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    Born with a hatchet and a Juggalo face
    killed a million chikens in the back of my place
    the pigs cant catch me cause theyre a disgrace
    i busted my ****** hatchet so now i use a mace

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    im the Keeper of the Carnival, the psycho with a' axe
    come in all you biggots, so i can cut your ****** backs
    now we cant forget the chikens, redneck ***** ******
    let them chikens in so i can slaughter them suckers

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    i carry my axe high and proud
    swingin and slashin, ***** ***** party crashin
    the screams of my dead endlessly loud
    and i use they blood to cover the crowd

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell


    i wake up every mornin,
    starin down the barrel of my glock
    i listen to the Tick Tick Tock of my clock
    time slowly passes and i close my eyes, pull back the glock
    blast the ****** wall and im ready to rock

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    death and violence, fear and pain
    murder and hate
    these are the things that will control my fate
    only death and chaos do run through my veins

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    all that i love, to them i must say goodbye
    to stop me from leaving, many times they try
    but only pain and death do i bring
    and those are no gifts for a wedding ring

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    the pain that i have suffered to others i bring
    in a pit of death and hate, i stand, surrounded by a firey ring
    and in the pit, i will find my end
    the walk to insanity for some is long, but for me, its right around the bend

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell

    death, death, death, death, death
    pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
    fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear

    rejected from heaven
    spit from hell
    death is my haven
    as i enjoy the victims yell
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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    As time turns and ages come and pass, there are two things that never change in the lands of the Marag; War, and Death. The Marag are a strong people, a noble people, a warrior race, and they are constantly at War, unlike many warrior type peoples they do not do Battle within their own tribes, for they are a very well organized warrior race, lead by a powerful God, a living God. Morothos. now, lets get on with our story. and we begin our story in the main village of the Marag, the gathering point for all their war lords, so let us begin.

    ... As Tarrga entered the Meeting Hall mugs of Gragg were raised and loud greetings from the other war lords filled the Hall. Tarrga had jsut returned from defending the far eastern border from a massive horde of mountain trolls and ogres, orcs and goblins, and he had returned with thirty five slaves, 5 ogres, 6 trolls, 19 orcs and 5 goblins, a very very good turnabout. Tarrga was the main warlord, standing a massive nine and a half feet tall, he wore a bootknife the size of a shortsword, a bastardsword and longsword on his left hip, a sword nearly as tall as he on his back; the blade was a foot and a half at the hilt, and 6 inches thick, on his right hip he wore a a set of six battle axes, he used for throwing, and a large, sorry VERY large great axe, he was feared by everyone, though he was known as a very reserved and caring person off the battle field, he was possibly the most feared warrior on Dredrunn. Tarrga tore through his enemies, no matter how many, no matter if he was outnumbered or not, he had an incredible battle tactic skill. he always knew wher eto place his men so that the numbers didnt matter, he knew how to make the attack so it didnt matter what the numbers were, his tactical skill was unmatched by anyone he had ever fought. but that may change, for the Kragans were developing a giant, a warrior made solely for one purpose; kill Targga. The elemental warrior was being constructed by mages out of the strongest stone on the Kragan Plateau, glaze, it had a deep blue glow and was impecably strong, nearly impossible to break in its refined form and that was what the Kragans were doing, mining massive amounts of glaze, refining it and constructing this colossal creature to kill Tarrga, then the Kragans figured they would be able to easily walk through the ranks of the Marag, they easily could with Tarrga out of the way and their new killing machine. thats what this meeting was about, how to go about the Kragan threat, should they invade the Kragans and destroy every last one of them, or build their forces to defend agaisnt the colossal beast and the Kragan armies?

    *CRASH* Morothos banged his gavel on the stone table and the hall fell silent. Tarrga took his seat at the right hand of Morothos, and the meeting began.

    " we should invade the Kragans and destroy them, all of them, leave them no living trace." came a shout from one of the minor war lords.

    "yes and when while we do that all the Kragan allies will invade in unison our little protected area and destroy us, so there is no point in an all out invasion ,we leave ourselves wide open to the attacks of their allies, and believe me, the Kragans have powerful allies. i have fought them, all except the Blue Walkers, though the Kragans call them allies they are clearly more like slaves. the Blue walkers are allowed no armies, and msut give 85% of all their products to the Kragans, leaving them barely enough to survive off of." was the reply the minor warlord recieved from Tarrga, Morothos rarely spoke unless it was a severe matter, such as going to war, it was Morothos' desicion, and other severe matters, other than that, Tarrga spoke.

    " i agree with Lord Tarrga," Tarrga winced at the 'Lord' some men put in front of his name, he was no lord, just a simple warrior. " but we also cannot wait for the Kragans to finish their creature and invade us, we have allies too, perhaps we should send a messenger to the Kragans, setting a time and place for war, jsut the Marag and the Kragans, no allies. a simple one on one battle. perhaps Tarrga could even battle their beast in single combat and sav ethe lives of thousands of peoples. "

    "this beast was made soley for the purpose of killnig me, be sure that the Kragans have tried to enhance the creature to my style of fighting, even if i can kill the creature, do you think the Kragans will stop there? remember they outnubmer us, 3 to 1, but we have more skill and tactical knowledge, in a field battle we would be severely wounded, and then the Kragans would send their allies in to assault us as we recover, they are cheap that way, no honour in a single one of them."

    "he is right, perhaps Lord Tarrga should lead parts of our army, and parts of our allies army against the Kragans in invasion, that way, all of us are still strong enough to defend against what ever the Kragans throw at us. what say you?"

    cheers rose in the Meeting Hall, and then * CRASH* the gavel fell hard on the stone table, and Morothos spoke. " so it is agreed? i shall call meeting with all our allies, to meet at the Sharp Rock, i want all of you to be there, when the Three Suns are at their unison peak, all of you, and i will have all our allies with all their battle leaders, and the Karnakim with their strong mages, i belive we shall need those mages for what the Kragans will put up against us. and to destroy their colossal, i am sure they will have its defense from weapons severly hightened by magic. so until then, we are finished, " *CRASH* the gavel fell again, and the Hall rose as one, and left quietly. they were going to go to war, when and who was to be decided tomorrow.
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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    The three suns rose to their peak, and a massive group was gathered at Sharp Rock, and Morothos was standing at the mouth of the rock, its sharp peak that gave it its name rising almost a league above his head, Tarrga at his right and all the warlords of seventeen different clans were gathered below, all the allies of the Marag.

    "I have called this meeting to discuss a battle strategy, i trust that all of you great leaders have posted senties for leagues around to ensure that no spies could get through and hear of this?" not waiting for an answer he continued," i have a suggestion, that was made with the assistance of my great warlords, that we should try and assualt the Kragans directly, but not using all the warriors from one clan, we should take 1/3 of the warriors from each can and have them lead by Tarrga, what say you all to that notion?"

    the answer was clear, every hand went into the air, and every voice called in loud agreement, they would have their armies ready, to meet on the plains before the Marag village, they would mass wearing not the traditional war clothing of their clans, but all in black, pure black, so the Kragans would not know if it was all one clan or what, but it was certain they would know Tarrga. that didnt matter, the Kragans would all die, tomorrow the army would mass, the Marag having the most land had the best food for travels and would prepare the ration wagons, there were to be 160 food wagons and 100 water wagons, all driven by the strong black stallions of the Marag and of course the only ones that could train and controll them, the Marag horse handlers, the entire army would ride upon black steeds. and that would end the Kragans.
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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    it took two days for the Marag villagers to prepare all the food for the massive amount of ration wagons, and to gather enough horses. Morothos estimated the total count of warriors at around 500,000, and there was a runner finding out exactly how many.

    enough of that though, Tarrga and Morothos stood side by side, handlers behind them with their horses. " do you think we have enough my lord?" asked Tarrga.

    " our numbers do not matter friend, not with you leading us to battle, that is what the people believe, and i believe it to, you are a master of tactics, lets kill these bastard Kragans."

    as the two had their brief coversation, the runner retruned with the number of warriors, clans, and even the number of archers. the parchment read

    37 clans have offered their men
    547,000 melee soldiers
    300,000 archers

    and steeds for all.


