Children of Darkness

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: Since darkness is my kinda thing....we have this thread. The armies of the Dark Queen are rising, leaving destruction in their wake. But one certain evil army is sent to bring upon the destruction of a small town called Solcae. The leader is a mysterious one who is always going around, shrouded in shadow. Is it man or woman? Warrior or mage? Archer or knight? No one knows...

BIC:
Teren smiled to himself as he walked through the camp...the camp of his Commander's army. The Commander was not out yet, or so Teren thought. The dark elven Qualinesti took his time to eat the stale provisions that had been handed out the day before. Then he washed it down with a bit of dusty water.
"The cavalryman we sent out from camp half a fortnight ago should be here by now," Teren mumbled to himself, absently smoothing a fold in his black robes. "Where is he now?"
"He is dead," said a voice behind him. Teren didn't have to turn around to know it was the commander. "Another will be sent."
"I suppose so, s-sir," Teren stumbled over the title. No one knew for sure if the Commander was a man or woman. All he knew was that this person probably was high in the Dark Queen's favor. "Who is it we are sending?"
"We are sending one of our troops," the Commander replied, rather blatantly, to Teren's irritation. "Of this person you shall not know of until it is time for his departure. And that time is now."
The black mage hurried to catch up with the Commander's long swift strides. The site of troop's departure was scarcely populated, but he recognized a few faces here and there. A figure could be seen packing up and getting ready to go.

OOC: And so it begins. You can be anything. If you're on the side of good then I suggest that you probably wouldn't be part of commander's army. A revel group, perhaps? One may choose to be the Commander, or the new cavalryman. And no, this is by no means copying kendy's thread. :) If no one wants to be the Commander or cavalryman, then i guess I will be...

[Raistlin M.]

OOC: Im a newbie at this..... I will also be playing the part of the cavalryman.

Name: Manir
Age:35
Height:6 '1'
Sex:Male
Race:Human
Class:Archer
Weapons: Magical bow: properties: arrows light (fire) when shot/arrow pack replenishes
Armor:Lt. leather armor, heavy cloak

IC: He was being sent on a recon mission, noughing new to him. As he thought he wondered who his traveling companions for this mission would be. What he didn't want was some magic-user, He had always been distrustful of magic, never really coming to respect it. Oh well he thought to himself his leaders had their way, and if they decided to send him a cleric or a mage to travel with, he would accept it without complaining. The weather was fair enough for autumn he thought, it was sunny, but with a few clouds in the sky and he was ready for an adventure......

[sadistic]

.............I gotta qiut osmethreads beofr ei join some mroe sorry.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Name: Emelia
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age:21
Weapon: Hidden dagger for emegency situations
Armor: None

IC: Foling her robes around her, she waited for orders. The amulet with the five-headed dragon was smooth and cold against her skin, and seemed strangely heavy. As if it contained the collected weigth of the evil it symbolized. She felt ill at ease amongt these warriors and mages. She knew she should feel pride for being picked for this mission, but the thought of that it was her home town that she would attck wouldn't leave her alone.
"The home-town where no one understood. The home-town where they would not let me have any dreams. The home-town where the only thing I ever got was pain!" she reminded herself. But it was still not easy. Never easy.
And she never got used to it...

[Hexum]

OOC: I would like to join, and wanted to know if I could start the side of good? I am willing to have my character die in battle, but not entirely too soon, and not by some crazy happening. If that's alright with you, let me know, and I'll start the defense of Solace.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: hexum you can start anytime. i offer no directions since you won't need any. all you have to do is have some little party ambush them or something.

BIC:

Teren noticed the archer looking at him expectantly. What? It wasn't like he was going to go with him or anything. He felt a bit strange whenever he traveled, especially with some...(he shivered in disgust at the elven similarity)...archer. Looking over at the man sharpening his sword, and the cleric lookiing nervous, he went over to the cleric. "Emelia," he said softly, "what are you fidgeting for?"

[kendercommander]

OOC: of course it's not copying my thread. Doesn't have a thornpicker. Yet. :cool:

Character:

Name: Krath
Race: Draconian; sivak
Weaponry: short sword and 4 daggers
Military descritption: of low rank, simply a messenger.
Description: 6'1" silvery scales... he's a sivak. Very wise and intelligent but lethargic and uncaring. He is against the Dark Queen's little wars, but he has been taught that all resistance will be crushed like ants, so he has no allies for a rebellion.

Well, this could provide an excellent oppurtunity for you (the good guys) to kidnap the sivak and get a new ally :). I will begin posting in a week when I get my new motherboard...

