Road to the Grail

[will_wait4Him]

Originally posted by Susan
Mine are repentant and seeking to escape magic. It is a fictional story

I understand that, but who are they talking to? Where are they?

 

[will_wait4Him]

Even looked up to see a huge green-red winged figure swoop down at them!!
"Scatter!" yelled out Even turned his horse to the right.
A fire ball, followed by a huge gust of wind, collided near the group!!
"We must get away from this dragon!! We can't lead it to the King's!" yelled William.
"Agreed. We're going into the Mira Forest! Follow me!" yelled Loakin.
The group regrouped and galloped towardsa thick forest...

 

[Kookaburra]

Ok with me!

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Arannte could see the dragon towering over her, and Nightmare's ears were flat against her skull as she stepped sideways, evading a fiery blast. She emitted a sound that Arannte had never heard from a horse--a cross between a high-pitched squeal and a deep bellow.

Nightmare switched to her nicname, Demon in a second and charged the scaled monster, dodging flames and keeping on.

Arannte steeled herself to fall to the ground, as she swept her sword up against the hard-as-steel back scales.

A shower of sparks showered from her effort, and the dragon wheeled on a dime and opened it's jaws.

Arannte released her arrows, aware that her hands were bleeding from repeated blows with her sword against the impenetrable armor.

Her hands shook as she put another arrow to string and waited for the jaws to widen enough. Her face was covered with soot, but she was numb.

Finally.

She released the arrow, which sank into the soft, leathery skin underneath the dragon's throat.

It sounded like it was choking, and then it rose on it's hid legs and towered over her, belching flame as it seemed to topple.

Arannte froze, paralysed, and then was aware of Nightmare bolting. Her packhorse, a cunning stallion, avoided the harsh onslaught and fled to Evan, who was fighting to keep his horse calm.

Arannte became aware that someone was pulling on her, and she opened her eyes to see Evan standing there.

"Hurry!" he said urgently, and they were off again.

 

[will_wait4Him]

The five brave souls rushed towards the river in a desprit race!! Would they get to the river safely, who knows.....

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Goin' to bed....

 

[Kookaburra]

G'night

 

[Grimr]

Grishnack rode before his army the arrows and balistas of the enemy only did small damage to the army. The hosts of Hell parted ways revealing twenty giant catapults. FIRE! The batteries of catapults launched flaming balls of Tar, giant boulders and even solders at the castle. Hundreds of Goblin, and Orc Archers took aim and fired clouds of flaming arrows into the castle. Summon the Great Dragons! Two great horn blasts could be heard across the land. The call was answered as twenty Dragons soared through England bringing death and destruction with them. Finally Grishnack decided to use his ultimate weapon. Bring Forth Gore at this the hosts of Hell yelled with delight as a giant battering ram with a head of Iron in the shape of a dragon head moved forward being pulled by Trolls. The Battering ram was placed before the castle gates and the ropes that pulled it into position began to grow taunt as four Trolls pulled back on the ropes. CRASH! The iron head hit the wooden gates causing some cracks to form in them. CRASH! Again the Giant Battering ram hit the Castle gates. CRASH! The wooden gates fell causing great panic to the enemy. ATTACK! The Hosts of Hell swelled into the castle against the Christian defenders.

 

[will_wait4Him]

Even looked at back at his home from the river. It was in flames!! Windsar, the capital of England, had been taken.

 

[CJF]

Rebecca mounted Mystic, and rode from the grove of trees and out into the open. She needed to get to the other side of England, and soon. As soon as she neared the castle, she saw that it was under seige.
Okay, I get through that. She thought. Rebecca took a deep breath.
"It'll take too long to go around. C'mon Mystic!" Rebecca put Mystic in a gallop. Mystic darted down the hill, and weaved through the battle raging in the front of the castle.

 

[Susan]

The repentant fairy Rose is on the side of Arrante, Evan and the others.
Marjoramy is also.
Thyme only *appears to be* repentant and is in actuality on the side of the evil creatures.

 

[Susan]

Thyme looks at the burning castle, then at Evan. "I can stop that fire in one minute if you would let me."
Rose steps forward. "No. Thyme. . . I told you not to do things like that anymore."
"Well," Thyme looks around. "How about if I help you fight your enemies? Wouldn't that be fairy helpful?"
Evan, William, Loakin, and finally Arrante agreed to let Thyme lead the group into what she said was an ambush against the invaders. . .

