Nice deed immortal king.

Now, about me. I will make more fables to wednesday or thursday.

When wil the book come?

written by the Master and the immortal King...- It ought to sell.

Or perhaps you guys could start writing campaigns for Nival and Ubisoft.

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When wil the book come?

written by the Master and the immortal King...- It ought to sell.

Or perhaps you guys could start writing campaigns for Nival and Ubisoft.

Hehe.. thanks a lot. and thanks for the compliment to Sandro to.. You're just a wee bit better than me still..

I would like nothing better than designing campaigns and such one day.. But I fear it is a bit unrealistical.. I actually tried to make an alternate sequel campaign to HoMM III armageddons blade, because nr. 4 was so bad. Especially what they did to the Kreegan and Nighon factions hurt me.

So we followed the history of one of the few surviving Kreegan lords, trying to reunite the old alliance between Nighon and Kreegan, and crush the Gryphonhearts.. Sadly I am not very good at designing maps, so the history in my head, got very quickly, very far ahead of the number of maps I had made... I will probably have a try with the camapign editor in HoMM V too..

But anyway, I bore you.. I too will follow up my history, probably before too long. But can't promise when.

Nice stories, both of you. I eagerly await the next chapters of those epic tales (or so I hope they will become at least )

You guys should start writing and putting up stories at http://www.fanfiction.net/
Hack, mabye you will start a trend of writing HoMM 5 stories! I for one feel inspired to make one myself after I read those!

Little sun penetrated the crowns of the trees. It was almost as dark as it was anight, in this shadowy wooden realm of the sylvan.

"Greetings Dar-talos"... And elf poked the squire awake.
Before the young squire could answer, the elven general stepped in.
"Do you like your new name? We didn't catch your human name last night, so my warriors have named you Dar-talos - or in your tongue "Dragons Bane" , you are going to live with our people for a long time, so you might as well get used to it"
"Dar-Talos" murmered the squire "I sure find it to my liking, sounds more fashionable than Alnor doesn't it?" He grinned.

"Let me introduce my self", the elven general bowed to the squire, I am Ten-nithor of the house of oaks. My father is a high ranking druid in the council of elders, I will introduce you to him - and the rest of them. In due time." Ten-Nithor paused a second signaling to the elven servant to get out of the room. He leaned close to the newly named Dar-Talos' face "I will not lie to you. We elves have little - or no - love of humans. We don't understand your ways, and never will. There are those among my people, who rather saw you excecuted, like we would normally do to intruders. However, you have in my eyes, shown valor and courage, and most important honor. You could have escaped the dragon, and yet you did what you could to defend the druid. You stand under my protection, however, be on your guard. Not all elves are as honorable in deeds as in words. Some of us might not live in the dark, but our hearts can be as darkened as our fallen sisters"
A servant came in carrying green and brown clothes.

"These clothes will serve you better, though your clumsyness seem strange to us, you will be able to learn to move as silent as any of us. I am old, I have seen the world, and I know that humans adapt more easy than any other race, this ability might serve us well in the future. Besides, against the breath of the dragon." The general pulled the carpet hanging down aside, and showed Dar-Talos the huge corpse of the dragon. Dar-Talos gasped "or the knife of their filthy backstabbers, armor is little use, though our hearts are different from our dark brethen we still fight alike. Agility will aid you far more than plate." Now put on the clothes, it is time to get moving.

Dar-Talos rose to his feet, the exaustion of last night were gone, but the earth in a forest, with all its roots and rocks make for no comfortable bed. He put on the green and brown clothes, put on the sword by his side, upon closer inspection it was gemmed and beautifully crafted. A valuable weapon. He had every reason to thank the general. Though he did not feel that he deserved all of his gratitude. If he had challenged the dragon earlier, the druid might have been saved. If he had summoned the courage to jump at it right away, the druid might have been saved. But he hid! He hid untill the last moment.
He blushed in shame. And yet he knew, that to strike sooner, would have been a waste of effort, and they would have both been devoured.

