*between the armies of darkness and light, far away to be unnoticed by both high high above in the sky a rip opened up in the middle of the sky, it was a small rip no bigger then the size of a large man or door way and would have been almost impossible for anyone to even notice it if it werent for the energy given off by it. From this rip squezzed out what appeared to be a cacoon of almost transparent energy, once this object squezzed through the rip this rip closed itself as though it had never exsisted.

*The sides of this dark cacoon shaped object then opened, revealing that it was no cacon at all but instead wings of energy which had been wraped around the body. This person who was now just hovering in the sky was the last of the dark angels, or atleast the last one with any real power, Duragon just hovered in place as he felt round for the energies he was seeking. He coud feel the last of the light those who called themselves the exalted, he could feel thier armies and forces as well as they moved twoards the darkness.*

My my my, not even five minutes and already I will be prievleged to see a blood bath, I guess I showed up at a good time

*Duragon began to head to the darkness knowing it would be close to them the battle which would take place, and he did not wish to miss a second of the devistation that would insue*

Loki stood. He looked up at the dark clouds above him. His face was stern, hard at thought. Suddenly a drop hit him on the cheek, then another. Soon a small rain came. The lines of Exalted stood, waiting five deep, 150 across. Loki sat on his horse, trying to overview the terrain in which he battled. These lands were to far south, into darker lands and realms that exalted don't wish to fool around with. Loki knew them but he didn't wish to fool around in them.

"General Loki, the troops are prepared to march. And with this rain i say we move before the armour is soaked and becomes heavy." Loki surveyed the crowd. He rode out in front of them and turned his horse back to look at them.

"Aeon formed us. His presence beaconed us all together, gathering the forces of light from the flames and candels that we once were into the inferno's and blazes we are now. Aeon, choosen by all that is to be something, to be powerful, gathered us. He opened the sun back onto the realm, he moved our forces against Darklight, against the horrible evil that rulled our land. Now that land is OURS! The land that we worked for them we now work for us. But evil never rest. Evil never gives up. Evil is what evil is. It is Darkness. BUt we ar LIGHT! Darkness never conquers light, light only can't go that far. We may not be able to go that far, but we will NEVER BE CONQUERED!" THe Exalted yelled loud, filling the air with their screams. They projected them down the valley, straight into the lines of Set. Their emblems glowed, filling the air with light in the dark sky and night. Loki then turned his horse around and looked forwards. Set's armies were noticable on the horizon, about a mile away.

"THIS IS THE TIME OF POWER! THE TIME OF GLORY! THE TIME WHEN WE SHOW ALL THAT THE LIGHT IS MORE POWERFUL!" And with this Loki began the charge. The yells seemed to grow as the moved, filling the night with their auras and screams. Theit anima;s projecting their heart's out, filling in with primals growls and howls. They began to run, pushing forwards straight for the lines.

Aeon was sitting on a bench, trying to gather his energy back. Thou it would be quick in comparison, it still took a few minuets. He stood up, out of Angels arms. He looked to the south in horror. "THey begin the charge that will end it all." He then cocked his head, looking slightly off. "And another piece plays on too."

"What do you mean Aeon?"
"I have to go and to what i have to do. I have to bear the sun."

*The time had come, the armies under Loki have begun to march towards the Blasted Plains in an attempt to rid this world of Set's spiritual control. The armies of the exhaulted were now within sight, and within seconds the unholy legions let out a blood chilling war-cry! Like a thousand horrible screams of utter rage, their demonic voices filled the air. The warriors began to bang their dark swords to against their satanic armor.....the banging only added to the horrible sounds of their screams. From the other-worldly fortress, Ticonious looked on......letting out a small laugh.

" So, they have decided to show themselves. Its about time.......should I send the legions out my Lords, or should I let them come to us?"

*The Four Deaths hissed from their black hooded cloaks and black demonic armor.

" Let them come to usssssss.........whenever they get close enough, the legionssss will quickly stop their march.........then we shall send them to our Lord."

*Ticonious smiled again.

" Duragon is also here."

"We know, we have felt him......he is no threat."

"As you wish my Lords............"

*Ticonious then turned to face the window again, looking out upon the legions and the approaching Exhaulted. The High Priest smiled to himself, this was going to be a bloodbath......a gift fitting for Set. It was The Four's horrible hissing filled Ticonious' ears again.