    "good, very good," the runner looked ridiculously happy when Morothos said that, but thats expected, hell even Tarrga cracked a small and brief lived grin. Tarrga knew that he could destroy the Kragans with such numbers.

    the men were as ready as they would ever be, 20 minutes ago Tarrga had sent out the 50 fastest runner he had as sentries, equipped qith bow and arrow, they were to set up within 100 yards of eachother on the other side of the forest, killing any Kragans they found. the soldiers were ready. there was 200 leagues of forest to cover, but he figured that the runners would be far enough ahead, he had slipped them a few potions of quickfeet and neverending breath. it would only take them 2 or 3 hours to get thru the forest, then there was a small stretch of flat land and then the massive mountain fortress of the Kragans.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~TIME LAPSE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    they were about to commense battle, the archers were standing jsut in front of the forest, magical arrows the the ready, they were small arrows, but they would wreak massive havoc on the fortress. Tarrga raised his massive sword in the air, and the archers readied their arrows. Tarrga lowered his sword, and the archers stepped into the clear and fired at the massive fortress, magical explosions ripping chunks from the Kragans fortress, and they were completely oblivious to this assault. the archers stepped back into the forest when finished their 3 arrows each assault. there were bodies everywhere, hanging out of massive holes in the wall, ridden across the halls, the ground outside the fortress even had bodies.

    now it was time for the soldiers to take action. they ran past the archers, and charged the fortress Morothos stood behind with the archers as Tarrga lead the soldiers in the charge, the horses ere being held by the handlers, tying them to trees. the soldiers met the fortress walls, and tried to smash them in, Tarrga told them to back off the walls, jsut as the Wall Guardians began to pour their boiling oil over the sides, still, some casualties were taken.

    ( until next time)
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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    the numbers in this game did not matter any longer, for Tarrga had an impressive ability, he could hieghten the strength, endurance and bloodlust of his allies, and he used this ability now, he raised his sword high into the air, and let out a massive cry, blood curtling, violent, and his allies took up the cry, Tarrgas magical ability turned the weapons to glow in black and purple flames, their weapons smashed into the walls of the fortress, bringing chunks out of the wall, a hole was dug into the wall, and all the soldiers rushed into the fortress wall, and they were met, angerly and loudly by the Kragans... ( interrupted by my brother... we shall continue... )
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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    whose crued and harshly made weapons rebounded off the hardened skins of the clansmen. Tarrgas ability had caused the clansmen to increase everything so much more that the Kragans had absolutely no chances defeating them, the Kragans, rushed and rushed, even though they were killed and killed, by the blades of the clansmen.

    as the Kragans were occupying the clansmens warriors, a giant structure began to move deep inisde the fortess, the beast must have been summoned, the archers and mages quickly began to cast the arrows or spells at the creature, neither seeming to damage the colossal creature, Tarrga turned to see what the archers and mages had seen and came to see the creature that was supposed to destroy him. Tarrga breoke off from the battle, leaving the highest ranking gneral in charge of the warriors and strode off to meet this massive giant of a creature.

    Tarrga lead the giant out of the fortress and away from the rest of the battle, so as to keep his casualties to a very minimum, he hoped that if he couldnt kill the beast it wouldnt ahve enough time on this plane for it to reach his comrades. away and away did Tarrga and the giant go until Tarrga came into a large clearing far off in the forest, Tarrga turned to fight this massive creature. Tarrga sheathed his sowrd and drew up two throwing axes, aiming and waiting for the beast to appear.

    as the beast appeared Tarrga threw his axes, perfectly into the eyes of the creature and took up his sword....
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    With the speed of lightening the fierce warrior cleaved his sword into the beasts middle, thick black liquid flowing from the wound, Tarrga wheel around and slashed at the creatures legs violently slicing the ligament that would have been there had the creature been made of flesh. the creature took little note to Tarrgas assault and swatted at the warrior with imense speed for something so big. though the creature was fast Tarrga still got out of the way of the things massive hand as it came down to smash him, he wheeled and slammed his sword to take three of the creatures fingers. unfortunately the creatures other hand smashed into Tarrga and sent him sprawling, he was hit so hard that his sword flew from his hands, he landed hard against the ground and moved just in time not to be flattened. though so much had happened this fight had not been going on very long, maybe a minute. the arch mage saw that Tarrga was getting roughed and decided to attempt sending the creature back to its proper plane of existance. he cast his invisibility spell, and his spell of protection and sped through the warriors unnoticed deep into the Kragans fortress, me sensed the massive amount of magic that it was taking to keep the monster on the material plane, at least 7 high-powered mages were keeping the creature on the material plane, the death of one of these mages wouldsend the creature backto the plane it belonged on. easy, one 12th level sound burst in the centre of the room would easily disrupt the concentration required to put the creature on the plane, the creature would of course live on this plane for almost 10 minutes after the concentration was broken. the Archmage quickly worked his magic and brought enormous lightening strikes down upon four of the seven mages, incinerating them instantly. then, a fireball came spinning wildly from one of the remaining mages, striking heavily upon the clansmens archmage, the protective spell he cast earlier still active the mage took only blast damage, singed the chest of his robes and burned his beard. a flick of the wrist and the archmage had three huge fireballs slammed into three mages, setting them running while alite.
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    a dark figure steps calmly from the shadows as the archmage stands victorious over his also magic wielding foes.

    "what is it that you want, shadowed figure "

    "i want nothing that i cant have. and unfortunately for you, that is exactly what i want; right now. you. " the shadowed figure flashes towards teh archmage and slams him against the wall. " that thing Tarrga is fighting rightn ow, is just an over grown and mutated ogre, i am the creature that shall kill him, sadly, the summoning of me, requires the sacrifice of life by the summoner. be tyou didnt know that. how sad, you are the one to actually summon me, well, Archmage, goodnight and goodbye. " the creature puts the sharp edge of his shadow dagger to the archmages throat and slices it open.

    "now for the fun part, i get to kill that barbarian that considers himself a leader"
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    as the dark figure strode from the room, which was now a vile massacre it disappeared into the shadows. not the greatest thing for Tarrga id say.



    Tarrga slashed and desecrated the evil creature, taking fingers from the beasts other hand. For his efforts, Tarrga got kicked in the face by this massive creature, which of course, sent him flying into a tree, to recap on how Tarrga regain his blade...

    ~~~~~~~~TIME LAPSE~~~~~~~~

    Tarrga rolled out of the way jsut in time, as the beasts hand came crashing down to the spot he jsut was. Running full speed Tarrga attempted to get to his sword, which was of course, on the other side of the beast, maybe 50 feet from his current position. as i was saying, running full speed, Tarrga ran around the creature and once again almost got slapped around by the beast. Tarrga cursed in Ogre and the crature stood straight up, looking around for something, Tarrga again say something in Ogre and the creature looked down to him, kind of dumbfounded.

    "you talk ogre?? but you puny human, you no ogre.... me kills you"

    "of course i am no Ogre, for one thing, my speech is much better than an Ogres, secondly im much to damned small. but it seems that we both speak Ogre, if different dialects, so this means we can come to an agreement, what have the Kragans done to you?"

    "they put me in big buildin wif no roof, real high wallsis, wif spikes, and then they magic people started singin, and all this purples and blue stuff.. pretty colours... came at me, i tried to run from dem, but they got me, then, then.... i dont remember, me think they knocked mes out, but when i remember again, i was biggers, me could see over dem big walls, alot over dem big walls. dem magicers maked me wierd. make me not good guy anymore. dem make me bad. dem maked me have no home."

    "if they did such horrid things to you then why do you do their bidding?"

    "dems says if me does what em saids then mes will be normals agains, me jsut wanna be normals...." tears come to the mutated ogres eyes.

    "say, why dont you help me,and then i will give you a home if i cannot reverse what they have done, hows that?"

    "me thinks thats a good deal, mes kill em alls"

    "good, lets go then"

    of course, this entire conversation was not held in Common, it switch randomly between diffferent dialects of Ogre, Orc, Goblin, Abyssal, Demonic, and Dwarven.

    now Tarrg aleads the beast to where his men are still assaulting the wall barracade, many men taking severe injuries and sometimes instant death, the Kragans archers used barbed and posioned broadarrows.

