Rumour stands on the tallest rooftop in town, a dark hunched shape, crouched beside the steeple. The building happens to be a church, but the creature resting atop it does not look to belong anywhere near one. Her shape is her True Shape this time, with eyes shaped like a cat's, but black as jet, and her skin leathery and scarred. Her pigmentation is dark as night, and her nails have turned to lethal claws. She stands quiet, her legs shaped like that of some hunched cat or wolf, bent and curved to their shape, and no longer even remotely human........

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

[font=Papyrus, sans-serif]Khasian removed his cloak; it would only get in the way when he fought. Despite Zelkhar's assurance, he sent a quarter of his forces back towards his citadel, just in case. He thought his commands to his remaining soldiers, "Steady, steady, wait." His werewolves were as fast as any horse, five times stronger than a human, and the best thing is their disease, which enabled the human soldiers to turn into werewolves themselves. A fun learning experience

Meanwhile, he had also sent his crows to do their jobs. Not only were they here for espionage but something different. Three murders of crows descended upon the Ilra Mactu soldiers' camp. There they wrecked havoc. They devoured their bread and food, spilled their drinks onto the ground, upsetted candles, and tore apart tents. As soon as their deed was done, they returned to the citadel. [/font]

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I was cured all right.

Rumour watches in satisfaction as the crows harrass the oncoming army, but also notices a small force slipping back. Her eyes go down to their leader, Khaisan, and she jumps down to stand beside him. "I see you took my unspoken advice..... I do not trust Zelkhar either....."

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Denaris smirked, happy to let Khasian, Abbas, and Nuanla expend their forces and take the brunt of the damage. He teleported to a small hillock overlooking the advancing Ilra Mactu army. A small circle of mages awaited him there, with a flaming pentagram drawn in their midst.

"Now?"

He shook his head. "Wait for the attack."

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[font=Papyrus, sans-serif]"It's only natural," Khasian said. He thought If he is as powerful as he says he is, why isn't he trying to do anything? All of them had come and done his will, however unwilling they were. He wondered what was his real intentions. Revenge? Bah! He had a feeling it was beyond retribution. A crow spoke to him, telling him that the forces he sent back had just reached the mountains and would reach the citadel by nightfall.[/font]

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I was cured all right.

Rumour smirks. "Yes, especially among the company ones such as ourselves keep......"

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Ava nods to Zelkhar before moving her men towards the wall, standing guard as they watch the enemy approach. Ava slips off her horse, one hand on the small dagger at her waist, the other one clenching and unclenching in a fist working her muscles. Crimson eyes keeping watch on the oncoming enemy.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

OoC.don't start without me....

Abbas pointed his sword toward the section farthest from the priest. His fearsome horsemen charged and drove all before them.

Yet the mass of he forces behind was enough to stop even the fearsome horsemen, thus locking them in combat as the rest of the armies marched forth and the Ilra Mactu knights led the brave charge. Zelkhars men drew their bows and fired a black arrow fodder into the charging lines of the enemies.

Zelkhar merely was calm as he watched this play go on.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(is quitting cos she's compleately lost the plot and didn't really get it to begin with, bye bye)

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Made by Lembas

Abbas charged for the front in a furious effort to hold the line as his horsemen's momentum had ceased.

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resistance is futile...
avvie by mrs.gamgee photoshop genious!

Ava's men drew their swords and attacked any that passed the front line of battle, Blocking any chance, they had trying to storm the wall. Ava moved into the shadows and was lost to all eyes that weren’t looking, crimson eyes turning black as she summoned the shadows to swallow any enemy coming her way.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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I was cured all right.

Zelkhar calmly examined the battle without much worries as his own soldiers stayed back on the walls letting his friends troops do the dirty work, this was his whole people here and he wasn`t going to risk them yet he did still have an ace up his sleeve.

Meanwhile in the battle the priest and clerics used their powers, sending bolts at the unholy creatures, healing wounds and blinding the foes as the Ilra Mactu army seemed to take comfort from this. That was exactly what went wrong the last time yet a little longer and it all would be over.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Stone golem," Denaris said, pointing to an area behind the archer ranks of the charging Ilra Mactu army. "Strike from behind and debilitate the archers first."

He joined the other mages in the circle around the pentagram. Joining hands, they began spellcasting. Flame raced through the five points of the summoning star. From somewhere in the otherworld, they could distinguish a bestial roar. They channeled its energy to a point behind the enemy archers. The energy solidified in the form of a giant golem.

Virtually invincible to physical attacks and towering twenty feet above the archers, the stone golem roared again began terrorizing the army's back ranks.

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