Fantasy The Chronicles of Aloria: The Beginning

[Soviet Panda]

Stopping, Durin stared at the on coming, for lack of a better term, horde. What kind of sorcery was this? Necromancy he had fought, but they moved stiffly. These corpses moved with a fluid grace about them. They were not afraid to die is what it said. "Nothing a good bashin' can't fix."

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Moon swooped in, landing on all fours as she turned back into human. She looked strangely calm in the midst of all the chaos swarming around her. The raven on her shoulder flew towards the corpses and squawked loudly. "This is unnatural...who--what is causing this?" She asked. She turned to her left to see a weaponized dwarf right next to her. "What is going on?" She shouted over the chaos.

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether was still in the shadows, but answered the girls question. "Well if I had to say I think this city is being invaded by the undead. But I haven't seen necromancery this powerful before. The amount of magic required to power this army, is impressive." He said quietly so she can hear, but she couldn't pin point his location. ((Why does it take forever for you guys to post?))

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c190ce392_Amberlyn_35.jpg.c0ad0124e6801640c987b48d6d37efb6.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="42572" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c190ce392_Amberlyn_35.jpg.c0ad0124e6801640c987b48d6d37efb6.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> It didn't take long for the rumors to reach Amberlyn where she continued her work on the wounded. "Small army of undead, eh?" she muttered. "Well, the guy with the sword and some of the other more hale and hearty citizenry ought to be able to fend them off, no?"


She moved to another patient and set to work on the make-shift splint on his arm. "What makes you think that I'm capable of fighting against them?" she asked.


The man blinked twice and replied, "Um... miss, I didn't say that you were."


Amberlyn's focus turned from the splint on his arm and looked at his eyes. "I wasn't talking to you, dearie," she said kindly. She finished tightening the straps of cloth around his arm, then turned away. As she made her way across the temporary hospital, she added, "Come along, Emily, we have more work to do."

 

[Atom]

"What... what in the hell..." Vincent muttered, staring at the approaching masses.


There were too many to fight alone... but too few to escape. If they ran the hoard could simply chase them effectively or savage the town.


They had to fight. But they'd have to work together. If not they would all die. With his decision chosen Vincent turned, "We have to fight! Together! If we don't we die. If we flee everyone dies!" He shouted to those capable around him.

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether chuckled when he heard what the man had said. 'Why would I help? As soon as the true chaos begins I'll leave in the confusion.' He thought with a small smirk as he continued to watch the sense before him. However after few moments of silence he heard a growl, he looked over to his companion and saw he was the one making the noise. "What?" He asked in a hushed tone. Fenir gave him a disapproving look before nodding his head at the man that asked them to fight together. "You want me to help? Why? We can easily get out of here. If you want to help then we leave and warn others about what happened here." He said as he turned his back to his companion.


Fenir sighed before bolting up to the other man and wagging his tail, he then looked at Nether with a victorious smirk. 'I swear that damn mutt will be the death of me.' Nether thought as he pulled on his gloves and took out his staff. "I hope you have a plan for this." He said to the man as he approached while fixing his pouch. https://www.rpnation.com/profile/11171-atom/@Atom

 

[Soviet Panda]

"'Bout damn time some one steps up. May the mountains sing of the deeds we shall do here." Durin said, glancing over at the man to show that he acknowledged him. Now he had to build up his momentum all over again. And he didn't waste any time doing it.


Little dwarven legs pumping, face going red and anger visibly showing, he charges once more towards the horde. A little known fact, a fully armored dwarf is very much like a boulder twice his size after you get it rolling.

 

[Peaceswore]

'Plunging in head first? That's not my style.' Nether thought as he watched what he believed to be an insane dwarf with a death wish. "Fenir!" Nether suddenly yelled out catching the wolf's attention and a few enemies. "....*sigh* Let's get this over with." He said as he walked into a dark alley and practically disappeared. Fenir barked happily before he faced the enemy and growled viciously. Fenir ran next to the dwarf and attacked any undead that went for the dwarfs back. Mean while Nether had gone through the back streets and ended up on the enemies left flank.


