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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Aug 29, 2009 19:33:14 GMT -5
I grew hungry and bored in my wait for the victor in these lands. I decided a small village would be fun and filling to destroy.
He flew above watching the villagers scatter like ants but each time some might escape he swept down low enough and scared them back into the village.
He roared loudly daring anyone to challenge him before he devoured all the remain villagers he hasn't killed.
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Sept 21, 2009 14:03:44 GMT -5
No challengers came to his call. So he took off into the air. That was when in the Greatwoods he sensed a entity whose power was very dark. Maybe he would have some treasure worthy of him. He flew into the heart of the woods and landed before a Lich, and some admonitions of his.
Lets see what they can do against me.
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Sept 21, 2009 14:09:47 GMT -5
"Just the man I wanted to see!" Giggles proclaimed.
"You have been eating a lot of the smaller villages around here. That's killing my resources you know!"
"Hehe, got any treasure? Hand it over and I will Let you live."
"Seeing as I'm undead you are offering the impossible. So let me make a counter proposal. Surrender your life to me and you will have power beyond your Imagination! Don't and I'll take it by force."
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Sept 21, 2009 14:13:53 GMT -5
"You must be joking. I shall roast you alive where you stand!"
He lifted his neck while standing on all fours and ready his attack. Just then he was pulled into the ground so fast that he couldn't fly away. He was buried up to his neck and only the tips of his wings was sticking out. "You bastard, what have you done!?"
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Sept 21, 2009 14:19:25 GMT -5
"While you were flying out in the air I saw you and had already planned to get you from then. I summoned my strongest creations and kept them under ground. When I commanded it they pulled you down and the weaker ones helped the rest of the way.
Now for my prize."
Giggles got behind him and grabbed his horns. Armanoth tried to move his head but he was stuck.
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Sept 21, 2009 14:20:10 GMT -5
He felt a great dark energy pass from his head through his body into the undead in the earth itself. No! I will not end this way I will find a way out and- he thought no more as he died from the corruption to him.
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Sept 21, 2009 14:31:06 GMT -5
"Whew....that was slightly tiring. This will be exhausting after I bring him up."
He had his minions bring him up from the ground. He then went to it's spine and cut open a spot near a vertebrae and forced his phylactery into it.
"Now for the grand finale!" He had lighting come from his finger tips strike the body repeatedly for 10 minutes. He then slit his wrist and allowed his black blood flow into it's mouth. Then he let out a roar as he used the last of his excess magic to bring the Dragon back to life like that of his Fallen.
"Arise Armanoth the Dracolich!
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Sept 21, 2009 14:46:27 GMT -5
He had wondered why he resisted at first but now he could feel him self as being more powerful then ever.
He bowed to Giggles and said, "What is thy biding, my master?"
"Guard that phylactery beyond any cost. Feed around the army only and unless stated otherwise don't ever try to save me from battle! Now fly off and find a good place to hide!"
"As you wish."
And with that he took off to a hidden cave waiting to be summoned by his master....
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Sept 21, 2009 14:54:57 GMT -5
After his guardian left Giggles collapsed onto the ground. He knew his was to weak to travel any farther. Between the dragon, fighting at the cemetery, taking villages, and his role at Kanthea he was exhausted. How can he rest now though....? He used his minions to carry him over to Ravenwood until he had time enough to think about his next move.
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MacDimm
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Post by MacDimm on Sept 25, 2009 9:50:07 GMT -5
High above the grim scene, a hawk circles the air, the night breeze carrying his sleek and silent body. Stopping on the ground, he picks up a small leaf stained with blood of the deepest black. A shrill whistle rings out and the hawk takes off through the trees. It lands on the wrist of a man who has cleary seen quite a few battles. A small scraggly beard and long, deep scar across his right eye define his face. For the last few months, he has been camping within these woods. Though they may be a meer shadow of the great trees of Fangorn, MacDimm knows in his heart that that once pristine forest is no more a safe haven. He has tried his best to protect the creatures of his new home instead, as well as introducing himself to the local townsfolk. On occasion he misses the life of safety within city walls, but the forest has always beckoned to him, rejuvenated him, made him feel clean once more. The presence of death in his new home was an instant cause for alarm. Alzur the bear was of little help in tracking these new beasts, and even the cunning of Kevka the wolf was outdone, but David's wings had always been reliable, and his eyes saw far. An old friend, David had followed MacDimm from the deserts of Jerusalem and back across the plains to this new place, and was always a trustworthy informant. Examining the leaf, he quickly realizes the gravity of the situation. "This does not bode well," he says to himself. Picking up his spear and throwing his shield over his shoulder, MacDimm runs off through the woods.
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Oct 5, 2009 13:07:04 GMT -5
"Fool...." I said in my Draco tongue. It took all the will I had but I was able to break free of my masters bonds just enough to let my self become more powerful with my own knowledge. I made my own phylactery, the cave's last innermost chamber. I set out to make my own discovery of the Dark Arts. I will try to over throw my master when I can and Explore Mittlemarch. If he asks me I will explain that I seek too make my self more powerful to increase his own power. He may be vain enough to believe that.
He begins to seek out a small village and raise his own personal army.
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Oct 17, 2009 15:47:04 GMT -5
The rotten dragon had done his work. Killing any and all that could help raise his army. However he knew it still wasn't enough. HE had decided to try something even his master hadn't thought of yet.
The animals. He would raise Ravens, crows, squirrels, wolves, and even the trees themselves in-order to have an army that would destroy his master and allow him to rule these lands.
The dragon flew out of his cave, the smell of five hundred corpses quickly following. He opened his rotten wings and used them to fly through the air. How was anyone's guess as they were so filled with holes that they might as well have been torn off.
He flew high above the lands of Mittlemarch where almost anyone could see him.
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