 

[CJF]

Rebecca finally reached the other side of the battle. She didn't stop, however, until nightfall. She brought Mystic to a walk, for the rest of the night, and all through the morning. She stopped at noon, to let Mystic rest, and to eat.

 

[Grimr]

As Grishnack road through Castle Windsar he saw thousands of dead corpses of Orc's Goblins, Dwarves, Trolls, and men. Suddenly an Orc general ran towards him. My lord the royal family is gone. Well then I and a few hundred Orcs and Goblins to find them. General I want Castle Windsar refortify and built stronger and our new Fortress will be known as Cirith GarGar the Towers of the Teeth. Send for our engineers and slaves I want this fortress impenetrable. Grishnack then ran of with his bodyguard and a small regiment of Orcs and Goblins on Horse and Wolf back they used their great sense of smell to follow the Kings tracks and finally fell upon them. Borien was the last in line protecting the rear as The Orc's and Goblins fell upon the moving band of royalty. Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Three arrows pased thourgh his body he was nearly dead as he fell from his horse. Ok Josh i'm letting you take over now.

 

[CJF]

Rebecca rode into a small town, and dismounted. She tied Mystic up, and ran into an Inn. She darted up the stairs, and down the hall. She pounded on the door, marked 301.
"Who is it?" an annoyed voice yelled.
"An old friend." she replied back. The door swung open, and revealed a young man, with curly blonde hair, and green eyes.
"Becky! I knew it was you. Come on in." he said. He closed the door behind her.
"What bring's you here?" he asked.
"Gidian, I need your help. I need you, and the Rough Boys, to get your things, and follow me back to London. France is almost completly demolished, and an army of Orcs, goblins and trolls are attacking the King's castle. I need you and the Rough Boys to help a friend and I, first get rid of the army invading the castle, and then prceed to France to kill the army invading there."
"Sure. When do we need to be ready?"
"As soon as possible."
"Alright. We'll meet you by the stables in an hour." Becky nodded and left t the lobby. She was starving, so she went to the dinning room, and got herself some food. She then went to the stables, and met Gidian, and the seven Rough Boys. They mounted their horses and rode off towards London.

 

[Susan]

Evan and the others look around to see themselves surrounded by the orcs.
"Thyme-"
"Tee hee. . .you are so easily misled, humans. Do you think that I would have helped you?"
Rose begins to cry. "I'm sorry. . .I didn't know that Thyme was still-"
"Attack them! Now!"
The 100 orcs advance closer, with Thyme now leading them. . .

 

[Grimr]

Hold thy tounge Fairy I am King here men kill them all.

 

[Blessed-one]

Name: Rylan K'lee
Age: 30
Gender: male
Religion: partial Christian
Weapons: Sword, longbow.
Personality: Serious, tended to look at all the possible ways before making a move.
History: Rylan was from one of the wealthiest families in England, but due to some misfortune and blood fred, his family fell into disgrace and they ended up working in a farm. However, they still maintained their ties to some other families, and Rylan was tutored by his father, who was knowlegeable and good with the sword.

A couple of years ago, Rylan decided to join an army, but he was detained along the way by various kinds of dark creatures, luckily, he had the help of several "friends", he made during his travel.

Name: Nyanie K'lee
Age: 27
Gender: female
Religion: Devoted Christian
Weapons: Daggers, short knives.
Skill: healing
Personality: Caring and compassionate. Straight forward.
History: Nyanie was a distant cousin of Rylan's. One year ago, Rylan was visiting his uncle's place (a merchant) when Nyanie joined his company. She was excellent with close combat, and a devoted Christian. Her desire in helping along the frontline prompted her to the journey, of course, Rylan had tried to dissuade her, but her "stubborn" streak won out.

