My little D&D fanfic
Posted: 2002-08-07 07:34pm
Elryn Doomspell stormed through the doors and into the main council room in the Main guildhall. A huge room lit by dozens of torches with hundreds of seats arranged like an arena for the leaders of the guilds that encompass every aspect of life in the city of Iristilan
"I just read the financial report, It seems my friends that you have cut public funding for the mages guild by 500,000 gold crowns a month" The black robed Elf said.
"Yes he have MAGE, we have found your projects trivial and of no importance to this fair city of Iristilan, you want power andhave no interest in this city" said a Dwarf by the name or Thoradin Skullsmasher
"Well you would say that as head of the fighters guild DWARF, your kind has never liked magic"
"Besides that magic is dangerous and should not be in the hands of mortals to begin with"
"That is why my guild exists, to control and regulate magic. This my friends is why you dont put a xenophobic DWARF fundamentalist in a position of power, they will attempt to destroy or suppress what they do not understand. Will I at least be given the opportunity to show to this council that magic is a tool to used and not feared" Elryn said his voice tinged with hatred, and desperation.
Looking around he already knew the councils answer he would have to use desperate measures, concentrating on the weave he called forth a suggestion spell. The arcane runes flashed in his mind as he mentally performed the gestures and words that would complete the spell.
"Your argument has merit" the spokesperson said after a vote from the council. "You will be able to prove your case" he said. Elryn sighed with relief
At that moment a call to arms was sounded from the city walls. In what seemed to be one fluid movement each guild master stood up and went through the doors behind them, Elryn and Thoradin used the main doors.
When they arrived on the north wall an army of staggering proportions awaited them. Initial counts reveal an army of at least fifty thousand orcs, all clad in chain mail and armed with short bow and great axe.
A few minutes later an ogre mage in a heralds uniform approached the walls under a white flag
"We demand the immediate unconditional surrender of the city of Iristilan. If you fail to comply with our demand you will suffer siege and attack, and we will not take prisoners"
"Your demands have already been considered and are summarily rejected"Elryn said
"Archers, send that scum back to the nine hells where he belongs"said skullsmasher
A hail of arrows flew from the walls turning the ogre mage into a pincushion in a shower of blood.
A few seconds later a hail of arrows so thick it blocked out the sun rose from the orcish horde and threatened to rain certain death on the defenders, But the cities mages had something different in mind they raised their hands toward the onslaught and muttered a single word "shjielnd"and hundreds of man sized disks appeared in front of them, these disks immediately moved to intercept the rain of death, a few made it through but an even smaller number hit their marks.
It was then that battle was joined The city mages raised walls of force to form a roof over the wall so they would not have to use spells to shield themselves from arrows. The archers on both sides began targeting individuals to conserve arrows and increase accuracy. Several minutes into combat the walls shuddered as boulders launched from trebuchets hit the walls.
During this time orcish troops began filling in the moat in order bring in siege ladders and battering rams to bear.
The ogre mages began chanting and the orcish dead began to rise as skeletons continuing the tasks they had been doing prior to death.
The mages on the walls began to form into a line across the wall they unfolded their hands, energy crackling between them, they raised their hands through the crenellations in the wall and said the phrase phearin doras vectan and balls of flame shot from their outstretched hands. They hit the ground and exploded turning everything within six meters into burning cinders. Some of the orcs managed to leap out of the way and save themselves from the worst of the flames, but the majority in the fires path succumbed to the searing flames.
The explosions sent many of the orcs into a frenzy of rage and they charged the moat and walls attempting to overwhelm the defense by sheer force of numbers, the arrows from the archers were not enough to halt t berserker charge. But the mages had something else in store. Little known to anyone the moat of this city is salty as it has no exit to the nearby river taking advantage of this, they when the ors where almost to the top of the walls energy aced between the mages hands and lightning arced from orc to orc. The mages then disintegrated the bodies.
The battle was going well and most of the ogre mages had been vaporized by the fireballs and lighting bolts from the walls. It was then that the orcish siege engines managed to pound a breach in the city walls, the rubble from which filled in the moat and allowed hundreds of orcs to pour in, the mages tried to close the breach with a wall of force but their magic would not function there was an anti-magic field centered on the breach. It was then that the battle was joined in melee combat. As mages stood outside the anti-magic field and pounded the orcs with small offensive spells, dozens of magic missiles and minor orb spells streaming from their fingers, while more combat oriented mages cast protective spells on themselves and entered combat with enchanted weapons, while arcane archers pelted every greenskin with magical arrows.
Several hours of combat and hundreds of Iristilian deaths later the smoke and dust cleared to reveal fifty thousand dead orcs and five hundred humans, two hundred elves, and one thousand dead dwarves including Thoradine Skullsmasher, cut down by orcish axes. Elryn himself was not without injury, an arrow in his right shoulder and a small slash-wound to his mid-section. He stood over his onetime enemy, and weeping, picked up his corpse and carried him to the temple of Kelemvor for a proper burial.[/i]
"I just read the financial report, It seems my friends that you have cut public funding for the mages guild by 500,000 gold crowns a month" The black robed Elf said.
