05-02-2009, 02:11 AM
(Lunatio Beach)
"Of course. Just follow me," Masquerade said happily. Instead of running, he decided to stroll along the moonlit beach, his eyes taking in every soothing and tranquil detail. They would be at their destination soon enough.
(Deadwood Plains)
An arrow shot through the air landing right into a soldier's neck. Another volley of arrows flew through the air, each finding it's mark in an enemy soldier's throat.
"Don't let them defeat you!" Nara shouted. "We've made it this far, and we're not leaving until you rebels are DEAD! Fireball!!" Nara levitated into the air and threw an enormous fireball at the line of archers firing at her army. Most of the bodies were singed in an instant, and any archer who avoided death was left with horrible, agonizingly painful burns.
"We must send word to the castle!" one of the surviving archers shouted. He whistled into the dark night air. A carrier pidgeon came flapping along and landed on the ground next to the archer. He took a small roll of parchment out of his pocket and scrawled a note. With his final breaths, he tied the note to the pidgeons leg and whistled again telling the pidgeon that it needed to be off.
The note read: They will be here by mid-morning. Set forth the emergency plan.
"Of course. Just follow me," Masquerade said happily. Instead of running, he decided to stroll along the moonlit beach, his eyes taking in every soothing and tranquil detail. They would be at their destination soon enough.
(Deadwood Plains)
An arrow shot through the air landing right into a soldier's neck. Another volley of arrows flew through the air, each finding it's mark in an enemy soldier's throat.
"Don't let them defeat you!" Nara shouted. "We've made it this far, and we're not leaving until you rebels are DEAD! Fireball!!" Nara levitated into the air and threw an enormous fireball at the line of archers firing at her army. Most of the bodies were singed in an instant, and any archer who avoided death was left with horrible, agonizingly painful burns.
"We must send word to the castle!" one of the surviving archers shouted. He whistled into the dark night air. A carrier pidgeon came flapping along and landed on the ground next to the archer. He took a small roll of parchment out of his pocket and scrawled a note. With his final breaths, he tied the note to the pidgeons leg and whistled again telling the pidgeon that it needed to be off.
The note read: They will be here by mid-morning. Set forth the emergency plan.
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