Dar-Talos stepped out of the tent. Following the general.
"It is time, you know of our mission - Ten of our high druids, here among my father is missing. Wee have little clues, but what we have point to the followers of the faceless one. The remaining druids of the council, disapprove of me being here. They tell me the druids are already lost as brutal sacrifices to the shadow. But I know them! We elves like to belive our selves much better than you. But many of us are not. Many of our druids have grown power hungry, and selfish. There are those in the city of trees, that would not weep if the druids did not return. My superiors tried to persuade not to go, if they could, they would have held me back against my will. But the will of the common elf was on my side! So today we start the most dangerous part of our jorney. Venturing down the caverns to find my father. And we could use a dragon-slayer, Dar-Talos" he smiled. If we return, you will have made a name for yourself, like no human ever in the eyes of elves. Doesn't that appeal to you? The humans always quest for fame? Well you have no choice"

The elves started to break camp, while Dar-Talos had a look around, suddenly an arrow flew close beyond his ear. An elf approahed him "Oh I am sorry, I didn't hit, I saw a bird, it was to far away from its home, I thought I'd put it out of it's misery" He grinned sarcastic...
Shivers ran down Dar-Talos spine.

He moved back to Ten-Nithor and his advisors... "5 unicorns, 10 druids, 50 elves, and no treants or dragons. And with this army you will go towards an entire nation? This is suicide" the aged advisor frowned as he spoke
"Are you backing out on me? My men are loyal and steadfast, I have confidence in their strenght and valor. We will move swift, and we will - like our dark brethen - strike from the shadows, with a little luck they'll never know what hit them."
"But we don't even know the location of the disappered ones? Or if they're actually held captive by the Dark Elves. And even if they are, wether they're alive."
"Never the less we will go, I won't leave half our council of elders to those monsters!!!"
"but...."
"No objections.. Now lets move."

The relatively small army moved towards the entrance to the underground caverns. As Dar-Talos stepped inside the cave he felt chills run down his spine, soon enough he would need his sword again. He would have to fight entirely different from his human ways, without armor, agile, graceful.. He would be one of the elves. The dark gloomy cavern had an eerie effect, even on the usually cheerful elves. Dar-Talos walked a bit behind the others. They were all alert listening carefully, but no listening skill can counter the cunning of the dark elves. Only coincidence saved them. The thrown knife, pierced Dar-Talos cape, but luckily a part with no flesh behind it. "AMBUSH" Dar-Talos shouted, drew his sword and struck the Darkelven rogue down. Several minotaurs roared and started charging towards the small group of elves. Ten-Nithor shouted, commands, they released a volley of arrows, the effect on the minotaurs were devestating. A gurgle sounded behind them. They were caught in crossfire. Darkelven witches were killing the soldiers from behind.
"We are doomed" yelled an elf, right before being striken down. There was a cave leading away from the strife, to a place were their backs were covered, apperently only Dar-Talos, noticed this.. He raised his gemmed sword, shining with an un-earthly light. "To me, to me Soldiers!" - Ten-Nithor looked at him, and nodded "All to Dar-Talos, all follow the human." Shortly after the fast elves were huddled in the long hall.
On the battle field they'd left behind a unicorn, and several elves. Now they all waited, for the inevitable doom. The enemy with their slower units would soon reach the cave too. But at least, the fire would only come from one side.

"You *hiss* have nothing to do in these lands *hiss* surfacedwelling scum *hiss* now meet your doom" a witch stepped forth, but not as soon did she fall to the ground with an arrow in her troath. A large army encroached on them. Rogue after rogue. But the elves stood their ground. Dar-Talos duelled a minotaur, decapitating it. He heard a groan. Ten-Nithor had been wounded, the witche's, whose deed it was, eyes glowing with malicious joy. He swinged at her with the sword, but couldn't hit her. Too fast, too agile. His human clumsyness couldn't match the supernatural grace of the witch. But finally. Summoning all his skill he jumped up against the cavern wall, setting off against it, landing behind the witch killing her.. The underground dwellers retreated..

