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There were endless years of fighting raging on across the world involving vast armies of man fighting for various Kingdoms and various beliefs. Unfortunately, there was one man who saw the need to bring upon the death of the human race, one man with immense casting powers that did a full-blow to humanity. This man known only was Eldgor cast a spell which brought upon vast armies from deep within Hell itself, vast armies of blood-thirsty killers bearing heavy swords, shields and various weapons. A large opening in the Earth allows the vast armies to flow onto the surface and opens the gates to Hell itself. Now, with all the fighting continuing to rage on, humanity has now begun to see the age of a new enemy, the warriors from deep within Hell.

Humanity itself has only small divisions of forces left representing the vast amounts of Kingdoms and people. There stands only one true militia force, one feared throughout the lands: the Izuck. This brute force consists of manpower in the millions, the last true force united under one belt, unfortunately the King sees little need to start a war, and now the human Kingdoms are left to fend for themselves. Only pocketfuls of divisions and guerilla-warfare groups are left to stand against the warriors of Hell, humanity is truly in its darkest and grimmest hour.

RULES:

You control a Kingdom, or a soldier of one. Or, you can control a small, rebel group consisting of everything from Wizards to swordsmen to spearmen (Max of 120 men). Or, you can be a demon in the Army of Hell.

I control Izuck.

Describe your Kingdom if you make one, and remember, you can't really add onto it much, or your manpower, alliances must be made between you and other Kingdoms to mass manpower.

No God modding (Nuclear-type explosions)

No insane shit, like so far out there that it doesn't make sense or would be improbable.

No infinite ammo (Aka arrows, spears, etc)

No unreal technology (Like early-aged planes).

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My name is Kartah. Once, I was one of the Human Kingdom of Izuck's most powerful warriors.

I was a Paladin in Izucks most talented pool of fighters. My fellow warriors and I had traveled the world in search of the most deadly fighting arts in the world. We had been studying with the Shoalin monks for the past 3 years, when on our way back to Izuck, we came across the first of the Invading hellspawn. We retreated cross country, finally coming to a church in Rome to make our last stand, but as the demons came down upon us, the local clergy cursed us, condemning us to hell for bring the demons into his city.

The demons came down upon us, and as we died, we could feel the old priests curse start up. We woke up in the middle of the burning ashes of Rome. We woke with an unquensiable thirst in our mouth, as well as an undeniable hatred for all of humanity in our hearts. We had become the most feared of humanities enemies. We were vampires, the living dead. We were endowed with superhuman speed and strength, as well as our being almost impossible to kill in a battlefield situation. As long as no one could get threw our armor with a stake, or force us into sunlight, we were almost unbeatable.

My small force calles themselves Izucks Bane. We consist of 78 vampires. We all have armor and longswords, and half of us carry bow/arrows.

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A campsite in the Great Steppes...A band of mounted warriors had lined up in a planenx infront of a sole mounted warrior, which was obviously their leader. What was different was that they were mounted on wolves at the size of a bull...

"Once...in the Great Steppes of the East...when the grass was green, when the water was clear...lives us, the nomads of the Turan Kingdom. We ruled the Great Steppes, and even the Izuck feared us. Until the day...when hell broke loose...

I could still remember that day...the day when the damned Eldgor and his minions feld to the Great Steppes and opened the gates of hell, and brought chaos to humanity...

The Turan Kingdom was the first that crumbled under the minions of hell. I could still remember how our people had been tortured until the end of their lifes.

Before we were only preys for the predators of hell, but from now on...we shall become the hunters! I hereby swear that, us, the Fenris Riders, shall hunt down every single one of the vile creatures of hell, even at the cost of our lifes!"

"For Khan Qilan! For Khan Qilan!"

Following the roar the the warriors, the wolves all gives a long howl...

(OOC: I'm assuming that Izuck consist of the whole of Europe, and the Turan Kingdom controlling the Great Steppes in the east like the Mongols once did.

