOTONIST:

The crowd around us suddenly moves. Almost directly behind me, an opening appears, and from it, a large man emerges into the ring.

He is covered in armour and from his helmet, a red glow is the only sign of life. He rides a strange mount that is a vision of evil. He holds a large flag symbolizing his peaceful intent.

Behind the flag, a bright light suddenly burns the sky. I turn from it to shield my milky eyes. As I begin to turn back to the light, I notice that the man in black armour (Morgoth) has pulled a blade. Fearing the worst, I begin to protect myself from all directions. Sprouts shoot from the ground, first between the man (Morgoth) and myself and then forming a boundary for the dragoon.

Finally, I grow a leafy exoskeleton which is temperature insensitive. Just in time, so it seems, as the dragoon burns most of the sprouts that tower above me. His last shot barely misses me and then he vanishes into his wicked light. I turn to check on the others as my leaves turn colors and fall away.

"Is everybody okay?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

He turned, looking at the soldiers. They we're his soldiers, but he felt a little concern for their well-being. He might be the leader of the opposing army, and probably one of the most well-known and hated person in that Land. But it was a truce. At the moment.

The only one who seemed hurt was the one who had been covered in weeds. He had some mild burns, but seemed fine. He shrugged, and turned to the Botonist.

"I don't suppose I could,...Oh, speak to the Council, maybe? I know it's short notice but,..." He pointed to the crater in the castle. "I do believe that this war has taken a turn."

 

[bobo_daclown]

Council meeting indeed

WAHISSA:

The stranger will not speak. To keep him from harm and from inflicting harm, I breath more of my lifeforce into Nature. She responds by growing from the ground around the stranger. Up, twisting, like a beanstalk from a fairy-tale, the enchanted plant wraps around the stranger and suspends him nearly a meter off of the ground. Nature is securing those bonds and I know that he cannot escape without magikal means. When he speaks, someone will fetch me and I can release him. "Man," I address the stranger, "when you wish to speak with me, alert anyone. They all know Wahissa the Botonist and will fetch me if you request."

I look beyond the stranger to where the castle is rejuvinating itself. She is standing tall once again with only a craterous scar marring her beauty. Her roots have righted themselves and are taking nutrients deep into her grainy core. No doubt the medics are tending to any who are hurt.

Only after admiring Castle Dawn's beauty do I return my attention to the armoured man wearing general officer rank. He has just asked about the Council, though I have ignored it.

"General, is it. Why would you be so bold as to ride through the Army of Light after one of your minions has so daringly attacked her castle?"

 

[Rayv]

Drag

Drag Standing On A Cloud Whatching The sean Un fold Befor him Keeping An eye On All three Partys.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

He gave a sigh. Of course, it had to be his minion, didn't it? No one would assume that it did it on his own. He mtioned over he shoulder, and Fyreslayer bounded up to him, watching the Botonist closely. DevilWolves had a very bad relationship with the people of the Land. The Lord General, his symbol of rank the golden hilted sword at his side, gave a look to the man.

"He's not one of mine, which is exactly why I want to speak to the council. If an outside force is brought into the war, it could end the truce."

He glared at the Botonist a moment, then climbed back aboard the DevilWolf. "Of course, I could talk to you instead. I suppose a Botonist of your strength would have sufficient rank to converse with the Lord General of the Black Army?"

 

[bobo_daclown]

Outside force

WAHISSA:

With a neutral face I respond to the red-eyed one, "Lord General, General, all generally uninteresting. If that is the title you wish, so be it, Lord General Hiral. Although I recognize no features as you are fully armoured, I know the name and the position. If you wish dialogue with the Council, you needed only ask. I will inquire on your behalf, immediately."

My eyes close and my skin turns dark. The rhythm of my heart can be heard radiating from my chest. I am in communication with a Botonist within the House of Elders. There, the Council stays hidden. The House of Elders is in another dimension, inaccessable to all but a chosen few. Not even the dragoons, with their omnipotent powers, could reach the House without forfeiting all of their powers in the process.

I ask the Botonist at the House to patch my mind into the Hall of Good where the Council members meet for decisions. I hope that there is at least once Council member there as I begin silently broadcasting into the void, "Attention High Council! This is Wahissa, Botonist Gliglak (the highest level of botony). Is any member of the Council available?"


OOC:

Two things:

1) I misspelled the science of botany by spelling botanist as botonist. Since this spelling mistake exists throughout many posts, I will say that Botony is different from Botany and we will all live with it.

2) Hint, this is a chance for someone to become a Council member. One of the six most important good-guys.... Give me a hand all you thread-writers out there. ;-)

 

[bobo_daclown]

WAHISSA:

I turn back to the Lord General and tell him that none of the council members are available. I did, however leave a message with a Botonist there. I take him to a room to wait on a response.

Walking back through the mob of people, I look at the man clad in black. With my thoughts alone, the weeds slowly shrink back to the ground, freeing the man. I tell the people around to keep an eye on this one and to do what is needed.

Regretfully, I head out on my trip. If we are to win this war, each person must be fully able to fight. I will train in a distant place for enough days to prepare fully.


OOC:

This thread is just becoming interesting and I have to leave to move into my new apartment. Sorry... I wrote myself out for a while. I guess you guys still need more players and I wish you luck procuring them. Ciao for now.

 

[The GrandMage]

Lord General Hiral

He sighed, and waited in the room, Fyreslayer, laying down. He wouldn't leave the DevilWolf alone. If the creature were toi experience an 'accident' while he was gone, the truce could still be held, and he didn't trust the people of the Land. The saw things as either 'evil' or 'good'. They neglected to see the shades of grey.


OOC: Well, dang. C'mon people! Join in, have some fun.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken snapped out of his trance. He stood up, and suddenly became a dragon. He lifted up into the sky, wings beating the air. "How the hell am I supposed to save this one?" he muttered silently, but which actually ended up as an enormous boom spread over the entire land. "Find the Council of Elders", Belial spoke into his mind. "Whatever", muttered Lokken. A purple circle opened in front of Lokken, and he changed to human before flying through. It was a relatively simple trip, at least compared to the one to the World of Unthinkable Horror. He arrived in front of an immense palace of white marble, and walked into it. Slightly weakened by the poerful dimensional rip, he walked in proudly, yet tiredly. The six elders gathered around the Great Table practically got heart attacks when they saw him. They were about to shout for gaurds, but Lokken held up a hand. "Shut up! I could crush all of you fairly easily. For a class 18 world, that was an immensely powerful portal. But still, nothing compared to some that I've went through. Now listen, and listen well.I travel through dimensions and planes to solve the problems of worlds. You're one is pretty bad. It seems that this army of evil is actually being controlled by yet another malicious interstellar being. They don't know that they are, because unlike most, he is very subtle. Not even my god knows who he really is, but he is here. I can, with a number of other people, probably find and stop him. Now, I'm going to, whether you want me or not, but for god's sakes, don't interfere. When I get angry enough, I became a not nearly so friendly version of that black dragon. I've accidentally destroyed at least 10 worlds like that. Of course, nobody'll really miss them, but they're still gone", and with that he turned around and flew back through the portal.