Leaving a battlefield thick of corpses. Half the elves down. Only 3 druids left (all tending to the severly wounded Ten-Nithor. And with all unicorn slaughtered and feasted upon by the witches.. The day was won, but at what cost? This was a true nightmare. The fleeing darkelves, would soon enough bring more of their sisters. Who knows, what tomorrow might bring?

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I think your stories are most interesting but I think you should try to write all your numbers with letters. There is something called the "shopping list syndrome", besides that and some tempus-forms your writing is great

Here's a quick story for you:

It is the middle of a long, cold night when several strange noises can be heard not far from the village tavern. Inside, the barkeep is urging everyone to leave, as she wishes to close up for the night.

"CRASH!" - The front door to the tavern opens with great force and slams shut again after a young human lady collapses to the floor. The sound of the door slamming alarms the patrons, in particular, two hooded females.

The two females ask for the crowd surrounding the body to clear away, so that they can heal the wounded lady. As they remove the gloves fro m their hands, the lady screams "Keep them away from me!". Startled, by the scream, the two hooded females back away from the lady.

Unsure, of what the lady's remark meant, the barkeep - a young dwarven lady, approaches the human and asks "Why do you refuse their assisstance?"

The human responds "I have come from the woods just outside, not far from here, and I recognise those hands. Their kind are all over the forest, they are hard to escape from. I managed to reach here, before their "healing" could affect me.

May I please have a glass of beer, your finest. Also, to those who are concerned, I am fine - just a little exhausted, there is nothing to worry about."

The barkeep returns to the bar and proceeds to fill a glass with the finest ale available. She returns with the glass just as the human reveals a large sore spot on her leg.

"What is that?" the barkeep inquires as she hands the human the glass.
"It is the result of being touched by one of the 'healers', I am not sure exactly what it has done, but I believe I have found a cheap cure for it."
"Please explain." the barkeep says as several patrons creep up closer to hear her story. By this time, the two hooded females are thinking of escaping.
"Before I begin, you must make sure that the two 'healers' near the door do not escape. Make sure that their hands do not touch you." Several patorns rush towards the hooded females and proceed to tie them to a table.

"My name is Aria, I am a Cleric of the Golden Dragon. I was sent to this area to look for potential recruits, I was informed that I was to meet a group of Initiates at this tavern. However, I discovered that the 'healers' had already 'recruited' them.

When I continued my journey through the woods, I noticed several camps with travellers with copious amounts of ale. Having already been affected by the 'healers' whilst trying to rescue an initiate, I decided it would not be to stop and ask. I had thought that the ale was a ward against the 'healers' as there were none in sight of any of these camps."

"Please go on." Several of the patrons plea.

"It was not long before I found out some of the history of the creatures. They are degenerative sorcerers, made from a cross-breed of dark-elven clerics and vampires. I found out that the cross-breeding went wrong and they slowly lose health over time. They are still alive and therefore require to drain life from others in order to keep living. That's why I did not want those two to touch me.

I also discovered, after pouring ale on my other wounds, that it removes the effect of their touch. That is all I know."

"Thankyou for that insight, those two hooded figures have been here since we opened. They look human, not dark-elven, they could be more of your initiates."

The Cleric then pours the ale on her legs and the sores slowly disappear.

"Sorry to waste your ale, but the finer it is, the quicker it works."
"Not at all. Have another, on the house, to drink this time."
"Sure, why not."

The two hooded females are trying desperately to escape, when one calls out. "You left us here to be attacked, now you will pay!" and knocks a glass of ale onto her hands. "OW! That stings..."

"They have not fully transformed! Quickly, we need a keg of your finest, I will request that the Order of the Golden Dragon repay you for your help."

"Certainly." The barkeep rushes to the cellar and comes back with a keg of ale.
"We must drench them quickly, they may still recover!"

Several patrons rush over to help the barkeep life the keg over the two females and open it over the top of them. Several litres of ale gush over the two hooded figures and they begin to scream.

"STOP!" yells one of the females. The barkeep stands the keg up and begins to notice a change in the females' appearances.

