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Donnerstag, 10. November 2011, 15:47

1 - 4: Awakening
»Back then … I died? «
»N – No way! «
»That can’t possibly be true; can it? «
»But my memories… «
»If it really is the truth they tell – «
»That guy! «

He looked up. The man still stood before him. Monitoring the ranger with his cold eyes, a maniac’s grin appeared on his face.

“You. Who are you?”
“Huh? Didn’t you hear what I just said?
I am Alistar Blaik von Blutfaust, heir to the house of Blutfaust and,” he took a short break, enjoying the look on the man’s eyes.
“And”, he completed his sentence, “a first-class necromancer.”

“Necro – does that mean …? “
“Wahaha! Just look at that stumbled face of yours.
What did you expect me to be, your friendly neighborhood monk? Or a resurrection shrine by chance?
Those were put to hold long time ago, for no-one could afford the fees. Get real, boy!”

“You – you madman! What do you want from me?”
“Madman? Tah. Well, thank you for the compliment, Mr. What’s your name again?”
“I’m not planning on telling you. But you avoided my question; what’s your goal, I asked.”
“Goal? Well, let’s see. I’d guess to gain the ultimate knowledge, you could say.”


“Well then, Mr. Ranger-Guy...”
“That’s not what I’m called.”
“Well, you are the one who wouldn’t tell his name. So, what I just wanted to say – It looks like Rurik over there has finished talking to that prisoner. Let’s get moving.”
“Did you say Rurik? Prince Rurik of Ascalon is here?”
“Surely you don’t listen when you’re told, do you?
Rurik of Ascalon, as you like to call him, has been here for the whole time; he led us past the broken wall and into charr land, to the Ruins of Surmia.
The charr still keep some prisoners, but with those”, he pointed at the freed prisoners behind him “, I think WE got all of them.”

“Unfortunately, that is not true.”
- “My Prince!”
“Oh, so you’re finally awake. What’s your name, young soldier?”
- “That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Viral Greystone, your Majesty, soldier of the Ascalon Vanguard!”
- “Ah, I see. Weren’t you one of those young soldiers who accompanied me two years ago, slaying the invader, Vatlaaw Doomtooth?
That was a dark day in history. Drunken from a small victory, WE did not notice the charr until it was too late.”

“But let’s not talk about those bitter memories. Right now, WE have a mission to fulfill.
Unfortunately, the charr still got some more prisoners.
In the ruins of Drascir, the old capital, they keep the Flaming Scepter Mages.
Night is falling already, but Balthazar be damned if I allow those soldiers to remain slaves of the Charr.
Erol here says he can show us where they’re being held.
It’s very dangerous at night, so I won’t force you. Those of you who don’t want to go ahead, return to safety in Ascalon City. The others follow after me.”

“We’ll go. It would be foolish of us to let you go alone”, Mhenlo responded.
- “Yes, I too will accompany you, my prince.”
“Blutfaust, what about you? Will you return to Ascalon City on your own?”

“Sure, why not. But, if I think about it – I don’t feel like letting that one walk off again before having studied him to the full extend.”, he pointed towards the ranger, “So I guess I, too, will come along.”

“Fine then, let’s not waste any more time. Erol, could you show us the way?”
“Yes, of course. Over there is a way which leads north. Follow me, it shouldn’t be too far.”
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Donnerstag, 17. November 2011, 16:05

1 – 5: Towards the City of Drascir


WE made our way north. Erol knew where his companions
were held, so he led us and the rest of us followed after him.
After a brief period of time, WE encountered charr patrolling along the way.
“More of them! Are WE going to fight them
all? ”
, the monk asked.
“No. It won’t be long till night has
fallen, and WE must not lose any time. We’ll try to avoid combat if possible. ”
,
Prince Rurik answered him.
“Look: there’s another way to the right.
Is that where WE have to go, Erol?”
– “Yes. Over there, you can see the ruins of the city of Drascir. My people
should be kept somewhere in there.”

“Alright then, WE move east.”

A few minutes later, WE arrived at the former city’s
front gate. Unfortunately for us, the drawbridge was up.
Then all of the sudden, Erol collapsed.
“Erol! Are you alright?”
– “Yes; it’s just … I’m a little … out of breath …”
he stumbled, gasping for air.
“Damn it! ”
, Rurik cursed. “He’s been imprisoned for two years; of course he wouldn’t be in the condition
to run around on the battlefield. I should have thought of it sooner.”


