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VORLADUNG VOR GERICHT SUMMONS TO COURT Issued by the Großfürst of Minitz in the year of our Lord 1963 Men and women of Minitz making their way towards Kanunsberg Castle https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0NWv5BjDs SÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON MINITZ, Hear ye, O kin and loyal subjects of mine, these words that flow forth from Kanunsberg; Hark, as the tumultuous tides of war ebb away and our brethren in Haense are unbound from their solemn oaths, it behooves me to convene the Reinmaren to court. Let all Reinmaren gather forthwith to pay homage to the valorous deeds of our kin and the grandeur of our great tribe. We shall convene in the precincts of Kanunsberg Castle, as has been the custom of my forefathers and Princes past. Amidst the hallowed halls, we shall recount the triumphs of our warriors and all Reinmaren peoples. Furthermore, let it be known that doubts regarding the success of our campaign against the Franks shall be dispelled, and the good state of our banners declared for all to heed. I shall elevate two Reinmaren to the rank of Geehrte, and confer Knighthood onto another. Additionally, a title shall be entrusted to my stewardship, a testament to the unwavering trust placed upon my shoulders. In the august presence of myself and my esteemed consort, the Grand Princess, both Reinmaren and foreigner alike shall be granted audience to proffer their petitions. Let all who hear these words take heed and make haste to the appointed hour, for it is by the strength of our unity that we shall prevail. So it is decreed. The following individuals are summoned: THE ROYALTY AND NOBILITY OF AAUN. His Royal Majesty, John Alexander, King of Aaun and his royal pedigree. His Highness, Johannes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marchioness of Haute-Epine and her esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert Haverlock, Count of Talentine and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Henri de Lewes, Baron of Virdain and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav and his esteemed pedigree. THE PEOPLE OF MINITZ AND REINMAR. Her Serene Highness, Helena of Formindon, Grand Princess-Mother of Minitz. His Princely Grace, Alfred Barclay, Prince of Sutica and Duke of Reinmar. His Grace, Gottfried Barclay, Duke of Kanunsberg and his esteemed pedigree. His Lordship, Robert von Stroheim, Baron of Langenkirch and his esteemed pedigree. Her Ladyship, Frederica Barclay, Baroness of Sigradz. Her Ladyship, Alice Barclay, Baroness of Brandthof, and her esteemed pedigree. THE WALDENIC DIET. PERSONAL INVITATIONS. Her Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, Queen of Numendil. Ser Wulfram Rademacher von Hexenwald. Lady Olenna Rademacher. Ser Malcolm MacKenna. Ser Hodrick Morne. Ser Galadain. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Barclay, Großfürst von Minitz, GMSTSR, Count of Neu Brandthof, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Hussen and Boriënwald, Lord of Durres, Chieftain of the Minitz Reinmaren, and Warden of the Franklands

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The Krahengarde “Vitayu Verona!” And from out of the snow was established the Krahengarde, elite soldiers of the Duchy of Haense, loyal to Duke Karl Barbanov III, under command of Marshal Tarcell Othaman and Hussar Roric Snobjorn, the Crow Guard. Being the First Company of the Golden Crow, soldiers in the Brotherhood of the Golden Crow who wish to fight in close quarters or infantry combat are members of the Krahengarde, a company of soldiers stationed in Siegrad who fight for the Golden Crow and the lands of the north. Composed of hardy northerners, the Krahengarde protect the citizens of the north and march into battle under the banner of the Crow in times of war. To be a Crow Guard is to be strong, to be loyal, to be dedicated, and to be brave. Think you got what it takes? RANKS OF COMMAND ~Hussar~ Veterans of the Golden Crow, the Hussar is the leader of the Krahengarde. He has proven his worth both in the field and out, and takes command of the infantry in times of war. He is granted special quarters, as well as the proper arms and armor to fit the position. Considered an officer in the military, any under his rank are to call him “Ser.” ~CURRENT HUSSAR OF THE KRAHENGARDE~ Ser Roric Snobjorn ~Esquire~ The Hussar’s second-in-command, the Esquire carries a good amount of power within the Crow. He is charged with the helping of prepping soldiers for battle and takes command when the Hussar is not present. Being an Esquire means you are intelligent and strong, and ready to carry out any orders given. While he commonly dines with the enlisted of the Crow Guard, he may take seat with the Hussar and further ranked soldiers at feasts, and dinners. The Esquire also carries the Hussar’s banner, an honor that is never squandered. ~CURRENT ESQUIRE OF THE KRAHENGARDE~ Robert Mallister RANKS