Battlegrounds

[Blitz]

[MT]

This is the place where you can request a random battle for your party/units to face. If you are using your Pathfinding skill to request a location battle, please note it. These battles can take place anywhere within the Legion lands so you can feel free to request something more specific. Doesn't mean you'll get it, but you can always ask.

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[Deimos]

[OOC]Has been far too long. Mephisto and Co. will take a battle...perhaps one that has tried to invade Inexa as the Stone Teeth are going up? [/OOC]

[WindRider]

[MT]
Looks like some undead have stumbled upon your city:

Wyvern, 2 Werewolves, and 2 Walking Dead
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[Deimos]

Decimus took a sip out of his goblet as the last of the stone teeth were being erected around the city. Much had been lost in the civil war, and rebuilding the city was a very slow and meticulous effort, but one that Decimus was far too happy to play out. It had been worth it. The bloody night of the rebellion had taken its toll. Most of Inexa lay in ruins, and corpses were still being found. What mattered was the throne, one that Decimus now held instead of his father.

His father had always been weak in Decimus’ eyes. Not only that, but he was far too narrow minded to lead a city properly. So when most of it burnt to the ground during the rebellion, deep down it pleased Decimus. Sure, it was expensive to replace, and time consuming, but it gave Decimus a chance to start over with a clean slate so to speak. In time, Inexa would grow to be even better than it previously could have dreamed of being, and that excited Decimus very much.

Then, of course, there was the matter of the city’s welfare. His father had always said that the Legion would grow strong if it was loyal to itself and none other. Decimus didn’t buy into that. Sure, he didn’t trust anything that wasn’t a member of the Legion, but he also knew that there was much knowledge out there. Knowledge that currently was not in his grasp, and that the other factions each had a piece of the puzzle as it pertained to the knowledge of the world. To shut those people out of Inexa also shut out the possibility to learn what they knew.

So when Inexa was reformed under the new government, it only made sense that Decimus keep the doors open for anyone. Of course, Decimus knew he was also a fast talker, and that when necessary, would pressure people into deals that they would probably have considered twice on before accepting. Of course, that was the whole point. Knowledge came at all costs. The trick was to obtain it cheaply, and sell it much higher. Not only would you get knowledge, you would also earn money and power, and therefore, more knowledge.

As Decimus tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, the double doors busted open, and Feora ran it, practically losing her loose fitting shirt as she did. “Lord Decimus…” she said as she tried to catch her breath. “A wave of Undead approaches my Lord…five of them total…with hostile intent.”

Decimus cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so Feora?”

The Cultist nodded. “Should I gather what troops we have left?”

Decimus calmly shook his head. “You and Kreoss will do. I will join you. The three of us should be able to handle the problem.”

Feora gulped. She knew better then to question Decimus’ decision, especially in his presence, but she felt obliged to. Not because she didn’t trust his call, but that Decimus was not the best fighter in the world, and that he was still pretty shaken up from the Rebellion. “My lord, if you think it is wise, I shall do as you say, but I beg that you exercise caution. We have fought to hard to lose you now.”

Decimus smiled. He understood Feora better than she had thought. She wasn’t totally sure of his decision, but that was fine. “Comprehension is not a requisite of cooperation my dear Feora. Go and get Kreoss and meet me at the Western Gate.” Saying Western Gate brought a smile to Decimus’ face. Having the gate there again reminded him that Inexa was indeed a growing city, and that in due time, would be one of the grandest cities in the world.

Feora nodded, bowed, and quickly ran off to find Kreoss. Undead may have been tough to handle normally, but between Kreoss and Feora, along with Decimus, she had a feeling they were going to burn alive…or in this case…dead.

Decimus slowly stood. As he calmly walked towards the double doors that led to the main hallway, a figure blocked his path. Mephisto stood in the doorway, his hands on his waist. “My lord…” he began before Decimus raised his left hand.

“I know Mephisto, I know. However, the Cultists and I can handle this. You, my humble warrior, are to stay here and guard the city. Ensure that the Stone Teeth are erected as soon as possible. I can handle a few savage bone bags.”

Mephisto lowered his head. He did not agree with Decimus decision. The first time in a while that such a thing had happened. “Please my Lord, let me fight instead of you. I know you are powerful, but…” he began before once again, a raised hand silenced him.

“Feora requested the same thing Mephisto. My decision is final. They will never reach the city gates. Oversee what is happening in the city while I am out. I shall return shortly with yet another victory in our name. May the black flames continue to burn,” said Decimus as he strolled past the statuesque Mephisto and out towards the steps of the keep.

