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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 22, 2006 5:35:27 GMT -5
Azrael smiled when he heard this information.
Yes, this is good...
Azrael suddenly interrupted Jaden.
"Where did you get this information?"
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Post by Jaden Kalen on May 22, 2006 5:37:10 GMT -5
"Sire through my line of work it is good to know how to kill or injure all types of creature and animal or human elf dwarf. It's a need to know thing. Comes with the job"
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 22, 2006 5:45:48 GMT -5
"Good." Azrael thought for a bit longer.
"This course of action will cause great damage to the city, but will save the lives of many people. Cypher? Jaden? Your first job is to evacuate the people to the top of the city. When the demons attack we will greet them with trebuchet fire. Cypher will have a fraction of our archers on the wall, but he will only concentrate on taking out the winged demons. Jaden and me will wait by the gate. Our riders will remain at the top of the city behind the last gates."
Azrael felt himself talk more fluidly when he started trying to pour our his mind to the others.
"The demons will penetrate the first gate, and me and Jaden will lead the first defensive. After a short while we will feign defeat, and retreat tothe top of the city. The demons will follow us, and there will be no citizens to kill. Once they've started to attack the cities last gate at the very top, we will reign fire down on them from the walls. We will make a fire attack with fire arrows, fuel, and all sorts of flammable we can find. This will be the job of half of our footsoldiers. Once the inferno has begun, me and Jaden will charge our riders threw the crippled forces of the demon army down to the first gate. We shouldn't lose a single horesman with this move. The foot soldiers who aren't involved in the incineration will all have buckets of water. They will follow behind the riders and quickly put out all the fires."
Azrael turned to Lieutenant Shagrin.
"You, and Austin if he arrives in time, will set up camp away from Gondor. Once our riders have penetrated the morale of the demon army and arrived at the foot of the gate, we will sound the horn of Gondor. You will return the call to boost the spirit of our men, and then we'll make a joint charge on the remaining demons. They will be too focused on defending themselves to make another charge on the city. We will meet you in the centre."
Azrael paused and breathed in.
"What say you?"
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Post by Tinaldor on May 22, 2006 11:23:33 GMT -5
Leuitenant Shagrin didnt like the idea, he would have preffered to sit with his back to the walls, and wait for reinforcements, but nevertheless he was a soldier, and did what he was told. he certainly didnt like the idea of sacrificing the defensive capabilities of the first ring of walls, but he was sure the Gondorian king knew what he was doing. Nodding, he spoke first.
"Certainly Lord."
He bowed low, and saluted the others.
"To victory. "
He wheeled on his foot, strategies for his army running through his head. He would please Master Tinaldor...Perhaps earn himself a promotion.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 22, 2006 12:11:46 GMT -5
Cypher nodded to Azrael, but did not speak. Azrael guessed this was because he was uneasy with burning their own city. Admittedly, Azrael was uneasy about it as well, but the lives of people was more valuable than buildings.
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Post by Tinaldor on May 23, 2006 2:53:44 GMT -5
Leuietenant Shagrin motioned to the two Dark Elven commanders next to him as he walked.
"You heard him! Get to work! Get the boys fed, then march them down south out of sight of the city... We're gonna spill us some demon blood soon lads!"
The Commanders sped off as if they were being whipped. The well-oiled machine that was the Mordorian army would set to work, and have a few suprises for the enemy as well....
He motioned to an Orc Captain as he walked out of the gate.
"Get me a large trench dug in an arc to the north of the city, where the demons will come from. Fill it with sharpened stakes, and make it invisible to any eye until they are skewered on them. Got it?!"
The Orc captain nodded and went to order his bidding. That would slow the demons progress, and throw them off slightly. He hoped it would be enough to swing the battle in their favour.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 26, 2006 4:54:12 GMT -5
Azrael rubbed his chin and thought to himself.
If these demons just keep sprouting and coming up where ever they're going to finish us...
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Post by Tinaldor on May 26, 2006 9:38:57 GMT -5
Shagrin sat in his tent, conversing with his underlings. The enemy were headed straight for Minas Tirith, there was no doubt, and the scouts sent to report on size hadnt returned. That wasnt a good sign. The orc captain he had sent to build the trench marched in.
