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War Of The Fangs Resurrection Darkovia Forest > Battlegrounds > Fangs: Resurrection Werewolf Subrace <<You walk in from the left to stand a few steps away from Constantin and a slow moving fog within the circle of stone pillars with horizontal pillars on resting on top>> Constantin: So this is it. The fell place where family became foe. <<You>>: I got here as fast a I could, King. The lair said you wanted to see me alone. Constantin: Yes. As much as war draws more hungry mouths to our pack, we still have deserters. With my own son serving that tyrant brat... I needed someone I could trust not succumb to the temptations of this place. Constantin: We rarely act in isolation, so it also needed to be someone that no other lycan would suspect or worry about. I command obedience and respect, but I am no fool. Constantin: And that leaves only you, <<You>>. <<You>>: Ah. I outrank most of them, and I'm the one that moves independently in the entire pack. That makes sense. Constantin: It's not just that. You're the only one that dares stand up to me when we disagree. It makes me as angry as any other show of insolence, but you have the spine for it. It keeps me from stagnating. Reminds me of old days. Constantin: And yet you're loyal all the same. So while we're here alone this time, know this. No matter where else you go, you never fight alone. Your brothers and sisters will always have your back. <<You>>: ...Thank you, King. I appreciate that. Constantin: You seem surprised. <<You>>: You're not usually this talkative. Or serene. And it's strange to see you in this form out in enemy territory. Constantin: Enemy territory... Yes, this den is very obviously marked by a new master. This can't stand. Constantin: But you can't be so surprised. I know restraint as well as you do. And you know wrath as well as I. I hear it in your every growl, and whenever you howl. But a king must flaunt, and the beast is content to be paraded. Constantin: As of this place... There is a tragic nostalgia to it. Like the moon setting outside Darkovia. <<You>>: You knew Nightbane well, didn't you? Constantin: Once. The centuries dull familiarity... But loyalty is hard to forget. Loss moreso. Constantin: My friends were as my first pack. I always watched over the children of my friend and my once beloved as though they were my own. Even after I turned, Erimus would tell them stories of 'uncle Constantin'. Constantin: But we lost Katerina to that bloodsucker queen turning and abandoning him... Constantin: ...And Balius to the shadow's whispers swelling his own ambition. This is where it finally consumed him utterly and left only Nightbane. <<You>>: There's a bitter comfort in his redemption. <<Constantine transforms to Werebeast form>> Werewolf King: Our foes approach. <<You>>: I smell it too. It's leaking through a gap in the wards... Reeks of blood and rot. Werewolf King: An invitation, then. Let's rend this place's new master apart and tear the site down before someone else can use it. ???: I think not. <<You>>: With that power... and stench... It couldn't have been just any necromancer. Sylith: Charming as always, strays. Few but you barbaric mongrels, with your need to flaunt tooth and claw and rank, would soil my new atelier and brutalize my servitors. Sylith: Ah, but I waste breath on such spite, with the moment at hand. Vampire Subrace <<You walk in from the left to stand a few steps away from Safiria and a slow moving fog within the circle of stone pillars with horizontal pillars on resting on top>> <<You>>: I got here as fast as I could, my queen. I would ask what you need of me, but that this place is suddenly guarded... Safiria: Yes, things are moving faster than anticipated. You reported that the undead dragons in the area were tormented, but idle... That is clearly no longer the case. <<You>>: They definitely aren't unbound now. Safiria: And binding them is a much more difficulty task after the collapse. Few have the power left, fewer the knowledge to find... alternative ways. And these defenses are tailor made to confound our senses. Safiria: This site has been claimed by a new master. This is why I called for you, and only you. <<You>>: I'm thankful for your trust, your Highness, but what do you mean? Even if I'm no newborn- Safiria: Don't be so humble. Your blood runs pure, strong, and in spite of the independence you are afforded as Chosen, loyal. You are by far my most treasured subject, <<You>>. Safiria: Our numbers swell, but still we have lost too many to the return of the Dracopyres. Safiria: This is