"Hmh..."

Zelkhar hmhed at Denaris`s and his mages creation, this was getting interesting and fast. Werewolves, gargoyles, a golem, mages, humans, tigers and undead riders in the same army. Seemed like a lovely bunch of fellows, Zelkhar`s messenger arrived to him and gave him a note.

"Well I did actually work, who would have guessed that king was stupid enough... all tough a shame that I can find him from that battle field, otherwise he would have had a nasty surprise at home. Well tell them to keep the guard there and I`ll have new men to relieve them soon enough..."

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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!

[font=Papyrus, sans-serif]Khasian noticed the priest and his clerics that erected wards against his werewolves and hurled baneful magic at them. He ordered his crows and bats to sweep towards them. Techinically not undead, they were free to pick their eyes or bite their necks. Soon they were occupied by the flying black masses to use their magic.[/font]

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I was cured all right.

Abbas cut his way towards the priest, his sword alight with an unholy flame.

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I was cured all right.

Zelkhar smirked at the battle and nodded at his men, 4 soldiers carrying blood red flags ran towards the barricades s, if to signal something for someone. Just a moment longer...

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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!

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

The stone golem crashed through the back ranks, flinging soldiers around like rag dolls. "Protective ward," Denaris told his mages, casting just as the enemy wizards hit the golem with a barrage of spells. The golem's arm dropped off, but the ward prevented further offensive spells from damaging it.

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Rumour heads straight for the priests and clerics, her body growing wings and hard armor plating. She soars out over the enemy army, going into a steep upward slant. Rumour looks down and spots the head priest, then dives. In a spiraling descent, she twists at the last moment and sweeps the priest off the ground, her clawed hands clamped about his head. With a twisting motion, she snaps his neck and tosses him away like a ragdoll......

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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~

"All right... lets end this...."

Zelkhar said as a man near him waved a blood red flag, the 4 other flags began to move their flags on the barricade. Suddenly it seemed that more forces appeared to the battle field, wearing the same uniforms as Zelkhars men and a quater of the enemy army turned on the original. The 300 soldiers came out from the barricaded protection and charged forth to have their revenge.

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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!

Abbas let out an unholy scream, and his horsemen all lit aflame as they began the final push.

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I was cured all right.

*bumpy bump bump*

OCC: just a notice that our little alliance of evil duers will be called as the Covenant, why? ( More specifically, a covenant, in contrast to a contract, is a one-way agreement whereby the covenantor is the only party bound by the promise. A covenant may have conditions and prerequisites that qualify the undertaking, including the actions of other parties, but there is absolutely no inherent agreement by such other parties to fulfil those requirements. Consequentially, the only party that can break a covenant is the covenantor. )

The scale of the troops had changed, the organisation and discipline had been crushed by the terrible beings that represented this alliance, this covenant. The mercenaries and Zelkhars men united into a one force that fought alongside each others as the monsters & golem ripped their foes apart. The priests had began to fall and the knights had lost most of their men, the king looked shocked by the resolution. A small group of riders broke out and escaped the battlefield as the rest of the Ilra Mactu army surrendered.

Zelkhar had the command for his soldiers to stop and to round up the prisoners, take their weapons and have them chained or at least kept at one place. Zelkhar expected for his allies to do the same as he watched the king ride away, there was no threat the king could mount against them anymore all tough he could fight into the bitter end in his capital yet that would fail as soon as he would come upon the sight of the flags waving in his capital.

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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!

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I was cured all right.

Abbas rode to Zelkhar while his army mopped up and said "My men wish for a city from our adversary to make our own."

OoC.well, they're technically people

Denaris let the stone golem linger around for a bit, picking off the enemy stragglers, until its magic expired. He and his mages had suffered little save for the temporary loss of energy and the need to recharge a few of their spells.

He strode back down the hillock, the emissaries from the Magi walking behind him in two perfect columns. "I second Abbas's request," he said, catching up with the rest of them.

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