NWO v Valandil Telemnar Group Two

[Serilliant]

Valandil Telemnar has rights to first post until 36 hours goes by. At that point, a member of NWO may post first if they wish. This battle takes place on the streets of Noothal as a legendary lizard-beast rampages. Partipcants include:

VT
MiaKane
Melancor
Green is the new black
Mutant Lorenor
Ezra

nWo
Godhand
Slayer of the Rot
Raelyse

Hostilities will cease 4 weeks from today, Monday June 2, or upon completion of this thread, whichever comes first. Good luck to all participants, and have fun!

[Mutant_Lorenor]

Noothal. A nameless city, one of many in the world of Althanas. Lorenor double checked his maps as he arrived making sure that the location of the city was correct. He inspected the maps carefully. After staring for a long moment, he recalled the events that lead him to Noothal in the first place. A war. Lorenor was to be involved in a gang war that would hold Noothal's fate in the balance. Rumors were spreading through the streets rapidly of an organization named the NWO that was declaring war on weaker Power Groups all around Althanas. Lorenor kept looking at the map whilst he thought of the reasons behind his involvement in the war.

The involvement of the Red Hand. Passing through the chain of command, he'd only received orders to act a month earlier. Just in time to complete the journey to Noothal from the Red Hand's base at the foothills of the Daggerfall mountain range. Worn, old parchment flapped in the night breeze as the ghoul stared at the crinkled papyrus paper. His eyes were narrowed, and the purple glow shown brightly upon the documents in his hand. After he was satisfied that he was staring at Noothal, the ghoul carefully rolled the maps up and sealed them back into his personal packs.

He was here for a war. His recent involvement in the Conquest Trials, and the victories he'd faced during that tournament prepared him for the conflict at hand. Looking at the individuals that accompanied him for the trip, he nodded his head towards Saul. Saul was a native a Noothal who was short in stature, had tightly cropped brown hair, and large brown eyes. His skin was copper in hue. "This is Noothal, Sir Lorenor." The words passed from the boy as he struggled to retain control of his riding beast. "The war is scheduled to take place here according to our intelligence reports."

"My superiors have informed me." Lorenor replied. A raspy sound of a voice that was almost like nails scratching a chalkboard. "What will you be doing? Rise to defend us?" Lorenor audibly sighed. This was going to get ugly, lots of kids like Saul were going to get hurt. NWO was a bunch of bastards. Lorenor heard that the ranks consisted of some of the most famous warriors across the land of Althanas. Godhand Striker. Dan. These were famous names in the underground network of informants that passed snippets of information across a vast web of intricacies. Lorenor was but a small part of that web. But he played his part well.

Saul looked at the short warrior and shook his head as well. "Things are going to get hard. The city is already fortified against intruders. This is not going to be easy. What are you going to do to get in?"

"I'll find a way Saul. You just worry about getting yourself to a safe location. Try to evacuate as many as you can." Lorenor said and dismounted from the camel like creature that he'd rented at the port city on the way to Nathool. Lorenor felt his boots crunch on the tightly packed earth in this location. Grass was everywhere. Taking a careful look around, he saw lights in the city. The attack hadn't begun yet. Lorenor was hired by a third party set of individuals to protect those that mattered most in Nathool; the innocent.

The hand of St. Denebriel was behind Lorenor's motivations. "You're actually going to in!?" Saul called after Lorenor dismounted and began walking a few paces forward. "If I don't stop the NWO, nobody will be able to. They have declared war on everything that we hold dear. The last battle ended up in mass destruction. I have to prevent that time around. When you get older, you will understand these matters and perhaps work to save someone on your own."

"You're weird. But your help is appreciated."

"Get to safety Saul."

And that's how Lorenor played into the game. He was there to help defend the City of Nathool from the NWO and all who would try to bring it harm.

The NWO had hell coming to it. Drawing on of his favored damascus longswords, the ghoul walked until he stood about 100 paces in front of the city and sat down in a deep meditation. He would wait for the NWO to arrive. If they wanted a war, Lorenor would give them one.

[Godhand]

The New World Order had grudgingly aquiesced to travel all the way to Noonthal just to show the bottom feeders who was in charge, but as Godhand watched the city through a pair of binoculars he quickly came to a decision. He chuckled a bit watching the dust that monster was kicking up looming over the buildings before stowing away his binoculars.

"Not for all the money in the world."

The mercenary whistled sharply and pointed his thumbs behind him.

"Zip up, boys. We're outta here."

((The NWO withdraws.))