Posted Mon December 19 2005 13:27
Here it is a fable.After this last background story we are returning for Nileniuss's point of view.


When the war of "Year of True Death" began it was soon clear that this war will be disastrous for Necropolis.For,Death Incarnate atacked and with his might he defeated every necromancer falled before him.His army grew and also did his power.His power grew because of one Death Incarnate's ability.The more creatures he would slain the more his army grew bigger and the more he killed spellcasters the more he powerful in magic he becomed for he would consume the magic of dead spellcasters.But.his(Death Incarnate's)thirst for power was unquenchanble.He soon started to attack cities of humans and elves.But as he was battling elves of Goldenhorn one thing escaped his attention.One importmant thing.Plot destroy him has been made by the remaining necromancer.Yes,there were still 2 thirds of Necropolis that didn't belonged to Death Incarnate but the necromancers were not fools.They knew that he would soon qounquer their lands as well if they don't unite.Because of that,Death Meeting that wasn't called for ages has been called.Every necromancer or undead lord has been obliged to came.And they came.All of them did.


It was on this Death Meeting that Unholy Alliance and Dark Staff were created.It was on this meeting that two organisations that would eveuntally defeat Death Incarnate were formed.

Great news: My next will be tomorrow.

Can't wait.

I am waiting.

Sorry, sometimes sh*it happens. I'm just got unexpected... well, work. But I'm working on it.

It will be over in one hour or you will regret day when you became necromancer

I don't answer to treats... actually, they make me feel a little lazy...
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*Nichooolaasssesssolun what are you doing on my computer!?Get out of here!What have you posted here?Threat to Sandro?You stupid rodent what were you thinking!?He will now never post fable again*


Ahem just do your work.

Oh and I believe that apologe is in order.You see I have one mouse that is extremely intellegent.And he also likes your stories.But,sometimes he is a bit aggressive when he doesn't get what he wants.So I apologize because of my mouse.

Ah yes and Sandro be quick about fable and one last thing:as my people say:don't be lazy!

I'm working on it, but I don't rush things up, otherwise it just won't be as good as I want.

Yet, I can say relatively safe that I can finish it today.

What time is it in your country?

Right now it is 9:10 PM... I think I can't finish it today, sorry guys, wait for tomorrow.

Ok,so you can't finish it today.I knew that I shouldn't wait till half past one after midnight.Yes in my country now it is 00:35!

Never mind see you and the fable hopefully tommorrow.

Here it is. Now bye.



- For The Holy Dragon God… - The troops and even the five knights themselves were horrified. That giant draconic creature was their King, and now it just claimed himself the Primordial Dragon of Death!
- RETREAT!!! Full forced march to the east! WE MUST RETREAT! â€" Sir Ryan recovered faster than the others, and could think about something. Of course, he knows it isn’t much.
- Are you mad? â€" Sir Archebat started. - Run away? But even if that were acceptable, do you think that thing won’t reach us with those wings?
- Do you rather stay here and fight? Suit yourself, but know you won’t be remembered as a hero. We must fight only if it reaches us.
- So we will fight fatigued? What a plan!
- Great, you stay here. WHO WANT TO LIVE, MARCH ON, TO THE EAST.
- … - Archebat looks again at the giant draconic figure. He stays staring for a while, and then the creature stares at him. Cold fear takes his heart. â€" Wait for me Ryan… - He says faintly, and then he turns and follows the troops.

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- My God! I will follow your reign for the eternity of my days.
- Your services are most appreciated my dear Lillithy. For now you are my loyal servant, I will honour you with the status of High Priestess of The Dragon of Death.
- It is an honour my God. Now, what about show the world a feat of your power, and obliterate that Haven army?
Thorverium, the Primordial Dragon of Death, stares at the army, and then he stares at one knight that stayed behind. The knight turns his back and run in fear.
- That would be a waste now, wouldn’t? Let them go and spread, unknowingly, my religion.
- But they don’t know where they are, they will be taken by hunger and die miserably, give them the chance of a glorious death, my God.
- No… My eyes can see further than the wizards with their glass apparatus on their cities high in the skies. They are heading to the realm of Almarle, there they can spread the word, and with so, my power will arise.
- A good plan, my God. But… the commoners and lords won’t believe them if they insist that they came from your kingdom.
- Matters not, the world probably already felt it, they just need confirmation.
- I see. Very wise, my God.
- Hear high priestess, my religion will follow my rite, this is my prayer:
“I will spread death to those who oppose,
I will bring calm to those who follow,
I will act,
I will strike,
I will do whatever it takes,
I will end the reign of them,
Who we once called the Primordial Dragons,
And they’ll be known as the Old Gods,
I will be the Only,
AND I WILL BE THE LAST”
- ALL HAIL TO THORVERIUM, PRIMORDIAL DRAGON OF DEATH, THE ONLY AND LAST PRIMORDIAL DRAGON!
- Now, my High Priestess, let us go to the Necrorealms, and spread the belief. Oh, sure, and one last thing. ACCEPT YOUR GOD AND FOLLOW MY WILL.
The remaining troops of Deleafor’s army bow to Thorverium and then approach him.
- ARISE, MY SOLDIERS, AND FOLLOW YOUR GOD.
The battlefield was filled with corpses, both from the knights’ army and from Deleafor’s army. The corpses rise from the ground and bow toward Thorverium.
- A good start, now, let’s head to the Necrorealms.