"It worked, they are healing rapidly."
"Good, we need to dry them off and I will talk to them after they are cleaned off. Once again, I must thankyou for your kindness, barkeep. "
"It was a pleasure to help the Order, I hope you visit more often."

Several minutes later, two females walk down from the rooms upstairs and walk towards Aria.

"Thankyou for saving us. We were attacked on our way from a town not far from here."
"Not at all, I am here to collect you, in one form or another. We must leave quickly and report our findings to the High Lords."

The three Clerics leave the tavern after saying goodbye, carrying several jugs of ale.

~ The End ~

What do you think?

You mustnâ´t write something like that

Znork is trying to quit drinking, this might spoil it

It started to be just a little battle for the Heroes Fight Club. Well, I will turn it in a interesting history. You will see.
About the numbers, note taken. The fact was that I feared making some big mistakes or put a number that wasn't in my head, I work with the symbols easier, but how I do review my writting again and again, I think that won't be an issue.
And, I may antecipate the next too.

Keep it coming people ! You are all talented writers it seems!

Here's Part 2 of the story, I hope you like it:

The Clerics of the Black Hand - Part 2

Aria and the two initiates head out towards the woods in an attempt to find a group of travellers willing to join them on the trip back to Arv'tri. The party of three is silent until the youngest initiate speaks out.

"Aria, do you where these 'Healers' come from? Would it not be a good idea to scout out their hideout so wew may inform the High Lords of its location. I would save them the task of organising a scouting party.'

"Good thinking initiate. What are your names, we never introduced ourselves at the tavern."

"I am Sara, and this is my younger sister, Lana." The elder of the two initiates announces.

"Well, Sara and Lana, we best find someone who will help us scout the lair out then. I wonder where the nearest camp is."

"Just to our left, through those trees, I believe." Sara points out. "I can see a faint light coming from in those group of trees."

The three Clerics head towards a flickering light in a small group of trees to their left. As they approach the camp, they notice that the flame is bairly burning and there is no-one is sight.

"It seems that the 'Healers' have overcome their weakness to ale. The camp has been ransacked and whomever was here has been taken by the 'Healers'."


To be continued...

Continuing the "epic":

- So… you are saying that you fought an undead army that large with your small force, didn’t try to come back for backup and that you won?
- As I just said: YES.
- Are you implying that our scrying spells went THAT wrong?
- I have more than a hundred mans and beings that can say so.
- Like that your man wouldn’t say what you command them to say.
- You can also check the battlefield Luanter.
- Endithier, we believe you in what you say. But we have to ask these questions.
- Maybe, BUT, I just can’t believe that the scrying of the council could go that wrong.
- Please Endithier, that’s the exact reason we are finding difficult to understand what you implying.
- Yes, I know Mantilieth. So please forgive me, but that is also the reason of my next action.
- That would be?
- I’m requesting a vote of distrust, as my right being a general of the Sylvan protector army, to the elder council of the community of Yenderlar, based on the belief that a member of the council itself is conspiring against the Sylvan and the Dragon of Earth by working to one of our enemies!
- Blasphemy!
- I VOTE IN FAVOR. - A deep, organic voice come from the heights, the place designed to the dragon matriarch of an elven community in the council tree.
- But Allesdenvollanya, this is a direct offence against the council and the Sylvan.
- YES! HE IS BOLD TO DO SO. AND I DO BELIEVE HIS WORDS ARE CONVINCING. SOMEONE MUST BE CONSPIRING FROM THE INSIDE FOR SUCH LACK OF EFFICIENCE FROM THE COUNCIL. AS CLOSE HEIR OF THE DRAGON OF EARTH MY OPINION MUST HAVE ITS WORTH.
- So may it be. I’ll vote in favor as well.
- I will vote in favor. â€" Most of the members continue in approval to the request.
- So it be, if that’s the way, but be aware Endithier, if we find that you are, in any way, trying to spread distrust and nothing more in the council with you requisition, your rank as general will be taken away.
- I am aware.
- Now, leave.
Endithier leave the council hall. In the outside of the greater tree a female elf with silver hair with a feather and leaf clothing stares at him:
- Always challenging the council, you have no self preservation instinct do you?
- I’m not challenging anyone, just trying to make the council to do its job.
- It only seems that you hate you rank as a general.
- If that meant that I would stay more time with you, Lunastary, I would. But that’s not the truth. By the way, I didn’t saw you in the council.
- Of course not. You know very well that my brother Luanter is back from his duty. Why you always do such stupid questions?
- Because I love to see your face of impatience. How you show it pretty often, our union has everything to be perfect.
- HA! With me showing you my pretty face and you annoying me?
- Hmm… I can offer you all my love as well.
He places his arm around her neck. His face close to hers.
- So, what may I do for my favorite druidess today?

