The Eden War - Archived roleplay

[The Eden Chronicles]

~ Nakitta ~
May 10, 2005, 21:05:52

~ Kitta felt truly free in her truest of forms the mere sight of her is enough to cause a few of the oppossing armies men to stop dead in their tracks for she was both terrifying and yet sinfully alluring at the same time a true deadly beauty. Her left arm swings out and in her hand appears her bow made from the very bones of mortals. The bow is quite impressive in it's own right but far more when within the hands of it's only weilder that being Kitta.

She knocks an arrow of hellfire aiming for the stunned men that gaze upon the deadly beauty of her visage. With salicious smile and demonic purrs of ecstacy she lets loose arrow after hellfire arrow issuing death with eath harmonius pull of the bow string each arrow hitting it's mark either straight through eye or the heart dropping soldier after soldier from astride her mount. She is ever careful to make sure not a single arrow harms any of Edens defenders.~

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 11, 2005, 04:00:58

-It was now time, time for them to end to basis of this reality and come to their victory. Her orbs flickered, coming to a darkened aura, the sound, the echo of darkness, twisting through out the vacant mind of the Imperial Commander. Knowingly, she felt the other troops rise behind her, the sound of her dearest beloved sister, the voice of a transformation, nodding to its presence.

"No Mercy, Kitta. Bring them down the best way ye' know how."

And with this, Kalicity's eyes began to search, a mind would convey the powers of Darkness, she snarled softly, to pinpoint to regiment of where she was going for.  She wanted to the Commander, and the reek and stench of him would be so docile it would disgust him in a way of, how the hell would he earn such a rank over such a pitiful army. Perhaps that is why, because it was nothing but a blocade of ill mannered creatures that new nothing of war.

As these arrows fell, many of those that had been landed, death would start to reek as burning flesh would ignite, creating heavily burdened torches to run through the fading light through the opposing crowd. Then eyes would narrow, as she spotted such a creature, a creature, the one with armor that resulted in such royalty, different from all the others. Crimson lips curled and the fangs were gnarled with a bitter snarl, and then with her sword in her hand, growling a bit.

"He's mine." Turning around, raising her sword again. "All Troops! Attack!!" Then as the thunder of feet running, at least the ones that were behind her, the voice echoed at they charged towards this blocade of foolish men, Chaos had reared up, pivot off the base of his hindquarters, steadying himself by his wings, she charged as well, her
weapon held out to her right, as she soon approached the men, she would quickly dismount upon her riding horse, to the ground she would fall with such quickness and smoothness, she needed Chaos not for this much, and the horse would veer off to the side and move off into the air.

Quickly unsheathing /DeathStrike,/ the blade shimmering in the light, feet carried her, /A Venom's Kiss /in her right hand,  her speed now coming to her, and she shot forward through the armory of men, a blur to their eyes, not even able to see her, slice, a hollar of independence, followed by a plummet of many of men, she made way, the clash of the other troops behind her, unleashing hell, the echo of swords, broken bones snapping, the humor of dinamic descent as she quickly uprode the sight of the wonderful little Commander named Brunner.

Approaching this creature, from the side, through the crowd, her body would move, a straight drive, coming at an Angle,/ a Venom's kiss/ shot forward in a stab directly above the hip, driving it at a downward angle to dislodge his pelvic bone from his spine, her legs beneath her, Deathstrike coming from the opposite side, the flash of light, the sword in itself covering the majority of its body, coming straight across at yet another downward angle, from left to right, over his shoulder blades and amongst the part of his neck, to decapitate him. His head had to be hers, as it were the ways of old, the head of thy' opposer had to be brought to the queen, so it would be mounted on the outters walls to warn those of what would happen. In this particular movement, her speed was unmatched, it was more than a blur, she would have been there in less of a blink of an eye, as well as the blades themselves that were driving at Brunner. She would have come out of no where, and he would have been left stunned at this concidering all that was going on, unknowing to this Silent Assassin of Eden.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 11, 2005, 04:48:04

-Though there was no order Gabriela moved forward with the troops, after a moment of watching Kalicity run forward weapons drawn, it seemed to inspire all those who now held back. Pulling hard on the reins of her mount Gabriela felt Brat kick up dirt as it turned to face the enemy line. Gabriela needed no introduction to war and was soon pressing forward, though she had waited a few moments after Kalicity to allow herself to charge neck in neck with the middle of Kalicity's legions. Faster and faster, the sound of stomping feet would come like a torrent of twisted desires?to cut off a foot, a hand, even a head to take home, this war was fun for this threat produced no real fear in those whom lived in Eden. Already the man in charge of this attack was no doubt doubling over with humiliation. If any of his mean decided to turn away and run, she wondered if they would be shown mercy, but the blur that was Kalicity, the falling men who died in bloodied tangles of limbs held that look of morbid fascination upon there torn faces. And those who stood around backed away as if the devil himself were running amongst them to kill, feeding not only on their blood, but their very flesh.