OF FOOT ~Serjeant~ Grizzled and hardened soldiers of the Crow, Serjeants have proven themselves capable countless times. Serjeant is considered the first stage of leadership within the Crow, and it is known that they commonly deal the final blow in hunts, or battles. Serjeants wield the more lethal weapons given to soldiers, such as warhammers, maces, or even flails. ~Huscarl~ The first rank an Initiate may receive, Huscarls are the backbone of the Krahengarde. They have been trained in the usage of weapons, taught in the ways of the Creator, and shown loyalty to the Crow and Duke enough to prove themselves Huscarl. ~Initiate~ Initiates are the fresh blood of the Krahengarde, the ones who truly allow the Crow to prosper and live on. Boys and young men from all across the Heartlands and Highlands are called to answer to the Crow and take up arms within the force to be trained, tempered, and groomed, to become the next line of the Crow’s mass. Initiates are given basic armor and weaponry, and must show their worth to be promoted and accepted as a full fledged member of the Krahengarde. REWARDS OF SERVICE ~Payment~ Soldiers of the Krahengarde are payed 150 minas each week, while Initiates receive 100, assuming they are actively around and participating in the trainings and events that go on around the Crow. ~Weapons and Supplies~ A set of chainmail armor and an iron sword are bestowed upon the joining of the Crow, and food and drink are also given to the soldiers of the military. JOINING THE KRAHENGARDE OOC MC Name: Skype (Required): Do you have TS? If not, are you willing to get one? IC - Answer in Roleplay [!] An old man, wearing the standard of the Golden Crow, looks upon you with dull eyes. Tapping the paper with the end of his quill,, he asked: “Vhat’s yer name, lad?”: “Mmm, I see, vhat city do ya hail from?”: Coughing loudly, he inquires, “Have ya any experience fighting?”: “Vhy do ya vish to join tha’ Krahengarde?”: “Vhat be yer profession?”: “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]

Basic Information Nicknames: The Dark One (Called by red eye members.), Sinner (Called by fellow underlings. Day (Called by friends and family.) Age: 46 Gender: Male Race: high elf Status: No longer a powerful mage, sad, angry. Description Height: 6’7 Weight: 150 lbs Body Type: Not too muscular but very tall. Eyes: Cyan Hair: Light grey Skin: Light tan Markings/Tattoos: The brand of the red eye (Located on back.) Large scar on chest, odd writing all over left hand. Health: Very healthy physically but seems to be on the mental breaking point sanity-wise. Personality: Has very short conversations, very talkative, is not afraid of almost anything, very creepy, seems to want to “Control other-worldy creatures.” Inventory: Has a pouch full of strangely marked runes and necklaces as well as multiple daggers and even a small golden ring with the red-eye symbol in it. Further Details: Always wears a cyan robe that when taking off is for short moments, he seems to travel endlessly, he also does not seem to like unintelligente people. Life Style Alignment: Lawful Evil Deity: “The Unknown Watcher”, (Read bio) Religion: Cultist? Alliance/Nation/Home: Alliance red-eyes (Read bio) Home: None. Job/Class: Mage of the arcane and dark arts. Title(s): The cultist, Unholy Elf, Crazed Wanderer Profession(s): Enchanter, alchemist. Special Skill(s): Very quick and agile, good with “Magic”, intelligent, and very very witty. Flaw(s): Not strong, can come off as creepy, some may try to attack due to robes. Weaponry Fighting Style: Stay back and let others do the work, be quick to attack, aim for weak spots. Trained Weapon: Dagger, bow, fists. Favored Weapon: Dagger. Archery: Bow? Biography Parents: Mother: Evylen Epistach, Father: Apoch Epistach. Siblings: None Children:None Extended Family: Grandfather: Latrin Mayark Pet(s): None History (bio): Chapter one: The Underlings I was born in 1462 in a small underground sanctuary near Oren. Not much is known of this sanctuary except that it is long gone and forgotten by many. The High Elves that inhabited it were known as “Underlings” They were far from a different race or sub-race, but they were still… different. They spoke a different language, talked a different way, and had different beliefs. They believed that there was no creator, instead that one known as “The Unknown Watcher” created all life and would destroy it if it was forgotten. The Underlings had a temple in his honor where they would sacrifice all sorts of animals and would shed the blood of the un-pure in his honor. When I was born I was raised by my grandfather as my parents were the watchers of the temple and stayed there day and night. When I was only 6 I had to kill a lamb for The Unknown Watcher in order to purify my “Life Force”, I did this with the help of my grandfather he pushed the knife while I held it and it plunged into the lamb’s heart. When I was 8 I was taught how to use a dagger against long swords and battle axes and learned