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- This part of the report is indeed interesting.
- Let me guess, the part where the imp got slapped by one of the succubus?
- Oh! This was funny, but the other part. The one where you helped the Sylvan in the battle.
- Ah. “Sorry” for disappointing you. What a shame of me.
- I like sarcasm you know? It has a sweet taste. But no, no. I’m not disappointed. Far from it. I’m really proud; you took the opportunity, and only lost four imps and two demons.
- Yeah, “right”. In the battle.
- It is so cute when you do that. I could guess without even hearing your voice how they died. And thus, now you have the trust of the Sylvan.
- Only one general of theirs, and I will NOT betray him.
- Of course not! Who said YOU would do that? And the scavenging?
- We found a deposit where they gathered the resources they found. You may find interesting what we got, there was a small box protected by a bone dragon. It wasn’t a tough battle, your sword was useless against it, but it was beneath me.
- Of course it was! And the box?
- Here.
He takes from his armor a little ivory chest. He lifts it to the height of the eyes.
- Hmm, not much impressive right?
The duke takes the tiny chest in his hand. He crushes it like he did before to Ezaviel’s sword. A small pendant with a jade jewel is found in the dust.
- Impressive! It is strong magic, resisted to my strength. Looks like you found something really neat from that little mission of yours. Now let me examine it, as it is what we need for in the invasion.
- WHAT?
- The invasion, you know. Expand our boarders to your world, that’s in the top of our “things to do” list.
- You will slave all the creatures of the planet?
- Me? No! First, we. Remember, we. Second, we won’t slave them. Why do that, such an inconvenience, they try to riot and so on. After all, we have enough imps for the unpleasant tasks.
- What will you do then?
- WE! We will slay the creatures of the planet.
- WHAT!!! No, you can’t. You will have to fight all realms of the world to do so.
- Wake up! Look around. The hell is full! We have more than enough troops to invade wherever we want. Thus, the greater infernals, like me, could easily take the world. We just can’t leave the hell. And the infernals are incompetents by rule; we can’t command them from here. And lot’s of factors also makes it difficult to us, like the difficult to send our troops. But the little things, like the pendant you just gave me, can be used to turn the wave of things. I know THAT pedant, with that I can easily go to the mortal realm, I just need to know how to use it, it is not just placing it in my neck you know? Don’t look at me like that, you asked me to be sincere, and as a demon of word, I’m being so. We deserve the surface, the earth, the planet!
- I WON’T LET…
The duke kicks Ezaviel in the chest before any action. He is thrown away, but he flips in the air and flies to the duke. A precise cut in his shoulder. But he is using that sword… the duke laughs and punches him. He falls to the ground, but he rises and flies. Heading to the infernal gate.
- NO! You don’t know the truth you seek yet! YOU STILL NEED ME! CAN’T YOU SEE? TAKE HIM!
Few dozens of imps show up. They are slaughtered in the same second by a sequence of slashes. Fire crosses the sky. “Succubuses!” He thinks. One flaming strike hits him, but he doesn’t lose balance and continues to fly. A pit lord stands in his path, he avoids him difficultly. Flying low is hard to maneuver. “I don’t have time for struggle.” But two devils are just in front of the gate. “Well, since I’m with this sword…” He strikes the ground, the crack follows to the gate, both devils swallowed by it and incinerated, but the attack affects the gate. It is destroyed, almost immediately, but Ezaviel is already past it when it happens.
- DAM*NED BE HIM!!!... Oh, look at me. How I got carried through! It matters not. I have something that can be the greatest gift hell ever got. For the gift, I let him go and live, for now. Now, how do that pendant works…

