(Moderate response. Richard, it seems, stabilised just as the spell was cast. He wakes.)
"My Gods, you did it!" Medic
"A Rgh... hell, what the heck happened to me? One minute... wait, Kay? Oh what a time to-OW! Burns? A fireball!?" Richard
"Uh... spells were cast, people were hit..." Medic.
"Will someone just tell him seeing as Medic won't spill it?" Johann
"Medic?' Richard
"Don't start." Medic
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.(This time, the burns recede for good, though Richard is left with a nasty patch on the left side of his face... and probably other parts of his body hidden by his armour.)
"Ouch... much better, thank you." Richard
(Richard looks around him and sees his men rushing in to another melee.)
"Oh hell, the battle!"
(Richard jumps to his feet and practically pushes his men back into the fray. The 7th are getting carried away, starting to push through the routers towards the disciplined light-elf infantry... not Roxannes orders.)
"Thanks Brother Kay! HEY YOU BASTARDS GET BACK HERE! THATS NOT OUR ORDERS! HOLD THE 2ND RIDGE! DO NOT ATTACK THE RESERVES!!.... YES I'M ALIVE, YOU THINK SOME LOUSY SPELLS GOING TO..."
edited 28th May '11 5:42:14 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.How would Mongrel have known that?
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.- Interesting. Mongrel, I think you should take a look at this too: someone is disrupting our spells.
Mist formed another visor for the mage.
Well, now he does
Edited in:
Still observing the inner side of the realm, Lamret sent another portal into the air above the remaining enemies forces, hoping to provoke the interrupter and trace him through his new interaction. The portal itself, however, was harmless: it was bound to open to the spot merely several metres higher.
edited 31st May '11 3:04:47 PM by Adannor
{Perfect 6, you lucky bastard. Well about time someone was.)
(Again, another disturbance, this one knocking the portal further away from its original position... closer to the massed pikemen. The intent had obviously been, had the portal any lethality, to redirect the portal towards causing casualties to the soldiers below. Only a slight alteration of the angle of the portals trajectory, but enough to spell destruction had the portal been aimed at ground level.)
(The disturbance was very unusual. It had an origin point, but it was isolated. Nonetheless a picture did begin to emerge. Something, it seems, had been launched out into the ether at the same moment as the portals, some controlled energy, and then released at the right moment. The activator was very remote, a strange spell, just a thin thread of energy, one that was almost indetectable... flowing back up... up towards the clifftops above the field... and right above the Diplomatikers position!!!)
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.((Game Chainsaw: Well, he's an abjurer, messing with magic is abjury and detecting something with magic is his thing. If anything, Mongrel constantly has some form of magic running around him, like that mirror he carries, and would sense its disruption and propably look around on the Ether for other suck disruptions))
- Damn, it's an ambush! Mongrel, inform Mostrue please, I will go for Diplomatiker. - quickly commanded Lamret, at the same time preparing a more stable portal: a tall window of mist formed in the air, mystic runes running along the edge. After a few ripples, the distortions were accounted for and the portal opened to Diplomatiker's position and Lamret passed through it.
- Lady Diplomatiker, we have found some sort of magical ambush over your position. I would advice moving from here.
(As the fighting rages down below, there is the sound of something breaking, like glass, and a strange red and white powder drifts down onto the battlefield, from the cliffs above, stemming from the position Lamret has traced from the clifftop. As it reaches the ground, the air goes deathly still. A cold vacuum rushes over everyone, and a chill goes through the fighting men as some horrible presence seems to be hauled past them. Suddenly a scream of agony, and cries of fear, ring out from amongst the fighters on the 2nd ridge. More soon follow, and, seemingly without cause, several men go down at once, all at different parts of the battlefield, but all where they stand on foes that have fallen… the cause soon becomes apparent.)
"THE DEAD ARE COMING TO LIFE!!!" Richard.