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- Is it only me or the skies became a little darker? â€" Asked Reaveor to Camathiel, who just came from the search.
- I don’t know… - Camathiel looks up. â€" Maybe because it’s almost evening?
- It was too sudden to my taste. Something happened… what about the troops?
- They are gathering, I got most of the ones that scattered away. Some are missing though…
- I see. They got the upper hand and took the smaller groups, well, as soon as they are all here again, we can attack with full force.
- Good to know Paladin. But the other angelics are… worried about the dragons. More than fourth retreated, including the larger one, which I just wounded… at best.
- Don’t worry about it, we still have some ballistae and hundreds of archers. Keep your guys busy, helping them.
- Yes general.

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- Take that, horn man! â€" Endithier pierces the minotaur in the chest with both his swords, but the bull-man is still alive and tries to respond Endithier with the horns. Yet, not fast enough, Endithier takes both his swords out opening the minotaur’s chest. A bloody death.
- ****, they are too many. But where is the matriarch? â€" Eleovar asks, having a bad time with another minotaur, yet still alive. The minotaur descends both his axes at the him, but he dodges leaping toward the minotaur’s head and decapitating the creature.
- I wish I knew…
- ROAAAAAARRRRRRR!!! â€" They hear a distant groaning coming from close of one of the greater trees.
- It came from where Luanter is. Let’s hurry up! â€" Meolar, the satyr, tries to hurry the others, he leaps forward with his staff aiming a minotaur’s head, and digging it into the ground. â€" Try to ignore the enemies, it can be too late.
- What! We can’t lose this potential caster! “ALLON DELAFFIER ACORRENT!” â€" Chains grow from the ground to delay the minotaurs, holding them in place. - Let’s keep on!
- Wait for me! Ugh! â€" A minotaur grappled Riorhanther, but he got himself free with a punch. â€" Get off me!
- Dam*nit Luanter! Stay alive! You are giving us too much trouble for this. â€" Endithier says worried. He tries to catch up with Meolar, but when he is almost reaching the satyr flaming explosion hits them both. â€" Ugh… who?
- Let’s finish those fools, my sisters! â€" A band of dark matriarchs joined the fight, and they had cast the fireballs. â€" “OLLUGAR, ATHER… IAAAAaaaaaa…” â€" The whole group were swallowed by a wave of moving roots. It came from some distance behind Endithier.
- Ezaviel! Come here! Give us some cover with that sword of yours.
- On my way, Endithier.
Endithier reaches Meolar, the satyr has his back burnt real badly.
- Dam*nit! Are you alright?
- Of… course… *ugh*… not…
- We can reach Luanter yet… there is time, he can…
- Heal… me?... He… was… *ugh*… hardly…breath…ing…
- He will handle it.
- Wait…leave…
Endithier takes Meolar and places him on his shoulders.
- Now hang on.
- The… dark…
- Ezaviel! Clean my way!
- Just a second. â€" Ezaviel leaps and throws a dark champion from his mount, and then he falls on the dark elf with his sword, piercing the elf’s chest. The lizard runs away. â€" Here it goes!
Ezaviel strikes the ground, roots grows around him before the sword can hit it. Then he points the sword forward and the roots advance, taking a line of charging minotaurs with them.
- Now just hang on…
Endithier advances through the corpses. He tries to go as fast as he can, but there are more witches from the dark breed in the way.
- Oh dam*nit! Can’t I get a clear line? Huh?!
At Endithier side an elf shows up, with two long swords and a green hair, then another, and another. Countless elves actually. They all look just like him.
- What on earth?!
- Keep on Endithier! This army can do the trick. â€" Dramorrarl was a few meters above. Endithier noticed now it was some of the academy sorcery.
- As long as they clean my way! â€" Endithier keeps on with Meolar at his shoulders. The “army of Endithiers” advances just ahead.
The witches cast waves of lightning bolts and fireballs at his copies, but he manages to go on unharmed as the witches are slaughtered by the copies.
Endithier notices that Meolar passed out a good time ago, bad signal, he must keep on, he never leave a warrior behind.
He is getting close to the greater tree. Just a few more…
KABLAM!!!
The greater tree was hit by something. It sounded like a fireball, but it should be huge to do such sound. The tree is falling in the opposite side of Endithier.
- Oh no… I hope Luanter isn’t there…
- I’m not where?
- WHOOA!!!
Endithier turns back and see Luanter, sitting under a small tree.
- You survived?! I should have guessed that… - Continued Luanter.
- Wha..? Bu…? And…? Oh, whatever! Can you cast something?
- No...
- Good, heal this guy.
- I said no!
- You can. You always can when you shouldn’t anymore! HEAL HIM!
- I SAID I CAN’T! I’ve already got past even my… extra power, my vital energy…I can’t even… HEY!
Endithier dropped the satyr at Luanter’s feet and took his hands. He placed them upon the satyr:
- HEAL HIM!
- DAM*N THE DRAGONS ENDITHIER! I CAN’T! AND EVEN IF I COULD HE IS GONE ALREADY, AND…
