The Coming Darkness (open and looking for new members)

[Tramer]

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“we can only hope more come to join us” the old man said joyfully, several hours after everyone had finished eating the old man called for everyone to gather at the camp fire, were the tables of food had just been there was now just four giant logs placed in a square around a impressively sized fire.

Content and full Tramer took a short nap, awaken by the old mans voice Tramer stood up and moseyed toward the fire, he could not help but wonder what the old man did with the tables, thou the smell of magic was especially strong in this place so Tramer decided not to worry about it.  

[Bortelex]

After stuffing himself completely Gerifrinze grew quite drowsy and drifted peacefully into a nice nap. After a while he woke to find that the old man was calling people to the fire that was now where the tables were, and speaking of the tables Gerifrinze was now hungry again. Nonetheless, he settled down near one of the logs and waited for the old man to speak.


Once Metra finished eating he went over and took a moment to rest, something he wouldn't have been able to do back in the city. After a while the old man called every one to the fire. Metra stood and proceeded to the fire and sat at the end of one of the logs, by himself for the most part.  

[The Spork Wizard]

As soon as Jeid had, for the second time, stuffed himself with food he decided that it was time foir a little musical break. He wondered off a few hundred yards, and to the various sounds of his possible companions sleeping he "unsheathed" his instrument. Without any more waiting, he quietly plucked away a song to himself, neck craned upwards as he stared at the clouds and the great dragons and birds taht only he could see.

Eventually, Jeid heard the call of the old an once again, and Jeid "sheathed" his instrument, getting up and quickly heading over to the four logs. When he reached them, he found the closest log he ran towards it, not noticing a winged man sitting on the same log. When he got within distance, Jeid jumped once, landing in a handstand upon the wood. However, he did not expect it to be quite as smooth as it was, and the Bard was sent flying off, landing face first in the ground. With a laugh he pushed his face from the dirt, looking up at the old man. "You called?"

 

[Rarkul]

Rarkul had finished eating so decided he'd take a brief nap. He didn't manage to, only managaing to rest his eyes. As he opened them again he noticed the tables were all gone and replaced with a fire, he wandered over and sat with the others. He sat crossed legged leaning forward slightly.  

[Tramer]

“it is good to see so many gifted individuals…without your add the world will be far harder pressed to fend off what is to come…” the old man said thou his voice started to change ever so slightly as he finished speaking, “I wish I had more time to let even more of you pests gather!!” the man continued as he stood, thou as he got to his flesh began to wither and soon he fell to the ground little more than bones, appearing from the shadows, sitting were the old man had stood from a dark figure laughed contently, his face concealed by a black mask, “I do not understand why my master feared such weaklings as yourselves as to go through the trouble of bringing you all here…thou nun the less…” the figure continued as he stood up, an laborite dagger held in each hand, the blunt side of the blade held parallel to his forearms. Without warning the man lunged forward, aiming for the throat of the closing individual, whom just happened to be Metra.  

[Rarkul]

Rarkul watched in shock as the mans skin began to wither and fall to the ground as bones. He stared as the figure emerged from the shadows, he took in the things words and noticed him take a battle stance. Rarkul was on his feet in an instant and drew his sword from his sheath upon his back. He ran at the figure hoping to interfere with his lunge.  

[Bortelex]

Metra quickly jump back to a couple of feet behind the log. His wings went out to steady him. He drew out one of his swords and said to the assailant, "Had you requested a duel I would have accepted, but as it is you shall see retribution." Metra stood and waited to see his opponent's next move.


Gerifrinze saw what this new person was doing and he didn't like it. Gerifrinze started to growl and what would eventually be breathing fire as an adult. And even though he could breath fire at the moment small sparks formed between his teeth.  

[Tramer]

Jumping to avoid Rarkul’s lunge the figure landed the blade, using the blade to jump off the figure launched himself into the air, landing behind the angle the figure utilized the momentum as he slashed downward with the dagger in right hand, meanwhile he keep the dagger in his left hand close to his body for defensive purposes.  

[Rarkul]

Rarkul was taken back with the speed this had happened, he felt the difference in the weight, then as it disappeared again. His eyes followed the figure through the air. Rarkul stood rooted to the ground. He was simply taken back  

[maurikal]

The taste of the food was long forgotten as Aliana watched the old man shrivel and a masked figure took his place. Luckily she hadn't wondered too close and was able to spout out a relatively effective shielding spell, "Unus contego." As soon as the words left her pale lips, a rich green glow surrounded her. The young witch prayed that it would work. She had never had to use this particular spell in a real fight before. No, in Magus she didn't have to worry about such things.