“So, what will WE do? WE can’t stay
here for long, that is, unless you want to end up as a charr’s midnight snack.”
,
Blutfaust said. His face clearly showed how he couldn’t care less about the
former slave’s well-being.
“What? “, I grabbed him, “Did you just imply WE should just leave him
here to die?”
“I clearly never said something like that, and everyone
can confirm this. However, to me, it seems that you just don’t like me-for
whatever the reason-and try to put things in my mouth I’d never say. That’s not
very nice of you.”

“You filthy –“

“That’s enough, both of you!“,
the prince suddenly interrupted us.
“I’ll stay here with Erol; you find a way inside the ruins to lower the bridge.
Let’s hope the gate mechanism still works fine after all of those years.”
“Rurik – “
, Mhenlo launched into an objection, knowing the risks the
warrior took upon him, but he was cut short: “No, I’ll be fine as long as you make haste.
Hurry now! WE don’t have any time left to spare.”


“Damn it.”, he didn’t agree to the prince’s decision.
But he knew that he couldn’t make him change his mind. “Well, we’ll have to go if WE
don’t want Rurik to die. This road should lead into the ruins”
, he pointed
east, “, so we’ll move that way.”
“Wait a minute – “, the necromancer raised his voice. “Who said you were the one to lead us?”
“Well, I didn’t hear you objecting, Alistar.”
, the monk looked up and
riposted the tall man’s gaze, clearly pissed off by the necromancer’s attitude.
“So it should be fine, right?”
“No, it’s not. It’s not like you gave me any time to object. What leadership should I
expect from someone who cannot even find his own path? You’d probably lead all
of us right to our doom.”

“I don’t expect you to follow me, Blutfaust.
Go your own way and you’ll see if you make it alone. Besides – “


Kyaah!

“What was that?”
“A scream! Where did it come from?”
“Over there; look!”

Past the river of tar, there was a charr warrior attacking a female soldier.
“Shit! Fast, we’ve got to save her! ”,
Mhenlo shouted as he rushed to help, the others of us followed him.

“You’re never going to learn, pathless. Don’t mindlessly charge at the scream’s direction
– or sooner or later, you will meet your fate at the enemies’ claws.
Just pray that there aren’t too many foes in the area. ”
, the necromancer sighed as he,
too, slowly followed after the others. “Well, I guess I’ll have to help them out.
After all, what can a group of a monk, an elementalist and a ranger do against the
forces of the charr?”


Then he heard a faint sound of steps behind him. He turned around,
prepared to attack whatever enemy there was, as he recognized the small and dark figure.

“Ah, there you are. Where have you been this whole time?”

Before him stood a young dog, barking as he welcomed his master.
But this was by no means a normal dog.
No eyes resided in his head; instead, small and yellow orbs of light glowed deep
inside of his skull. The flesh had given way and revealed the tiny, clean white
bones of his skeleton.

“You know what? Today, I’ve encountered a tiny, little
ranger. Come with me, we’ll try and catch up with him; after all, WE have to
make sure he becomes a fine lich. His name is Viral Greywind. He’s a little shy
but I’m sure you’ll come to like him,
Dust.”


Two more figures stepped out of the darkness and greeted the necromancer.
“Oh, I see.”, he answered the question he asked before as his mien darkened again.

“You went back and brought those two.”

By a hair’s breadth, Cynn evaded the last charr’s attack. Swearing, she
backed down while summoning a giant fireball, sending it against the one who
attacked her. The ball burst into flames as it hit the charr’s chest and sent
him flying. But as soon as the smoke rose, the creature came stumbling out of
the blast, its furry hide ablaze. Instead of burning to a crisp, the Flame
wielder seemed to Draw strength from the flames. Like a flaming demon, the
creature rose and marched towards the elementalist who could not believe her
eyes. With both hands, it raised its huge and flaming staff in the air,
bringing it down on the human.

Cynn cried out as she was devoured by the flames. She had broken free of
the shock and jumped to evade the staff, but she couldn’t evade the magic which
surrounded the weapon. Fuming, she hit the ground.

As Mhenlo rushed to her, I shot my arrows after the attacker, but despite
its looks, it was agile enough to evade them. I was wondering what to do as all
of the sudden, a warrior rushed past me. Having noticed the ally, I looked
behind me, where he came from, and saw another ranger, shooting his arrows at
the creature. It tried to evade them once again, but it couldn’t move its leg. I
looked a little closer and noticed that something had grabbed its leg. One of
the Flame wielders fellows had grasped the leg, rendering the mighty charr
unable to move. Shouting, the mage tried to shake the other charr off, burning
the hand which held his leg in the process. But the charr did not care, for two
arrows were already stuck between his empty eyes. Even though the magic fire burned
away the flesh, the dead bones, covered in a dark green glowing haze, did not
loosen their grip. Then the arrows hit the target in its knee and as the
creature dropped, the warrior brought her massive hammer down on its head.