- AND WHAT LUANTER?
KABLAM!!!
Other explosion behind Endithier, but this time he don’t mind it.
- I feel that the Dragon of Earth is weakened… her power isn’t enough for such grave wounds. I’m sorry for him, but I can’t do anything…
- …but he…
- What he has of so special after all Endithier?
- He was fighting with me… and he wanted to pay for what he did…
- So he paid for it now… let his new life be a glorious one, since he washed his soul from the sins of this one.
- What do you know?
- This one is the one who opened his mouth. He paid the price now.
- … right then… let’s take him back to give him back to the earth.
- Not quite… there are still the enslaved elves Endithier. Let’s…
- No… there is a…
ZZZZZZZZAAP!!!
A lightning bolt passed just a few meters behind Endithier.
- Better yet. Can you tell me what is going on?
- Oh, that? I just turned the Dark Elf Matriarch against the Black Dragon Matriarch.
- How?
- Doing exactly what you do.
- …
He looks back and sees the Dark Elven Matriarch casting a fireball at the mighty and gigantic black dragon. The giant dragon feels the attack and responds with a flaming breath.
- She is PERFECT!
- WHOA!!! â€" This time both Endithier and Luanter turns to see Dramorrarl behind the tree.
- How long are you there?
- Just got here actually. Oh, speaking which, we need her with us.
- Speaking which? She? You mean the dark breed matriarch?
- Yep. She fit just into what I need for the Cycles of Mana.
- Are you mad? She is completely crazy! I can tell for experience! â€" Complained Luanter. â€" And more, FOR THE SAKE OF THE PRIMORDIAL DRAGONS, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?
KABLAM!!!
Another fireball exploded close, but again it is ignored by them.
- Oh, Endithier didn’t tell you? I’m the only chance you have against the duke.
- Really… Endithier?
- I don’t know exactly, but he said he needs you, and he is the reason we got here for your rescue.
- … Fair enough… but he is a WIZARD!
- I noted the first time I saw him just in front of me with his cloak and staff.
- Sorry but, you don’t look much powerful to my see. â€" This time Dramorrarl plays the cards.
- You just got me in a bad… bad day.
- Your arm is broke.
- Oh really? Can someone take me away from here before…
ZZZZZZAAP!!!
- THAT BIT*CH FRIES US ALL?
- I take you… - Said Endithier.
- Don’t mind. TRANSPOSITUM DIMENSINALING!
Luanter vanishes in the air.
- Where did he go?
- In the camp, outside the force field, I hope.
- You hope?
- Sometimes these spells aren’t so precise.
- But we did all this to save him, and you take chances?
- He complained too much. In the middle of thousands of academy citizens and soldiers he won’t be so… well, annoying.
- We can bet.
- What did you say?
- Nothing really… and about him?
- The satyr? He is dead, leave him here.
- Don’t the academy shows any respect for their heroes?
- We make giant statues for them, and those may fit for their spirits later. And then we throw the body from the skies.
- How nice… just teleport him back to the camp will you?
CLITCH!!!
The draconic matriarch passed close to them and giant iron spikes grew from the ground, one pierced through the dragon’s back, but it managed to get away from the ground fast enough.
- Alright, but let’s get yourself away from here before you are toasted.
- Right… wait? Me getting toasted? And yo…
- TRANSPOSITUM DIMENSINALING!
- …u… - Endithier sees himself in the middle of the camp, inside a burnt ragged tent, Lunastary at his side, taking care of Luanter. â€" What that wizard is planning?
- Huh? Endithier! â€" Lunastary leaves her brother and hugs Endithier tight. â€" Are you all right?
- I will be better as soon as you take your hands out of my burned back… (ouch).
- Oh… sorry. I will take care of…
- No, go to your brother, he has some serious wounds and some broken bones.
- I saw, and he passed out just after showing up from nowhere right in front of me. He just called my name and passed out. So he won’t mind seeing me with you.
- Really? â€" Endithier gives a quick look at Luanter, he does seems to be unconscious. â€" So, can you take care of my…
THUMB
Suddenly a satyr materialized in the air at Endithier’s lap.
- There goes the moment…
- Who is that?
- Who was, you mean. Meolar, a brave satyr that paid the price… - Says Endithier, taking the corpse out of him and placing it in a bed at his side.
- Huh? What do you mean with that?
- You better don’t know. â€" Endithier covers the corpse with a sheet of leaves.
- WHOOA!!!
- Ouch… - Ezaviel, Riorhanther and Eleovar materialized inside the tent. Ezaviel fell on Lunastary.
- Huh? Endithier? â€" Asked Ezaviel, confused.
- Hmmphfaahmm…
- Can you get out of her?
- Oh… sorry Lunastary.
- (ouch)… You are heavy you know that?
- Sorry again… we were fighting more and more waves of minotaurs and elves out there…
- And the mad wizard just came and suddenly said “transortun dimension… something”… now here we are. â€" Continued Riorhanther. â€" He is planning something, I know that. Endithier, you shouldn’t trust him.
- Oh really? It is too late now. Let’s just hope that his planning has something to do with us and these “cycles of mana”, shall we.