quickly how to properly fight. I was very efficient with a dagger at the age of 12. On my 13th birthday I stole a lamb from the temple in order to use its pelt as a sheath for my dagger. I was caught and was branded a sinner. My mother died in my place in order to pay for the lost lamb. My mother died two days after my birthday I was the one who sacrificed her for purification. I got the nickname Day by one of my trainers and it stuck like resin from the finest maple tree. When I turned 14 I was allowed to serve the Unknown Watcher in order to pay for my sins when I was 13. My grandfather left our sanctuary on my 14th birthday in search of something better. I was alone at this point and only lived to serve The Unknown Watcher. One day when returning home from the temple I saw a man selling odd runes. They were brownish in color and had inscriptions that meant different things. I took one that meant sinners from him and wore it on my neck. At the age of 15 I got my own house in the sanctuary and was able to live how I wanted to. I became an enchanter of weapons and brewer of potions. One day I approached my father and asked him “W’ere Lavis nuukra dav’is nat’ri.” Roughly translated to “What will the unknown watcher (nuukra) do to me. I was terrified he would incinerate my life force. My father responded. “Nuukra Lavis day’is nat’ru reka. Nat’ru katrus pret’e.” Meaning “The unknown watcher will do nothing to you. You have been purified.” I took these words from him and cherished them thanking him for answering kindly, even if it was a lie. On my 17th birthday a book was found near the entrance to the sanctuary. It was said to be a guide to different languages. With it many of the Underlings learned different languages. We translated many words M’ta :Mother F’ta: father Me’r: Brother etc. we were at the peak of our days and then the attack happened. Chapter two: The Raid On Sanctuary It was on my 18th birthday that the creatures attacked. They were large, green brutes who only cared about slaughter. They claimed we were stealing their land and demanded we be killed because of it. There were 157 of them in total but only 124 of us. We made traps in our houses and bunkered in the children. We had 72 warriors and the rest hid in trapped houses. The brutes ran at us and we easily took out the first wave of 12 with nothing but arcane spells. The next wave was smarter and had shamans protecting them from the spells. We met them with arrows and blades as a fury of blood and gore came. We fought for a day until we were forced to retreat to the temple. The leader of the brutes, Gar’Zuruk, walked into the temple wielding a war hammer made from the finest metal. When he entered I was so angered I immediately charged him. My dagger met his axe and I caught it in the curve and disarmed him. I told him “L’sa kra.” Meaning, “Leave, now.” I’m not sure if he did not understand or just did not care, because he swung at me with his fist. I easily dodged it and dug my dagger into chest. I watched crimson red flow from his chest like water and his last words had something to with an angry Chieftain. I and my fellow Underlings rebuilt what was damaged and killed the remaining brutes. It took two full years to rebuild and at this point I was 19. I was announced the secondary leader after our true leader, Natray. Natray was a very quiet high elf who could fire an arcane fireball seemingly hotter than the sun itself. We all respected and feared him. He was a great leader but was caught with a strange disease when he turned 257. We all feared his death and did not want to lose him. We sent our best men to the surface in search of a cure, but to no avail. Two months later Natray died. We burned his body in the temple in honor of Nuukra’s greatest servent, Natray. We built traps to keep out any more invaders but without Natray we felt unsafe and unsure of what would come. My 20th year living in the sanctuary was the worst. We had 22 men die on an unknown disease and we had to block off a section of the sanctuary. At the end of the year we had 422 people living in the sanctuary and the numbers were rising fast. It was almost my 21st birthday when they attacked again. The brutes came again except this time there were too many to even count. We estimated at least 600 and they outnumbered us too much. We evacuated as many people as possible and rigged the sanctuary to blow and cave in when the brutes got too far in. I left the cave with 259 other Underlings when the cavern blew. We saw the cave in and lost 23 of the evacuated and countless still in the sanctuary. We killed over 300 of the brutes and were safe from them for now. We were confused and decided to use the language the “Normal” High elves used. We got a few words wrong but were pretty fluent. We traveled away from Oren for 7 months before settling down. I was 22 and there were only 79 Underlings with me. The others had died or moved into cities for a more simple life but we had a mission, to serve