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OOC: I'm trying not Godmod on this post, so thats why Tariq suffers during the post and collapses at the end. Say something if I still did.
Tariq the Archeops
Scarwell, Azmarax, Under Siege
Tariq! Take a flying battalion with explosive barrels, fly over the Abyss army, and drop the barrels on their heads, don’t die, Kraxel ordered Tariq.
Tariq listened and rallied what flying soldiers they had left and flew to the harbor. Dropping the barrels over the ships, they exploded on contact, sending soldiers and debris everywhere, but it seemed like they sunk more ships than they helped. From the sky, the Abyss's army seemed smaller than it was before, but by now, most of their army defenses were gone with them; time seemed like it was running out. "Do you have anymore ideas Seer?!" a Pidgeot asked, frantic.
Tariq spotted the large flying unit approaching the city, well armed for air attacks that could cause massive damage. "I might have one, but...well, I don't know if it'll just kill me, or if it'll even work," Tariq replied, looking down at the wall, spotting Kraxel right in the line of one of the airstrikes, Kraxel! Tariq yelled.
Tariq dived done without warning to intercept the attack dropped by a group of Skarmory, but the attack already hit the wall and crumbled it to pieces. Kraxel went flying and quickly was buried in the rubble. Tariq hit the ground, taking a hit to his left foot, while the rest of the group followed. "We can't hold the line!" a soldier shouted in distress.
Tariq hurried to move the stones burying Kraxel, luckily, he wasn't buried too far; he was still breathing, but seemed unconcious. Everything seemed to be happening quickly, hours seemed like minutes during the battle, and it looked like now was the final hour, for either them, or the Abyss. "Everyone! Abandon your posts!" Tariq ordered, "Fall back and defend the Palace! Now!!"
Tariq slung Kraxel over his shoulders and made a run for it with the rest of the army. Looking up, the Abyss's air units seemed more numerous, now, than their ground units; explosions and attacks dropped everywhere around them, destroying buildings, killing soldiers, and even civilians. After an eternal 5 minutes, Tariq and most of the Defense had reached the City Center and Palace. Tariq threw Kraxel on the marble floors of the Palace and motioned for soldiers to come over. "This was your brilliant plan Seer?!?" a soldier asked, fighting outside shaking the Palace.
"Just make sure Kraxel lives!" Tariq ordered, trying to keep them in line, "I still haven't even started yet!"
Tariq rushed outside to see the defense repelling the advancing Abyss army, but they were still suffering losses, and the Abyss had the upper hand now with their air units; hoping there was still hope, Tariq rushed down the steps and frantically dug into the bag over his shoulder, ignoring most of the supplies, he reached for the bottom and pulled out a large scroll, the same one he'd 'borrowed' from Mount Houan's library before he left. Laying it vertically on the remains of a podium, at the bottom of the Palace steps, Tariq quickly prayed that this would work. "Someone keep the Abyss off of me!" Tariq yelled.
"This isn't the time for reading!" one of the commanders yelled, "What are you doing?!?"
"...Finding new recruits," Tariq replied.
Opening the scroll, Tariq stared at the old paper; written, like most of what he'd already encountered, in the ancient language of the Unown, he began to read what was wirtten. The soldiers guarding him couldn't have any idea what he was saying, but saw the scroll he was reading begin to...glow...as the light emitted began to grow stronger. "...And crush my enemies," Tariq finally said out loud.
A strange light and thunder filled the sky, as the scroll continued to glow; Tariq went to his knees and kept his hands together as fatigue and pain shot through him. Out of nowhere, the Abyss air soldiers shrieked as the light slowly faded. Time itself seemed to stop as the bombardments stopped; the Defense was in shock as the siege seemed to suddenly stop, but the war cries and charges of the ground forces cut their hopes short. Realizing they'd let their defenses down, they hurried to get back in order, but the Abyss had taken the opportunity the overwhelm their barricades and set-ups. "Tariq!" a familiar voice yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"
Tariq ignored Seryl's question as he continued to remain focused. The aAbyss air units shrieked again as they prepared to attack again. "EVERYONE! GET BACK!" the Duke yelled, now outside watching the Abyss overwhelm the square.
Soldiers rushed out of the Palace to see the Horde no further than a hundred yards from the Palace; hope escaped from everyone as they saw Tariq continue to...mediate...or pray...but their fading morale suddenly stopped as two explosions completely obliterated the group advancing to the Palace. "What the hell was that?!?" someone yelled.
The Defense army looked up; in complete awe, they watched as the AByss's flying army attacked their own allies on the ground. The Abyss's ground forces did not seem to be fazed, but the sheer number of the flying units began to kill more than they could move in to replace. "What on..." the Duke mumbled, glancing at Tariq, "Forget it! The AByss is losing their progress! Push forward!"
The Duke rallied the remaining army, thei morale now slightly renewed, and charged over the hills of dead bodies back towards the walls. I knew this would work! Tariq said to himself.