"What of the woman Priest?"

*Ticonious did not turn, he kept his eyes looking out the window to the approaching army.

"You needn't give yourselves pause my lords......she is of no threat, however she won't be alive much longer. The Jackel will be sent for her. He lays dead now - but you all of beings my lords should know the the Dark Lord's pet can't completely die unless The Iron Crown sees fit to give him life again."

*The High Necromancer's mind was searching for Loki, perhaps once he found him,he would begin communication with the mighty exhaulted.

*Duragon was now above this worlds fortress of Set, the noises made by the legions upon legions of demons and other creatures was mind numbing and glorious at the same time, they were signaling the death of all who would dare try and fight them, and what a bloodbath it would be. None of the creatures below though even saw Duragon as he flew to the highest tower of the fortress

He stood ontop of the tower, he could feel Ticonious and the deaths inside, but they knew just as well as they did that he was not going to attack at this moment. He was no threat to anything at the moment he instead was a spectator who was about to watch one of the bloodest battles to take place in many eons and he planned to enjoy watching as the light was agian over taken by the darkness*

Loki held the troops back. The rain dripping down their faces did not hide the aura's at all. The lit the entire battle field, casting little flickers across the unholy black of Set's armies. "ARCHERS!" The back lines came forward, 100 archers all looking out.

"Sir, we are just inside a safe range to fire. I'm afraid they doubt our strength from this distance." Loki smiled at this.
"Let it rain arrows upon them."
All the archers raised their bows. Hundred yards was nothing for what they had planed. They charged their shots and then released them, all into the clouds above them. A piece of silence fell over the battle field. A minuet or two had passed.

"What happened?"
"Don't worry Loki, you'll see." And as he said this, little yellow glems of light began to drip down out of the clouds, fluttering above like tiny little butterflies. There were hundreds, thousands of them dancing above. They were glorious little things, capturing the attention of all who noticed. Suddenly they all died and in their place, arrows fell. Thousands of arrows, heads as fine as atoms, pierced threw anything the hit. They landed into the shack of Set's men, landed all around the area. A rain of metal.

All the archers sat their looking over the devestation they had caused. "See, i said so." THe archers then grabbed another arrow and pulled it back. The main guy aimed for the window of Set's shack. HE released, hoping to hit straight for Ticonious. The arrow bulged with power and glew like a shinning beacon across the sky. MAny other of the exalted followed with a similar shot, thou taking out many of the flying creatures in Set's arsenal. First attack had began.

"Aeon, where are we going?" Angel was ridding on a horse, halfway up a moutain. Aeon was walking in front, guiding the way. The rain had been upon them for a few hours now, but after the first few minuets, the drizzle became little more than damned scenery.

"We're disappearing."
"What?"
"We're going somewhere where no one will ever be able to find us."
"What do you mean? Whats going on?" She grabbed back on the reign and stopped Aeon. "So far, I've been rooted up out of nowhere, taken on a wild ride, taken to another world i never knew exsisted, been talked to by a demonic god, sent back to the world i came from quickly, only to find that Darklight killed my village, my family, and that the troops were then in war, i had no place. So i hid in the rangers.... but then..,"
"Do you remember that night?"
"Vidvidly.... it's was a celestial. Myth, legend, in front of my eyes. He told me not to fight, but i wasn't... so why did he tell me?" Aeon walked over to her and grasped her hand.
"HUn.... they are trying to kill us all. Especially me, especially you, and if they can, they will remove Sol from his newly formed presence. They will murder all of us, especially us. THus why we need to escape. Escape to where me and you can live with out death. without this."
"What? What do you mean? What about Loki, Fenris, Jarod? What about the men on the battle field fighting Set now... what about the men protecting Blightrock? Are you just going to abandon them. Leave them to die."
"They are strong enough. They can survie."
"Yes, but at a higher cost. Aeon... YOu need to go and fight."
"If i leave...." Aeon bit his tounge. "If i leave you die." Silence fell on the two of them. The pitter patter of rain fell around them. Aeon looked up the trail. "HUn, i owe you answers. But now is not the time. A temple is on the top of the hill. THe temple of the Falcon. They will accpet us i hope. I will answer everything, as well as one could i guess. At least wait till where sitting and comfortable. Riding in the mountains is never fun. "
"Aeon, your insane as a loon."
"Am I?"
"No, but i guess your right."

