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 So did Reality Strike the Chaos (DR vs. NV) 
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Post So did Reality Strike the Chaos (DR vs. NV)
ooc: gentlemen, you'll have to excuse my tardiness for the thread, as well as not having the starting stats, NV has 1 less kingdom and was roughly 80k high in GNW, if anyone refutes this feel free to post correct stats. thx. /ooc

So Hell was raised when the silence blazed,
with Isonian blood of quiet chaos, beings came with cages in hand,
eyes burning with Darden's fevor, to tear into the bosom of the goddess,
and take the heart of her faith, the chosen ones, the
Nyamafu Vurumaiso that she may weep and wail their loss.

Did Darden's hand wrought with demons, reach out toward her lands, in the dead of night, hearts held tight, did demons feast upon the purple cloths and reddened hearts, sniffing the blood in the air like dogs, howling in sheer ectasy at the carnage about them. Burn they did, warrior and child alike, tearing down all that could be rent asunder, so that all signs pointed to Darden's wraith, so there would be no mistaking. These jungle men, wild and warlike, felt the fear of the night reach into their hearts, and slowly, with agony abound, twist their beating hearts into stillness.

Now did the Isonian warriors regroup, those who had escaped the initial caging, eyes burning with hatred, and dissappear in the shadows, waiting for their moment, to extract their revenge. Darden stood on the field steeped in glory, the war was far from over, but his minions had brought a smile to his ancient visage. Tonight was the night of Chaos, of the Demonic Reality, steeped in war and glory, Honor riding the field alone on a steed of purest night, silently reaping with his scythe all that stood before him, allowing them a glimpse of his faceless form moments before their lives were forfeit. Indeed the men fell like leaves, the spires burned away in a sea of fire, leaving those few soldiers that manned the broken husks, to be torn apart by the waves of hungry demons that poured through.

Those that held the reigns of terror, black figures off in the distance, watched amid crushing silence. Their eyes fixed toward those kingdoms that lay black in the night, those that had no fires coming from their markets or temples, very soon...they would feel Darden's hand again.

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Mon Nov 10, 2003 12:27 am
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Beetlejuice recieved his orders and gathered his troops in preparation for the burning and plundering of the enemies villages. It hadn't been too long ago Beetlejuice and his lands were on the receiving end of a war, now it was their turn to launch and offensive.

Beetlejuice looked over his orders and he agreed in the strategy designed by his leaders. He called the leaders of his scouts to his chamber and gave them their orders. The scouts went out into the night and retrieved their information and burned all along their way.

Beetlejuice was pleased at this and told them to stand watch, their work was done this night. He then sent orders to his mages to launch their assaults on the enemies kingdom and bring them to their knees. He knew his lands were not strong enough to launch an all-out war offensive, so he would weaken them, strike at the heart and then go for the meat.

Beetlejuice sat back and recieved the results of his mage's works, and he was most pleased. He told them to rest for the night, for tomorrow would bring more challenges and a retalliation from the enemy. He told his people to ready themselves, for this was only the beginning, he knew there would be no guarantees come tomorrow.

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Ahhh, the thrill of the hunt. Taldric reveled in it, though this wanton slaughter could only be considered a hunt in the most demented sense of the word. Yet, the cacophony of death that reached his ears was blissful none-the-less. Darden feasted upon innumerable heathen souls this night, and the crows would be well fed for weeks. The bitch goddess' followers had witnessed chaos at its zenith, and this was good in the demon's tainted sight. There was no joy amongst the living, he could only find peace among the ranks of corpses. There were plenty of them now.

Not only was Darden pleased as the wails of the dying swept across teh plains, but Taldric was as well, for it meant that his empire was expanding. With every acre, more peasants were brought beneath his iron grip, which meant more slaves for his necromancers and sorcerors to use in their blood magicks. A haze of death would hover over his dominion for some time, and his gargantuan war machine would not only be able to tread on but would grow stronger. The demon would be able to continue busying himself with raining death down upon the infidel which filled the void he so often felt in his tormented soul.

As the battle waged, Taldric could ever be found in the thick of things, his ebon sword festooned in gory ichor. When the demon reached a knot of resistance, the barbed claws he held in his left hand would join in the fun with its larger brother. While those it touched might live longer than those that faced the massive blade, they were left dead just as surely. Taldric looked back on the faces of those he had killed from time to time, taking in the looks of surprise or darkest agony, those who had died by his sword or claws. He knew the second of those looks all to well, the demon supposed, but in the end dead was dead, was it not? Much to their honor, their souls would go to Darden. The puckered wounds that marred their bodies seemed to smile in thanks. Unfortunately, it was an honor that the demon knew his own death would not grant him, he would belong to the ilk of Isonia or Foret...so he would not allow himself to die....

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Mon Nov 10, 2003 7:22 pm
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The night brought blood and the day brought destruction.

Beetlejuice watched his lands prepare themselves for the raid that night knowing that his people were more than prepared to lay down their lives for him and his people. They began with the scouts going out and finding out all they could of the enemy. The information was gathered, the messages sent to the officials of the guilds to get conformation for an attack.

Beetlejuice recieved his conformation and told the men to ready themselves for the night would be long. The men raised their swords to Beetlejuice in acknowledgment and set off into the night.

The battles raged and the intensity of the night thickened. Many men left for the fight, and only a few were lost. That night the enemy was overwelmed by Beetlejuice's men and this brought a smile to his face.

He knew that not only did his men serve him to their fullest, but they did it with little casualty. He immediately told the men to rest up and had the builders begin building on the new lands. He then readied his messages for the leaders in the guild and set them off to report the great news and recieve any further orders he may be given.

The night brought blood, and this day brought rewards.

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Was it true? Did the Dardens of DR and the Isonians under NV still war with eachother? Amerie ventured out to the local news station and checked on the recent accounts of this war. Surely these folks weren't attacking eachother again. Especially after peace between both their guilds had been publically declared three days ago.

Furthermore, the Isonians of NV were marching with all of their faithmates against the one Foret guild called The Grand Adepts. Amerie stood at the news station comparing the dates and shook her head.

It seemed more like one of these folks were submitting false public war reports regarding a war long-since over now. Perhaps one of them wanted to make it seem as though they still marched against the other. But why would they do that? Of course no one would believe it now, not after the guildmasters had agreed to peace with eachother, declared such openly, and the Isonians were off fighting a bitter battle with the Foret clan of TGA.

Like so many wars, Amerie would have to wait and see what the next news reports of this battle had to say.

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oot: send any actions against your guild from DR to me, I will look into it, or have your GM/AGM contact me if this is an urgent issue, they know how to get ahold of me. /oot

So sitting down at the long tables of peace did the Dardenites cut with jagged tooth the reluctant parchment that lay before them. It seemed the Forets ruined most of their fun these days, a fact that had not slipped by any who led guilds of different faiths these days.

Perhaps the day of Foret and his ilk had, like the ages, waned and the gods, forgotten for so long, his kin would rear their ugly head and displace his throne of certainty with one made of fire and ash. Indeed it remained to be seen, but soon would come the maelstrom in which all would be reduced to dust if only to see that knowledge did not win over disorder, and that the wars that plagued this land be harbringers of chaos, not omnipotent whim.

This would be mark against the tides, soon forged with steel, cutting roughly through the mighty oaks, all would hear its fall.

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Mon Nov 17, 2003 2:37 am
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