However, his joy was quickly broken by the increasing pain he was beginning to feel from everything the scroll was doing. He began sweating quickly as his heart rate picked up, making it difficult to keep balanced, even on his knees. The wound he'd sustained in his foot began to hurt even more as the pain was magnified from his fatigue. Feeling as though he was fading in and out of consciousness as the long minuted went by, he wondered: How much longer can he keep control over the air units?
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The corrupted Archeops scryed the battle in his mind, watching as the Abyss's air units turn on their own army. Shocked, he scryed around the Palace for an answer, and spotted Tariq, using an Abyssal Scroll, an item said to have been created by the Ancients to bind the Abyss to their will; the knowledge it contained would allow one to bind an Abyss minion, or minions, to their will, but at the cost of their own life energy. He's proven himself to have a strong will. Most without one would either be controlled themselves by the Abyss, or die trying, the Archeops said to himself, He knows he can't keep his grip on our soldiers for long...Perhaps I can help with that.
Using his mind to communicate with Tariq, he began to speak in a dreadful voice, You claim soldiers of the Abyss as your tools of war, but did you ever think that meddling with immortal affairs wouldn't claim YOUR life?
He could see Tariq was in pain and fatigued from keeping control of the soldiers. You have...no power...over me...Who...are you?...
Ha! You think I have no power over you, but I AM you!...I am Zashar, and I am your sins Tariq, and I know everything about you, including your order; the Irfan have no power over the Abyss, members of your order have tried the same thing as you did, to further their own goals, and now their souls serve the Abyss...As will you in time... Zashar replied, laughing.
Tariq's pain froze as he heard those words; it was his Fallen, but he had no idea what he meant by the Irfan having tried 'the same thing.' However, his pain quicly returned to him as he felt himself become cold, shivering in the hot sun of Scarwell; he was beginning to get hypothermia, and his heart rate was beginning to slow down. ...You will not win this war... Tariq muttered.
Tariq, with shaking hands, opened the scroll further. Reading the final part of the scroll, the scroll glowed once more, as he used his little remaining energy to kill the flying AByss soldiers he'd taken control of; by now, they must've have destroyed more than half of the horde after catching them off guard. Their shrieks could be heard from outside the city, as they crashed to the ground.
Tariq broke his focus and the glowing light soon stopped afterwards; he was quickly warmed by the sun, but collapsed where he was kneeling. Some of the soldiers left to watch the Palace hurried to Tariq's aid. Tariq felt his body return to normal slowly, as his fatigue caught up with him and caused him to fall asleep as they brought him back into the Palace. This is not over Tariq, you may have survived this battle, but you have not survived the war, Zashar said, withdrawing from his mind.
Tariq said nothing as the soldiers tended to his exhaustion and wounds.
Tariq the Archeops
Scarwell, Azmarax, Under Siege
Tariq! Take a flying battalion with explosive barrels, fly over the Abyss army, and drop the barrels on their heads, don’t die, Kraxel ordered Tariq.
Tariq listened and rallied what flying soldiers they had left and flew to the harbor. Dropping the barrels over the ships, they exploded on contact, sending soldiers and debris everywhere, but it seemed like they sunk more ships than they helped. From the sky, the Abyss's army seemed smaller than it was before, but by now, most of their army defenses were gone with them; time seemed like it was running out. "Do you have anymore ideas Seer?!" a Pidgeot asked, frantic.
Tariq spotted the large flying unit approaching the city, well armed for air attacks that could cause massive damage. "I might have one, but...well, I don't know if it'll just kill me, or if it'll even work," Tariq replied, looking down at the wall, spotting Kraxel right in the line of one of the airstrikes, Kraxel! Tariq yelled.
Tariq dived done without warning to intercept the attack dropped by a group of Skarmory, but the attack already hit the wall and crumbled it to pieces. Kraxel went flying and quickly was buried in the rubble. Tariq hit the ground, taking a hit to his left foot, while the rest of the group followed. "We can't hold the line!" a soldier shouted in distress.
Tariq hurried to move the stones burying Kraxel, luckily, he wasn't buried too far; he was still breathing, but seemed unconcious. Everything seemed to be happening quickly, hours seemed like minutes during the battle, and it looked like now was the final hour, for either them, or the Abyss. "Everyone! Abandon your posts!" Tariq ordered, "Fall back and defend the Palace! Now!!"
Tariq slung Kraxel over his shoulders and made a run for it with the rest of the army. Looking up, the Abyss's air units seemed more numerous, now, than their ground units; explosions and attacks dropped everywhere around them, destroying buildings, killing soldiers, and even civilians. After an eternal 5 minutes, Tariq and most of the Defense had reached the City Center and Palace. Tariq threw Kraxel on the marble floors of the Palace and motioned for soldiers to come over. "This was your brilliant plan Seer?!?" a soldier asked, fighting outside shaking the Palace.
"Just make sure Kraxel lives!" Tariq ordered, trying to keep them in line, "I still haven't even started yet!"