- - -

Several minutes had past. Feora and Kreoss stood by the Western Gate, anxiously awaiting their first action since the Rebellion. They knew that the Hordes that were coming towards Inexa were probably not summoned, nor were they something that was plotted against them. They were just wild creatures that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, it mattered not. The two of them and their leader were going to take care of the problem the easy way. They were going to set fire to it.

After what felt like an eternity, Decimus finally came walking calmly down the street. “My lord,” started Kreoss, “the Hordes shall be here in just a few minutes time,” he finished as he raised his head from his bow.

Decimus cleared his throat. “Very well. Let us meet these creatures and remind them that they are in our territory.”

With that, the stone gate slowly cranked open, and the three Inexians walked into the wild of the Scar. Brimstone, sulfur, and lava spewed everywhere. Trails of magma could be seen in the ground, and fire erupted at almost every other turn. Home sweet home to the Legion. Soon, the entire world would end up looking like this. It was just a matter of time.

Kreoss pointed towards the West. They were a minute or so outside of town when he finally broke the silence. “Here they come my lord.”

Sure enough, there were five of them. However, one was much more scary, and flying no less. A massive Wyvern bobbed up and down as it led two werewolves and two undead humanoids that sort of looked like zombies. The wyvern roared as it flew high into the air above the ashen clouds that covered the sky of the Tainted Lands.

Decimus held out one hand as his Cultists followed in suit. Neither of them moved otherwise. “Do not fire until my count. The werewolves are the primary targets,” he ordered.

“What of the dragon?” came the response from Kreoss.

“Do not bother with that which is currently not a factor,” said Decimus coolly.

Faster the Hordes approached. They were within thirty yards of the threesome from Inexa when Decimus finally roared his command. “Fire!”

Decimus chanted his spell of Ignis Carn, a vicious spell that hit multiple targets upon successful completion of the spell. After the incantations, the blast flung through the air, striking the lead werewolf and all three of his remaining companions. The werewolf that was blasted by the initial hit rocked backwards, rolling to the ground. Part of his fur was still ablaze.

Feora and Kreoss were next, as each of the blasts targeted the second werewolf, who was now, much to his surprise, the lead target. Again, waves of fire rushed over the Horde as the zombies and their werewolf counterparts were all ablaze. Feora grinned as the strap of her black blouse slid off her bony shoulder. The sparkle of the fire always made her eyes shine. She loved watching the flames lick at the bones of her enemy.

In the air, the dragon roared. Decimus could tell it was approaching them. Silently, he ordered Kreoss to move to his left, and Feora to her right. He would move up the middle. The idea was to spread out, not allowing the Wyvern to target all of them at once. They could still cast their spells, but were not in the blast radius of the Wyvern’s attack. Again, Decimus began chanting his spell as he moved forward. Ignis Carn was a spell that never got old, and every time he felt the fierce chaos magic leave his body and ignite another enemy of his, he felt more alive. This time, as he ashen rain came down on the advancing Horde, it silenced two of them, as the werewolves howls became muffled cries as their bodies fell limp, the flames ripping the skin and singing the fur on their marred bodies. Kreoss fired an Ignis Mare at the closest Walking Dead. It rocked the zombie backwards, but did not halt it’s advance.

Decimus watched Feora follow suit, smashing the same Zombie with her fire. He was proud of how his Cultists continued to work as a team, trying to divide and conquer enemy forces. However, he was a bit concerned that not only had they not seen the Wyvern, and that the Undead were still both advancing on Kreoss, but that they seemed far more organized than he originally anticipated.

A scream broke his train of thought as Feora flew threw the air, the Wyvern smacking her with its claw. She landed with a thud near him, and he knew suddenly, their advantage had been stripped from them. Feora rolled a few times before coming to a halt. Ash covered her battered body. It had not taken the Wyvern long to dispatch her. An explosion from behind him caused Decimus to turn around. One of the Zombies had been blown in half, but the other now had wrestled Kreoss to the ground.

Decimus, realizing he was at this point by himself, quickly ran over and began chanting a spell, trying to keep the Wyvern off of him as long as possible. Mumbling the final incantations of the spell, he quickly cast Cursio Minoris on the grappled Zombie. The Zombie quivered as the spell’s effect took place. Kreoss placed his foot on the lower stomach of the zombie and flipped him over his head on onto the corpse’s back. Rolling off his back and onto his knees, Kreoss turned and fired a blast of blaze at the prone zombie, igniting it in a putrid funeral pyre. Turning, he quickly asked Decimus where the Wyvern was. However, before he could get a word in edgewise, a loud roar came barreling down on the two Inexians as the Wyvern burst through the ash clouds above and landed on Kreoss, pinning him to the ground with one of it’s massive claws. It spat something in an ancient tongue as black ooze suddenly splattered all over Decimus and his two Cultists. It felt like it was eating away parts of their bone marrow.

