Just as they began to set off a man, tired and slightly ragged ran up. His face was grim, and his sword was drawn, and he kept glancing over his shoulder, as if fearing pursuit. He saw a group ahead of him and instinctively raised his blade to defend himself.

Name: Armansûl
Age: Unknown
Race: Human/Lich

Appreance: His flesh has a slight green on it and it looks diseased, he has green eyes with a small glow in them and his hair long and grey that reach his shoulders, but they are usually within his hood.

Equipment: Cloths himself in black and wears his tight hood on at all times, he has a scraf in front of his mouth only showing his eyes and their surroundings from the cover of the hood. Has a staff with a crystal on top of of held by 4 small things that remind of roots and has a dagger on his belt, the dagger is almost like a short sword.

Skills/ History: Once in life he was a powerful sorcerer, but he began studying the black arts and was seen as a threat by many mages, he was defeated with the help of many mages, but what they couldn`t predict was that he continued living a cursed life later on since they had kept his body intact and his magical powers were still strong in him. Arman(as he is always called) wasn`t rash and never wanted to choose that path of revenge so he hid away into the forests of the world disappearing to study and develop his skills of nercomancy because his former powers had greatly diminished in the reawakening.

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A man clothed in black and heavy robes stood on a cliff watching as there was a group, Armasûl had felt bored today skipping his research and his trip was not in vain. Strangers, he didn`t usually meet people these days and he liked to play little... games with them as he always met them. He didn`t have any knowledge of the outside world really all tough he could have gotten spies, but sending and gathering them first was a big job all tough he had the rest of eternity to do it as he would walk upon these lands. He quietly hit his staff against the rock and got up leaning on the staff as he began to walk down a rocly path to find more about these strangers.

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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!

Marcius and Khadoin were flying when two more bats flew before them. Together they landed along with the cousins and went to human for,. "My Prince," one of them said. "We have been sent to find you. Have you gotten reinforcements?" "Yes," Khadoin said. "They're trailing behind us, but we only got 100 men or so." The new vampire sighed. "Not nearly enough. The rebels have Werevargs now. Look for signs displaying bat wings marked in blood on the roads. They represent the Lord's Army. Signs that have wolf fur in blood are to be avoided. They mark the borders of the Rebels" With that he and his companion turned back into bats and flew away. "Werevargs? What are they?" Marcius asked his cousin. "A new breed of werewolves," Khadoin answered. "They are more vicious and stronger than werewolves, and nearly all of them are on the rebel sides. Thankfully, the werewolves still remain faithful to us. Could you pass the message on to your Lady about the signs?" Marcius nodded and both of them turned into bats, one flying north towards the citadels, the another flying towards the army behind.

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I was cured all right.

[ach, you people post fast]

This new disguise was nearly killing him. Loquacious by nature, Denaris simply couldn't remain resigned as he should be. He plodded along on the shabby chestnut stallion he'd supposedly salvaged from his mother's farm and surreptitiously sought potential conversationalists.

The vampire - Marcius, his name? - simply couldn't appreciate his creative spark. Lady Ziara was too delicate a matter to approach now. He had seen something like empathy in the shapeshifter's eyes, so he decided to approach her first.

"Quite an ability you have," he said softly, drawing level with the wolf.

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after they had begun, Ziara saw a ragged man with his sword drawn. Ziara raised her hand as a signal for her army to halt. When they had stopped she called to the man, "You there, put down your sword. I pose you no threat unless you pose me one. If you do my men will be at you before you have a chance to do anything. But you're safe unless I give the orders. Tell me what is your name and why are you here?" As she waited for him to answer, her eyes quickly passed over a cliff. She whipped her head back around when she realized someone was standing there. A man clothed in black was walking towards them down a path. Lady Ziara wrinkled her nose. Was his skin green? No matter, she had become accustomed to meeting strange new people since she had fled to the forest. She caught his eye and said, "I am Lady Ziara of Dashiara. Where do your loyalties lie?" She turned her head and noted that Denaris was speaking to Kiana. Ziara shot her a wary glance before looking to the sky. Marcius was flying back. She waited patiently for the news.

