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

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**Tyranic Marta**

(Ranun) As you slam into the steed of an undeathknight the knights give a grim battle chant and you feel your blood pump faster, your arms feel stronger and a red mist hangs over your eyes, you feel the rage of countless generations of dead paladins and knights in your mind.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Arnash/Silentsong) You feel a small surge of interest about this news and the paladins nod to you, "now however, you must eat."

**Mordoskul**

Iliad moves to strike at the heart of the Ataani nation.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) Your army begins to sweep inland, but before you can get to far on the horizon you can see a great horde of tall imposing warriors, your army's size makes them look insignificant but you know that each and every warrior of that army will be a leathal opponent

**Mordoskul**

Battle Plan:
Have the necromancers cast crippling spells on the enemy warriors. Lead with a calvary charge down the center, with archers softening up the flanks. The infantry will quickly fill the gap left by the undead lancers, killing off any stragglers.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad)

ok stage one of the battle

The dark tide of obsidian clad warriors halts in the gloom of early morning, their forces are arrayed thusly as you can see, large forces of heavy infantry appear to layer the entire front, thick spears held out in defiance, archers can be seen stringing massive bows behind them.

A steady drum beat rises up as your cavalry wheel into position, the archers and infantry following, your heavy infantry goading the lighter skeletons forwards.

The drumbeat is joined by a lighter rythym and the cavalry halt whilst the archers string and laod their bows, then the rythym stops and clouds of arrows blacken the sky as thaousand uf undead archers loose their arrows. you cannot see the effect of the shooting in the gloom but you are confident of its success,

an aid looks to you and you hear a telepathic question, "Do you wish for a nouther volley or should i have the standard bearer sound the charge?"

**Mordoskul**

"Fire as we charge, our dead flesh does not feel the sting of arrows."

**Tyranic Marta**

The Aid nods and taps the standard bearer on the shoulder, he raises an massive horn to his rotting teeth and looses an ethereal blast of sound, which is quickly overrun as the drumming of hoofbeats blots out the sound, the lighter rythym picks up again and then stops, anpouther volley of arrows blacken the sky as the knights thunder into the enemy, you can hear the clash of battle, from your vantage point atop your great undead steed you can see the armies locked to gether, your knights charge faltering against the thicket of spears.

The charge's impetous has sunk them deep into the ranks of the living and your infanrty follow on, exchanging blows with the ataani infantry

**Tyranic Marta**

stage two of the battle,

The Ataani lines shuffle slightly, great shadows can be seen dep in their ranks, these solidify into massive steeds, thrice the height of a man, carrying eliete ataani horsemen

these elite troops charge towards your remaining infantry guarding your archers.

**nocturne's wrath**

"of course." i nod back.
i take my food and sit down.
(sire it may be that the light will shut down my assasin powers. if this will be the case i will distract them and i will make sure i don't fully finish the rites.)

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong/Arnash) The paladins are silent for a long time which you are thankful for as your lord sends you a particulaly complex incantation, the feelings you get seem to indicate that that this will mask your powers from magical sight.

**nocturne's wrath**

(thank you milord)
"what kind of rites are these of phobos?"

**Mordoskul**

Battle Plans

Have pikes intercept calvary
Undead calvary will drive deeper into enemy lines, seeking the Ataani general, infantry will cover advance
Necromancers will raise Ataani dead

**nocturne's wrath**

(me?)

**The Bringer**

After slamming into the steed, Ranun swings at the shaken knight.

**Tyranic Marta**

omg sorry nocturne
(Silentsong/Arnash) You will not see the rites for some time yet, first you must learn the sacred text of Phobos, it is not long, a mere hundred pages, but learn it you must, learn it well enough to understand the lessons in its pages, then you may see the rites and chants that our paladins learn.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Ranun) The undeathknight topples from his steed, which promptly flees the holy warriors around it, the knight hits the ground with an earthshaking crash, his many layers of plate armour smashing into the ground, they do not hamper him however as he rises, his massive greatsword clenched in one bony fist. His shoulder makes a strange grinding sound as he loops the weapon towards your head.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) The pikes feel the weight of the cavalry smash into them but hold their ground as the area infront of the archers turns into a bloodbath, the archers firing loose into the enemy at hand, your cavalry push forwards slowly making ground against warriors that match thier hieght on horseback. The necromancers in the midst of your infantry begin to raise the dead ataani, grim facimiles of what they were in life counter charging the Ataani army. The light ataani infantry break and flee as their friends attempt to kill them. But the Heavy infantry are more grim and unforgiving, holding the line against these new horrors, but then your heavy infantry smash into them and the battle begins to pivot, your cavalry pushing a wedge into them and your infantyry widening the gap.

**Mordoskul**

Battle Plan

Call for the pikers to engage the infantry, using their reach to their advantage, the rest of the deathless host will pile in, butchering the rest of the Ataani.

**nocturne's wrath**

"where can i find these books?"

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) The pike men stem to the front of the lines, forcing the enemy infantry deeper into the press, your warriors pile in fighting toe to toe with the ataani warriors

At the rear of the Ataani army comes a loud heavy drumbeat, rolling without pause, it goes on for a long time, rippling through the ground, the Ataani turn and begin to march away from the battle, assive strides outdistancing your shorter warriors but the cavalry trap several squads which your army quickly turn to the walking dead.

From the source of the drum beat can be seen 30 warriors in full armour, massive swords held in their hands, at their fore is an imposing figure of an ancient Ataani wearing full armour bar his head which is bare and showing his pure white fur.

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong/Arnash) The paladin hands you a slim volume with the symbol of a radiant star on the cover. "we will contact you when we think you are ready, continue with your duties we will watch as you learn, then we will approach you again" You open your mouth to ask a question but they are simply gone, no getting up from the table, no incantation, just gone.

**nocturne's wrath**

"well that was a fun conversation." argsh said spotting.
(lord i have a book here which describes phobor. if you want i can send all the info while i read.)

**Tyranic Marta**

(Silentsong/Argash) A feeling of interest roils through you as you open the book, a quick look at the first page tells you that the book apears not to be a mixture of teachings from some prophet, but the gold flowing ink and ippecable penmanship tell you that this is a magical copy of a gods (or goddesses) handwriting.

**Mordoskul**

Battle Plans
With the sheer number of corpses I have at my disposal, tactics mean nothing. A massive host of Ataani dead rush the commander, pulling him from his mount.

**nocturne's wrath**

(well milord it looks like it is a copy of the writing of a god.)
i start reading the book. sending every word to the master

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) As your hordes approach the white haired figure he simply waves his sword and the ground ripples beneath your hordes, suddenly a massive rift opens beneath them sending hundreds to their doom, as the white haired figure walks forwards the rift snaps shut infront of him,

(Silentsongetc) As you read the book your lord becomes more and more interested, you realise you are going to have to read the book several times.

**nocturne's wrath**

(as you wish milord)
i read the book several times. looking for any hidden messages etc

**Mordoskul**

Battle Plans
Calling upon the power of the Golden Man, Iliad advances through the hordes of the undead, raising his great blade in challenge to the feline warlord. "My god is stronger than yours, I think I have proved that beyond a doubt this day. Lay down your arms, become immortal..."

**Tyranic Marta**

(Iliad) The warrior strides ahead of his force and swirls his sword, a massive wall of rock explodesw out of the ground around the pair of you, trapping you in. he smiles, "you are no match for the powers of Gaia, she will crush your bones to dust."

He advances forwards, "but your god would be able to halt your doom and we would battle eternally without success if we were to engage in a battle of magical will, so come, let us fight."