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Book 1 chapter 1 part 2 act 5

The battle at the Mourn Keep was raging fiercely.   Vrocks were screeching in the skies.  And worse demons were coming.   Creatures like, Nelfeshnees, the judges of the abyss, Marriliths, snake on the bottom, human on the top demonic generals, Molydei, hyhena headed, red or black skinned two headed demons with a second snake head, Kluritchirs, FOur armed demonic generals with a enourmous mouth in their midsection with huge gnashing claws on the sides of the gigantic maw.  Myrmixuls, aquatic four armed tyrants with four scythes of pure evil, and of course Balors, demons identical to balrogs except for one major fact, they explode when they die and they are more common.  Aesthetically though Balors were quite different from Balrogs, balors resembled huge red skinned humans with enourmous horns, a skull like countenance, and a mane of black hair, though the hair color could be anything.  It was quite rare for it to be blond though.    

The Uruk hai noticed that the forces of mordor have come to their aid, as well as a massive amount of reinforcements from Isengard.   However the demons just seemed to keep on pouring out.    Gothmog the orc then surveyed the area and spoke to ugoth "Saruman has gotten you into a pretty bad mess, Bowmen fire into the ranks of their bowmen!" said Gothmog the orc to his men.  Soon the orc bowmen and uruk hai crossbow men fired at the arrow demons.  The Arrow demons responded in kind with their dual long bows.  Pulling off four rounds in two seconds the arrow demons were masters of the long and short bow.  

Then the witch king and the forces of angmar came to their aid,  The thrall masters directed their men to charge into the ranks of the rutterkin, totally catching them by surprise.  Then Attack trolls pounded their way into the front lines.  Greater tanar'ri started coming out in greater numbers.   Balors slashing into everything they saw.   Then Morgoth, Gothmog the Balrog, Ancalagon, Glarurung, Sauron, and Saruman arrived on the scene.   Each bringing in further reinforcements.   The Balrogs matched up against the Balors.  

Durin's bane lined up against Glymphidor, a Balor of Orcus.  And the massive beasts clashed in mid-air.  Glymphidor spoke first.  "Die!" said the Balor in a screaming fury as it knocked Durin's bane out of the sky and chased after it, they landed quite near each other.  Glymphidor raised his whip and sent it crashing into Durin's banes form.  Then Durin's bane slashed his massive sword into Glymphidor's form.  The Demon responded by goring the Balrog with his horns.  Then they fell off the mountain peak they were fighting on and fell over 16 kilometers to the ground.  

Sauron himself made short work out of most of the demons and undead he met.  Angels of decay, who only Happened to look vaguely like angels, were huge winged corpses with sloughs of skin peeling off every second and caused this to happen, though more slowly to those near it.   Began flying out of the keep too attack their foes.   The battle was raging and millions were falling left and right.    

Dragons circled the skies, blasting the largely only flame resistant Demons into the dust.   However Loumara's, some types of obyriths, and Balors were immune to fire, and many balors took to the skies.    Undead Skeletons rammed into the lines of the Orcs and uruk hai, they being hard to injure with swords and especially spears and other piercing weapons, however many of their foes were equipped with Bludgeoning weapons, and the mindless remains were bashed to pices. 

Soon, the battle turned to stale mate as neither side could gain a major advantage, until Ancalagon the black, the greatest of all the dragons, Larger than the largest of mountains, fires hotter than all but the hottest of Volcanos, able to block out the sun by simply standing up or stretching it's wings from afar.   And his firey breath could envelop small cities in an instant.   The massive Dragon bore a gem that functioned much like the one ring, it was added recently by morgoth, who had made a similar device as a Jewel on his forehead.   

The Massive beast opened it's vast maw and from it sprung forth flames of unspeakable temperatures,  consuming Demons and undead alike in a vast firey glory.  Those that survived were crushed underfoot by the vast Winged Lizard.  And the fliers were swatted out of the sky.    

Mourn keep had fallen.

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Book 1 chapter 1 part 2 act 4

The Sahaugin were blitzkrieging every position they found before the enemy could possibly react via teleportation spells.  Meanwhile Saruman prepared to invade the land of the Drow.  And subvert as many as he could to his side.  From his tower in Orthanc Saruman of many colors prepared his victorious armies which have taken a sizable portion out of Acererak's material plane holdings.   And he has been busy expanding his holdings to massive proportions.   Isengard was a force too be reckoned with.  And the dragons of Eberron have predicted this event, yet have done nothing too stop it.    Then Isengard marched to war upon the people of the Armies of Orcus.  The Uruk hai rode out on wargs and other creatures as they marched towards the destruction of A major anchor of the Orcusi's holdings in the material plane.   