unforgivable, but... understandable. We are a passionate kind, even if our advantage lies in tempering our passions and manipulating those of others. Safiria: It is natural, then, that the thirst for power courses within us as surely as that for blood. And you are the only one I trust to not succumb when the stakes are this high. Safiria: The place's symbolism and its lingering power are too alluring to risk relying on anyone else. <<You>>: I understand. There's no telling what this could be used for by the wrong hands. Mass conversion, new strains... Clearly it's of interest to necromancers as well. What are we to do, then? Safiria: No amount of possible benefits outweighs the risks. Our evolution may have been rather rejuvenating for me, but I am not suddenly so naive that I think we can hold this ground uncontested. Safiria: We depose the site's new master and destroy it utterly. <<You>>: Very well. The bat is definitely out of the cave when it comes to dracopyres, but we can at least prevent a new threat from adding to the chaos. <<You>>: There. A gap in the wards. Now we can take this down. ???: I think not. Safiria: Ah. The usurper herself. Sylith: It figures the cunning leeches would get here first. Sylith: Clingers to the pretense of a long besmirched nobility, naught to claim your would be royalty but thirst and whispers in the cloak of unending night. Werepyre Subrace <<You walk in from the left to stand a few steps away from Erimus and a slow moving fog within the circle of stone pillars with horizontal pillars on resting on top>> <<You>>: Here you are, Wolfwing. I rushed over as soon as I received your summons... Looks like this place isn't quite so inactive anymore. Erimus: Just Erimus will do for now, <<You>>. I tire of playing the role of a warlord caught in this escalating farce for supremacy. <<You>>: That we still have to go so far for survival is proof how deep a mark Erebus has left. Do you think they'll ever see reason? Erimus: Were hardly innocent. What he started, every one of us continued all too gladly. Even now that his strings are cut... But one day, perhaps. I don't expect it, but I do long for it. <<You>>: You don't expect it? Erimus: I don't doubt that it's possible. As long as we have people like you around, at least. But the others... Erimus: Constantin loathes himself for his role in my turning, his deceit at the shadow's hand. And he gladly directs that towards Safari, Whom he blames for... For Katerina. Erimus: Safari in turn despises him for serving the shadow in the first place, and for harassing her land for centuries. Erimus: They have done much to fuel each other's hatred since then. And as long as they cannot see eye to eye... Erimus: Perhaps precisely because of that, my granddaughter's war might last as long as theirs. Our own fight will never finish as long as this holds true. <<You>>: Unity must come willingly, but chaos and oppression split Darkovia. There is no rest for us... <<You>>: Especially now that this place has clearly been claimed by a necromancer who doesn't seem too crippled by the collapse. I assume this is why you called me. Erimus: Indeed. This place's terrible memories have made me wistful enough as is. While I enjoy what conversations we can spare, this takes priority. Let's look for a gap in the inner wards to see if we can take them by surprise. <<You>>: ...One is opening on its own. Erimus: Our foe comes to us instead. <<You>>: Then we end this now. ???: I think not. Erimus: ...YOU are here?! <<Erimus transforms into Werepyre form>> ???: The Chosen and the old mongrel. Of course. Wolfwing: YOU WILL NOT DEFILE MY SON'S REDEMPTION. Sylith: I'm flattered that you recognize my work. But your rage is pointless. Dracopyre Subrace of GraceFang <<You walk in from the left to stand a few steps away from Cenara and a slow moving fog within the circle of stone pillars with horizontal pillars on resting on top>> Cenara: <<You>>! I'm happy to see you. I hope you didn't mind me making my own way past the outer veil. <<You>>: What's a dracolich stampede or two between friends? Cenara: That's... interesting. I ran into a few, but the fog released a horde of reanimated NightHunters where I landed. <<You>>: That doesn't bode well. I'm not surprised they could be reanimated if there's a necromancer around who is somehow still powerful enough to take control of a dracolich... <<You>>: Or a lot of them. But if there are wards specific to individual intruders, then someone made very thorough preparations here. Cenara: And very quickly at that. Whoever set up here has been planning every detail. If I'm right about this place, it