Ogre Raid.

[Maggot]

OOC:When are the Ogres supposed to meet the armies of Caladin in battle?

[Scrasamax]

The great city, still awe inspiring even though it had already been devoured by the jungles, and time. The stones, black and pitted with time crunched under Graeme's booted soles, the sound strangely amplified by the sheer emptiness of the ruin. Baird, and the rest of the men followed close behind, but not so close as to disrupt his concentration. The hearthstone in the sceptre strobed with light, the manse from which it had sprung was close, and stronger now with less distance.

It was a ziggurat, a stepped pyramid of the same jet black stone, the gold long since defaced and stolen by brave looters. He mounted the steps, seeking to the top of the structure, feeling the primal flows of power that it concentrated into a single point near the very apex of the stone structure. He was close to winded by the time he reached the top, well above the leafy green heads of the jungle trees, still defiant and proud though the men and women who labored and ruled, lived, laughed, and died in the city were long since ashes in their graves.

The altar was undisturbed, still singing with the song of essence drawn from the deep places of the earth, primal and strong. It was this magic that forced the stone, and earth to do his bidding, this great resonance. He stepped onto a platform and spoke a word of power, and the platform descended rapidly into the bowels of the edifice, into the sorcerous laboratories, and jail cells for their experiments, and their libraries of arcane lore. All of this he had found by accident, but had also discerned and broken the codex of their language and read their tomes and grimoires.

It was forbidden for the books to leave this place, to do so activated powerful warding spells to slay theives, and in desperate action, destroy the book if possible. The Kasmir were very cautious about how far their wiorks could become known. He sat at a stone desk older than the imperial city, and opened a book older than the table, preserved both by magic, and the natural dryness of the chamber.

He found what he was looking for, a spell terrible and dark. He would need to gather special ingredients, and perform a powerful spell to enact it, but it would lay the ogres low, depriving the dragon of its strongest servants.

"Baird. I am going to need several items from the ship, have the men bring the canopic jars, and the specimens of ogre." Graeme said as the rest of the men filtered into the chamber. Baird only nodded and retreated back to the ship with a pair of porters. They returned with the racks of jars, which the Prince sampled and drew out wads of strange herbs, and powders of strange colors and smells. With the various sands and powders he created a circle of protection, and invoked the greater maidens of destiny, as the men left the chamber in a haphazard fashion.

In the center of the circle, overlain with lines of charcoal, and blood lay the skull of an ogre, the insides still moist from the boiling pot that took the meat from the skull. Graeme intoned the words of power from the black grimoire, not haivng told Baird of his plan. Baird would not have approved, and would have tried to talk him out of it, but he couldnt be hemmed in by such sentimental values at the moment, he had to act before everything that he knew was washed away by the great horde of the ogres, and their draconic master.

the skull glowed with the sickly palor of barrowflame, the fire of the underworld, as he invoked the Maiden of Endings, the Queen of Death. He invoked her power to bring plague upon the ogres, to lay them with weakness, bloody sweat and fever, and end their lives with the grip of convulsions. Let this malady terrible and black be restrained to only that which is ogre, let not it tarry into the breath of those who are human. Once the ogres feared the Kasmir, it was time for them to fear the Calan.

[Maggot]

That day, a terrible malady overtook the ogres, halting their march and l,laying many of them low in thier tents.From above,the One saw everything that happened and immediately recognized the plauge running through his warriors as a spell of evil cast by the dark mages of the humans.His blood boiled as he thought of the thousands of brave warriors that would succumb to this foul curse if nothing was done.But he the One,once Hidden,now come to lead his beloved Ogre Clans to victory,would do something to save his brave and proud warriors.There was no spell cast by a human that he could not dispell.After all,what human could hope to defeat a being such as him who had walked the astral planes among the feet of the very Gods themselves,while the humans were still naked apes.

 Alas,in years long past,he and his brothers been unable to do anything as the vile Kasmir used their foul arts to slay so many of their beloved Ogres.The demons and angles,be they cursed forever,had grown jealous of the love and devotion that the mortal Ogres had showered upon the dragons.Consumed by envy,they had appealed to the dark God of evil,Chamo,to bind the great dragons for 8 millenia. As this time passed,their beloved Ogres suffered great hardship at the hands of the foul humans,first the Kasmir,then their heirs,the arrogant and vain glorious Calan.But now that time of bondage had ended.


