The Great Battle (open Role play)

Zenobios stood in the open gateway of his Dark Forest Retreat. Awaken from his sleep by the sound of footsteps outside his window.

His ears twitch slightly as the leaves softly rustle in the wind. His hand lingers around the hilt of his blade. All is quiet, but he can sense the presents of other elves. Warped and twisted into the vile forms granted to them by their gladly accepted curse.

The snapping of a twig in a nearby tree alerts Zenobios. With a speed matched not even by the greatest thunder he reaches inside his jacket and casts an Elven Dagger towards the cause of the sound. A Drow warrior falls from the canopy, making a sickening thud as his limp body falls lifelessly to the ground.

No sooner then the dark elves body hit the ground did a storm of his comrades rush from the debts of the forest. Zenobios brought his fingers to his lips, alerting the rest of his kindred of the battle.

A flurry of arrows fell upon the land from the windows and roof of the mansion, felling a few of the dark elf warriors as the rest of the forest elves ran unto the battlefield, making a protective circle around Zenobios. The last remaining son of their fallen leader.

The Drow ran forward, clearly outnumbering the elves. The loud sound of clashing blades and battle cries filled the forest as the battle raged on for what seemed like hours. Drow and elves alike fell as screams of fear and pain filled the air with a bone chilling aura.

Zenobios fought bravely, felling many of this evil traitorous race. 'How did they learn of our presents here?" Zenobios thought to himself as he slid his blade 'cross the throat of a Drow warrior.

Bravely and unrelentingly as they fought, the elves could not hold off agents such massive numbers. Zenobios fell to the ground as the bone shattering blow of a flail struck him across the cheek. All turned black as he fell to the ground, still clenching his blade as with his last few moments of sight, he witnessed the great mansion, being burned to the ground as the last few of his fathers followers fell to the blows of the dark elves.

Zenobios awoke many hours later to an eerie sight. The bodies of many Drow and elves alike littered the ground. The final horrifying sight of his keep burnt to ashes sent Zenobios into a murderous rage.

He set his sights towards gothador, and traveled there in the hopes of regaining some following for his seemingly lost cause...

Prince Mirshann Aero'del lil kult'ressin watched from the shadows as the lone elf wandered off, and ordered several of his best trackers to follow. Turning to look at the dead bodies, His heart danced with joy. To destroy an elven strong hold on his very first raiding party from home!! Using a langauge that sounded like insect chatter he ordered the bodies gathered into a pile. Looking about Aero searched until he found what he was looking for, an elven dagger. Picking up his trophy he placed it in his girdle opposite his drow dagger for safe keeping.

The dark ancestor had indeed smiled upon him tonight. Prince Aero was now certian that the prophecy of the circle was to be fulfilled in his life time. Ordering the bodies burned he and his men headed back into the Hidden forest to celebrate.

While slaying Charm Thieves in the dark forest, Byren overheard the familiar sound of battle in the distant. Feeling his blood lust rise he set off in the direction on the chaotic battle.

All his Dark Elven speed helped him leap and run across the forest at incredable speed, arriving just in time to see the last few Elves fall. This was just his kind of battle. Drow and elven warriors cry out in pain as limbs fly. A sadistic grin spreads across Byrens face. Noticing a large number of Drow circling one elf in particular. This was by far the greatest warrior in the battle field. Perhaps his skills would be enough to turn the tides agents these overwhelming numbers.

CRACK

The sickening thud of a flail smashing across this elves head proved Byren's little theory to be mistaken. He could not help but chuckle as the last few elves were finished off and their mansion laid to waste.

"Pity I could not have gotten here earlier" Byren mouths to himself as he watches the Drow gathering and burning the bodies of Elves and Drow likewise.

As he watches them walk away Byren moves silently in the woods, trailing them. Just to see who these warriors are and how they organized so well as to defeat these great elven warriors.