The Fenris Riders were 105 survivors from the 50,000 calvery of the Turan Kingdom. Khan Qilan had single-handedly defeated the leader of a Fenris wolfpack that attacked them, thus taming the whole pack, and the Fenris Riders is organized.

They all carry composite bows, and a variety of melee weapons and armor looted from the demons that they had slain. Khan Qilan himself carries a 2-handed executioner sword.)

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There are demons who create nightmares... and then there are demons created by nightmares.

Atrax robustus, aka the Sydney Funnelweb. A spider. Spiders have been around longer than man, longer than apes, longer than birds or lizards. They are truly ancient. And they cause fear. Perhaps inadvertantly, they terrify some creatures. And fear is power.

When the first spider first hatched from it's egg, it was merely another creature. When that spider's decsendents first killed a fly, or a maggot, that death was the first of many.

Over the centuries, the millenia that the spiders have existed; every single flash of pain, every single moment of death has seeped down. When the mice began to fear and the spiders began to build webs, these feelings were taken in by the entity first formed from the first death. Every single shriek of fear caused by a spider, every single sting of pain, every single pang of terror, every single moment of death has been drawn to this force of combined and concentrated fear, loathing, paralysis and death.

Atrax Robustus, the demon of the spider, steps out of the void. He is tall, over eight foot high. Probably due to the eight legs prodruding from his lower torso. Behind them a large, blue-black abdomen is held. In short, everything below the waist is a spider. Everything above is human but... warped. His skin is black, and is covered all over with a short, blue-black fur. His eyes are black, his pointed teeth are black, everything is black.

He stretches a long, clawed hand into the void. It is grasped by a far, far thinner one. As she emerges from the blackness, she steps gracefully up beside her companion. Her legs are just as long, but needle-thin. Her spider abdomen is smaller, and shinier. Over it's black skin a red hourglass is shaped. Latrodectus hesperus, the black widow. She makes a gesture, and her black skin melts away. Her legs crawl upwards into her abdomen and her eight-eyed face (so unlike her comrade's) vanishes in rippling skin. Beside the Atrax now stands a tall, angular, yet beautiful woman. Her pale skin and raven hair designed to set mortal hearts racing, she and he decsent into the world, and spiders everywhere listen for their command.

[OCC: Not bad eh? That's actually the second time I had to write that because _________ school computers didn't let me post. >:( ]

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Ragnar was sitting in his throne room, he was ponder what the priests had told him, they had said that the time for war has now come, although the gods and the waters around Sealand (the "capitol" island in Denmark) had protected his kingdom for so long, the priests had told him that Ordin and Tyr wanted him to go to war with the demons...

Ragnar's kingdom

Civilian population

100.000 on Sealand

1.500 huskarls

And a fleet of 200 longboats

Treasury:

100.000 mark silver

I hope that's not to much, but on the other hand it's not unrealistic

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Well I suppose someone has to start the ball rolling.

Sealand prospered. It was surrounded by water, and the trade boats flocked in, while the demons didn't bother. Most people lived comfortably.

A minor priest, new to the order, stood by the community shrine in one of the slightly less well off districts. He was praying... or at least, he thought he was. He was young, and on the way to the shrine had been distracted by the sight of three young women, standing together near a butcher's shop. He had, he realised, been tempted. And this was not the first time. Throughout his training and schooling he had always found that the others seemed more dedicated, somehow less human. And when he prayed, no god ever had answered.

Was it because they did not exist? Or because they had forsaken him? His fellows apparantly recieved divine messages all the time, ordering war with the demons.

The young priest stood up, and put his shoes back on. His business was done.

Suddenly he shouted! There was an intense pain in his foot. He leapt backwards with a cry, withdrawing his foot from the simple shoe. One of his toes was already purple and swollen, a bead of blood balanced on the end. The priest looked at the shoe, and as he did so, he was overcome by a sense of dread and terror. A black leg slowly emerged, followed by another. A huge, black spider crawled out of his show, and scuttled away beneath the shrine.

The priest lay there for some time, watching and wondering. The people began to whisper, and gathered into a crowd around him. Finally, the priest got up, calmly. He did not place his shoe back on, but limped with one foot bare, back to the Keep.