Several fighters go down immediately as the dead spearmen start clawing their way up the tightly packed pikemen, even as they struggle with the remains of their still living compatriots. At this crucial moment, the elvish light infantry charge the 7th, who are caught in a pincer now between the dead archers and the charging elves, and the dead pikemen begin to advance out towards the now hopelessly disrupted human lines, the 4ths formation thrown into chaos and the 7th and 8th engaged in trying to put down the waves of undead. Its too much for the 4th, who peel back towards the back of the ridge, as the 7th manages to bear ranks, ready for the undead rush, who charge at the bludgeon with only a few soldiers, while the rest of the pikewall attempts to split in two and pincer the 7th, though they cannot avoid the full swing of the bludgeons swing. The 2nd, who are in the process of climbing the cliff side, soon have to pull out their axes in anticipation of renewed melee… Richard and the 7th are soon fighting for their lives. Others who have not begun climbing, including Mostrue, are also attacked. Two undead swipe at Mostrues legs, trying to cut the mages legs off at the knees. But the worst is yet to come… the source of the disruption is revealed at last. A lich, armoured in a strange, pale-as-ash suit of armour, holding the remains of a ruined bottle in his gauntleted hand, chucks the remains away, and throws himself down upon the Diplomatikers fighters, seemingly alone… and as the undead does so, he chucks a small, obsidian rock out… which promptly explodes into three magical meteors, which rain down towards the earthen blockades penning in the Azmodanian knights, blowing the barricades to smithereens!
The enemy commander has finally revealed himself! Roxanne can only watch on helplessly as her soldiers are attacked by the enemies who were lying dead a minute ago, her strategy in tatters, and her own life in sure danger as whatever dwells within the caves prepares to emerge. Whatever the liches plan for the Diplomatiker, only ‘’instant’’ intervention or the Diplomatikers own quick thinking can foil it… and something terrible must be about to emerge from the caves.
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.Immediately as the lich threw himself off a cliff, Lamret stretched his hand in his direction and chanted a spell, words flying faster than could be pronounced by mortal mouth, yet remaining audible and clear.
Sedit in pariete, magnum erat cadat. Cunctis regis equis viris regis, eum non potuisse reclusus.
Air flickered as the spell took place, scrambled portals forming in the lich's path.
(The lich glanced down as he fell, seeing the portals through means other than naked eyes.)
(In free-fall and with no means of protecting itself from a magic that literally warps pieces of it to different places, the Lich does the only thing available to it.)
(It squeezes up really, really tightly and tries to aim inbetween the portals.)
The Lich rolled a three, with six being awesome and one being the players chance to get revenge on the GM. I'll give Adannor a chance to decide whether my lich gets shredded or merely has a good part of an arm or leg sliced off. Specifically, I'm thinking of the lich almost making it through the portals, but not quite, getting bits shaved off.
edited 10th Jun '11 1:04:52 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books. Well then, another roll
Let's see...
The lich twisted as he could, but the portals were strewn too thick for him to be able to pass undamaged: the edge took off his right arm and part of the ribcage, only narrowly missing his head.
And now, we wait for the actions of others...
P.S. Did you figure out the line?
edited 10th Jun '11 2:40:05 PM by Adannor
(The Lich throws something out, and it impacts on the Diplomatiker. In a flash, the Diplomatiker and the lich disappear off the field of battle, the legionaires feeling instantly cut off from their leader. She is not dead, but the legionaires no longer feel her presence with them. It is as if she has vanished into another part of the world. Lamret is also thrown back with them. A ghostly echo rumbles through the air.)
"No, servant of a dying empire. You will deal with me, in a place of my choosing."
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.(Music link: Start it at 0:50 seconds!)
(Before the legionaries can respond, a deathly chill goes through everyones bones. A cold breeze starts to emanate from the caves... and distinct shapes begin to be visible in the caves though they do not emerge. A feeling of dread goes through the dead soldiers, but it is nothing compared to the feeling of pure fear that goes through Roxannes guard.)
