Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Roland and the Avaleurian army began to finish off the Fiin, as most of them had wised up and started to flee. He prayed that this would be over soon... He had a sick feeling in his gut that things were not right in town. Why didn't he take Ethan with him and leave Ralof to guard the town. "Goodness, I am such a fool." he said to himself. He had been having problems handling Ethan, so why would he not keep him close? That may have been a horrible mistake.
Maureth knew the battle was over. Why should he stick around? Instead, he recalled a technique that was apparantly high ranking in his old home. *My old home? Where's that?* he asked himself. He tossed away the thought, then used the technique. The energy from the plants around him were leeched out and given to Maureth, replenishing and healing his body. He felt something... off about the situation. Like maybe another bloodbath was rising. Maureth remembered yet another technique, a teleportation. With it, he teleported away fromt this bloodbath and into Avaleur, surprised at what he saw.
Yemet saw the man teleport away, to where he did not know. Yemet looked over at the fight, analyzing it. It was over. The demon just needed to kill the 'god' and it'd all be over. Yemet looked at his men and ordered them back to the stone, where they started making their way back towards the city.
Sani took advantage of the distracted Goria and flew down to end this. The 'god' never even saw it coming. With a snap of his jaws and a gush of flame, Sani ripped the sould of the god into two pieces, which then shattered into oblivion. With a sigh, Sani flew up and away to the other four Great Ones who were waiting on the mountain. "When everybody is off of the isle, we must bring it down so none may ever discover it." He said, wishing that it didn't have to be true.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Rez's mind was self destructing. He was losing control and he had passed the point of shutting it down. He grasped his head as he tried to force himself into a state of slumber. There was a large pink cloud from his bag of sleeping powder. It wasn't working at first but finaly with a flinch that looked like he was shoot in the back with an arrow, he fell to the ground unconscious. A thunderous boom echoed from his body.
Post by Namari Lovelle on May 3, 2012 8:49:40 GMT -5
(( Alright, I'm posting this for those who do not know if this is ended or not. I have tried contacting Dadramora/Goria about the battle, but sadly he has not been online in some time. So, I will just say that the battle has ended, Goria dead. I am saying this because many members have plans for after the war, and are very hesitant on starting those plans due to not knowing what happens. I am sorry for this taking so long, I was just in hopes that he would contact me. I appologize, everyone have a great day! ))