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The demon giant flexed it's massive muscles, as the group of heroes faced it down. The stares of the good locked with evil and for a moment and for the briefest of instants the very air between the two forces crackled with electricity. Then the sounds of fighting coming from the elven warriors at the entrance to the massive mountain chamber broke the tension filled silence. The brave elven warriors held back a seemingly never ending hoard of filth and evil, their blades flashed and where they did, orcs, goblins and giants fell.
The clatter of elven made swords and shields clashing against the crude iron instruments of the orcs, accompanied the heroes charge towards the demon giant himself. As the heroes neered the feet of the massive giant. The tallest of the assembled heroes did not reach to the knees of the beast. The frightening visage of the Demon Giant was made even more terrifying, as the beast gave a great howl and from under it's arms sprouted two more. It's face was a gruesome mask, a human face, but each legiment and strand of muscle stood out, as if it had no skin. From it's back it took four axes, each bigger then any of the heroes standing straight up.
The Du'ellofar trained Ranger Ryn'ntar Toro'eth threw all of his weight toward the giant, his elven made sword. It took the short Du'ellofar eleven years to create the three feet of magical steel, it had been sung from the earth itself and no mortal hands had been involved in it's creation. A magical gemstone glittered in the sword's pommel and to one who was skilled with magic, they would see the glow eminating from the sword and giving it's user great power and endurance.
Storming toward the giant right behind Ryn'ntar Toro'eth was the mysterious Regal, his staff clutched in his hands. Not much was known to Ryn'ntar of Regal, but he knew that this man was a force to be reckned with.
Coenwulf, the big man with the strange accent charged in aswell. With him Temaland charged towards the massive beast.
Faeron and his leigion of elves stayed the foulness at the gates of Mt Hiradul, their shields and swords flashed in perfect synchoronization. The orcs pushed against the shields of the tall elves, who pushed back, fighting with every ounce of strength their immortal bodies had.
In the red sky outside, lightning flashed and great hunks of rock fell from the sky and crashed into the charred ground in the moutain ranges. Hundreds, no thousands of rocks, the very earth trembled with mighty tremors.
The battle raged inside the mountain fortress of the Demon Giant. One hour, two hours, three. Years of back and forth fighting with the leigions of darkness had all come to this single battle, the only way to destroy the demon giant. So, the combined might of warriors from near and far, triumphed.
As the demon giant fell to the ground, it's very will to continue broken, as wel as it's body, many lives were extinguished. For as the Demon Giant fell to his knees, he used the last of his great will to cause Mount Hiradul to errupt upwards, bellowing black smoke into the sky.
The heroes ran from the mountain, all but one. Ryn'ntar Toro'eth. To this very day, the remains of the Ranger Ryn'ntar Toro'eth are encased, as the Demon Giant was before, in thick polished obsidian. He had acheived the final honor of the Du'ellofar, the one Lady T'omarowee had invisioned from the moment he had entered her city.
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Character Sheet Time.
The clatter of elven made swords and shields clashing against the crude iron instruments of the orcs, accompanied the heroes charge towards the demon giant himself. As the heroes neered the feet of the massive giant. The tallest of the assembled heroes did not reach to the knees of the beast. The frightening visage of the Demon Giant was made even more terrifying, as the beast gave a great howl and from under it's arms sprouted two more. It's face was a gruesome mask, a human face, but each legiment and strand of muscle stood out, as if it had no skin. From it's back it took four axes, each bigger then any of the heroes standing straight up.
The Du'ellofar trained Ranger Ryn'ntar Toro'eth threw all of his weight toward the giant, his elven made sword. It took the short Du'ellofar eleven years to create the three feet of magical steel, it had been sung from the earth itself and no mortal hands had been involved in it's creation. A magical gemstone glittered in the sword's pommel and to one who was skilled with magic, they would see the glow eminating from the sword and giving it's user great power and endurance.
Storming toward the giant right behind Ryn'ntar Toro'eth was the mysterious Regal, his staff clutched in his hands. Not much was known to Ryn'ntar of Regal, but he knew that this man was a force to be reckned with.
Coenwulf, the big man with the strange accent charged in aswell. With him Temaland charged towards the massive beast.
Faeron and his leigion of elves stayed the foulness at the gates of Mt Hiradul, their shields and swords flashed in perfect synchoronization. The orcs pushed against the shields of the tall elves, who pushed back, fighting with every ounce of strength their immortal bodies had.
In the red sky outside, lightning flashed and great hunks of rock fell from the sky and crashed into the charred ground in the moutain ranges. Hundreds, no thousands of rocks, the very earth trembled with mighty tremors.
The battle raged inside the mountain fortress of the Demon Giant. One hour, two hours, three. Years of back and forth fighting with the leigions of darkness had all come to this single battle, the only way to destroy the demon giant. So, the combined might of warriors from near and far, triumphed.
As the demon giant fell to the ground, it's very will to continue broken, as wel as it's body, many lives were extinguished. For as the Demon Giant fell to his knees, he used the last of his great will to cause Mount Hiradul to errupt upwards, bellowing black smoke into the sky.
The heroes ran from the mountain, all but one. Ryn'ntar Toro'eth. To this very day, the remains of the Ranger Ryn'ntar Toro'eth are encased, as the Demon Giant was before, in thick polished obsidian. He had acheived the final honor of the Du'ellofar, the one Lady T'omarowee had invisioned from the moment he had entered her city.
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Many Years Later
The opulent convoy of Duke Gerald Eff'ngham rolled it's way southward, between the mountains and through the valleys that marked the ending of Tiran and the beginning of it's neighbor, Southland. The inhabitants here were strange, nomdadic people who travelled with the game of their lands. They loved the land, worshipped it, almost as if it were the god of the church. To Duke Gerald Eff'ngham they were disgusting creatures, barely humans, but certainly nothing to be ashamed of exploiting.
Behind him, the ranks of bronze skinned chattel labored in chains, to follow the convoy of wagons, the dust of the wagons the only thing in their mouths. The Demon Giant was dead, but in ome human beings, the evil lived on, for there was no peace on earth. No quarter given to some innocents. No peace.
No one knows exactly what happened to the duke, but what is known is that he was never seen or heard from again. Something must be done. The murder of King Eff'ngham's nephew Gerald could not go unanswered and so Tiran answered, with spear and shield and the horns of war.
No quarter was given. No peace since the day Duke Gerald Eff'ngham's head was smashed into a rock, his convoy destroyed and the slaves freed. The horns of war have sounded, the line in the sand drawn and the fighting has begun. Pick your side. Stop the war? Or continue it? The fate of Tiran of Southland and of the entire world rests in the hands of heroes now. You decide.
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Rules!
- No god modding. You cannot control anyone else's character.
- NPC characters such as The King, Father Abbot and The Demon Giant are playable by all, but cannot be your main character.
- Realistic names, these are important. Having Trouble? Here's a name generator for you to use. http://rinkworks.com/namegen/
- Characters can be on opposing sides, but players cannot fight each other's characters, take it out on the NPCs dammit!
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