*Arrows flew through the air, hitting many of the demons - but sadly, not nearly enough. The horrors that were hit either screamed as their rage built, or simply fell to the ground.....dead. Loki had begun the first attack, the light spilt the first blood, now they were playing Set's game. A few chaotic moments passed, moments which seemed like they could have lasted forever, until it happened. As if a dark voice spoke out to every last of of them, the legions of darkness began, in completely unison, to charge towards Loki's army. So powerful was their march that the very ground shook as the hordes and hordes of unholy monsters ran towards the exhaulted. The ghouls, zombies, and lower undead were the first wave of attack.....with each wave the power of the monsters grew, the first being the weakest. Like a wave of evil, these slaves of The Dark Lord suddenly crashed into Loki's lines. They ripped and tore with their claws and teeth, the fury of their hatred was unseen by this world before - even Darklight held more humanity than these.....things. They enjoyed it - they enjoyed the chaos, the pain, the bloodshed. But the true horrors, the true bone chilling evil still stood within the dark castle that stood beyond the first of the battle-fields. From this castle, Ticonious looked down over it all. His mortal eyes suddenly caught sight of the arrow flying towards him. HIs face was calm as the arrow crashed into the opening of he window. Strange was it that whenever the arrow hit the space in the wall of the castle (acting as it's window), it suddenly broke and fell to the ground. Ticonious smiled. Were they really foolish enough to believe the greatest Necromancer in all creation, High Priest to Set himself would be stupid enough not to magically fortify his base of operations? Ticonious then searched for Loki himself, and found him.

*Suddenly, filling the air over the battle - Tioncious' voice echoed in the sky. Laughing his enchanting yet psychotic laugh.

"This is not an army.......it's a group of insects. If this is the extent of your power, then we have already won."

*The evil laughter continued until it faded from the ears of all. Back in the dark castle, Ticonious' mind link which projected his voice over the battle was broke off by his masters. The Four stood, in dark cold silence (as always), waiting the time for when they would be released - which would be soon enough. The Necromancer look to them, the Children of Set, and said calmly.

"The time comes my Lords.......be ready."


*Meanwhile, upon a mountain somewhere far away from the battle, Aeon and his lover stood talking, making their way up to the Temple of the Falcon. As they began making their way towards the temple, the silence of the mountains was broken. Suddenly, a horrible hyena-like laugh echoed from the mountains....something was come for the woman called Angel, something fast and deadly. Where it was now, none could tell - but it came with all the speed of darkness.

LOki took the charge head on, sending in his infintry head on. Thou many in number, the Exalted, even the weak ones, had the power of the medium sizes in Set's army. THey were able to kill 10 or so before falling. The healers that were brave enough to stand kept men alive, but could only do so much.

Loki looked over the battle field. "CALVARY! Break threw and get me somewhere in their." Suddenly, fifty horse drawn men came up, diving threw Loki's lines and trampling many of Set's as they pushed threw. They were golden men, enima's ablaze. They were like a candel just being lit, catching everything around it on fire as they pushed threw. These were the strongest... many slaughtering as fast as light, making huge arcs, sweeping blows. Cleeves that cut threw rock skin, speed to out wit all. THey poured their essecnce and all the essence around them in to every foot they claimed, every abomiantion the destroyed. Their light burned like fires on each of them. The Light seemed to empower them more, cause thier fire to built into power, their rage fulling their power, more power to fight, fighting to rage, fighting for the light, and so on. Men were took a second to realize they were actually doing these things, and then went back.

"General Loki, the slaughter is continuing. Right now we are taking out more of them than they are of us, but their are just too many of them." Loki looked over. Most of his calvary still stood, but most of his infintry and archers were fallen. He grasped ahold of things.

"ARCHERS! Driving spear down the center, protect all sides." The archers all ran to form into a point, firing rapidly across the ranks to move into position. thou few remained, only the ebst were left still. They moved forwards, wedging in, slaughtering the vermon inch by inch, keeping a few yard between them all, their blood splatering like fireworks. Loki brought the calvary around, pinching in on his Set's force. They instantly turned and began hacking to bits at the larger giants of his force. Loki turned his head to see the castle. Something had to happen or else they would surely die. He shoved his sword threw a ghoul and then swung it around to meet another. He brought it above him and down on one more and the perried the club of some large bi ped before swinging again to cleave the fucker in half. Yes, something had to be done soon.

