The morning breaks slowly in the east of Mirroh. Shadowed by the great mountains Erek and Elez´Khal the land of Farak Wirrock remains dark enough for it's creatures to be active even during the day.
Bordered by barren wastelands and scavengers the region of darkness is impenetratable. Behind these natural defenses a force is steadily growing like a tremendous tumour, threatening to devore the entire world...
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"<span style="color:green;">Corporal Korkasha!!</span>" The voice of the orc Sergeant split the air in the camp of the C-Company like a battle-axe. "<span style="color:green;">Report for duty on the double!</span>" The sergeant spit out a piece of bone and sat down behind his makeshift table, slamming his legs up on it making it creak rather unnervingly. He glared at a small goblin that passed his table.
"<span style="color:green;">You!</span>" he shouted at it making it scream in fright. "<span style="color:green;">Go fetch Corporal Korkasha or I'll make sure you'll be... urr...</span>" The sergeant, still not quite comfortable with his new role as, well, sergeant, grunted thoughtfully... "<span style="color:green;">I'll... uurr... Eat you!</span>" He concluded. It didn't ring well, but it had the effect he wanted. The goblin squealed and ran away as fast as it could.
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In another part of the camp, and in fact in another country entirely, a cart had arrived, loaded with various forms of beverages, most of which could kill any form of bacteria known to man.
The driver of the cart, a rat-like man with nervous eyes and a twitching nose, let his eyes dart from one place to another, as if he was expecting something.
"<span style="color:blue;">Hurry up!</span>" He yelled suddenly, turning his attention to the large insect-like being who was currently busy unloading the barrels from the cart and into a nearby tent. "<span style="color:blue;">Stupid orcs, if I'm not out of this camp in one hour I'm going to demand extra payment.</span>" He glared at Silk again. "<span style="color:blue;">They're probably expecting to get this free... It's not exactly cheap running a business during wartimes you know!</span>"
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The tent in which Silk was putting the barrels was quite large and served as a form of pub, if you could call it that. Placed randomly in the space of it was several crude but stable tables as well as some quickly built benches. The air was humid and moist, but the "costumers" didn't complain.
"<span style="color:green;">Tell us that one about that elf again, Korkasha!</span>" One particularily ugly orc gurgled between his tusks.
"<span style="color:lime;">Yar, the one where you smashed his face!</span>" Another, slightly less appalling orc chimed in.
As guessed, the large troll was the center of the attention.
However, a bit away from the others in one of the shadow-draped corners (never mind the sunshine outside) two Night elves sat, sneering at the rest of the patrons of the pub. They each had a small cup standing on the table from which a faint mist came. The mist ran down over the table and lazily made it's way down to the floor to finally evaporate in a long and ardous process.
The elves were bored.
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A bit away from the camp, on the top of mount Elez´Khal to be more specific, a scout party had stopped to rest.
The party consisted of a few orcs and maybe a troll or two, together with a dark elf. Sufficient to say, things weren't pretty.
"<span style="color:green;">Hey, Far...Farne... elf, you dun go thinkin´ you the boss now, just ´cause you knows more than us orcs.</span>" One of the orcs grunted at the elf, baring his tusks. The elf sighed and brushed a hand through his long raven-black hair.
"<span style="color:#B4024D;">Listen you disgusting greenskin,</span>" he muttered back at the orc, "<span style="color:#B4024D;">I don't know what your orders were, but I was specifically assigned to lead this group. If that doesn't suit you that's...</span>" He stopped, sniffing in the air.
"<span style="color:lime;">What now,
elf?</span>" Another orc chuckled, "<span style="color:lime;">You is expecting something?</span>"
"<span style="color:#B4024D;">Shut up...</span>" the elf whispered, ""<span style="color:#B4024D;">Don't you smell that? It's sulfur.</span>" The elf sniffed again in the air, pointing finally to a rather large opening in the mountain side. "<span style="color:#B4024D;">It's coming from there...</span>"
The orcs instantly scrambled for their weaponry, clanging heavily. "<span style="color:green;">You think it is dwarf-shits?</span>" One of them growled under his breath. The elf shrugged and sneaked up to the entrance.
The others soon followed him, a slightly warm breeze escaped from the hole, smelling strongly of sulfur.
"<span style="color:#B4024D;">You three follow me inside,</span>" the elf pointed at three orcs who immediatly nodded, "<span style="color:#B4024D;">the rest of you wait outside.</span>"
Slowly, slowly the elf sneaked inside and the three orcs followed him. Fernelegild grinned for himself in the darkness. Perhaps his amazingly stealthy moves had somehow gone into the minds of those stupid or...