Pushing forward Gabriela lead her mount through the clearing Kalicity had left, she would give the Commander the respectable distance that clearly she earned and could work in, but Gabriela would not leave her completely alone. Instead she made sure at least the broken screams of those who were dying by Kalicity's hand were still very close and a short distance if the need arose for her to aid her dark Mother in some
form.

Now looking around she saw the men whom had at one point started to back away turn in time to see this young woman sitting upon a horse, heavy hooves further desecrating the bodies of their brethren. A rush seemed to come towards her, Gabriela had never in her life been in war, she had never seen so many weapons reach up towards her. But that did not take away from what she was, and the way she saw these weapons drawing towards her. Her hand opened, only a short while ago she had attempted this and failed miserably. But Kalicity had told her to call to it, to scream for it if that was necessary, and now that Gabriela sat there the forces of the enemy gathering around she held her hand out and palm up fingers open.

"ShadowFang!" It was one cry that would rise through the air, her eyes would grow wide at the sensation that suddenly coursed through her entire arm. Something possessed it, and her fingers closed inwardly capturing inside a leather bound hilt that attached itself to one of the most malicious weapons Gabriela had ever laid eyes upon. Yes she had seen ShadowFang before, but now the gleam it held, the tendrils of intelligence that rose around her arm gripping every fingertip, every length of hair that extended from her pale flesh. She had been admiring this weapon for far too long and now as her eyes flickered to her right and then her left she saw what mistake that had been. ShadowFang had been called into her right hand and now that hand rose, her arm moving over her head to show the sharpened end of the ax that was immediately brought down upon the first man who drew close to her left side.

A sword was pushed up towards her and it was immediately cut down by the sheer force of the ax as it was brought down upon the mans very face. The flesh tore open allowing a fountain of blood to pour down his front, the stunningly white surface of bone was revealed as he fell back, jaw opening in closing in pain. Her first causally of war, she thought before turning around to feel something sharp pushing into her thigh, a minimal scratch that would heal immediately by virtue of her vampyric blood. But to this man who'd dared to wound her she brought ShadowFang down, the tinny sharp teeth along its edge swung downward towards the man's chest. From shoulder to shoulder the flesh was completely ripped along with his clothing, the armor he?d been wearing searing only as twisted metal that now stabbed into him as well. More blood, it rained down towards the ground and soon Gabriela ended this individual form of killing realizing it was not useful. But she had seen her first death, and now this weapon of hers seemed to grip her as tightly as she gripped it. If there had been any kind of fear it was vanishing into something completely different.

Her knees were pressed in tightly as she continued forward, the way her hand moved, long strokes also became a blur though her speed was nothing to her Mothers?but still to most mortals it would be quite difficult to follow, and with the weapon held the force that would break the pitiful swords pushed against her.

Brat seemed to take great pleasure in this as well, when the forces drew far too close to its front he would throw his head back nostrils flaring with rage and from deep inside its belly a river of fire would flow past his mouth sending men screaming in agony as they did not mean death, rather the melting sensation of thief flesh and armor. Brat kicked his legs forward catching a few miserable individuals with the strong hooves across their faces, or coming down upon their limbs to immediately break the bone. The sound of screaming filled Gabriela's head and made her shudder with something close to satisfaction, and for that moment she hated herself more than anything. With repulsion she realized that every blow she dealt was aimed for the face or chest, but mostly for the face, something about causing the face to cave in reminded her of flowers of vivid roses. Blood now soaked her long sleeves, her cape held holes were arrows had been aimed at her and missed. Even Brat bled his black blood from small wounds inflicted upon him. But the trail of death they left behind them was a horrible and sick one, burnt flesh and broken faces, torn open chests and shattered limbs.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

Order of the Sacred Fire
May 11, 2005, 05:23:29

"FIRE!!!!!" Captain Baltimore cried as the battle began. They had been given an opportunity it seems, but the arrival of this new woman change the tides in such a way only attack could be an option. 749 black stakes were sent flying to the rear line of Brunner?s army, each one pointed to the head of a soldier. They were accurate  and quick not even giving time to react. They could easily bring down 749 spearmen unless the cogs of fate turned against them.

"PREPARE SECOND ATTACK! SAME LOAD! WE ARE CHARGING WITH THE  OTHERS! FOCUS ON THE REAR!"

The clerics chanted again creating more of those devastating pieces of death ready to lay upon any foul in this cruel battlefield. Captain Baltimor analyzed once more the situation and saw his opportunity, a hole in the defenses they could never expect an attack from behind, not even less from such an small platoon, a platoon of elite  knights, the cleric knights.

"CHARGE!"

The men stopped chanting and the spikes of darkness remained upon their heads, ready to be thrown at any offending creature. All of them charged into combat, taking their white robes out to show the shiny black armors and shields, the best Ayenee had to offer in protective magical gear. While riding towards the heat of battle Captain Baltimore unsheathed his sword and so did his men, the white robes being put on the tip pf their swords getting ready to reach any spearmen.

"DARK HOLD MANEUVER!"