The Uruks soon arrived upon a castle made of dragon bones.  Which is incredibly tough and resilliant to attack.  then, demons suddely burst out of the castle from all sides, ravenous and rabid.  Aramites charged at the uruk's pikes head on with their lances in had.   "crossbows, ready!  AIM!!!  FIRE!!!!!" said ugoth as crossbows flew into the bodies of the Aramites.  And the ones that did manage to get through were impaled by the pikes of the Uruks.   However demons were not so easily defeated.  And Soon Rutterkin marched out or more correctly, rushed out in a mad frenzy as they stepped on any who were too tired too keep on running.  They threw their snap tongs, an exotic ranged weapon which had blades on three sides, at the uruks which spun through the air with a whistling fury and cut through their pikes and flesh.  And sliced through their armor.  

"Return fire!" said Ugoth as he commanded all crossbow men to fire at the Rutterkin.  The bolts flew through the air and impaled the rutterkins, their flesh rippling as it was impaled at high velocities.  Many of them screeched as they fell to the ground.  Then wrack spawn, demons created by torturing good entities and armed with a spear created from their own bones, their bodies hideously deformed as some of their bones were visible, one could easily mistake them for undead, but they were not undead.   They charged at the uruks, as battle was the only thing that took their minds off of the pain that they were always in.   They took the uruks by surprise on how little they cared if they were hurt, unlike most foes who they fought, whom would pretend to be dead even if they weren't just so that they would avoid any further pain, they were filled with loathing and hate.


They impaled themselves on the uruk's pikes just to get through to the enemy, they kept on going even when mortally wounded.  100 years of having no form was far better a fate than continuing to live.  The rutterkin were also hideously deformed, whenever a higher order of demon wanted a stronger minion but not too strong a minion, they would simply take a mane, the weakest form of demon, and subject it through tortures so horrific to see it is too become nauteous.  The normally fat and small demons were subjected to such unspeakable torments that I will not mention the details.   They also charged with incredible loathing.  Soon the wargs arrived however, and they charged and overran the Rutterkin from the sides with equal fury.   

Then, trillions of manes and billions of dretches, perhaps the two weakest types of demons out there, the dretch only being somewhat stronger than the mane, charged in a pitiful and clumsy manner at their foes.  The manes that were killed burst into a cloud of acid, not strong enough to penetrate a demon's acid resistance, but strong enough to burn a uruk quite well.  The dretches just kept on running in random directions at their enemies.  And as they had no coherent plan they were easily picked off and slaughtered by the crossbow men.    

Vrocks, bird men like demons, with a bird's beak and wings, and talons on both hand and foot, had only a man's basic shape, the rest was all bird.   But only the wings had feathers.   They picked at the Uruk from the skies, the crossbow men and some of the Pikemen aimed their weapons to the sky, and the crossbow men fired,  some of the vrocks were hit and fell onto some of the pikes, others were hit and kept on flying, and some released spores that would create disease.  But the uruks were hardy to disease. 

But one trio grabbed each other by the hands and started spinning around and around, doing the dreaded dance of ruin.  The uruks did not know what they were doing and by the time a general noticed a orb of energy growing in between the three it was too late, everything within 120 feet was consumed in a enourmous blast of abyssal energy, with the power of a large bomb it swept away everything caught by it.   sending uruk and demon alike flying into the sky or just plain incinerating.         Soon other vrocks started doing it, and this explosion did not harm vrocks.  So the first trio did it again.  However they would not get the chance as the ten trios that started were shot down out of the sky.  


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Book 1 chapter 1 part 2 act 3

The armies of aslan are in dire danger, but now the focus is to Nirn once more, the people of tamriel are in shock that foreigners have come to their land and are all pondering what to do, however they have no Idea of what danger awaits them,  for the armies of the Sahaugin, the sea devils, the spawn of the great shark god Sekolhah, he resides in the nine hells of baator, now the twenty seven hells.  In the sea, the sahaugin prepared for war. 

"The empire of sekolhah's people will be great and prosperous, more so than it has ever been! We will crush these pathetic peoples once and for all!" said The Emperor of the Sahaugin, Razkaguk.  The kings cheered, as did their princes and their barons and their people.  The great furnaces of the Sea devil war machine were lit once more, soldiers armed with weapons and armoured with the finest chitin available.  Siege crabs were being mutated from normal crabs by the thousands.  Great war machines were built, and their allies the Koa toa, The Primordial Aboleths, The Krakens, and the Locaths also prepared to invade the weak surface dwellers  once and for all. 

"TO WAR!!!" said The emperor, a four armed sahaugin Cleric and blackguard and heirophant.  Soon the peoples began marching out and crawling out of the water.   There were enourmous numbers of them, untold hundreds of quintillions at the very least.  They were armed, vicious, cruel and blood thirsty and they would conquer the world for their gods.  On the coast line, maritime guards saw something approaching with the spy glass. 