can't be anything we can allow. <<You>>: This is practically an ossuary of dragons. With so many tormented spirits and restless dracoliches, it can only signify one thing... This is where Nightbane was born. Cenara: Yes. This is where my father gave up everything for power. There's too much potential for evil in this place... That's why I needed someone close to fight beside here. A friend I could trust to not be tempted by it. <<You>>: Thanks for the confidence, Cenara. Cenara: You've more than earned it. Now let's stop whoever is exploiting this place so we can destroy it. <<Donovan as a transformed Dracopyre walks in from the left and stands next to You>> Cenara: Donovan... NightReign: NightReign! You insist on your insolence, as you insist on underestimating <<You>>! NightReign: Do you think him (male)/her (female) stupid enough to deny Lore the opportunities this place presents? Cenara: As if you would use it for anything but furthering your own power! NightReign: You wound me, "sister". Certainly I would be interested on learning Nightbane's original secret. He left much in my castle, but even if my strain is, shall we say, seamless... NightReign: There is room for growth. And where else to look for it but the pioneering effort itself? NightReign: But the potential spreads beyond growing my power. I'm sure you have already imagined its use for mass conversion, but there is so much more to the secrets of blood he must have unlocked! NightReign: You may be his daughter, but as the TRUE heir, it will be under MY wings that this knowledge is offered to those worthy of it! <<Cenara transforms into GraceFang>> Cenara: No theatrics this time. I won't take another of your speeches here of all places. How many times have we threatened to end this by now, Donovan? Shall we cut straight to that part this time? NightReign: If you think you can put your money where your fangs are, then- <<GraceFang engages into a fight with NightReign as she flies towards him on the left>> Cenara: <<You>>: Looks like their fight drew someone's attention. I'll deal with this on my own. ???: I think not. <<You>>: ...Great. I should've figured it would be someone like you that could still use this much necromancy. Sylith: Flattering and insulting at once. If you ceased yourself like a boorish simpleton and deigned to put as much effort in substance as you do intent, you might have a shadow of a wordsmith in you as well. Sylith: Ah, but abominations sharp of claw and dull of wit bristle at each other in moonlit animosity while their diluted understudy now brings such an impudent incursion before me... No, no matter. None of the above Subraces <<You walk in from the left to stand a few steps away from Evina and a slow moving fog within the circle of stone pillars with horizontal pillars on resting on top>> Evina: Thank you for coming so quickly, <<You>>. <<You>>: Brother Lux was very insistent. And you know you can count on me any time, Lady Evina. Evina: No titles, please. After everything you have done, you may as well be family yourself. I know my daughter would happily refer to you as such. <<You>>: All the same, it might have been wiser to meet some distance from this site. Evina: I appreciate your concern, but I have ways of ensuring my safety while traversing my homeland. I wear this cloak in defiance of its darkening, though I do lay low most of the time. Evina: And I'm afraid there is no time to prepare. I'm sure you realize by now that this is the place where my first husband succumbed fully to the weight of everything he saw... And the avarice that Erebus fostered in him. <<You>>: This is where he became Nightbane, then... Evina: Yes. And now someone has come to claim this secret I had prayed was lost, before my children inherited this terrible legacy. <<You>>: The protections and preparations suggest that it's someone who has more necromantic knowledge than he did at the time of transforming. Perhaps more power, too. Evina: Yes. Which is especially worrying, if whoever has done this is still so capable after the destruction of the ley line. But there is haste to this work, and that buys us time. Only enough to call for a little aid, I'm afraid. <<You>>: With this kind of extensive warding, a larger force might have alerted the usurper and driven them into hiding anyways. You made the right call. Evina: And it had to be you. You don't belong to any of the night breed, but you still protect this land. What this place means to Erimus might have clouded his vision. I couldn't trust the other leaders. As of my children... Evina: Donovan has yet to find the redemption Balius