    "FALL BAC, EVERYONE FALL BACK" Tarrga bellowed voer the noise of war, and his men retreated, and in went the Deformed Ogre, destroying the walls and everything in his path, the Ogre ran through everything, and didnt stop he continued to run about in the city destroying buildings, until he was slayed by what was most likely all of the Kragans archers, for at the hole in the wall Kragan swordsmen streamed through.

    (( yes they previously broke the fortress wall, that was the outer fortress wall though, all the soldiers were gathered behind yet another crude wall. sorry if i caused confusion... not even sure if anyone reads these make a comment if you do))

    and they were met by a massive on slaught of Clansmen, about 1/4 of the Kragans dropped their weapons and kneeled down, bowing their heads; initiating a surrender. the Clansmen rushed pas tthese men and began to slay every Kragans still with weaponry, unfortunately, what the clansmen didnt know was that the Kragans had set up portals/gateways from one tower, or wall post to another. so as the Clansmen slew the Kragan Swordmen, as many archers as possible began to line the tops of the Fortress wall. understand it may have been a huge hole in a wall, but no one was getting through right now. Tarrga drank a potion of invisibility and quickly darted to the hole in the wall and began scaling the rough side that was broken apart. Tarrga came to the top of the wall and had a knocked arrow pointing right into his face. the Kargan fired and Tarrga ducked and tumbled out of the way, comming up behind another archer, and Tarrga cut their throat. it was now Tarrga vs every single archer on the wall. Tarrga ducked and dodged, and slew every single archer that stood in his way, of course even such a great warrior can not escape the onslaught of over 400 archers unwounded, by the time Tarrga had gotten all the way around the wall, his men had already poured through, noticing their leaders brave move, and of course every Clansmen that tried to climb the wall and assist Tarrga was stuck full of arrows before he got halfway.Tarrga was nearly dead, 7 arrows had pierced through his chest armour, each arm had three arrows in it and his left leg sported an arrow clean through his calf, and two in his thigh, his right leg one in his thigh and two through his calf. there was jsut as much poision running through his veins than blood. Tarrga collapsed atop the wall.

    ~~~~~TIME LAPSE~~~~~

    the creature that slew the Archmage stepped out of the shadows that had just appeared on the wall, and strode to where Tarrga lay.

    "this lout best not be dead, i did not rise from my plane for nothing." and the creature kicked Tarrgas body, Tarrga rolled over and grunted.

    "oh goody hes still alive, but it is such a shame to kill a man, espescially such a great warrior while he is poisioned and unconsious"

    as the creature turned he was face by a massive warrior, with a fine arsenal of weaponry on his person, and an extremely large warhammer poised to strike.

    "ah, you must be Morothos, living God and warrior legend amongst your people, i suppose i get extra credit if i kill you too, shall we dance? oh great one."

    Morothos spoke not a word, but errupted into a Mighty Rage with a viscious blood curdling warcry. as Morothos did this the creature threw 3 shuriken at him ,which just clattered against Morothos' armour then to the ground. Morothos took a mighty swing with his Huge warhammer and.....

    thats it this round, ill leave ya with a suspensful cliff hanger
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    crushed the creature beneath his hammer, the sound of bone being crushed echoing in the now empty ( and destroyed ) outer wall area.

    "you are such a fool. even if effective, you are a fool." Morothos said to the injured Tarrga, and sat down beside the warrior.

    -----TIME LAPSE -----

    as Tarrga stirred he remembered not a thing of what happened. He rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, and stared into the face of Morothos. He stood and bowed to the God.

    "oh bloody hell stand my friend, we have been through to much for you to act as all others. you are lucky that i came. there was a beast from another plane of existance here to kill you, he planned to let you wake before dueling you, unfortunately for him, im cruel and did not allow him to kill you. i smashed him with my warhammer. thus he cant kill you." said Morothos.

    "aye friend, let us get on with this" said Tarrga

    "ah, but there is nothing to get on with my friend, our legions are erraticating the streets of the Kragan city right now, once more you are a hero and will find glory when we return home."

    "if they are still erraticating the streets then there are still Kragan soldiers alive, which means there are still things to kill"

    "yes, but if we dont get you to a healer soon the poision is going to paralyze you. so lets go"

    "oh fine..."

    "blood lusting freak."
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    as Morothos and Tarrga walked back amon the rubble and destruction that was the Kragan Fortress the remaining archers that had stayed with the horse brought forth their steeds and they set off home, leaving the most trusted in charge.

    when all the soldiers had finally returned and the dead buried, the soldiers and warlords all gathered, for a massive feast, under the moonlit sky, a feast for the dead, and for the living, and for success. for the feast would take place when the moon was the brightest, and it reflected off teh mountain rivers, cuasing there to appear three moons. it was these nights that feasts of battle were held. only, this feast would be different, very different.

    of course, everyone was seated abd Tarrga and Morothos had not yet shown up. of course, they would make a grandoise entrance, and of course, torches were lit as the men approached the feast tables... the soldiers that Tarrga first led into the assault were right front of the tables, in front of where Tarrga and Morothos would sit and every single soldier stood as Tarrga and Morothos passed them, and sat not until they were seated at the ehad of the Feast. and Morothos said three words, very small...

    "let us eat" and the Feast began, not even 10 seconds after Morothos officially began the feast, did the sky explode into lights, and a soldier emerge from the light, a dark soldier, clearly a man accustomed to battles, single handed or in numbers. he strode until he faced Morothos and Tarrga.

    "i have come for you Tarrga, it is time that you become what you were meant to be... your training is over." said the dark soldier.

    "what is this Morothos? what does he speak of?"asked Tarrga, extremely agitrated and reaching for his sword.

    "firstly i would put the sword down, ask your master you will not be that great of a challenege, though you will be a great loss. and you Morothos never told him of his destiny? what a shame, how could you try and hide something like that from a man. tell him." the strange dark soldier spoke agian.

    "i will tell him, i will tell him. you Tarrga, were chosen for a very special purpose, for a very special reason. you may have noticed that you are, msch different than others, stronger, smarter, faster, taller, broader, but it is not because of your training as a warrior, though it has helped. you carry in your veins a very ancient line of dragons blood, and all the things that you do so much better than others now, is not even 1 % of what you are capable of. but the skills take time to develop and you must be ready to develop them before you can properly access them... you were born into this lifestyle because it was the proper one to mold you into your destined purpose. have you heard of Thrjskla-h, the dwarven dragon slayer, lived over 300 years by drinking the blood of different dragons and a certain dark druidic ritual? yes thought you would have, do you remembe rthe dragon that killed him? seventy five thousand years old, Thrjskla-h thought he could destroy it. not so, Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious carried with him the blood of Black, and Red Dragons, his parents both well over 8 thousand years... well yes, you Carry Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious' ancient blood within you, infact some say he is still alive, tohugh none ever venture near enough his cave to find out... the dragon eminets evil, creatures can be heard screaming in pain miles about his mountain side, you will need to travel to Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious' cave, and you must speak with him, and he will train you in shape shifting as the dragons do, as only the ancient dragons can, from humanoid to dragon and back. you power is so great yet still so untapped. i shopuld have told you this much earlier, but i truly did not want you to be lost to our people, but now you must go and become what you were meant to be, Tarrga you msut go with this man." Morothos made the speech with powerful statements, and meaningful questions.