"Hey Joesph have a look at this!" said a new recruit.  "What is it?" said Joseph as he looked through.  "By akatosh!  SOUND THE ALARMS!!!" said the captain.   The signals were lit, and the bells sounded, the messengers sent.  Tamriel would certainly not hold by itself against such numbers on all sides.  Not even the four could hold this Horde off.   "Halt!" said Xackgul, a general of the highest order, "Catapults, FIRE AT WILL!" said the general in a ravenous voice.   Soon the massive war machines let lose huge boulders into the walls of Tamriel, smashing into them like silly putty.  

"Long bow men, Fire volley one!" said the general as his violet eyes stared into the walls surrounding tamriel, soon millions upon billions of archers let loose their arrows, and a literal hailstorm of death flew into the bodies of the troopers. 

"Men return fire!" said the Commander at the wall in a frenzied yell.   The vastly outnumbered and mostly dead garrison returned a massive but relatively feeble volley.  "Fire counter volley!" said Xackgul, and another volley of arrows, and this time, slings, crossbows, darts, javelins, throwing axes and knives, ballistae, catapults, trebuchets, spells and other things were unleashed upon the garrison in a horrendous fury. 

Untold numbers of projectiles rained down upon the walls, the slings alone brought down some parts of the wall with sheer volume of fire.   "Battering rams, Siege crabs, constructs, siege towers and cavalry attack!" said the Sahaugin general as a crab the size of a castle picked him up and put it in the personnel compartment.   Soon massive crabs the size of buildings began slamming their claws into the walls and from their claws, spell casters inside could fire out of them.    

Battering rams had huge rams placed upon rollers, a much more powerful way then using ropes to hold the ram.  They smashed at the first layer of walls bashing them down to the ground.  Soon siege towers moved through the gaps and siege ladders placed upon the walls and the men started to climb through.  While catapults and trebuchets fired back and forth at each other.  

The Sahaugin swarmed all over the Castles, pressing on the attack despite any casualties they got, there were 4 clerics with every squad of eight to provide healing and melee power, as well as four wizards for extra fire power.    Soon lightning spells began ripping into the ranks of the fortresses.     A raging inferno of death was running rampant, and nothing could stop it.  


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Book 1 chapter 1 part 2 act 2

After the fall of the fathers Llymic the groups returned to their places of origin.  The fellow ship to gondor.  The golems to wherever they came from, the archons to the seven heavens, and the circle of eight to the flaness.   In the lava pit the shadesteel golem was healing in the darkness of the capsule like area that was the cooled lava.    However other such elder evils would rise, and one would do so quite soon.    But that tale is for later.   Now it is the time for the battle of the Dragon goddess of evil and the Lion Lord of Good.   The battle was fierce, the dragons kept on pouring through the portals into narnia.    And something was stopping aslan from using his full power, something beyond even the likes of him.    The holy lion spoke in a commanding voice "Centaurs charge the dragons and the dragonspawn from the left, quickly!" the Centaurs nodded and rode out charging towards the left flank of the armies of tiamat.  However Tiamat had anticipated this move and had sent out dracotaurs, A draconic version of the centaur, rather than the body of a horse and a body of a man, it was the body of a Dragon and a Reptillian humanoid, lacking the wings of a dragon but possessing the firey breath of some types of dragons, but it was not usually used as a breath attack.    The Dracotaurs charged at the centaurs, with arcane spell casters and ranged weapon users in the back, and melee combatants and divine spell casters in the front.    Divine magic was the result of prayer and/pr veneration not innate power and/or study.     

The Monstrous Dracotaurs spit forth grenade like balls of flammable liquid, which hit many of the centaurs and lit them on fire.  The raging inferno from millions of dracotaur's spittle was fierce and vicious, and from behind the wall of flames the spell casters and ranged weapon users struck, archers fired into the stalled Horse men, and spell casters unleashed fire spells into them.   The arrows soared through the air and rammed into many of the glorious horsemen impaling their flesh with horrid accuracy.    And the fire balls and scorching rays and other spells caused the already raging inferno to grow even larger.   Soon the Melee combatants charged through the flames which they were immune too and hacked through the ranks of the centaurs with savage brutality.   "Aslan save us!!!" said the centaurs as they were brutally chopped down.    Aslan was taken aback by the viciousness of tiamat's armies.   


Soon the Blackscale lizard folk, a troll sized subspecies of the normally human sized Lizard folk, brought up their also upscaled siege weapons.  Their gargantuan ballistae fired huge bolts into the ranks of the people of narnia.  And the more impatient black scales charged into the ranks of the men and ripped them to shreds, with a mace and shield in hand.  They bit through their flesh with their voracious teeth and lashed at them with their large crocodile like tails.     "Death to the foes of Tiamat!" roared the giant lizard men as they pounded the ranks of the people of narnia.   Soon the dracotaurs came from the left flank of the armies of narnia and Mounted troopers from the right.  Flight capable creatures ripped into their ranks from above.   Wyverns snatched men and raked them into ribbons and dropped their remains onto the enemies below.    True Dragons unleashed their vicious breath weapons into the armies of their enemy, the red dragons unleashing cones of fire, the white dragons releasing cones of frost and cold, the green dragons letting loose cones of acidic gas, the black dragons bringing forth their lines of acidic liquids, and the blue dragons ravaging the lion's armies with their lines of lightning.    And then as if to make things worse Flight capable Devils also joined the fray. 