All of them raised their swords with the robes on the tip as a black energy flowed from all their armors into the fabric. In just a second it had gone from the purest white to the darkest black With a swift swing of swords the blackened robes were sent forward to fall upon the soldiers forbidding them from any visibility. The Order could reach them slicing and stabbing with their swords, with the superiority horses could give them against their blind enemies. The stakes upon their heads could be launched forward to any menace the knights could not handle.

Enemies on the rear were far less than those on the front which were already busy with the frontal attacks of the other armies. Yes, it was beautiful indeed; all of the cleric knights already in that frenzy state where their chaos could consume their minds drawing them into the fierce heat of battle and bloodshed. No home to go back, at least they could erase from Aoyn all those who had helped in any way to the fall of their
beloved Empire and their great lord Varsinax. Captain Arcobound Baltimore could be boiling in rage by now, it was all a matter of time and to see if those weak spearmen could be some fun against the best warriors of Ayenee.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Axpel
May 11, 2005, 09:07:04

The Realmbreaker's appearance would most likely not be noticed, as he would play an unimportant role for the time being, one simply of watcher. The chaotic forces not unlike what he saw during a short tenure within Ayenee, but this time...it seemed more...unified. What did Eden have, that Ayenee lacked? they were both quite powerful realms, with warriors of legends and omnipotence fighting within both of them.

Arms would cross his chest, azure eyes glaring down at the chaos below him. Would he join the battle? Most probably not, seeing as how it really had nothing to do with him personally, he was simply an observer in this war, one who would not partake unless action was forced upon him. The skies were filled with the dragons and massive airships, while below, warriors fought on all sides, using whatever means they had.
Magic, Swords, Guns, Spears..some even using their bareknuckles to break someone's face. Axpel's mane of blond locks shook for a seconds as he looked down upon them from his perch upon the mountain side. What would he do?

[The Eden Chronicles]

Musashi Hiroko
May 11, 2005, 10:02:07

*The Hiroko army had shown their face in battle, having some success during the battle at Imperial City, Musashi had overheard from some people, what was brewing in Eden and decided to check it out. The men, suddenly came to a halt, Musashi stopping and turning around to give out orders "Men, it seems Brunner is also in this battle as well, I can smell the foul beast from miles away." He had a pit feeling this war, would also be a bloody one "We come here for one thing, victory, we all shall return home safely or so I hope." The armor and weaponry had been upgraded, it seems the goods that Brunners men had left behind when they died, had been in excellent condition and could be used. The machine guns, had came in to play in the Hiroko army ranks. New grenades had been issued out, such as smoke, flash bang, and nerve gas type grenades. All filled with deadly power, each one making more effects than the last.*

*The clouds hung overhead, Musashi rubbing his chin awaiting to see what would happen, knowing the war had started, but not firing a single bullet, many wondered if he was crazy but he was comming up with a plan. One that would be sure to lead them to victory. Musashi had gripped the hilt of his sacred blade "Heaven's Torment" and flung it out in front of him "CHARGE! STORM THE CITY, CONSERVE YOUR AMMUNITION, KILL ANYTHING THAT IS A THREAT!" The troops began to move, Musashi rushing along with them, he seemed to want to play a big part in this war, not really doing much in the last. But, he was sorry to say, that was a pretty fucked up war. He hadn't seen nothing like it in his life time, now knowing there were much more things out there other than human life.*

*The winds began to blow, a stratigist of Musashi's making a prediction of battle, "Musashi, the winds blow a foul stench, one of death, I cannot predict further if it is our defeat, or the stench of the foe.." These words only added to the adrenaline already built up inside of him, yet he remained calm "Yes, I see how you feel. I hope it is the foe who is scattered across the ground, and not us.." Musashi, who was a great leader, a man of wisdom, had spoken as soft as he could. "I feel this war, will last for along time, how long can we hold out with supplies?" The stratigist didn't know, but he seemed to aim for close to four to five months "Fine, that'll do.." Musashi wanted to have as much victory percentage on his side before he'd retreat for supplies. Hell, if he really wanted to win, Musashi would stay back and continue fighting, sending a unit of men to retrieve the supplies, knowing that they would want victory just as much as himself.*

*The attacking started, Musashi's men firing off with the machine guns, a modern weapon in the West. Bullets blasting off in the stomach, arms, legs, chest areas of his foe. But, they also took some of their men out, yet the Hiroko army had grew since the last time he stepped in to a war. Men scattered up and filled formation, Medics helped the wounded and they worked as a special force unit almost. Yet they were -way- bigger than any ordinary special forces unit, they just played the role of using their mind and brawn, rather than using brawn. They cut corners, firing at people, throwing the grenades at the armies, cutting a path to a safe location for them to re-collect themselves, the war was looking good for Hiroko so far, he did wonder though, how long could they survive? His chances now, looked very good indeed..*

*The sun continued to shine down, bulletfire ringing out, piercing walls, the endless sound never ending, Musashi had used his sword as well, keeping his pistol at his side, only for a combat where he needed it, mainly using CQC (Close Quarter Combat) with his sword, disposing of enemies as quick as he possibly could do so.
"CONTINUE MEN, CLEAVE THE ENEMIES AND MAKE THEIR MORAL VANISH!!"

