The necromancers conquest (Closed for SilkMist and me)

[Logan2]

Telamon stood on the hill overlooking the small elven village he was about to conquer. In his quest to subjugate the known world he had come far. Two kingdoms allready had submitted to his rule, the dwarves had been forced so deep underground that they now longer where a threat to him. His next big campaign was against the elves of Woodhome.

His first target was this small village because he had heard of a powerfull artifact that was kept here. It was called the Staff of Eltuna but Telamon still didn't know what it was supposed to do. But apparently it was powerfull and the elven really weren't willing to give it up without a fight. A rather large army of elven soldiers was surrounding the village. He still wondered why they hadn't moved the staff but he certainly didn't mind haveing access to it.

He looked over his army of skeletons and zombies with some vampires threwn in and then back at elven army. The huge advantage of beeing a necronmancer was the ability to increase the size of his army with every soldier that died. The elfs had some priests in their army but a priest had to touch an undead and say a short prayer and in the time it took them to do that they usually where killed by some other undead.

Real powerfull priests that could banish a number of undead form afar where seldom and so Telamon felt rather sure that he would win this battle.

With a slight movement of his hand he order his army to attack.

 

[SilkMist]

Princess Kare Silverleaf

She looked out of her tower over the undead army that faced her followers. It was a grim sight, seeing the vast hoards of unnatural warriors surrounding her village. She said prayers to Fiwien for strength and protection, and clutched to her chest the Staff of Eltuna. Here in its sanctuary on the top of the tower the Staff was supposed to be safe from all harm but Kare did not know if that would be true any longer. She had never seen an army so large or so ready to attack.

She saw the army surge forward, and moved to the tower's window. Her brave warriors waited behind the village's palisades, firing arrows that flamed or burned blue with magic. She feared deeply not for her own safety but for that of the Staff, and the world. If the Staff fell into the hands of one so evil there would be little he could not conquer.

Even she did not know the full power of the staff. She young for an elf, less than two centuries old. She knew healing magics, and knew how to cast spells to encourage or frighten living creatures.

She chanted now, gesturing with an open hand and with the staff. She could feel energies flowing out from the tower, down and around to the village and its defenders. She could feel the staff heat up, and see it glow with the magical energies and knew that it was giving her magic far greater power than she had for herself.

Her magic, she knew, would help her army, but could do nothing against the enemy. She had to pray that her warriors and priests could hold back the undead long enough for more elves to come to help, or maybe if they had fortune, to kill the Necromantic emperor Telamon which would shatter the undead army.

She sobbed quietly, watching the undead warriors fearlessly rushing forward climbing over the palisades and forcing her army back, killing so many in the first few minutes of the attack. Quietly she so deeply wanted her friends to come to rescue her and her village.

 

[Logan2]

Telamon watched the battle unfold and knew that he would win soon. He had felt the power in the tower and so he knew someone was probably using the staff but it didn't matter. His army was tearing into the enemy and his necromantic skill filled his ranks faster then the enemy could chop down the undead or banish them.

A messenger, one of the few vampires, came to his side and wisperd smething into his ear. The bulk of his army had cut off the elven reinforcements and so the battle her was allready decided. He took a great gamble in letting the main troops battle without his guidience but he had put them under the command of two of his apprentices and he was certain that they could handle this.

He focused his concentration back to the battle at hand and saw that the enemy was nearly routed. He raised his hand to stop his army and with a slight flick of his hand he increased the volume of his voice so it would carry over the whole village.

"Whoever is in command of the elven army. Surrender unconditionally and I will spare all survivors."

Now he waited for any kind of reply.

 

[SilkMist]

Kare looked out of her tower window, gripping the precious staff. She closed her eyes, and collapsed to her knees, weeping openly for her brave, doomed warriors. From her vantage point she had seen the battle, had seen the brutal slaughter of her people and even more horribly the reanimation of the corpses of her people to swell the enemy's ranks. She did not hear her lieutenant enter the shrine.

"Princess? Less than a hundred warriors live. Most are wounded to some degree. None of our priests or mages live, beyond yourself. If we continue to fight ... we will all die."

She looked up to him with tear-stained cheeks, eyes red from crying. She stood slowly, using the staff to support her weight.

"I do not know if he will keep his word. I know what he wants. Very well. I shall pray for his mercy. But he will not have the secret to the staff, even if he obtains the artifact."

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Kare answered Telamon by leaving her tower, and bravely walking forward in her finest attire. It was a diaphenous dress of spun silver that covered her from shoulders to feet, of a fine mesh that revealed a blue tunic of shorter length beneath it. She wore a sliver coronet decorated with wrought-silver leaves that were so finely wrought as to blow gently in the faint breeze.

She walked forward, head bowed, using the Staff as though it were an ordinary walking-staff. She knew without its secret even if the Necromancer posessed it it would be no use to him.

"Telamon, I am Princess Kare Silverleaf. I here surrender to you, and beg you to have mercy on my poor people."

She dropped to her knees, silently praying to the Gods of the Elves that he posess something of honor to follow through in his word, or at the least to slay her quickly so that she not have the indignity to watch her people suffer ....

 

[Logan2]

A kocking grin appeared on his face as he saw the elven princess come out of her tower. The battle was won and the staff was his. He waited for her to come forward and watched her all the time. She was very beautifull and he felt something stirr in him that he hadn't felt for a long time...desire.

His eyes wandered over her body, taking it in, admiring the lith form and her clothes that hugged her curves quite nicely.

As she surrenderd to him and kneelt before him he forced a benevolent smile on his face.

"I accept your surrender." he said and with another wave of his hand the undead army started to pull back from village.

"I will let you and your soldiers live but don't take that as a sign of weakness. At the slightes sign of rebellion or lack of obidience I will crush you all."

He turned slightly to speak to one of his vampire lieutenants.

"The prisoners are to be treated well and not be harmed. Is that clear?"

The vampire just nodded and went off and Telamon turned to Kare again. He held out his hand to help her raise.

"You will show me to my new quarters and serve me." he said.

 

[SilkMist]

She rose leaning on the staff, noticeably ignoring the offered hand up that Telamon gave to her.

"Yes," with pain and barely supressed anger in her voice, "i will serve you. The tower has the most luxurious quarters in the village. I will show you to ... the royal suite, if it will ... meet your ... needs."

A tear rolled down her cheek. She wasn't able to hold it in any longer. She would serve him to save her people from a fate worse than mere death. She still hoped maybe her father the Elven king and his army would arrive unknowing that his forces were fought back and not coming.

Kare turned quickly gesturing with her open hand and began to lead him to the tower, still treating the staff as a walking staff.

 

[Logan2]

Telamon watched her as he followed her down to hill to the village and the tower in it's center. Her form was exquisite and her movements furthered the desire that stired within him.

Apparently she was content with bidding her time. He guessed that she hoped that the elven king would arrive soon and thought a moment about telling her that the main elven army was defeated but he decided against that. Telling her of the defeat of her father would just break her spirit and he couldn't see and point in that, no let her believe that help was on the way for a while longer.

He also would let her keep the Staff of Eltuna a while longer together with the believe that he didn't know that she was carrying it around. His magical defences where quite good and he was certain that he could block anything this girl could throw against him.

As they reach the tower he asked:

"Why so sad little flower? You fought well and the survivors will be treated well. The fallen are now roaming in Fiwien eternal forests, I'm only using their bodys, they most certainly don't have anymore use for them."

He turned her around to look into her face.

"If you really wanted to save lifes you should have surrenderd right away."