 And the One would be the first of the great wryms to lift the Ogres out of oppresion and give them the liberty that this noble race,beloved of the dragons,deserved.Starting from now.Summoning the vast storehouse of energy that lay within him,he rumbled the ancient words of power,appealing to lovely Nerath,Godess of Healing and Dragons,to show him the nature of the fell plauge that troubled the Ogres.Soon he recieved a vision of a sickly geen mist enveloping the Ogre encampment.This had to be the enchantment that was troubling the Ogres.With a last chant,he delivered a massive force of healing power that sent the evil spell of disease fleeing the way the cowardly hyena flees before the proud swamp boar.Far below,a ragged cry went up from the Ogres who stumbled out of their tents to thank the great wrym for lifting the foul plauge from them.And the One himself gave forth a great roar of truimph that carried on the air for leagues around.Storm clouds gathered around the massive blue body of the dragon,as the very elements celebrated with him.

 Far away,the humans who heard the great cry of victory,trembled and cringed as the dragonfear swept through their ranks,with some of their top commanders and generals even fouling themselves out of sheer terror.Many soldiers simply ran in the direction the army had come from,their superiors too struck by dread and horror to stop them.

[Scrasamax]

Graeme rested in the great chamber of the black ziggurat, a cool cloth pressed against his head. He saw the arcs and whorls of green light that danced around the ogre skull waver, and then snuff out like a candle caught in the wind. The skull crumbled into ash on the altar, and was gone. The lines and tracings of magical powders hissed and evaporated, burning like water on a hot griddle. He sat bolt upright, a look of horror on his face, what force could have undone his spell with such ease.

He stepped onto the lift and spoke the word of power, and the lift carried him again to the top of the tower. He stepped off onto the black stone, and looked north-west towards Calan, no so distant that not even the smudgesmoke of war could be seen. He let the trickle of power needed bubble up from his own reserves to initiate sight beyond sight. His eyes, now seeing what was beyond seeing, looked upon Calan, seeing the dragonship, and the brave but perhaps foolish soldiers of Talahar arriving. He saw the ogres rejoicing, their arms in the air, faces lifted up in supplication to a greater power, and then the blue wyrm himself. The dragon looked smug, as all of their kind do, but there was an aura about him, it was the DRAGON! The d**ned beast had undone his spell.

He stormed back into the ziggurat, flinging open books, the Kasmir had delt with the dragons, had found someway to deal with them. All he had to do was find it. He searched for hours, only taking a small measure of food for his troubles, running any who sought to bother him out. After nearly a day of searching the library, he found it. The Kasmir had struck a pact with the god of sorcery and might, Chamo, to place the great beasts in bondage for a measure of 8 millinia. The pact could be struck again, but there was a price that had to be paid for the pact, something that would suit a god now known as evil and black hearted. Graeme looked up from the book, his lantern burning low. The price was high...very high indeed.

[Beowulf]

The blade mases laughed at the roar from the dragon coming from the ogres camp as they watched all of the other men tremble.
 "I am sorry to say but it looks like your men are afraid of the dragon,sir."
 The captain said as he then made a motion with his hand and four of his archers walked up to him.
 "I would like it ifyou joined Caladin's flanks on the hill top."

*****
 Dekkrokh heard the mighty raor for he was so close and then started to a trot and then to a full out srpint on his way across the open field her would hide in the tall grass everytime he would here something unusuall till he made his way to the desicrated doors of Caladin.
 "What did I mi...."
 He stopped when he saw the Talahar reinforcements and then smiled as he walked to the captain.
 "I see you have gotten my letter for help that is good."
 He said as they gave each other the forbidden shake of Talahar.
 "Yes I see that you are still alive that meens that the training we gave you paid off now didn't it."
 The captain spoke laughing.

