A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.

[Dragon_of_red]

Evela was out of breath during the entire conversation, his entire body hurt. Every movement he made, even down to breathing, pain shook his entire body. He tried to concentrate on what was happening, but nothing he could do at the moment seemed necessary.

Instead of conversing with the guard, he took the moment to rest, leaning on a nearby object.

 

[Jav3lin]

As the cloth fell from the item it revealed a white box with beautiful golden linings and some decorations in silver.

Upon opening the container revealed itself a small dagger.
The weapon was not an ideal weapon at all, the edges were blunt and the middle of the dagger was cut out forming unstability in any combat. It was kind of like two tiny daggers coming from the hilt and joining together at the end, forming a blunt edge and scratched blades.
The hilt was ragged and wrapped in seemingly white cloth, but it had turned grey and dirty through use.

 

[Cinnonym]

"...I don't understand."

Ellondra removed the shabby old thing from its gilded trappings, showing it to the others.

"How is this meant to help us?"

 

[The Zango]

"Perhaps it is like the last blade given to us by our mad old king?" he asked, studying the blade all the while, mentally weighing it up and looking at how it was balanced, he liked what he saw.

He extended his hand to Ellondra, hoping to get a closer examination of the blade, not to discover its hidden purpose, but to simply appraise it further.

 

[Slycne]

"Your guess is as good as mine. It looks like it would shatter if it struck anything but glass." Vik'nar stared at little oddly shaped knife, equally as perplexed to its purpose.

"Well I doubt its propose will help us over this wall, we still need to find a way in." He looked back at the imposing structure.

 

[Cinnonym]

But even the last dagger she'd received had at least been solid silver, however impractical... Ellondra handed the thing over to Ra'ive and closed the empty box.

"You're right--it makes little difference to our predicament now."

Looking up the steep walls to the top, she nearly caught vertigo.

"...Surely we can't climb..."

 

[Slycne]

Spoiler: GM note

@BigZ225: You're closer examination of the dagger yields the same description as before. Although as you stare at it intently, you can feel, ever so subtlety, your attention being drawn to the space between the two blade as if its negative space is actually sucking you towards it. But just as quickly as it came upon you it disappears, leaving you wondering that maybe your mind was just playing tricks on you set on by exhaustion.

"Not unless you are hiding several lengths of rope under that armor."

Vik'nar shared a small grin with her at his unintended turn of phrase. He was well aware that there was no such rope due to their shared moment in Flemworth.

"Someone remind me to buy some the next time we are in town though." It was a small wonder that none of them did in fact carry any, an oversight that Vik'nar intended to resolve. Turning back to the problem at hand a second time though, he peered out down the southern facing wall and then peeking around and repeating the same to the western.

"Looks solid all the way down both sides, we'd have to circle around to check the other walls and I'd think we had better not walk in front of the main gate. Unless someone has another idea."

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Evela was still puffing from the trip. He looked at the size of large wall before him. "If I had my powers and wasn't this tired I could have made some stairs...". Even talking hurt him, the dagger did not amuse him, he was never into weapons, or even sharp objects.

He hoped they could get over the wall soon, then maybe to a place of rest, or at the least a place were things weren't trying to kill him.

 

[Jav3lin]

From one of the bushes arose a shadowy form and neared the group.
"Fear not adventurers, I have heard your dilemmma and I think I can aid you in it"
The form came from the shadows limping. A staggering dwarf with scruffy clothes matching his bronze un-kept beard that tickled his stomach in length.

"It's unknown to some that there is an entrance to this stronghold on it's north-western corner. The guards at Lemsten knew there was something going on down there for all the dead animals that kept turning up in the area. The mage that has taken hold of Tartungen knows of this path and has sent some lapdogs to barricade the wall. I myself tried breaking into the area there long ago, but I lost my leg in the process and I couldn't continue onward"

The dwarf pointed his left leg forward showing a wooden peg.
"I was a member of a dwarven expedition from Mount Nort who were sent to Tartungen to recover some of the artwork there. It's old and valuable dwarven craft, things that have long ago been lost. If you manage to free Tartungen from it's evil enhabitants, we dwarves will forever be in yout debt!"