"Oh Gods, it is them!" Guard
"Steady... everyone begin retreating towards the paladins..."
(Roxanne notes several of her men, among the most disciplined men in her army, already at a full run towards the ridge.)
(Drawing her zweihander) "Cowards! Come on!"
(The bodyguards begin a disciplined, if swift retreat. Roxanne indicates to the Diplomatikers guard to retreat.)
"COME ON! WE HAVE TO LEAVE, RIGHT. NOW!!!
edited 25th Jun '11 11:50:31 AM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.Flickers of mist swirled across the empty spot, but could not find the Diplomatiker's trace: the lich prepared well. And before Lamret could try employing new methods, new dangers had to be dealt with. With no lich around, nothing should be distorting his spells any more, and a new swirling ball of mist streaked towards the caves, opening a short-lived portal aimed inside.
Leading to an Elemental Plane Of Fire.
Roll: 3.
(The Paladins are not badly affected by the fighting, their heavy armour protecting them from the rising dead, but they are becoming surrounded, as light, mostly harmless, but still numerous spearmen get up around them. The pikemen are far worse off.)
"KEEP FORMATION!" Marshall
(As the Bludgeon smashes aside the few remaining spears, the charging mercenaries crash into the lines of the 10th and 4th, spreading out in a triangle formation. The 4th start to lose formation, panicking as the front of their lines is pressed back into the back by the disciplined push of pikes.)
"I can't hold them! We're losing consistency!" Haley
"Damn it Haley, if you break now we're finished! Keep going!" Marshall.
(As the 4th waver, Richard and co are fighting for their lives, along with Margaret, whose 2nd have now joined in the brawl.)
(Caked head to toe in blood, Richard watches a wave of elven mercenaries come swarming towards him, even as he grapples with an undead. Soldiers are now starting to run towards the edge, the 7th beginning to retreat.)
"Is this the end?" Richard
(As Richard delivers the coup de grace, he simply turns towards the line of advancing undead, axe drawn, expecting death. The few surviving 7th who haven't routed band around behind him.)
"Make them pay-" Richard
"WE SHALL!!" Margaret
(Margarets forces, some of them having smashed a way through the remaining undead, charge out through the gaps in the line, smashing into the mercenaries, followed by Richards remaining men. Both sides light forces are now fully engaged.)
(grappling with an elf) "Damn it Margaret, you were supposed to hold back and fire into the centre!" Richard
(Slicing through a leather shield with one axe, striking with the other) "5th will have to handle it now Richard, your men can't stand any more of this!" Margaret
(On the right hand side of the field, Harrow is starting to make progress, the remaining bows giving way.)
(Wincing from the burn wounds) "We've got them! They're giving way!" Harrow
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.^^^Music Link
(Fire rages inside the caves, and for a moment, the figures are obscured in the heat.)
"Did... did he get them?" Roxanne
(He did not. Out of the inferno, with fires dying down into smoke, steel clad warriors, each of them wearing helmets resembling nothing less than a demonic skull, begin to emerge. Out in front is an armoured giant, towering about eight feet tall. Even the shortest towers above the tallest in both bodyguards. To Lamret and the more sensitive undead, the stench of demonic energy is almost overwhelming. Even the humans understand immediately that whatever is behind those masks is not alive in the true sense any more.)
"What... are those..." Bodyguard.
"Its like Fulgrim..." Roxanne
(On the right side of the 2nd ridge, Harrow turns in frustration to see Fulgrim watching the outpouring foes... only to turn pale as she notes her commanders position... and the sheer dread of the visage.)
"...only worse... far, far worse" Fulgrim
"We... we have to..." Harrow
"Finish the mission. The paladins must save them." Fulgrim
(Faced with no sights other than the now isolated guards, the knights of Azmodan charge!)
edited 25th Jun '11 1:41:15 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.

There's something around here, messing with the spells. I don't know what.
-Kay fires off another healing spell.-
But if you don't mind, I'm trying to keep this man alive.