[The Eden Chronicles]

Caffran Brunner
May 11, 2005, 10:16:12

ACKKKK: Too many posts, I did not read all of them. I will post to the main things, I will soon take the time to read them all though. I did not anticipate this many posts, unnerving...Also, if someone is going to fight Brunner himself, to be easy for me. Please PM me if you would, it is confusing me with all the posting. Thankyou.

Andrew-

Combat seemed to already be in place, death began to sweep through the ranks. Death from everywhere. Ravens, men, cavalry, and anything the land of Eden could throw at a commander. Brunner looked at his ranks from the tent he was stationed in, where he kept his headquarters. An able commander, he would not let this foil his plans, not now. How long had he waited to gain control of Ayenee? How long had he served Varsinax and Justin? Too long, Brunner was on his own now, alone in  his 'quest.' He turned his back from his advisor's, clenching his hands tightly
behind his back.

"It seems they bring the brunt of their attack on the first wave, that's good. Waste all your fighting spirit on a diversion. What will they do when they run out of moral? Captain..."

A young captain named Hallet walked and then stood in front of Brunner, he saluted quickly, Brunner nodded.

"Send in the second wave, build up their moral first though. Recite the holy doctrine of Code 561, of the Memoirs. If that does not work, throw in the chapter on punishment on not fulfilling your battlefield role."

Hallet saluted and then ran to prepare the second wave, Brunner turned back around to the map displayed on the table in front of him. His advisor's seemed eager to know what Brunner was doing, but none of them would say anything unless spoken to. He looked up quickly to the commodore of the fleet, not of the sea, but of the air.

"Are your men prepared commodore? If so, I want them in the air as soon as possible. No delays, this must be done quickly, men of Ayenee are dying."

The commodore also saluted and sauntered off, adjusting his flight helmet on his head. Brunner looked back down again and put his finger on the map, a small valley, the map showed it was only twenty feet below sea level. It seemed to be hidden from view of the opposing forces. Brunner picked up a little marker of a cannon, he placed it in that spot.

"Have the munitorium munichious set up here, begin the bombardment as soon as possible."

One man rushed off and out of the tent, to order the artillery to do as Brunner had said.

"Send in the reinforcements at twenty degrees North, and fifty degrees West. That should give the first wave a place to consolidate, they are to wait as long as they can for the second wave. Retreat and failure is not an option, I don't want the regimental commissar's killing anyone that can fire a weapon. Is that understood gentlemen?"

Brunner locked his gaze with each man who in turn, locked their gaze and nodded.

"Dismissed."

The advisor's and military leaders hurried off, Brunner stopped one man as he went out the tent flap.

"Michar' do not get yourself killed, I don't want your body going home in a box."

Michar' nodded and went to join his unit. As a senior officer he was expected to be leading the second wave in. Brunner wondered what would happen to them though, would they all die?
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On the other side of the battlefield, the friendly side. Engines began to crank up, new technology was on the rise. A body held it all together, long wings made it fly, a propeller made it work. Guns were mounted on the front and the back, small incendiary bombs were held by the man controlling the main gun. The commodore stepped into his 'airplane' and sat down, he looked back at his gunner.

"Are you ready to fly this thing?"

The gunner nodded and gave the thumbs up. The commodore started the machine with a flip of a switch, a pull of a lever and the contraption was moving. Down the 'runway' and soon began to pick up off the ground, steady at first, it was now ten feet from the ground. The commodore pulled the lever and something popped from the body, a gearstick. He placed his hand on it and began to pull back on it slowly. The 'airplane' went higher and higher, the sound of more engines cranking up sounded behind him. More 'airplanes' became airborn, the pilots gained control of their vehicles and began to steer them efficiently. The commodore reached to his mic' piece and spoke into it, each pilot heard the following.

"Just keep your plane steady, she'll hold. Every one of you is now in my good graces, you will always be. Every one of you accepted this mission, one we will probably all die from. Just remember, god watches over us and keeps us safe, he will not let anything happen to the ones that bring evil to justice. Now...Bomb them all to Hell..."

The commodore knew they were all going to die, maybe not here though. They would give it all they got, no one would falter in their duty. The gunner looked down to the ground, which they were high above. He saw the first wave tactically retreating, he saw the second wave moving into position. He saw the artillery bring the massive guns into place, he prayed they bombed them to Hell before the pilots got there...

[The Eden Chronicles]

» Sam «
May 11, 2005, 12:39:23

*Avatar of Sammael*

Tenebrious occupations dissociated his grip of sanity, as fluxuations upon the ethereal frame let out a burst of force, an evocation of the highest proportions, encompassing him and those soldiers nearest. As the spread in an omnipattern objects to the lifeforce of those in the area, the Avatars mentality begins to regain focus, accelerating its thoughts, eclipsing its dementia. Bloodlust overcame the Avatar, as the atmospheric transport vehicles are stricken by the fire arrows of several detachments. Engulfed in flames, the Avatar lusted against the tantalizing scent of flesh, as the wooden beams and cloth wings were detached from the metallic frames.

