OOC: LOL, I had the same RP here in http://forums.ffhybrid.com/index.php?showtopic=6602&st=0. It has a slightly different twist from THIS storyline here though. :P Not as messy too. :D

Anyway, what I want to know here is...What happened to MY character????

OOC: Nothing. He's still outside, waving his sword wildly. Thought it would be stupid to kill off someone's character when their NOT THERE! By the way, sorry about not posting. I've had a serious outbreak of "life". My docter says I may die x.x

BiC: Charcion snatched up his sword just as Notikas unleashed another blast of holy light, only to get blocked by another Ebon Gaurd. Notikas growled. "You shall FALL this day Necromancer...."

Charcion sighed with relief as he felt Za'roc's familiar weight in his hands. He dimly turned to see Wind charging him. A new energy surged violently into his limbs. The doubt he had felt had turned itself into a panicked rush of adrenaline. He smiled grimly as he gritted his teeth and raised his sword to defend himself. His thoughts disappeared as only one new thing came into his head, survival. He felt Notikas trying to destroy Nezurahl, he need only fend off Wind for awhile....

OOC: Rhiya, three words. EARN. YOUR. KILL. I ain't gonna let some stray arrow ping around the castle and nick him to have him say "Blarg I am daed" and fall over. :D

OOC: I'd assume that what he had been doing was commanding.

Nezurahl senses the tide of the battle spin once more into chaos as Notikas attacks him and his retinue while they retreat. Seeing no other option he sends out a command to all the undead engaged in lesser conflicts: Guard me. Notikas unleashes another blast of holy light but this time a mere skeleton blocks the attack. Notikas looks around and sees zombies and skeletons closing in on him from every direction. Knowing he is still in grave danger, Nezurahl casts a whisper spell to one of the chief commanders in the castle. He succinctly decribes what will happen if he dies and then cuts off the spell.

The din of the battleground is suddenly overhwelming by the sound of horns. The dark gate opens once more and the ancient castle vomits forth its might. Warriors clad in dark armour march side by side with chanting cultists leading chained horrors that gibber and snarl. Monstrosities crafted from the bones of many creatures and animated by necromantic rites tower above the rank and file, as archers armed with the necrotizing arrows march behind. Skeletal warrior-mages clad in partial robes and armour of frost float ominously a few feet above the ground, their hands and empty eye sockets crackling with baleful energies. Crawling from the winding catacombs beneath the castle come mutated humans goading long, pale, fleshy, snake-like beasts that pulse with dark power, many limbs bristling with long, flesh rending talons while overhead archers and mages ride winged nightmares dragged from the infernal planes. The rabble of undead suddenly form up into ranks and begin organised attacks upon the kngihts as the necromancers take direct control over them. All this is just a fraction of the onslaught of evil that faces the knights, threatening to bury their courage and discipline benath a tidal wave of clawing madness and terror.

OOC: isn’t that a tad bit godmodding?
And yes, I.KNOW.THAT. I just don’t like to go about killing other characters. It dulls the whole rp, but if you really want her to kill Charcion, you can always have Notikas rip out her heart in vengeance ^_^”
BIC: Wind faltered. Even her gheas could not prevent her soul from recoiling in horror to the warped beasts that spilled out from the belly of the castle. Charcion, oblivious to them, lunged forward, seeing an opening. Wind felt the blade slide through her flimsy wind clothing, plunging deep into her stomach. Charcion’s left hand found her throat in a vice-like grip. She distantly heard her slender neck snap, and her body go limp. Even the power that bound her to her dead body was unable to face the obvious threat. She managed to squeeze some air through her mouth.
“Tighten your grip. Do not let me go.” Her whispered plead was loud in Charcion’s ears. She wanted to do so much more. She wanted to save all their lives, but now she can’t. Now, she can only try to save this man’s life, this man, whom she had met but a few moments earlier on.

OOC: Not really. You get an army, the forces of darkness also get an army. I'm just trying to get across that there's more to the castle than just Nezurahl and a few minions. By the "tidal wave of clawing madness" I don't mean they have a vastly superior force, I just mean that it is a really intimidating thing to see. The castle is emptying itself and sending its full force against the knights. Its quite a desperate act really as if Nezurahl dies, one of their most powerful spell-casters will be gone and a fairly large chunk of their force would disappear too as he's the focus of quite a few of the necromatic spells. Also, they will take a while to reach the location of the characters.