Erinyes, fallen angels armed with swords and bows, unleashed firey death upon the creatures of narnia, the horned devils, massive horned reptillian gargoyle like creatures standing over 12 feet tall slammed into their enemies with their dire flails, Malebranches, 18 foot tall gargoyle like monstrosities impaled the soldiers of narnia upon their massive tridents, imps injected virtulent venom into officers, Paelriyons let lose flaming rocks onto their foes, and worst of all, Pit fiends rained fire balls from the sky.    And this was not all.   Burrowing creatures such as blue dragons, nearly all blue dragon spawn, and many devils and other creatures in tiamat's service came out from the ground within and behind the ranks of the remaining forces of Narnia.    Surrounded by vastly superior numbers on all sides  there seemed to be almost no hope left for the free people of narnia. 

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Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 2 Act 1

The hordes of the brood spawn charged towards their foes, their crystal filled maws opened and ready to rip flesh off of bone.  The Golems stood ready and defended the group.  Xyricus introduced himself to the fellowship "I am not evil, though I may be a construct of shadow and light, rather I am seeking to end their mad rampage, for while darkness heals me, Light must exist too, for a word without Light is not a world worth living in" said the shadesteel golem.  "You are most correct now, they all go dormant with light correct?" said Gandalf.  "Yes" said Mordenkainen from the cricle of eight.   "Good" said gandalf as he pulled out the Phial of galadriel and the silmarllis *correct me for spelling*  and their light began to freeze some of the creatures. 

"NO!!" said one of the fathers as it swatted away the gem and moved towards the phial.  Then Xyricus knocked the behemoth on the ground, Xyricus was taller than the 18 foot tall beats, as he stood 36 feet, but the thing was fatter and kicked the shadesteel golem off of it and unleashed it's icy breath which to it's surprise had little effect on him.  "Now it is my turn" said Xyricus as he unleashed a negative energy pulse into the broodspawn killing many of them.  Mordenkainen realized fire was not the weakness of these creatures, it was sonics all along and he asked the trumpet archons to unleash the most powerful noise they could.

The angelic trumpet bearers nodded and a greater sound burst came from the instruments shattering many of the broodspawn.  One of the fathers Llymic jumped at Xyricus and the weight shattered the ice they were on, and they fell into a chasm and most thought that he died then and there, and there was much sorrow over his loss.   But he and the beast truly did battle in the chasm.

This father llymic was over 128 feet tall and had four pairs of wings over twice that length and knocked the shade steel golem into the icy walls which created sparks.  The golem then pulled out a blade of shadow and stabbed the massive beast in the gut, then he pulled it out too meet it's much stronger breath which overwhelmed his spell immuntiy and the cold bitterly damaged him.  But the darkness was healing him.  

But it was healing the father too.  Then the father llymic grabbed the shadesteel golem and started slashing at it but then they both impacted a ice bridge and the monstrosity had to let go.  Then the shade steel golem slammed it's sword into the creature's skull but was knocked off as they impacted the walls.   Then the shadesteel golem unleashed a magic missile spell and then he casted greater shout, wounding the beast.  Then it casted polar ray on the golem, however both would soon fall into a lake of lava and presumably died, they all saw them sink into the lava, his hands reaching out and the golem's and the father llymic's last gasp of pain and agony as they burned.   Even the father llymic looked pitiful as it seared with pain and light.  The shade steel golem's hand reached out and the father llymic pulled it back down and then the lava froze as the father went dormant. 


On the surface a epic battle rages.  The Golems slaughtering brood spawn after brood spawn.  But sorrow filled the air over the death of Xyricus, he was not well known, but they all still felt cheated and robbed over his death, a great light has gone out in the world.  And nothing will restore it.     


Avaramier was enraged over the golem's death and slaughtered one of the fathers by chopping it's head off.  And the last one was brutally torn apart in the rage of the Angel.  Xyricus and Avaramier had been friends for thousands of years.  And now this....this thing would do something like this!?!? the angel was beyond rage, he knew no curse in any tongue for this.  the brood spawn fled in fear of the Angel's wrath.  and they all look at where the golem "died"  in sorrow and disbelief. 

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Book 1 chapter 1 part 1 act 5

One month later.