Even as the failed attempt at aerial supremacy was being thwarted by the flames of the Eden Alliance, the short forms of ravens filled the air around the troops, and thus, around the planes, and in their set paths by Uriel, they would most likely be attacking the pilots and gunmen of those primitive aircraft. Arcana would have unleashed new avenues for the one known as Brunner, yet the man obviously lacked the intellectual abilities to see beyond his nose, and thus, he would fail in his attempts to take to the high ground. A simple detachment from the Avatar's mentality allowed for the paths to be sent yet again, creating more destruction upon the troops he was nearest, as Eden  alliance arrows rained in the vicinity.

As the material projectiles passed through the form of the Avatar, it was soon to be seen the end of the forces of Brunner, as repeated Arcana blasts ripped upon the flesh of the men, rending their souls from their forms, liberated, they would escape. As the bloodied corpses began to fall, the Avatar continued in its malevolent decadence.

[The End of All Light.]

Queen of Eden - Sorceress of Aoyn
May 11, 2005, 14:14:49

From the darkness in which entwined her lithe form in the city of Mortara her tenebrous hand would reach out across the realm of Eden pulling forth other legions from the Mountains of Dragmar- the Red Dragons of Eden commanded by the Draconian Lady herself who had already taken to the air and at the advances of aerial invasion by unknown craft which appeared more hostile than those simply practicing tactics for the protection of Eden. All perceptions and all information's would be relayed to Atra and thus other commands would be directed and summoned, more forces would spring from the depths of 'The Shadow Mountains'. Dragmar arousing those slumbering monsters to rise their monstrous heads and stir those serpentine-slit golden orbs abruptly opening as her ephemeral hands stroked them to follow compelling coercions. Hence the draconian legions would take to the skies after the Lady of Dragmar signalled them to swoop and take out the aerial forces that were attacking Eden's troops- it would be clear to see the Imperial Colors of Eden- Black, Red and crested with gold and although it was pitch black these winged-serpents would clearly see in the rolling darkness and storm-tempested skies that stroke more fiercely with electric thunder-bolts. The winds gathering in unfurling hatred changing the atmospheric pressure and aerial currents causing violent downward ebbs, winds violent enough to cause aerial craft to spiral downwards perhaps even colliding with the jagged obsidian peaks of the mountains that also aided in the realms defences and protection making entrance into Eden from the location of Ayenee only possible by three ways; two ways by land and the other by air but it seemed the legion of red dragons would be more than adequate to deal with these flying nuisances.

Another whisper would travel on the grinning winds of hatred, invisible iced-talons of frost-bitten breeze entwining with those tornado torrents gathering at the peak of the firmament- churning and gyrating as the very darkness parted to form that of a massive eye- the cone slowly forming and swirling around to form that of a massive maelstrom of darkness and tempest. The pressure of wind forming a tunnel, clouds forming by the condensation of water vapour and energy released in a thunderstorm; this energy however would only be concentrated on a small area but only a hundred yards across and only. This would be directly used to take out the areas most populated with heavy machinery and those wielding guns- ripping them upwards as if they were simple pieces of paper scattered on the soil of this magnificent realm. An act of nature simply to disable some of the forces that challenged warriors with swords and bows- those using weapons of hand to hand combat would not be harmed by these unmoving maelstroms that soon after a section was hit striking the land with swirling black vortex's gathering men and weaponry in its tenacious grasp and throwing them against the jagged rocks and peaks causing metal and armour to smash leaving nothing by fragments and broken bodies bleeding against the scaffolds of Eden as if they indeed were nothing but toy-soldiers .

From the City of Mortara beneath the castle she could easily manipulate the spells that would come forthwith to disable weapons of gunfire and bullet- primitive weaponry was unreliable and they would not know the difference, the elemental magick and magery would weave strong within the throngs of this battle. A simple wish and whim to extend to the miniscule level of Battle Magick entwined with kinetic influence to cause shell casings slight indentations pulling the casings partially from the rounds in the barrels of random firearms- a shift manipulation of force that wouldn?t be felt by guns aimed and ready to fire. Loose shell casings so that when the powder ignites, the cases would explode and the force would blow back, instead of re-cocking the gun, blowing the force through that exhaust port. Triggers pulled, firing the pins which hit the rear of the casing causing sparks. The spark igniting the powder, the force of the explosion would destroy the casing (from severe weakness due to the manipulations to damage the shell-casings). This would then redirect the explosion to exit from both the barrel and the exhaust ports or chambers, the firing pins would take damage from the heat and force of the flash, the bullets would fire, but would be far less effective, and the range of the shell would be shortened drastically.  The power or flash that exits the chamber or exhaust port would cause severe burns to those individuals on their hands and faces, perhaps temporarily blindness and deafness of some of those soldiers aiming at the advancing troops on those of Eden's defence. Bullets would not pierce the flesh of none of Eden's troops instead be deflected towards the ground as the backfire and severe burns occurred- rendering those bullets futile, the men severely burned and firearms useless.