The dwarf turned around and started staggering back into the bushes and treeline, revealing a little make-shift camp there.
"If you complete your task, I shall return to Nort and tell all of your tale"

Spoiler: OOC

I'm still camping and there's some very limited internet time. I decided to use my GM intervention tactics to try and salvage a dying moment. I will be back tomorrow probably but we might prolong until Tuesday, Wednesday at the very least. Don't expect any real updates but for now you can atleast move forward with everything

 

[The Zango]

Ra'ive snapped back to reality, having been absorbed in staring at the dagger, or rather, the space inbetween the daggars two blades.

Somthing about that empty area seemed to entrance him, something wouldn't let him look away once he had looked into it. However, when the Dwarf spoke, he was snapped from his momentary trance like state, propelling his conciousness back into the real world.

He looked upon the dagger once more, trying to ascertain whether it was the dagger or his drug-addled, sleep deprived brain playing tricks on him, after all, he'd been known to stare at carts for hours at a time, during particularly 'deep' trips in the past.


He shook his head once more, before sliding the dagger into the back of his belt securely, into one of the sheaths he normally used for throwing knives, with a little effort however, due to the fact that the blades were slightly larger than your average throwing knfie, still, being the resourceful Elf that he was, Ra'ive found a way.

"You say you can get us inside?" he asked sceptically, what a turn of luck it was that this Dwarf had just emerged from the bushes to aid them, it was much to... Convenient.

Spoiler: OoC

Sorry for my lack of activity, I've had a very brain-dead couple of days,however I'm 'back' now and ready to post

 

[Slycne]

Spoiler: GM note

Jav still isn't back 100%, so I am moving this forward and putting the party in a position to act.

With a shrug, Vik'nar lead them along the western wall as was originally the plan before the strange dwarf showed up and just as swiftly disappeared, quite the feat for a short one legged man.

The walls of Tartungen loomed to their right and across the plains and rolling hills they could just make out Lemsten to their left. Eerily as they traveled along the walls length, not a single soul was spotted on the walls battlements, though the noises of hundred maybe even thousands could be heard drilling and shuffling about inside the walls.

The open plains quickly gave way to low shrub land before once again converting but this time into dense forest. Stumps were littered about, where once they had cut the forest back from the walls, but time had outlived those axes and intentions. It was also time and the trees themselves which were providing their entrance. A narrow crack had been driven into the wall from the roots of nearby oak. Once the crack had started, weather and disrepair had done the rest of the job. Wind erosion, the freezing and thawing and refreezing water and finally the continued growth of the trees themselves had rent a cramped tunnel into the wall.

Stranger still were the bodies of a fair number of goblins littered about the forest's floor in front of the entrance. They looked to have been working to guard and barricade it before someone or something had torn them to ribbons.

Pressing on though, squeezing through the tunnel was painfully slow going, those in armor had to strip out of it in order to just barely scrap past. Emerging into the secluded northwest corner, they get their first glimpse of the massive internal area of Tartungen. The most immediately apparent item of note is the massive goblin army camped to their southeast near the great gates. Those that were not mulling about or drilling were climbing about two and fro on the gates itself, working on something, but before anyone has a chance to decipher more. The group finds itself under ambush by three goblins. Guttural snarls emerging from their throats, two jump down from above wield sword and dagger, having waited for the last member to emerge from the tunnel, and the third, armed similarly, can be seen scampering off, headed towards a brass bell hung a couple yards away.

The sounding of the bell will most certainly raise the alarm throughout the rest of the complex.

 

[Jav3lin]

Spoiler: GM Note

I'm back for good now folks and lets keep posting regularly

The three goblins all showed signs of tardiness in their stances but they were eagerly driven to combat through the sheer boredom that had been bestowed upon them for the past months.
The two first goblins made their way toward Evela and Ra'ive where they stood by the crack.

Above them were those nasty looking clouds and signs of lightning in the distance. Rain had been pouring in Tartungen for months now and the ground was all but mud and the whet clothes were heavy and hung on their backs as the shivering feeling of evil magic could be smelled a mile away.