[Sentinel*]

The army formed ranks. Some 100 meters out towards the area was the ogre encampment. They army formed what they had trained and Sentinel mounted his horse. He galloped over to Dekkrokh.
"I am putting the Talaharan Commander in charge of the airships. Tell him to bring that dragon down or it will be the end of us all!"
Sentinel that galloped toards the archers and artillery.
"Burn their encampment down and give them a fire volley!"
The obeyed and then he galloped towards the front of the calvary where the Dejy were forming the phalanx already. Their spears were 15 feet long, able to repell anything that came in reach of them. Another volley of arrows filled the sky with artillery as well, slamming into the encampment and burning the tents as well as the men. The airships took to the sky and suddenly they fired their ballistas, arrows built two feet wide and five feet long, sharpened to a fine point of iron. They fell to the sky, some striking their mark, some coming short and falling into the ogres.

[Beowulf]

Dekkrokh smiled and then went and talked to the captain of the army.
 "Make your able bodied blade masters join the dejy."
 The captain nodded and then made another movement with his hand and the blade masters walked in formation their giant metal kite sheilds protecting them fom arrows.
 

 The captain then walked over to Sentinel and said.
 "We have a present sent from our new king I hope you will like."
 He then looked at two of his men and nodded and hey went off and came back with to carages filled with metal kite shields.
 "Kite shields from Talahar as a present for your alliance."
 He replied smiling as they were the only two talking other than Dekkrokh giving out orders.

[Maggot]

The Ogres screamed in agony and rage,as the fiery human weapons slammed into them,bringing quite a few of them down and setting many of their tents on fire.Then suddenly the pregnant storm clouds that had been gathering in skies,released their great loads.A massive downpour of rain came down,instantly dousing the raging fires that threatened to devour the Ogre encampment.The screams quickly changed into savage and proud cires of joy.Nothing could defy the power of the One,they knew.The humans with all their cunning machines and spells, could nothing that could truly thwart the great wrym that had come from the astral relams to save the Ogre people.


 Beating his great wings,he opened his great maw and spat great bolts of lightning that streaked towards the airships sailing towads him,reducing a great number of them to charred wrecks that plummeted down on many of their own soldiers.The remaining airships were blown away helplessly,as he flew towards the advancing human troops with their precious artillery.With a booming laugh of contempt,he rained down a deadly rain of lightning bolts on the humans massed below him.What did he care for the fact that many of them discharged ballistas at him?To a being of his vast power and size,these oversized arrows were but pin pricks that failed even to peirce his azure scales that shone like blue fire in the darkness of the night sky.Those wise enough to realize that they could do nothing to hurt this winged dealer of death,broke and ran,abandoning the great machines they had foolishly put so much of their trust in.

 Now the Ogres streamed out of what remained of their  encampment,yelling war cries,ready for battle.Weilding their great spears and shields,they charged into the ranks of the humans,knocking aside their absurd kite shields with great powerful thrusts and forced the humans back,step by bloody step.The One himself made things very difficult for the overconfident,cocky humans,by continuing to bring down the few airships dumb enough to try to go after him on the human forces.

[Sentinel*]

Sentinel galloped kept the army in formation as kept the phalanx, still. Many an ogre died falling into the spears as the humans pushed back into the ogres, they could neither gain a foot, nor loose one as the calvary kept them in place, but the ogres were draining them, more stamina and far stronger then the humans. But the valiant Dejy kept them in place, fighting with all their strength to quell the ogres, for the Dejy hated the ogres more then the Caladin men, for the Dejy had inhabited the continent longer then the Kasmir had.

[Beowulf]

The captainTalahar airship fleet smiled ad then pulled up his arm and let it fall as the dragon slayers were sent hurling at the dragon from the ballistas. The dragon slayers fell on top of the great dragons back and then with their mighty swords they stabbed under the dragons scails and into its precious skin under the neck and then they started to move closer to its head ripping its scails off and then making the mighty beast fall to its death below.
 
*****
 Dekkrokh also raised his arm and let it fall as the Talahar archers sent out volles finding there marks into the ogres vital organs.
 "Keep firing men show no fear for these horrible foul creatuers show them no mercy for if they get past the phalanx they will show you none."

[Maggot]

OOC:The scales of the One are impenatrable.He is powerful beyond imagination,being far larger than any terrestrial dragon.The only one who can hope to defeat him is Prince Graeme,wielder of divine magic that he is.