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Ezaviel got past the gate, but he thinks to himself: “What have I done?” A shadow surrounds him from above, he looks up to who is making it.
- Camathiel!
- For the crimes against the haven, you, Ezaviel, will be brought to be judged by the Holy Dragon God.
- Nice to see you too. Sorry, but I can’t. Not yet.
- What are you talking about?
- I may have done something terrible. But the reason I did it was not yet fulfilled. I’m sorry, but I have to do this.
Ezaviel thrusts his sword against Camathiel. But the other archangel dodges gracefully, spinning and hitting Ezaviel in his wing.
- ARGH! Not there again!
- Do not make me destroy your essence Ezaviel.
- Right. I understand.
Camathiel slowly takes his sword out of Ezaviel wing. Ezaviel suddenly strikes upward and cuts one arm and one wing of Camathiel. Camathiel wounds bleed for moments, but then stops with a holy light.
- I understand, but I simply can’t. I’m seeking a true justice. And I doubt it will be found between humans.
- And you distrust the Holy Dragon God?
- My doubt in the humans has shown me my doubt in the Holy Dragon God as well. I will search somewhere where I can find truth.
- Know that with your actions, the Holy Dragon God has denied to you your gift.
- Well, that will be my best protection from the haven. After all, you didn’t killed me because your compassion intervened. Now, sorry for that.
Ezaviel makes a clean slash though Camathiel chest. He watches Camathiel essence to fade away and take distance.
- Right. Now you have done the worst thing you could have ever done Ezaviel, you know there is no turn back… At least you still have that sword, after all, how the duke said, it is a gift. Now, where should I go?

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The lich approaches a tomb. He walks down it and reaches toward a coffin. The coffin opens; a beautiful woman rises from it. Her skin is pale and her clothing scarce through it. She gazes at the lich for a moment. Then she stands up and heads to a door at the south of the chamber.
A man is chained at the wall. She glances at him, then she approaches slowly and holds his face with her hands, he awakes and tries to cry out, but he is gagged. She bites him as the lich watches. The man’s skin starts to pale out. In few minutes he is dried out.
She cleans her lips and faces the lich again.
- Deleafor, how was your assignment?
- Splendid my mistress. How you said it would be. An inferno force was there. But it was odd indeed.
- What was odd?
- Well… how you have guessed, Yenderlar sent a small force to attack us. But it was a bit stronger than I gave credit. And they had an excellent leader. But that’s not the oddest. The inferno only sent a small squad, but… it was being led by an archangel.
- An archangel? Deleafor, I told you that you shouldn’t try to fool me once I show you the secret of the lichedom. I told you I didn’t wanted to lose you. I accepted to give it instead of transforming you into one of my own. And you come here with lies?
- Not a lie my mistress Lillithy. I swear by my eternity that an archangel was fighting sided with the demons. But either way, I think I would lose my army to the Sylvan force.
- Now you are trying to be an incompetent lackey. I gave you a considerable army, and you say you would lose to a laughable Sylvan force? I made sure that Allesdenvollanya would send an unimpressive army.
- How I said, their hero was gifted and experienced. He took us by surprise in our path. But may I remember to my mistress, the primary objective of my trip was a success.
- So, do the pendant was found by the infernals?
- Yes, as the wight servant reported, that archangel fought the weakened bone dragon and took the pendant. One duke may be examining the pendant as we speak.
- Oh! That’s great news indeed my former lover. Now, we just need to wait the duke try to leave hell, then, our plans may come to start…

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Great- as allways

For once someone who is faster than he promisses to be.

Next part can only come at friday at best. Lots of work to do. But I promisse no delays.

