(k..)

The emissary from the nagas had sent his guards to inform the highest goblin leader that the emissary saw that it was not safe to stay there anymore and the nagas had their own war back at home to take care of so they could not offer any greater assistance than holding their own against the enemy drawing some of the goblins foes to their front. Yet that didn`t seem to bother the unicorns, Veljash quickly moved across the street asking the soldiers for their leader with hissing voice.

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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!

Estelwen walked through the forest, her hood covereing her features from any enemy eyes as she continued her trek. She had been walking for some time when the smell of blood took over her senses. It was then when she saw a field, once green, now tainted with the blood of unicorns, elves, and goblins. She cringed at the sight, but knew her duty.

With careful steps she walked through the field towards the city, her emerald eyes on constant lookout.

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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

Ryairon looked back once and sighted a lone figure in a green cloak nearing the city. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Where do you hail?" the guards called the figure.

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"I have traveled far from Dareka I have been told to find this city." Estelwen explained keeping a tight grip on her bow.

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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

Ryairon inclined her head at a regal angle and stepped forward. "Bold, aren't you? You walk into the front door of a goblin city expecting a cordial welcome. Do you know what the punishment is for the spawns of Dareka?"

"Be silent, wench," the guard snarled to Ryairon. He gestured at the sentries pacing the battlements. In perfect sychronization they leveled their arrows at the elf. "Do you belong to the traitor elves? If so, display your insignia!"

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Veljash finally stopped by one guard.

"Where is your master goblin?" He asked with a hissing voice.

"My leader you mean naga? Right by the gates, the woman is the high kings daughters I think..."

"That is all I need..."

Veljash slithered away and stopped behind this woman goblin.

"Ryairon, daughter of King Teamic I presume?"

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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!

Can I be an Undead necromancer?

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I was cured all right.

what is it with you and the undead?

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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!

(((What is this city called??? and what happpened after this battle?)))

Nienna sprinted across the vast plains.
Her Shiny brown hair glistened in the sunlight, and her icy blue eyes scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of an allie.
"How many unicorns did we loose??" she asked plainly.
"That number is not yet known my lady, but it is thought we lost a fair few"
"Amina. I want you to find out, we are on a knife tip here, we cannot afford to loose, i need info!" said Nienna impationtly.
She brushed her beautiful hair from her eyes and ran on.
"Yes my lady." replied Amina and she sprinted off into the distance.
Nienna sighed. She wish this conflict would end. She had never seen peace. Her family had been brutaly cut down in the war that sorounded them, while Nienna lay safe at home. Safe.
Nienna's face was scrwed up with pain.
Her longsword hung gracefully in its scabbard, strapped strongly into place on her belt.
More than anything, Nienna wanted to use it again, on those goblin scum that took her family from her.

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

^ I love the race in Warcraft and it sort of sticked. I decided not be the Undead

Name: Kaielsais
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 6,000 but looks like 30
Profession: Mainly Assassin
Family: Son of Histiris, the leader of the Vampires
Appearance: Dark hair, not really short but not really long, Cold dark cat-like slitted eyes, Wears silk clothing, has a lamellar curiass and braces. Dark green cloak with a hood. Slitted nose like a snake.
Weapons: A single-edged sword, curved at the head. Has many daggers and poisons

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I was cured all right.

you know when you used the undead thingy, I thought exactly that...

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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!

Estelwen pushed her left sleeve up to her elbow and turned her palm up so that the all could see the insignia on her wrist.

"Does this answer your question?" Her voice was emotionless as she stared at the goblins

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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

[You thought what?]

Kaielsais entered the ruined city, looking at the ruins with great interest. He has heard of the goblin-unicorn wars. He carried with him an official letter from his father, Lord Histiris, requesting an alliance with the goblins. He could see the war had its tolls. There were no civillians, only grim guards who look like they have seen enough blood to last them three lifetimes. Kaielsais looked around for any sign that the leader might be living.

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I was cured all right.

Ryairon's scowl relaxed. "I beg your pardon, friend." She hesitated. Revealing her true identity here would cause a riot. Besides, she wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place. "My name is Lyreen. You are - "

"Ryairon, daughter of King Teamic I presume?"

She whirled around, sword halfway out, to find a naga. Curse it! There went her disguise. "What of it?" she demanded, inclining her head at a regal angle.

A horn, blown by one of the sentries, blared into the night and interrupted their conversation.

"I can't believe it," the captain of the guard muttered, shaking his head in despair.

A glint of silver and ivory emerged from the crimson horizon. Ryairon stared at the unicorn army numbering two thousand and knew the city was doomed.

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Estelwen's eyes widened at realizing she was stading in front of the daughter of King Teamic but she did not let her surprise show. She only nodded.

"It is a common mistake..." She stated simply before turning to look at the horizon.

"Unicorns..."

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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

Veljash grinned.

"The emissary has decided to pull back to our own lands, we can do nothing here for now and we aren`t going to slaughtered by those unicorns. That is my message, fight and win or die in this hell hole, the rest of your life is in your hands... "

Veljash said and then began moving away swiftly to tell the mages to speed up the teleportal preparation so that they could leave in time.

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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!