* * *

The shrine lay still, in the darkness of night. It was a simple construction, four wooden poles supporting a tiled roof above a simple pool of water that remained ever clear and fresh, never dirty. Never freezing in winter. Offerings from the simple folk lay around it. There was no sound at all.

Then the water rippled; and for just a moment it was possible to see a massive shape outlined in the moonlight, and a figure with both arms outstretched.

* * *

"It is an omen!" The baker's wife cried, looking down at the shrine, from a safe distance.

"Aye, a terrible omen." The son of the blacksmith agreed.

"Someone should tell the priests of the King." A small child suggested. A runner was dispatched immediately.

And as the crowd gathered, gossiped and talked about what a terrible omen it was, the pool of blood below the shrine's roof rippled and stirred.

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Qilan and his troops are standing on top of a hill. From here he could see a group of demons setting up camp near a river. Most of the demons were resting, with the exception of a few standing guard. He had tailed them for three days, and now it would be the time to strike them, under the cover from the starless night and the new moon.

After a long howl, the riders charges towards their enemy in formation...

The battle soon ended. The demons were either slaguthered under the blade or drowned in the river while escaping. The riders are now looting off the bodies of their fallen enemy. They found something strange though. Among the bodies of the orcs, there were some of the minotaurs also...

"Khan! Please have a look at this!"

A flag was presented infront of Qilan. One from the demons. This is just too brizzare...first orcs and minotaurs mixing, then a flag...

"We shall head west."

(OOC: 2 posts until reaching Izuck.)

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In the small town of Hagas in Eastern Europe, a large group of men had gathered around a bonfire.

"We must stop the terror that has been plauging this area. No one knows where it came from, but last week several members of the clergy in Trebold, 3 miles west, just dissapered. The next day, about 15 more people were gone. None of them were ever found, they just disapeared. Often there was a large pool of blood on the ground in the house of the people who had disapeared. At the beginning of the week, Trebold had about 400 people in it. Right now, there is a caravan of about 70 ir 80 refugees heading this way. These people are all that remains of Trebolds population. We MUST find out what is happening here, or we might be next. The refugees will be here in a minute. We need to prepare for their arrival."

"There is no need to prepare for usss." A voice hissed out of the darkness.

The Town elders and warriors spun around, but it was to late. The "refugees" from Trebold fell upon the town, followed by the fighters and warriors of Izucks Bane. Within hours, Hagas had been eliminated, and the vampires had increased their ranks yet again.

Izucks Bane had started as 78 well trained vampire warriors. There was now aver 200 more vampires ready to do the bidding of the Dark Lords...

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The horde continues to ride west. Suddendly all of the Fenris wolves halted and refused to move again. Relucantly, Qilan dismounted. Fenrir, the leader of the wolfpack, then moves towards Qilan and gave a low growl...

"There is a force outnumbering us heading here! Fenrir says that they don't smell evil though. Nevertheless, I don't want to take risks! Get into formation!"

The wolves lined up across the steppes, with their riders hiding behind them. Soon the force arrived. Seeing that the riders were missing, they started charging toward the wolves, assuming that the wolves were treatous and had killed their riders. As they reaches the range of the bows, the riders popped out from behind, with their bows fully drawn.

"Now halt there and declare yourself! We don't want unnecessary blood to be shed!" shouted Qilan with his bow aimed towards the leader of the force, who was leading the charge.

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Qilan give the troops a quick scan with his eyes. They still looked human. At least from his eyes they're still...Qilan then gestures his men to lower their bows.

"I'm Khan Qilan of the Fenris Riders. We were the survivors of the fallen Turan Kingdom. As you've seen, we're heading towards Izuck. There is something that your lord mught have intrest in."

Qilan then presents the flag towards the leader of the Izuck scouts.

"We've got this from a raid three days ago. From a band of orcs and minotaurs..."

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The horses... the horses were screaming! The innkeeper rushed down the wooden stairs, candle in hand. He had never heard such a racket! The horses were screaming in the stables below, they kicked the walls and thrashed in their stalls, the noise was deafening!