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

She smiled tightly at Teren. "My home-town. Solace. Never offered any solace to me, mind you, but... it's still where I grew up. It feels... wrong." She sighed, eyes straying to the blank spot that signaled the Dark Queen's entry to the world.
"My poorly upbringing gained me a twisted concience. I cannot strike at those I hate the most, by the very reason I hate them."

[dalamar_thedark]

She smiled tightly at Teren. "My home-town. Solace. Never offered any solace to me, mind you, but... it's still where I grew up. It feels... wrong." She sighed, eyes straying to the blank spot that signaled the Dark Queen's entry to the world.
"My poorly upbringing gained me a twisted concience. I cannot strike at those I hate the most, by the very reason I hate them."

"Interesting reason," said Teren, turning slightly. "And I wonder the same for reasons of my own."

[Reghar]

OOC: Hey Dal, I'd definetly be interested in joining this thread, but before I choose a character, could you just clear up for me what time period this takes place in? I'm a bit confused on that matter, sorry.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Do you ever do anything for other reasons than your own?" she wondered smilingly, trying to let go of the clogging feeling of guilt and self-reproach. "I know that I have problems with that myself, at least."

[Raistlin M.]

The archer Manir looked around expectantly, not really sure who he was going to be traveling with. He saw two people talking, what looked like a cleric and a mage and said, (sarcastically) this ought to be just great.......

OOC: (My computer is temporarily broken and Im not sure when I can have it fixed So I probably wont be on very often)

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

She saw the archer's look, and chuckled suddenly. "Looks like we're not all that popular, Teren. But after all, we are strange folk who shouldn't be trusted, are we not?"

[dalamar_thedark]

She saw the archer's look, and chuckled suddenly. "Looks like we're not all that popular, Teren. But after all, we are strange folk who shouldn't be trusted, are we not?"

"Speak for yourself," Teren said with a groan. "And just who does that guy think he is?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"A joke" she pointed out drily. "He has no business in trusting or not trusting, only in obeying. But on the other hand, he is probably just scared. People tend to be." She shrugged, casting the archer a dismissive glance.

[Raistlin M.]

Manir smiled dryly as he watched the unfolding events around him. It seemed that he would be traveling in the company of a cleric, draconian, and a mage. Manir detested draconians ,though he couldn't deny their helpfullness in so many situations, and he distrusted magic. He decided that he wasn't going to be making many friends on this trip......

[Raistlin M.]

OOC: Is this thread dead already cuz noeone is posting

[dalamar_thedark]

"Of course you're not going to make any friends," Teren said, reading the man's thoughts. "You're not smart enough yet."

OOC: not dead. but we really need a coupla more ppl here.

[Dante]

name: Mensoths
race: human
age: 22
equipment: long sword, bow and quiver of 25 arrows, three daggers
apperance: short-blone hair, blue eyes, 5'7, 164 ilbs., well-built, muscular
info: joined the side of darkness at age 20 for money and to kill things

Mensoths saw the group of strange companions, mage, cleric, draconian, not your average group of people. he watched from a boulder as they conversed(sp) about solace, he over heard one of them, he though her name was Emilia, but he didn't catch it, talk about her home-town, solace, he was from there too, and he felt the same way she did...

[dalamar_thedark]

"I suppose we're ready to go now," said Teren, casting a dark glance towards the Commander's tent. "It's not like we have to stay here. Shall we head off?"

[Raistlin M.]

Manir's mouth dropped open in astonishment as the man spoke his thoughts aloud. He cast the magic user a dark glance and hopped on his large black horse, saying all the more reason to distrust them.....

[Raistlin M.]

O.K. I really think this thread is dead.....

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: sorry but i really can't keep up with all the threads and it's a bit hectic. this thread is now pronounced D-E-A-D unless someone still wants it to keep going. sorry about that.

[Laz Dragonslayer]

I will keep it going


Name: Laz
Race: Minotaur
Color: Black
Equipment: axe,dagger,tomahawks
bio-he was outcasted by his fellow minotaurs for choosing to side with the good. he now prepares to defend solace

"Ready the catalpults and ballistae!" Laz cried
" Are you men redy to spill draconian blood on the ground for the sake f your homeland!"
A roar was heard throughout the defense
'Then let us show these petty evils how we fight!"
at that moment the ground shook and ladders were placed upon the walls. The defenders began to roll boulders down the hills.
"Bring it........." Laz muttered and gripped his axe tight