    the strange soldier clapped loudly "very, very very good.... bravo Morothos,you left out some things though, liek the little way you learned this was his fate, and who i am.... so i shall tell him. Morothos your beloved leader did not believe me, so he issued that if my calling was true, i would defeat him in one on one combat. nkow how he has only lsot a single duel, yet lived.... i was that victorious duelist. so Morothos knows this is a true calling. and as to who i am.... i am Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious. you know where my cave is Tarrga, you know how to get there, trust your mind, you will come to me, trust your instinct and your senses, they will be true to you." and with those last comments the dragon burst from his human form into the sky, and he was enormous, his wings msut have been almost half a league in length, his body more his neck long, yet graceful and powerful, possibly hundreds of horns proturuded from the beasts skull, and they were not arranged foolishly, they induced fear, they wer elong and pointed and there always seemed to be one that was comming right for you. Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious' scales were a sight, pure black, darker than the night, so dark as to put a hole in the sky, streaked violently with red, and faces of the dead seemed to flash across his scales in the straks, faces of those that he had destroyed over the years, those that tried to destroy him ,those that made him as strong as he was now. and he disappeared.... but Tarrga knew what he had to do.... Tarrga felt what his need was now... he must find that dragon... that dragon was his only living family now.... crazy as it seemed, but it made sense to Tarrga....
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    .. and so it seems that our hero has dragons blood, a very rare thing for a barbarian of the plains to carry with him. and now Tarrga must seek out his last living relative and become a Dragon Disciple. so the quest is upon him, and now he must go on alone and become what he was meant to be.. not jsut a blood lusting psychopath, but a blood lusting psychopath with the abilities of a dragon, as Tarrga takes this journey he will become stronger and smarter ( im giving him a character sheet y'all ) he will hav ethe abilities of both the Black and Red dragons bestowed upon him, and when he reaches his destination he will be strong enough to defeat what he must, he will hav ethe powers to withstand the trials his relative shall put him through....

    this is the sickening Character Sheet for Tarrga... yes hes an insanely talented killing machine.

    http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=7130
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    As Tarrga was preparing his items for his journey, one of the Marag came to his tent, and brought him a Brooch...

    " Lord Tarrga, this item has been in my families care for some time, we were told that we would know what to do with it when the time comes. i know what it is for, it is to help you on your journey to the dragon, please take this brooch, you can fasten it to cape like a normal one, but it seems to have magical powers, see how it glows " and with that the Marag man pulled the brooch from his pocket and pressed it into Tarrgas hand, he was stunned, he didnt think anyone could talk so damned fast. he looked to the brooch in his hand the nlooked up, and the man was gone... clearly he was no Marag.

    Tarrga continued to pack his things into his pack he really didnt have much, but he was stalling, he was reluctant to go on this journey, he had always hated traveling alone, and he wished he had a companion to travel with him, simply to substitue silence with small talk, it would be along a lonely journey, he had his weapons ready to go, his pack was together... he was ready, as much as he would ever be anyway. As Tarrga stepped from his tent he nearly walked into Morothos.

    "boy watch where your going.. oh it was you Tarrga, sorry. Anyways, i have some things for you here, this amulet will use nature to help protect you from the nasties you'll get to chop up, and these braces will prove amazing assets to you not dying. Here you go, put'em on man. do it!"

    "this day jsut gets better and better doesnt it... the day i leave is the day i get all the goodies, pfft" said Tarrga as he slipped the Amulet under his armour, and the bracers over his wrists, the bracers snugged perfectly as he pulled them on.

    "what in the bloody hell are you talking about man?" asked Morothos as he was unawares of the man that gave Tarrga the Brooch.

    "a man claiming to be Marag brought me this Brooch i am wearing, said it was with his family for years... when i looked up from the thing the man was gone." replied Tarrga

    " that was no Marag man, and you should know that, we jsut dont disappear like that, anyway, get the hell on the road, i will travel to the other side of our forest with you, and then our allies will take care of you, so get the hell on the horse and move your ass boy."

    "damned old man" Tarrga said loud enough to be heard, which earned him a scuff in the back of the head, he mounted his horse mirthfully and waited for Morothos to climb onto his horse, it was truly an odd sight watchin the enormous man climb onto a horse... honestly the mans shoulders were nearly as wide as Tarrgas sword was long, but Morothos was not fat, he was well built and a well training slaughtering machine.

    The villagers were awaiting the two men as they left the village walls ,there were flowers thrown, some women even some men cried. and morothos gave a speech, a short one of course.

    "i shall return in a tenday, for Tarrga must make this journey alone, but that doesnt mean i cannot see him safely through the beginning, i will accompany him until the end of the forest, and then return, fear not for your Warlord, for he shall return, even if he will look different, do not fear his return, but await it with anticipation, Tarrga will always carry you in his heart, all of you, even though in physicality Tarrga makes this journey alone, all of our spirits will travel with him and keep him safe, we shall all be here when he returns, and we shall all accept him for what his journey makes of him, farefell for a tenday my people, and may our Warlord return safely after that." okay it wasnt that short, but anyway, with that Morothos heeled his horse, and Tarrga followed the action, and that was the beginning of the journey, the beginning to the end of what everyone knew as life, but a beginning to a new life.
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    they had traveled for three uneventful days and the forest was close now, maybe three leagues further, but the travel through the forest would be longer... as Tarrga slumped in his saddle something moved across the ground, but Tarrga couldnt tell what it was, he dismissed it and slumped again. something then hindered the horses step causing him not to fall but to falter, and Tarrga no long slumped in his saddle. Morothos was still travelling with him, and Morothos had a hand on his massive maul, he nodded to the other warrior and leapped down from his horse, rolling out of the way of the steeds feet.. the horse stoppede 10 feet from where Tarrga had jumped.... he felt something slither through his legs, his sword in hand Tarrga wanted to know what the hell was going on.... and he would now find out....

    As Tarrga stood a Colossal creature rose from the ground... a colossal Earth Elemental grew from the ground right in front of him... and it wasnt looking friendly. Morothos dismounted and brought his mual to the back of the colossal creatures knee, felling it. As the creature stood upon one knee it was still much taller than Morothos and Tarrga, the elemental brought an enormous hannd down and swatted Morothos away, as the Earth Elemental swatted Morothos, Tarrga felt a strong gust of wind rush past him, which he didnt like.... he turned around and was confronted by a Huge Wind Elemental... he brought his sword to the wind elementals knees to fell the creature.. but it didnt work so, the creature sped towards Tarrga, and undoubtedly struck him hard, knocking him back ward into the Earth elemental, who respectively clobbered Tarrga.... He was getting beaten down... little did the elementals remember old Morothos, theyre misson was to kill Tarrga, not pay attention to anyone else. Morothos came behind the wind elemental and brought his enchanted maul into the back of the creatures skull, tearing the head from the body, but did not finish there.... he continued to smash his maul into the creatures body...

    as this was happening, Tarrga had regained his Sword and was slashing the Earth elementals legs, cutting it down slowly... as he did this he spotted three Large water elementals emerging from what must have been the forest.. three leagues was along walk, but he didnt remember a stream before the forest ( the forest did support a rather large stream ). As the water elementals proceded so did Tarrga, he proceded to slice down the earth elemental as Morothos bashed in its chest. They felled the creature, and turned jsut in time to meet the water elementals, Morothos met one with his viscious mual, and Tarrga met another with his sword, the third came between the two warriors and targetted Tarrga, with a violent hammering punch, winding him, but not felling him... and the other creature capitolized on the blow, Tarrga swung his sword in an attempt to defend himself, he took a creatures arms.... but he still fell backwards..... as Tarrga fell, Morothos' mual crushed the creature that still had its arms, and the armless creature threw himself at Morothos, and Tarrga rose, and sliced the creature in half at the waste.... this encounter was over.... and there was no trace that the Warriors had even been attacked.

    Morothos and Tarrga remounted and continued their journey....

    (EDIT: with each encounter Tarrga will gain a level in Dragon Disciple, so keep your eyes on the character sheet )
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    The forest was comming up quickly, as Tarrga and Morothos had decided to race to the forests edge, the wind passed through Tarrgas long blonde hair as he hunched over his horses graceful neck, he glanced back and Morothos was right behind him.... the forest was closing in rapidly now and it was time to slow down, or take a header into one of the large trees. Tarrga began to pull back on his reains and slowed the horse to a graceful canter as did Morothos, and they came to the Forests edge at the same time.

    " well, let us see what the forest has for us... " said Tarrga as he attempted to urge his horse forward, the horse did not stir, but stood perfectly still.

    " the horses will go no further Tarrga, there is something dark and evil in the forest, and they sense it, you msut go on now, alone and on foot, you will clearly not arrive to our allies in the time that we have given them, and they will send search parties for you, as instructed. but they will only search for a fortnight, so be quick. "

    "what do you mean alone? i thought you came to the end of the forest..."

