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[ 20] Scorn: Fw: Please post in History Spool
Mon Jul 20 09:40:06 1998
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| From: Grokle
| To: scorn
| Subject: Please post in History Spool
| Date: Mon Jul 20 09:39:36 1998

Subject... Verminaisia/Marauder war part II.

The fires die down as the smoldering bodies are finally robbed of their flammable composition. Anger surges through the hearts and souls of the Verminasian army. As the shock of what just happened slowly wears off, rages begin to flare. A new charge is ordered but first, some necessary precautions. A lone mage begins an incantation, the winds pick up then load explosion erupt thought the Arkanian city. Archers begin to send flight after flight of flaming arrows blindly into the city. Then the call is made, "CHARGE!" With that, a loud war cry is bellowed forth and the army begins to move.

Inside the city, Grimslade paces. "Why can't we go out there and face them. I hate all this waiting."

"Patience, my friend," Hammurabi said with calmness in his voice. "The battle will come to us soon enough. But when it gets here, they will wish they had stayed home. "

Grimslade turned to try one more tactic so that the waiting could end.

"I know how we could end this," he began, "and without losing a single man."

This of course piqued Hammurabi's interest. "Go on," he said.

"Well, we just YEAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHH...," Grimslade screams out as flames shoot up his back. A stray Arrow has found its way to him and he succumbs to its flames.

Outraged, Hammurabi, orders the counter charge. Another war cry bellows forth and the battle begins in earnest. The armies clash screams and explosions, blood and smoke, turn the city into a grisly, yet colorful, exhibit.

Hammurabi grabs Dramyr and says, "Come with me." They rush into the fray, determined to make Verminasia pay for the life of their friend and confidant. Two unfortunate souls stood between them and Arakayd: Kristian and Eegore. They were hell-bent on protecting their general. Hammurabi and Dramyr engage them. Sparks fly everywhere as their weapons collide. Eegore lands a slash onto Hammurabi's shoulder but all that does is increase his rage. He feigns a low strike but then shifts up and catches Eegore off guard. Eegore slumps to the ground as his head rolls off on a path of its own.

Meanwhile Dramyr crosses swords with Kristian. His blade dances the dance of death and welcomes Kristian into the dance as he slices deep within Kristian's abdomen. Kristian falls, nurturing the ground with blood as does so many this day. When they regroup, Arakayd is no longer in view.

Hammurabi swears, "He will die as will that wench queen of his. This is my oath."

Raije claimed 3 more lives this day. May Grimslade, Eegore, and Kristian rest in peace.