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Erenthril Mael'tharias · May 31, 2008, 01:58 PM

OOC: I could not find the original thread in which these guys left for Sheria, so I decided to post this here. Please direct me to the other thread if there is one. Umm…Adder preferably to moderate, please. Better make use of that neutrality, huh?

Beginning of the Second Cycle/IE: whenever the Orcs are just entering Sherian Province.
Candlemark 1100 – High Noon

He stood there, considering.

“Well well, that’s not something you see every day,” he paused, contemplating just why, just how an entire legion of Orcs had somehow made it through the bottom tier of the Arakmat Province, through Arium, along the cusp of Enamoria, and were now camped just beyond the Sherian Border. He spat. Erenthril had half a mind to draft a Herald article on the spot and call half the Empire traitorous murdering fiends for letting this walking enigma waltz its way through two-thirds the Empire’s provinces. Feth, they should have been cut off from the start rather than letting this problem grow.

The war in Sheria was slowly rotting; slowly festering into an oozing, bleeding sore in the Empire’s side. Eren felt for poor Milo back in Prime, all the paperwork and litigation coming through, plus the short asides to his Imperial Officials and Ministers on the situation off southeast near Orckon and the Sherian plains. Hell, Eren wouldn’t be caught dead in a situation like that.

Somewhere, the bit of saliva that had been spat several hundred feet in the air hit a leaf like a bullet and snatched it off a tree and buried it to the ground.

Still, here he was. Floating serenely in the air. Watching a huge fething conglomeration of Orcs camp out in the middle of the day like they owned the damn place and the surrounding territory adjacent. What the feth was this, a beer tent convention? Erenthril rolled his eyes disdainfully as he considered his responsibilities. Obligations. That sort of thing. Travelling to Port Alyxandrya via air had its benefits, it would seem, for he spotted the trouble in Narim nearly an era ago in the same manner. And now? And now he had a thousand, a thousand!, Orcs camped out none too far beneath him, perhaps a half mile away and certainly a long ways down. He idly considered what they perceived him as, a little speck in the sky, maybe a bird – who knew what the addle-brained beasties thought.

And so, he considered. Contemplated, more like. Was letting a thousand Orcs waltz their way into Sheira like murdering a thousand Imperials? He certainly hoped not. Feth, if that was the case, all the cities the Orcs had basically just marched/camped pass were going to get one hell of a lecture. Yes, he should probably do something…but what.

And that, good sir, was what begged the question of asking.

He briefly checked through his repertoire of spells. There were a numerous of ways he could dispose of his problem. Luckily for him, they were Orcs, travelling with the intent to kill, and thus ranked lower than the merciless slaughter of pigs in his hierarchy of civil rights. Therefore, aforementioned spell list expanded rapidly, given there wasn’t much to consider in the realm of ethics before countering this new thread to the Empire’s stability.

After all, hadn’t they expected some obstacles?

In a perpetual state of Clara, the Archmage Elementalist quietly improvised something that he’d only describe later as an earth tsunami; for he intended to be the only one to walk away from the situation as it were. Camped like this, such a distance off, made for a rather interesting means of emptying the bucket on them, and he fully intended to do it right on par without having to make a second attempt.

Now, a tsunami in the strict sense usually involved water and mass destruction. Eren was only borrowing one of those components and carefully crafting it with an opposite essence – earth. Anyone ever seen hills in an earthquake? How the ground trembles, titters a bit like the quivering heart of a young maiden before the big plunge? Multiply that by three, and you get something of what the Orcs might be experiencing, should everything go well (for Erenthril, not so much for the Orcs). After all, this was going to be a Master-tiered spell, combined with the four techniques of Alteration, Evocation, Alteration once more and then the none-so-subtle Abjuration that would make for a smashing finale. Quite literally. Of course, it was all a bit more technical than that. He had it down to a science though; right? Granted, the Arcalysis reaction between the surrounding Ara and his own Vis that made for the Mana of which he’d already channeled the essence of Earth for, molded at the will of the four shaping techniques aforementioned, and there was already a carefully tacked together spell placed in the making.

