OOC--against the unnumbered hordes of Dimindium the Dark Lord.

IC-- Drask continued to fly around, distracting the enemy: for who wouldn't be distracted by a large angry dragon flying around your usurped base? Scores of quivers of arrows were emptied in his direction, none of them striking home--unless you counted arrows bouncing off scales as hits.

The WarAngels had been held up for a moment: a troll had appeared before them, and had been named by others as Bal'Cruz'Ir, the sacrificial troll. Someone had crept through the ranks of the foe to slay a number of crossbow wielders in the towers that Drask himself had not reduced to rubble. They would make towards the pseudo-minotaur, a construct of dead flesh and acid, with a mind as simple as any golem. A mind that could still outthink a living minotaur. It was surrounded by a cadre of very large trolls, much the same as Bal'Cruz'Ir.

Wind not borne of nature buffetted the dragon's wings in an attempt to send him headlong into the dirt and dust. This magik tasted of Dimindium's taint, and thus would not be wielded by human hand. This was ogre magik. Looking down with his keen draconic vision, Drask espied perhaps eight ogre magi. One had its face uplifted, its hands outstretched, and its aura pulsating with a foul tincture of dark magiks. Drask knew which would be his target.

There were ships, but those were only of secondary importance to the Dragon mage: they were not attacking him. This time, he did not dive with folded wings: that would lessen his control, and he must have control, though he himself had sought after Power. He looked to his pack--Yes, even dragons carry packs on their backs--and he found what had been humming at the edge of his mind since they'd left the Mountain of Power and Control. The fire mage dragged the Powerstone out of his pack and held it, thrumming, in his foreclaw.

Lightning flickered back and forth between the Powerstone and Thornfire. Drask pumped his wings to speed his descent into a tainted paradise. Blood still dripped from his mouth. Winds pummeled him, and he fought back against them without even thinking. They were not his greatest concern. A shadow fell across the offending ogre-mage.

It looked up to see a raging dragon closing on him far too quickly for any safety. His face would always hold a place in Drask's treasured memories of priceless expressions. Red lightning crackled back and forth between staff and stone. Ashes of ogre settled to the dust upon which he had stood.

The dragon, enraged, strafed the imp training ground, letting fire and lightning flash upon the hard-tramped earth, creating havoc and chaos amongst his foes. Some tried to stick their weapons into his soft wings, but the wind they produced in the down-stroke only knocked them to the ground.

The wind let up, and the dragon returned to the skies, having sown more than enough panic and confuzzion in the ranks of his foes to allow an easy entry for his clansmen. He winged his way towards the ship, allowing the dark song of the Powerstone to sing through his magik.

OOC--Roman. In the history of the Quest (as far as the online part of it goes), the Garden has never been invaded... good to see old member posting again. And did you get that post that I sent you...? The one I found on my comp from about three years ago?

Oh, and I'm about to finish another section of my story... Should be done and typed up within a week, and then in another two it ought to be up on elfwood. *dances because no one's watching him yet*

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A darker dream
That has no ending
That's so unreal
You believe that it's true.
A dance of death--
Out of a mystery tale--
The frightened princess
Doesn't know what to do...
Will the ghosts go away?
Will she will them to stay?
Either way, there's no way to win...

They were ready to invade. The troll could move about at will, and knew it's way around the enemy camp. The rest, having been made invisible, would follow the troll to the acid-minatour. If the trolls guarding it tried to stop them, they would bust their way through. All was ready.

Wait.
It didn't make sense.
Why would they want to fight this minatour? Shouldn't they try to avoid it? It was the seceret weapon of the bad guys that the bad guys would try to make the atw fight. It was one more obstacle that should be avoided if they were able.
Instead, it made sense to dispatch with the leaders, then get to the relative safety of the houses as soon as possible. From there they could make plans to disperse the leaderless army. And they would have the help of the three angles, extra strength from being in the houses.

Tam voiced these thoughts. There were a few objections, what if they let the minatour loose and we encountered it while there were others around? Wouldn't it be best to dispose of it just in case?
"True, we will have to face it eventually before we can fully take the island back, and we may find it on our way out from killing their leaders, but if we run into it there, we could evade it, and we can easily find a better time to attackit once their leaders are dead. The evil army will be incredibly unorganized then."
So it was decided that the enemy leaders were the first priority, and when they were leaving, they would signal Drask to make possible their escape into the houses. Everyone but the troll was made invisible. The troll began to lead them to the enemy commanders.