OOC: oooh i se

OOC: Rawr. Thats a......... tough army to beat....... Might hafta get backup from Kildare on this, seeing as I control 2 guys. x.x One surronded by zombies and skeletons while the other is in the way of impending doom.

BiC: Charcion is startled as he hears Wind whisper to him. "Why are you saying this?" he growls. Wind tilts her head toward the advancing army, unable to find the air to speak. Charcion slowly turns his head. "In the name of Holy Hailfire..." he mutters, nearly speechless at the grand army before him. He quickly swivels his head back towards Wind and yanks Za'roc out of her stomach. He raises her to eye level and whispers back. "I do not know what you are planning, but I'll play along." He tightened his grip around her throat.

Things were'nt going so well for Notikas. Sweat poured down his neck from his now un-armored head, as he hacked down skeleton after zombie after skeleton. After each was felled another took it's place. He took a chance and started fighting defensively, all the while prying at his power as he took ahold of his cross in his free hand. He raised it and bellowed. "FROM THE POWER WITHIN ME I SMITE THEE!!" Beams of light shot from his cross as the many of the zombies turned away and began fleeing.

BiC: All that Arthus saw was Chaos - and that he had lost his patience.

"ENOUGH!!!" The great Knight gave a mighty roar that shook the earth for over a mile away. "I will end this abomination of a Castle with my might and magic alone!" Then he raised his legendary sword, Armaggedon's Blade and pointed it towards the fortress. "Die Evil Ones!"

"Arnagtus Entreri Daegnus Tempus Daeo!(Holy Judgement of the Heavens)" Words of power tumbled from the Apocalypse Knights lips, and Armaggedon's Blade burned ever brighter.

Suddenly, the sky above the Castle split open to emit a great Meteor that came blazing down towards it's destination, intending to destroy everything within it's path and impact.

OOC: Sorry for the short reply, but it's late now. Gotta go sleep, ya know.

She heard more bones in her neck snap and crumble beneath Charcion’s iron grip, rendering her body useless. No pain assailed her body. Not when she’s dead. Not when she’s an abomination to nature.
Still the gheas controlled her. Urged her bones to knit. To attempt to knit. If Charcion can keep his vice grip on her neck for a long enough time, it might just buy the man from his death, and buy her release from the necromancer’s power.
Her gheas has already tried to force her to use magic, but without the special nerves that connected her head to the rest of her body, the flow of elemental power was cut off. Deep within her suppressed soul, she screamed, HURRY UP!

OOC: A meteor eh? Ouch. I'm going to have to whip out some serious magic to deal with that. Nezurahl's depleted right now but as I say - always have a back-up plan.

The assembled army of the knights cheer as they watch the meteor pummel its way through the air towards the sinsiter mass of the castle. Their victory was assured for what power could withstand the might of their leader, He who had summoned the wrath of the heavens to smite their enemies?

Nezurahl looks skywards with surprise. So their foes would call down the fire from the heavens to try to destroy them? Thinking quickly and acting faster he takes command of the situation, calling out in a voice used to command, "Mages, to me!" while not showing his own weakness. As the rest of the castle's forces mostly mill around in confusion and fear, the castle's mages purposefully walk towards a position atop a hill surrounded by their warriors. As they walk some marshal parts of the castle's forces and order them to protect them.

Guarded at the very center of the dark army, they move into a complex pattern: Nezurahl at the center with the other mages spreading out from him in order of their power. They form a circle formed of interweaving patterns that drag the eye inwards towards the middle and scratch runes of guiding and abjuration into the ground at their feet with their magic. The magic-users upon the side of the knights gasp as they guess at what is being formed before their very eyes. The mages closest to Nezurahl draw forth their power and pass threads of power to the necromancer. He threads together the mana given to him and he reaches upwards, beginning to chant a sonorous spell. The other mages join in, more strands of power weaving together into an eye-twisting dweomer. Magic builds and a nexus of power builds over the heads of the mages. As more power feeds into it and the chanting grows stronger it expands outwards, a purplish globe of pure magic that throbs with power, strands of magic from all of the mages linking into it. Tints of other colours race across its surface and a vague, huge outline of a figure can be glimpsed at, as if through thick fog.