"Yes he have MAGE, we have found your projects trivial and of no importance to this fair city of Iristilan, you want power andhave no interest in this city" said a Dwarf by the name or Thoradin Skullsmasher
"Well you would say that as head of the fighters guild DWARF, your kind has never liked magic"
"Besides that magic is dangerous and should not be in the hands of mortals to begin with"
"That is why my guild exists, to control and regulate magic. This my friends is why you dont put a xenophobic DWARF fundamentalist in a position of power, they will attempt to destroy or suppress what they do not understand. Will I at least be given the opportunity to show to this council that magic is a tool to used and not feared" Elryn said his voice tinged with hatred, and desperation.
Looking around he already knew the councils answer he would have to use desperate measures, concentrating on the weave he called forth a suggestion spell. The arcane runes flashed in his mind as he mentally performed the gestures and words that would complete the spell.
"Your argument has merit" the spokesperson said after a vote from the council. "You will be able to prove your case" he said. Elryn sighed with relief
At that moment a call to arms was sounded from the city walls. In what seemed to be one fluid movement each guild master stood up and went through the doors behind them, Elryn and Thoradin used the main doors.
When they arrived on the north wall an army of staggering proportions awaited them. Initial counts reveal an army of at least fifty thousand orcs, all clad in chain mail and armed with short bow and great axe.
A few minutes later an ogre mage in a heralds uniform approached the walls under a white flag
"We demand the immediate unconditional surrender of the city of Iristilan. If you fail to comply with our demand you will suffer siege and attack, and we will not take prisoners"
"Your demands have already been considered and are summarily rejected"Elryn said
"Archers, send that scum back to the nine hells where he belongs"said skullsmasher
A hail of arrows flew from the walls turning the ogre mage into a pincushion in a shower of blood.
A few seconds later a hail of arrows so thick it blocked out the sun rose from the orcish horde and threatened to rain certain death on the defenders, But the cities mages had something different in mind they raised their hands toward the onslaught and muttered a single word "shjielnd"and hundreds of man sized disks appeared in front of them, these disks immediately moved to intercept the rain of death, a few made it through but an even smaller number hit their marks.
It was then that battle was joined The city mages raised walls of force to form a roof over the wall so they would not have to use spells to shield themselves from arrows. The archers on both sides began targeting individuals to conserve arrows and increase accuracy. Several minutes into combat the walls shuddered as boulders launched from trebuchets hit the walls.
During this time orcish troops began filling in the moat in order bring in siege ladders and battering rams to bear.
The ogre mages began chanting and the orcish dead began to rise as skeletons continuing the tasks they had been doing prior to death.
The mages on the walls began to form into a line across the wall they unfolded their hands, energy crackling between them, they raised their hands through the crenellations in the wall and said the phrase phearin doras vectan and balls of flame shot from their outstretched hands. They hit the ground and exploded turning everything within six meters into burning cinders. Some of the orcs managed to leap out of the way and save themselves from the worst of the flames, but the majority in the fires path succumbed to the searing flames.
The explosions sent many of the orcs into a frenzy of rage and they charged the moat and walls attempting to overwhelm the defense by sheer force of numbers, the arrows from the archers were not enough to halt t berserker charge. But the mages had something else in store. Little known to anyone the moat of this city is salty as it has no exit to the nearby river taking advantage of this, they when the ors where almost to the top of the walls energy aced between the mages hands and lightning arced from orc to orc. The mages then disintegrated the bodies.
The battle was going well and most of the ogre mages had been vaporized by the fireballs and lighting bolts from the walls. It was then that the orcish siege engines managed to pound a breach in the city walls, the rubble from which filled in the moat and allowed hundreds of orcs to pour in, the mages tried to close the breach with a wall of force but their magic would not function there was an anti-magic field centered on the breach. It was then that the battle was joined in melee combat. As mages stood outside the anti-magic field and pounded the orcs with small offensive spells, dozens of magic missiles and minor orb spells streaming from their fingers, while more combat oriented mages cast protective spells on themselves and entered combat with enchanted weapons, while arcane archers pelted every greenskin with magical arrows.
Several hours of combat and hundreds of Iristilian deaths later the smoke and dust cleared to reveal fifty thousand dead orcs and five hundred humans, two hundred elves, and one thousand dead dwarves including Thoradine Skullsmasher, cut down by orcish axes. Elryn himself was not without injury, an arrow in his right shoulder and a small slash-wound to his mid-section. He stood over his onetime enemy, and weeping, picked up his corpse and carried him to the temple of Kelemvor for a proper burial.[/i]
