(Fantasy Role Playing Game(Non Warhammer))Stone, Act two: Dawn of Darkness(Infinite Places Left)

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**Tyranic Marta**

(ranun) as you purge your way through the skeletal horde yousee larger figures astride undead horses and sightly smaller figures wielding sythes, the undeathknights seem to be calm, their great swords held almost casually across their laps, but the Sythe wielders seem to be agitated, every now and then one will spout gouts of insects from its skeletal mouth and will spit them out, a feat you find impressive for they have no lungs. Then one aches its hands towards a mob of paladins and one of your new allies explodes, showering his fellows with rats and other vermin, the battle has become a whole lot more serious

**nocturne's wrath**

"thank you master dwarf, i will keep this suit safe"
"clerics where do i need to go now?"

**The Bringer**

I plow through any skeletons between me and the scythe wielders. May Phobos protect me.

**Mordoskul**

Iliad makes a sweep of the area, searching for anything out of the ordinary.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong) The dwarf nods and grumbles under his breath about "weedy little people" but you take it in good faith, the dwarf seems to like you, the clerics nod and lead you to the guardroom where a massive man wearing huge layers of plate steel walks out and hails you, "New recruits excelent, well cmon then, lets see how you fight, he leads you to a training ground and indicates for you to put your armour on nd draw your weapons. His bulky frame settles into a defensive stance, his two barstard swords held lightly in his massive hands.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Ranun) The skeltons are no match for you but you find yourself beset by small winged insects that try to cling to your skin with sharp mandibles before you squash them, great clouds of these bugs surround the sythe wielders, as your weapon ploughs through the first deathcultist the undeathknights turn o you their massive swords raised, lifeless eye show no mercy as they begin to wade their way through the press, silent and terrifying.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) your mental acuteess to power and the such quickly draws your attention to a coven of warlocks in one of th houses, nd the more you look around the more you notice strange abnormalities in the townsfolk, when one womans hood falls of and you see her red skin you hiss under your breath, "Daemons, all of them Daemons"

**Mordoskul**

Ordering his men into battle lines, and chanting an oath to the Golden Man, the death knights charge, hacking down villigars are they make for the gate. They cannot hope to take the village with their current forces, and needed reinforcements.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) the villagers rise up against you as you knew they would but your knights charge them down, you breach the gate and you call your steeds making quickly back to the main encampment with your news.

**nocturne's wrath**

i ready my stance and wait for him to do somthing. if he attacks i try to disarm him with my blades and attack him with a whirlwin attack (360 spin with both swords)

**Tyranic Marta**

The Giant moves quickly for his size hammering one blade low and the other high, your attempt to disarm him is foiled by his intense strength, his weapon flicks under your wrist and traps your weapon to your side,

**nocturne's wrath**

i jump back letting go 1 weapon.
i also try to make a deversion by pushing the sword to him and then attack with my sword in hy hand trying to disarm him
(i also am not going to go all out. cause then they could think i am more then a citizen)

**The Bringer**

Ranun held back the pain caused by the hordes of insects, and he gripped his Kanabo and charged to meet the undeathknights. He would show them the true might of the satyr in battle.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong) Your weapon taps into his boot after skidding along the floor and he glances down, but that is all the time you need, your weapon smashes into first his left wrist then his right, causing his hands to spasm open, his swords clang to the stone floor and your sword flicks up to his neck

The giant grunts and twists slighty and you feel an amazing pain in your gut as you cartwheel into a wall, when you can see straight you notice him holding the position of his kick, then he slowly rotates his leg back to a standing position, "your good, but your not my size" he grins, "the clerics will see to any injuries you have"

**Tyranic Marta**

(ranun) your kanabo smashes into the side of an undeathknights steed, caving the ribs in and throwing the Deathknight wild, but before they can react a massive force barrels into them and they end up scattered on the ground, Tyranic lowers his palm, still glowing, after the holy assault he yells through the battle smoke "Deal with the deathcultists, ill handle these"

**nocturne's wrath**

"am i good enough milord?"

**The Bringer**

Ranun nods as he turned to fight the cultists.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong) the clerics nod to you as they heal your injuries, you are quiet sufficiet my son, now follow us, we will have you posted in a company,

the giant turns to you, "Aye Laddie, youll do"

**Tyranic Marta**

(Ranun) The cultists see your anger in your eyes and grin, insects crawing over their teeth, you see a horrific sight, one of the cultist has lost his eyes, instead a pair of empty sockets stare at you, insects crawling in the empty space.

they cease their magical spells and begin to raise their Sythes around you, for the first time you notice their numbers, they dont look strong but there is easily more than 30 there.

**nocturne's wrath**

i follow the clerics.
smiling as i know i could have killed the giant by using his size against him.but he didn't as he wasn't the target.
"what is the compony i am likely to join. as i enlisted for the palace gaurd. so i don't want to be send to the field"

**Tyranic Marta**

we have taken this under consideration and wehave posted you under the phobos 13th it is a company that sees little action outside the walls however it is frequently sent blow ground to fight the Tumlers,

and we will need your name

**nocturne's wrath**

"my name is arnash goldseer. i am a representive of my family of the high elves."

**Mordoskul**

Tyranic Marta wrote: (Iliad) the villagers rise up against you as you knew they would but your knights charge them down, you breach the gate and you call your steeds making quickly back to the main encampment with your news.

...and their reaction is?

**Tyranic Marta**

(villagers or your superiors? sorry i realize i posted that badly well go with superiors the villagers reactions are pretty obvious)
As you walk into the command tent several of the necromancers turn towards you, and seeing your armour begin to mouth spells of banishment, but the necromancer at the head of the table waves them down, "Its not him you fools" he turns to you, "so... Iliad? yes i seem to recall that is your... name... what have you got to tell me?"

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong) the cleric nods, this is very good, well here you are, you should make youself at home

**The Bringer**

Ranun still goes on to fight the cultists, but looks to see if there are any paladins that have caught up with him, to aid him against them.

**nocturne's wrath**

i take of my armour and sit down i am preparing a meditation.
via a unnoticable technic only deteectable by members of my clan i send a message.
"lord i infiltrated the order and i am in a compony that only stays inside. the kill is coming for you"

**Mordoskul**

"Demons, Bone Lord, numbering the dozens. I require the service of your Death Thanes to drive them out. Before I arrived here, I encountered a Magi, perhaps they are connected."

**Tyranic Marta**

(Ranun) Several of the Paladins see your nod for aid and they wade through the combat, golden light pouring out of their eyes, their weapons moving to fast to see.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Arnash aka Silentsong) The message is replied to, you have afeeling of satisfaction wash through you followed by a rush of impatience, you understand this as your lord being satisfied by your actions yet impatient at the speed of the assassination, yet he also realises that you cannot move any faster