“Cynn! ”, the monk reached the elementalist, orbs of light,
blue energy bled from his fingertips into her skin.
“Hang in there, you’ll be alright soon!”
“Mhenlo –“, she tried to say something, as she lost consciousness.
“Damn it! ”, he shouted as the blue light healed the burnt skin,
closing up her inner wounds and his energy was drained.
“Come on, Cynn, wake up!”

“Well, hello there,” the necromancer slowly
approached the female soldier who lay in her own blood, a huge wound gaping in
her chest. “To be honest, it doesn’t look like
you’ll make it. What is your name, soldier?”

“Breena … Stavinson. I’ve … watched this road for ten years – “
“Well then, Breena Stavinson. ”,
he continued with a mad smile on his face.
“Your death shall not be in vain.”
And, in another voice:
“Kunōhhan, kunōhhan,
habutu den tōdu shon māru gerōhhan,
dohha nōi rēben shenku ihha ōihha;
aufu dassu aufu māin beferu forutan
īā forugutu, woraufu ihha mihha feruruzzen kann.”

He raised his hand above the fallen’s head and proceeded, lifting his hand
higher and higher: “Eruhēbetu ōihha!”

As on command, the fallen soldier’s skin split. Blood dripped from the
bones onto the cold ashes of Ascalon as they slowly rose and left their shell of flesh,
forming an undead abomination.
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Donnerstag, 24. November 2011, 17:54

1-6: Inside the Old Capital

The battlefield was a huge mess. Along the way lay several dead charr,
their bodies either stuck with arrows or set ablaze by the elementalist’s magic.
Right in front of me laid the Flame wielder, his skull crashed to pieces by the warrior’s hammer.
Now that he was dead, the fire slowly consumed his body,
burning away his flesh and fur while giving off a cloud of thick, dark smoke.
Next to the dead bodies was Cynn, the fire elementalist who was knocked out by the charr.

Mhenlo kneeled over her, blue-white energy flooding from his fingers into her body.
I did not know the female warrior who had slain the charr.
However, I did know the ranger who appeared together with her.
“Aidan?”
– “Hm?”
“So it really is you. I’m glad to see you’re alive. I heard you got lost during the invasion of the charr.”
– “I’m sorry, but who are you again?”
“Oh, right. I’m Viral Greywind.”
“– Ah, I remember you. The son of old Greystone, right? Didn’t you have a stalker as a pet?”
“Pyre … died in the Searing.”
– “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Anyways, why are you out here? It can’t just be a coincidence.”

“Little Dust led us here.” The warrior stepped towards us, her blonde hair darkened by the dust of the battlefield.
With a single hand, she carried the big, bloodstained hammer on her shoulder.
“I’m Devona, nice to meet you.”
– “Dust? Who’s that?”
“The madman’s fellow. ”,
Aidan replied.
– “Blutfaust’s?”
“Didn’t you see him yet? There’s a little dog who accompanies him all the time – a dead one, of course.
Actually, people say that he was little Alistar’s – “


“Aidan! ”
, a harsh voice interrupted the ranger.

“Speaking of the Devil…” Aidan turned around.
Right behind him stood von Blutfaust, a small skeleton dog next to him.
“I’ll need you to scout the way. Those guys sure made a lot of noise during the fight, and it’d be a problem if more charr appeared all of the sudden.”
“So you’re their leader? Talk of problems…
Wait, isn’t that Cynn over there with Mhenlo? How is she?”
the ranger rushed to his companions.


“She’s unconscious.” The monk said with his face darkened.
“She was hit by the charr mage just before you arrived and got caught up in his flames; her brain probably tried to protect her from even more pain.”
“Is she going to be alright? ”,
Aidan asked. Never before he had seen his companion in such a worn-out state.
“Yes.” Mhenlo replied and his face lightened up. “I’ve healed her burns but when she will wake up is solely up to her.”
“We can’t stay here, Mhenlo.”
“I know; I’ll carry her. No-one gets left behind.”

“So, if you’re done chatting, I’d really like you to scout the way for us.” Blutfaust once again entered the scene.

“I’ll take the lead from here. After all, it’s your simple mind that made you charge in and brought us to this situation.”
“My –”
, the monk stood up and raised his voice, “We’re at war! If there’s a soldier in distress, I’ll help him out for sure.

WE can take good use of every single helping hand out there!”
“Anyways,”
he calmed down a bit, “where is that woman?”
Then he noticed the abomination hiding in the shadows behind the necromancer.


