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Post by Jupi on Aug 16, 2007 11:32:28 GMT -5
"Usually," Kimmimaro shouted over the clash of metal as he cut a night elf clean in half, "you blow a horn to show you are charging. But, if you want to play unfairly when you completely outnumber us, fine with me!"
He was hit hard on his stomach by a club-like weapon, but the bones merely shook a little, no more. He laughed, then cut in half the blood elf who had summoned the weapon.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 11:34:12 GMT -5
The Blood Elves, Orcs, and men swept across the plains, but this time, of a differant battlefield. "Fire!" screamed Arran, and a hail of arrows flew across the plains. Arran Fable, captain of Karajan, renotched his arrow, and again giving the command, watched as waves of the Black Knight's soldiers fell. The Black Knight was the nickname given to the lone dragon rider commanding the forces; his true indentity yet to be discovered. "Fire at Will!" screamed Arran to his archer company, over the drone of feet, whistling of arrows, and vibrating booms from the wardrums. Faintly, Arran could hear Karajan's bells ringing, ringing, ringing. Arran notched another arrow and loosed it, even as he turned to check the next section of the wall.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 11:35:12 GMT -5
((Hey Jup. I gtg, still have homework...I'll post once more though.))
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Post by Jupi on Aug 16, 2007 11:36:41 GMT -5
(( Alright. ))
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 11:38:05 GMT -5
"Strange...a human?" thought Orrion. He watched as a mace glanced off the mans bare skin. "And magical. I must deal with that immediately." Orrion dropped his invisibility and drew his greatsword. His red aura flashed around his before giving off his normal appearance again, and he readied a blast of magic in case he needed it, before he jumped, landed feet away from this strange man.
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Post by Jupi on Aug 16, 2007 11:42:25 GMT -5
Kimmimaro eyed his new oppenent. He pulled his chokuto out of an orc he had just killed, and moved into a ready stance. "I'm guessing you're the supposed man responsible for this. Whether or not, I'll make sure this blade kills you."
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 12:35:47 GMT -5
"Whatever you say, human," Orrion said, and with a flick of his hand and a mutter, "Kallr'tok Atkoa," a dozen swords, knives, and other forms of blades rose and flew at the man.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 12:52:09 GMT -5
The Balcalli Plains. In the Magical Language, it meant 'The Black Plains'. From the sky, as Vraz was at the moment, Vraz couldn't agree more. The plains were covered in bodies of orcs, men, elves, and trolls, giving the area a black appearance. Vraz's dragon dropped out of the sky, and landed gracefully back at the camp. One of Vraz's generals -- a human by the name of Chrii Thasloi -- was waiting. "Report from Wooloni, sir," he said, "It appears that the Wood Elves are abondoning Wooloni and retreating here." "Interesting. Most Interesting."
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on Aug 16, 2007 18:55:20 GMT -5
Huor quickly released another arrow into an oncomming orc. The sun had begun to set and it was almost nightfall. 'We are going to need the gods themselves for us to win this battle.' he thought, releasing another arrow but this time into a blood elf. He looked to his right and saw Kimmimaro about to cross blades with the Blood Elf commander. Huor quickly nocked an arrow and then thought, 'From what I've heard, his people hold honor and tradition in high reguard. This is his battle to fight.' Huor then loosed the arrow at an orc's head that was sneaking up behind Kimmimaro.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 16, 2007 19:27:38 GMT -5
((Orrion is a Blood Elf. I edited it for you . ))
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