Nuuka. Chapter Three: The Rebirth We spent two whole years making a mighty fortress capable of withstanding a lot of brute force. We named the fortress D’le, meaning rebirth. I was 24 at the fortress’s finishing point and was very proud of what we had created. We made a library to hold books and study spells four alchemy labs, 2 housing districts, 2 kitchens, 5 farming areas, 1 armory, and eight supply rooms. There was much more but going into detail would take a massive amount of time. We set up 7 guard towers each armed with a large mana pool and a massive cross bolt weapon. We did not want to be harassed again. We decided we needed to really needed protection and even had a large magic shield generator in the center of the fortress. We made allies with many neighboring cities by offering knowledge, food, or general supplies. We formed an alliance with two major cities, Epirich, and Nalice. We formed a large army together were called the Trio of Death as we were all powerful and very intelligent. We went to war with many of the “Brutes” that had raided our sanctuary. We called them Lusee, translating to ruthless killers. We destroyed 4 of their fortresses and killed 5 Chieftains. We showed them no mercy as they had done to us. We would not stop killing them until they were all killed. It was 4 months after my 24th birthday when the Lusee attacked us. They arrived in the middle of the night and killed off 27 of our finest soldiers before an alarm was raised. I woke to the sound of catapults, slashing, and screaming. I quickly grabbed an iron dagger, light armor, and a small pouch of deadly potions. I ran through the corridors attempting to reach one of the towers when I ran into a group of ten Lusee. I threw an acidic potion at them, burning their flesh off their skin. Two were not killed charged at me. I had no choice but to run and fled to the nearest tower. Upon arrival to the tower I locked the door that led to it and mounted the cross bolt weapon. It took two minutes to load the bolt and about one minute to aim and fire. I did this for over an hour shooting the Lusee with the weapon. I ran out of bolts eventually and began using arcane fire balls. After 3 hours the fighting ceased. The Lusee retreated, sure to return. They were deadly and desperate and didn’t seem to be afraid of much. We re- fortified and awaited their deadly return. It wasn’t until two months after the attack that anything happened. One of our scouts returned on his horse, but he was dead. There was a note stabbed threw him with a broad sword saying if we did not give in to the Lusee we would be destroyed. We didn’t understand. Did they not accept defeat? Would they all have to become extinct before they face the facts? We did not know but we were ready for anything. A spy of ours was able to infiltrate the Lusee and find out where they were hiding. He came to us saying they hid in the mountain range not far from our fortress. We recruited an army of dwarves, elves, and kha alike to defeat them. Chapter Four: The Payment of the Lusee We gathered an army of over 500 men and women. We were not afraid of this battle since we had the advantage in every way. We had catapults, trebuchets, and even a few carriages filled with crossbows and arrows. We arrived at the mountain range at which they had been hiding in and released unholy hell on them in the form of 22 catapult shots. The Lusee attacked back in surprising force destroyed 16 of the catapults with their own weapons. We advanced in waves of about 50 men each. The first two waves were slaughtered at the gates but the others busted through. I got into a fight with a Lusee near the gate. He swung at me with his large battle-axe missing by only a couple of inches. I threw one of my daggers into his leg which caused him to fall. I went to kick him in the jaw but he reached out and grabbed my leg. He threw me at the ground and pulled out a large great sword. The wind was knocked out of me which gave him a chance to swing at my back. I was able to roll a little but I heard the tear of clothes and felt the rush of blood on my back. I turned around and cast a fireball into his face causing him to grab his face as his flesh seared with heat. I got up slowly and pulled out a potion of acid and broke it over his head, melting his skull. I limped my way into the city walls and found a healing group. They temporary took the pain out of my back and stopped the bleeding but a scar would be left for the rest of my life. I ran into the main castle halls finding a wounded Lusee crouched over a throne trying to remove a spear from his back. “Do not kill me.” He roared in a non-intelligent fashion saying many works incorrectly. “You have harmed us long enough!” I shouted pulling an axe off of a stand. “Now I will end you for your crimes. A payment to Nuuka to cleanse you, Lusee.” I brought the ace down on his next multiple times severing his head from his shoulders. I stood in a large pool of Lusee blood and couldn’t