[Lady of Dragmar]

Legioness of the Draconian Army
May 11, 2005, 15:10:28

From the night she heard the call, red wings outstretched and beating powerfully against the storm of thunder and darkness. Massive draconian head tilting to the left as instructions and commands were given but also the vibrations on the air caused those golden orbs to shimmer with heinous delight. This fire-breathing dragons using gap-spark organ to ignite the various combustible gases stored up during digestion of chewed rocks containing a high amount of phosgene and the like. These gases stored in the Theocene Sac of their digestive track. That gravelled choking sound emitting from the back of throat causing liquid to pressurize, able to release a jet of flame that is nearly plasma in its intensity. Being very territorial and the vibrations on the winds informing her that something was invading HER territory the skies and mountains of Eden- immediately she would awaken the legions slumbering in the base of the mountains with a thunderous roar and vocal stimulations.

The earth beginning to treble as the roars erupted deep beneath the black mountains of obsidian- wings and prodigious dragons edging their way through the many caverns of the mountains to the surface of each exit, allowing talons to rest over the edge as lungs expanded and internal organs fanned the fires in the hankering abdomens of this mighty legion each roaring in synchronization to their Lady and Queen. Pushing massive forms off the side of the cliffs, wings expanded in full glory beating upon the maelstroms and storms, fanning them more to form deadly gusts and hurricane squalls. Chromatic legions taking to the darkness, confident, they seldom pause to appraise an adversary and in the distance spotting those flying target. Relaying directly the strategy of the attack as they headed straight towards the enemies aircraft; the night was smothered in the wings of these mighty creatures brushing against the other and directing more forcible winds against the enemies of Eden causing not only their bullets to fail but the projections of cannon balls and other projectiles would be greatly off target if not being pushed back onto those firing. Tornado winds licking against the heavier artillery to gather or smash with amazing strength of nature's forces and now the land would attack, nature not kind this night but deadly.

Wings and dragons of power all rumbling in the back of flaming esophagus to spit those single pillars of fire directly towards the opposing aircraft being that those already knew the machines and technology that had already been in Eden and launched on many other attacks around Ayenee, these would not be touched. Pillars of plasma and fire would blaze from dripping maws of acid- the roar filling the night with draconian cacophony before aircraft would plummet and fall like comets trailing across the sky- there would be no mercy on these aerial troops or those who came from the quarter in defense.  The Lady Dragmar would issue a series of abrupt high pitched squelches and sequences calling forth the legion of red dragons to break into three separate quadroons, one to attack the aircraft head on the second splitting again to encircling from the left and right flanks while the other main was sent to burn and demolish any supporting ranks and armies which may be behind Brunner and his men. Causalities would be severe to the aerial ranks and those troops marching behind- it was a night of molten mayhem and none would survive the attack from the sky unless they fled and even then they would never escape the wrath of the legion for once declared an enemy it would remain so until their death.

[Anathema]

May 11, 2005, 15:11:07

Eden, now...war had come, devisation was befalling the human felled army.  A time lost to the pestilent horror that was now rising from the sea of storm tossed shadows.  A plague upon those who stood beneath the banner of righteousness and Holy orders.  The Avatar of the Darkbane has cometh.  Rivers of men turned to ocean blood tide and churn to overflowing across the the armies stripped-shores of the soul.  Reeking of death and decay, burning flesh ( roasted from the bone, with skulls still screaming ).  The hour of damnation given form.  Yes, the entity, The Nameless has come.  Aiding those who fight under the banner of the Dark Queen of Eden.  Those who have been trampling the human warriors to ragged puddles of splintered crimson.  The time of revelation unleashed of Hell by the words of Kalicity.

The abyss gaping wide.  Darkness has loosed its armies upon those threatening the stability of this chaotic Realm of Eden.  Distant, the wail of fallen men, the screams of those this side of death.  And the winged Nightmares sent forward, minions of the Nameless One, carrying off the tender flesh of tortured innocents.  " Drive them!  Hound them to the darkest depths!  No mercy!  No salvation!  Where are your precious Messiahs now!?  Where are your Gods?!!  Shred them!  Shred them all!  Feed from my power!"  With a free flowing assault of black energy, The Nameless, those who were loyal to Atra'Lamia would find themselves boosted with a surge of unexplained power, a stimulation of the body, their minds to seek and absorb the darkness washing over them.  The tide of war was now to break...evil hand now the upper hand advantage as The Nameless was known for tipping the balance in evil's favor.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Verilora Thorndar
May 11, 2005, 15:33:10

From behind the archers another attack would be made, knights on steads bearing mace and spike would take to the field on their majestic steads in full shadow mithril armour, reins taught and heads held high as the strike was conducted on those foolish to stand in their way. Rifles and firearms being fired but would not pierce the armour infused with the darkest and most potent of magick. With sword drawn high she would engage in battle cutting a massive swathe through the battle field with her troops and men of steal. Attacking all in the way, slicing through bodies as if they were paper mannequins; indeed men of Ayenee were dying and many more would follow until they retreated or fell on the battle field as nothing but corpses for the crows to pick at.

