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Dawn of Dark Days PDF Print E-mail
Written by Zarmazarma   
Tuesday, 19 January 2010 21:13
The warriors of MR accumulated, daunted with a figure of black hatred standing before them. Recent activity between Mol-Rehan and Black Light had made these soldiers tense, their hands gripping the hilts of their blades ever harder, a stare down was occurring. Just a few days previous a group of what was considered a minority force of Horde of the Summoned fighters had appeared on the dry Steppes of Mol-Rehan. They forced back Mol-Rehan troops, and many began to expect the arrival of a greater challenge.

The first to arrive were a band of commonly known insurgents, once JK leaders and others that had herd their call, or simply grew tired of their white light allies. They came before a beast of great power, a scorpion exaggerated size, with eyes black as midnight to fit the hearts of it's masters. They slowly pushed the few MR that had received the message of assault, they bravely countered them, being driven the distance of the steppe to Gold Coast, where they regrouped and prepared for a countering strike.

They pushed back, and they pushed hard. Driving them backwards up a hill, as many of them had been separated in what was believed to be blind ambition. The Libila follower that had been coined, "Doctor Chaos", had been spotted near a Mol-Rehan defensive structure, and he was soon assaulted by the guards and fellow warriors that had planned the trap. He died, but they knew he would escape the pull of the nether world, and return soon. The warriors continued out into the steppe, reclaiming previously lost ground, and hunting down the attacker Maincorpse, which they believed to be near by. A sense of anger and insecurity washed over them, and they continued their attack.

They discovered that Maincorpse and left the world through an dimensional pocket, and knew that he could only hide so long. However they could not stop and wait now, for a dark cloud was spotted on the edge of the woods; moving quickly amongst them was the powerful scorpion. They charged on their horses, although the combatants had arrived on Calvary, all had been eliminated by the Mol-Rehan archers. It was with the help of these steeds that the band of Mol-Rehan soldiers was capable of subtracting the distance between them and the fleeing opponents. A champion of the dark goddess Libila was amongst them, lost in a trance of dark powers.

But the Mol-Rehan had no fear, charging into the crowd of Black Lights and slicing at their legs, driving them back up the hill to a rock surface just below the sight of a sight once occupied by the first Libilian Outlaws, where they began to sink into caves that had been mined into the surface, and used them as cover against the Mol-Rehan, but this did not end the fighting. The warriors of Mol-Rehan only brandished their weapons with increased ferocity, and began to hold and push the BL fighters further into their caves.

The brave antics of Nadroj had distracted the champion of Libila and the mighty scorpion long enough to assure an assault from the MR, charging them from behind and eventually forcing them into the mine, where Maximus the Great Executioner of Mol-Rehan began the construction of a wall. With covering aid from his allies he was capable of completing the wall and halting the BL in their mine, they all left the word as main corpse had, but the MR were not done.

Days later a fortress had been established, pits had been dug and trapped where they knew that the enemy must return, and so they waited. The Mol-Rehan entertained them selves with tales of victory, drinks of ale, and continuous work. Walls needed to be built, dirt dug, farms sowed, and lumber cut. The MR were all but sure the Black Lighters that they had trapped would receive little aid from their hesitant countrymen. While they spent days, vanished from this world, the MR continued the building of their fort, and so was the extent of the waiting game.

Emperor Daolin had appeared many times sense the trapping of the Black Light, bringing with him a mysterious wench, Carmichael, who seemed to always appear with him. Perhaps the Emperor had a royal lover, although she appeared to be more so his body guard. Idol chat had began between the MR defenders that were left, the Emperor, and his company, all seemed to be civil, and the Non-Aggression Pact was still in order. However, this would not be the case. The forces of the Black Light had organized, and hovered threateningly near the edge of the MR encampment. Daolin came forward riding a steed towards the gate house, and in the heat of confusion the Mol-Rehan yelled, "Daolin is hear! Take out his horse!" And with that horse the NAP was over, it fell before them, and an enraged Daolin returned with his forces.

