Rules-
1. Listen to me and whoever my coop happens to be.
2. You’re not invincible so don’t try to be
3. No god modding, one liners, or flaming
4. If you refuse to be active you won’t be around for long
5. Being too OP is a no-no
Map: http://s21.postimg.org/idmvwm4g7/Evil.png
Political Map: http://s18.postimg.org/mrbhajh61/Evil.png
Note: On the political map the Green is a terra-incognita of sorts. Also, the Overlord's domain is in the Deep red color.
OOC- http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=304789
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[b]Location[/b]
[b]Character Name[/b]
Sarvana-Eledil Border
The sun was beginning to set high in the sky as the two armies stood face to face. It’s oppressive glare made the raw steel held in each man’s hand glitter. A breeze blew from the west that set the banners to flapping lazily. Priests of Mauro walked amongst the men with incense and said prayers in hushed tones as they passed. The Royal standard of Sarvana began to move forward, slowly at first, but soon it picked up a steady pace. The men began to march forward in loose formation. As they passed along the field several mages rode horses to the front of the line and began chanting in a queer language. The King and his Knights strode slightly ahead of the left flank. Once the two armies, the bear and the wolf, were several hundred feet apart the two armies surged forth with a deafening battle cry. As the armies came within mere meters of one another the mages had completed their chant and a massive wall of flame sprung forth and engulfed the first ranks of the opposing army. Some of them men farther back cried out that Mauro had deserted them and they fled from the field. Then the two armies came together in a cacophony of dread, pain, and hunger for death.
The wolf and the bear danced their dance of death that would leave only one standing. After nearly an hour of fighting the bear bloody and battered struck the final blow that killed the wolf. The wolf king was slain and his head was put on a pike and hoisted high above for all to see. The people of Sarvana were without a King and leadership. And the army of Eledil had bled itself nearly dry. It seemed as good a time as any for the roots of evil to take hold.
Prison of Balor
Jon
Jon sat alone in the damp dreadful place that was his home. Deep in a forest there was a prison, a prison meant for someone so evil that no one dare speak his name. Once he had been a hero, but he was corrupted by evil and fell from the light. Within the prison that Jon called home was that infinitely evil creature. The prison had grown decrepit over its long history. The priests of Mauro seemed to have forgotten that evil still lurked no matter how far away it was. Either that or they no longer cared. Jon walked down a long hall that led to the monastery that held the Black Dread of all that was good in the world. He sometimes liked to look at the crypt that held the man’s body. He was supposedly still alive but Jon had never heard him so much as move. Jon walked about and dusted off some of the furnishings as he always did. When he was done he walked over to the crypt and sat there staring at its smooth stone. Jon touched the surface and drew back his hand; it was so cold it almost hurt. And all at once he was filled with sadness and dread. He stumbled back and fell over a bench. He got back to his feet as he heard the heavy steps that could only mean a Paladin was coming.
The Paladin in question was a big brute of a man, even for the standards of the Paladins. Jon knew not why he had been sent to this god forsaken place but everyone was here for one reason or another. Jon had almost gotten away with stealing an ancient relic, though they had caught him and with one less hand had been sent to this prison. There were less than a hundred souls that inhabited this place though it was meant to house over a thousand. The Paladin, walked over to the stone coffin and was about to touch it but drew his hand away at the last moment and turned on Jon. “You’ve been told half a hundred times to resist the temptation to touch it, yet you do it anyway. They may as well sever your other hand for all the good it does you.” The Paladin walked past Jon and as he did cuffed the back of his head. Jon stood straight and walked from the room. What he heard next was something that unsettled him unimaginably. The bell of awakening was being rung. It meant the prison was under attack. Jon felt a warmth seep down his leg and when he looked down he saw that he had defecated himself. Looking up he saw the Brute draw his massive great sword and then he looked to Jon and simply said. “Get to your post boy” before departing.
Jon ran down the corridor and was tempted to follow the man but resisted and turned towards the armory. When he arrived he saw half a dozen Paladins arraying themselves in their splendid armor. It was enameled in an off white and almost made them glow. As one of them left past Jon he heard him whispering a prayer, “Mauros, oh holy one, I beseech you to protect us in our time of need . . .” Jon walked to his weapon and armor. He slipped his leather jerkin over his head and grabbed his sword and shield. He ran down the hall to his station as the bells continued to toll. Several priests could be seen at a shrine of Mauros blessing several Paladins for the coming fight. Jon and two others had been given the task of getting word to the outside world that the prison had been compromised. Jon went to find the Commandant to see if he needed to flee.