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Post by thecampheretic on Jan 14, 2006 16:29:27 GMT -5
Thats easy enough, you could have gathered a small army before coming becuase I'm not sure how much of our one it left...
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squiggle
Corporal
Gnarrrr, rawk, argh!
Posts: 26
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Post by squiggle on Jan 14, 2006 18:40:31 GMT -5
I put up a brief start to Haaken-hope it fits. More when I feel the time is right.
Let me know if it is ok!
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Post by Larke on Jan 15, 2006 6:37:47 GMT -5
Good to see our old plague freak Remie showing his unshaven face... for a change! And squiggle to.
As for your reason remie, if your still using Olis. The man infected by a plague Demon, your fat decayed body is slowing you down.
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CptNemo
Sargeant
That's what your mom said.
Posts: 136
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Post by CptNemo on Jan 15, 2006 10:19:56 GMT -5
**A bit late, I know, but life has a habit of getting in the way of things. I'll have a read through the story so far before posting any character info and then, finally, get around to actually contributing. ** Remie, you don't have a life
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anarchyangel
Corporal
Being Bloodthirsty is like filling your mouth with salt...
Posts: 44
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 15, 2006 12:34:51 GMT -5
Sable
A deamon-spawn who is eons old and a dedicated follower to Azaroth; Sable exists for the single purpose of causing terror and offering souls to his god. Though having lived in swamps and marshes for a the past millenia, he is ready to leave the soft areas of man to join the Legion and attack them full on.
Sable is an athletic, humanlike creature composed of black muscle tissue, antlers and horrifying power. He has an aura of fear much like Bane's and his illusionary powers to cause terror are unmatched. He attacks in melee with four inch long talons.
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Post by remerez on Jan 18, 2006 12:52:59 GMT -5
Olis
After the fracturing, and eventual collapse, of the Legio, Olis, like many others, disappeared into the Dark Lands. The shame of defeat still sat heavily with him, yet he knew that one day the Legio would unite once more to finally crush the lands of man.
Whilst many of the Legio were content to sit and wait for that day, their belief in their own superiority untarnished by defeat, Olis began to question himself. It was not luck that had granted victory to the lands of man, but a weakness within the Ordio Legio itself. A weakness none could see, or ever accept.
Even as the Ordio began to gather once more, mightier than it had ever been,, he knew it would not be enough. The arrogance still prevailed, and through it, he knew, lay defeat.
Cutting all ties with his former comrades and friends (if, indeed, you could call heartless killers friends), he set off into the Dead Lands to seek guidance. He hoped that by communing with the spirits of fallen he could avoid the mistakes of the past. He made towards Caliburn, where the oldest, wisest and greatest of their kind had fallen.
As he made his way deeper and deeper into the blighted land, the spirits began to gather, intrigued by the mortal who dared enter their realm. Beneath the crumbled walls of Cestmir, they made their first attack.
Seven spectres emerged from the rubble, still clinging grimly to eth weapons they had carried in life. They made to encircle him, brandishing their spears and blades in withered hands, taunting him with words he could not comprehend. It was at this moment, as the first of them leapt towards him, that he realised they were Dius. It was a development he had not expected; to be attacked by those who had once been his masters.
But he fought them nonetheless, hacking them apart with his daemon-bound great sword. As the battle continued, Olis was aware of how weak the spirits were, pale shades of their previous selves. It was a curious development as in all his previous encounters with spectres they had been incredibly powerful, far surpassing their mortal selves.
It was only when one remained, a Dius of the first generation, that the reason became clear. The Dius spoke to him, told him of a great evil that had been born into the Dead Lands that was feeding upon the spirits. It told how this evil, a daemon newly born onto this world, was gathering its power and that one day it would rise to devour everything.
Olis was sceptical; a daemon powerful enough to be born onto the mortal plain? The very notion was preposterous, let alone having the power to enslave the world. Even the Gods themselves didn’t have that much power. Yet the Dius was adamant. He warned Olis to turn back, to take news of this new threat to the Legio, but he would not listen.
Slaying the spirit, Olis returned his attention to Caliburn. He could already see the spires of that great city in the distance and new it would be no more than a week’s journey.
During that week he suffered many more attacks, from the spirits of both good and evil. They all bore the same warning, but he ignored them as quickly as he had the first time. It seemed to be doomed to an eternity of battle took a heavy toll on the mind.
Upon reaching the city, he made his way into eth inner sanctum, all too aware of the ethereal eyes watching his every step. He knew that at the centre of this bastion were many a powerful relic, long since forgotten to man, that would aid him in finding the spirits he sought. But he need not have bothered.
The Dius were waiting for him at the heart of Caliburn, the ceremonial robes they had been wearing on that fateful day not tattered and bloodstained. Once more they warned him of this new threat, and once more Olis dismissed it. It was only when one particularly ancient Dius stepped forward and allowed Olis to see into his mind that he was finally convinced.
Through the Dius’s eyes he saw the daemon being born into the mortal realm, saw the countless thousands of spirits it consumed in those first few seconds, felt the eternal suffering they now endured. He watched as the daemon moved from ancient city to ancient city, devouring every spirit in its path. He saw the daemon’s power grow and was granted a glimpse of the future.
In it he witnessed the fall of man, and the destruction of the Legio. He saw every living thing succumb to the creeping hunger that now engulfed the world.
When the Dius released his mind, Olis was completely drained. He barely had strength to lift his head as the Dius moved towards him. They clambered over him, seething around and through his body. They melded with is mind, granting him their power, yet not relinquishing their own souls.
Within Olis’s psyche now reside the Council of Five; the greatest of the Dius. They march with him to bring warning off this growing danger.
But the daemon is not to be so easily foiled. It is aware of the Dius’s plans and has sent its minions to stop them at all costs.
Olis now marches towards Idor, having sent word to the two thousand Plague Kin under his command to join him.
(That ok? Don’t worry about the daemon, it’s just there to create a bit of interest and need not even come into this story. Might be one for the future, who knows. Any problems just let me know and I’ll sort them out).
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Post by iceblood on Jan 21, 2006 3:21:25 GMT -5
srry to say, but i really cant keep up with everything so i think ill have to drop, too much stuff to check frequently enough.
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