Arhra, despite the great threat, turns his attention upon BobII's army. It would be pointless to think that somehow the numberless hordes of orcs would not interefere while they fought BobII. Riding upon his chaos steed he casts aside the elven form had had been using and stands clad in something closer to his true form. He is glorioius and terrible to behold, his form completely hidden behind bladed armour of ancient and ornate make. A tattered cloak of twisting energy forged from shattered planes is his only adornment and his face is hidden behind an inhumanly calm steel mask. One hand twined in the tentacular mane of one of his mount's heads he cries out, "Chaos that is change!" and he channels some of his energy into the chaos beast he rides. The creature that had once served as the mount of one of the Navy-blue Riders opens its jaws impossibly wide and it breathes forth opalescent beams of power.

The beams strike into the midst of the teeming orcs but they do not destroy. Instead they subvert. The orcs give cries of pain as the chaos magic sweeps over them, obliterating their old memories and rebirthing them in a form more pleasing to Arhra. They are warped into spawn of chaos, in some cases several being fused together to create greater creatures. The remainder of the orcs can't help but quail before the mutant horde that cries out songs to the glory of Chaos. Some of the mutants can even breathe forth pure chaos, corrupting more to Arhra's cause while other spawn more creatures.

Arhra fashions a blade of pure entropy with his magic and he points it towards the monstrous figure of BobII. Glutted with power from Chaos' ascendancy he cries, "Death!" and his steed swoops to the attack.

OOC: Behold the glory that is Chaos, blah, blah, blah.

BobII then gave word for the trolls to come out of hiding. From the other side of a nearby hillside, 100 000 000 trolls charged toward the armies, firing exploding arrows at the Chaos soldiers. Instantly, hundreds were incinerated.

The trolls reached the front lines, and fought twice as hard as the orcs. BobII laughed as he watched the armies of the Calvinballers shatter, one soldier at a time.

Thaumaturge watched the trolls arrive in consternation. His spiders would be of little use against them... he began to fashion a new spell, bringing a thick fog to blanket the field. He then cast a spell of magical vision on himself, each entity on the field lighting up by mage-sight, their lights not dimmed by the fog. BobII was a towering mass of shadow black and blood crimson, with flames raging at his core. Arhra was ever-shifting, never the same for two consecutive moments. Dragonsbane was red-gold, power radiating from the mage, cold blue shock still evident. TD was iron-grey determination, Druid was the shade of eternal rest, laced with purple lines of power. Toastburner was blue-white shocked surprise. The orcs were crimson with hate, while the trolls were flames of mingled animal fury and hate.

Thaumaturge headed through the mist towards the trolls, and when he was close enough, began to cast Meteor, calling tons of burning rock down on the trolls, before perparing to repeat the process, as draining as it would be...

In the midst of the raging battlefield, a rumbling was heard.

This was no ordinary rumble, either. Neither a normal rockslide or even an earthquake could surpass the noise of the fighting warriors of the Calvinballers and the BobII army, from their battle cries to their death cries - not to mention the snazzy special sound effects made by their weapons.

However, this rumbling deafened even that, and soon it came to be evident that this rumbling signaled something big.

And it was something big indeed, for far from the battlefield, a field of volcanos came to existance behind the forces of the armies of BobII - where they couldn't possibly belong.

A field of erupting volcanoes, spewing rocks as large as the mouth of the volcano, and sometimes even larger. Flaming boulders rained down from behind the forces of BobII, and if the armies of the Calvinballers weren't careful, they too got a taste of fire.

Of course, trolls didn't exactly like fire.

Toastburner watched as BobII's army was strenghted by the 100,000,000 trolls.

Time to play the trump card. Toastburner thought to himself. He opened a line of communication to the Respawner ships above.

"I need an orbital bombardment. Patch into FLB 1-2-5 for targeting information. Also, send in the reserves."