"Its been done as you asked..."
Shagrin smiled, the trench was ready. He hoped it worked.
"Go, report what weve done to the human King. I want these tents packed, and the troops ready to fight within the hour! We have business to deal with! GET TO IT!"
Shagrin backhanded the captain, and stalked out. He was fully armed, and ready to go. He would impress the Master and Mistress, most definetly...
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 26, 2006 10:42:00 GMT -5
Azrael paced up and down the walls. The time seemed to pass so slowly, and he nothing left to do. the army was ready... all they could do is wait.
Why aren't you coming brother?
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Post by Gandalf the White on May 26, 2006 16:50:43 GMT -5
"It is time...In the oncoming battle I shall finally unleash my ultimate creation." spoke a familiar voice from the shadows.
The wizard stepped foreward, his long silver hair pulled back into a pony tail, and black markings of a thinner consistency than war paint forming designs on the right side of his face. his eyes were now a yellowish gold, and his pupils were thin. He wore a black cuirass with a silver hand welded to the chest. There was a rim-like piece of armour, tempered steel, with 5 spikes of what seems like bone on it around each shoulder, and he wore the same white cape he'd worn at the battle of Isengard. At his waist was fastened a sword, it had a black handle with a clear crystal for the pommel and a gold hand guard.
"This is a sword forged by my own hand over the course of many months, it's blade: sharpened to perfection, it's durability: unmatched. The blood of the demons that fell at Isengard was poured over it as I hammered it, to empower it." said the wizard, as he grasped the handle, and drew the blade. "It is my...perfect creation." he said as he held the sword straight foreward and looked down the blade, which at first glance was the the same as steel, but as he turned it, it seemed to change to blue, then yellow. "...Perfect..." he said, almost obsessively, as he looked at it, before placing it back in its sheath and gazing out into the distance.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 27, 2006 13:29:51 GMT -5
Azrael had walked down the stairs out of the sight of anyone else.
I must find my sister... He thought to himeslf. Suddenly a huge head rush came over him powerful enough to make him drop to his knees. Azrael held his head. He was in immense pain. The pain slowly relieved itself, and Azrael found himself on all fours. Suddenly he heard a voice.
Azrael... Lord of Gondor... Rise!
Azrael obeyed and looked around him.
"Where are you? Who are you?" He asked.
I am the leader of the demon hord... You can't see me for I am speaking to you through your mind.
Azrael looked around him again to make sure he wasn't being watched.
"What do you want? Why are you invading us?"
You are the reason your city is in danger! It is you who led the people of Gondor against the demon army! It was you who brought half of my attackers to the floor when you made your charge! It was you who rose the spirits of your allies ultimately leading your pathetic kinds to victory!
Azrael shook his head.
"I played a small part in the battle. The plan was discussed as a whole, and everyone put equal effort in the battle. Your war is with every one of us... NOT ME!" Azrael shouted with frustration.
You and your people are going to die...
"Hold your tongue!" Azrael shouted again.
"If you are so hell bent on vendetta then you are leading yourself to your own destruction. This is no fault of mine."
If only it were that easy my lord...
Suddenly the pain rushed back into Azrael's head and he was thrown again to the floor. The pain was too intense to handle, and soon it took over all of Azrael's senses. After ten seconds the pain had stopped. Azrael rose to his knees breathing heavily. He felt extremely ill.
"Insolent fool," Azrael muttered to himself. He used the wall to help himself up and then slowly wandered towards the white tree inn holding his head.
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Post by Gandalf the White on May 29, 2006 20:02:28 GMT -5
Gandalf watched the lord of Gondor struggle with an unseen force, but did not make a move to help him.
"Those who dare move against the united powers of this...Middle-earth shall meet an inevitable fate of sorrow and death, but should even one link of the chain be broken, it shall be us, the free people of Middle-earth, that meet our demise." said the wizard in a harsh whisper, his face quite emotionless as he stared at the struggling ruler of Gondor.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on May 30, 2006 6:54:03 GMT -5
As Azrael walked towards the streets he felt very weak. His muscles were giving up on him, and it hurt him to think to much. All that he could focus on was getting to the white tree inn, and then look for his sister.
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