The knights wonder what foul new sorcery this is, while their mages remain silent, fearing the worst. As they watch the chanting becomes faster and louder as it reaches a crescendo before falling away to almost nothing and the magical locus stabilises, glaring like a malignant eye. The dark mages remain focused, eyes closed and hands tracing patterns in the air, as above them their spell blazes like a miniture sun. Suddenly the nexus flares and a beam of crimson lightning stabs into the sky at the meteor. Everyone is rocked by a huge explosion, the force of which is like a hammer stroke, and for several dreadful seconds it appears as if the entire battlefield had been stained red with blood. In the aftermath there are cheers from the knights that swiftly turn to cries of alarm while the dark army is filled with vicisous jubilation. The terrrible spell-bolt hurled by the castle's mages had not destroyed the meteor. It had deflected it. Right towards the heart of the noble knights' forces...

OOC: Now, basically what the castle mages did was use circle magic to pool their power. Its extremely rare and dangerous as its prone to being disrupted but can be quite potent. However, the mages will be able to defend themselves with the nexus's magic. If its disrupted there can be horrible consequences and the bonds are only as strong as the weakest link. As for how Nezurahl had lead the spell while so the low on magic, the answer is simple - he acted as the conduit for the spell, and drew upon it for power.

OOC: question to obsolete, do you get any sleep?
and another question. mind if I bring in a new charector if this rp goes to story (please do so)

Ic: Ummmmm yea i'm dead x2

OOC: Do as you like, fub, just don't ruin the RPG.

BiC:

Arthus looked up in horror and surprise as his own devastating spell was deflected right at him when the meteor suddenly changed direction, as if it bounced of some invisible wall. He quickly raised his sword high and pointed it towards the blazing meteor that came flying towards them.

"My Knights! Use your magic!!!" Arthus called out for his men with a tremendously loud voice. At my command!" He said even as thousands of swords were raised up towards the meteor that threatened to obliterate them.

"Agnus Tempus!" The cry came out in unison as every knight focused their energies into the spell. Every sword in the battlefield blazed with burning blue energy as they combined their power with Arthus' own. An intense flash of light that suddenly emitted from the shining blades blinded everyone in the battle as thousands of lightning bolt burst from those very same blades to strike against their target.

Where the enemy mages failed to do, the Knights accomplished. The fiery meteor crumbled from the fierce assault of lightning bolts as they blasted chunks of rock from the meteor one by one, only to finally crumble in mid-air above the ranks of the undead.

OOC: To answer Fub's question. Can't sleep, people die. I've murdered before in my sleep, I may do it again. Hey, aren't you the guy who tried stealing my sister? (Lines from Squidi.net)

BiC: Charcion watched the meteor juggle then explode over the knights. He squeezed harder on Wind's neck and said to her, "Whatever your planning on doing, do it quick". He heard the blood vessels of her neck strain. He felt the army approaching....

Notikas, once again, wasn't doing as well. He had recieved multiple scratches, bruises and cuts from the zombies, skeletons and Ebon Gaurd. He felt his stamina wearing and his movements became less and less rapid. He stabbed a dismounted Ebon Gaurd through it's heart and showed it it's own blood pumper when he felt strong arms wrap around his body. He felt decayed flesh and threw his head backwards, knocking the zombies head off and making his black pony-tail whip through the air.

Nezurahl's foul bindings on her made it a hard struggle. Yet, in the end, it won out. She unleashed a powerful blast of air just by smacking her lips and channelling her energies into it, knocking into Charcion's jaw like a powerful punch. His grip loosened, and then she was thrown away from him.
Bones immediately began to snap back into place. Torn muscles and the utterly destroyed nervous system likewise became whole. She rolled to her feet slowly, still struggling against the power that bound her.
The flame sword erupted from her hand, and she clutched it tenderly. Gritting her teeth, she leapt forward.
Just before she struck, she fell short to a crouch, thrusting upward. Charcion was ready, and parried it off easily. Wind's hand was batted off easily as well. She threw herself to one side as Charcion tried to cleave her in two, then came around behind him and, with a lightning fast jerk of her arm, hamstringed his right leg.

In the midst of the chanting mages Nezurahl is filled with amusement. The knights had expended far more energy in destroying the meteor than the mages had in merely deflecting it. He prepares to direct the circle's power again, smoothing out snarls in the energy flows that could destroy them all if they were allowed to build. As one the mages turn their will upon the battlefield.