He rushed out into the street, noting the lighted windows in the other houses, and rushed around to the doors of the stable. His eldest son, nineteen, was just opening them, and together they hauled the first of the large wooden doors aside.

The innkeeper leapt out of the way, as a mare bolted from behind the door. It knocked his son aside, and dashed away down the street, sparks flying from the iron shoes. The innkeeper forgot it, and hurried over to his boy, who was lying on the cobbles with blood running from his head.

He checked for a pulse... it was steady. Thank Tyr! A door opened across the street, and a large man stepped out.

"Quickly! Over here!" The Innkeeper called. As the man jogged over, he stood up. "Please, get him inside the inn, I need to tend to the horses." So saying, he headed for the darkened stable, taking a torch from the wall as he went. As he entered, the first thing that struck him was the sight of the horses. They frothed at the mouth, their eyes rolled wildly and they tossed their heads and screamed in terror. He had never seen then so afraid.

But if they were so terrified, why was it only one mare had broken the flimsy door and got out? He looked up for a second, as a shadow moved. He gasped, as he saw a huge hole in the ceiling. It was jagged, and let in the moonlight. But... he was sure it hadn't been there a moment ago.... but he would have heard the sound of it being made, even above the noise of the horses; which it seemed, were now calming down. He stared upwards as he walked across, and began to calm the closest mare, who was cut from the struggles in the compartment. There was a scream from outside!

Rushing for the door, the innkeeper was just in time to see a shadow disappear behind two houses. The man from across the way was gone. But more importantly, his boy was still there! Breathing a sigh of relief, the innkeeper decided that the horses weren't all that important, and dragged his son inside. Bolting the door. Sealand was no longer safe at night.

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Alrighty after constant annoyances from Vilgent im gonna join up. Happy Vil? :)

Kindom of: Arden

King: Lord Meathos

Height 5'10

Hair: Long brown, unshaven face

Eyes: Green

Relations: Cousin of King Baleck of Izuck

Weapon: Sword with gold work along the blade and desighns along the length.

The Kindom of Arden is located in New Zealand. The Kings fortress/castle is on a huge cliff over looking the plains. Mountais are in view far in the distance and forest aswell.

Arden warriors are skilled warriors and stratigists.

As night falls over Arden evil lurks........

Crash Crash Crash, the sounds of boats hitting the shore*

Hundreds of boats hit the shores of Arden as Demons flood out like a plague. Thousands of demons line up and walk in formation carring torches, suited up in armor and carring melee weapons of all sorts they march.....

As all is quiet at the City of Zorengard a lone horsemen canters twords the city.....

The horsemen approaches the gate the gate is opened as he blows past at full speed. He reaches the Palace he runs inside and to the throne room*

Scout: M'LORD! DEMONS TO THE EAST!

King Meathos: How many?

Scout: As far as I could see M'lord must be hundreds if not thousands.....

King: Full Alarm set the archers on the walls ,

Ready the soldiers, set the catapults , seal the gate, and prepare for hells legions......

The archers flood up to the top of the walls and wait. everybody waits...........

a few hours later....

thud...thud....thud...thud continues as the evil creatures march in.

Archer: Oh my god......

The demons flood in and stop all waiting growling.

The leader on a horse unleashes his sword and raises it high,

a defining ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR echos throught the land....

He shoots his sword forward and the demons charge!

King Meathos gets to the wall and gazes at the charging wave of death...

STEADY.....STEADY....ALMOST....NOW FIRE!

Hundreds of arrows fly out and take down row after row of demons this continues for a while as hundreds of demons fall to the ground as the rest trample over the dead demons.

LIGHT ARROWS!

the archers light there arrows and flaming arrows fly out and take down more and more demons, the wave keeps comming.

FIRE CATAPULTS!

The catapults are fired and huge bolders are hurled into the air and come hurddleing down and crash to the ground crushing huge groups of demons and keeps rolling and squashing.