The demons were routed by assistance at the last second.  But all was not well, for Something horrible began to stir, It was The wretched beast known as Father Llymic, a relatively weak far realm entity, a member of a species filling much the same role as praying mantis' do in our world.  There were three of these fathers.  But by our standards they are monstrously strong.  They cannot stand the sun, it forces them into a dormant state, but they also radiate waves of deadly cold when dormant.  as their power grew the suns grew darker to keep them dormant.  And their power was growing fast.  The days were getting shorter every day.  The sun only shone for an hour a week ago.  Now it doesn't shine at all.     And the fathers Llymic created horrible brood out of normal creatures, making them citinous and praying mantis like.   And on top of the tallest of mountains they broke free of their icy prisons making a thunderous, dreadful "SSSSSSHHHHHHRAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" as they broke free. 

They surveyed the world with their eyes, and they smiled, they would not be bullied in this world, they would be the predator.   And the puny mortals would be the pray.   Little did it know that someone was coming to it.  Many someones.  The fellowship and gondor from the east. Archons from the west.  the circle of eight from the north and the armies of the free city of greyhawk.  And Armies of constructs and golems from an unknown source led by a incarnate shadesteel golem named Xyricus.    

The fathers Llymic spoke to their terrible children "Invaders are coming, Defeat them in our name and glory our children!" said the fathers in a voice that sounded like glass scraping metal.  Their insane brood then did as they were commanded and rushed down like a river, and then when Xyricus saw what was coming it simply said "Iron golems, stand in the front!" in a dark, shadowy voice.  Then the metallic constructs obeyed and stood in the front and as the horrific brood spawns breathed their icy breath weapons colder than a thousand winters the golems stood firm and responded with their poisonous breath. 

The fumes would always kill in a minute if not resisted and most could not resist the noxious gas and died.  But there were thousands more.  And they rushed at the golems and they slashed at them in a very orderly fashion.  

The circle of eight, the most powerful human spell casters in all of oerth, they were immortal with respects to aging.  They unleashed the spell meteor swarm and from their fingers four flaming rocks pounded the brood spawn before they could even get a chance to unleash their breath or spell like abilities.    

Soon a Brood spawn great wyrm white dragon came upon the fellowship and when they saw it they simply dropped their jaws.  "It is a dragon, but it looks changed" said Merry. "It has been corrupted by the foul touch of it's insane "Fathers"" said gandalf.   Then the creature unleashed two icy breaths one it's natural icy breath, and its other more potent one granted by the fathers llymic.    Gandalf shielded the party from it, and Gilmli stabbed his axe into the beast which roared in pain. And legolas fired a bow into it's chitinous neck and it shrieked in agony.  Gandalf stabbed it in the belly with his sword, aragorn fired a arrow into one of it's wings.  And boromir, merry, and pipin also stabbed it in the legs.  

Then the creature sweeped it's tail knocking the group away. And then it swatted away gimli with it's hand. It roared and spoke "The fathers Llymic cannot be stopped, the suns will never be restored!" said the insane dragon.    "Tell your fathers to go back into their plane of madness foul wretch!" said Gandalf the white as the beast flew away.   

The Archons were being attacked the worst, the fathers llymic are throwing unspeakable beasts at them, hundreds of thousands of brood spawn  frost giants.    The angelic beings cut at the massive creatures but many were caught by their icy breath, and some unleashed cones of unspeakable cold from their hands.  as they were merely resistant, not immune to cold, many of them froze.   Then Avaramier the solar archon cleric rose to the challenge and decapitated a brood spawn giant with his vorpal sword and unleashed his slaying arrows which killed the mad tall folk.   "Let us make haste!" said Avaramier.     

The senseless killing continued until they reached the fathers llymic themselves.  These horrible, fat beings were even larger than the giants and far worse.  they spoke in unison "Fools, you cannot stop us! We are the fathers llymic!" they spoke as they unleashed their icy breathes on their opposing enemies.    And the brood spawn burst from their hiding spots and revealed that millions no billions of them were ready to fight for their mad fathers.  And they charged.....  


End of part 1. 



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Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 1 act 4

After mordor and Boaktia fled from the great beast, the ultra tarrasque moved towards the continent of azeroth.   Meanwhile in the abyss, The three orcusi, one from oerth, one from faerun, one from eberron, plotted in their now hextuple realm of Thanatos.  They decided to attack gondor.  They then opened a portal and sent billions of demons and undead through.  This was not anywhere close to %0.000000001 of their armies.   And they over watched what would be called, the march of nightmares, by the men of the west. 

Their numbers were impossible to conceal, and their flyers blackened the skies wherever they went.  A scout on the borders of gondor saw the army and his jaw dropped "By eru, I must warn Aragorn!" said the scout as he rode out to minas tirith.  he entered the halls and spoke "King Aragorn!  A horde of nightmares marches towards gondor!" said the scout.  "What!?!? How many?" said the King.  "Hundreds of billions,  they must be from these new worlds, They are called, undead and Demons in the tongue of the majority of these new people" said the scout. 

