The Great Loch Clans of Mithraleeth - A War RP

[POMC S117]

A small cave was about half a mile away.

[Nova]

ANaril looked at the cave, pondering what may await there; "Get to the cave!" He yelled to his men.

[POMC S117]

The men ran. A few of them fell.

[Nova]

Spoiler:

Come on! Am I a guinea pig of this realm? This got to end soon...

Anaril made it to the cave, he dashed in, sword drawn. He inspected the area, looking for signs of danger.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

I'm assuming that he took about 4 minutes. Say they can run 100m in thirty seconds (armour weighs them down) and there are 800 metres in half a mile.

Everyone had minute knives stuck in them. Most hadn't penetrated the skin but they still hurt. The people who had fallen now had hundreds of the tiny daggers in them. They were bleeding. The cave appeared safe, however jagged rocks jutted out from the walls. It wasn't large enough to fit everyone in.

[Nova]

Spoiler:

I hate you.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Post dammit!

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Suddenly, Crumaro came to.

"Where am I?"

[The-Shadow-One]

Femrash Vhryyjk approached Crumaro. "Listen to the howls, You will say why you brought us to the cave." He whispered, His arm changed to his wolf forms. "We are not students."

[Nova]

Spoiler:

I don't know what Anaril should do!

"Up my ass." Vamorus muttered under his breath.

[POMC S117]

The rain soon went away.

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"The cave? The cave? You mean the city!" asked Crumaro.

[Nova]

Anaril stepped outside, looking at the sky. He was glad it was other, but he was still disugsted by this world enough to make him hurry. He made sure the injuries are treated before setting out.

[POMC S117]

A few of the men had bled to death. The others were injured and cautious. They pressed on regardless. To much cheering, they made it out of the mountains.

[Nova]

Anaril looked around, he searched for the tornado or the source of the bloody portal.

[The-Shadow-One]

Femrash Vhryyjk smiled. "Tell us, Now!" He almost howled the last word.

[POMC S117]

The tornado was about twenty miles away. As they came closer, they saw a small camp of Daemons.

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"If you shout at my patient once more, I'll have to ask you to leave." said the healer, listening awkwardly.
"I brought you to the city because I had to tell you something! The city is the birthplace of Norkel! The Daemon Lord!" exclaimed Crumaro. "He's the cause of all these Vortexes! Long ago, before the empire, Norkel enslaved half of the world! Even the mighty Ael'uvah were conquered. A band of warriors, calling themselves The Group, managed to banish Norkel, with the help of our great god Lokve. Norkel was banished to the Void for eternity. The Nine Anchors were placed in his city of birth. Someone, something has destroyed them! Norkel is returning! You cannot let the Daemonic armies reach the Obelisk! If they do, they will be able to pull Norkel through from the Void!"

[Nova]

"That's what we are doing." Vamours commented with a smirk.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

It just puts a little perspective on how big this is. Before this, you thought that the worst that would happen to you if you lost was that your homes would be burnt down and that your families would be slain. Now, if you lose, the world's going to be f*cked.

[Nova]

Spoiler:

Just a tiny pinch of humour, a grasp of POMC's [&@%!] and a tea spoon of "I don't care".

The archers began firing at the Daemon camp as the others charged.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

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Spoiler:

From about twelve miles away?

[Nova]

Spoiler:

Well you did say that as they got closer, but okay.

The men approached the Daemon camp.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

They are about twelve miles away. I believe that's the range at which you can see (due to the way that the world curves).

About 150 Daemons were at the camp. They were heavily armoured.

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The Daemons on the eastern side began to march towards the human camps.

[Nova]

The commanding officers ordered their men to get ready, they yelled to the other leaders; "Prepare yourself!"

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Spoiler:

150!? FFS, you said I will destroy this portal. Might aswell march my men out of here.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Wait, I'm forgetting about the ones you killed.

There were about seventy Daemons in the camp. Twenty Daemons were surrounding the tornado, chanting madly in a brutal tongue.

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The Third Legion armoured up and prepared for battle.

[Nova]

As Anaril's men apporached, they made sure to be very sneaky. They readied their weapons, awaiting the bloodshed that will happen.

[POMC S117]

The Daemons, with their acute senses, noticed the approaching army. They had grabbed their weapons.