Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 16, 2009 8:53:41 GMT -5
-----1----- Sounds of music, laughing and festivities echo through the night. A traveling caravan moves fast in the night with Green Vardo's being pulled by giant black and white patched horse troops and in the vardo's lived a small group from the north east. The group does not travel the common roads or on any known path. They seem to move with no trouble through the mountains, woods, rivers, streams, or what ever the terrain the caravan chooses. They come to a stop 7 clicks east of the land of mittelmarch and 4 horsemen ride out from the group towards what looks like a town.
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 17, 2009 14:38:05 GMT -5
They reach the town in a short time to find the town destroyed. Maybe a raiding party has been here. only a dark aura of pleasure and satisfaction surrounds the remains of what appeared to be a great farming community. All that is left are empty homes and blood stains every where. even the live stock are left to fend for themselves. While looking through the town the group stumbles upon a pile of shields and old tabards with that are all marked with an insignia of "M" surrounded by a ring of stars.
~ Questions cloud there heads as they ponder, where are the bodies were and why the livestock were left. Lastly who or what could have committed this monstrosity.
Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Oct 17, 2009 15:32:22 GMT -5
A black ichor dripped from it's mouth in excitement at the strangers while his purple like skin showed the fight he had put up in life. His red eyes showed nothing but anger and hate. It had no idea of modesty as it was naked.
Hiding among the tall crops of the once great farming community, the undead ghoul waited; trying to decide how best to handle these strangers.
The sentry ghoul looked on. Not knowing what to make of these strange people. It knew not of their clothes or ways. It decided it's best bet was to sneak away and warn a Fallen of what possible food has just been found.
What have I allowed to happen.....? What a fool I was....
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 19, 2009 17:26:44 GMT -5
The Cleric of the group senses something odd. An evil presence among the town, a single presence. She advises the small group to leave, but is told to stand fast and keep watch. Disappointed she makes a protection spell under a near by bridge while the other three seek to find clues of what exactly happened and maybe find some treasures or things of value
Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Oct 19, 2009 17:31:00 GMT -5
He sees the group separates. The inferior female was by herself. Her meat would taste especially delicious. He creep-ed along on all fours. staying low to the ground. In the tall grasses he pounces toward her. Only to be be in agonizing pain as the holy ward blasts him. He lies writhing on the ground unconscious.
A Fallen sense a minion being affected by holy magic. He did not like this. He stepped onto the open ground. He sunk into it heading for the village he just raided.
A presence so foul and evil it can only be described as almost as strong as a demon from the very pits of hell itself approached the village.
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 19, 2009 18:50:25 GMT -5
As soon as the creature hit the ground a volley of arrows struck the screeching corps. From the same tall grass stalked the 56 (Rai*) of the Gyptian fighting unit they went to the aid of the proud Sorayne, Chivani and (Phuri Dei*) she assures them she was fine the go back in the shadows to make their presence as though the onslaught hadn't been
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 19, 2009 19:07:26 GMT -5
OOC (Gyptian) group of gypsies that escaped Isengard. The colors of the gyptians are black, green and white.
(Deity) The Mother Kraken
(Rai) romanii that has reached the rank of knight(must be a rouge with skills as an archer, swordsman , and pole-arm ) The armor of the Rai is identical to that of goblin and orc armor. It is known better as Blackened Holy Armor it must be black and brown with a scale of the mother Kraken
Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Oct 19, 2009 19:23:06 GMT -5
Before they could hide their presence, a dark force rose from the earth. All their nostrils were assaulted by the smell of a thousand putrid rotten corpses. The clerk sensed a horrendous evil. He rose standing six feet tall, skin as pale as a ghost, ears as pointed as an elf's, a bald head, dark runes cover his pale body, his nose either cut off or rotted away, and his undead armor was protecting him as a dog protects his owner.
The third Highest Undead created by Giggles. He Looked at his fallen creature and called out, "Who dares use Holy Magic against a instrument of the Corruptor!? Speak now or never know peace!"
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 19, 2009 19:47:21 GMT -5
unfazed by his presence, the young Phuri dei then proclaims, that he has fallen into their trap. Seemingly from nowhere, another volley of over 100 arrows came in contact with the armor. He noticed the color began to turn its self white as the arrows glow blue with Holy Aura
Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Oct 19, 2009 19:55:51 GMT -5
The arrows easily pierce his armor. It squeals in pain begins to rot off of him. He skin was now exposed. He then began to laugh. "Well I guess I better surrender!" As he threw his arms up into the air the second volley of arrows came at him. However he disappeared into the earth. From all around they heard his voice. "Fools! You think I would let you kill me or capture me? I'm a Fallen! And my power lies not only in my physical strength and black magic but in my commands! Horde Rise!"
As he shouted his command, several Skeletal Warriors rose out of the ground, zombies rose to find new flesh, and Walking skin came to capture a few new warriors for the every growing army. "Giles will see you all when I return!" was the last they heard from that voice. The horde of 50 undead began to go after them.
Post by beaux of the gyptians on Oct 19, 2009 20:23:34 GMT -5
the rumble of horses in the distance echoed from the east. The sound of bells growing louder and louder, faster and faster, now on the the bridge rides the Gyptian Calvary comes into view. 200 strong with horses standing 15 hands high and the riders armed with duel cutlasses. Charging forward towards the ghoul army flanking their rear leaving every thing in white in their wake. The Rai attacks the directive with such a blow leaving the remains for the fowls of the air
Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Oct 20, 2009 23:29:51 GMT -5
I awaited for the strangers to leave. They set up several holy wards and concentrated ground to ward off my minions. They left hoping for my kind to leave it be. I did not. I flew in, absorbing the bee stings the Holy wards gave me and I reanimated the fallen dead. I told them to gather all the livestock and to leave not a trace of this village. I had the walking skins be thrown as nets to catch the crows that plucked at the dead. I had them take roosters and chickens and all live stock. We took vultures and other scavengers. We picked it clean of the Life Giggles left behind. This will be the edge I take over oll in these lands.