He was interrupted in his thinking when one of the orcs stumbled over anothers' foot and both shrieked as they fell on eachother.
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Alextina woke up slowly and realized she had the most horrible headache imaginable. She'd definantly never drink that much again...
Now what'd awakened her? And what the hell was that loud noise!?
She caught the faint whiff of orcs and... oooh! A elf!
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"<span style="color:#3E0066;">
I assume you understand your orders, spectre.</span>" The dark lord said with a booming voice. He held a small crystal between his armored fingers, staring deep into it. The crystal glowed with a faint green light which seemed to grow either stronger, or weaker, from instance to instance.
"
<span style="color:#3E0066;">...I see...</span>" he continued, a slight frown appearing on his face. "<span style="color:#3E0066;">
If you would bother to listen this time. I want you to travel to Irisktas in Athargys. You will bring with you a tool I have crafted. The king of Irisktas is dead, and his son is soon to be crowned. When he is, it shall be with this tool.</span>" He paused for a moment.
"<span style="color:#3E0066;">
Did you get it this time?</span>"
The soul of Methantekos Revanbad glimmered slightly and the Dark Lord nodded. However, as he went to place the small crystal among the other ones he missed a step, tossed the small crystal containing the undying soul of the lich high up in the air, nearly toppled the entire shelf containing the souls of everyone of his liches and caught the small crystal mere inches from the floor.
"<span style="color:#3E0066;">
I meant to do that.</span>"
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((OOC - There, be merry and socialize and stuff. And please put a description of your character in a gamewise sense. Lesse... some more info on the camp.
At the moment there are three countries ruled by the Dark Lord. Travel between the different camps, castles, etc. Are done through magical portals, to make it a bit more easier to get around. Here are the countries:
The middle one, Arikates, is where the dark lord lives. This is a place of eternal torment and damnation, with hell-pits, torture chambers, forts and suchlike. The castle of the Dark Lord is so tremendous that it is said you cannot look upon one corder of the wall and see the other end.
The northern one, Russitakis, contains everything from training grounds to feeding holes and recruitment centers. This is where people go to eat, fight and be... err... merry. This is the location of the small pub, for your information named The Dark Lord's Skull.
The southern one, Celemens, contains the camps of all the soldiers. Which means there's a lot of tents. Officers higher than Captain lives in Arikates. Which brings us to:
Army Ranks & Such!!!
Right, a couple of months ago the Dark Lord got a particularily colorful vision of a standing army without peer. In difference to his own horde, this army had a strict hierarchial system, meaning that other creatures had to have power too, in a lesser scale of course.
This is the results.
The smallest unit of the horde is, just that, a unit. A unit consists of 8 privates together with a sergeant and two corporals. The privates are generally assorted so as to have at least two spellcasters, two scouts and four warriors in each unit. Each corporal is the leader of four privates while the sergeant is the leader of all. The groups are named Asmodeus and Belial.
Four units makes a company, governed by a captain. Aside from the captain there is also the first and second lieutenant, each handling two sergeants. The companies are ordered in
Five companies make a battalion, mastered by a Major or a Lieutenant Colonel. Each company has a letter assigned to them. Ranging from A to E.
Three battalions makes a Regiment, controlled by a Colonel.
A brigadier consists of four regiments and a brigadier general is the officer in charge.
A Major General controls the Division, which consists of two brigadiers,
Three divisions makes a corps, the corps is lead by a lieutenant general.
There are also specialists. In these cases, general creatures of myth that doesn't work well as privates. This could also include privates given a special mission, or a unit selectively created by a officer of rank Colonel or higher.
There. The characters are as follows.
Korkasha, Corporal of Team Asmodeus, Unit 2, C-Company, Battalion 2, Regiment 1, Brigadier 2, Division 2.
Silk, No rank yet, considered slave.
Alextina, Specialist, no affiliation
Methantekos, Private of Team Belial, Unit 4, A-Company, Battalion 3, Regiment 2, Brigadier 1, Division 3
Rhodia, still awaiting rank and position(just arrived)
Brence, Sergeant of Unit 3, E-Company, Battalion 3, Regiment 1, Brigadier 2, Division 1
Right. Don't worry so much about ranks and stuff, I just did this for fun. It's good to know though. So most presumably you don't know eachother very well. Although perhaps Rhodia and Brence might've had a little chat together.
Any questions or comments, go ahead and ask them in the OOC thread))
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=christianc>ChristianC</A] at: 5/2/03 4:05:37 pm