The troll. ßal'Cruz'Ir. Tam had heard some about him from Romu on one of the nights they had spent together, sipping fuzzy liquids and smoking in the crisp night air while the rest of their bretheren slept. Tam thought back, trying to remember what he had been told about ßal'Cruz'Ir as the troll lead them past the outer edge of the enemy camp.
The troll had been recruited by Vaelot. He was smart for a troll, which is to say smart enough to realize that he was in fact a troll and therefore incredibly stupid. He was extremely devoted to the Alliance, and, knowing it's own stupidity, did whatever the other War Angels told him. He also had an intense desire for destruction, and would go into a blood rage and kill anything in his path. And the path cut by the 12 foot, 1600 pound raging troll was often quite wide and quite bloody.
They were in the thick of the enemy camp by now, being lead towards the enemy commanders by ßal. Off to the left, an orc who was watching the dragon high up in the sky bumbed into another orc. A fight broke out, and within seconds, the first orc was dead. Dead, yet in such a different way than ßal'Cruz'Ir, thought Tam. The troll had died when AtW had been confronted with forces too great for them to defeat. The intensity of the blood rage, his desire to kill the enemies facing the alliance, and the failure to comprehend a way to do so or to be told a way to do so by his bretheren had caused ßal to spontaneously combust. He had exploded, killing all the enemies around them.
Now he was a ghost, leading them deeper within the enemy army, towards those in charge. The only physical part left were his troll tusks, too strong to be destroyed. ßal needed them back to enter the house of Vaelot. Now, he was consigned to wander the garden. He had been recruited by Vaelot, but never officially initiated, and therefore could not enter the house. The troll tusks, his last physical remains, were needed to complete his initiation and allow him into the house. Not that the garden was so bad, or had been before it was invaded, but Tam could understand the troll's need for a house and home. The last anyone had known, Drask had been carrying the tusks. For ßal'Cruz'Ir's sake, I hope he still carries them, thought Tam, as they approached the enemy headquarters.

Tam watched ßal'Cruz'Ir simply walk through the door to the headquarters without opening it. Then the door swung open, opened by one of his invisible comrades. He ran through, to find the guards inside already killed, their life force leached away by the ghost troll. When there had been time for everyone to get inside, the door was closed, separating them from the army, and the invisibility spell was released. The angels were all now in the enemy headquarters, ready to ambush the commanders, and take the head away from this fell beast.

Wait, wa-wa-wait...Hold up, you're telling me we're following the GHOST of a TROLL into the camp of the enemy...no, wait, even better, their fuckin' HEADQUARTERS!?!

oh. right.
Word.

Romulus busted in behind the troll and found the entire room lifeless. The troll's spirit had drained them. Romulus heaved a sigh of disapointment. Talk about anti-climatic.

Slowly the room filled with the other angels. They bumped into each other a lot because they were still all invisable, but thankfully no one got a sword in the eye.

"How's Drask doin'?" Romulus asked. One of the window shades myseriously opened. Sunlight streaming through turned opaque as Xandim, invisable, peered outside.

"Uh... he's...well...."

"Out with it boy!"

"Uh, well Sir...he's making quite a mess."

Romulus pushed himself through an invisable crowd, (a lot harder than it sounds--and pretty freaky if you think about it), and looked for himself.

Quite a mess? No. Not a mess. A disaster. The dragon's temper had flared. Several fires littered the garden, deep scorch markes trenched the grounds. The Armies of Darkness ran, helter-skelter--

"--to hell in a hand basket...god damn you Drask..." Romulus muttered, and then "BOOM!" as the dragon let loose another fireball.

"Oh, well that's okay...I've been meaning to redo that part anyway..."




***Knowledge without Goodness is Dangerous
and Goodness without Knowledge is Weak.***

OOC - or is it... fight? i dont know wat any more

IC- "vAl?"
"yea?"
"one of these days, you're going to trip up on those robes of yours, especialy when you're invisible"

Your mother always told you that you had better be careful of your robes when you are invisible. As a child would say, "Look at the funny man falling over when we can't see him!"

Such beloved childhood memories flooded thru the mind of the vAl, of his little boy dyas when he would learn to walk around while invisible, and not trip over his robe. He would do it along with the various other little elf mage- boys and elf -mage girls, and it was a lot of fun , and they played many games involving invisible things and others things that were not so invisible.
Invisible was one of the favorite things of the old granpa mage. Not so grand pa, but in comparision to everyone else here save tAm lYn , who had been alive even longer than the vAl.

well.
they were somewhere familiar now at least.
Tam, being the smart one and having exceptional skill and experience in fighting Dark Armies on a 2000-to-1 basis, had given a very wise decision for eveyrone else to follow.
It was good, for fighting things 2000- to - 1 was never a pleasant thing to do
well at least not for the 1 person.
Its such an unfair world, even walkin in the shadows of light.

"So wheres this big brain we need to detach????" asked vAl of the b4lcruisr..

It was silent and kept moving forward, causing many a stumbling of feet and armmor and of course, robes.

OOC- h33

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For Altair~

OOC- I DONT READ LEET. WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

IC-- Lywen, now invisible, crouched low behind Romulus and Xandim. Lyta shivered at her side. poor wolf...She's hungry . thought Lywen. But the wolf understood she wasnt getting anything to eat until Romulus or vAl gave the signal to attack. Drask, the dragon and the first quester Lywen had met, was flying around outside attacking Dimindium's forces with fire. Lywen thought about when she was growing up with the elves. When she and her "sisters" Tevye, a fire mage (like Drask), and Ansali, a water mage, used to practice their magic down by the stream near their home. Tevye and Lywen would cast firebals and Ice-balls and watch them annhilate each other in spectacular bursts of steam. Ansali would make the water rise into a peak and Lywen would freeze it there. Then Tevye would unfreeze it. Lywen missed them...a lot. she sighed, only to be elbowed by Romulus. I have to stop thinking she told herself. Now, She focused all of her energy on getting ready for this fight.

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When I close my eyes I can see forever...