Men of Ayenee died but also warriors of Eden fell to, but they would not be left on the field of battle as fodder of wild beasts to devour, each man that fell holding a banner of Eden would be buried honourably and given the respect all warriors deserve, it would be their memorial. Again bows and quills whistled through the air, whistling as more men on the opposing field were taken down. The storm beaten sky now swirled with another influence, the wings of the dragons with breath-weapons blaring to smite and burn those flying fools from the sky, alighting the night in burning embers as they fell from the skies like stars- nothing but charred memories of their pitiful existences.  Swords danced over flesh as another power manifested itself in her soul, a boost of energy rippling through her like a newly awakened drug fuelling more battle and ballistic weapons. Blood-splattered and tainted in the gore of the fallen men of Ayenee and more would soon follow them? *"NO MERCY! KILL THEM ALL"*

[Malegan The Black]

Wamphyri!
May 11, 2005, 15:43:46

Malagen's forces had managed to come quickly from the left side flank...his infantry had engaged the enemy with the rushing sound of their howling warcries from afar.  The sweet sound of moving bodies as they troops clashed together in a loud crack of thunder.  As shields met against sword, sword against spear, and metal cleaving through flesh.  The spilling of human blood as limbs and death fell in one massive play.  In the midst of close combat, a random spear or pike had punctured through the underbelly of Malagen's mount.  Crashing towards the ground in a piling rubble of earthen debri, the Warlord had jumped from the saddle and rolled over his shoulders, springing back up in one fluid motion with sword in hand.  Interregnum sung as he hacked and slashed and random opponents.  Bullets found his Aethril armor a little too much to penetrate, though his miilitary grade trousers had been found unarmored and his blood trickled out, his immortal flesh sealing almost immediately.

Swinging here and there.  Blocking now and again, his vampiric speed would be of course utilized for such accuracy, his movements full of calm fluidity and precise attacks.  Parrying, he simply cut through one after another, felling mortal soldiers like a farmer who wields a scythe to cut down the tall grass of his fields.  Blood splattered his shining armor, the dark-light glow from the eternal circuits of arcane magic gleamed in the lack of light, dulled by the amount of life that had and was spilling outward from each serpent struck foe of the invading army.  Stabbing from overhead, he watched as their bodies cracked and he was bathed in blood, to wallow in their gore and their screams of the dead and dying.  A warrior for all his life, his vampire only  enhanced these natural abilities, his affinity for killing.

In the midst of heated combat, he reached down and slid his left hand into his Battle Gauntlet.  It covered his fingers with metallic claws, and guarded his forearm like an attached buckler.  He spread his fingers inside the gauntlet, and the grotesque palm was a great rasp of cutting edges, blades, and scythes.  And clenching his hand as nearly as possible to a fist, razor sharp spines stood up inches from his knuckles, and four sharp-filed aethril punches sprang out to point forward like ramrods.  Enemy soldiers were charging.  He shrugged off his cloak, stood tall and central on a flat piece of land.  he roared his fury, which served to increase his own power as he felt the evil of  The Nameless filling his very veins, and body with even greater evil. He stepped forwad and swung the gauntlet at the jaw of some random man, the crucnh of bone, the ripping of flesh, the spray of blood as the side of his face became little more than ground beef, perfurated by the spines with a severe backhanded slap.

Now, before as he had entered the battle, he appeared more or less human.  Now he was anything but human.  His skull had seemed to be elongating to that of a wolf; the gape of his mouth was becoming enormous, where white needle teeth meshed like those of a swimming shark. His nose became long and sloping which had seemed to broadened and flattening to his pale face, growing convoluted and sensitive as the snout of a great bat.  Even if he were to become blinded, that snout and whorl-like ears would track the movements of each individual of his opponents as surely as his scarlet eyes could.  His left hand inside the gauntlet had expanded to fill that fearsome weapon and give it yet more weight, while his right hand was now lizard-like and taloned, whose fingers were tipped with chitin chisels that were able to slice through metal as well as his blades.  So that for all his man-like silhoutte, in fact he had become a composite warrior-creature, he was Wamphyri.  More death erupted around him as most of his forces underwent similar metamorphosis, their pseudo-flesh responding to their every wishes, as more invaders fell beneath the might of those who served and fought for Eden.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kain_the_Ferenczy
May 11, 2005, 16:02:11

The manta ray-shaped alien flyers, their vampiric crafted bodies and their calculating handlers would help to engage the aircraft being launched, fighting alongside the Dragons that had come swooping in from overhead.  Wit aerial combat, their unique design would allow them precision turning and capable of the most def-defying feats.  Kain had taen his army around the right slope of the hills and met with Brunner's amry just about the same time Malagen and his forces had arrived.  The old Ferenczy's cavalry were cutting a bloody swathe through the dessimated ranks of the morality losing humans.  They were no match for the combined forces of all of Eden...this was a losing battle.  He took no mercy in those that had dropped their weapons and were willing to surrender.  Their plea's for mercy were lost, wasted effort upon the monster warlord.

