Harmony of Chaos; Chapter 5: Weather the storm.
 

The druchii gates creaked open. They were giant, gothinc peices. As was the whole flippin city. Giant, made entirely of grey stone, with spiked peices, and generally sharp looking. It did not look like a pleasent place. The faces of the elves within didn't help otherwise, because their skin tone was a grey.

The entire place was very very drab, and the only really noticable colour was purple, and silver. The streets were eerily quiet, and gravel crunched at volumes that shouldn't have been possible.

All of this shot into the senses of the wearied travellers all at once. They'd been running for three days straight now. Jiffy had died during their run. They'd all been wounded. They were all running extremely low on supplies.

But still, despite that, they pushed on. All the cities they'd passed had been completely empty, which led those that vaguely understood magic to believe one thing. They'd scried. Broken hundreds of treaties by doing it, and found out because of it that war was coming.

The dry desolate scorched lands to the north had seemed to be stirring. Thousands, even tens of thousands of Orcs were marching. Orcs, goblins, ogres, trolls, and hundreds of other things were coming.

And with their land being the most north, the Drow were going to be the first hit. The travellers climbed the streets, and walked into the grand hall....

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The giant stone doors swung open, and Kal led the group in. They were soon stopped by guards who said they had to take their weapons.

Kal looked at him and raised his staff. "Listen. I'm tired, I'm injured, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, and I'm overextended. My staff plus my adrenaline makes a rather sticky mass on the floor, so get the hell out of my way."

Scared to death by this much crueller side of Kal, he moved. Kal led the motly group in, and said to the WitchKing who sat on his throne.

"You've broken several hundred treaties, and delved into forbidden magics. I've never been happier for it."

The king raised an eyebrow. "You have a reason for coming here Harbringer?"

"Yes. We have the Harlequin. Unfortunately, we need to refresh, and we need time of all things. Your city holds a spire, and every city further north of this one has fallen. We need this city to hold. We need this city to break this accursed tide's flow. Of all things, we need to know that you're on our side this time."

The King frowned, stood, grabbed his sword and stalked towards the group. "You come into my hall to say you believe history will repeat? I should kill you for that."

He spun and pointed his sword at someone else. "Guest rooms for them, now. Full access to anything and everything they need. Prep the walls with as many warriors as we can. Tell the women who aren't staying to fight, and the children to get ready to flee. If the Elnaith agree, we'll send them to that group."

Kal closed his eyes. His reputation for showing up when doom was certain to arrive preceeded him. He wanted to say something more, but he was too tired.

He looked up and managed to stutter "Thank you." before his legs unwittingly started to carry him to where he could sleep.

"You'll meet with me in 15 hours Harbringer. All of your group. We must decide how to prepare."

"At long fricking last..." Alka said to himself as they reached the city. Sure, he could run for a week in full armor, but that didn't mean he liked it. He listened impassively to Kal parleying with the WitchKing, but all he heard was "No rest for you ha ha ha ha"

He was on the brink of bending Kal's back over when suddenly, the Witchking said they could retire to quarters.

As he trudged to his quarters, he looked at the ninja girl, who didn't seem all that tired.

"Damn ninjas have all the fun..."

OOC: On a side note, I should show these guys...

http://us.games-workshop.com/games/w.../crossbows.jpg

These guys are the Dark Elf troops. They have repeater crossbows, and swords. Swords can be seen....

http://us.games-workshop.com/games/w...s/darkelf2.gif

Got it? Gooood.

And on a side note, I should've known that Meridian was going to kill this.

"Bah, stop whining, your not trudging for days in plate mail armor. The wait isn't so bad, but man does it get hot on a sunny day. Of course, I don't think I'll have to worry about too many of those while were here..." Vace said, looking around at all the grey as the headed towards their guest quarters.

OOC: And who was Jiffy?

OOC: Alka wears waddling cauldron dwarven armor with lots of spikes.

OOC2: And who was Meridian?

OOC3: And who was Jiffy?

OOC4: And who wa-*sounds of SuperSaiyan beating Dante up* "Shut up, punk."

Yuniko shifted her weight as the others retired to their rooms, unlike the others, she didn't show signs of fatigue. Sure she was tired, but ninjas could never show weakness in any form, "So I would assume by the looks of everything that we are taking this moment for everyone to rest for a bit?"

Kal turned and glared at her. "You're either going to go sleep, or I'm going to kill you."

OOC: Jiffy was Biran's character. He is now dead.

Meridian is that other RP that Lycan just started.

"That's not very nice. I'm not tired, and I don't want to die. I doubt she does either." Zorha had riden Grey the entire time, and due to special horse feed, even Grey wasn't that tired. Still, he was resting in the stables.

OOC: That's it. That horse is going bye-bye. And on a side note, you're limiting yourself too much in combat. I really don't think it's right for you to be useless in fights.

IC: Kal walked down the hall, turned into the room shown, and collapsed face-first onto his bed, asleep almost instantly.

OOC: Why can't I keep my horse? And I'm getting in trouble for weak-modding...