They began their own construction, the sleeping MR that were tucked within the cave beneath the conflict were trapped by fences and constructions, a deed accompanied by heavily armed spirit shadows arrived, and was planted on the edge of the Mol-Rehan structure. The battle began, Daolin commanded his troops to attack, and the MR battled as best they could. They were heavily out numbered, the BL easily doubled the MR forces, but the Mol-Rehan were fighting for their home, and for that reason they would not lose. They grabbed their shields, people came from all towns, inexperienced peasants straight from Golden Valley came to aid the Mol-Rehan, structures and deeds of our own were formed, and a massive imagine of darkness clustered before us.

I myself was there, fighting back hordes of BL in waves, the two opposing forces taunting each other, and then charging, filled with short skirmishes to eliminate smaller organs of the opposing force, and then a retreat, followed by healing and sorting of the equipment of the fallen, people who died came back, escaping the underworld to the deeds placed opposite of each other, and reclaiming what gear they could. Maximus the Great and our own Chancellor Horton lead the fight, Horton in his mighty cape, and Maximus wearing the armor of dragons. The sight was brilliant, the two opposing forces skirmishing with each other, arrows hailing down from the skies, blocking the sun, and watering the plants with blood. Swords and mauls collided with each other, and with shields of differing size. Sweat mixed with blood, and sight was blurred.

The champion of Liblia lead the combat, wounds inflicted seemed to heal as they hit, and wounds that would normally halt normal humans seemed to be sown together by Libila, unholy strength pouring from her as she continued to fight. She summoned demonic creatures, and blasted the MR defenders with spells the likes of which they hadn't seen before. Behind all of them was Daolin, leading the combat from behind the lines, perhaps knowing that the Mol-Rehan were all too eager to sink their swords into his flesh. The fight was long, moral shifted from high to low, and numbers both jumped and dwindled. A stalemate had occurred, corpses lined the roads, and still no one had made any ground.

The BL had mysteriously vanished, the MR poked their heads out of a make shift mine behind their deed to check and see if all was clear, and so it was. Word from Horton came from the farms that were placed near Maincorpse's last known position that the BL had made their way around their, and it would appear as if Maincorpse had been freed. They soon returned, but a fire had been stirred in their absence, the realization that these intruders were making being allowed to leave their vial footprints in our land hit the Mol-Rehan soldiers, and without fear of death, and rage in their eyes, they charged from their cave in flanks.

Well organized and deadly they striked, picking off the BL defenders,  Mortal fell, and three more met the dirt. The enraged MR forced the Black Light into a retreat towards the forest, backing them quickly towards the boarders of MR and BL land, to their left a Mol-Rehan tower, and to their right the newly positioned homestead. Banedon was slayed in the skirmish, but the MR did not falter, they continued their relentless assault, pushing them further up the hill and luring them within range of the Mol-Rehan tower guards. A shout from forest alerted the guards, sending them in a flurry towards Doctor Chaos, who was helpless to escape the band of Mol-Rehan fighters, as they quickly surrounded him and aimed for his feet. When the first slash penetrated the flesh of his right calf, he was debilitated, moving slowly in a helpless wobble towards safety. It would be too late for Doctor Chaos, as he fell soon later, Zarma arriving in his last few breaths and unleashing a finishing blow, a devastating pierce barely evading his heart, dropping Doctor Chaos to the floor. In an atempt to gather the spoils Zarma was over encumbered, and was soon slayed. In his last moments, the red tunnel beckoning him into the nether once more, he could hear his Chancellor Horton frantically searching for a rake, realizing he had developed an affinity for it.

Tired and out-manned, the MR fell back, allowing the retreat of both sides to their respective bases. This would mark the end of the skirmish between the two. Many have given their two cents about the battle, who won, and who lost, and opinions always differ. At the end of the day, gear had been swapped, blood spilled, and the road paved with new corpses. The MR lost no ground, but can not say they did not have their fair share of deaths. Both sides  went off to rest, in their minds the pictures of future combat. Regardless of who was the victor in this fight, or if a victor even existed, the brave Mol-Rehan men, both skilled and unskilled, that held off the BL invaders that day would sleep well, knowing they had defended their homeland from the greatest skirmish seen in ages.