[Sentinel*]

OOC: I agree with maggot here Beowulf, the dragon is of divine form and I have already designed a plan to stop it. Remember. I am the DM of this game and I am GOD!

[Sentinel*]

Sentienl whistled and yelled out for the phalanx to fall back. The phalanx did this quickly while being covered by vollies of arrows and what was left of the artillery. They came behind the calvary and the calvary rushed through using the weapons that were designed by Graeme, the pilium. The through them and they went through the great shields of the ogres and pierced them, cutting off limbs, stabbing into chests, and vital areas. The calvary fell back and the infantry threw spears and piliums into the confused ogres, killing many of them. Then the dejy formed ranks once more and started thudding the butts of their spears against the ground. So many were the dejy that the ground shook as they roared yelling at the ogres. But the most terrifying sight of all were the chariots. They had been hiding behind a small tree line and out they came stremaing, a thousand of them. They had on the axles of their wheels, made long blades that spun with the wheel. On top of the chariot were three men with enough piliums togo around. They cut through the ogres leaving bloody trails behind them as any who survived were killed by piliums. The chariots drew back with the rest of the arm and the a huge flag on a pole that had to be held by four men races in the air. On a black background with gold letters, it said TRUCE. Sentinel wanted to end this battle with as many lives as possible. He galloped infront of the army and yelled out to the ogres who were already forming.
"I call a truce! Let us end this bloodshed and let me talk to your dragon!"

[Scrasamax]

The Vingilot cut across the skys as fast a diving hawk, her sails trimmed tight, and howling in the wind. There was a storm buring over the capital, filling the sky with bolts of lightning. Prince Graeme stood on the foresail yardarm, his eyes oepn, searching for his foe. He drew back in shock, it was immense, not some lowly crawling serpent, but a divine dragon.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, and the smoke from the ruined airships of the Imperial armada. Their great size had become a liability in this strong weather. Undaunted, the Vingilot bore on into the storm, daring its wrath with its own defiance.

"My name is death, and Divine One, I come for you." Graeme said as the graceful ship banked hard to avoid a jagged bolt of lightning. He hefted the spear, taken from the ruins of ancient Kasmir, a holy, or unholy blade, that had once before tasted the blood of dragons, though there was not great sorcery placed within its iron head, nor in the forging of its edge.

In the ancient days of the mighty Kasmir, there was a terribble war with the dragons, one that ended when the dragons were banished for eight millenia. An unnamed hero, forgotten after 8000 long years had carried the same spear in his hand, the iron head blessed with the seal of the crawling chaos Chamos.

The hero had died, but not before cutting the heart of a divine dragon, also left unnamed, though depicted in colors of gold and tawny brown. Graeme had prepared the ritual, attaching a new shaft to the iron spear point, and annointing it with his blood, and renewed with the pact of Chamos, one that would make Calan as great as Kasmir.

Now was the time of the Glorious Battle, for it was the way of things that the two two should face one another in combat.

"Hard astarboard, make your keel heavy and your nose light!" Graeme shouted. At the helm, the first mate drew on the control rudders of the ship, and she rolled onto her side, as in a tight turn, but she rose instead, still in the cutting turn. Graeme felt the sureness of the lifeline tied around his waist, and secure to the haft of the spear. He let the rope out a bit, and moved farther out on the yardarm, his coathardie flapping in the wind like a banner.

"Above the wing! Above the wing!" he shouted. The ship cleared the forward edge of the giant blue wing, but one of the rudders clipped the beast as it passed, shattering the rudder and tearing it loose from the ship. Graeme struck, extending the bladed edge of the spear with as much force as he could, but not letting it fly.  The edge ripped into the membrane of the dragons wing, ripping the thinner, unarmored flesh. He shielded his face as the bowspirit of the ship snared in the rising membrane of the wing.

The wooden spar shattered, and the entire ship shuddered as it grounded against the rising wingbeat of the dragon. Were the Vingilot in water, sh ewould capsize, but instead she rolled, snapping the sweeps and yard arms off as she pitched. Graeme lept from the yard arm he perched upon as it broke under the weight of the ship. The lifelin caught, saving him from being lost over the edge of the ship, but he was still caught in the wake of debris from the ruined Vingilot.