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- Arf… Arf… - Drummarteliangheria breaths heavily as she flies. “The Matriarch is powerful, I didn’t thought it was so much… she can cast through MY immunities… even fire… she is also crazy, SHE IS TRYING TO KILL ME! I must get out of here.”
- What’s wrong Drummarteliangheria? I’m too powerful for you? Maybe that will teach you to not scheme behind my back. â€" Mocks Anyllia, flying magically.
- I told you Matriarch… I didn’t scheme. You are being mani…
ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAP
A lightning bolt pierces thought Drummarteliangheria wing, ripping it. She falls to the ground.
- So, what were you saying? Dragon…
- ROOOOOARRR! - Drummarteliangheria just growls in fury.
- So… that’s how it’s gone be, well. “OLLUGAR, ATHERIASER QUEIMER!” â€" The fireball goes straight to Drummarteliangheria, but it hit’s something in middle-air. Another black dragon, that falls to the earth, dead.
- My breed! Take me away from here.
- Oh, no you won’t. “OLLUGAR, ATHERIASER QUEIMER!”
Again, a black dragon goes in the way and sacrifices itself. Ten black dragons reach Drummarteliangheria and form a circle around her. They take the dragon Matriarch and start the flight.
- GRRR!!! “LOSTROVAN LOTSVAR, OLLUGAR CORRENT” â€" A lightning bolt come from her hand and hits one of the dragons in the chest, then it “jumps” to another, and other, and other. It hits each of the ten dragons and finally it jumps to the dragon Matriarch herself and she falls again to the ground, burning from the lightning.
- “EGLO…” What the…? Get off me you disgusting beasts!
A black dragon grappled Anyllia in its claws, ten more black dragons go to Drummarteliangheria to try the rescue again as three other dragons surround Anyllia now. They all use their flaming breath on the matriarch.
- “LIOVAR GLANURIA, DIABLOS!”
A flaming explosion kills the dragons surrounding her. She gets out of the smoke with her cloak covering her body and sees Drummarteliangheria already far away.
- I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS! “ALO…” *OUCH*
Another black dragon, it has bitten her in the shoulder.
- Another? DAM*N YOU LIZARDS!
The dragon opens its mouth for the flaming breath, the Matriarch sets herself free with the chanting already starting.
- “OLLUGAR, ATHERIASER QUEIMER!”
The fireball burn the dragon to the bones before it can even breathe. She turns to Drummarteliangheria with her hand in the wounded shoulder. She is already too far for any of her spells.
- DAM*N YOU LIZARD!
* Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
She hears an applause.
- WHO IS! I WILL…
- Impressive matriarch. That is quite impressive, killing dragons with magic! And fire magic above all! That’s just impressive. The cloak artefact you have just add to the cleverness. â€" The voice came from inside her head, she turns to where she heard the applause and see a man with strange glasses, short beard and turban.
- A WIZARD? HOW DID YOU GOT PAST MY ARMY?
- Oh… them? - The wizard points at her legions, far in the ground, fighting each other. â€" They are busy killing each other.
- WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING USELESS WORMS! KILL THE WIZARD!
- They are… busy, how I said. Their bloodlust for killing is incredible. I little of berserk there, some hypnosis out there, a few hundred of illusions, and they start quite a party!
- HOW DARE YOU MOCK AT MY ARMY?
- Do you mind of not yelling? I’m politely speaking to you through telepathy, could you be kid and do the same?
- WHY SHOULD I? YOU ARE KILLING MY TROOPS!
- And that bothers you? Huh… what we find each new day… I can stop the mayhem for a civilized chatting with you, if you agree.
