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The Battle for Charlotte

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silverclawgrizzly:
The young Priest looked upon his beloved city, The City of Darkness they called it. It sickened him that the forces of the holy had been lax too long. Merely one lone Priestess to fight the rising tide of evil, and a Priestess known as "the Devil" at that. Necromancers and Warlocks had thrived in this once great land. No more. With Asyras blessing he would gather his armies and make his Charlotte a City of Light! He'd contacted The Devil and an old passing Priestess who once called Charlotte home before being driven from it by the forces of The Bog Queen. Together these three holy warriors and their allies would cleanse the taint of evil from the land.

Though it bothered the young Priest that his offer of alliance to the Bloodwave had been rebuffed he knew there were other allies he could perhaps call on of an most....unusual bent.

silverclawgrizzly:
Later the Priest walks a section of streets he does not normally associate with. Entering the business of a self proclaimed psychic he sneers at the gaudy trappings of a known front of a bounty hunter for hire in Charlotte. The robbed and masked figure he'd arranged to meet had a savage reputation that was well earned as a sword for hire.

Stoic as always the Priest addresses the woman in front of him "I've heard you collected the bounty on the World Champion at Mace. Impressive. I've two contracts for you to choose from. The Necro King, and the Upstart Warlock."

Impassively the Force Master reads the contacts, their targets, and their payments. "I'll kill the Warlock. After that I'll consider seeing to the Necro King...but raise the bounty."

The Forcemaster gives a last nod of her head before turning and leaving the building. Coin was coin. Good or evil it all spent the same.

Sailor Vulcan:
Oh this is good! This is based on an actual real life Mage Wars tournament right? Keep writing! :D


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JasonBourneZombie:
In his dark sanctum, the Necro King is troubled. He has heard reports from his spies of movement from the accursed charlatans of light. One such presumptuous fool had been seen stalking through the alleyways of his city. He was seen attempting to employ a sellsword.

The Necro King is not troubled by this development so much as by the fact that he has been inactive for far too long. He had been attending to the bureaucratic needs of his city and had not been taking an active role in putting down such rebellion. He recalled the last time he had fought with any real purpose. While establishing his city, a wild man from the woods had attempted to kill both he and a colleague. The crazed man fought his colleague first and defeated her, but the Necro King earned his title by killing the man.

It had been a hard fought battle. Falcons had torn at his face and he had been pummeled by stones, of all things. He had had no choice but to call out his trusted guards, great hulking Brutes that he had raised as zombies. After the minions had torn apart the beast man's friends, he retreated to summon forth a large bear and this proved his undoing. The Necro King teleported him back into the midst of his Zombies and they tore him apart in a bloody frenzy.

Now a new challenge had come. The Necro King did not know if he could rely solely on his allies as he had before. He may yet have to take the field. But what truly troubled him was that he was not sure if the emotion that stirred his heart was excitement at proving himself again or fear.

silverclawgrizzly:
They met at dusk on the borders of Charlotte. The young Priest and his ally the Priestess came in search of the dread Necro King. The Unholy ruler of the city had deployed two of his allies to secure the perimeter and transport a prisoner. A fierce and seasoned Warlord demanded the blood of the holy while a young Siren transported a Paladin to be executed.

The Priest could not stand the idea of anyone dying in the watery depths of the Merean homes. He immediately set out to intercept the Siren and free her prison. The Priestess covered his advance in an attempt to hold back the Warlord.

As battled raged brave Metatron was grievously injured and forced to retreat from the horrific Elemental guarding the stone which stole his angelic ability to fly. Astounded he saw as he fled a lone Asyran Defended march willfully into the creatures lair and attack the stone. He was mercilessly savaged by the hydromorphic monster but still he persisted in attacking the Gravikor stone. Finally with his last strength he shattered the stone and provided Metatron and his ally Cassiel with their flight again. The brave defender was immediately slain by a vengeful Siren but it was too late, the damage was done and she'd emerged from her hiding place to find a ready Priest and his angel allies ready to smite her. When the battle was over the Priest released the captured Paladin and offered him a place at his side in the field of battle.

The forces of light would need the new ally as the Priest mournfully found out soon enough. The fair Priestess had been slain by the vicious Warlord and his Orc Butchers. A massive field of dead knights, angels, and heroes littered the ground with dozens of dead goblins as well. On top of his blood covered hill  the Bloodwave legend looked across the field of carnage at the young Priest and nodded in respect before departing. His bloodlust sated for now....

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