*Loki's army continued to press on with militaristic strategy, assaulting the forces of chaos with calm disciplined attacks. An intelligent thing to do Ticonious thought, however all the strategy in the universe could not over-come sheer power - besides, the followers of Set were not fools either. The hoards would be the first attackers - though they be weak, they are far greater in number. From the dark castle within the blasted plains, the High Priest look out upon the battle field. He laughed to himself.

"Intelligent little insects, aren't they my lords?"

*The doors leading to the command room that Tiocnious was in opened up, a demonic soldier walked in, keeping a watchful eye upon the Four. Even though the Four Deaths commanded all of Set's legions, they were justly feared by both enemies and servants. The orcish minion walked towards Ticonious and spoke.

"Me lord - yous call - I come heres."

*Ticonious never took his eyes from the window, watching with unholy delight as the forces of Light and Darkness covered the ground of the blasted plains with blood.

"Tell me Durac, don't you think we've let them 'win' long enough?"

*The demon looked puzzled, quickly moving his glace back and forth between Ticonious and the Four - trying to keep a watch on the Children of Set at all times.

"I don'ts understand me lord....."

"Break a man's bone and the body will heal, break a man's spirit and the body will die"

*Tiocnious then turned from the window and faced this unholy minion called Durac.

"It's time to break their spirits - send out the wolves, destroy their horses. I'll take care of their archers."

"As you command me lord."

*Durac took a quick bow, and then with one quick look towards the Four - he left the command room. Ticonious then turned back to the window, his gaze no longer towards the battle but instead towards the heavens. The Necromancer lifted his right hand towards the sky. Suddenly, his unholy voice filled the entire land - shaking the ground itself.

"Come thunder, come lighting......touch these mortals with your powers!!!"

*The chaotic heavens quickly began to roar with thunder as powerful lighting bolts began to fall from the sky and quickly strike the archers of the Exhaulted. Ticonious smiled at his work, but his was not done - his hand still lifted towards the sky. His unholy voice once again filled the land.

"Furies, Dragons, Harpies, Vampires, Demons of the Winds.......COME! Come, bring death from above - come ye legions of winged fiends, your Lord and master's will be done!!!"

*Again, with all the speed of darkness - the storm let out another powerful burst of thunder.....but this time lighting did not fall. No, instead thousands of demonic creatures began to fly from the chaos above to the battle below. Powerful dragons, unholy furies, Harpies - the evil women of the sky, the bat-like vampires, demons of all shapes and sizes......they all began to fly fast towards the forces of the Exhaulted while the hoards on the ground were still attacking with all the rage of darkness. But alas, it was not finished. Durac delievered his message to the wolf-lords, the children of Cerebus. From the caves under the castle, the powerful werewolf clans of this world poured forth. The mighty beast targeted the horses of the Exhaulted....and then those who rode them. The waves of ghouls and undead were starting to gorw thin, which ony added to the horror.....for more powerful demons had begun to take their place. Indeed, the hold the forces of darkness had on this world was great - however, one thing did save the Exahulted, one thought gave them a small shimmer of hope - the Four Deaths were not yet ready for battle....so retreat could still be maintained.

*Looking out of a window from the dark castle, Ticonious lowered his hand and smiled. The High Priest knew that the forces of Darkness couldn't be overcome.....not here and not now.

Loki slid his sword out of a bitch he had just killed. He looked around. 200 men, a little force, but a great army in power. The Best of the best stood.

"What are we going to do Loki?"
"I don't know." They then began to see the rain of horrors. They all tried to shield themselves, and did rather well. They hacked the rain of flesh, or smacked it out of the way, but it took it out of them. THey then heard the howls. All teh troops who could took a second to look at the castle as the hordes of werewolves came out.

"Ah fucking hell!" Loki said. "Retreat! Make for the rock. RETREAT!" Loki yelled over the battle field. Some simply disappeared while others ran like light. Others charged threw like rhinos, plowing down all who stood in their way. They ran, back threw Set's lines, and back towards a more kinder side. THey advanced up the hill, making greater speed than Set's armies. Loki looked back as he saw the hordes coming up the hill to follow them.