help laughing. I was certain Nuuka was above watching me fight these dirty beasts. I felt sad though. They had taken my family, my brothers and sisters, but here I lay have defeated them from this land. If you have not heard of this story it is because this all happened hundreds of miles from Oren and such. We executed the survivors and dined on their meats and ale. We had a fine celebration and I got some much needed female action that night. We were all warriors. And although our legacy would not be known by many, it was known by us. The army departed and left back to their respective cities. We returned to D’le and we returned as heroes. We would no longer be harassed by the Lusee. Chapter Five: The red-eyes After the battle with the Lusee we returned to D’le to find it in ruins. It was completely destroyed and there a small note from the Lusee saying, “Uruk want the one known as Drayden.” I and the 7 men who survived the battle were shocked. We searched for survivors but there were none. We grieved but only for a few minutes. We took what we could and went to a small inn for the night. When we arrived at the inn we were cheered on as they had heard of our victory, but when we told them what happened to D’le they immediately changed their moods. We decided to go into hiding to avoid the Lusee. We could not defeat them while we were weak like this. One day my best man, Rayle, stumbled upon a strange book. It talked of binding other-worldly creatures to objects in this realm. He showed it to me and the other men and we began to learn from it. We realized doing this would be against Nuuka’s will. TO learn a dark magic would be to sin. So we decided to use the symbol for sinning as our insignia for the cult we created. We called ourselves the red-eyes. We would perform dark arts constantly to improve our skill and learn new tricks. We began to build a large castle far from our last location. It wasn’t as mighty as the fortress but was home. We brought in people of many races and slowly expanded to be known as a kingdom called Kyrun. No one knew it was run by a cult that preformed dark arts on their own citizens. Our first major trick was to bind someone’s life force to an object. We killed a poor farmer and linked his life force to a book. Words would appear on the paper as he tried to speak. Oh! It was magnificent! We had learned spells that could change the timed of war. I was known as the leader of the red-eyes and all other members called me D’rak, or, The Dark Lord. We became a large kingdom and slowly plotted against the Lusee. Slowly two members of the red-eyes “Aldon and Markil”, began to work alone from the others with their magic I suspected treachery and decided to spy on them. Chapter Six: The Traitors I followed Aldon and Markil to the alchemy room where I found them creating weapons of mass destruction, against me and the other red-eyes. I did not approach them there as I wanted to discuss it with the other red-eyes. Rayle, Adam, Nevil, Mercun, Letrin, and I all sat down at a banquet and discussed the treachery. We all decided they must be killed in the name of the red-eyes, and in the name of Nuuka. At first we did not know how we would kill them, but then it came to us, we would wait until they are in the alchemy lab again and release a beast in there. At midnight Aldon and Markil went into the alchemy lab setting off a trap that summoned 4 blazes. The two ducked under a stone table and devised a plan. We did not expect them to survive so we waited outside the door until we could no longer hear the blazes firing. We stepped in and saw the two huddled in a corner firing waves of water at the creatures as they attempted to attack them. At that point it became a battle of the arcane mages. I grabbed Rayle and threw him behind a stone cupboard and started throwing arcane fire at Aldon. I hit him in the chest and he flew back into the wall being rendered unconscious. I then turned towards Markil but instead of seeing him I saw a fireball flying towards my face. I woke up lying in a pool of blood. Rayle was dead as was Adam and Letrin. I stood up slowly using a table as support. I saw Nevil and Mercun trying to open the door that was sealed shut. “ D’rak!” Mercun yelled running towards me. We embraced and I saw a large cut on Nevil’s forehead. “He has been hurt?” I asked looking back at Mercun. “Aldon took Markil and they both ran through the door. Nevil was hit with a dagger Markil threw and when we tried to escape the door was sealed shut.” We tried all sorts of spells until Nevil spoke up. “I can use my life force to destroy it.” He said as blood rushed from his head. I yelled at him for the idea but eventually he convinced me it was the only way. He said his goodbyes and activated his life force causing the door to implode. Mercun and I escaped and we planned to make the traitors pay. Chapter Seven: The Dread. We were told by some citizens that the traitors had fled the city and were nowhere to be found. We knew