Aside from the mumbo jumbo on the Astral Plane, the results…should they go off correctly, which he naturally hoped they would, could unfold to do the following:

Event Number One: The ground begins to sink. Rapidly. Because not only is the ground sinking, but that ground is mirroring an ocean’s tidal wave in the event that the earth underneath the Orcs is actually being hurled in a humongous mass underneath the surface to building up the actual tsunami itself.
Event Number Two: Not only are the Orcs asking what the feth’s up, but the trees are too. And the rocks. And the boulders. And the smooth grass plains of hills, too, if that’s really where they’re at. The effects on the immediate environment are impossible to miss now; trees are being uprooted because the ground underneath them are shaking, the literary cliché of ‘rolling hills’ has suddenly taken a whole new meaning, and every landlubber in the area will have suddenly developed a horrendous pair of ‘sea legs’ per say, as the ground beneath them loses traction.
Event Number Three: Not too far in the distance, the horizon isn’t very much looking like a horizon anymore.
Event Number Four: Aforementioned horizon has now become the ‘unfurling wave of massive death and destruction’ appropriately named by the none too fussed Elf floating several hundred feet in the air watching the catastrophe happen. Said wave rises a good hundred feet in the air, like a gigantic sand monster from the abyss, before crashing down upon a thousand orcs whom stepped out of their tents because they heard Bloodfist and Ghar’gunk screaming like a pair of girls.
Event Number Five: Cease of motion – should everything have gone well, aforementioned Orcs could be as deep far as a hundred feet deep in the earth, suffocating if not killed on impact, with the ground evening out on top of them like a mixing bowl of delightful oatmeal raisin cookies in what had effectively transpired in a matter of seconds.

And Erenthril did like his cookies.

