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(You new guys give me some good lols )

Ranun stays by Marta's side as they charge and meet the line of undead, swinging the mace with grace and power at those who dared stand in his path.

(dude it is not wrapping up so just join.)

hey just figured id ask first. Be warned i have quite a bio for mine hes been in my head for a while.

nocturne's wrath wrote:(dude it is not wrapping up so just join.)

Yeah, the game is still young (as far as I know anyways).

Its cool that you feel likes its a book... we should compile the posts in the end into little stories.

Name: Eckeon Mythos
Age: 350 (will explain in bio)
Class: warrior with minimal magic abilities ( also in bio)
Race: Human
Weapons: Large single edged greatsword- looks like a straight razor, gauntlets with triangle shaped edged plates attached to chain of no distinct length (within reason)
Armour: Full plate armor of unknown combination of common metals and forging techniques, all approximately .5 inches to 1 inch thick.
Appearance/Bio: A rare being among his people, he is a full head taller than most and nearly twice as broad. Skin is well tanned with a few battle scars scattered around. Peircing crystal blue eyes and gray/white shoulder length hair.
Throughout his childhood it was noticed that he was stronger than most and quickly became strongest of all unitl he learned to restrain his power.
started as city guard as a young man who over the years gained rank and prowess to elevate him to royal guard and then to private guard of royal family's hier. On an attempted assination he let his strength get the best of him, hurtling the attackers into the supporting columns of the building and bringing about its collaspe killing all in the building but himself.
He exiled himself and crafted a suit of armor so heavy that it reduced his strength to appears as that of a normal man. But his body grew accostomed to the weight and suit became lighter and lighter. Knowing he could not make the suit itself any heavier he sought out magics to assist him. Some how the resilience of his body also helped hiim age slower. After finding the most talented magician in the world of the desired spells, Burden, which multiplied the wieght of an object by a certain percentage depending on the lvl of the spell, he found that he was still growing stronger. Then he made a bad choice, he made a deal with a "council" of demons, they granted him complete mastery of the burden spells so that he could adjust the wieght himself but he was now to be thier puppet. After several decades of this his more righteous side won over and now he hunts the very demons he once sserved. He also released himslef from armored prison, but then dawning another suit of armor similar to the first but without the magical restraints.

I know its long but i swear i actually shortened it. do with what you will.

Iliad curses, and continues to push forward, forming a spearhead of raised shields and bristling spears.

nope not at all, i have my ways to keep the plot alive and running,

Thanks for the complement
feel free to join

Ill post later for everyone

ok im back, finally, going to go back and check everyones posts, but if i do misss someone im very sorry, im just knackered after football

Okyday, Yarnek: Your arrow smashes into one of the shadows and it collapses, but before it can hit the ground a second shadow smashes into it, and then moves on, the first shadows head flies into the air and lands at your feet, it looks like a cross between a dog and a serpent, the larger new shadow smashes forwards decapitating anouther three of the daemons before puling back to you, a hearty shout comes out of the gloom from a sihouette almost as big as yours. "Ho there dont shoot im a friend" The massive human warrior (Eckeon) clad in self styled plate moves quickly forwards, "Theyre fast Gakheads but they dont know when to stop, aim for the head if you can."

(Silentsong) You swiftly scale the wall and you rush forwards, but some kind of arcane barrier strips lightbend from you and the undead around you turn their eyeless sockets towards you, "Oh gak"

Ranun Mordo: You see the undead form into a spearhead and the knights form two thinner lines which hit the sides of the point separating it from the rest, this small force is quickly desposed of and then your warriors hit each other in furious hand to hand, several knights fall in the first charge and several more are unhorsed soon after.

Behing the melee is a grim sound of the paladins chant as they sprint forwards, seeming to hover just *over* the terrain as they sprint forwards. Then the knights form a gap which the paladins spear into, all of the warriors of phobos are now committed to the field.

Ranun you quickly get separated from Marta after his horse is kneecapped with an axe and undead swarm around him, but you hear his powerful waycry ringing out over and over and you turn to your own problems.

Illiad you see the route to the city clear around the flanks however there are no remaining forces to head there as they are all locked into the battle. If they disengaged now they would be shredded.

You curse as you look around and see strange sihouettes moving across the plain, feral daemons have heard the battle and come to seek carnage.

keep shooting aiming for the head as my brethren head back up to the big group on the hill

The warrior covers your retreat from the daeoms that get too close, but in the shadows a massive shape can be seen, a large bipedal form carrying a pair of wickedly curved axes, a massive bellow rips out just as you reach the edge of town.

turn and shoot!

The daemon roars as arrows stick ineffectually into its flanks

signal my brothers somehow, and keep fireing

They run forwards firing as well, the arrows seem to only bother the daemon

i fire aiming for the eyes
"come on my brothers, strike true!"

I run back to the wall and climb it

Yarnek: your arrows strike true into the eyes, the daemon shudders in rage, but far from causing the desired effect the arrows just seem to infuriate it, the warrior beside you turns to you and shakes your arm, "we cannot kill it with what we have here, we need powerful magics to send this daemon back to the nether"

(silentsong) you try to climb the wall again but you find it almost imposible due to some magical enchantment,

you turn to see the shambling dead approaching, you look to your left to see the saftey of the gates only a short distance away

i nod "brothes fall back, we can't beat this on our own" then i turn and retreat

need to wait for the newbie to post

ugh, don't you just hate it when that happens?
btw i can come 2morrow but a bit of a warning i think im getting sick

i rush to them trying to lightbend

While keeping the undead surrounding him at bay, Ranun glances around for worthier undead - or to see if he is needed elsewhere.

I search the assassains body, looking for any hint at her identity or goal.

"You seem more fleet of foot than I, my furry friend. I'll try to keep him distracted while you go find help." I charge the deamon barreling into his mass... only causing it to stagger backwards a couple feet and making it just that much angier. I leap back hurl my chains at one leg hoping to snare it and pull it out from under him....

(eckeon)
"fool, come with us, you do realise it's probabbly more then a days journey too the next town"
open fire at it as i move forward

(Yarnek) still need to wait for him...

the daemon swats at the arrows, your concious of the fact that your running out