they would return. It was on my 40th birthday that they returned. Mercun and I had created robes that matched our eye colors and that we wore with pride. The citizens all wore clothes to match their race. We still stole a few to test on every now and then. At midnight we heard the guards yelling. Mercun and I both arrived at the north tower where we could see two cloaked figures with 16 horses pulling the biggest catapult I have ever seen. Oddly enough the catapult was filled with armor pieces, dwarven, elven, orcish, and even some unrecognizable armor. They carted towards the castle then removed their cloaks and we saw Aldon and Markil. “Hello Day!” They yelled in cheerful voices and in unison. “Hello traitors of the red-eyes, and traitors of the great Nuuka.” I yelled at them. “We wish to give you this armor!” Markil yelled pointing at the catapult. “Ready Aldon!” He said looking at his friend. “As I’ll ever be!” Aldon replied cheerfully. Markil fired an arcane fireball at the catapult tension rope making the catapult fire the armor. “Get down!” I yelled hiding under the barracks. The armor broke a few pillars and beams, shattered a few windows, and scared some people, but no one was hurt. I went to yell at them but they had began to run. I then turned towards the city itself and could not believe my eyes. The armor was forming together as though controlled by ghosts. “DREAD KNIGHTS!” Mercun yelled already throwing fire bolts at them. I ran out of the barracks and towards the castle where most of the armor pieces had landed. When I got there what I saw was a massacre. The Dread Knights tore through citizens and soldiers as though they were nothing. I fought a few but altogether there were way too many. I fled with Mercun and as many soldiers as possible. We left the city in search of the traitors. Chapter Eight: The Lusee and Their wrath. Mercun, Epich, Tuns, and I were all headed to an inn when we saw them, Lusee hanging up banners with the Underling symbol for sinner. The symbol for the red-eyes. We hid behind a wall and waited for them to leave. The banner looked good, but it had lettering under it saying, “Reward for all Underling found.” The banner almost seemed to drain the wall behind it of color. We ripped it down and followed the Lusee. We arrived at a small outpost for Lusee and decided to attempt to raid it. We thought there was only the one Lusee, but when we entered we were surrounded by them. The pulled out axes and hammers alike and one stood up and said, “You are Underling? Well our chieftain would love to see you.” We were unarmed and had no choice but to go to the chieftain. The chieftain was a more brown then green and stood just over 7 feet. He towered above us and laughed as he saw us. “This is what you bring me?” He said in a roar, “Well then, I will kill one and strip the others of all minas, weapons, and armor.” The chieftain rolled a dice each one of us being a number, I had three numbers. He rolled a two and furrowed his brow. “Well the leader of red-eye does not today! But he does!” He said pointing at Tuns. “No, NO!” He yelled as the chieftain grabbed him. The Lusee grabbed him and then slit his throat with my dagger. We all screamed and the Lusee laughed. We were escorted out and stripped of everything except for our clothes (robes in mine and Mercuns case) and left in the rain. Chapter nine: The mages mountain. Mercun, Epich, and I all searched for any signs of the traitors. Until one lucky day we found a fortune teller. I was now 45 and was much more muscular then before. The fortune teller told of a mountain where two dark mages were hiding themselves far away from anyone else. We asked her where the mountain was but she said she wouldn’t tell. I then freaked out and smashed her head into a table until she was dead. All I cared about was getting the traitors to the red-eyes. We searched for 6 months until we found a mountain where many odd things were reported to have come from there. We packed up and got ready. We spent one last night in an inn, knowing the journey would be long and hard. We packed plenty of potions, arrows, and food items. We left in the S’kru and arrived at a town near the mountain in W’kru. The townspeople were nice but were all terrified of the mountain. They gave us a potion that would stop the winds from blowing us of the mountain and we trained for 2 more months. It was the night before we planned to climb the mountain and Mercun and I talked as Epich slept. We awoke bright and early to climb the mountain and began the treacherous journey before the sun was even up. We used torches and spells to see and a blizzard quickly swept over us. We lost track of one another and both Mercun and I met up in a cave. We waited in there for 3 hours. When Epich did not show up… we expected the worst. We began our trip up more and it took two hours to reach the top. We searched for an entrance to a cave and found a very large one. We watched two men enter it and knew we were in the