Firstly they focus their attention upon a space where a group of the knights have surrounded a large group of zombies, hacking at them until they don't get up anymore. The circle nexus fires a pulse of deathly energy right into the midst of the zombies, purplish energy crackling out. The knights closest to the blast feel their flesh wither as the unholy energy makes the zombies' bones warp and flesh swell into hulking, monstrous new forms. Renewed and invested with an unnatural alacrity by their transformation the undead tear into their foes, tearing them limb from limb with oversized teeth and bony talons.

OOC: Damn, I hate to fight undeads using this character, since his equipment's special abilities(except the blade and the greave) does not affect the undead. Argh.

Arthus looked at the growing horde of undead before with intense exasperation and frustration. With grim determination, he began the ritual to activate the Greave of Famine's special ability - Famine's Wake. He had obtained that particular knowledge when interrogated one of the captured imps after the great Battle of Emancipation at the Citadel of Famine against the powerful Horseman of Famine, Agrimar, where he had obtained his very own greaves as a spoil of war. And now, it would serve him well.

The greave was made entirely out of dead vegetation and bones, yet it was a strong as the toughest steel. As Arthus reached the climax of the ritual, the greaves began to glow a black nimbus, and he could feel the aura of evil emanating from it.

Suddenly, from where Arthus stood, the ground began to slowly decay - turning into black, lifeless soil - and it started to spread throughout the battlefield. And then, from the decayed ground, hundreds and hundreds of large poisonous and fanged plants rose in exactly the same way the undead before them did. The poison these plants possessed could not possibly effect the mass of undead before them, but their rows of razor-sharp teeth could easily rend them to shreds.

At the area where the enemy mage had caused the zombies to warp into even larger abominations, a score or so of those massive plants rose from the ground to strike at them, ripping of limbs and flesh from their decaying bodies. The Knights took advantage of the reinforcements, they charged the zombies and began hacking them just as the zombies did to them just moments before.

OOC: now waiting for obsolete to answer.

"Fool," Nezurahl thinks to himself about the knight's leader, "he wastes his power upon the weakest of his enemies while he lets the true danger go unanswered. I will teach him the magnitude of his mistake."

Some of the monstrous beasts in thrall of the castle breathe forth fire from their toothy jaws upon the plants and begin burning them away. The monsters advance forwards through the burning plants, fire-blackened scales turning the attacks of dying plants with dark clad warriors following them. They reach the position of the zombies and unleash their fiery wrath upon the knights, the knight's resolve no match for the inhuman rage of the fiery monsters. The zombies begin to rise again, though some have simply been hacked down too many times, thier binding spells dissapated.

While a part of the army begins to advance with the plants selectively being burnt down to hinder their foes, some of the knights have circled aorund the carnage and prepare to make a devastating flank charge against the vanguard. If they were killed it would throw the castle force's advance into disarray, allowing the knights force to isolate a section of their foes and fall upon them. Their chance never comes. A silent burst of death magic erupts in the midst of them, invisible save for the sensation of a massive shadow briefly passing over them. The proud knights fall, their warcries upon their lips, as the spell snuffs out their life.

That danger removed, Nezurahl considers his forces overall condition. Elements of the castle's army, mostly the shocktroops like the bone giants and some of the ensalved horrors were advancing fast and looked to gain decisive advantages in position while a sizeable guard still clustered around the hundred or so mages participating in the circle ritual at the back of the force. Phalanxes of archers with their deadly arrows and demonic cavalry remain in reserve, ready to be commited to any tight spots. Over the battlefield mages mounted on flying steeds relay the battle to him as they hurl spell down upon the knights below. An unpleasant smile playing across his mouth, Nezurahl directs the linked mages in weaving a new spell.

Note: New plants will replace the dead ones unless you somehow manage to remove effect on the soil.

"My God," Arthus swore when he saw every spell and action he made thwarted by the unknown enemy within the evil fortress. And even with all that effort, more undead and demons began to advance from the castle gates. "What evil do they have in there?"

"Archers!!" He called out to the Knights at the rear of his dwindling army. "Take them down!" He pointed at the mages mounted on strange, demonic steeds the colour of night which had just emerged from within the confines of the castle walls.

A regiment of Knights wielding longbows and crossbows took aim and fired, releasing a storm of arrows that cut through the air to their intended targets, taking many of them down. Arthus could see dark, shadowy figures falling from the skies only to crash unto the bodies of their "comrades" below.

Seeing the threat in the skies slowly being neutralized, he removed an Ogre horn from his back-pack and blew on it, sending a loud blaring noise the resounded more than ten miles away.