 

[will_wait4Him]

Even and the others galloped as fast as their horses could towards the three kings.
I shouldn't of left him, thought Even.
Orcs and goblins chased after them as the group galloped by!! Arrows flew past their faces!!!
"My lord, look!" said William pointing.
Even glanced to his right to see fellow Englishmen fighting orcs at the wall of the forest! Another part of them was headed towards the king. Even and the others trotted through the shallow river. All of a sudden, six trolls came running out of the forest on the other side of the river.
"My lord, we must defend the king!" yelled Loakin whipping out his sword.
Even, William, Henry, Arannte, and Rose unsheethed their swords as well!
"Father!! I'm coming!" yelled Even running with the others not far behind.
Kings Kazov, Cerebus, and Alagan were doing their best to defend themselves against the relentless orcs and goblins!!
Even approached an orc and sliced its body in half. Even finally made it to his father.
"Took you long enough." said Kazov sarcasticly.
The group faught well, being able to keep the orcs and goblins back. The trolls were another story. They were having a bit more trouble getting across the river then his smaller comrads. The group formed a large circle with the kings in the center. Who knows if they'll be able to defend themselves against the six mighty trolls!!!

 

[Kookaburra]

Arannte wielded her sword expertly, the night hissing as the air thickened with her shafts, the breath of death choking her enemies as they clawed at her horse.

Nightmare herself was a raging demon as she towered over the orcs and their lesser beasts, biting, tearing and kicking with astonishing speed.

Arannte could fit up to three arrows on her string at once, and they flew so fast and accurately that the orcs seemed to wither as they came withing reach of her large, long-range bow.

Even was racing along alongside her, his brow furrowed with ill-concealed anger.

She cringed, knowing she had probably been the reason he was delayed so long.

The goblins and orcs swept around her, between her and the rest of her group, and that's when she shifted completely to battle mode.

She hacked, chopped and stabbed with her left arm as her right continued to fire off arrows from the bow, which was resting in a special position across Demon's neck that allowed her to keep her hands mostly free.

Nightmare reared, slamming her hooves down on an unidentified attacker, then she flicked her tail, layed flat her ears, and shot like the arrow from Arannte's bow, trampling the enemy and neighing shrilly.

The packhorse also was fighting, hooves pounding, mane tossing, teeth flashing. It was as if was a hate-charged demon in its death throws, kicking, squeeling and biting, gnashing.

Suddenly, Arannte was free from the orcs, running across soft turf into the shallow creek, her throat hoarse and her arms bloodied, with both her blood and her attackers. Nightmare and Lance were free also, galloping full-speed across the open grass at the trees edge.

The horses plunged into the icy water, which was deeper than it looked. They pulled even and they swam side-by-side until they regained their footing on the other side, rushing out of the water like some primieval beast, water rushing off and glistening in the sun as they vanished into the trees.

She could see Even to her left, and some others fighting amongst the forest, their shouts ringing like thier blades against the goblins' and orcs' ones, and strangest of all, they were laughing.

Arannte slowed her horse, then turned and spurred her into a gallop. Her sword raised, she bore down on an orc with its back to her.

Her groaned as Nightmare's hooves caught him midback, and he dropped with Arannte's follow-up.

She could see the Englishman off to her right, now, and she headed that way.

A troll burst out of the bushes, glaring down at her.

She promptly released two arrows, which struck him in his right side.

It groaned, and then snapped the arrows out easily, glowering and raging above her.

Arannte leapt from her seat, landing in the bushes.

The troll swung its club, and she dodged.

Another swing, and another duck.

Finally, she saw it raise its head to look at the other five trolls, and she fired again, this time getting the soft skin under the throat.

It choked, gagged, and then toppled, bearing down on a couple of goblins.

Arannte swung back aboard Nightmare, and they were off again.

 

[Kookaburra]

I'll write up a niiiiiiiicccceeeee looooooonnnnngggggg pooooosssst tomorrow. No time tonight, mom's yelling for me to get off.
OFF!

 

[Grimr]

Grishnack stood before the English King. Well your Highness I shall finally have my revenge for you killed my great grand father Orgul the Terrible as he lay dying of old age you skewered him like a pig then cut his head off. Well look around you majesty My people have won and in three days the other armies of Hell will march here and we shall swallow the Earth in another Dark Age. I shall not let that happen the king yelled as he drew his sword. Grishnack was faster like a bolt of lightning Grishnack stabbed the king with his sword and as the king fell he swiped at his head cutting it clean off and sending it rolling towards Eeven's feet. Grishnack laughed at him and said. Well boy what are you going to do run like the baby you are or die fighting me? Eeven charged at Grishnack.