The Death Of Vardak

[shiftnative 3103]

The Grand Harvest, 1348

Lightning cracks over Malin's forests as spiders skitter down from the treetops. The dead corpses of those who have passed rose from the vestiges of the land to begin their assault on the city. Then, a wave of Ghasts are then seen nearing the city from afar, their cries echoing through the tranquil forest.

The Elves watch in horror as the animated dead march upon the city. The corpses of the slain stand upright, wielding their rusted blades. They begin their march on the city.

As the Ghasts near, they began spewing balls of fire. The elves atop the walls of Laurelin cry in pain as the intense heat dissipates their diamond armor in a raging flame.

The Elves begin defending their home. Arrows are flung from taught bowmen and skilled swordsman begin striking the dead relentlessly. Lightning still strikes overhead, throwing elves from their trees, forcing the defending factions from forming any ample attacking forces. The battle ravages the city as the people of Malinor fight to no avail.

The lightning must've been seen from the north as many fighters from other nations came to aid the elves' plight. Warriors from foreign nations manage the battle well, felling the many creatures that plague the city. Just as the creature's numbers grow thin, lighting crackled from behind the walls atop the gauntlet. A figure from the Undead was heard as the gauntlet burst into pieces of wood and flames.

The gauntlet was in ruins, buried under a mass of burnt wood. Nearing the gauntlet, four cages were found, each holding a commoner captive from each race. An obsidian obelisk could be seen as well, complete with a portal atop the dark structure. Standing at the doorway to the Nether, was a Robed figure referred to as "Vardak". He began laughing at the crowd rousing their anger. Suddenly, he then beckoned the once High Prince "Native" to come forth.

I quickly entered the gauntlet and stood below the cages. The obelisk loomed overhead on a platform of netherrack, obsidian, and soul sand. I gripped by golden sword tightly as I awaited his word.

Suddenly, Vardak leapt down from the obelisk and cast a bolt of lightning. As he descended, the lightning surged through the dark skies and struck me. The sheer impact and surge of energy threw me into the wall where I slumped onto the ground smoldering. The crowd beckoned the robed figure and called out to me. Vardak turned to the crowd, reveling in his power.

Distracted by the crowd, this gave me enough time to draw my bow string tightly and fire an arrow deep into his back. He grunted in pain and whipped around to look at me as I steadied myself. He lunged at me once more, nearing closer to strike him. Suddenly, an orc leapt from atop the gauntlet and took the blow with his sword. Vardak hissed and cast the orc's body into the gauntlets lava. as the orc escaped.

I began to draw my blade as Vardak's strike was deflected. But just as I unsheathed my sword, a female figure appeared before Vardak.

She was a spirit. She then began to talk, speaking to him in a soft voice.

She told him, "My, my. Vardak, what a mess you've made."

He replied and said that they should leave, and took her by the arm. Realizing the opportunity presented, I then threw myself at the orc. Blade in hand, I drove the blade deep into him. He roared in great pain and collapsed.

The onlookers cheered in victory.

Then, without warning, a spirit arose from Vardak's corpse and stood with the female spirit.

From the crowd, the Warlord of Krugmar revealed himself, carrying with him a totem and began speaking in old orcish in what seemed to be a ritualistic exorcism.

Vardak's spirit then spoke of destruction, warning the onlookers of an explosion. Just as the Warlord finished his chant, the ground began to shake violently and the two spirits dissipated.

The Warlord stood back as I clenched my soulstone tightly and vanished. The ground beneath the gauntlet crumbled and lava poured down into the crater deep into the earth. The cages, no longer supported, collapsed into the maelstrom as well.

I then returned, to help patch up the crater and move the portal.

[gre7 1]

My only wish is that I had arrived there sooner in order to help the defense.

[Phibbup 286]

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Philip~,shiftnative

(( :D ))

[craotor 617]

*Thinks.I need ta get dat skul agh piss on it

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

reads the note smiling after reading the note from the albai

a wuz the orc that lept onto the platform helping da albai, It was a honour helping dat man!

gives a small cute roar and walks away

[Taiga 764]

-The Shepherd looks upon the events. Witnessing the demise of Vardak, he shed not a tear, but a silent mutter of respect to the dead Orc.

He quickly leaves, in fear of undesirable eavesdroppers.

"Good-Bye, comrade...", were the said words, whisked away by the wind.-

[shiftnative 3103]

reads the note confused

a wuz the orc that lept onto the platform helping da albai, but a never died, me lept onto the other platform surviving, wud is dis?

walks away scratching his head

Y-y-your alive!? Thank you kindly for your aid!

*bows his head in favor*

*scribbles out what he wrote and corrects his mistake*

[The Druidic Order 200]

An unnamed Druid looks across at the destruction from the Grand Tree. His head moves from the where the Gantlet once stood to hundreds of burned trees. He descends from the tree with great agility. At the center of the Grove he finds his Brothers and Sister. They all wear dirtied armor. Their faces are grave. "Truly this is now the beginning of the end." "We have know this for some time." Another agrees. "Let us go then. There is much to be done!" They all nod. Two heave a chest over their shoulders as they file through the gates and into the night.

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

((Shift, your spelling is a bit off :P

crater, not creator

[Taiga 764]

[[ Eh... may I do a spell-check runthrough for you...? ]]

[[ Or I'll leave you to your own. ]]

[shiftnative 3103]

[[ Eh... may I do a spell-check runthrough for you...? ]]

[[ Or I'll leave you to your own. ]]

As long as the story isn't changed, I don't mind

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*Lysle Rigger finishes reading the events that took place and begins to talk to himself quietly*

"Oren fell first, Malinor almost this day, while the world wages war upon thy self the Undead creep closer and will steal the souls of those whom be mortal and win the day, in the end.

Tis a sad fate for Aegis. A victory was had today, but defeat dawns on the horizon."

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

The humans did not fall. The fall of a city is not the fall of a race.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

The humans have grown pathetic, Oren was once mighty, now a false King squabbles for Land while the other hides in the East.

Oren is divided by fools and jesters.

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

Though you are wrong, I do not feel the need to squabble with you.

((I'm trying my best to turn Galahar around, but it is hard when you're only the ranger commander and have no say on the council...))