did, and I don't want to drag Cenara any further into her father's legacy. <<You>>: Redemption seems like a tall order for Donovan, to be honest, but... It's complicated. It's hard to oppose him effectively without creating a power void for his more desperate lieutenants to fill in. <<You>>: And hard as it is to admit, he's been a big enough stabilizing factor to deter other threats. <<You>>: However, if his father managed it, if even Cartwright managed to turn a new leaf... I won't close myself to the possibility. I won't count on him to cross that bridge, but I won't burn it myself. Evina: Thank you, <<You>>. That gives me hope. Now, let's deal with this place. We must cast off its new user and deny its corruption to anyone else. ???: I think not. Evina: The wards are clearing from the inside? Sylith: Ah. The widow and her hero. How it stirs poetry in my befouled spirit that the stars would be so wrong and yet so poetically right at once. Sylith: Delightfully macabre and nostalgic, yet still it would cut my own play short... War Camp War Of The Fangs Resurrection Sylph has discovered the ritual grounds where Nightbane became a Dracopyre. She now seeks to use her dark magic to resurrect the fallen Father of the Dracopyres! Guest List War Rewards Top Character War Wins! Top 25 Sylich Elite Male and Female Faces Top 50 Crimson Darklaw Mace 1000 Individual Kills Crimson Darklaw Spear Go Back Twilly: Vampires and werewolves and the forces of darkness, oh my! Twilly:If you need to be healed I can help you. Heal me please. Twilly: There you goes! All healed up! - Thank you!
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You will now fight # wave(s) before returning to camp! Four Battles from Monster Pool with Full Heal after each two [X] Click this button to return to camp at the next save point. Secret Mission! Once the war meter reaches 100% Four Battles from Monster Pool with Full Heal after each two <<Sylith raises her purple orb staff that has black magic in purple outline swirling around it causing the fog to dissipate at the center of the circle of stones>> <<You>>: If you're about to say that it's too late to stop you... <<You walk in from the left>> <<You>>: ...Then you've got another thing coming. Sylith: No, I'm afraid you bring woe much as you ever did. Your very presence ruins the ritual of flesh. Sylith: Already the work was a glacier in its pace, since you bickering mongrels burst open the line of Life and Death.... Sylith: The very arteries of the world's magic... Fools! Legions of dullards and pretentious Mantle bearers, they would hurl the blood of the land at each other until they bled the very world dry if they could! Sylith: And so I must be meticulous, enough to test the patience bestowed by the grace of my eternity... Sylith: ...enough that by presence alone you have soiled the work and trod filth upon my delicate alterations of the site... <<You>>: That easily. Right. How come I don't believe you? Sylith: Because you're not the inane dullard you pretend to be? I play the same game, Chosen, but unlike you I make an art of it. Sylith: Tell me, pawn of the powers, do you notice those starved of the light or imitators of the shadows here? Sylith: Now then, though flesh is denied... Spirit and blood will have to do. It was no easy task to find a dead Forsaken, you know. Oh, how Death hungers for the scraps of the soulless. Sylith: The Necromancy of old simply couldn't have done it. Oh, but the many voices in the crimson, burning rivers he shed upon these stones were most helpful... Sylith: Hear their cries, for one day this bell may toll for thee... <<You>>: That's it, I'm- <<Runes are illuminated in red on the circle of stones, the stones themselves become outlined in a red glow>> Ravener! Murderer... Corruptor! ...betrayer... Destroyer... Tyrant! ...Blight! Bloodletter... Venom of the night... Empty one... NIGHTBANE! <<A red magic circle appears on the ground in front of Sylith and a pale blue spirit of Nightbane with his lower body in a serpentine spirit tail rises from one of the three runes>> <<You>>: Balius! No... Werewolf Subrace Nightbane: Constantin? We must find Dewlok, father is... No, I remember... Vampire Subrace Nightbane: The Vampire Queen and... I think I know you... <<You>>? What is this...? Werepyre Subrace Nightbane: Father... Katerina, no... <<You>>? No, I remember... Dracopyre Subrace of GraceFang Nightbane: Cenara... <<You>>, if I die, you must- Wait. No, I remember... None of the above Subraces Nightbane: <<You>>? You brought my love to my deathbed. I'm grateful... No, this is wrong... I remember... Sylith: So