right place. Chapter Ten: The Mages Battle We waited outside of the cave for an hour before heading in. “You are being paranoid! Come on Markil you know the crazy women just died on her own.” Aldon yelled to Markil. “That girl new our location and now she’s dead! Of course I’m paranoid.” Markil yelled back. “She’s been dead for years!” Aldon yelled sitting on a small stool. The cave was filled with alchemy items, runes, and odd gems. Mercun and I both snuck behind Markil who was sitting on a woolen bed. He turned around as we were going to grab him and shot a fireball at us. Mercun and I both rolled to the side dodging the arcane flame. “Aldon I told you dammnit!” He yelled at Aldon. I shot a fire ball at Markil and it struck him directly in the head burning a hole threw his skull. Aldon ran at me and right as I threw a fire ball at him he disappeared. I turned to Mercun and he was also looking around for the mage. He reappeared next to me and shot a blast of wind at me causing me to hit the wall. Mercun and Aldon began to fight hand to hand and in the middle of the fight Mercun slipped on Markil’s blood giving Aldon a chance to fire a fire ball through his chest. “NO!” I yelled running at Aldon. As I ran at him he grabbed my wrist and I froze. “This is my final will!” He yelled as an icy chill swept over my left hand. Slowly he began to fade and lettering began to appear on my left hand. “Doing this… Will make you forget all of the spells you know now!” He yelled as he dissolved quickly. Everything went black and I woke up in the sky temple… with a cyan cloak and robe covering me forgetting all of the spells I once knew. Pictures! (I made a lot more but I have to edit them.) “The banner made the wall look almost colorless…”

So, this is my idea on how we can end Anthos when the time comes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A huge snowstorm begins blanketing the land, originating from the North. Walking within the blinding white ocean of snow, the Black Scourge moves unseen. The cities of Anthos begin to fall, the soldiers freezing solid at their posts, as the flames of the torches go out. As the nations fall one by one, all the races of Anthos join together, preparing their last stand at the southern most docks. Those unable to fight board the ships and hide, while the rest stand to protect the ships. However, before they all get on board the ships, the vicious storm reaches them. The air begins to chill, the fog from their breath floats in front of their faces, and the chilling flakes of white begin to touch down around them. Soon the brave soldiers that stand ready to give their lives can't see but a few small feet in front of them... and the first attack is not seen coming. A blast of magic flies into the ranks, exploding with a bright blue flash and killing those closest to it. The order is called, and the archers let loose their arrows into the blinding white ahead. Screeches are heard, and within seconds, the vicious Black Scourge charge the soldiers, along with many cultists, and the battle begins. As the battle continues, the water around the ships begins to freeze, and the Captains know they must set sail, or they'll be trapped here. The sails are dropped and those fighting begin to fall back to the ships, getting on board as the archers cover them. The many ships begin to sail away, and those left on the docks fight until their last breath. Shots of magic fly towards the ships, exploding upon the hulls. Soon though, the survivors of Anthos reach the open ocean, when they embark upon their most treacherous voyage yet... However, as the ships reach the horizon, Setherin hears the breathing of a survivor laying bloodied on the beach. He sends Vak'thuul over to end his worthless life, but just as he reaches him, the brave soul pulls out a sphere of blinding light. Unknown to Setherin and the Black Scourge, the ball of light is the Krughattan project, and the one holding it is Dr. Sylbert Draystein, inventor of the device. With his last ounce of power, he activates it, and the explosion destroys Setherin, the Black Scourge, and the entirety of Anthos. From the ships, a blinding white light is seen, and soon after the shock wave hits, sending those on board flying forward. They quickly recover, and all scramble to look over the railing and back to Anthos... But nothing... nothing is left of either the Black Scourge or their former home... and the sailor in the crows nest of one of the ships turns to look to the horizon ahead, and blows on the warning horn. There is a strong current in the water pulling them forward, getting faster and faster. The man in the crows nest pulls out his telescope, and looks on in horror... The ships are flowing towards the edge... the edge of this realm. The people on board scramble to find their loved ones, and the crews desperately try to tie everything down, and turn the ships around, but to no avail. Within moments, every last ship drops over the edge, and into the void...