Tartungen had been taken by force. The mage definetly had something to do with it. The goblins were in the hundreds, closing in on a thousand even. And the day wasnt over yet.

 

[Slycne]

The goblins, despite their short stature, were normally faster than humans, but perhaps these three had been lethargic in their duties. Because Vik'nar quickly crossed the distance, cutting off the retreating goblin and forcing him into a melee.

Not fully realizing it until the action was completed, Vik'nar drew the late Landon's longsword and supplemented it with a dagger in his left hand. While he'd never formally trained with such a heavy blade, The principles are largely the same right? Sharp end goes into things you want to make dead. The sever-elf and the goblin briefly exchange blows and parries with neither showing any significant advantage, until Vik'nar feints with the dagger and throws a slash across the goblin where his guard aught to have been.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Evela looks at the goblins, there was not much he could do, he was still weak from what he had been doing. He blinked away the fuzziness around his eyes, then raised his arm, determined that he would help in some way.

He cast one of his lowest level spells, Burning Ember. He reached into the goblins minds, and began to play around, causing them serious pain. 'I hope someone takes advantage of this...' he thought a he kept the spell going.

 

[Jav3lin]

Dark were the skies and chill was the wind as the land was covered in a vail of melace. Across the hill did ride a dread army of the night, cloaked in mist and fog prepared to wreak death and destruction upon the land. The armies of Tai Ogul were met with the Goblin forces as they strode toward Herelden in a massive wave of armed forces.

But just as all seemed lost, in strode the mighty King Heral clad in shimmering metal from head to toe. Wielding a terrible broadsword he did cleave his enemies in two. Smashing their ranks with righteous fury, the armies of Calemdar followed suit.
They were outmatched 4-1, their forces were dwindling and their enemies were next to the third of a thousand. Harpies and witches poisoned the ground and clawed the eyes of their victims out. Orcs wielding massive weapons and wearing deadly plate armor breached their formations. The Satyrs came charging in wielding spears and cut down the cavalry like it was nothing. Scorpids crawled up from the earth and finished anyone and everyone who had fallen to the ground.

King Herald un-sheathed his sword from an orc's chest and looked around. He felt the blood on his face, he heard the screams of his people, the dying of his own soul and around him the terrible battle shouts of the enemy ensured defeat. And then, he noticed both allied and enemy forces moving away from him, creating a circle.

"Herald.... you foolish old RUNT!"

King Herald turned around. Tai Ogul stood there alongsides the white-haired Mage. Tai Ogul's face was tattoo'ed beyond recognizion and he wielded a large and deadly cleaver.
"Tai Ogul..."

"I see that you have failed your kingdom.... where is your goddess now? Where is the MIGHTY Gyia hiding her face now? Yes, she may have created the 'Rift' to keep me out, but that only helped me gather more forces!"

"You may kill me, you may take my head and show it to your army as a form of victory gesture, but I swear you this! Gyia will preserve my soul, renew my spirit, so that one day .... I will return. To end you"

Tai Ogul brought his cleaver to King Herald's neck as he fell to his knees.
"Goodbye.... King"
With a swift movement, King Herald's head went flying off his head. It landed in the dirty mud that had formed under their feet. And just so swiftly, the last King of Calemdar died on the fields of battle.

The white-haired Mage spoke out with a booming voice.
"Hear me! People of Calemdar... your King is DEAD! Lay down your weapons and you will be granted a swift death!!"

The armies of Calemdar knew they had been won. There was no hope for victory. The enemy army was still near a thousand, while the remainder of their army was some-what lacking in the 300 hundreds.

Most of the army fled the scene of battle into the woods, the gates of Herelden swung open and the crowd that had hid in Herelden, believing it safe, fled in terror as Tai Ogul's forces breached the walls and started pillaging.
Flames licked the wood of Herelden's houses and tears stained the faces of the fallen as the skies were breached by lightning and Tai Ogul sat in his new throne, surrounded by the bodies of the senate.
"A new age .... has begun"