- … Agreed, do it now.
- ASLETHOR DISSIPASSER.
Most of the troops fighting at the ground suddenly vanishes, others that were fighting each other suddenly stops, facing one another.
- Good enough. HEY! Where is my prisoner, wizard?
- In a safer place, I will need him alive, as well as you, and your little battle was… well, dangerous.
- I was going to use him against the duke.
- You were? Well, I’m monitoring the “duke” for a while, just now the concentrated energy of the duke had dispersed and was concentrated again. I think the power has a new host now.
- (Scoffs) Probably one of the undead. And why do you need me?
- I need you… “ADORAVER ESCUDS” â€" He placed his hand facing the down, where a fireball almost hit him, it exploded in an invisible barrier beneath him. â€" Didn’t you ordered them to NOT attack me?
- Did you hear me ordering?
- I thought you did so telepathically. Can you do it now or do I need to restart the killing?
- YOU MINDLESS MAGGOTS! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TALKING TO THIS USELESS PIECE OF MAGE? â€" Some witches with their hands raised laid them down. Others cursed the matriarch silently before doing so.
- Huh… ok then. Where was I? Oh yes. The academy has a theory called the Cycles of Mana. Mathematically we could proof that we can feed arcane power with opposing energies, generating enormous…
- I don’t care.
- … huh… I’m talking about a way to defeat the “duke”.
- Looks too complicated and I already see where the conversation is going to. This “cycles of mana” needs me to work altogether with the Sylvan right?
- Well… yes, but…
- So, I’m not interested. I will order my troops to kill you now.
- Heh… your troops aren’t able to do the slightest damage on me, I can…
- Do you really thought that all my dragons were siblings of that dam*ned traitor? I still have some few dozens under my command.
- … huh? â€" The wizard looks down and tries to find the dragons. Then he notices that one of the charred “greater trees” has a hole in its bole, and a red glow inside the that hole, growing in intensity. â€" Ok then, so I will need to resort to this.
- What are you talking about wizard?
- Well… - He suddenly vanishes in the air and Anyllia feels someone grappling her from behind. - … I will hostage you. And take you to somewhere we can talk freely.
- What? You disgusting…*ugh*…*Hmmphhammm* - The wizard gagged Anyllia.
- TRANSPOSITUM DIMENSINALING!
The last thing Anyllia could see were her loyal dragons rising from the hole at the greater tree.

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Comment not needed.It is superb!

This is the funniest yeth and second scariest... superb like Rl said

No No NO! This is not even on the Frontpage anymore? That simply won't do.
As they say on the WoW-forums

/bump

Sorry but I got the flu and yesterday I spent all my time... errr... sleeping. So, it will delay my next fable... byes.

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Originally posted by TheImmortalKing:
No No NO! This is not even on the Frontpage anymore? That simply won't do.
As they say on the WoW-forums

/bump

How to take care of that? Why don`t you other writters continue tha fables of yours? I`m down here for a while, but you can continue your works.

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Originally posted by SandroTheMaster:
Sorry but I got the flu and yesterday I spent all my time... errr... sleeping. So, it will delay my next fable... byes.

Lichs donâ´t sleep

And if I had time I would... but I have several ehhh heavy burdens that I must take care of

I SUMMON SANDRO.PLEASE ENLIGHTEN US WITH YOUR STORIES!