    " i would have, but the horses will not allow it, and i cannot leave these beasts here to be eaten, they are valuable creatures and msut be brought back to our people, fear not we shall wait for you, in which ever manner you return. "

    "you keep talking as if im going to change... but you dont say it directly.. how will this journey change and shift my appearance? jsut tell me what is going to happen to me, please? Morothos, for all that we have been through together, grant me this knowledge"

    " you shall become that which you seek... that is all i cna say, now i must return to the Marag, and you must go forward... the way back for you is barred until you complete your quest, you must move forward, no matter how much peril you seem to face, you will get through it, you were born to overcome any obstacle, go on man." and with that Morothos turned the steeds and walked the horses the way they had come, Morothos turned in his saddle and gave Tarrga the traditional Marag salute ( fist to heart, fist to head, and finally fist extended to the recipient of the salute ), Tarrga returned the gesture and looked into the forest, definately not likeing what he seemed to face.

    Tarrga hefted his sword and diligantly walked towards the forest, cautious of anything moving that shouldnt.... Tarrga decided that his bow would be a better idea and drew it, putting his sword away. Tarrga knocked an arrow, and drew his bowstring, as he procceeded through the forest he saw eyes, heard the cracking of sticks in the distance. It didnt frighten Tarrga, but made him wary that he wasnt alone, which he didnt like... he remembered when he used to wlak through this forest as a child collecting wild mushrooms and firewood for when he and his father camped away from the village. the forest seemed so calm and serene then, and now all Tarrga could see in the forest was death and chaos.... he saw the twisted trunks of trees and the gnarled branches. but now he snapped back to reality and advanced through the forest, and he saw some grotesque creature speed through the brush, his advance through the forest quickly became an advance against the creature. Tarrga saw teh creature again, it wasnt as small as he thought it was going to be, it was the size of a draft horse, and it was armoured. which meant that it was sent to do jsut the job it was doing, more creatures began to surround Tarrga, they advances silently and Tarrga was unawares of them. The creature that Tarrga had been tracking leaped from the bush where it had laid in wait and Tarrga loosed his arrows, directly down the beasts firey throat. Tarrga was now randomly going through the languages he knew, maybe thsi creature would understand something, he tried Gnoll, Goblin, Giant, Abyssal, Celestial, Common and finally recieved a result when he tried Infernal, the creature did not speak but it was clear he understood. Tarrga put his bow away and drew his sword cautiously, and he spoke to the creature... which he would soon identify.

    " do you speak beast? i know you understand me, but can you speak?" the creature shook its head as Tarrga spoke to it in Infernal. " no? you cannot speak yet you understand the language which i am speaking, well thats good, but why have you been sent here? undoubtedly to kill me?" the creature nodded its head, and as it did so two more of the beasts leaped upon Tarrgas back and knocking him over, one of these was somewhat smaller, four more of the smaller creatures came forth from the brush, and surrounded Tarrga. now that the creatures were in full veiw he could see what they were the two larger were Nessian Warhounds and the five smaller were Hellhounds, a small pack. still small pack or not, these creatures shouldnt be on the Material Plane, so someone msut have sent them to battle and kill Tarrga, but he was not such an easy target.

    Tarrga spoke again in Infernal to the beasts " i know not who has sent you to slay me, but i shall not allow your success, so if you wish to do battle an die, then lets fight." with that Tarrga charged at a Warhound andslammed his sword hard into the side, felling the beast, as one lay prone the other creatures came forth and attacked him, each hellhound was deflected but the Warhound was a much more difficult foe, as the creature leaped to bite at Tarrgs throat he moved his arms to strike the creature and the beasts teeth landed in his shoulder, causing a firey pain to course though him... Tarrga errupted into a viscious rage and slammed his sword harshly into the beasts back, as Tarrga struck the creatures two arrows flew from the treetops and felled a Hellhound, another two arrows felled another hound, as Tarrga worked his sword on the remaining creatures felling them brutally his unseen assistant climbed down from the treetops. all the beasts lay slain except the first one that Tarrga struck, the Warhound was wounded severly and it lay bleeding to death on the forest floor. Tarrga strode to the creature and spoke again to it, unaware that his helped was now on ground level.... " i told you creatures that you would not defeat me, sure you may have wounded me a little bit, but i will heal, your compainions are dead, and soon so shall you be." with that Tarrga raised his blade and severed the creatures head.

    "well, arent you a sight, what are you? and what language was that? do i need to kill you too?" the voice startled Tarrga and he spun with his sword in hand and it landed gently against the Elfs throat, jsut as her double bow pointed two arrows at his.

    " i am Tarrga, Great Warlord of the Marag peoples. i am a warrior ofthe planes, who might you be?"

    "well, thats very nice, but as for warrior you are msitaken, i think you are nothing more than a violent brute with no heart and less of a soul.... what is wrong with your teeth and hands? are you diseased? get away from me if you are."

    "nothing is wrong with me, and you didnt answer as to who you were, i hav etold you my name and now i think it is polite for you to tell me yours, as for the barbarianism, very true, i am a barbarian and a brute, but heart and soul i do possess, but i can be as cold and hard as needed, your name, please."

    "first off, look at your hands and tell me nothing is wrong secondly, what do you know of politness, you live in a hut. but fine if you wish to know my name it is Arlyana, now, remove your sword before i stick you full of arrows."

    "if i remove my sword you will remove your bow... and then we can talk more civilised, i wil leven share a meal with you if you wish it"

    " fine take dwon your sword." and both removed their weapons from the others path.

    "please allow me to reintroduce myself, Lady Arlyana." with that Tarrga bent foreard ( because she is clearly much smaller than he ) and kissed her hand.

    "ah, so you do know some things of civilization, let us sit and talk." she moved to a rather large tree and sat agaisnt the trunk. " what brings you to this forest, my home?"

    " your home? i am simply travelling through on a quest, i was assaulted by elementals a few leagues before the forests and now these beasts while in the forest. all i want to do is continue my quest and move through this place"

    " many do, and yes this is my home, ive lived in this forest for over a century, and i recognise you Tarrga, from when you were a boy, you and your father camped jsut outside of the forest and used the dead branches for fire wood, and the stream for water, i remember you well now Tarrga of the Marag. you msut not fear your quest, but you msut embrace the challenges that are thrown at you, for your quest is a noble and destined one, you were made to succed"

    "hmm, seems you have many years on me Lady Arlyana, but still, i fear not what i must face through my quest. if you have lived in this forest for so long, how come ive never seen you before? i embrace all life and death, and all combat. i know that i msut do what i must do and it msut be completed."

    "you have not seen me because i have not wished to be seen, but many times i have assisted you without your knowledge, i will journey with you on your quest, for i hav enot left the forest in a century, would you like my companionship on your travels?"

    "of course, ive always hated travelling alone. i never could stand long travel by myself, though they do serve as good times to think and reflect. and of couse you've proven youself an excellent combatant, so its not as if i will be protectingyou for our whole journey, yes i would like for you to travel with me. now i promised you a meal, and so ishall provide one, living in the forest i assume your used to eating what can be found? good, i shall find us a fine meal." and with that Tarrga set off searching for edible mushrooms, plants, and bugs. Tarrga returned in a few minutes with a stone slab heaped with edible plants fungus and bugs....

    " i have returned with the meal i promised, i hope you dont mind that i didnt ahve any proper foods for you milady."

    as he walked around the tree trunk Arlyana was sitting there still, not even moved from the position she was when he left, he put the food down beside her and poked her arm..." Arlyana?"

    "what? huh? oh yes right, i apologise, i was reviewing my spells for the day.... yes, you said you would return with some food? let us see how you have done, shall we?" with that she began inspecting the plate Tarrga had brought... " very very good, though some of the mushrooms may cause slight hallucinations, but then again, your a pretty big guy, so you should be able to withstand the hallucinations. so, shal lwe begin this fine meal that you have brought?" she picked up a leaf and a bug crawled from the under side... " oh my.. what are those doing in there? did you put them there?"

    "well, yeah, you can eat'em, theyre good, kinda crunchy, but theyre good, trust me...."

    "alright ill eat it" she took a bit outta the leaf and tossed the bug into her mouth and Tarrga could hear her loudly crunching the bugs outer shell... " hey you were right, they are good, come on and eat, i wont bite you... yet."