They were so focused on the dwarf and wolf that they never saw Nether coming. When he saw a chance he lunged into battle striking the first undead with his staff with such force that it fell to the ground dead...for sure this time. After the initial attack he separated his staff and created two smaller ones and got into a fighting stance. 'Wonder if I'll meet the monks again?' He wondered as a group of enemies charged at him. @Beowulf

 

[Atom]

(TaKing too long and I procrastinate too much.)


The following battle was a bloody gruesome thing. Thankfully for the townsfolk and their defenders the undead could still be killed like normal humans, although they were more durable and harder to wound. But eventually the undead were killed with a heavy amount of casualties on the townsfolk side.


Vincent let his blade sag to the ground, clutching the top of his forearm where he'd been stabbed through the muscle near the end of it all.


@Roo

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether had just finished treating Fenir's wounds who was now resting after the battle. 'Why did I have to get caught up in this mess?' He wondered as he rested against a wall. After calming his heart rate he looked at the man that called everyone to fight earlier. "Are you all right?" He asked as he approached him. @Atom

 

[Atom]

"huh? Oh yes I'm fine. This'll fix right up. Don't worry about it." Vincent said, waving the man off.

 

[Dagfinn]

Detia bared many sever wounds at the end of the fighting, she also wore the brightest grin anyone could imagine. Detia stood still a moment looking over the ruins of battle, then while running her hands threw her hair she cracked her neck.


Taking two hands to pull out the short sword in her chest, one that priced directly threw her heart. The thick blood gelding the sword pull out with a smooth glide. Detia inspected the sword a moment, then glanced over to a man sitting on the ground clutching to a wound.


"Great craftsmanship, don't you think?" She asked nonchalantly.


(( @Atom ))


 
(( Oh I didn't see this posts xD oh well ))

 

[Atom]

Detia bared many sever wounds at the end of the fighting, she also wore the brightest grin anyone could imagine. Detia stood still a moment looking over the ruins of battle, then while running her hands threw her hair she cracked her neck.
Taking two hands to pull out the short sword in her chest, one that priced directly threw her heart. The thick blood gelding the sword pull out with a smooth glide. Detia inspected the sword a moment, then glanced over to a man sitting on the ground clutching to a wound.


"Great craftsmanship, don't you think?" She asked nonchalantly.


(( @Atom ))


 
(( Oh I didn't see this posts xD oh well ))

(Overkill much? xD Also not sitting)


Vincent looked over at the sword and then the bloody place it'd been pulled from before grunting, "Not really..."


He then turned away with a sigh and shake of his head, "Magic..." he mumbled with a sigh.

 

[Dagfinn]

(( shush! ))


"Unwanted I might add!" Detia said replied to his sigh, tossing the sword to the side.


"This was really something, wasn't it?"

 

[Atom]

"That was crazy is what it was. Crazy and unnatural." Vincent grunted restrapping his blade to his back.


"These monstrosities came from the East. A common thing this close to the borders. But they've never been organized or in numbers... maybe two or three... but fifty?" Vincent thought aloud.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Clearly, someone controls them," Detia answered with a shrug.

 

[Atom]

"Oh? Well I'm glad you said that. I thought they were just doing it on their own out of the blue with no reason." Vincent said sarcastically.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Anything is possibly," Detia seemed to not notice his sarcasm. Though she was just ignoring it.

 

[Atom]

Vincent grunted and rolled his eyes, "Ugh... gonna have to find that healer from earlier to get this fixed... and I wonder where that dwarf from earlier is...?" Vincent muttered, searching around.

 

[Dagfinn]

"I noticed you while the fight was going on, you seem pretty decent," Detia complimented, pitting at a large cut on her arm.

 

[Atom]

"Is that so?" Vincent grunted, simply grunting a response rather than actually thinking of what she'd said.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Well you're no fun," Detia sarcastically whined.

 

[Atom]

"Oh I'm sorry that I'm not as immune to damage as you. I'm a bit occupied with the big ass hole in my arm." Vincent growled with irritation.

 

[Dagfinn]

"You could've asked me for help," Detia answered, "I know a thing or two about fixing a little cut."

 

[Atom]

"Then why don't you give me a hand instead of sitting there and letting me suffer?" Vincent asked through gritted teeth.