Marcius landed. (from now on, if you see vampire - land, assume he was a bat and turned into human and if you see vampire - fly, assume he turned into a bat and flew off.) "My lady Ziara," Marcius declared. "My cousin bids me to tell you that on the roads there will be signs. Signs that have bat wings marked in blood on it means that the Lord and his armies owns that land and is friendly. But watch out for the signs that have wolf fur with blood. They are the signs of the Rebels. Also watch out for werevargs. They are like werewolfs but stronger and they run on all fours unlike werewolves." With that, Marcius flew off

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I was cured all right.

http://www.jirnaq.de/Krieger/kruge-Dateien/image001.jpg

this is what i look like. howzat. hint only one answer prevents me from being fire bretheng dragon. that fantasy

(obsessed in Star Trek? You should watch Star Wreck: In The Prickining fine fnnish work, it was actually made by independent guys who had really no bigger funding )

Arman heard their words as he closed in, they spoke of war and warqs, but did that really care him? It surely did, he could wait for a battle to unsolve even a small struggle and then interfere raising his own troops that he could use to kill even more infedels until he would have an army gathered. The sudden idea of an army and a kingdom pleased him since he was utterly bored.

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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!

Darrell recognised the speaker immediately. He sheathed his sword and knelt, his head bowed. "Your highness. My name is Darrell. I have recently managed to escape the reign of the usurper. I came to search you out, and offer my assistance, if you will take it. I has loyal to your father, and now my loyalties lie with you. however, when I fled several of his men chased me. I think I managed to loose them, but they may still be tracking me"

Ziara nodded as Marcius relayed the information and then she repeated it back to her group. "Werevargs," she said with a shake of her head as she turned back to him, "This doesn't sound good." She turned as the ragged man she had seen adressed her. She said, "Darrel, you may rise." She thought for a moment before continuing, "You do not strike me as the evil type. You may ride with us if you wish. As for the men who follow you, How many are there? Unless you have a whoe army on your trail, I think my men can handle it." She turned around and cocked an eyebrow at the man in black robes who had not answered.

(I missed so much! *sigh*)

Kiana glanced over at the elf in white. She tried to speak, but only wolf noices escaped from her throat. She spoke again, only using her mind. "Yes. it is quite a gift." She spoke so only trhe elf could hear. "It is very useful"

i ask you 1 more time wheres my bad guy? i want to FIGHT someting here and i dont think you want it to be you

Look, over there Commander! A bad guy!

(Gah, I have missed so much! No access to a comp for a week..yikes, I'll try to pick it up)

Mirima had stayed until the shapeshifter appeared. When they were distracted, the Elf had slipped away unnoticed. Her mission was clear- alert the few loyal rogues and Elves. The distance was great, but if she hurried, Mirima did not doubt they could return by nightfall. Yet she knew that Marcius would not allow the group to stay in one place for long if he could help it.

She spurred her horse, Illith, on for some time, until finally she came upon the nearest encampment. Quickly Mirima dismounted, and spoke to Erucius, the leader. They agreed to meet near the forest's edge, on the path which the princess would most likely follow.

(I'll post some more soon)

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

[I believe you're quite missing the point of the RPG, Commander_Kruge]

Denaris cocked his head in interest at the newcomers. Humans multiplied like flies these days, though this one may prove more piquing. But the second... His green eyes scrutinized the stranger's face, took in the hue of his strange skin. His suspicions were confirmed when he surreptitiously cast a cantrip. A lich. This should be intriguing.

His lips spontaneously twitched upward in his mirthless grin before he caught himself and bowed his head. "Lady, you may call me Idusil. You seem to have known Ziara long," Denaris directed at the wolf.

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Marcius was flying north towards the citadels of his mother's family. He looked down and saw Khadoin with a couple of Vampires fighting off a squad of Werevargs. Khadoin and the Vampires were wielding silver swords to fight of the beasts. Marcius landed and drew his sword. A Werevarg came charging at him. It was a nine foot long wolf like creature with saliva and blood dripping from its horrible fangs. Marcius dodged the Wervarg's charge and brought his sword on his neck, severing his head. Marcius headed towards the brawl, brandishing his sword.

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I was cured all right.

Meanwhile Armansûl had ran into a small battle like as he had began to search the woods, it was men from other sides and the other side was gaining the win with moderate casualties. He calmly began preparing a spell, he fired two bolts out of his hands into the small crowd fighting that slayed most of them. The last survivors turned to look at him amazed, some seemed very afraid, but some wanted to kill him yet they had a battle in their hands. Armansûl cast a new spell this time lauching a fireball and burned the rest that dared to approach him or continued to fight. The smell of burning flesh rose on the small opening, he walked over them drawing his sword and killing the rest that had their few moments of life.

He placed his staff against the tree and tookout some bags filled with somesort of powder, he made few symbols in the air and sat down beginning to create his spell. About 70 bodies would take a small while since his powers were rusty, but still not impossible. He sat down throwing the powder over the bodies and finally making a symbol to the ground, then he concentrated mumbling magic words to reawaken the dead bodies.

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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!