Clenching his teeth, Decimus bit down and cast another Cursio Minoris, this one at the Wyvern. The dragon shook his head back and forth like an animal that was being collared. It tried to desperately shake the effects of the curse, but to no avail. Despite the spell, it was still easily stronger than Decimus or Kreoss. It roared at Decimus as it reared it’s head back high into the air. The archdevil’s eyes widened as he quickly ducked behind a nearby stone. The acidic breath sprayed the area, almost catching the downed Feora, and quickly corroding the rock that Decimus had ducked behind.

The calm governor of Inexa quickly stood back up and clearly and distinctly cast another Cursio Minoris at the Wyvern, this one having a greater effect than the first one. It blinked hard as it tried to refocus on the final moving target. However, it was finding that doing so was becoming increasingly difficult. It refused to move from the spot it had landed, preferring to keep Kreoss pinned to the ground. However, in by doing so, it had gotten into a magic war against a mage that seemed more likely to wear it out than try and blow him up. As the Wyvern tried to keep it’s grip on Kreoss, another Cursio Minoris washed over the Wyvern, the black dots in front of its eyes a testament to the creature’s strength. Any normal creature would have been on the ground by now. Calmly, Decimus stared his attacker in the face. “Yield,” he said with much authority. It was only a matter of time now. Decimus was toying with the dragon, something that his father would have advised not to do. But that was the difference between what his father had thought, and what he thought. His father saw victory. Decimus saw opportunity.

The Wyvern, however, did not see eye to eye with Decimus, as it let its grip of Kreoss go and began snapping at the Devil, trying to slice him in half. Decimus sidestepped the slower and weakened creature’s bite before chanting yet another Cursio Minoris. The dragon had become very weak, and very aggravated, yet the more curses that were laid on him, the more he came to realize that this was not going to end well for him. The devil was slightly too fast, and now far too powerful.

The Wyvern reared back, and began chanting another Plague. Decimus chanted as well, as the two spells took effect at the same time. More slick black ooze and more black gas bubbles that seemed to infect the Wyvern more and more each time covered the area. Decimus fell to one knee, realizing that the plague had begun to really wear him down as well. A large thud forced his head up to see a huge plume of dust rise into the air, much like the fire from the volcanoes.

The Wyvern barely had the strength to lift its head, let alone continue to fight. Decimus forced himself up, clenching his teeth as he did. Feora and Kreoss were of no help now. He did not think either of them dead, but they certainly were too weak to continue on. They had to be. Hell, Decimus was almost too weak to move. However, of the remaining bodies outside of Inexa, he was currently in the best shape. Walking over, he placed the heel of his boot on the back of the neck of the downed Wyvern. “Now, shall we make a deal, or do I have to snap your neck?”

The Wyvern growled harshly at the Devil. It did not seem like it wanted to make a deal, but Decimus was known for often times getting his way. “I do not wish to kill you. Do you understand me Wyvern? I wish to learn from you.”

The Wyvern cocked an eyebrow. Clearly he had not met anyone like Decimus before. “I want to know why you decided to run towards my city with such hostility,” began Decimus, “I wish to know who sent you, and what your purpose was out here in the Tainted Lands. Should you speak truthfully of these matters, I shall grant you your freedom, and life as it were. However, if you refuse this deal, then I will be forced to do something that I would rather wish not to do. So I suppose at this point, that it is up to you. Do you care to live, or do you die for a jaded cause that has no relevance to you as a…’living’ being?”

[WindRider]

The Wyvern let out a weak hiss, and then remained silent, although it was unclear if the silence was in defiance or if the beast simply no longer had the strength to share its knowledge. Decimus sneered at the beast, putting slightly more pressure against the dragon's neck, a gentle reminder of what was on the line. If the undead monster changed its mind, Decimus never found out -- with its strength sapped the Wyvern was unable to survive any longer. Yet, perhaps there was still some knowledge to be gained...

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Decimus - 75 Death Mana, 100 Gold, 500 XP
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[Deimos]

[OOC]Decimus is going to go out and find some answers as to who is behind the attack of the Hordes. Perhaps at a specific location this time? [/OOC]

[Blitz]

[MT]

I'm going to sneak in here for Wind, though you don't have the Pathfinding Skill, I will throw you a bone to demonstrate how to assign a location battle.

Decimus - 1 Zombie, 1 Walking Dead, 1 Specter, 1 Initiate protecting a Ruin.

Now, don't you all feel better informed.

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