An arrow hits the archer next to King Meathos and he falls over the wall and falls over the wall. Another arrow flys past King Meathoses head. Another arrow comes zooming ....... M'LORD!!!!

A soldier grabs his king and spins him so he is in front of the king and the arrow strikes him and blood gushes out of his mouth..

fight hard....my king.....

King Meathos heads down the wall and goes to the ground and gets on his white horse. He sets on his helmet and takes out his sword. The men wait as the demons crash into the gate..

Crash ...Crash...Crash Crash...Crash........CRASH! as the door flys down and demons flood in like water....

King Meathos: FOR ARDEN!!!!!!!!!!!

The soldiers charge and the first rows of each crash into eachother and they start fighting...

Meathos runs at demons and decapatates a few as he rides by and kills some more. He sees the enemy leader and runs at him....

The leader demon charges too, they collide and fall off there horses, they get into a sword fight and the demon stabs Meathos through the sholder where his armor was not.... Meathos spins around and cuts off the demons arm, slits his chest open and with another swish chops off the demons head.

The battle rages on for hours until the last demon falls...

Meathos now covered in blood stands there and throws his sword into a nearby body, and sighs....

A man aproches,

M'Lord we have taken heavy losses but we have come out victorious.

Meathos nodds and the man walks away

Meathos stares off to the distance grabs his sword , puts it in his holster and turns to head into his fortress.

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A week or two later...


Baleck sighed, yet another irritating villager came into his throne room to complain about crops, his horse not liking him, or some other pointless detail. Nodding he continued to listen to this mindless dribble the man was moaning on about before his King. Suddenly, a man wearing the royal messenger uniform came busting on in.

Funny how they always think they can just walk on in...

"M'lord" he spoke catching his breath slightly, beads of sweat were coming down his forehead.

"M'lord...Your cousin...King Meathos of the Kingdom of Arden has been attacked by Demon forces." Looking at him without a real sense of care the King took a few seconds to breath before speaking.

"And I should care why..." A Priest by him stood up.

"Because, they are one of the last Kingdoms defending New Zealand...

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Even before the runners came, Ragnar knew about the growing terror in the land, his priests had told him already, and they had also told him that terror could only be defeatet by courage, and Ragnar knew that there were no place with more courage than the battlefield.

So hopeing to apease the gods, he had send a mesenger to Izuck, offering them aid in comming battles.

Ragnar's kingdom

Civilian population

100.000 on Sealand

1.500 huskarls

And a fleet of 200 longboats

Treasury:

100.000 mark silver

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"M'lord, I'm sure that you know that the demons are orderless and scattered, that is why us humans can still survive. But now what we've feared the most had happened!"

The flag is presented to King Baleck through one of the guards.

"Those vile creatures are now uniteing under one leader, and I believe Izuck is where they're heading for!"

King Baleck still seems unconcerned though...

"M'lord, Izuck is the last stand for all humans. Only you have the power to end the disputes between us humans, and lead us under one banner for an all-out offence against the demons. Please consider this, before all is too late!"

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The king thought for a few moments, the man brought disturbing news indeed. "You are right; I control the last stand of humanity..." He trailed off slightly before being brought back.

"As you are correct about the necessity to unite under one flag...Advisors!" He yelled looking over abruptly at the men who sat there paying little attention to what their King was saying.

"Yes m'lord?" Spoke his top Commander, seemingly the only one who cared about his position, or his life.

"Dispatch 450,000 men." The numbers brought numerous eye brow-raisers.

"For war NOW, m'lord?" This time spoke one of his Priests; Baleck only shook his head irritably.

"No, send a messenger to every Kingdom requiring all human strongholds left that contain more then 6,000 soldiers a tax of 2,500 of those at LEAST for the Armies of Izuck. Also, spread the word amongst small retaliatory groups that have brought it upon themselves to fight the Demon scum." There was a slight pause before the Kings voice for the first time showed some actual movement, and emotion.

"For now, the Demons must see that the Imperial Izuckian legions have finally, risen and humanity shall not fall!"

The messengers were dispatched immediately, the massing has begun.

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