"Prepare the defenses, call up the riders of Rohan, Send for the dwarves of the mountains and the elves of the forests!" said Aragorn in a commanding yet soft voice.   Soon the last alliance was reformed.  And they saw the massive horde of Tanar'ri, Loumaras, Obyriths the three prevalent orders of demons, and undead of all types were marching in a extremely disorderly fashion.     "This is going to be fun" said Gimli to legolas.  "Just don't get stepped on" said the Elf.    The Arrow demons with their four arms and twin bows aimed at the sky and fired upon the gondorians the second they were in range.   

The elves were hard pressed to give the same amount of volume of fire as the Demons.   But they managed nontheless.   When the demons came upon the walls of minas tirith, the impatient ones began crawling up while the stronger ones started bashing at the gates.  But the mithril gates would not budge.  For the Mithril of arda was as tough as the mithril of oerth, nigh indestructible.  So they brought up the Goritso's, a cross between a minotaur, a giant, a gorilla and a demon created by baphomet.  These living siege engines started pounding at the gates but the elves shot at them.      

Then nightcrawlers came to the scene their pitch black bodies began to slam into the walls, their undead status prevented them from feeling pain.  Meanwhile on the walls.   "Legolas! I'm on twenty already!" said Gimli, "I'm on fifty!" said legolas.  "what!?!" said Gimli as he hit a rutterkin that just crawled up in the groin causing it to fall back down onto the ground.    

Then the giant eagles arrived to assist the day, Giant eagles were common on The worlds that these demons had come from, these giant eagles were actually shape shifted maiar, and the Vrocks who were in the air were soon knocked out of the sky.  The Balors were a harder challenge.  Then something else came.  Archons from the seven heavens.  The sworn enemy of demons.  For demons were chaotic and evil.  Archons were lawful and good.  The hound archons waded into the demons and started chopping into them.  Trumpet archons blasted the demons with sonic waves.   The Justice archons also began slaughtering the demons.  And the riders of rohan also charged in, the aramites demonic centaurs attempted to meet them but they were already too few in number and were overrun.  

The Remaining demons and undead fled back to their base to recoup their loses before they would suffer any more casualties.  

Gandalf who had just sent another vrock crashing to the ground smiled as the eagles and archons and riders took down the fleeing demons. 

"Minas tirith still stands, perhaps there is hope" said Aragorn. 


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Book 1 Chapter 1 part 1 act 3

Isengard, has been restored, as has the wizard Saruman.   In the fortress factory the Uruk hai begin preperations to strike deep into The empire of the now neighboring Empire of the Lich Acererak.   "Work faster you maggots, Saruman demands that this new source of competition be eliminated!" said a Uruk hai major named Ugoth.  "Only if it means blood shed and food!" said the orc laborers.  Now there were at least a million, possibly more, Uruk hai.  Saruman observed from his window in Orthanc and spoke in his wonderous, mystical voice.  "The world has changed, but that does not mean we will let our guard down, we will strike down the armies of this Lich lord, now march my men!" and the Uruk did march, Tens of millions of Uruks, Wargs, and such marched into the empire of the Lich.      The Lich had a army of his own, mortal cultists, summoned fiends from the lower planes, and of course, undead.   The Uruk hai overran small outposts and bases quickly.  And every day at least ten thousand more Uruks marched out.  They Then marched into a Major Fortress surrounded by Adamantine walls.  The Uruk hai, who were experts in the art of siege warfare, were not daunted.  And with a infernal noise they brought up siege ladders, siege towers, catapults, Trebuchets and anything available and unleashed them upon their foes.   The Mortals there used judicious amounts of spells, though they were weak ones such as magic missile.     Brilliant blue bolts of energy began soaring at the Uruk's though they were so weak that they hardly phased the well organized men.  Then the Uruks began scaling the walls and battering down the gates.  "Death to the foes of Isengard" cried ugoth who commanded the ballistae to be fired into the enemy.    

The massive bolts knocked down several ghouls off their perches.  Then skeletons began marching out of a secret gate and into the uruks, they struck the uruks with claws and swords, but the mindless undead were no match for the uruk's swords and hammers.   They rattled and cracked under the blows of their enemies.  But worse horrors began pouring out.   Soon A platoon of twenty Nightwalkers stepped out http://vnmedia.ign.com/nwvault.ign.com/NWN2/creatures/MM35_PG196.jpg the massive undead dwarfed even the fire giants, and they were far deadlier.   Their powerful fists of utter blackness slammed into the uruks sending them flying.  Then uruk hai crossbowmen unleashed their repeating crossbows into the undead.  to their horror, they were nearly useless, as only a magical silver weapon would deal them full harm, and the little damage they dealt healed soon.    The Uruk hai brought up their Olog Hai, much as how Uruk hai were superior versions of orcs, Olog Hai were superior versions of trolls.  And decked out in full armor and armed to the teeth, they were nearly as tall as the twenty foot tall giants of darkness.  And far more numerous. 

