Sunday, September 18, 2005

The Sweeping Wave of Chaos Part 1

The party trudge on in the warm dank humidity of the ancient tunnel pass that wind thru the underground towards the World Edge Mountains. Ogren, Dinishere, Delenir and the Ogre Warband walked on, in search of their remaining party whom seemingly disappear after the fortnite. The Ogre Warlord was displeased with the mistrust the smallfolks had for him. Much had happened after the night had passed. An old adversary and his warband of ogres had stalked the party all the way into the depths of this forsaken desolated place. A grudge that had been breeding for years. The nameless adversary walked forth to challenge Ogren, the champion of many. The duel ended quick, apparently the nameless foolish challenger's experience and training for this combat was insufficient for the fury of Ogren. Shocked And Frightened, the opposing warband dispersed.

The party's fellowship was in an uneasy alliance as suspicion and fear fills the air. The Ogre was indeed too powerful, wielding the Snake's Eye, it is no knowing what the Ogre could do with the Gem. But while they navigate thru the chasms of these forgotten tunnel, little did they know of the observing eyes behinds them.

Lithir and the Arrowmerchants had been pulling all means to search for the one who wield the gem. The mysterious buyer was furious that the Famous Elves of the Arrowmerchant was not able to attained his artifact. Nevertheless, he doubled his offer to the Elves to get him the Gem. The Merchant Guild was reputed to serve their customers without fail, but Lithir was suspicious of the Buyer. Upon arriving at the Dwarf city of Karak Kadrin, his brother was able to aid him in the information of the Gem, it seems that the situation and predicament the guild has got itself into is tight. The credentials from the Buyer is unknown, and the Gem's hstory goes way beyond time and still the curiosity and his determination to get the job done forces him to go on to the trail of the One who took it.

And now, he and his retinue lays low, observing the vile ogre party walking onwards to what seems like an endless tunnel. To his surprise that was not all. More were inside this long forgotten and abandon passageway, for the elves heard the clatter of platemail and armor behind them. Quickly they hid among the shadows, and soon enough, the Imperial soldiers march without noticing the watchful eyes of the elves.

"The gem is worth more than I thought" muttered the Lithir under his breath. Slowly he creeps forward following both the Warband and the Soldiers who seemingly are tracking the Ogre Party too.

Soon the soldiers arrived in an opening, where not surprisingly the Ogre Party was awaiting...
Lithir expectantly knew that the Soldiers were ambushed and decided in an oddward fashion to charge out to meet the enemy to surprise them..



Ogren was more amused than shocked at the sudden charge of the Elves from behind the ambushed Imperial Soldiers. He was definitely outnumbered, but all feared his wrath, and he could definitely take on 100 of them with the help of his loyal gnoblers and Shamans and if trustworthy, the Captain and his Elf Mage Companion could aid him.
Prepared, Ogren led out a Thundering Roar, Causing silence throughout the entire group. All frozed, regarding the Ogre with either fear or disdain.
But thankfully it was in this moment that familiar faces appeared among the crowded mob. Dinishere recognise the men of the Grimmikopf among the Imperial Soldiers and an extra detachment of 150 or so men led by a Squire by the name of Caravon Alastar. The second men to the Late Resepov Alastar.

Before long, the Elves and the Men of the Empire were able to finally sort out the misunderstanding. Seeing it would be better to combine might to find the missing pieces of the prophesy, Lithir forsakes getting the Snake's Eye and delving more into what truly does the Prophesy tell of the Cataclysmic weapon. The Squire takes on the quest to fight in the Light of the Empire alongside Dinishere.

Ogren could not really care less. In the Freezing tundra, his warband proceeded forward toward the Spire of Andome that lurked ahead. His determination to attained Leranorak was unmovable. But as he move step by step towards the dominating Tower, the snow grew heavier upon his feet. And before long, he could barely even move a muscle, immobolised by the enchantment.

Eyes peered out at him and the oncoming numbers of men. It was before long, a figure emerged from the Tower to seek the intent of this unlikely crew of adventurers. The Ancient Elf scrutinised all, questioning their motives, but it was all for show as the Elf did not regard the intent of the adventurers with much interest for His bounden duty to keep trespassers from going in and out of this area towards the World's Edge Mountain. For here lies the Sacred Grounds of the Ancients long before men even inhabited the Area, and when the Elves were in their supremacy, this was a border between the Realm of Chaos and the Elven Realms. Now, it is an abandon land and few venture here to go to the other side of the world.

Lithir and His Brother persuaded the Ancient Elf, while the Ogre was foolish enough to threaten him in order to go through this path. Looking at the whole detachment, The Ancient Elf Mage could sense that they are a reckless suicidal bunch. He pray that Chaos would sent them to their deaths rather than turn them against what they fight for now. The Ancient turned his head, sighing at the fact that the inevitably of death would come to the Second group he has seen in a rather short period of time.

Death awaits everyone here...


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