    Tarrga sat down beside Arlyana and began to munch on some bugs.

    after the meal Tarrga tossed down his bedroll and blanket and layed down for a sleep, knowing that Elves do not sleep, he simply told Arlyana that he was tired and needed some rest. As Tarrga was laying out his bed, she came to him and asked if he minded her sharing his blanket, he of course being a gentleman, said she could have it, but as he layed down to sleepo, she layed beside him and cast the blanket over them both.

    ( that was a long friggen post, i hope it kept you entertained through it all, i think it kinda died nearing the end, with a little to much dialogue... always hoping you enjoyed)
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    As Tarrga awoke Arlyana was still with him, actually, she had her arm wrapped around his large body, he looked at her and she stood up, as did he.

    " we msut press on, whoever sent these damned hounds is going to wonder where his pets are, lets move towards the river, we'll have to cross it anyway. objections?" asked Tarrga, knowing that Arlyana was much more familliar with the forest than he was.

    " id say that we should take to the treetops, but im not sure if your up for that, you dont look like one that would be easily supported by the branches, we must stay on the ground.... and beware for the evil of this place...." was her reply.

    and so Tarrga gathered his sleeping stuffs and began the trek towards the stream... there was some considerable distance still, as the river was about halfway through the forest. As they proceeded Tarrga began to feel uneasy, but said nothing to his new compaion, little did he know that she felt it too. As the pair continued they walked past an old, crumbling abandon temple, the doors were nonexistant and the walls were made of old stone, now rotting to dust, the roof had caved in hundreds of years ago and there was a large hole in the floor visible from where they were, maybe 10 feet from the entrance. Tarrga thought he saw some creature move inside the building but dismissed it. as they walked past the building Tarrga thought he felt something following them. but every time he turned around there was nothing there.

    "something is following us Arlyana, and its not good..." Tarrga whispered quietly.

    "i know, i can feel it too, its a Dread Wraith, its was in that temple well before i got here... its possibly the spirit of the Priest that died when the roof came down.... i dont know, but we must get far from the temple, it wont go very far from it..." was her reply, and as they reply was made the Dread Wraith came for them... it targeted Tarrga as the most valuable soul, and attempted to use its vile touch attack, Tarrga slammed his sword through the creatures Incorporeal body, causing some damage, as Tarrga spun to make another attack his sword slashed through the Incorpreal body again. the creature fled from Tarrga and sprung at Arlyana, his viscious touch attack striking, Tarrga brought his sword down onto the creatures Incorpreal skull with critical force sending the tormented soul back where it was supposed to be.

    "well ,that was surprisingly easy... are you okay? hey... Arlyana??"

    the beasts touch had hit her constitution heavily, and Tarrga would have to carry her for a little bit... he leaned her agaisnt an tree and splashed some water from his waterskin... she awoke. " you alrgiht the Dread Wraith hit you..."

    " yes, fool im alright now, good thing it didnt get you.... we must press on."

    with that they continued... and Tarrga found out why they needed to press on, not 10 minutes after theyre encounter with the Wraith did 3 Myrmarch Formians surround them... " this was why we needed to hurry?"

    "yes, hurry, you msut fight them while i manuver to get a better spot to shoot, they will ignore me.... your chaotic alignment will draw them to you...."

    " then lets go " with that Tarrga erupted into a viscious rage, and his sword slashed into formian bodies, the formians struck him only once each with their stingers... then Tarrga slashed them off... as Tarrga was working the formians with violent power, Arlyana was watching from the treetops for any other formians rushing to the aid of the Myrmarchs... a few warriors presented themselves and recieved arrows in their eyes for the efforts... as one myrmarch fell dead, the aid stopped, the queen decided the myrmarchs were lsot causes... and they knew this, they fought with all new vigor, but Tarrgas relentless slashing did not stop until he was covered in formian guts, and the myrmarchs lay in pieces around him, as Tarrga came out of his rage he felt the ground shaking as a gargantuan creature errupoted from the earth beneath him, as Tarrga flew into the trees he flew into another rage, landing on the nightcrawlers back, and he slammed his sword again and again into the beast... Arlyana shot arrows into the beasts maw as it twisted and turned trying to snap and whip Tarrga with its tail... Tarrga used his impecable ride skill to stay on the beast while slashing... slash after slash, hit after hit, Tarrgas blade began to sever the beasts head, helped of course by the beasts snapping and squirming, tree were smashed and the canopy broken exposing the beast to the evening sun, as Tarrga hacked at the creature, something errupted in his throat, he stumbed on the creatures back and a line of acid sprewed from his mouth, 60ft down the creatures back causing it to wither and squirm more, and Tarrga was tossed from its back and launched intop a tree, still holding his sword he scrambled onto the tree and followed Arylanas action of firing arrows into the beast... the creature was finally slain as arrows pierced its eye and maw....

    " Tarrga, what in the blood hell was that? you spit ACID at the beast... first your hands and teeth, now your breathing acid like a bloody black dragon... Tarrga???"

    Tarrga had passed out from exhaustion from continually entering rages.... he was sleeping like a child in the tree branches....
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    some how Arlyana had managed to take Tarrga from the tree branches and lay him at the base of the tree. as he awoke from his somewhat unconsious and exhausted state Arlyana sat carving a small branch with her dagger. not really making anything, but passing time until Tarrga awoke...

    "hello... how did i get down here? last thing i remember that thing had thrown me into the trees..."

    "dont even ask any questions Tarrga, youve got some damned explainin to do... look at you, you hands are claws, your teeth are sharp as daggers, and jsut a few hours ago you spit acid all over a nightcrawler, would you please explain to me what in the bloody Nine Hells is going on?"

    "truth be honest i dont know... all i know is i must seek the lair of the great dragon Arjskerrt'Drecort'Srevious, i am his last relative, i am the last to carry his blood line, he came to me and my peoples as a Dark Soldier and requested that i come with him, then he made some huge speech which i do not remember and told me that i knew how to find him... i have no clue what he was talking about, and believe this whole quest is completely insane, but i know that its something i must do, i feel him tuggin at me, so you are free to come or go, i will not attempt to bind you. Morothos said i would undergo physical changes..."

    "well isnt that nice, your becoming a dragon... lovely, i will stay til the end of this journey, as i said i would, you will not get rid of me that easily. your stuck with me."

    "do you know of my dragon relative??"

    "aye, everyone knows of him, it is said he is a league in length and his wingspan is half that, he has been said to devastate entire cities in hours and vanquish even troupes of hundreds that travel to his lair to kill him, it is said that nothing living aside from the dragon itself has ever emerged from the lair once it has entered.... it is said that his scales are blacker than the night, so dark that they put a hole in the sky, and that the faces of those he has killed can be seen in the red swirls of his scales, it is said that he is an awesome and fearsome sight to behold. yes i know of your ancestor, but you may want to keep that ancestory somewhat secret to others we may meet, for many have lost loved ones to his ravagings, your ancestor is possibly the oldest and msot powerful dragon still alive, with hundreds of centuries of death and violence behind him. he is hated, he is feared, he is worshipped. he is treated as a god by some, and as a grave enemy by others. there are those that would willingly give their lives to him, and there are those whose lives have or will be torn from them by him. some even question the fact that he has lived for so long and imply that he has become a violent draco-lich, and that explains why his strikings have come more and more over the last 8 or 9 centuries. i do not think he has sunken to lichism, for he was always a strong dragon, but it is possible. it is possible that he requires your blood to keep him alive any longer, because he ahs lived so long as a draco-lich that all the blood of his ancestors that has granted him such powers hgas run dry in his veins. but that is all i will say of that."

    " quite a speech milady, but i must tell you, that i feel stronger and more defensive now that i have awoken.... is that part of the dragonism? of course it is... i must learn to shut up sometimes... shall we continue, or shall we rest some more before moving on to the river? i am sertain something lovely awaits us there. i dont even want to think about what creatures might emerge from those waters."