The Olog hai slammed their morning stars into the shoulders of the Nightwalkers, and the night walkers responded with their fists.   The night walkers were then targetted by ballistae and one fell due to a massive hail of missiles pouring into it.  Soon another was wolf packed by uruk hai, as the little orcs toppled it and began crawling all over it and stabbing into it's solid darkness.   One was swarmed by the olog hai and was beaten to destruction.  The Nightwalkers were being defeated.   Then The largest one of them, a titan amongst giants, standing over 200 feet tall surveyed the battle field and swatted away the olog hai that got near it. The walking tower stepped on uruks and unleashed it's innate magical abilities on the armies of Isengard.    "it's bigger than an Oilaphant!  And much nastier too!" said a Uruk hai who was caught by it's fearful gaze.  "Yes but that makes it an easy target, fire into it!" said Ugoth as Ballistae, trebuchets, and catapults fired into the massive titan, and soon it fell as the uruk fired into it.   It landed on the fortress destroying huge amounts of it.  It's inanimate body stood lifeless.  And it crushed everything caught by it's 32,000 ton body.   

The fortress soon fell to the Uruk hai.   And when Ugoth returned to Isengard with his conquest, he was made a Colonel, a promotion he had been waiting for years to get.   Saruman spoke "The armies of acererak are pitiful and weak compared to you, You are the Uruk hai of Isengard!  Let nothing stop you!" said Saruman. 


Sauron, now existing in his cloud, eye, fair, and dark form all at once and all in different places.  Sent mordor crashing into conflict with the forces of the Great red wyrm of the south.  Boakathiarasak... The orcs met the dragonspawn of Boak in battle, their numbers both beyond imagining.  Whitespawn hordelings charged at the weakest of the Orcs, and they slaughtered each other in unimaginable numbers.  The orcs fired their bows, the dragonkin unleashed their breath.  Half true red dragon Redspawn arcaniss Sorcerers of great power which only added to their already potent innate spell casting power rode atop of Half true red dragon Redspawn fire belchers.  And they met with Orcs riding wargs.  The Fire belchers unleashed their sizzling breath as did their Riders.  The warg archers unleashed bows into them.  The Arcaniss responded with fire based spells.  
Then the Oilaphants arrived as per Sauron's orders.  The Colossal one hundred foot tall ancestors of the modern day elephant trumpeted as hundreds of them charged at the dragons.  They were met by Half True Red Dragon Seismosauruses, the massive Sauropods had ontop of them, canvases which bore a outpost of Dragonspawn and half dragons.  And they had wings stretching hundreds of feet across.  The Oilaphants and the Seismosauruses were evenly matched.  The sauropods were made omnivorous with the dragon blood in them, as they gained sharp teeth in addition to their peg like teeth for chewing plants.  

They belched fire which incinerated hundreds of orcs in a single blast as a loud "Whooossh" filled the air as a massive seven hundred foot wide cone came out of their mouth.  The oilaphants slammed their tusks into the Seismosauruses, breaking ribs and creating large gashes.  But several of the Mumakils felt the sting of their tails, which were as vicious as the whip of the balrog, they cracked their tails and then lashed them at their foes, their tail tips breaking the sound barrier and making a huge "WHOOPISH BOOM!" noise as they cracked and lashed into the flesh of the Mumakils, and then one of the great dinosaurs bit into the massive elephant with it's razor sharp teeth into the neck.   And the Oilaphant sent it's tusks into the side of the beast.  The reptile sent it's tail into the colossal elephant.  And soon the Haradrim and dragonspawn were engaging each other, killing each other with extreme savagery best left to the imagination.   The sarupod's wings folded up as to not break in combat.     

Soon the Nazgul came upon the dragon spawn, but much to their surprise, some of the seismosauruses stretched out their wings and flew.  Their half dragon part had granted them the power of flight, they had never seen something this big fly.  But Khamul extended his sword and stuck it into the sides of the beast and kept on flying, creating a massive to him but miniscule to the creature, gash in it's sides.      

Some of the nazgul pulled the dragonspawn not capable of flight and lifted them into the air and dropped them onto the ground.    The Kobolds, small reptillian creatures, no larger than a hobbit soon came from the sides of the Orcs and began attacking them with overwhelming numbers.  And the lizard folk began walking out of the swamp and started attacking. 
But then, the forces of Isengard and Angmar, and the goblins of the mountains, arrived to assist Mordor.  The battle turned to savagery.  Soon Boak and Sauron had come to the field of battle.  Boak was a massive dragon, far larger than smaug was.  The great dragon from Oerth was a favored minion of Tiamat herself.  And was a divine ascendant and was half fiendish and half axiomatic to prove it.    The Demi god dragon swung it's twenty five foot long claws at the orcs, slaughtering them in the droves.  It's body was nearly a thousand feet long.  Sauron too was slaughtering the dragon spawn in equally massive numbers.    Then the roar of something terrible came.   One of the tarasques of faerun.  This one being half fiend, a monster of legend, with thirty heads, half draconic, a paragon creature, half axiomatic, and was a creature of both cold and fire.  The massive beast was over ten thousand feet long.    And all thirty of it's heads roared into the sky.