He grabbd his sword and set it to his face, then pointed it down at the ground. He focused, blasting a large fissure into the ground, covering the width of most of the valley. He looked over at the dark castel. "You will die. I may not have been able to lead an army against you now, but you play dirty tricks. YOu will not be so successful inside the chaos plains, and you will never defeat us at Blightrock." HE turned his horse around and followed his troops. "God i hope so."

My my some of those poor exalted were able to escape, or atleast they think they have.They are fighting in a war they were never truely prepared for yet did so well thier first time, the next battle should wipe them all out

*Duragon had been speaking to himself as he stood ontop of Sets castle like an angelic statue, both wings of black light spead out to thier full streched position.*

I wonder why they were allowed to live, the four deaths could have done this job by themselves by and saved me the trouble of smelling the horrible stench of sets hordes

*He was looking up now, appearently some of the fly creatures had found thier way to Duragon. As they circled closer they backed off nearly as quickly as they moved in, they could feel they sense of death that came from Duragon.
Then with but a thought another rip had opened infront of him*

I have so much to do waiting around for the next battle would be a waste. Although I do have a feeling I have not seen the last of this place

*With that he entered the rip leaving behind a castle surrounded by demonic creatures of the stench of death of the fallen exalted who were now probably becoming food for they demons that had slayed them*

*The Exhaulted who endured the slaughter retreated to Blightrock Summit. Ticonious watched from the window as the last of the Exhaulted ran swiftly though the unholy hordes towards their treasured safe-haven. The High Priest smiled to himself. As the undead soldiers and their greater demon brothers began to chase the Exhaulted to their Blightrock, a great roar of thunder echoed from the heavens. Like magic they all were stopped in their tracks, turned around, and began to march back towards the darkened castle that once stood as a capital building to a kindgom that ruled long before Darklight's grandfather even came into being. Ticonious turned from the window to look at the Four. In truth, Ticonious himself was even tense around the Four.

"The first battle is ours. Now tell me, great children of our Lord, what is to be done next?"

*The Four figures shrouded in black metal demonic armor under black hooded cloaks hissed. When looking at the Four, one could only see unholy black spiked metal gauntlets, black metal spiked boots, demonic breast-plates of the same black metal material......everything else was covered but the baclk shroud. Their "faces" were never seen.....nor was any flesh. There was a reason for this of course - the Four were wraiths, echos of the eternal Dark Lord. There were the four parts of death itself. No wonder why they were the most feared beings in all that is - save Set himself.

"Rebuild our armies......we will be great, they will only their own. Afterwards........we march to Blightrock.......we will lead the final attack ourselves........every last one of them will die - men, women, children......everyone. None shall leave this battle alive - such is the will of Set, and so it is to be done........"

*Tioncious made a quick nod. The chilling eching of their voices brought even the Necromancer to a pause. The High Priest then left the presence of the Four and made his way down towards the legions of both land and air. His priest would summon up more creatures of darkness to fight for them, and then they would march to Blightrock. Ticonious looked to the west and smiled.

"Brace yourself Loki......the Four Deaths themselves are coming for you and your people."

*Days had passed since the first battle of the war for the Chaos Plains had ended. The legions of darkness on this world had, in this time, rebuilt and refilled their fallen, as well as summoned more powerful demons. The army wasn't simply rebuilt, but now was larger and stronger than it had been. This was typical of The Four...they always struck with overkill armies. It's not as if they needed them, it's that The Four were sent to completely wipe out whatever enemy they were summoned to fight. Complete genocide. And it seems that Set desires nothing less than the genocide of the entire race known as the Exhaulted. This had a horrible reality to it: the Exhaulted did not fight for rulership over this world, they did not fight to de-throne some tyrant, no, it would all be to simple if they fought for some cause, no it was no cause they fought for.......they fought for their very lives and the lives of their children. They fought for their right to live, they fought for their right to exist.

*Ticonious and The Four Deaths stood now outside the dark castle. They looked out upon the legions of the demonic servants of Set. The Four Deaths sat upon their otherworldly horses of darkness, but Ticonious stood upon the ground with his priest behind him. It was then Ticonious' voice grew in might to where it echoed from the Heavens.

"Hear me mighty destroyers of the Chaos Plains! Hear me ye final foes of the Exhaulted and be silent! Today is the day of doom for your enemies, today is the day you wipe clean the horrid filth called the Exhaulted! The Four Deaths themselves will lead you into direct battle at their safe-haven of Blightrock Summit - and there you will put an end to their arrogance, you will cut down all of those who would stand against the rule of The Dark Lord.......you will spill the blood of all of those who would stand against the will of Set the Great! And to make sure this never happens again.....their whole race must be destroyed! Such is the will fo Set, and so it is to be done!!!! What say you?"