very empty... But I have just the thing to fill that void, Nightbane. This venomous blood calls to you! It can never forget you... Now remember your legacy! Nightbane: This is wrong. No, I remember now. No! Nightbane: I remember... power... Sylith: Excellent. A truly exceptional corpus, shaped by your better years... This might make the work easier to complete. Now give in, Nightbane. Do you remember <<You>>, too? Nightbane: Yes... <<You>>: Remember EVERYTHING, Balius! Not just what she whispers to you! Don't let her be another shadow in your ears, remember how you stood against the Manifestation! Sylith: Compelling. But as long as his corpus is of my creation, his mind is easy to... filter. Now, Nightbane dear... Nightbane: I have not forgotten you, <<You>>... And this time, you die. Battle: NightBane's Spirit Full Heal <<NightReign and GraceFang approach Sylith at the edge of the circle of stones surrounded by fog>> NightReign: Not so fast, vulture! I COULD HAVE HAD A FATHER AGAIN! GraceFang: HOW DARE YOU?! You would have corrupted my father again! Sylith: Scourge and oppressor, liberator and conqueror playing at being the utmost predators, yet still scarred children in the end... Sylith: Ah, but I shan't linger to watch you act like siblings for once. <<Sylith leaves backwards to the left as she summons bone ladders from the ground blocking the advance of NightReign and GraceFang>> <<You and Werewolf King stand on the left facing Wolfwing, Safiria and Evina on the right at the center of the circle of stones>> Safiria: The entire regency of Darkovia gathers again. How repulsively quaint. Evina: Your Highness Safiria, for once it might not be time for hostility. Safiria: Lady Evina. You I bear no ill will toward, and never will. Your children, however, have become the biggest thorns yet... Wolfwing: They're driving the lich away, so for now they do a favor to all of us. But as none of us see a long meeting going well, let's get this over with. Werewolf King: Right you are, old friend. Wolfwing: Hearing you say that again might have been worth the ordeal, if not for the desecration of my son's memory. Safiria: Surprisingly pleasant as this may seem, let's do precisely as the old man said and get to the point. Are we all in agreement? <<You>>: Yes. This place must be destroyed completely. Any trace might empower threats that none of us are willing to tolerate. Werewolf King: Then just leveling the place and torching the rubble won't do... But we MUST do this ourselves. Evina: If you'll lend me your will and join me in the words... I believe my Lady will gladly oblige. Safiria: You ask the creatures of the night to beseech the power of Light upon Darkovia? <<You>>: That is not as strange as you might think. The Lady does appreciate darkness. Evina: Indeed. Such is her love for the Lord of Darkness, and even she appreciates rest. Werewolf King: Hmph. This should be entertaining, at least. Safiria: Intriguing. By all means, Lady Evina. Wolfwing: You won't hear me oppose you. Despite our differences, you were as my daughter. Let's just... get some distance first. <<Pans upward at the sky is illuminated by a full moon against a red background, then suddenly a beam of light rises from the dark forest towards the sky>> Shop: War of the Fangs: Resurrection Weapons: Darklaw Spear (Lv 5, 15, 35, 55, 75, 95, 115, 135, 150G) Lyfang Mace (Lv 5, 15, 35, 55, 75, 95, 115, 135, 150G) Titles: Unresurrector (Lv 5, 10 wins) Unflappable Unresurrector (Lv 10, 30 wins) Ultra Unresurrector (Lv 15, 80 wins) Undeterred Unresurrector (Lv 25, 200 wins) Unstoppable Unresurrector (Lv 35, 500 wins) Ultimate Unresurrector (Lv 50, 1000 wins) Faces: Sylich F (Lv 15) Sylich M (Lv 15) Play again! Re-Open Shop Guardian Tower! Leave Monster Pool Alpha Dracoglin Banshee Banshee Messenger Death Knight Dire Werewolf Ethereal Banshee Fire Vampragon Immaterial Banshee Incorporeal Banshee Insubstantial Banshee Moglin Freak Moglin Phantom Nightraider Skull Swarm Spirited Banshee Tenuous Banshee Undead Archer Undead Mage Undead Moglin Undead SpellSword Undead Wounded Undead Zard Vampbeast Vampire Bat Vamp Sire Vampire Warrior WereBat Werebeast Werepup Werewolf Warrior Wispy Banshee Zombie Zard 3 Text errors are underlined both in transcript above and below: Constantine: Should be "Constantin". <<You>>: I got here as fast a I could, King. The lair said you wanted to see me alone. Should be "as". Constantine: Once. The centuries dull familiarity... But loyalty is hard to forget. Loss moreso. Should be "more so". Lorekeeper Edit: Typos fixed in game.
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