    "no we will stay here for a little while, you need to eat, i need to eat.... i must revise my spells and gear tehm more towards battle, because they are absolutely useless, and i msut teach you to use your spells... yes you can cast spells now.... lets see what spells you have... ah, one of them is useful, the other two are pointless.... you need battle spells dearest. you know, you are kind of cute, for becoming a dragon, and being such a brute...maybe i will not teach you to use your spells.... maybe i will do other things...." she crawled across the ground on her hands and knees to where Tarrga was lounging agaisnt the tree still. " maybe i will bind you against your will, " her hands flickered and her mouth moved as she cast a spell, and Tarrga could no longer move... " and pull your armour off you, " she continued to tug off Tarrgas leather armour. " then i think i will pull off your grubby clothing...." she pulled off the less than rags Tarrga wore under his leather armour, " whats next Tarrga? well, i cant have you bound anymore can i?" the spell released him and he looked at her in amazment...

    "why are you doing this Arlyana?"

    "because i want to? because ive saved your life and youve saved mine? because the reason ive been in this forest is simply this... i was sent not only to be a companion in battle, but more."

    "if you are doing this because you were sent to, i want no part in it. not that im saying you arent a beautiful elven maiden or anything, but it isnt right if it is something you are told to do, and i cannot participate in it. where did you put my clothing Arlyana?"

    "i have them...and i am not doing this because i was told to, i am doing this because i want to, because ive watched you grow up, and i saw what you would be even when you were a child. i saw the man that is before me now, and ive waited for you to come to me, to pass through my forest as a grown man. not because this is what i was meant to be, your companion, but because it is something that i want, because i want to be your compainion." she stepped closer to him now, sliding her clothing off as she did....


    OKAY ENOUGH pr0n YOU SICK MINDED BUGGERS!!!!! ill let you imagine what you want... get your damned hands OUT of your pants!!!
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    okay your all sick buggers if you actually liked reading that last post.... the only reason i even mad it is because some readers expected some sexual action to be goin on... personally i wanted to kill Arlyana the post after i introduced her, but i got a few comments on Arlyana that made me think she would be a valuable asset to Tarrga, and she has proven so so far. this story is written as much by my readers that are polite enough to contact me as it is written by me. i use the ideas of my readers as much as i possibly can and attempt to keep them intrigued. please i encourage ALL of my readers to post a reply in here or to PM me... hell i have people that dont even know what DnD is giving me encouragement to continue writting this story. when i strike writers blocks they encourage me with ideas that i work into destructive plots. yes most of these people are friends that i tell to read this thing, and yes they are pretty reluctant to, but they have all enjoyed it so far and are now following my posts as i got through. im attempting to get them to join the TW and maybe even get into DnD. now i have taken up way to much damned space with this pointless rambling, so back to our story.

    (Through his battles tarrga gains strength and skill, and i update his sheet. http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=7130 )
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



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    as Tarrga and Arlyana finished redressing and arming and of course armouring themselve, they heard and felt a slight shaking fo the ground. not near as brutal as the shaking from that blasted nightcrawler, but whatever was comming for Tarrga this time was big enough to cause some hell.

    "move, get into the trees so you can shoot this thing without getting clobbered, if they cant hit you, your more valuable to me." with that Tarrga tossed Arlyana about halfway up the tree and she clambered the rest of the way.

    Tarrga stood back with his sword held at the ready, awaitng what ever foul beasts were on there way. what he saw was not what he expected, it wasnt a vile desecration of nature, but four rather large creatures, two mad eof stone and two of iron.... and they had firey red eyes glaring directly into Tarrgas soul. Tarrga rushed the nearest golem, happeneing to be a stone golem, he crash his sword hard into the beasts sternum, damaging the thing effectively, he turned and used trhe forceful backswing to strike another critical attack and sever one of the things arms, as he did this Arlyana shot her elven double bow with expert skill, hitting the beast several times in the chest, as Tarrga moved again to strike One Arm, an iron golem smahsed its fists hard into Tarrga, as Tarrga was slammed by one iron golem, the other opened its steely mouth and emitted a vile gas, Tarrga inhaled very little before he could begin to hold his breath ( 2 CON damage) even that little bit began to make Tarrga light headed as he battle and hacked off limbs, he was slammed around and one of the golems used him to shield from two of Arlyanas arrows, not that that was enough the golem proceeded to slam Tarrga, pushing the arrows through his armour and body. Tarrga struck at the beasts knees severing both legs and was nearly crushed by the beast, as the iron golem spit yet another cloud of gas, Tarrga inhaled much more of is this time ( 4 CON damage) and his light headedness was becoming more and more. still he relentlessly swung his sword and took limbs, Arlyana even thought she saw one of the things loose its head... as Tarrga did battle with the final stone golem, Arlyana saw a devastating sight.... two Greater Stone Golems were advancing quickly, taking out trees as tehy stalked toward Tarrga.... she volleyed arrows at them, unsure if she struck, but she did slow them slightly. she had to make him aware of the new threat.

    "TARRGA.... there are two more.... MUCH bigger, you must finish that one and engage the others from behind." as she said that Tarrga landed the final blow on the golem... slicing it in half.

    "more, bloody hell... i cant do this alone, shoot the bastards!" and he ran around the golems, sneaking and hiding among the bushes as Arylana shot at the creatures, he knew he would only get one good shot at one golem if he approached directly from behind, so he decided to wait until they were passing and take his sword hard into the backs of the beasts legs... to bad they were contructs and not living beasts.... as Tarrga sword slashed into the legs of the creatures the first one spun to face him, and he knew he was in for it. one of the golems issued a violent kick that Tarrga felt full force in the chest.... it sent him sprawling into the brush again, as he stood the second golem was bringin a large foot down to stomp him, he rolled out of the way and took the foot right off, crippling the giant contruct, the first came upon Tarrga with two violent slammin blows, injuring Tarrge extremely, he knew he had to kill these things quickly, for he couldnt hold onto life much longer.... Tarrga used his agility to climb upon the crippled beasts back by running up a treetrunk and leaping, the uninjured golem brought his hands down again to smash Tarrga, and Tarrga rolled off Cripples back, the uninjured golems hands slammed into Cripples back, and Tarrga capitolised on the action by climbing another tree and leaping onto the unijured golems shoulder, using his amazing riding skills to hold on with his legs as he cleaved his sword deep into the skull of the golem... the golem smacked Tarrga off his shoulder and Tarrga hide as best he could in the bush. two arrows struck the creature in the throat and it looked away from Tarrga, which allowed him to charge at the beast and take out its legs, he stayed behind the creature now, slamming his sword into its legs hard, he felled the beast the slashed at is more violently. Cripple was still not defeated and as Tarrga worked one golem Arlyana shot at the other, who was not far from the death bed, and it died quickly stuck with arrows. Tarrga ended the golems life with gaping slashes in its stone body.

    Tarrga slumped against his sword after he killed the golem, " we.. msut move.. forward," he said with gasping breathes, and he hefted his sword and trugded forward. Arlyana was followed with a worried look.

    "let me heal your wounds, you took alot of heavy hits from those things, please Tarrga your going to kill yourself if you contiinue in your condition."

    "i am fine, lets keep moving. No Arlyana not another word of it, lets go, we must get across the river, you can heal me when we get to the river." of course this was said between rasping breaths. He continued forward ignoring her continual pleas for him to stop and let her heal him.... he could see the river now...

    ( ooh cliffhanger, like always. )
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    of course, Tarrga was not fine, our fair haired barbarian hero was gravely wounded, but much worse had been done to him before- in his mind. As they continued their walk to the river Tarrga breath was becoming shorter and he was beginning to slow. Arlyana almost thought that she could force him to let her heal him... or maybe not, she knew with what ease he had tossed her small elven frame 50ft up a tree trunk, so she didnt try- but she was worried for him, very worried. She had no idea what that vile emission was from those damned golems, but it seemed that it had damaged Tarrga in a brutal way, if she was lucky, he would passout from blood loss before the river and she could heal him while he was unawares. She noticed how close they were to the river and her hope of him collapsing before it were vanquished.

    "the river is very close, i think that we should be able to rest for a little bit. i need to get these lovely arrows out of my chest, i apologise for not thanking you for your gifts. i do believe one may have punctured a lung, a lovely gift, i thank you much," and with that Tarrga slumped agaisnt a tree trunk and slide down it, he dropped his sword and heaved the arrows from his chest, blood spurting all over Arlyana, blood gurgled from his mouth and his eyes closed, he fell sideways.