*The unholy hordes lets out an evil cheering and war-cry. The High Priest turned to The Four and spoke now softly.

"My lords, they are yours to command now. I will be at your side whenever you appear at Blightrock."

*With that said The Four Deaths let out a blood chilling scream and began to ride towards Blightrock. Every last demon, ghoul, zombie, vampire, werewolf, witch, gargoyal, dragon, harpie, fury, and all of the orcs followed the Four in their march towards Blightrock. Ticonious and his priest were left behind at the dark castle......the High Priest would appear in the battle whenever The Four arrive at Blightrock. The forces of darkness had begun something that could not be taken back. They marched now to slaughter every last one of the Exhaulted. The power of Set had taken shape on this world as it did once long ago, and now the weakened Exhaulted were the only ones left to stand against it.

Loki, Fenris, and Jarod stood on the top of Blightrock. From such a high altitude, they could see the march of Set's Army coming up from the south.

"They begin their March," Loki said taking his eyes off them.

"Do you thing they are ready for us?" Fenris said.

"They have bigger guys, but they don't realize that we've got some extra help." Jarod stated.

"Yes, yes indeed Jarod. I want you to go tonight to finalize the support of the Lunars and make sure that they will be here soon. We need to finalize our strategy with them and i haven't seen Windrunner in forever.," Loki said smiling for a second.

"I understand."

"Loki, do you want me to take a run of flyers and strafe their lines tonight?"

"Yes, take alot of them. Give them some hell. The more you injure as they march, the less they'll have or the longer it will take. But don't risk anything. No need to lose alot of lives over this. Just take out a few of the biggies and as many of the smalls as you can," Loki said. He then turned and grabbed Fenris by the collar. "And by no means get seen. Infact, don't even get noticed. Don't let any one die. I need all of the flyers we have, but i need them now as well, so don't get them killed. Keep your anima's down, keep your arrows flying. Go now, ready them. Jarod, you too. Be in their caren before sundown. The woods are not friendly at night. I hope Set doesn't know that. He'll have fun as he runs threw Mirewood. By day, they'll just give him hell .... but they'll make it hell if he enters by night."



Fenris was on a large eagle, a rarity of the convent Fenris found Angel in. They were big enough for archers to sit on. They were riding above the clouds. Thou night, Fenris could see the armies. They were resting, one days march out of Mirewood. Fenris motioned to the rest of the flock, about ten of them. All the archers took out their bows and let them rip. They all used charms, but they only used their personal esscens, the power inside them, nothing from outside of them, thus no flare of the anima to give them away.

They aimmed almost all of their arrows up. They circled around and kept their attack going. Most of the arrows were in mid stream, about to come down. They took their last few arrows and aimmed them down at the hearts of the big ones. They realeased them as the other arrows flew past them. They fell like rain. But Fenris didn't stay to watch. He was allready a quarter way to Mirewood before the rain of arrows began to hit. He heard the screams but kept riding. Mission complete.



"Young Exalkted Jarod, it is a pleassurea to meat u again."
'Windrunner, it is a pleasure myself. I have come with news from Loki. He wants to reassure your help in fighting the armies of Set as they cross threw Mirewood and our stance against them at Blightrock."
"Young Exalkted, you have my word, the claws and teeth of the Lunars are at your side. The blek chaos of the Wyrm will not be allowed to prossper. We will stand with you at Blightrock and do what we can as they pass threw Mirewood."
"Thank you Windrunner. When shall we expect you to be at Blightrock."
"As soon as the armies of the Wyrm pass threw the woods, we will come running to you. Do not worry, we will beat them. OUr paws are much faster than theirs." The surrounding lunars laughed or growled in happiness. "Have you heard from Aeon young exalkted?"
"No sir. He has disappeared with Angel and they are running. The fool has love, when we need him most."
"Nay young exalkted. I have met Aeon, he is strong. He knows when he is needed. Don't worry. He will show up at Blightrock. He will ride in on a golden horse, carrying the banner of the sun across the sky with him. He'll lead a calvary of light into this Wyrm's line and destroy them. You exalkted always were ones for shows, and this will be a show to remember young exalkted."