His face turned pale as his eyes widened and he turned towards the necromancer. “You didn’t – “
Grinning, the tall man bowed down to talk to the monk on an even footing:
“I didn’t do what?”
“You maniac! What do you think a human live is?”
“A very reliable source of energy, that for sure.”
Blaik answered him; he surely enjoyed provoking the monk.

“But calm down. The charr slashed open her chest; she wouldn’t have lived for long either way.”

“Also, think about what you just said. We’re at war with the charr. And we’re not exactly the ones winning this war.
WE can use anyone’s help. So why keep a soldier who’s about to die anyways, if you can as well have an undead minion who can fight along your side?
Think about it for a second, from a rational side of view.”
Still angered, Mhenlo loosened his grip. “Still …”
“Still, it’s a fact that you’re too weak to lead us.”
Blutfaust finished the sentence in his way.
“Take your little sweetheart there. I lead, you follow; that should be simple enough to understand.

Aidan, could you now please check out the way?”
The ranger slowly rose. “Alright. I’ll scout the way to make sure WE won’t be attacked, not because you ordered me to.”, he said before he left the scene.

“That’s fine as well. It doesn’t matter why you do your job.”
“You’re only getting through with this because WE have to hurry.

Once we’re done here, your lead will end, you know that. What is it you’re plotting, Blutfaust?”
“Me, plotting? Oh my, what do you think of me? I’m just trying to get this mission done in time.

Once WE meet up with him, I’m sure the great Prince of Ascalon will take the lead anyways.”
“I’m not sure what it is you’re after, but don’t think I’ll just sit there and let you accomplish it.”
“Oh, is that so? Well, that's funny, ”
the necromancer turned towards him as his face darkened.

Surrounded by a chilling aura, he closed up to the monk and responded with a low, yet aggressive and threatening voice.
“because I don’t think so, Mr. Pathless. In fact, I think that you’re going to assist me accomplishing my goals, whether or not you want to.”
“The path towards the city is clean,” Aidan interrupted the two brawlers “We should hurry, it’s getting dark fast.”
“Thank you, Aidan!”
the necromancer turned around, suddenly changing to a positive attitude.

“That’s good news. Alright people, WE march towards the ruins of Drascir!”

WE advanced only slowly, which was because Mhenlo carried Cynn on his back. But after some time, WE finally reached the city walls.
“Stay here, I’ll check the inside.” the ranger vanished between the broken pieces of the walls. It didn’t take long before he returned to us.
“Behind the drawbridge is a lever. There’s quite an amount of charr in the middle of the city-who knows why-but if WE don’t make any noise, WE should be able to avoid them.

Only two charr are between us and the gate, WE must make sure to take them down quietly.”
“Only two charr? That should be fine. Aidan, Greywind, you two take the first one. I’ll deal with the other one. Devona, please come with me.”



The group sneaked towards the gate. In front of them stood two mighty charr, their backs turned towards the humans.
“Now”, the necromancer whispered.
He threw a small stone up in the air and at the next moment, the warrior hit the stone with her hammer, sending it flying like a ball.
She hit one of the charr on the backside of his head and he turned around.
He saw the warrior and the necromancer but before he could shout, two arrows hit his head. Whimpering, the mighty axe fiend hit the ground.
His companion noticed and turned around, his bow and arrows readied.

But at the very same moment, the minion which was once Breena Stavinson drove its arm through the furred beast’s body.
Blood splattered from its chest as the undead pulled its arm out of it, the bones drenched in blood.
WE looked at where the main group of charr was; luckily, they hadn’t noticed us. WE rushed towards the gate and lowered the bridge.

“Ah, finally”, the prince arrived. “You took some time, did something happen?
Oh, I see you’ve met with Aidan and Devona. That’s good, although I hope WE won’t need your help.”
“We met some … rather nasty charr along the way. ”,
Mhenlo told the prince what happened. “Cynn’s unconscious, but she’ll be fine. WE have to hurry though!”
“You’re right. Erol, could you please show us the way?”
“The charr blocked the main route, but WE should be able to find another way and avoid them. Look, over there at the right!”
On the right side, there was a small path. Silently, WE followed that path until WE reached a wooden gate.


“Sssht. I hear voices on the other side.”
“That voice – is that you, Erol?”
“Yes! What’s the situation over there?”
“Mannel died a few days ago. The other three of us are still here, but they took all of our equipment from us. Did you kill the charr guarding the place?”
“No, WE managed to get past them. Hold on, we’ll get you out of there!”
“This gate is not locked, it’s just heavy. ”
, Rurik stated. “Everyone, pull!”
Slowly the gate opened. Once inside, the flames of Sohothin made quick process of the mages’ handcuffs.