Tariq rushed outside to see the defense repelling the advancing Abyss army, but they were still suffering losses, and the Abyss had the upper hand now with their air units; hoping there was still hope, Tariq rushed down the steps and frantically dug into the bag over his shoulder, ignoring most of the supplies, he reached for the bottom and pulled out a large scroll, the same one he'd 'borrowed' from Mount Houan's library before he left. Laying it vertically on the remains of a podium, at the bottom of the Palace steps, Tariq quickly prayed that this would work. "Someone keep the Abyss off of me!" Tariq yelled.
"This isn't the time for reading!" one of the commanders yelled, "What are you doing?!?"
"...Finding new recruits," Tariq replied.
Opening the scroll, Tariq stared at the old paper; written, like most of what he'd already encountered, in the ancient language of the Unown, he began to read what was wirtten. The soldiers guarding him couldn't have any idea what he was saying, but saw the scroll he was reading begin to...glow...as the light emitted began to grow stronger. "...And crush my enemies," Tariq finally said out loud.
A strange light and thunder filled the sky, as the scroll continued to glow; Tariq went to his knees and kept his hands together as fatigue and pain shot through him. Out of nowhere, the Abyss air soldiers shrieked as the light slowly faded. Time itself seemed to stop as the bombardments stopped; the Defense was in shock as the siege seemed to suddenly stop, but the war cries and charges of the ground forces cut their hopes short. Realizing they'd let their defenses down, they hurried to get back in order, but the Abyss had taken the opportunity the overwhelm their barricades and set-ups. "Tariq!" a familiar voice yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"
Tariq ignored Seryl's question as he continued to remain focused. The aAbyss air units shrieked again as they prepared to attack again. "EVERYONE! GET BACK!" the Duke yelled, now outside watching the Abyss overwhelm the square.
Soldiers rushed out of the Palace to see the Horde no further than a hundred yards from the Palace; hope escaped from everyone as they saw Tariq continue to...mediate...or pray...but their fading morale suddenly stopped as two explosions completely obliterated the group advancing to the Palace. "What the hell was that?!?" someone yelled.
The Defense army looked up; in complete awe, they watched as the AByss's flying army attacked their own allies on the ground. The Abyss's ground forces did not seem to be fazed, but the sheer number of the flying units began to kill more than they could move in to replace. "What on..." the Duke mumbled, glancing at Tariq, "Forget it! The AByss is losing their progress! Push forward!"
The Duke rallied the remaining army, thei morale now slightly renewed, and charged over the hills of dead bodies back towards the walls. I knew this would work! Tariq said to himself.
However, his joy was quickly broken by the increasing pain he was beginning to feel from everything the scroll was doing. He began sweating quickly as his heart rate picked up, making it difficult to keep balanced, even on his knees. The wound he'd sustained in his foot began to hurt even more as the pain was magnified from his fatigue. Feeling as though he was fading in and out of consciousness as the long minuted went by, he wondered: How much longer can he keep control over the air units?
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The corrupted Archeops scryed the battle in his mind, watching as the Abyss's air units turn on their own army. Shocked, he scryed around the Palace for an answer, and spotted Tariq, using an Abyssal Scroll, an item said to have been created by the Ancients to bind the Abyss to their will; the knowledge it contained would allow one to bind an Abyss minion, or minions, to their will, but at the cost of their own life energy. He's proven himself to have a strong will. Most without one would either be controlled themselves by the Abyss, or die trying, the Archeops said to himself, He knows he can't keep his grip on our soldiers for long...Perhaps I can help with that.
Using his mind to communicate with Tariq, he began to speak in a dreadful voice, You claim soldiers of the Abyss as your tools of war, but did you ever think that meddling with immortal affairs wouldn't claim YOUR life?
He could see Tariq was in pain and fatigued from keeping control of the soldiers. You have...no power...over me...Who...are you?...
Ha! You think I have no power over you, but I AM you!...I am Zashar, and I am your sins Tariq, and I know everything about you, including your order; the Irfan have no power over the Abyss, members of your order have tried the same thing as you did, to further their own goals, and now their souls serve the Abyss...As will you in time... Zashar replied, laughing.
Tariq's pain froze as he heard those words; it was his Fallen, but he had no idea what he meant by the Irfan having tried 'the same thing.' However, his pain quicly returned to him as he felt himself become cold, shivering in the hot sun of Scarwell; he was beginning to get hypothermia, and his heart rate was beginning to slow down. ...You will not win this war... Tariq muttered.
Tariq, with shaking hands, opened the scroll further. Reading the final part of the scroll, the scroll glowed once more, as he used his little remaining energy to kill the flying AByss soldiers he'd taken control of; by now, they must've have destroyed more than half of the horde after catching them off guard. Their shrieks could be heard from outside the city, as they crashed to the ground.
Tariq broke his focus and the glowing light soon stopped afterwards; he was quickly warmed by the sun, but collapsed where he was kneeling. Some of the soldiers left to watch the Palace hurried to Tariq's aid. Tariq felt his body return to normal slowly, as his fatigue caught up with him and caused him to fall asleep as they brought him back into the Palace. This is not over Tariq, you may have survived this battle, but you have not survived the war, Zashar said, withdrawing from his mind.
Tariq said nothing as the soldiers tended to his exhaustion and wounds.