"General Loki, with all we have, we only have a thousand swords men, 100 archers, and fifty clerics. But five thousand locals have volunteered to do what they can. Three thousand are okay to fight. They others have been assigned to various other things they can do to help us. Many of the figth worthy ones are being shown how to work a bow so they can stand on the wall as the attack starts. Others are learning spears and how to brace the outer doors.

The catapults have been set up, but we are having trouble ranging them, but it should be fixed soon. The walls are almost refitted and almost doublely reinforced. They could probably take a catapulted rock and still hold, but Malean is still worried. The mages are warding them and magically reinforcing them daily.

Food has been stock piled so we can't last threw a seige, but only for a week, maybe two if there are not many left." Loki stared at him angerly. "Sorry General Loki, we have enough food to last a week. And an escape root threw the North door out of here to Bleakrock Summit has been cleared. We'll be able to get the women, children, and rest of the civilians out, but many are declaring to fight till the end. Sir, excluding time and nerve, we are ready for them."

"Keep reinforcing the walls. Step it up even. MAke sure the gates and doors in are also fortified. And double check that main South wall. That is where they will come from." Loki dismissed him and wondered around. "Now just where is Aeon?"

Set's armies had split a bit inside the trees of Mirewood. These woods were very hard to walk threw if one didn't have the approval of the Lunars and their paths. Packs and legions of deamons were now hording threw, loting the land around them.

Windrunner and his lunars were waiting, hidden in the wood. They watched, clear as the full moon. They saw their heart beats and energy flowing around. They watched, waiting for them to walk threw.

The Lunars took little to no time to start their onslaught. They lept from teh trees, out of the ground, up from the creeks. Windrunner's team of 15 took out their pack of thrity before they had even touched the ground, jumping off the bodies in a mass choir attack. They sung down into the grass, hiding when another pack came to check. They slid around, picking off hordes at a time. But Windrunner had a mission.

He slid around, hopping from tree to tree, creek to creek. He found them. He saw the four. The very four who took this land last time. He knew of their horror, of the abomination Set made them. He remembered when the four deaths where holy, and knew their place. Now they were evil tools and horrible creature. He snarrled a little as he let his beast come out. He fell out of the tree he was in. He was a large furry hairy feral wolf, taller than most of them sitting on their horses. He drooled from the teeth and slashed his claws violently.

"DIE!!!!" He siad charging forward.

*As the legions of Chaos made their way through the woods, the Lunars attacked. They were swift and deadly, but horridly out-numbered. For every ten demons that fell, one Lunar lay dead. Seems like a good deal - but there were hundreds of thousands of Demons marching towards Blightrock and only a couple hundred Lunars. It was then that Windrunner spotted the Four. IN his rage, he screamed before he attacked. As he flew towards the Four, they each drew their demonic rune-blades. The noble wolf came closer to the first of the Four whenever he threw his runic sword towards the wolf. The sheer force of this being was much greater than many expect. The runic blade was driven into the very heart of the beast Windrunner....and as the wolf fell to the ground, the sword's tip nailed him to the soil. The Four Deaths all began to ride towards the wounded Lunar. As they approached him, they spoke.

"A wolf of order rather than of chaos..........you should not exist."

*The Death without a sword reached down towards the beast. His bladed spiked glove gripped the handle of his demonic sword of darkness. The daeth than began to twist the blade around - making the ungodly metal rip through the heart and tissue of Windrunner. It then hissed a black curse upon the beast.

"Death comes for you all Wolf........but you are blessed......you die quickly, your brothers however will not. We will destroy them all........casting them into the flames of war.......and then their souls will be sent as gifts to our master.......yessssss........our master - The Dark Lord Set, The Iron Crown! Your Aeon stands before him now........your leader is standing before the eternal God of Darkness.........what a splended thing to bear witness to, isn't it wolf? The last thing you are left to know is that your people have no more hope......."

*Suddenly, The Death ripped out the blade a brought it quickly down upon Windrunners neck.....cutting off his head. The Four simply looked down at the dead Lunar. After a few moments, the Four continued their march towards Blightrock. The Lunar's rage seemed to be replaced by fear as they saw their leader quickly cut down by Set's Children. Horrible, so very horrible. However - the true evil lies not in this act, but rather in the idea that this was just the start of it.