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Oh! That’s great news indeed my former lover. Now, we just need to wait the duke try to leave hell, then, our plans may come to start…

Your latest one was absolutely splendid Sandro.. You are truly the master.. Beside you - what talent I may have - fades. Great job, and great twist on the story.

Well if anyone would care I'll have my next chapter up within â½ hour.

Sorry but, it seens there are some inconsistancies with the text. I will try to fix it, it just vanished half of it... Hold on.

Done, lets see if it keeps that way.

"How is he doing?" Dar-Talos approached the druids surrounding Ten-Nithor with a face weary of many sorrows.
"He is yet young, for an elf, and the earthen essence of life in him - his core if you will - is unharmed" But something sinister is at work here. With our skills we should be able to more than heal him. But his wounds fester. His flesh is rotting. There is more than a knife at work here."
While the one druid spoke, the two other cotinueally murmured their spells and incarnations. Suddenly one of them dropped to the ground with a loud ear-piercing shriek. The two other druids rushed to him. Fortunately nothing serious had happened to the druid. He spoke, his face looking slightly aged:
"As you asked me to" master - he nodded towards the druid that had spoken to Dar-Talos - "I tried to divine what the nature might be of this ailment our general suffers from, and I saw, I'm sure you already have guessed that he is poisoned. But the truth is yet more dire than that. This is not from a dark elves blade. Our general is decaying, but he is not dying, his flesh are rotting, but his muscles as strong as ever, his mind is fading, but he is as cunning as he ever was."
The druids and Dar-Talos gasped in horror.
"Someone - or something has poisoned him. The poison of the living dead rushes within his veins, unless the life within him prevails he will become one of them. A Lich-warrior, more deadly than the world have ever seen."
"Then we have no choice, we must put his life to an end." The druid who appeared to be in charge spoke slowly.
"With heavy hearts, we will do what we must. But even here in the underground, we will make his end glorious and beautiful, he was a hero, and he deserves a hero's passing!"

The druid left Dar-Talos alone with the decaying elven general. Ten-Nithor waved Dar-Talos closer to him:
"My days on earth, have come to a sudden, an certainly unpleasant end. I trust the druids will send me to the halls of my fathers before this.. this.. rot takes me over. When I am gone there will be talk about turning back, back to our capitol! I trust you! Yes you human! Not to let them do so. My father was investigating something... sinister within our high council. I am sure that has something to do with his certain disappearing, that something is also behind this taint flowing in my veins. - Take my amulet, that they will not burn.
He took off a small amulet around his neck, this is my family heirloom! A hallmark of the House of the Oak. It will prove your worth to my father, if... WHEN! you find him! Go now, leave me. You are an outlander free of all political influence from the druids of the high council. That is why, you alone can be trusted to do the right thing. May you bear the hallmakr of the Oak with honor, courage and wisdom!"
The moment the amulet hang lose from the neck he felt it's power. It was of a strange nature, he coulnd't say excactly how he felt different, or in which way he had been strenghtened, but strenghtened he was never the less.

With hasty steps the general. Entering the improvised "barracks" of the warriors.

He didn't know but his voice was stronger, and won hearts more easily than earlier.
"Warriors! I am a stranger in your midst, one of the shortlived. Your general, lies dying, poisoned by a traitor in our midst. The druids are preparing for his last rite. However he spoke to me - his last words - WE MUST ENDURE! Our lost druids must be found and rescued!"
The elves cheered! Ready to go anywhere, to follow this human anywhwere...
But then one stepped forth from them. His tongue spitting words as poison:
"Who are you? HUMAN! to come and command us, the eldest children of this hallowed earth. Why would the general speak to you, unwise man, bound to the dust with the chains of time? - You lie! Isn't it obvious my brothers and sisters? HE" the elf pointed a finger at Dar-Talos "poisoned the general, he even had the courage to rob his family amulet, and now! Now you will follow him to your doom in these cold caves?"
"Silence!" One of the few surviving unicorns entered the room. "I sense no deceit in this humans heart, he might very well lead you to your doom, but he will not do so willingly. Why do you speak words about treason young elf? Why do you seed mistrust among the children of the wood?"
"I have no trust of humans"
"Judge them not by race, but by actions"
"He is foul! To the core, don't you see the humans? They're all alike! Treachorous, no better than the hell-spawn of Inferno!"
The elf drew a dagger and jumped towards Dar-Talos. But the unicorn charged and impaled him before he could do any harm to the human.
"Sad to waste ones life on distrust, and violence. But so it is done, and it cannot be mended. Leave the elf here"
The unicorn gallopped out of the room, and all of the elves followed.