It does not take long for Zenobios to smell the sickening scent of burning bodies in the far. A single tear streams down his cheek at the loss of his brothers. His sorrow is instantly replaced by a burning rage. A hatred boiling deep inside him.

"I will not walk away from battle like a coward! I will hunt down and kill each and every one of these bastards and wear their hides atop my Armour!"

With that, Zenobios scaled a tall tree, climbing to the very top his elven sight allowed him to quickly spot the smoldering pile. And a small army quickly retreating into the forest. Leaping from tree to tree with the greatest stealth, Zenobios quickly catches up with this army.

Drooping from a tree, hanging upside down as he catches a branch with his folded legs, Zenobios places his hand along the mouth of a Drow that has fallen behind and quickly slides his blade 'cross his throat. Bringing him back up into the tree and laying him across a branch.

Zenobios takes it upon himself to relieve this warrior of all his weapons... including his bow. Continuing this process until he has quite a few bodies hidden in the branches, Zenobios takes his bow, arming it with three bows at once he quickly fires them into the most crowed part of the heard.

Realizing that he has just but himself in jeopardy, he quietly leaps to another tree. Hoping that the Drow do not sence his location...

They watched from the Shadows as the lone Ithilvalë Killed their bretheren ending with him shooting 3 arrows into the the main force as they approaced large boulder burried in the side of a ravine. The elf paused paused moment as he realised the mistake he had made, And then leap to another tree. Chirping amongst themselves the three trackers decided to attack. Two leaped into the trees to confront him in combat and the third took aim, and fired his arrow grasing the eles arm. Drawing another arrow, he then thought better of it. Moving closer to the main vangaurd he heard the prince issueing commands. Then started chirping.

Prince Aero's Amethist colored eyes glittered with hatred as he looked at the three dead drow. He listened as the scout reported his enemies location. Turning to his men he ordered 30 troops to find the Ithilvalë and end his life. Turning to the boulder he placed his hand on a glyph and started chanting in an ancient arcane langauge, as he chanted the boulder twisted and an unknown warp opened in the middle of the ravine. Sending the rest of his men through, Prince Aero stepped into the hidden forest warpgate. Turning as it was closing he tried to see the battle.

"By the Angel of the dark dominion I swear this isn't over!"
He thought to himself as the gate closed.

As the trackers lept into the trees Zenobios immeaditly snaped one of there necks. As he reached for his blade, Zenobios felt the cold sting of an arrow grazeing across his arm. Allowing himself to become destracted in locateing the archer he allowed the drow the opper tunity to advance on him. Feeling a sharp blow on the back of his head Zenobios staggerd a bit before regaining his balence and turning, bow in hand towards the drow tracker. The fling of the bow's string was follower by the sound of sliceing skin and yet another body falling to the ground.

A sudden sence of inevatable death crept over Zenobios as he saw what looked to be 20 or more warriors advanceing towards him.

Sevral sets of three arrows flew one after another into the croud. Felling some, bounceing off the armour of the others. Zenobios spoted there leader fleeing from the battle through a warp gate, useing his last arrow Zenobios shot it in his direction, following him right through the warp gate.

It was then Zenobios went into hideing. It would be foolish to take on so many at once. Zenobios praied to his ansestors for some form of aid. It was then.. that help came.

Five Elven warriors, that somehow managed to survive the battle, most likely through fleeing came to his aid. He was now equiped to do battle with the roughly 14 remaining Drow.

The only thing in the entire forest quicker then the casting of swords was the falling of bodys. By the time the last elf fell there were only 5 remaning Drow.

Zenobios quickly hid behind a tree. Waiting there untill a Drow Archer was unlucky enough to pass. Driveing his Elven Sword deeply into his gut. A gurggled scream alearted the four remaining Drow. The four of them leeping out of nowhere overpowered Zenobios, takeing his struggleing to the ground. Seemingly all hope as lost as one of them lifted their blade high above their head...

Byren watched the battle as he leaned against a tree. Slightly annoyed at the fact that these elves were stealing his game. Byren felt no pity for the fallen Drow. What did it matter if a few of his kindred fell? All the more game for him to kill.