But when WE left the cell, WE were greeted by a deep voice.

“I see you, humans. You killed quite a lot of my soldiers. But now, WE will have our revenge, meat!”
WE looked around and were shocked as WE noticed a group of about twelve charr looking at us from the top of a nearby hill.
“Hunt them down, all of them!”
The charr stormed at us. WE turned around and ran.
“Quickly! There’s a gate just over there!”
“There’s no time, WE won’t make it!”
“We have to! Devona, help Mhenlo carry Cynn!”

WE ran for our lives, but the animal-like charr came closer and closer. Just in time WE reached the inner walls of Drascir.
“Lock the gate! Fast!”


The next moment, the charr ran against the gate. The wood was creaking and screeching, but it did not break. Finally, WE could take breath.

“That was close! I thought WE would not make it.”
“Don’t think it’s over just yet! We’ll have to hurry before the charr break through the gate or find a way around!”
“He’s right. I have a plan.”
Everyone turned towards Rurik.
“As a boy, I studied at this academy. It’s been some time but if you can hold off the charr I can activate the old runes and open a gate that could save our skins.”
He walked towards a huge gate which stood at the center of the place WE ended up in. With a deep voice he started his chant:


“Come to the fore, O sons of Ascalon.
WE fight once more, the battle lines are drawn.”


“Alright, WE have to lock this place up. There’s another gate over there but unfortunately, the one in the middle is broken down.
That also is where the main group of charr is; let’s hope they haven’t been alarmed yet.” Aidan reported the situation, his skilled eyes looking around the destroyed place.
“It’s too late. Look, that charr from before alarmed the others.”
“Damn them! What are WE going to do?” one of the mages shouted, fear written large in his face.
“The charr are storming from the main gate. Knowing them, running off sideways won’t work another time. There’s only one option left for us.”


“Mhenlo! Get near to Rurik. You should be able to aid us from back there. Once Rurik opens the gate, WE will flee that way.
Greywind, Aidan, you two spread out. WE really shouldn’t be balling with that many foes around. Fire at will.”

“Mr. Necromancer.”
“What is it?” Blaik turned around and towards Erol. “There are some obelisks there. They haven’t been in use for years and neither did the four of us practice magic since the searing, but together, WE might get them to work.”
“Fine then, you get towards the obelisk closest to the gate.”

He took a deep breath while focusing his mind on the enemy which was charging towards the broken gate in front of him. “Devona. Once the charr reach the plaza, charge at them. Warrior’s first.”
“Alright.”
she returned, grabbing the hammer with both hands while taking a running stance. “I’ll be ready.”

»Praised be Grenth if this works. «
The necromancer, now calmed down completely, opened his eyes, his gaze filled with bloodlust. He threw away his coat and tiny wounds opened along his arms, uncountable in their numbers.

As blood leaked from his wounds, he once again closed his eyes in Order to concentrate.
Slowly, a pitch black aura emerged from his body and, merging with the blood on his arms, surrounded him in a dark red shroud. As in slow-motion, he opened his eyes, their irises now glowing in a devilish green.
If I hadn’t already brought some distance between the two of us, I certainly would have done so now.

“Blutfaust” Mhenlo asked carefully, as he was not even sure whether or not he was still talking to the necromancer. “Are you alright? What are you doing?”
Ahh, the smell of blood in the morning…”
“That’s it. Now he’s lost it. And just at the right moment, great!”
Aidan cursed. “What next, is he going to turn against us?”

“Â, Charr. Kommutu nuâ heru ihha kurainen bîzutâ, Gurentu deru gurose eruwarutetu oihha beraitsu.“
“Alright, he’s kind of weird but it seems he’s all fine. He mentioned something about Grenth and the Charr, so I guess WE shouldn’t worry about him. We’ll just stick to the plan. Now focus, the charr are advancing!”
Aidan was right. While WE worried about Alistar, the charr already advanced towards the plaza and now were in attack range.
I fired my arrows at the gate’s direction-given the numbers of charr, it didn’t really matter where I shot.
Devona lifted her hammer and rushed to the charr soldiers who came storming at the rest of us, the necromancer’s minion followed after her.