At first, nothing happened as the enemies atop the castle looked at him with curiosity and perplexity of his unexplained actions, but then, a great roar - no, a hundred great roars - from the east shook the earth as the skies above the battlefield turned dark as if they were covered with thick smoke. But no, it wasn't smoke. It was the shadow of a hundred knights mounted on Wyvern's that suddenly came soaring down unto the startled residents of Castle Doom, sending balls of fire blazing down upon their intended targets below. These were the Dragon Knights, the very same order that had tutored many of the first-generation Apocalypse Knights in the arts of combat, for their prowess in battle were unmatched in battle.

And as if the fabled Dragon Knights were not enough, a sudden storm of arrows sizzling with blue, electrical energy came raining down upon the unsuspecting zombies and monsters below, taking down ranks upon ranks of undead and demons. For lo, from the west a thousand elven pegasi riders came flying through, the silver glow of their elven platemails glistening in the moonlight. They were armed with delicately made longbows that are unmatched in precision and effiency by any other in history. The elves of Stormwood continued to send rains of electrical bolts down upon their hated enemies who were caught in a crossfire of fireballs and charged arrows. For the remaining mages up in the skies that survived the earlier assault, there was no hope as they were systematically burned to ashes or were cut through by sizzling steel-tipped arrows.

And the dreadful battle on the ground below continued as the Knights made a desperate charge to break the enemy lines and assault the castle walls to destroy the final evil within.

OOC: Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here.

BiC: Charcion fell and held back a roar of pain as two of the tendon's in his leg were broken. He gritted his teeth as he rolled out of the way of Wind's flaming sword, scorching the earth where he was not half a second ago. He got up with difficulty, leaning heavily on his left leg. Wind's sword flew down to his left leg in a hope of disabling him, but the blow as easily parried by Za'roc's crimson edge. One of Charcion's hands flew up as he back-handed Wind in the jaw, as he growled in anger. He couldn't rest while that walked the earth. He just couldn't. He wouldn't.


Notikas began doing slightly better, as Arthus' reinforcments devastated the undead army. He smiled as a fellow Paladin fought alongside him without knowing it. Beginning to move faster, he felt invigorated as Dragon Knights filled the sky. Chopping a zombie in half, jumping through it's dead body, The Paladin of the Temuairian Knights was a force nearly none could withstand. Nearly.

OOC: Heh, I just had a thought. Do you want me to excorcise Wind, or return her from the dead? I could do it, you know.

sounds like a good story uv got going is there space here for little evil me

OOC: it depends either way. As an undead, she is aligned to evil, even though she doesn't want to (as my friend carefully explained a bit of D&D to me) but yeah, if you wanna, you can exorcise or ressurrect her.
@ hisstor: there is space for you ^_^ just too many ebil people here. We need some good guys. :)

BIC:
Charcion's backhand took her completely unawares. She heard her jaw break, then reknit together just as quickly. Damnit, I want to die! her soul screamed. She rolled to her feet and in that same movement, lunged at Charcion again. Her deadly blade gouged forwards in a twistig motion, but Charcion parried it to one side, aiming another blow at her head. She rolled her neck wildly, and the man's fist merely grazed her ear. But it threw her off balance, and Charcion's injured leg came up in a bone-crunching knee that shattered her leg. Unable to recover fast enough, Wind felt, dimly, Charcion's fist punch into her lower spine. She heard the distinct snap. Damnit, she twisted around even as she fell, blocking a fatal blow from Charcion's blade. Baring her teeth, she lashed out with her left hand and her fingers dug into Charcion's wound. Dimly, she heard him cry out. But the Gheas would not release her. Not until she has killed him. And even then, she would be compelled to return and defend Nezurahl.

OOC: LOL, I might as well resurrect you and leave some space for our newcomer here....:P

OOC: Well really there only 2 evil people and 2 good ones at present. It doesn't really matter which side you go on Lord Hisstor

Nezurahl's smile widens. The fool had finally commited his reserves and still hadn't even touched the core of the mages. While he feels annoyance at the large scale elimination of his observers at least some of them had had the sense to cast a spell of invisibility and fly higher. He partions his awareness, one part focusing on controlling the nexus while the other assembles a whisper spell. After giving his orders to one of the frontline commanders he returns his full attention to the spellcrafting.