Byren watched as the battle came to a halt. Four Drow warriors pined the Elf to the ground. It was purely out of boredom that Byren intervened.

Byren threw his Drow dagger with all his force into the skull of the Dark Elf with the lifted blade. A beautiful clunking sound of the blade slicing through hollowed bone.

With all his speed Byren ran up to the four remaining Dark Elves. His Soul Reaver blade hummed with anticipation. The Dark Elves fell like common humans. As Byren Sheathed his blade.

The one Elf began to attempt to rise to his feet. Only to be greeted with Byrens boot sending his crashing back to the ground. Byren leaned over this Elf, not quite sure of what to do...

binx was quietly taking a nap against a toadstool in the forest when he heard all the ruckus from the fighting, hes always in for a good show so he took a gander to oversee whats was goin on.

he sees dead drows and elves scatered and torn to bits and byren standing over them liek an inhumane fool, laughing and grinning at what he has just done. binx, a fighter with a kind heart and a noble mind though to himself .... what kind of person would rip these elves and drows apart for fun? he slowly unsheathed his sword, byren heard the sliding of metal against the casing and he quickly turned around to see no one.

binx being the witty and clever fighter, was in a tree, moving right on top of byren. he now has perfect aim for one death blow. he draws his sword up and he leaps when byren quickly darts out of the way, binx sword enlodges into the earth. binx is now unarmed and overpowered. but always thinking, he whistles an old tune a gypsy taught him in exchange for a couple potions.

suddenly byren charges but stops because he sees a milion toads charging at him from behind binx. they leap and attack byren, hundreds at a time, you see a twitching mass underneath the blanket of toads, and it slowly stops, then with one last gasp byren because a lifelessx corspe, binx pulls out his dagger and slices off byrens nose as a rememberance to who did not deserve the power they had. and he skips off to go play with the knomes.

As he stands over the unconscious body of Zenobios, Byren hears the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Turning to see what was the cause of the sound Byren is confronted with nothing.

Then all of a sudden Byren see's a figure charge at him, quickly moving out of the way Byren gets ready to kill this intruder, but is caught off guard by what must be hundreds of toads leaping at him, quickly covering him.

Byren struggles out of the pile of toads and leaps sciently into a bush. Watching quietly as this strange bloak cuts off the nose of a dead Drow who had also been caught in the pile. 'odd little critter' Byren thought to himself as he watched the warrior walk away.

OOC: This role play has nothing to do with in city actions. It is in proper RP to kill an active character in a RP thread. And it is called character control when you wright out another's actions.

The Person who made this thread had no problem with my post. I am not trying to be rude, just giving you a tip. I look forward to RPing with you in the future

(sorry)

dont stop writing because of that we've all made that mistake. you added something to the story unexpexted it was really interesting. Dont stop just be a little bit carefuller with others characters.

Ohh and i loved the whistling and the Toads/Frogs!! I was wondering how he was going to get out from under Byrens foot....lol

Zenobios struggled fiercely agents the Drow as they held him pined to the ground but it all seemed to be for naught. The blade raised high, Zenobios closed his eyes as he strained to think of some way to escape.

It was then Zenobios heard a gurgled scream, followed by the sound of Armour crashing to the ground. Then there were the footsteps. Although there was only one he may as well could have been legion. The remaining Drow fell to the ground before they could even raise their blades.

As Zenobios attempted to rise and thank the one who saved his life, he felt a cold sting across his face..all went black...


Awaking what couldn't be longer then a few minutes later Zenobios saw a human warrior walking away from the battle scene. And to the far left a single Drow. In armour different then the others, this one gave off a powerfully evil aura.

"Wait..." Zenobios said in a hushed voice to the parting human as the Drow drew near.