The ship cleared the wing, raining behind it a storm of shattered wood, and fouled rope and sail. Graeme drew himself up on the lifeline, spear still clutched in hand. The Vingilot, mortally wounded righted itself, and the helmsman struggled to hold her on a steady course, even though one of the wooden spars had skewered him through the gut.

"I can get her on the ground my prince, but she will never fly again." the helmsman said, wiping a trickle of blood from the side of his mouth.

"I commend your courage." The Prince said. "Have no fear." He watched as the wounded ship fell from the heavens, nursed along by a dying helmsman. The ground rose swiftly, but to his commendation, the ship survived the landing, ripping a deep furrow in the earth as she slid to a stop, a mess of creaking timbers and ripped sails.

Graeme lifted himself from the deck, and held the spear ready. The dragon would be seeking him shortly.

[Maggot]

The Ogres had witnessed all that had happened in the skies above.And the sight of the One being hurt,no matter how slightly,had drivn them mad with fury.''Truce?''screamed the old warrior that had been with the Crazy Hawk the day he had fallen. ''You dare speak to us of a truce when one of your foul mages attacks the One?I don't what your game is human,but you will not walk away victorius this day!The courage of our warriors will truimph!''



 Meanwhile,the One was oblivious to all that went on between the two armies.His focus was soley on finding the cursed human that had wounded him with the relic.The relic that all his kind remembered.With that dread weapon,the vile Kasmir had succeeded in banishing the great wryms for 8 millenia.So you are the magic caster that has plauged my warriors for so long with your dark arts,he mused.Perhaps you think yourself heir to the old masters of this land who in their arrogance,tried to use their magic to controll the very Gods themselves.Fool.Things may have come a full circle,but this time the dark arts will not defeat my kind.The great wryms will return,for I will be victorius.And the children of the swamp ,our beloved Ogres as you call them,will no longer be the slaves of the humans.

[Beowulf]

Out of the shadiws stoo a man that age had took its hold of he was in his fifties but was yet older than he looked for he was the reincarnation of Lord Sky te very same dragon slayer that had killed the Dragon emperor himself an mere 10,000 years ago and he held the very sword that bread life to the dragons The Enlanzer in his grasp as he watched the battle a ways from the field with amazement as the ogres showed no mercy and neither did the humans.
 Amazing the ways of them both are just amazing.
 He said to himself and to his students that had followed him there as mercenaries. He looked back at his leading officer and then asked.
 How many men do we have?
 He asked as he looked back at him a grim smiled pursueing his vague face.
 About two thousand, sir.
 He said as he looked around at the men and then back to his mentor.
 Good that should give you all many training hours to fight in this battle if either side accepts. First we shall ask the ogres and if they do not let us fight with them then we shall talk agreements with the humans.
 He said as he pointed out two of his fastest riders and sent them down to meet the ogres.

 They got there within mere seconds from the great steeds they had. The leading man jumped off his horse and thn walked up to the commander.
 "M'leige I have come to ask if you would let my men and I have the privelidge of fighting next to your ogres and this is a question by our mentor Ressalekh Faalithet. So will you let us fight with you in this blood raining war of yours?"
 He asked still kneeling before the ogres over lord.

[Maggot]

''You would fight against your fellow humans?'',the old warrior asked with great astonishment.''But then again,you are not of this land are you?'',he continued.'' Perhaps you like us,have some personal score to settle with the foul Calan?But regarding your offer.Though my heart screams at me for even allowing a human to come this close to me without smiting him down,my instinct tells me that we need all the help we can get,or risk being overrun by our foul oppresors.My warriors and I accept your offer of help.But be warned human,that if you plan treachery,none of you will survive.You have my word on that.'' Ignoring the shocked gasps of the Ogres,he beckoned for the strange humans to join them.