The knights charge forwards and, aiming for a weakpoint in the enemy's lines, they crash into the castle's lines. The dark warriors fall back into retreat, seemingly unable to stand up to the knghts' prowess. But as the knights give chase, human-like fiends riding sleek lizard-like beasts move to cut at their flanks. Unarmoured, moving like the wind itself and armed with long twisted spears and short bladed scimtars they slice at the knights, impaling armoured warriors on their wicked lances. The knights struggle to even land a blow on the lithe fiends that dance around them, the demons' pale skins becoming bespattered with their foes' blood.

As the pegasi mounted elves and the Dragon Knights swoop around the castle Nezurahl and the nexus mages unleash the spell they had been preparing. Completing the spell with a single simultaneous cry, the nexus hurls a fountain of battle magic skywards that splits and splits into innumerable smaller bolts, looking like a great tree of jagged lightning. Screaming through the air the bolts seem to seek out the elves and the knights, their mounts finding it nigh impossible to dodge the dark magic. Those struck have dark energy crackle over them, those not killed outright feeling nothing but despair for the magic paralyses as well as kills. With the wingbeats needed to keep them aloft stilled, they have nowhere to go but down.

Nezurahl coughs blood. The spell had taken more out of him than he realised. He would have to be more cautious with his magic as he was still badly injured. Drawing more power from the other mages, he continues to keep the complex mana-flows in the pattern needed. If they shifted too much it would spell disaster.

OOC: Yes, I do realise I've just commited a moderate atrocity. Mages are nasty things and a hundred working together is even worse. By the way Kildare, you seem to think that the mages are inside the castle. They're actually on the battlefield with a sizable portion of the army guarding them.

OOC: OH my. My mistake. I should have taken the time to read the previous three dozen posts. :P But since you know anyway, I'll just leave it as it is.

BiC:

"Fools, they think we are," Arthus laughed and scorned at the latest action of the dark mages. They had smug expressions on their faces as they thought they had defeated their enemy. "Well, I'll teach them fools..."

For lo, the hundred Dragon Knights and the thousand elves were actually SHADOW replications of the original. This was the work of the powerful Archmages of Azeria. They had managed to duplicate the forms of their targets into a shadow clone, and these clones had the abilities of those they had duplicated, and were also made of some substance. Thus, these shadow clones were able to hurt and kill their enemies while the true ones hid a mile or so away. However, one hit on these clones would cause them to disappear like wisps. And so it was with these clones as the enemy mages spellbolts struck them.

And now, a hundred or so feet higher up in the air, the TRUE Dragon Knights and Stormwood elves came sweeping down to decimate their enemies once more, just as their predecessor clones did.

This attempt had to work. But should it fail, Arthus still has one last card to play...And should he be forced to consider this option, it would ensure that the evil within Castle Doom will never be able to expand it's influences unto the world...

I'd like to join this RP if you all dont mind.
Seeing as i would balance the "teams" again.

If you do mind, simply ignore this post, I will post my character here (as requested) and do nothing of any consequence until someone else posts ;) .

I'd consider this overpowered, but what with Apoc Knights and Liches with 150 Mage lackeys running around, why not.
Name: Aeris Mahoney (No relation to any other character, just like the name)
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 5'4", 125 lbs.
Class/Job: Phoenix Guard (Custom DnD Class, Cleric PRC, Description below)
Appearance: Blue Eyes, Firey Red Hair, Fair complexion.
Alignment: Lawful Good

Class Overview: Phoenix Guards are basically Clerics who serve to protect and care for Elder Phoenixes when they are reborn, and to care for their kith. While genrally not seeing much combat, they are trained with minor arcane prowess by their patron, and thus have moderate offensive magic. This comes at the price of wearing little to no armor for fear of spell interferance.

Patron Phoenix, and reason for being here: Vosh, Aeris's Patron Elder Phoenix, is an old Firebird, and is very sarcastic and cynical for one of his race. He especially hates the undead, and uses his guard retinue to seek and destroy greater undead who could be capable of gaining followers and going on a killing spree. Aeris was dispatched to aid to assaulting forces on the Castle of Doom, but, due to a poor map, arrived late.

Superbasic Personality Overview: Aeris is a rather Prodigious Phoenix Guard, easily mastering skills far and beyond her age with relative ease. Like most humans, she learns quickly, but does not excercise all the discipline that needs to come with these skills.

