Just another glorious day in the 'hood
It was early morning in the vallenwood, the sun shining brightly through
the trees, warming the area and causing a soft, misty fog to roll over the
area.
Mercerion stood quietly near the yinn commander from Justice, gripping his
weapons tightly, watching for any signs of his targetted foes. The wind
quite suddenly picked up, and a shadow flew over head. Mercerion looked to
the skies, anticipating a foe, and was met with a warming sight, the divine
messenger Elisyian. The angel swept to the ground amidst the patrol, and
was greeted with praise. Suddenly, the forest was dead silent, not a single
creature stirred save the combatants, even the wind was still.
Mercerion gripped his katana and tanto, scanning the fog intensely, looking
for his foes. Dragons were supposed to be around here, two chromatics if
the reports were correct. As Mercerion scanned the area, quite suddenly the
ground shook with two horrible roars.
Mercerion clutched his weapons and stood ready to hold his position with the
yinn commander and the angel. He had hardly noticed the quiet entrance from
another yinn assassin and small mage. Mercerion lowered his head quickly,
praying to Nadrik for strength, and when he loked up, he was met with a
ferocious sight. A red dragon had grouped with a blue dragon, and they were
soaring at the patrol, the lust for battle shining in their eyes. They came
crashing to the ground and lept upon the Angel, striking viciously with
claws and teeth. Mercerion engaged the red dragon, known as Arc'lighter,
his katana and tanto flashing with their imbued holyness with every strike.
Thrakhath was swinging massive hammers, some of which were Mercerion's size,
and struck the red with crushing force, shattering and damaging scales as he
went. The corrosive smell of magic was in the air as Tisenel threw spell
after spell at the red, eventually lowering his magical protections. At
this point, the blue fled for his life, and the angel rejoined the patrol
against the red, summoning for the power of the sun. Mercerion kicked a
cloud of dirt into the red's eyes as he attempted to gate away from the
combat, and was forced to flee. The patrol gave chase, but to no avail, the
red had escaped.
A few moments later the blue known as Siaxsid returned, and engaged the
patrol, biting viciously at Thrakhath. Thrakhath counted by smashing the:
dragon on the side of the jaw, freeing himself, while Mercerion again
utilized clouds of dirt to disrupt the dragon's vision. The Angel again
summoned the sun's power and started to obliterate the blue, causing
horrendous damage, while Tisenel and Darlen teamed up to weaken the dragon
through spells and pressure points. Mercerion's weapons glinted with holy
wrath as he struck the dragon, simulating Thrakhath in the use of heavy
hammers and maces, using them to crack the dragon's scales. Justice's
warband used ever trick they could right alongside Mercerion, weapons,
spells, and scales flew in every direction as the battle raged through the
forest, uprooting trees and eart as they went Siaxsid managed to break away
and flee for his life, only to be cut off by the dragon and pincered by whe
warband and Mercerion. Elisyian raised her hand and smote the blue dead,
with the wrath of the sun.
After that, the warband left for icewall, and smote members of greystoke in
a swift and holy stroke.
The battle wasn't over however, as Mercerion went back to Gareth to gather
squires Vey, Moraen, and Renetar to assault the Citadel.
The long patrol was set, and the had crossed the wastelands of frostania,
shivering from the cold. Mercerion looked up at the spire of the Citadel,
the Horde's colors flying high over it, and prayed to Nadrik, vowing to take
the keep for the light, and in His honor. Mercerion gave a quick nod to the
patrol, eager to get started inside and out of the cold. The patrol
consisted of himself, Acthus, Salinor, and Tegyr, the usual keep runners as
of late. The patrol dove into the keep, coming to a locked door, which
wasn't unexpected, and began making quick work of the guards. Acthus pulled
the key and unlocked the door, running off to set off the sinking platform.
Quite suddenly the floor fell, and the patrol, minus Acthus, was caught
fighting guards in a lower level. Mercerion worked the lever furiously
trying to raise the wall so Acthus could come through, and eventually he
did, and the patrol moved to its next set of guards.
Acthus again pulled the key, and the patrol repeated its previous proccess,
moving on to the last set of guards. At this set, Tegyr grabbed the key,
and they scrambled into the Citadel's spire, climbing with the greatest of haste.
They gathered themselves and dove in to combat the lord, and the lord was
ready for them, dealing massive cleaving blows that sent the patrol
sprawling. The knights continued to fight valiantly, despite being tossed
about the throne room like feathers on the wind, striking hard and fiercely.
Mercerion and Tegyr wrestled with the lord, trying to gain the upper hand,
and keep him on his back, while Acthus and Salinor used maladictive magics
to weaken him. Eventually the lord struck down Salinor, and then Acthus,
leaving Tegyr and Mercerion to fend for themselves against him. Mercerion
was beginning to weaken, and the lord saw this and stuck hard at Mercerion,
scoring a hit through Mercerion's armor. Mercerion felt himself falling to
the ground, losing sense of his surroundings and then he was lying on his
back, looking up at the lord, who struck down on Mercerion with a
hammerblow, killing him. Mercerion awoke in the altar room next to his
compatriots, all of whom the Lord Nadrik had graciously protected and
transported their gear with their spirits. It all depended upon Tegyr now,
who managed to successfully bring down the lord of the citadel and have him
pledge his loyalty to Gareth. The Knights and the Long Patrol had
succeeded.