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.R.M. -> RE: =AQW= 2012 Dage vs Nulgath War stories (7/5/2012 22:40:59)
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I made a short story about the final part(s) of the war.
Nulgath smirks, addressing his minions from a throne built with the bones of many fallen enemies.
“Today, we will march upon our weakened opponents.”
Everyone in the crowd surrounding Nulgath instantly hushes. Not a breath of air escapes their mouths as their leader speaks.
“In the past months of fighting directly against his Undead Legion, we have lost many but gained much.” Nulgath pauses for a moment, “With each death of a Legion member, my power grows. A soul dispatched by my blade gives me power.” A fiend in the crowd emits a small cough and then falls to the ground in pieces.
“Nobody is to speak!” Nulgath growls, clearly irritated. He mumbles something, then continues, “I have now grown enough in power to march directly up to Dage and destroy him once and for all.”
Signaling the end of his speech, Nulgath stands up off of his throne and the crowd cheers, “All hail Nulgath!” Nulgath then picks up his blade, resting it on his shoulder. With a nod to the crowd, he walks into a small tent, where his apprentice Revontheus is waiting.
Meanwhile, Dage is addressing his army of undead.
“Soldiers,” Dage begins, pacing on a large stage in front of his army, “I have gotten word that Nulgath is planning to advance on us directly.” Some sounds of astonishment and fear echo out from the crowd. “During this war, Nulgath’s forces have pushed very hard. They are strong, and lost few, while we have lost many.” Dage waves his arm out behind him, where roughly 100 of his trained Legion Titans stand. “Today, defending our camp, the Titans will be fighting!” The crowd cheers out as the Titans raise their weapons. “We will win this war!” Dage cheers, his army echoing his words.
The day of the final battle:
“Master Nulgath.” The spy addresses his master, kneeling in a show of respect and loyalty.
“What have you to report?” Nulgath asks, getting straight to the point.
The spy stays kneeling, his head bowed, never meeting the eyes of his master, “Dage plans on defending himself with his Titans... The strongest members of his legion.”
Nulgath sneers, “So, he thinks he can defend himself with a bunch of weaklings in armor?” He lets out a chuckle, “Thank you spy, you have done well. Now suit up and join the rest.” The spy nods and scurries out of the room, leaving Nulgath alone with Revontheus.
“Are you ready, apprentice?”, Nulgath asks.
Revontheus nods, “Yes master. You have taught me well. We will crush this puny army.”
Nulgath looks forward, power radiating in his eyes, “We will.”
“Prepare for the final defense! It’s now or never!” Dage has to bellow over the noise of his soldier preparing their weapons. He is in his Paragon armor, wielding two Calabolgs and with his Soul Kris sheathed at his waist.
A small legion skull flys up before him, chattering. Dage nods, understanding the language in which undead speak. The skull flys away and dage yells out, “They are approaching, form up!”
After a long battle, Revontheus is finishing the last few Legion Titans as Nulgath finally faces his opponent. Dage snarls, his armor battered and his helmet cracked. Nulgath seems unharmed except for a small scar on his face... Or was that always there? Dage stares through his helmet, looking into the eyes of a fiend.
“So, we finally meet again.” Nulgath snarls.
“Yes, old foe. Today is the day when I right my past mistake.” Dage replies, confident.
“And what would that mistake be?” Nulgath asks, only to watch Dage squirm before death.
“Letting you win last time!” Dage yells, charging straight at Nulgath.
Nulgath lets his Overfiend Blade clash against Dage’s remaining Calabolg, which causes it to shatter. Nulgath laughs as Dage is left holding only a handle. Dage frowns, throwing the handle to the ground and drawing his Soul Kris.
“Time to die!” Dage yells out, charging Nulgath again.
Nulgath dodges Dage’s attacks and begins an offensive with his blade. “You can’t defeat me this easily!”, Nulgath taunts. Dage finally gets the upper hand, driving his Soul Kris straight into Nulgath’s chest. The blade snaps, but Nulgath falls to the ground, then disappears.
“Haha!” Dage cries out triumphantly. Dage falls to the ground, landing on his knees as a large blade pierces his chest.
“But... How?” Dage asks, as Nulgath steps in front of Dage, smiling.
“I hope you liked my fiend clone!” Nulgath says, laughing. Dage grimaces as the portion of spirit in his armor falls to the underworld, returning to the captured portion.
The spirit of Dage roars in anger, “That fool!”.
“I wouldn’t say that”, Revontheus says, stepping from the shadows, Nulgath in tow.
“But... How!?” Dage exclaims, unable to move as he is chained to the wall.
“It’s been many days since your defeat, Dage.” Nulgath confirms. Dage thinks back to the immense pain when a portion of his spirit died.
“Well, Revontheus, time for your final initiation... Kill Dage.”
As Dage’s captured spirit was truly captured, chained to the wall and severely weakened, it never stood a chance. Dage was never a problem again.
Another story from the perspective of an Evil-aligned retired-(hero).
The war began on a day during summer. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining and birds chirping. Everything was calm in the land of Lore. Though this day was the beginning of the long hardships of the Land. This was the beginning of the war.