His archers continued to support the ground forces of the unitied armies of the Eden Realm.  Their precise handling of the bows, the twangs of their drawn tight strings, one after another with vampiric speed of reloading and firing with tatical aiming.  The skies filled with the dark lined shafts, raven flights and barbed hooks that lined the night black shafts.  Death and mayhem raining down as human flesh is torn asunder beneath the charging weight of blades and mounted riders.  Hooves stomping brains and bones into blood saturated ground.  The energy of The Nameless powered his troops to greater expectations.  Boosting their own moral, though they, the Wamphyri were always without fear.  Blood fell and flesh was carved, bones were splintered as they drove hard against the enemies lines.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Nigromantia
The Necromancer of Eden
May 11, 2005, 16:24:00

And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched lifeless before the aeon-veiled citadel which men called the Helvitrias, a mysterious and foreboding place steeped in ireful omens and legendary dread... Aye, the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Eden Cavalry tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantment of the Crystal of Mera rendering the squamous pseudo-flesh of the wraiths fully vulnerable to the steel of the royal legions. The king himself rode at the forefront of the onslaught, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing ten to the left and cleaving ten to the right, his grim eyes gleaming beneath his shimmering horned and plumed helm. The momentum of that first charge threw the dark ones into shrieking disarray, and the vanguard of Brunner fell back before the thundering resolve of the Imperial attack. But the baleful, poisoned blades of the wraiths took their toll upon the Hyperborean horsemen. Raught by leprous swords and spears, men and mounts fell screaming to the dusty earth, where they were mercilessly rent and devoured by the slavering jaws of the Chaos-Liege's minions. Aye, glorious was the courage of the royal warriors, admirable was their mettle... for every Imperial Knight felled by the dark ones; five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughter fall of royal steel. And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the shadows engulfed the cavalry, and the blood beaten to ride clear and regroup. Then, with volleys of shafts as their herald, and the Battle-Prayer of Atra upon their lips, the Imperial Guard marched into the ravening embrace of the melee, and never in the grim and sanguineous history of battle was there a clash to rival the slaughterous magnitude of that awesome engagement...

*"Minions of Chaos, rend their flesh, crush their bones, and devour their souls!"*

*Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming, Meet them with cold steel cleaving; fall only when our hearts cease beating, Men and Women of Eden."*

At the Imperial Commanders command, the clarion was sounded to move the battle-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-Lander Army into a flanking position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying storm the allied Imperial forces clove into the wraiths to deal righteous pattern-welded death unto their nighted foe. But at that moment, black terror descended screaming from the twilight sky... howling swarms of winged fiends, hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord Malagen, soared razor-taloned into the fray. Besieged man-to-fiend upon the field, and harried from above by the shrieking horrors of the Dragon-Liege, the Ayenee Army would begin to falter, and to fall. And lo, beholding the carnage, the spirit raised high, and in his right gauntlet he brandished the Bane of Angsaar, the dread Shadow-Sword once wielded by the Chaos-Liege's immortal nemesis... and he spoke aloud the terror-fraught and aeon-swathed words of invocation which he alone had been audience to  deep within the shadow-haunted Mountains of the Dead...

*"By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions of Ayenee!"*

And at the sound of his baleful Words of Power, the sky split wide in fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous lightning lanced inexorably forth from the heavens to rake and reave the massed hordes of Brunner...

The fearful spells he had learned from the Mountain... would their castings win the battle for the Queens legions. The men would be dealt with by staggering blows inspired by the sorcerous incantations, the power of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments of the Crystal. The men of Ayenee were routed soundly by the elder magic's, fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against those who stood opposing their forces , the winged crafts fell seared and burning from the enraged sky. But the twisted machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared for Eden one final blow in this dread confrontation... aye; the Chaos-Lieges had reserved their many heinous perpetrations until their true colours had been shown. The forces of Eden were not weakening, nor were they fooled, the realm and many resources and the men of Ayenee would drop swiftly in mass proportions. The Necromancer of Eden had been summoned to call forth the eidola of death magick and woe on the men of Ayenee. Appearing from the darkness next to one of the mortal men.

*"Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare! O' feeble soldier, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! For the eternal glory of Eden!"*

Striking from the swift darkening sky, Angsaar's Arch-Wraith, which had been watching the battle with gleaming inhuman eyes, leaped to the attack and smote the King, engulfing him in its ebon wings and driving its steel-rending talons into his golden armour. And yet it was not the life of the Royal Scion of Eden which the fiend sought to take on that fateful eve, but rather that which this Arch-Wraith held tight in her gauntleted fist... the Crystal of Mera. Wrenching the glimmering antediluvian jewel from its keeper, the Arch-Wraith unfurled its leathern wings and soared into the deepening gloom with a cacophonous cackle of victory, leaving the men broken and battled in a thousand corpses.