She brought the hammer down on the first charr’s toe. Whimpering in pain, the creature dropped dead as the warrior reverted the direction of the blow,

lifting the hammer at an almost unbelievable speed, hitting the beast’s head from below.
Meanwhile, Aidan and I barraged the invaders’ spell casters and the minion had ended up wrestling a charr, both of them rolling on the ground while hitting each other.
Erol and the other mages still didn’t get the obelisk to work, so WE were the ones to keep the attackers from them.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Devona swinging the heavy hammer in a fury, breaking the back of two charr at once. But for every charr she slew, another one appeared right in front of her. As her swings got slower, she barely managed to evade the charr’s blade but then tripped over a dead charr’s corpse. In vain, the monk watched the mighty charr raise his sword once again, knowing that there was nothing he could do as of the moment.
But then, a dark figure appeared behind the charr, lifting his hand above the attacker’s head who hadn’t noticed him until it was too late.

Kurepîru! the voice ordered. At an instant, the charr dropped his weapon.
Shouting, the mighty beast shook its head, covering its two pairs of ears with his claws, trying to ignore the voice screaming inside of its head.
There was a single capitalized word written on the animals face, which was the fear of death itself.
In torment, the creature released a last, desperate Cry as its eyes oozed out of its skull and it finally dropped dead.

Then there was silence.

The charr next to the dead took a step backwards. The very next moment, the battle-proven creature dropped its weapons, turned around and ran in fear.
Shocked, Devona lay next to the dead charr and could not move a limb. Those creatures might have been her life-long enemies, but to look them die at such a way and right in front of her simply was too much for the warrior.


Then, a voice of hope broke through the silence.
“Come on! The gate is open, now hurry!”
The Falken Courier

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Montag, 5. Dezember 2011, 23:58

1 – 7: The Nolani Academy of Arcane Arts

As WE ran towards Rurik, the charr broke free of their fear and charged at us.
Just in time, the gates of the academy closed behind us.
In front of us, there was a shining portal.

“What is this?” Aidan asked.
“This Portal will take us to the Academy at Nolani.” the Prince responded “From there, WE can cross over to Rin.”
“Then WE should hurry; who knows how long this wooden doors will hold the charr back.”
“You’re right, Mhenlo.”

“Wait, my lord. Come; look at what I have found.” Erol’s voice suddenly appeared from the right side.
“Is that…?”
“Yes, my prince. I believe it is the mouthpiece for the fabled horn, Stormcaller!”
“I’ve heard the stories of the horn’s magic. If what they tell is true, WE must get it to Rin.”
Rurik said, picking up the huge but light mouthpiece. “Hurry, through the portal!”


I stepped out of the circle of light into a small room. In front of me, there was a statue of Dwayna,
the goddess of life and air, while above my head I could see the sun setting.
The portal flared as Aidan, followed by the flaming scepter mages, stepped out of it, wondering where he was.
“Alright” Rurik said, walking closer to the room’s exit.
“This is the sister academy to the one WE left in Drascir. From here, the Wall is not far. WE should make it to Rin within the hour.”
He turned towards us as the portal crumbled and faded away; together with the portal, the fear of the charr who were chasing after us disappeared as well.
“Are all of you alright?”
“Cynn still has not regained consciousness.” Mhenlo answered. “Other than that, I’m fine.”
“Yes, me too.” I said when I noticed the dog.
All alone, the animated creature sat at the center of the room, where just before the portal was, and wailed.
“Dust? What is it?” I asked the dog, as if I was expecting him to answer.
“I-It’s Blutfaust…” Aidan stumbled. I turned towards him and saw the shock written in his face.
“He – he’s not here!”


Suddenly all of us turned around, looking at every direction at the same time.
Blutfaust was not in the room.
“Impossible.”
“He… did not make it?”
“But, how? Rurik –“
“I’m sorry.” The Prince responded, having regained his normal self faster than the rest of us. “I do not know the words to open a portal to Drascir.
Whatever he is doing now, he has to do so on his own.”
“Still…”
“Blutfaust is capable of handling himself pretty good. The monk broke through the depressing atmosphere. “This may be cruel to say, but there’s nothing WE can do for him right now.”
“That’s right.” Rurik added “We are not able to get back to Drascir; therefore, WE can only go ahead.
WE have to make it to Rin. It is probably the only safe place left in this whole country other than the capital!”

As he went outside, he stood on a wide place, opened to the left side. Behind an ancient obelisk was a great wooden gate.
“If WE follow this road, WE will soon reach the wall. Past it lays Rin and Horn Hill, where the main body of Stormbringer is located.
Look: there’s a switch just over there, it should probably open the gate!”
“Wait a moment”, Aidan interrupted him. “Let me check out the other side first. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
The ranger disappeared between the boulders only to return to us little later.
“Charr Warband, don’t open the gate!”
“They’ve advanced this far already? In that case, WE can no longer take that route.”