Stories say that Dage was a Necromancer, greedy for power. In his pursuit for power, he went to Nulgath and used his contracts to make his own power grow. Nulgath though, doesn’t let you leave after you have pledged him allegiance. Dage thought that he had enough power to conquer the underworld and sweep Nulgath aside... It didn’t quite work like that. The day Dage challenged Nulgath, was the day Dage lost a portion of his own soul. A small portion was put into an armor, which resides in Shadowfall, the other portion is trapped in the underworld and longs to crush Nulgath. The Dage that most of Lore knows, the one which is head of the Undead Legion, trades weapons and armor for your eternal elegance. Some try to defy this, and don’t survive. Every since the separation of his soul, Dage has been collecting souls for his own army. This army will be used to challenge Nulgath and his forces. But it won’t be easy.
The villagers of the area surrounding Shadowfall organized a meeting for the whole town. The subject was the fact that Dage was scouring the countryside in search of people to join his army. Everyone was quiet as a man and woman stepped in front of the crowd, eyes red with tears.
“He-- Took our son...” The woman lets out, and then covers her face, shoulders shaking.
Her husband wraps his arm around her, “Yes... Lord Dage took our son to join his army... He was barely a man yet... We’re only farmers, not warriors!” The crowd mumble in consent. A lone man stands in the back of the city hall building, watching the meeting from a distance. He sighs, worried for his own son. The man himself was once a hero, a champion of Lore. He helped fight the good soldiers in his younger days, and eventually retired when “Chaos” began ravaging Lore. By then, he had a wife and a child. This child was for whom he feared.
The man began the short walk home after the meeting dispersed. As he neared the path heading to the door of his humble home, he saw soldiers galloping away on horses made of bone. From the back of the horses, he heard crying. Eyes wide with shock, the man ran to the door of his home, which was laying on the floor, torn off of it’s hinges. He called out his wife’s name, but got no reply. The man entered warily, walking silently to the kitchen. Sitting in one of the chairs was his wife, but she wasn’t alive. That was the moment that the man’s heart froze. He became cold as steel as he walked to a small closet. Reaching to the floor, he pulled open a trap door and jumped down. Hidden somewhere was something the man had never hoped to use... Something potentially deadly but worth much. After some searching, he finally found it, picking it up off the ground and taking out a pen, he signed it. A contract of Nulgath.
As soon as the last drop of ink fell from the pen, the contract burned to ash. The man was left standing there, what used to be the contract strewn around the room. As he looked into the palms of his hand, his mind was taken over. Six demon eyes were burned into the man's soul forever... Staring at him and willing him to serve for all eternity. This man was now Nulgath's servant.
Story about the transformation from human to fiend. (Un-finished)
The hero was sitting in Yulgar's Inn, drinking some Moglin Berry juice before setting off on another adventure. This time, he had no specific quest in mind... No guaranteed reward for fighting hard. Today was the day that the hero was joining in the war. He only had to decide which side to fight for.
"Hello... Hero." Dage sneered from his throne. The hero looked straight at Dage and frowned.
"Do you have absolutely no respect for your warriors?"
Dage chuckled, "Why should I?"
Again, the hero frowned, "Why should you? Well, for one, if it wasn't for all of your soldiers, you would be some failure necromancer who tried to rise to power and failed."
"If you think that, why would you even come here?" Dage roared in anger, "I should kill you now! Or, better yet, go side with that pathetic Nulgath and I'll kill you later. The hero took Dage's advice... Except the part about his own death.
"Welcome." Nulgath greeted, as the hero walked into his throne room.
The hero bowed, "Lord Nulgath." Peeking up, the hero saw all six of Nulgath eyes were staring at him... Or were they staring through him?
"So, you come seeking power?" Nulgath asked, expecting the usual answer.
"Yes." The hero replied.
"Well, as long as you don't try anything like that foolish Dage did, you should be alright." The hero nodded, then bowed again as he was handed a contract. He signed it and the deal was sealed. His soul now belonged to Nulgath.
"Die!" The hero bellowed, running his blade through another of Dage's puny minions. After signing the contract, the hero's power grew much. After that, he had a craving... A craving for more power. He would travel far, collecting what was required for more contracts... So much fighting... For so much power.
"Argh-" The skeleton cried out, falling to the ground, sliced cleanly in half. He was barely huffing, already hundreds... If not thousands... Countless amounts of dead enemies lay in his wake. Nulgath would be proud. As the last skeleton in the first wave of enemies fell, the hero let out a war cry like none other... It was more of a chatter... A sound a fiend would make.
Nulgath look at the image in front of him with pleasure.
"So, he has given in to the power." He said, watching a feed from one of his sentries. The feed contained the transformation of the hero... He was now a Fiend... A powerful fiend.
"Charr qeen froos!" the hero now turned fiend screamed as he tore through anything put in front of him. Blue and teal mixed with the red of blood... Skulls once perfect now cracked and strewn about. The battlefield was like a living hell. Again, the hero called out, "Charr qeen froos!" Only a fiend would know he was saying "Death to Dage."
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