Dorrakullan watched the Reaper's forces break his lines of demons. "No! This cannot be!" A death rider revealed itself from the back of the lines, and it was carrying a bone scimitar that was giving off shadows. The scimitar must've been giving the reapers forces a boost in strength or giving them protection because Dorrakullans forces were not killing quite as many as they were.
Name: Coji Kusinigami
Affilation: Human
Age: 24
Fighter Type: Paladin
Rank: Lieutenant General
Sex: Male
Weapon: Longsword
Appearence: Around 5'8", he wears steel plating, with dark grey trim. Behind him is a black cape, and his swords sheath is a deep blue, encrested with diamonds, a keepsake from his family.
Personality: A nice guy, and very quiet. He listens to his orders and follows them without question. He is vicous in battle, but would like not to kill.
History: he started training in the sword art at a young age, and then went on numerous adventures to become a paladin. He is skilled with his sword, and can preform minor healing spells.
(Meh, its over and done with now... Im using a human! Wee?)
Coji lay low on horse back, his metal clanking as they lept over a fallen branch, "Oh, Arnokulas is going to kill me! I took way to long on that mission... I hope hes still alive!" He thought to himself. "Hyah!" He yelled to his horse, pushing his heels into its side. Far off in the distance about thirty minutes later, he could see the encampment of the human forces.
Character creation:
Loyalty (Dorrakullan, Grim Reaper, Human):Grim Reaper
Name:Zegranas
Fighter type: Skeleton Knight/Warrior
Rank: Knight Commander
Weapons (don't overdo it): a long plaguebearing two handed beast of a sword, on touch it dissolves flesh and can cause a weakening disease within the wounded
Description (include appearance and way you act): Wearing heavy Black Shadow Armour covering whole body, most of the armour has blood soaked into it and the only visable part of the skeleton is its face and hands, he also has a long black cape with the mark of the Reaper flowing down his back
Backround story: was a great lord when living, commanding legions of troops but was slain by the Reaper himself within a great battle, the reaper Raised the man himself and through this power gave him unique strength, also gave him the anciant plague bearing blade he had once used himself, the reaper called this Skeleton Zegranas and so Zegranas not knowing his human Name called himself this ever after and became the reapers most known Task Master among the Knight Ranks and is feared both by Enemy and Ally across the Realms
He is monstrous and loud at most times, roaring and showing off his battle prowess and often destroying one under his command every so often to show his brutality and that he should not be crossed
Zegranas' Skeleton grin crossed his face as he watched the Death rider gliding above the battlefield, increasing the power of his troops, he lay into the Demonic Ranks, roaring a dark and low pitched noise from his mouth at every Demon he came across, slashing through its body, the armies and ranks of his legion plowed into the Demons yet he thought in the back of his mind that if he knew Dorrakullan then this would not be the victory he had hoped for
Dorrakullan flew up above the battle on his demon and rained fire on the forces of the Reaper, killing many more. "Fall back! Fall back! I'll slow them down!" he roared over the battle. He raised both his hands and said some ancient spells that had bee lost in time. In one hand a large fireball appeared and in the other a large ball of shadows. He roared and smashed his hands together creating a large mass of shadow and flame which he threw at the death rider. Caught off guard, the death rider and it's shadows were obliterated. The mass landed on the ground and started to take the shape of a rather large demon made of shadow and flame. It smashed the nearest skeletons and blew fire into the air. Dorrakullan laughed evilly at his new creation and flew off saying to himself,"That should hold them well enough."
Zegranas roared in rage, as masses of his army flew over him
in a blood curdling hoarse low voice he gave his orders "no Surrender, no mercy, the Dead shall take these lands
Zegranas took his sword in his hand and along with his troops ran at the great Demon that was smashing his forces, While roaring his battle cry he smashed at it, his army took a blast of fire and half his skeletons alongside him burnt to ashes, Zegranas' Sword glowed with green spirtual energy, each stab corroding the creatures flesh with plague.
The beast Turned however and blasted Zegranas across the battlefield, luckily his enchanted armour saved him, but he and his armies surely could not possibly take on the beasts might
"Re Group" Zegranas shouted, his undead riders and the soldiers he had left started at fast pace towards the flag bearers at the back of the army, the dead Sorcerors still sending forth death at the beast yet their attacks did not prevail, Zegranas dismounted his dark Warhorse and with his captains started accumilating another plan that will win them this battle
the Beast continued to come closer to Zegranas' army, he worked out a plan however
as the beast was nearing Zegranas gave the order, all the Sorcerors drew upon their powers of ice, as the creature limped along, from the corrosive cuts in its body dripping with foul ooze the Sorcerors fired their ice together, its body froze up, in a great ball of ice, it stood frozen in the icy block.
Zegranas let out a cold evil laugh "demons are no match for death itself" and then he brought down his sword with all his combined might on the frozen creature, blasting it into pieces, a fountain of shadow and flame from the beasts body blasted into him, it circles around him, as he looked down the shadow and flame wrote runes and special symbles on his armour and sword, they both glew with dark essences and they shimmered with darkness
He once again grinned, this victory strengthened him somewhat,not only his armour and weapon, he felt pleased at what he had done and he could of sworn he heard the angry roar of Dorrakullan
Zegranas called upon his armies to retreat back to the border of his Fortress as to get reinforcements, his armies were too little to press the attack and he felt he had done enough to the Demons this day and so he and hes legions fell back to Degrafall Castle, the fortress on the edge of the Demonic lands
Zegranas and his Army reached the fortress, with a wave of hand the chain of orders was given to send out a few more legions to accompany him to help in the war against the Demons. The dark skeleton knight looked over his new sword, its dark shadow made the skeletons jittery every time he waved it, he traveled into the highest tower of the fortress, into a dark unlit room he went, inside was a floating mirror
"Lord, i have slain inumerable Minions of Dorrakullan, i destroyed even a beast of Dorrakullan's own creation, it enchanted my armour and the old blade you gave me"
The Grimmed reaper replied, the look on his face seemed more interested in what was being said than his usual stern look of command
"i see what you have within you, a dark stirring of power, i sent this same power into you long ago and now you have had it increased, well done Zegranas, Dorrakullan was a fool to have betrayed me, we shall have our revenge on him, here, take this object of power, it will help your fight, yet do not reveal it to the enemy until you truly need it"
with that a dark Orb of green pulsating spiritual energy came through the mirror, Zegranas took it and at that moment it flashed and shrunk to the size of a marble, a ring flash into excistance around it
"wear this ring and when you use it, it will help in your battles"
"yes my lord"
and with that Zegranas walked back to his men, got upon his Horse and rode back to the battle
Zegranas and his soldiers galloped at full speed towards the battle, as they came nearer they saw a great wall of fire, Zegranas got off his horse and walked a few metres forwards
"damn demons, their love for fire makes them illusive opponents, this wall cannot hold us"
he remembered his ring and aimed it at the fire, the ring flashed yet to his amazement nothing happened, feeling rather curious of what the ring was atually for and not really havving a mind for spellcraft he simply got back on his horse and with an order he and his armies started moving towards the portal to the human lands.