Items of Note
Mithril Staff: Aeris's Mithril Battlestaff is a generic battlestaff with a ruby Foci and a Phoenix Feather Core. Notably increases Curative magic effectiveness, especially on humans. (they are simple and easy to repair)

Phoenix Medallion: Being Vosh's Personal Favorite, Aeris was given the Medallion Phoenix, a powerful magical necklace that ressurrects the weilder upon death once per day. It also provides protection agaisnt death magic.

Phoenix Guard Battle Robe: A White robe with a flame design, underlayered with mithril ringmail for maximum mobility while providing decent protection.

Holy Symbol: Used for turning lesser undead.

Charged Mana Crystal: A Mana crystal charged with enough mana to vaporize the average mage. Why on earth Vosh gave this to her is beyond comprehension.

Spells of note: DnD Heal Line, Searing Light, Sunbeam, Immolate, Restore, Arcane Haywire (disables/intereferes with arcane magics already cast for approximately 30 seconds)

((That be it, Yell at me if you think i need to change something))

Aeris carefully walked through the dense woods, knocking brush and vines aside with her staff. "Gah. getting lost is overrated, I'll be lucky to even get there before the battle is over." She sighed, Looking at her ruined map. After a short while more, she reached the edge of the forest, a war-torn battlescape streching out before her. In the distance, a castle could be seen, and hundreds of Dragon Knights and what appeared to be Pegasi were being assailed by an awe inspiring display of arcane magic from the ground. She stood in shock as the battle raged on. In the foreground, she could see a knight dueling with a woman who didnt look quite dead, but had to be, because no unarmored mortal could survive the bloody fray they were engaged in. Aeris tapped her necklace, trying to contact Vosh back at the sanctuary. "I am here" she said, "This appears to be the castle." "Well of course it is, silly girl. What other place would be swarming with undead, and crackling with more lethal energy than the last arcane magiks show in Vimmerheim?" Vosh replied. Aeris shrugged, and slowly walked onto the field.

OOC: Holy... Lotsa stuff happens while I (try) to sleep.

BiC: Charcion swept down with his sword, in an attempt to sever Wind's hand, but she pulled away at the last minute. He felt the pain dull to a throb, as he jumped to the side, barely avoiding Wind's sword, and he thrusted Za'roc through her stomach as he flipped her over his head. Lastly, he stepped on her neck, snapping the bones which he knew would knit if constant pressure wasn't applied. She pulled another one of her magic blast things that hit him square in the face. He stumbled backwards and shook his head to clear it as he looked Wind straight in the eyes as she got up. "Why won't you just goddamn die....." he said. Suddenly, he felt another presence approaching the battlefield, and swiveled his head for little less than a second. He mentally smacked himself. "Don't get distracted you fool..." he thought.

Notikas fought for his life, as the amount of zombies, Ebon Gaurd, and skeletons increased. He too, felt the presence Charcion sensed, yet he was not in an honorable duel, so he could investigate. He slashed a zombie in two as he searched for a patch of shadows. Spotting one, he jumped past his new assailant and made a mad dash towards them. As he reached them, he saw the new Dragon Riders and elves drop from the sky, only to be replaced a few moments later. He smiled and saluted the other paladin for his cunning, then turned back to the task at hand, disappearing into the shadows.

OOC: Yay! Reinforcement! Now for characters good guys have Arthus, Notikas & Charcion and Aeris! Against hordes of undead, Nezurahl, and the newly dead Wind!

((OOC: Ask and you shall recieve! I better do something before Charcion becomes Zombie Wind's newest chew-toy.))

Aeris took another moment to survey the battlefield. It seemed the main threat was the large spellcircle of magi, but Aeris knew she couldnt simply charge in and politely ask them to stop, so she turned her attention to the more immediate situation, The beleaguered knight. "Start small, work your way up." She muttered, sprinting toward Charcion. Charcion seemed to glance in her direction for a moment, before turning back toward Wind, who had sprung back to her feet with unhuman speed. "Blast! I wont make it in time..." Aeris thought to herself, "and I'm too far away to use a spell... Wait. maybe, but I'd be temporarily vulnerable..." However, seeing the knight's condition, she threw caution to the wind, and gave a silent prayer "Lathander, help me be accurate and swift" ((No gods specified, I'll use him)) She stopped, held her staff like a javelin, and yelled "Seraph Strike!" The staff burst into an array of white light, and she launched it at Charcion's assailant, giving a quick prayer for accuracy, before resuming her run onto the field.

((by the way, didn't we pass the post limit for one thread?))

OOC: Bah, i'll start the new thread if you guys wish.