The druids were preparing to burn Ten-Nithor, the wood and flowers to decorate his last journey seemingly all conjured out of nowhere.
A torch was lit and dropped upon the large pyre. But the moment it caugt fire, Ten-Nithor rose. and jumped down before catching on fire himself. He grabbed one of the druids by the throat, seemingly sucking all life out of him, till nothing but a corpse lay on the ground. Then he jumped for Dar-Talos, but Dar-talos grabbed the Oak-amulet holding it out to ward him. The Lich-warrior could do nothing against the powers of the amulet, and letting out an eerie sound of frustration, he fled down the caverns..

Dar-Talos looked at the fallen druid, but he had already turned to dust. "So passes Ten-Nithor, great among the sylvan. Praised be his name." He kneeled for a second. "These caverns harbors powers far more sinister than those of the darkelves. Let's find the druids and get out of here."

He grabbed a lit torch, and leaving the pyre still burning - without a corpse on it - he rushed down the caverns with the small elven army following after him.

These storys really ought to be campaigns.- I think I have said something similar, but please continue writing these excellent storys

****. I'm bored enough to write one of these myself! (yes, I know I suck at this. No I don't know what I'm going to write, so that's why it's probably going to seem abit stupid)

'Bah! Why can't anyone follow their **** orders the way they're supposed to?! The battle should have been easily won, yet these dimwits almost managed to get us all killed!' The Great General muttered to himself while cleaning the almost dried blood off his golden-hilted sword.

He was just about to go to his tent to rest, and think of new tactics to counter the enemy, when all of a sudden a deep note sounded in the distance. 'No... it cannot be! We were victors this day!' Instinctively he looked up, and to his shock he could make out a legion. The Legion of life, acording to their horn. It could be nothing else! A long way off, but he was sure! 'What?! This cannot be! They were defeated! They cannot have returned so soon with such an army!' he spoke so only he would hear.

With no time to waste, the General ran as fast as he could to a nearby lookout post. He had to be sure. Sure enough, his fears were confirmed: Ten thousand men, a thousand horse, and a hundred Griffins. All advancing on their position, but at a slow rate. The General assumed they had an hour give or take a little, to make ready.

It took him a few precious minutes to grasp the situation. Eleven thousand emeny troops, and his battalion of one thousand had nowhere to run, with those blasted Griffins that could pick them off from the air if they fled. He did not let himself dwell on why or how this army arrived, though. The General knew that he must act fast.

It took the General a good twenty minutes to figure out how he was going to use his troops - the most it ever took him. He was always a great stratigest, but he felt this was beyond him.
A nearby hill would serve this day. There they would make their stand. There, he knew, blood will flow. There, he knew, his blood will flow.

It was time. Time for the general to make his stand. He knew it was hopeless, but he went on anyway. He looked into the not-so-far distance. He could make out Crusaders in shining armor, Paladins on their horses, and Golden shields with the emblem of life. He needed to hurry.
'Vampires to the flank! Zombie leaders, bring your troops to the front! Skeleton archers and Liches - Behind them!'

When everyone was ready the General sighed to himself one last time. The fighting would start soon. He was not afraid of dying. Death had him already. He was afraid for his country. He saw in his mind the army of the so-called good swallowing all he loved in this world. Everyone thought him cruel and heartless, but he knew they were wrong. He forgot that thought in an instant. They were here. The battle was upon him. It was time for one last hopeless charge. It was time to die for what he loved. 'CCCCCCHHAAARRRGGEEE!'

Why does it have to have such a sad end?