“There’s another passage over there.” Aidan suggested as he pointed towards the east. “We should be able to get past those charr if WE follow that trail.
However, I think it would be best to let someone stay behind together with the mages.”
“No.” the monk interrupted him “I really think WE should stay together.
There isn’t too much time left until sunset, so WE should hurry and try to sneak around those charr.”
“Mhenlo is right”, Rurik supported him. “Since WE aren’t noticed yet, WE should hurry to leave this place.
Follow me!” he said and ran towards the east, where a crushed gate led away from the academy’s main plaza and towards the Great Northern Wall.

After some hundred yards, WE finally arrived at the wall. Along the way, WE found the corpses of three unlucky soldiers who had fallen prey to the devourers’ poison.
WE buried them quickly and then hurried on, knowing that WE marched in the today’s daylight’s final hours.
As WE got closer to the wall, WE were relieved to see the giant wooden gates still intact, guarded by soldiers of the Ascalon Army.


“Prince Rurik!” the watchman was surprised “What are you doing out here?”
“Open this door; quickly!”
“But sir,” the other guardian replied, “the king swore death if the door was opened!”
Visibly angered, the prince threw the words right back to the guard:
“And I swear death if you don’t stand aside this instant!”
This convinced the guards. Hastily, they saluted Rurik before they opened the gate.
“I defend Ascalon against another Charr invasion, and my father trifles with doors. I can’t believe –“ Suddenly, Rurik cut his sentence.
The wall’s doors had opened only a bit and through the gap, he saw Rin. Or what was left of it.


“By Balthazar’s beard!” he shouted, running towards the still barely opened gate. “Rin burns! WE must go to Horn Hill! Only Stormcaller can save the city now.
You there,” he shouted loosely in the doorkeepers’ direction, “come with us! There’s no sense in keeping a way sealed if the enemy’s already taken control of both sides of the route.”
Running, WE followed him.

WE ran and ran, but the horn did not seem to Draw closer. What was supposed to be a hill eventually was revealed to be the top of the mountain WE stood on,
with the mighty body of Stormcaller carved in the Cliffside.
After quite a while, WE finally reached the top. Luckily for me, since I no longer was a living being, I did not need to catch my breath.

Rurik walked up to the platform, lifting the mouthpiece as he put it onto its socket from where it had been taken long time ago.
“Praise be to Dwayna if this works”, he took a deep breath before he blasted on the horn.
With a deep and loud voice, the legendary horn, said to once have been owned by King Doric, ruler of the united kingdoms in Tyria and savior of worlds, himself, called out to the sky.
The mountain trembled under the resonance of Stormbringer’s call.
Holding on to the artifact, WE casted our eyes towards the sky as it darkened even further and thick rain clouds devoured almost all of what was left of the sun’s light.
Then, with a loud clap of thunder, the heavens started to Cry and unleashed a sudden downpour onto the dried-out earth of Ascalon.

“That’s it…? The legendary horn Stormbringer…”
“Calls upon the rain?”
“How on earth is that going to save Ascalon from the charr!”
“So it was just a myth after all. WE should have expected that, given for how long the mouthpiece has been lost. Still –“
“Watch out!” Aidan called, as he grabbed Erol and together, they hit the floor. The very next moment, an arrow struck the place where the mage just stood.
“It’s the Charr. Of course they noticed us after this.
Prepare, for they are already closing in from the sides!”


Mhenlo was right. The charr were already running up the mountain from both left and right.
WE took shelter behind the horn in Order to escape from the charr archers’ field of vision and together with Aidan, I opened fire on the charr charging at us as well.
But I quickly noticed that something was not right.
The agile beast, usually overflowing with ferocity and fighting spirit, approached only slowly, holding their shields in front of them.
One died from an arrow, another slipped on the mud caused by the rain and fell to his death. Before long, only about half of the attacking soldiers remained.
These slow and clumsy charr surely did not live up to their reputation.

“So, what is that one doing?” Devona asked, pointing at the charr mage who stayed with the archers.
Running into the archers’ field of vision would be as good as suicide, so the warrior had to stay behind the horn.


I looked at the mage below us. He was standing behind the archers, performing a strange ritual while emitting flames from his bare hands, sending them flying towards the other charr.
Then I noticed it. Remembering the Flame wielder who drew strength from Cynn’s flames, I shouted: “That’s it! They’re weak because of the rain!”
“Then that guy –” Aidan turned around, now facing the mage. “ is strengthening them!”
He took another arrow and aimed for the charr: “I won’t allow it!”