Without waiting for a reply, Toastburner took direct control over one of the FLB drones. He flew it high, above the range of the orcs or trolls attacks. Turning on the laser targeting system, he targeted the rear of BobII's army, as to not hit is own comrades in arms.

"Missiles away!" came the reply over the comm.

Long seconds past before streaks appeared in the sky. Three huge volleys of fragmentation missiles sped towards the rear of BobII's army. 50 feet above the ground, the missiles detonated, creating a killing rain of metal and fire. Huge chunks of BobII's army vanished in a bloody haze, sliced to pieces and burned to a crisp.

Following the missiles came a fleet of dropships. Toastburner had transported his army via Death's Sycthe to be able to use the dropships later. The dropships themselves were heavily armed, and rained cannon and missile fire onto the orcs and trolls. Side hatches opened, unleashing hundreds, if not thousands, of FLB drones. As they landed, their bottom hatches opened, unleashing another army of LKBs to reinforce the battered orignals.

Other, new bots were unleashed as well. Leafblower Killer Assault Robots, or LKARs, marched slowly onto the field. Much larger than their brethern, the LKARs resembled BattleMechs more than power armor. The LKARs ignored the orcs, and went straight for the trolls, plasma cannons and missiles roaring.

Toastburner turned. Between the combined armies and the calvinballers who had focused their attention on the battle, there was little else he could do.

Besides, something else demanded attention.

Toastburner walked over to Dragonsbane, his sycthe out read to deflect any attack Jada/BobII would launch.

"So...what do we do now?" Toastburner asked the mage.

The Minirendirs fought valiantly, along with Dragonsbane's own legions of drow cavalry (riding giant lizards...horses don't like caves), but the trolls were too numerous. One by one, the valiant warriors were being slain.

Dragonsbane sighed, then began to chant, the aura of power around him increasing until he glowed like a newborn sun when viewed through Magesight.

Something tiny and black appeared in the midst of the already-battered troll army...then a titanic pulse of power rocked the very earth beneath their feet as it exploded outward, tearing the fabric of space and ripping them apart like tissue paper. Being trolls, the pieces would regrow, and so Dragonsbane cast his second spell.

"Immolate!"

Flame swept across the field, troll corpses catching like dried cedar. Soon, where an army had once stood, there was nothing but fire...

Finally hearing TB's question, the mage turned towards him and answered.

"That."

"While that was good work, I was talking about him." Toastburner said, using the reaper to point at the monsterous form of BobII. "If he has the power that he had before, combined with that of Jadarendir...we're in for it."

Finally, the BobII titan stirred, seemingly now at ease with his new powers. Toastburner tensed, ready to dodge out of the way of an attack. "Look, Dragonsbane, I know Jadarendir was your friend, but we don't have a choice. We have to take BobII down."

Toastburner looked back over at the towering fiend. "If we can even do that...

"Possession plus Necromantic control...hmmm..." Dragonsbane said contemplatively, considering, "We need something to break the necromantic control...like a really powerful cleric, or DotD, then I can cast a spell to ward off the Possession."

An orc charged him, and he whipped his katana across its neck, continuing to consider the problem even as it fell, "Of course, there IS the small matter of keeping Bob from killing us all while DotD and myself cast our spells....think you can distract him?"

While they contemplated how to destroy BobII, they failed to notice that Jadarendir's screams had ceased.

He saw nothing. Not even blackness. A sight seen only by those who are dead. He knew that either they had killed him, or that BobII absorbed all of his power and killed him himself.

Either way, Jadarendir was yet again dead.

But it would be a long time before any of the allies would learn this.

Druid looked to DB and the others.

"I can break the control but it would almost be easier just to kill BobII and revive Jadarendir after. Jad's a demon isn't he? Theoretically once his spirit is free of BobII he should respawn in his home plane and even if he doesn't we could still ressurect him after he's free...."

"Whatever you decide to do, I will help."

Frustrated he turned to the nearest orc and plunged his hand into its chest, ripping its heart out. He looked to BobII.

"This is merely a taste of things to come......