May 31, 2008, 01:58 PM	#2 (permalink)
Erenthril Mael'tharias Lesser of Two Evils Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: Guardian Angel Posts: 2,984 Blog Entries: 3 Total Awards: 5	OOC: I could not find the original thread in which these guys left for Sheria, so I decided to post this here. Please direct me to the other thread if there is one. Umm…Adder preferably to moderate, please. Better make use of that neutrality, huh? Beginning of the Second Cycle/IE: whenever the Orcs are just entering Sherian Province. Candlemark 1100 – High Noon He stood there, considering. “Well well, that’s not something you see every day,” he paused, contemplating just why, just how an entire legion of Orcs had somehow made it through the bottom tier of the Arakmat Province, through Arium, along the cusp of Enamoria, and were now camped just beyond the Sherian Border. He spat. Erenthril had half a mind to draft a Herald article on the spot and call half the Empire traitorous murdering fiends for letting this walking enigma waltz its way through two-thirds the Empire’s provinces. Feth, they should have been cut off from the start rather than letting this problem grow. The war in Sheria was slowly rotting; slowly festering into an oozing, bleeding sore in the Empire’s side. Eren felt for poor Milo back in Prime, all the paperwork and litigation coming through, plus the short asides to his Imperial Officials and Ministers on the situation off southeast near Orckon and the Sherian plains. Hell, Eren wouldn’t be caught dead in a situation like that. Somewhere, the bit of saliva that had been spat several hundred feet in the air hit a leaf like a bullet and snatched it off a tree and buried it to the ground. Still, here he was. Floating serenely in the air. Watching a huge fething conglomeration of Orcs camp out in the middle of the day like they owned the damn place and the surrounding territory adjacent. What the feth was this, a beer tent convention? Erenthril rolled his eyes disdainfully as he considered his responsibilities. Obligations. That sort of thing. Travelling to Port Alyxandrya via air had its benefits, it would seem, for he spotted the trouble in Narim nearly an era ago in the same manner. And now? And now he had a thousand, a thousand!, Orcs camped out none too far beneath him, perhaps a half mile away and certainly a long ways down. He idly considered what they perceived him as, a little speck in the sky, maybe a bird – who knew what the addle-brained beasties thought. And so, he considered. Contemplated, more like. Was letting a thousand Orcs waltz their way into Sheira like murdering a thousand Imperials? He certainly hoped not. Feth, if that was the case, all the cities the Orcs had basically just marched/camped pass were going to get one hell of a lecture. Yes, he should probably do something…but what. And that, good sir, was what begged the question of asking. He briefly checked through his repertoire of spells. There were a numerous of ways he could dispose of his problem. Luckily for him, they were Orcs, travelling with the intent to kill, and thus ranked lower than the merciless slaughter of pigs in his hierarchy of civil rights. Therefore, aforementioned spell list expanded rapidly, given there wasn’t much to consider in the realm of ethics before countering this new thread to the Empire’s stability. After all, hadn’t they expected some obstacles? In a perpetual state of Clara, the Archmage Elementalist quietly improvised something that he’d only describe later as an earth tsunami; for he intended to be the only one to walk away from the situation as it were. Camped like this, such a distance off, made for a rather interesting means of emptying the bucket on them, and he fully intended to do it right on par without having to make a second attempt. Now, a tsunami in the strict sense usually involved water and mass destruction. Eren was only borrowing one of those components and carefully crafting it with an opposite essence – earth. Anyone ever seen hills in an earthquake? How the ground trembles, titters a bit like the quivering heart of a young maiden before the big plunge? Multiply that by three, and you get something of what the Orcs might be experiencing, should everything go well (for Erenthril, not so much for the Orcs). After all, this was going to be a Master-tiered spell, combined with the four techniques of Alteration, Evocation, Alteration once more and then the none-so-subtle Abjuration that would make for a smashing finale. Quite literally. Of course, it was all a bit more technical than that. He had it down to a science though; right? Granted, the Arcalysis reaction between the surrounding Ara and his own Vis that made for the Mana of which he’d already channeled the essence of Earth for, molded at the will of the four shaping techniques aforementioned, and there was already a carefully tacked together spell placed in the making. Aside from the mumbo jumbo on the Astral Plane, the results…should they go off correctly, which he naturally hoped they would, could unfold to do the following: Event Number One: The ground begins to sink. Rapidly. Because not only is the ground sinking, but that ground is mirroring an ocean’s tidal wave in the event that the earth underneath the Orcs is actually being hurled in a humongous mass underneath the surface to building up the actual tsunami itself. Event Number Two: Not only are the Orcs asking what the feth’s up, but the trees are too. And the rocks. And the boulders. And the smooth grass plains of hills, too, if that’s really where they’re at. The effects on the immediate environment are impossible to miss now; trees are being uprooted because the ground underneath them are shaking, the literary cliché of ‘rolling hills’ has suddenly taken a whole new meaning, and every landlubber in the area will have suddenly developed a horrendous pair of ‘sea legs’ per say, as the ground beneath them loses traction. Event Number Three: Not too far in the distance, the horizon isn’t very much looking like a horizon anymore. Event Number Four: Aforementioned horizon has now become the ‘unfurling wave of massive death and destruction’ appropriately named by the none too fussed Elf floating several hundred feet in the air watching the catastrophe happen. Said wave rises a good hundred feet in the air, like a gigantic sand monster from the abyss, before crashing down upon a thousand orcs whom stepped out of their tents because they heard Bloodfist and Ghar’gunk screaming like a pair of girls. Event Number Five: Cease of motion – should everything have gone well, aforementioned Orcs could be as deep far as a hundred feet deep in the earth, suffocating if not killed on impact, with the ground evening out on top of them like a mixing bowl of delightful oatmeal raisin cookies in what had effectively transpired in a matter of seconds. And Erenthril did like his cookies. __________________ .:"Veni, vidi, dedi - I came, I saw, I gave." — Adam Tekle":. Forget this game, but don't forget the lessons you learned from it. - Ankou Last edited by Erenthril Mael'tharias; May 31, 2008 at 01:59 PM. Reason: HTML Formatting :)