[Sentinel*]

Sentinel saw the humans join and the great battle in the sky and when he looked over at the ogres on the other side, he saw two thousand humans joining joining them. This set off a spark in all the Dejy, and they yelled and cursed aloudly as Sentinel unsheathed his sword and it blazed to life. Blue fire running down it's edge. The Anawiath Sword had been the sole prize of the Rangers of Anawiath, having been taken from the ruins of Kasmir 3,000 years ago, people believed the weapon to be once made by the Smith Gods, who gave it to the Salinin, a people of an island in the black sea, but when the Salinin went to war against the Kasmir, the Kasmir took up the blade. And so it had fallen into the hands of a Wood Elf Ranger.
"Charge!"
He pointed his sword forward and the spears lowered to midline and they charges, a wall of spears slammed into the ogres as the chariots cut up the flanks. The calvary used the piliums and the infantry went into hand-to-hand combat fighting with animals. Indeed, one Dejy, Sentinel Saw, jumped on the back of an ogre and with his fingers, gorged the eyes out of the ogre; so terrible was the fighting. Sentinel himself was knocked from his horse and he continued slaying ogres around him

[Beowulf]

Ressalekh smiled Sentinel had fallen into his plan and he set out his riders of the great elephants beasts only known to the Talharans. The riders flew down over the hill and hit the side of Sentinel's men hard as some of them shot arrows from the tops of the horned beasts. Ressalekh then drew his sword the great sword Enlanzer and it also came to life as he walked up to the ogre lord over looking the fight an then said.
 "You needn't worry we do not commit treatury on anyone who we commit as battle companians. So now let me show you the power of my students."
 He said as he let out a battle scream and his foot men walked up to him and bowed down.
 "Go forth and bring me the head of the general."
 He said and in mere seconds they were gone into the heat of the battle.
 "Watch this I taugh this to them by watching other groups fight."
 He said as his men made a small phalanx and began pushing the dejy back slowly but yet not as strong as the dejy's own phalanx. The archers started to fire fire volleys of arrows at the men and then an airship came from above and dropped off two ship loads of Ressalekh's own hand made sheilds.
 "A present for you allowing my students to join the battle, I present before you one hundred percent blood ruby sheilds made by me there is enough to give at least four companies of ogres these incredible sheilds."

[Maggot]

The old warrior blinked and then rapidly begun rubbing his eyes.Had the steady toil of battle finally taken it's toll,making him see that which did not exist?But no,there were simmiliar expressions of wonder on the faces of the other warriros who had seen the strange human war chief present his truyl wonderous gifts.''By the ancestors!'',he gasped.''Those shields will make us invulnerble to the spears of the Calan and their Dejy dogs!May the day of your birth may be blessed.Now I know for sure that we will win.Though my people have no great love for your kind,neither do we fail to reward those who came to our aid in our time of great need.When Calan falls to us,your warrios will get a genarous helping of the spoils.This I swear on my honor as a warrior!Now to battle!''

 Giving the human the salute one warrior gives to another,he grabbed one of the ruby shields and motioned to the other warriors to help themselves.


 Brandishing their new shields,the Ogres fought with renewed courage,smashing the Dejy back,who relaized with horror that their pillus were useless against sheilds made of ruby.Many of them threw down their weapons and begged for the mercy that was not shown. The chariots drivers like the Dejy,watched helplessly as their razor lined wheels smashed to no avail against a rock hard barrier . Then they too,were brough down by the great spears of the Ogres,screaming as their vehicles of death were toppled and brough crashing down on them.

 And still the One swooping in the skies above,did not notice the tide turning in favour of his warriors,so obssesed was he with finding the mage that held that thrice-acccursed weapon in his hands.''Come  out of wherever you hide,you foul abombination'' he rumbled.''Soon I wiil find and slay you.That evil thing you hold,will not win this time.''

[Maggot]

The old warrior blinked and then rapidly begun rubbing his eyes.Had the steady toil of battle finally taken it's toll,making him see that which did not exist? But no,there were simmiliar expressions of wonder on the faces of the other warriros who had seen the strange human war chief present his  wonderous gifts.''By the ancestors!'',he gasped.''Those shields will make us invulnerble to the spears of the Calan and their Dejy dogs!May the day of your birth may be blessed.Now I know for sure that we will win.Though my people have no great love for your kind,neither do we fail to reward those who came to our aid in our time of great need.When Calan falls to us,your warriors will get a genarous helping of the spoils.This I swear on my honor as a warrior!Now to battle!''