BoogieKnight marches through the forest observing the death toll. He searches among the bodies and finds an elf teetering on the precipice. Boogie took the one Small Potion he had and offered it to the elf. Though a weak concotion, it seemed sufficient to drag him out of the jaws of Death.
"Hey homes, what gives?"
"The Drow...they are resolved to destroy the bloodline of the greatest among us."
"Great...play dead. I'll do what I can."
Boogie draws his Large Ax and charges into the conflict.

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it read:

The demonfays (charcters of Dungeons and Dragons) are half demon and for half elf, theirs is a separated nature between magic and the night, between the liberty and the lack of restraint. They are both harmony and chaos.


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As Byren wanders back to the body of Zenobios he notices yet another person talking to the bloody elf.
"Perhaps I should have waited for visitation hours to come to a close before I moved in..." Byren says loudly and arrogantly. His eyebrow slightly raises as he See's this newcomer charging at him with a clumsily large Axe.

"Well well well, The spider said to the fly.." Byren mouths as he drawls out his Zenix Torture Lash. Listening to the tearing of the air around him as he whips it fiercely into the air. The ethereal straps of the lash coiling around Boogie Knights' leg. Quickly as the wind Byren pulls the lash towards him, sending his foe crashing down to his back as Byren drags him to his feet.

Byren smiles as he unsheathes his Soul Reaver blade (see Sig) and brings it crashing down towards the ground in an attempt to quickly kill his newfound enemy.

The forest is quiet except for the sound of the Reaver slicing through the still air.

A dark figure moves slowly among the trees and bushes.The figure is hard
to see for he is dressed completely in black but one thing is takes no
effort at all to see,his luminous red eyes.The figure moves closer and
closer to the battle until he stops just outside it,watching from the bushes.

He sees and old enemy standing there.An enemy he has hunted for
countless ages but never managed to destroy.A person who he cannot
even look at without growling a little.

The figure slowly steps from his hiding place and reaches into his
cloak,pulling a long,black whip out.He comes up behind Byren and
cracks it over the back of his neck then recoils it,preparing for another
strike.

"Bet you thought you were rid of me didn't you?",he says romoving the
hood from his head.

Just as Byren is ready to bring down his blade for the killing blow, he feels a surge of pain rush throughout his body. Falling to his knees he lets out a loud scream. Half from pain, half from frustration. Getting a steady ground Byren leaps to his feet, turning to address the one he calls "petty annoyance".

"What in the blue hell is wrong with you people!? Can I not get in one kill before some wannabe hero jumps in seemingly just to annoy me? What, do you want to be a hero? Have the women trampling over each other in their pretty little high heals just to glance up at you? Well know this annoying one, women don't fancy men missing all their limbs!"

With those words, Byren clenches his fists around his Lash, bringing his arm high into the air he throws his arm forward and flicks his wrist likewise. The lash once again tearing through the air as it lashes and wraps around CountGrims arm. Leaving beautifully painful welts as it seemingly consumes his shoulder and upper arm.

With a force nearly strong enough to rip ones limb clear off their torso, Byren flings CountGrim into a tree like he was no more then a paper doll.

Byren grabs his Soul Reaver with his free arm, mouthing the words: "It is a lovely day to die, do you not agree?"

BoogieKnight tackles Byren, "You stole the Reaver? How could you, you bastard? They need that weapon."

"AGH!!!",he screams as the lash wraps around his arm.He starts to tear the
whip off when he felt himself being slung through the air.He tries to land
no his feet but doesn't get the chance.

THUD

He feels his ribs being bashed against the hard bark of a tree."Oof......"
My ribs feel like they're onfire.Mmmm.....that's the first and last time I
underestimate Byren.
With some difficulty he stands up just intime to see his enemy holding a
wicked looking sword in his hand.This is going to be more difficult than
I had hoped.

With that he leaps a great many feet into the air and catches hold of the
tree,climbing up it with his claws as a good speed.

Boogie, enraged to the point he forgot about his weapon, uppercuts Byren's gut like a piston.
"Hand it over!"

OOC: Hey Byren, you a Realmer?