Just before the arrow hit, one of the archers jumped in front of the mage, blocking the projectile with his body.
Aidan cursed as he had to take cover in Order to avoid the other archers’ arrows.
But then, all of the sudden, the door behind the mage burst as human soldiers stormed the place, slaying the mage along with his bowmen in a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, the remaining charr finally closed up to us and the warriors, released from the risk of becoming an archer’s target, were able to fight back.
Blood spit all over the place as the cat’s skull burst, crushed by the force of Devona’s forceful attack.
I wanted to assist, but as I was too slow.
Rurik lifted his weapon just in time; then, the two blades clashed and sparked as the charr tried to overpower the warrior.
Weakened or not, in terms of brute strength, a charr surpasses a human by ease.
But then, Rurik knocked his enemy back, breaking his defense as he hit him with his shield.
The next moment, the flaming blade of Sohothin burnt its way through the soldier’s breastplate, burning out together with the charr’s heart it pierced.

The beasts were defeated. WE turned around, towards the plaza below us, which those other humans had stormed.
“Who are they?” I asked. “They seem to be fine soldiers.”
Then I heard the prince’s voice behind me.
“Put aside your weapons. The battle is fought. The king has arrived.”
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Dienstag, 6. Dezember 2011, 00:20

Wie vermutlich ein paar von euch bemerkt haben, war ich letzte Woche krank (und fühl mich immer noch nicht allzu gesund -.-).
Aus diesem Grund kommt dieses Kapitel 1-7 zu spät, nämlich ganze 4 Tage.
Außerdem wurde dadurch der komplette Zeitplan durcheinander geworfen, wodurch das nächste Chapter, das für Donnerstag den 8. Dezember geplant war, mit erschreckend hoher Wahrscheinlichkeit ebenfalls zu spät kommen.

Jedenfalls ist mir durch die Sache etwas klar geworden: Die Kommunikation stimmt nicht.
Zumindest nicht hier.
Ich persönlich wusste nämlich nicht, wie genau ich jetzt die netten Leser auf GWCom davon in Kenntnis setzen soll, dass das Chapter Verspätung hat.
Ich hätte natürlich einen Post in diesen Thread machen können.
Allerdings wollte ich das nicht, aus folgendem einfachen Grund:

In diesem Thread wird in erster Linie die Geschichte gepostet. Wenn jetzt jemand, der schon länger liest, (gerade am Donnerstag) liest, dass der Threadersteller einen neuen Post gemacht hat wird er davon ausgehen, dass das neue Chapter da ist.
Voller Vorfreude öffnet dieser Leser nun den Thread und scrollt nach unten. Aber was muss er da sehen! Kein neues Kapitel erblickt sein Auge, nein im Gegenteil! Er sieht einen 4-Zeilen-Absatz der zwischen vielfachen Entschuldigungen erklärt, dass er sich für das Kapitel noch gedulden muss.
Wie wird die Reaktion unseres Lesers ausfallen?
"Wtf! /ragequit" wäre sicherlich eine mögliche Version, die ich dem Leser wenn möglich ersparen möchte.

Hierzu möchte ich noch sagen, dass dieses Problem auf GW2Pro.net nicht auftritt, da es dort ein Status-System gibt (zu sehen auf der Forenübersicht), wodurch das ganze leicht zu lösen ist.
Auch ist im Moment (und vermutlich auch in Zukunft) die wohl beste Möglichkeit, über alles auf dem aktuellen Stand zu bleiben, diesem Twitter-Account zu folgen: @UrbralGreystone
Ich bitte also um Vorschläge, und zwar von euch, den Lesern.
Im Falle einer erneuten solchen Situation, wie soll ich euch dann benachrichtigen?

MfG,
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Dienstag, 19. Februar 2013, 23:12

*Staub von Thread wischt*

Wie schon vor einiger Zeit im Falken Courier angekündigt, wird das Book of Legend, sowie eine weitere Geschichte, dort weitergeführt werden.
Heute ist es soweit: Das Book of Legend erscheint zum ersten Mal im Falken Courier!

Diejenigen, die diesen Post sehen, werden die alten Chapter zwar schon kennen, aber ich schreibs trotzdem mal hier rein. Bald schon werden alle alten Chapter (in überarbeiteter Version) im Falken Courier erschienen sein, und dann gibt es natürlich neue.

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Mittwoch, 20. Februar 2013, 00:10

Yay! :P
Danke fürs Staubwischen^^
A Kodan, a norn and a troll walk into a pub.
-Yea. You have come up with a punchline now - off the top of your head.
The punchline is: The norn just gets drunk and punches you.

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