She slowly backed away from the two fighting in the middle of the clearing. Feeling selfish for only protecting herself, she dismissed the thought. There wasn't anyone here she really knew or called friend. The only one she respected was Tramer and he was a dragon. Dragons could fend for themselves, right?

 

[Tramer]

Tramer quickly rose to his feet as he saw the old man fall to the ground and wither away, letting out a growl the moment the masked man appeared Tramer lowered the front of his body preparing to pounce. After the figure had evaded Rarkul’s attack Tramer jumped forward bringing down his claws just as the figure landed behind the angle.

Before the figure’s blade could make contact with flesh his head jolted to the side as he cot the approaching dragon in his peripheral vision, jumping off to the side the figure narrowly avoided the Dragon’s claws, “Damn you Dragons…this world will be all the better when you accursed race is finally exterminated once and for all!” the figure blurted out angrily. Razing one of his daggers into the air the man started to mumble something, at the same time his dagger began to glow red, a strange pulse erupted off the dagger echoing into the depth of the surrounding forest. For several moments nothing happened, thou soon strange sounds could be herd, “sorry, thou I have a very busy seclude and wont be able to deal with all you myself, so you will just have to deal with my little friends” the figure said with a cruel smile before vanishing into a poof of smoke.

Tramer was just about to attack once more when the figure vanished, grinding his teeth Tramer backed up getting closer to the fire as started to see ghostly silo wets approaching from the forest, soon Tramer was able to fully make out what exactly was approaching, skeletons, some seemed to be dead solders, wearing armor with the crests of long since fallen kingdoms, the vast majority wielded a large verity of weaponry, others were unarmed, thou it wasn’t there armor nor weapons that worried Tramer, it was there sear numbers, they seemed to be coming from all sides and Tramer could see no end to them, his vision was further hampered by a strange fog that creped in just in front of the approaching mass of undead.  

[Rarkul]

"Undead! Damned Necromancers." Rarkul started to think, there was too many for us all. "Do we leave now or stay and fight?" He asked. His sword ready as he took a defensive stance and backed up towards the others.  

[Bortelex]

Metra could not react when the assailant jumped over him. And was thankful that the black dragon acted when he did. He was disappointed at himself for letting something so simple distract him from what he learned in his battle training.

As the undead approached the six angels that had arrived with Metha started to try to hold the perimeter. Some with magic, some with weapons, and others with both they held back the undead. They destroyed many but were inevitably overwhelmed and killed. The Chief Protector being the last to fall.


After watching the angels fall, Gerifrinze charged toward the horde. When he got to them he leaped onto one and brought it to the ground. He then started to tear it into bits. Others of the undead near him started striking him with their weapons, which only fueled his desire to destroy them. He tore off a leg form another nearby. As it fell a bright light formed around Gerifrinze. Within a second he vanished.


After seeing his angels die he said to Rarkul, "If we have a place to run to then we should, however I don't believe such a place exists at the moment so we must fight." Metra pulled out his second sword and prepared for combat.  

[The Spork Wizard]

Jeid's eyes widened like a child's as the old man simply withered, replaced by a dark figure. He stared on at the fight, finding himself unable to move. It wasn't so much that the figure scared him, but that his insanity was fighting with his hatred of such beings: They were the ones that had torn his family from him. Jeid had soon learned that only those of their ilk were able to draw out Jeid's full range of emotions, which was never a good sign. The last necromancer Jeid had defeated had lived, yes, but he had been at least as insane as Jeid, and much, much more paranoid about the dark creatures that, for the rest of his life, sought him out. Or so he thought.

When the minions appeared, however, Jeid returned to reality. This time, there was no light banter, no jokes, no laughter from the bard. His face was set, and his green eyes had lost their merry twinkle. Silently he drew out his rapier, settling into a combat position as he waited for the skeletal minions to draw within range. They would taste his blade this day, and they would return to their deaths.  

[Rarkul]

Rarkul smiled. "I agree lets go!" He rushed in at the undead approaching. He jumped through the air, span around and brought his sword crashing down upon one, he took of its head. Another one came in from behind him but he noticed it, as the creature was about to bring down its weapon Rarkul he turned knocked the weapon away and thrusted his sword straight through its chest. Then there was a bright light he turned to its source and watched as Gerifrinze vanished. "No! We must protect the dragons, he said he was after them!"