Uhlrik

[Aidan Furey]

As One watches over the sleepy land of the Aethenric the only solumn glows.. Lie in the moon and the stars. Reaching out to the north, the plans rush and the Trees rock as the wind blows, something ill in the air wades, an uneasy silence is swept accross the lands. The talk of queer folk abroad in Aethenu has stirred up speculation of a 2nd Lion War, and a Succession of the thrown following it. Creatures who were once men, twisted by greed and corruption walk quietly, laying low in the most mirky of marshlands, and the most shadowed graves. These men are known as the Aeomah, twisted by corruption their pale skin, and their treachorous practices Thrive on pain, the dark arts for them never slack the lust for power. They are the order of Uhlrik. The most senior of this dark caste has crimson red armor, made of their own flesh, the men of this Order Thrive on pain, death, and destruction and the further advancement of their influence, and their kind. Easily swayed creatures bend to their power and wicked words, heartless are these creatures of Oblivion. Although scattered amoung the world, the Order of Uhlrik is a potent force, and though they travel in few numbers, their battle prowess is imense, and their wisdom is far great of the world. So Begins the breath of a new terror inside the borders of the kingdoms of the Triumvirate.

[Aidan Furey]

::New legendary Bad guys::

Order of Uhlrik-

An order of evil and twisted beings. Covered in Crimson armor, entempered by the dark arts, their flesh was hardened into permanent armor, taking the heads of their enemies as trophies, the banners of their armies are bound in the flesh of once good Creatures and Enemies.

The Order of Uhlrik is an Elusive group, wreathed in secrecy and shadow.. The Leader of the order is known by the name of Conius the Bloody. He has the most impressive armor of the Order, abnormally large compared to other men, swift, and powerful. His strength is unmatched and almost near impossible to vanquish.

The High Order of the commanding body of the Uhlrik's consist of five others. They are known as the Stewards of the Shadow. Malavanor, the Steward that wields a blazing spear, swift and full of enchantment, he is the first to be dealt with. The second Steward is Til'vran the harbringer of Hate, he wields a herring axe, brute strength and madness is what he wields in his hand. The third steward, is Syranix he is clothed by the night and things of the shadow, weilding morgul daggers, he strikes true to anyone who seeks his Bloody Sire. The fourth of the steward is the arch-warlock of the Uhlrik order, Valkun the Black. A Drow at one point twisted by the evils of the world, his staff gives him his ultimate power, and the Red gemstone that hangs around his neck, wielding a broadsword in his other, he casts the most horrific of magics. The fifth of the Stewards is Malavi, able to manipulate fire, he is the Lt. of the Uhlrik's, Malavi wields a large stone tower shield and heavy flail made of black stone.

[Sir Nichtmar]

Hey Furey we talked about this for a future threat to the LBTL. I want to here more, can you break down the Characters and what about The Night Mother and Night Father?

Bishop & Alric check this stuff out, I think it would be cool for a long on going thing. And you can't blame me for Grish'nak it was unfortunate for him Oron was in town.

[Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf]

LOL, sorry my bad... It was an accident, I swear. I only meant to maim Grish'nak, but you know how it goes; barbarian on the battlefield, heat of battle, and all of that. Really it is all my Sword Brother Wulfgar's fault. He went into that berserk rage, charged in and lit Grishn'nak up with 6 or 7 unanswered hits with his barrel mace. I only rushed in to make sure that there was some left for me. Grish'nak spun away from Wulfgar's brutal attack only to turn straight into my attack. With a single well placed blow from my battle ax, I removed his head from his shoulders. Hey, these things happen.

My following rant of "Grish'nsk is dead!! Bring me the head of Grish'nak, I want it mounted on a pike!!" was not out of some strange macabre barbarian request. I needed a banner that would strike fear into the Dark Horde of Grish'nak, and rally Mittlemarch, as the heated battle was just that close to breaking. I thought that knowing he was dead the Dark Horde would scatter and run under a renewed assault form the Guard of Mittlemarch. Fortunately, for all of us on the field that grisly day, I was correct.

Now, calling "Tear his body limb from limb and drag them to the four corners of The Land, so that all may know what we have done here today. Grish'nak has been slain!", that was a strange macabre barbarian request... ;D

[Sir Nichtmar]

Oron, dude it was awesome, I can't wait to finish reading what you wrote.

[Sir Rune]

for sure, me too, even though im dead, and dont know where my head is.