 Giving the human the salute one warrior gives to another,he grabbed one of the ruby shields and motioned to the other warriors to help themselves.


 Brandishing their new shields,the Ogres fought with renewed courage,smashing the Dejy back,who realized with horror that their pillums were useless against sheilds made of ruby.Many of them threw down their weapons and begged for the mercy that was not shown. The chariots drivers like the Dejy,watched helplessly as their razor lined wheels smashed to no avail against a rock hard barrier.Then they too were brought down by the great spears of the Ogres,screaming as their vehicles of death were toppled and brough crashing down on them.

 And still the One swooping in the skies above,did not notice the tide turning in favour of his warriors,so obssesed was he with finding the mage that held that thrice-acccursed weapon in his hands.''Come  out of wherever you hide,you foul abombination'' he rumbled.''Soon I will find and slay you.That evil thing you hold,will not win this time.''

[Sentinel*]

Sentinel retretated his men on to a small river where they made their last stand. Fighting with renewed energy, they fought savagely and most deadly. Indeed Sentinel looked out south and to a large hill. What came up on top of the hill renewed his hope. The calvary from Calan, the volunteers. They roared out Caladin warcrises and galloped down the hill and slammed into the flanks of the ogres, cutting through them with speed and strength

[Scrasamax]

Prince Graeme strode away from the wreckage of the Vingilot, the spear at his side, and his sword in hand. He would slay the dragon, and save Calan, the Great empire. There would be a terrible cost to be paid, but he would pay it. He could feel the essense of Chamo within his bones, he could feel it radiating out through his skin, through his every fiber. A troop of ogres, freshly armed with the ruby shields bore down upon him, wicked spears raised.

Trouble me not! It is your master I seek.

Struck by the power of the words, the aura that radiated from him, the ogres were reminded of the terrible power of the Kasmir, those who slew them with impunity, and broke their people, and made their lands run red with spilt blood. There was no rage in this, no unbridled fury in the face of wrongs and injustice, only the terrible feeling of helplessness, and that of violation. Long they had warred against the devious and cruel humans, with their dishonorable warfare and tactics, now they saw in his face the light of the men of old.

The ogres fell back away from him, the unmanly tremor of fear in their guts, weakening their spirits. Only a hero among the ogres, of great spirit could hope to even face the warrior, and if the gods willed it, there would not be an end until the prince and the dragon struck their finals blows.

[Sentinel*]

Sentinel having his forces surrounded the river ran blood as bodies clogged it, both man and ogre. Sentinel suddenly felt heat in hias hand and looked at the ancient blade. It was becomign brighter and brighter by the second, stirred by somthing in the wind. That a huge wave of power he could feel inside of him as the blade itself erupted into blue fire. The ogres stopped and backed away from the small contigent of survivors, as they were at the time being distracted by this display and the volunteer calvary. Sentinel sword pulsed as if with his every heartbeat and he felt the heat of the flames coming around him and engulfing him in a blue flame, not hurting him, but hurting those around him. Sentinel himself was awed by this, something had stirred it and he knew naught what it was. He looked up at ogres and yelled with all his strength as the survivors charged recklessly into the ogres. The ogres horrified fell back as their shields were heated and they could not hold them, many were burned and killed by the flames as he cut through them with the sword. Indeed, many an ogre started to retreat from the humans as they were renewed with hope as Sentinel led them on.

[Beowulf]

With intense training Dekkrokh has endured he disappeared and then reappeared cutting off the head of the ogre over lord and then disappearing as swiftl as he came leaving behind a dead body witch looked similar to his. When the blade masters saw of this they became over powered with anger and faught more viciously as they severed more of the ogres limbs making sure not to leave any survivors as they started to push the ogres close to a water fall smighting all enemies in their path as they had soon had the ogres on their last resort for the peace treaty.
 Will you now accept the treaty or will you go done in a blaze of vain as did your over lord?
 The new captain of the blade masters asked out screaming over the already screaming ogres as the volleys of arrows flew past he and his mens heads.

 ****

 Ressalekh had already retreated knowing that his own kin has already won the battle.