    "dont you go and die you IDIOT barbarian, i TOLD you to let me heal you but NOOO your to big and bad... foolish, stupid, brave hearted, headstrong, muscle headed, gallant, wait what am i saying! oh let the Gods help me. i will heal you you brute, and you best not have died already!" with that she set to using most of the potions both Tarrga and she had carried and every single one of her healing spells. he still was not at full health, but his lung was healed, and he no long spit blood. when he awoke Arlyana was standing in front of him, tapping her booted foot with her arms crossed.

    "what why are you looking at me like that.... you have the look of a Kragan about to kill an innocent Marrag child. WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!" he stood and noticed that she had his sword leaning against her, the damned thing was almost as big as her.

    "oh, nothings wrong at all, lets see, you jsut fought 6 blasted golems, inhaled a hole bunch of strange gas, got shot through the ribs, and oh yes, about an hour ago YOU ALMOST DIED, right where you stand now. but im not mad no, not at all, im not angry in any way that you didnt let me heal you before you stalked off like the hulking baffon you are. now, i want to kick you in the arse for being such a headstrong fool, and pushing yourself to near death. honestly, how in the Nine Hells did you ever become such a great warrior when you dont even know whne your body needs healing or rest? answer that you great baffon."

    "well lets see, ive usually got someone to help me with that. you know that before i set out for this adventure i single handedly slaughtered over 400 Kragan archers armed with poison arrows? unfortunately i passed out because i got shot a few times and had a slew of poison in my veins, and when i woke Morothos was sitting beside me and there was some strange extraplanr creature flattened by what i presumed was his great mual. so yeah, hes saved me arse a few times... and we have healers, theyve saved me arse a few times, oh yes, i seem to save peoples lives too.... how many of my soldiers do you think those archers would have taken if i had not risked my life? while they were keen on slaying me, they ignored my men who proceeded into the city to engage the Kragan warriors, yes some of my men died, but if i would have ordered them to scale the walls of the fortress to kill the archers, i seriously doubt ANY of them would have been alive. i do not do this for glory, but for the lives of my people. now, it is not that way with the bloody stone men was it? no, i did not do it to save the lives of my people, but i want to get the bloody hell out of this God forsaken FOREST!!!! ive seen more action in this forest than i saw one that blasted wall! now, if you do not like my tactics, you can say here, because i will not have any maiden, elven, human or what ever tell me how to do combat with a blade, espescially when she uses a bow, not a blade. it doesnt matter to me how old you are, i doubt youve had the training i have with that damned sword what most likely weighs as much as you, and is near as tall. because even though you SHOT ME, you have some serious skill with that bow in your hand, and it took alot more than a few years to master that blood thing. now if we are done this damned conversation i will proceed to get the hell out of this damned forest and see my allies that reside on the other side. if you wish to accompany me, then you can, but DO NOT attempt to lesson me on my ways of battle... or ill carry you out of this forest, okay?"

    "truly you brute, is that any way to speak to the woman that has most recently bedded you AND saved your accursed life? i should slap you for that." with that she advanced, dragging his sword and laying at his feet, "now, bend down so i can smack you..."

    "no, i think ...." he lifted her up so she could look right in his eyes, " you were saying?"

    .... SMACK!....

    "thats what i was saying.. but you didnt even move, oh let me down you bloody brute, before i...i..."

    "before you what? kiss me? well let me beat you to the punch then," and he pulled her close and kissed her thin elven lips passionately, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. " now, do you still want me to let you down?"

    "oh stop showing off and put me down," she let her legs dangle as he gently placed her on the forest floor again.

    "so on we go, once we get to the river we can boil some leaves and make a nice tea, and maybe i can find some small game for eats, because im sick of leaves and bugs.. though the mushrooms i am quit fond of."

    and so, they made a small camp 20 feet from the river, and Tarrga stripped off his clothing and armour ( leaving on his bracers and amulet ) and brought his sword with him to the riverside for a swim. as he stepped his bare foot into the water the river errupted and a VERY big water elemental struck out at Tarrga, jsut as he shouted a foul curse and grabbed his sword. it is not as easy as one would think to battle a water elemental, under water, holding you breath, and trying to swing one bastard of a greatsword. Tarrga used that strange acid breath that he had used on the nightcrawler and spewed it at the water elemental, while slashing into its watery guts... he managed to climb the riverbank and get onto land while the creature was blinded by his acid breath. Tarrga gasped from breath as Arlyana came running with her bow, naked as well - ready for a swim. the creature errupted from the river and stepped a great watery foot upon the ground and climbed from the river, it was massive, Arylana quickly shot two arrows into the creatures eyes and Tarrga plunged his sword into the things throat. it died thrashing for its life as Tarrga sliced off its head.

    "you know, i think you should fight naked more often... its kind of sexy." Tarrga dropped his sword, picked her up- she dropped her dow and quiver- and jumped into the river while holding her.

    "thats FREEZING!" she screamed at him when they emerged from the water, as she smacked his shoulders.

    "well how do you think i felt when that blasted thing dragged me in? now are we going to enjoy a swim, or wrestle in the water until one of us, proably you, tires?" he asked as he pinched her bottom under the water, of course, getting another smack. after that, the swim was enjoyable. they raced across the river, and Tarrga won, only because of his vast hieght advantage. they frolliced happily for a while in the water, playfully splashing each other.

    "im hungry" announced Tarrga, climbing out of the water.

    "oh so your just going to leave me in here? you brought me into this river, you best bring me out, come on be a gentleman." she laughed as she teased him, and he dove back into the water, and came up beneath her, carrying her out of the river on his shoulders. she leapt off and let herself dry before putting her clothes on. Tarrga took up his bow, still naked and went for a little hunt. he returned with two rabbits and a deer. he put his clothes on and began to skin the beasts with his hunting knife. when he finished skinning the creatures, he lay the carcasses on the furs and began to hunt for mushrooms, he returned with a very large amount. while Tarrga was hunting and gathering the mushrooms Arlyana had built a fire and a spit roast, the fire was raging by the time he had returned with the mushrooms and she had already began to roast the rabbits and deer.

    "ah, perfect," he said upon his return from the mushroom hunt," youve got everything going, would you mind tossing me one of those rabbits though." he said this while munching on some mushrooms, that Arlyana identified as definate items to cause hallucination.

    "you know that they havent cooked completely." she said accusingly.

    "aye, but im hungry, and im not unaccustomed to eating raw meat, there is usually little time while stalking a human enemy to do such that you have, so please, toss me a rabbit." he said this simply and matter-o-factly.

    "fine you blood lusting freak," she tossed him a rabbit, that was definately less than half cooked.

    "you know, Morothos called me that on every single campaign hes accompanied me on, and thanks," he sunk his razor sharp teeth into the rabbit and blood dripped from his mouth, he wiped it away and barbarically sunk his teeth into it again, he didnt seem to chew.

    as Tarrga ate the raw rabbit and a pile of mushrooms, Arylana cooked her rabbit and ate few of the mushrooms ( the ones that Tarrga picked that did not have any mind altering affects) when the meat was cooked she too kthe otehr rabbit and lef tthe deer for Tarrga to eat, or do whatever with. he stepped to the deer and carved off a large part of the creatures side. when they were finished they proceeded to cross the river, the far side of the forest wsa visible, and many humanoid creatures could be seen taking down trees, Tarrga nor Arlyana could tell if these were human or not, but all the tribes used goblinoid creatures as slaves.

    ( i have come to a conclusion, and i am not happy with this decision, but i do this for my readers, i have decided that Arlyana will survive, MOST if not all of this adventure, and so i have created a character sheet for her aswell. she will not be gaining any levels as Tarrga does, but i will still post her sheet once a page... so here. http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=7602 )
    I Shall Rule the World; black rain and fire shall reign from the skies as the streets thy mortals have forged becomes rivers flowing continuosly with your blood. Humanity shall crumble and death and despair shall cover thy lands.Let the Black Rain fall upon all thy unbelievers.



    /me Sips the Blood of only the Purest of Souls from an ever flowing Chalice Crafted from the Bones of those who stood in His way.

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