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Book 1 Chapter 1 part 1 act 2.

There was a great flash of light as the worlds were drawn together, making a massive mix up of worlds.  Those that survived crawled up out of their hiding holes and surveyed what had changed. 

The dragons of eberron scrambled to their copies of the draconic prophecy to see this new weave in the incredibly long and complicated tale.   Meanwhile there was a large clamoring in Nirn.    "There will be order in this council!" said the chief of the tamrielian council.  "But there is no emperor on the throne, and the world is so strange and changed!" said a council man.  "We will Triumph against any new threats that come to us as we have always done," said the chief of the now incredibly noisy Council.  then someone rushed in the Council room, seemingly exhausted, "Sirs, something is attacking the province of morrowind!" said the exhausted messenger in a haste.   "What!?!?!" said the council in a crackling voice.   

What was attacking were the undead hordes of the Scourge.  "wipe these foul men from the face of the earth!" said a necromancer as he raised a Imperial trooper from the dead into a pair of skeletons.  "Hold them back!  Hold them back at all costs!" said the overwhelmed soldiers.  They brought up trebuchets and catapults, which fired flaming projectiles into the undead, then spell casters unleashed fire balls into the walking corpses.   A ghoul attempted to get the drop on a elite war veteran but the pitiful creature was sliced in half by the man's steel blade.  "Kill the necromancers!  Kill them!" Said the General at the garrison,  then the archers and crossbowmen, and spell casters, and anyone with a ranged weapon, brought their fire down to bear upon the relatively frail practicioners of Necromancy.  They were impaled with dozens of bolts and arrows, and many fell to the ground.   Then the four heroes of the elder scrolls came riding out, One a Orc, one a Argonian, One a Nord, and one a Imperial,  Came into the fray. the Nerevar, A Argonian battle mage of incomprehensible skill unleashed deadly spells into the ravenous undead.   The Orc, a warrior of equal power, pulled out Umbra, a greatsword of shadow and cut into the ghouls and abominations with the fury of a wolf on a cow.  The Imperial Mage assisted the Nerevar in blasting the undead with spells.  And the Nord barbarian brought his axe and cut into the flesh and bones of the undead. 

Soon the undead were forced to retreat after being pushed off by the four heroes.   "You do not need to reward us, your gratitude is reward enough" said the four as they rode off.    

Meanwhile, Tiamat brought up her hordes and armies of evil true dragons, half dragons, evil dragonkin, all evil reptillian humanoids, devils, and practically everything evil, especially those that are draconic, and unleashed them on the unsuspecting world of Narnia, and this was not even the smallest fraction of her forces   The Lion aslan  looked out to see the hordes measuring in the trillions, if not quadrillions of evil creatures.   Then he spoke "These are dire times, for now a foe worse then all I have met, from the outside worlds, has come to take my land, but whoever it is, has another thing coming" said the lion aslan.  He summoned some of the armies of Narnia, Men, Minotaurs, Centaurs, fey, and all types of creatures, though outnumbered a million to one, they would not surrender to the Dragon queen.


The Whitespawn Hordelings rushed at the men, and were cut down, but the sheer weight of numbers was a impossible load to bear, and soon the first line cracked and groaned under the claws and icy breath of the little creatures.   True dragons, from wyrmling to great wyrm age, began blasting the narnian's with their breath which could fell hundreds.   The Redspawn arcaniss unleashed firey spells into the fools.  As did half dragon spell casters.  The armies of narnia unleashed a withering volley of arrows into the fell armies.   But they just kept on coming.   Their numbers were tremendous, their will, unbreakable.  Their bloodlust, inconcievable.        

In the latter days of the Second Age, Sauron became fixed on an idea that would surely bring victory or defeat in his war on Middle-earth: resurrect his master Morgoth. He would use a device called the One Ring to do it, an artifact made of his blood.

This was of course a farfetched ideal, but that only made his want it more. With Morgoth again walking the world, darkness would forever claim it. However, the Elves caught word of this secret plot and sought to stop Sauron at all costs.

And so the Battle of the Last Alliance began, which ended in Sauron's apparent defeat. But he lived on, pursuing the idea of bringing his master back.

Using all of his resources to reclaim his ring, Sauron discovered two Hobbits trespassing in his land after an Orc from Cirth Ungol gave to him a Halfling-sized shirt of mithril. The Hobbits were thrown into Orodruin and the Ring bestowed back to its master, who again took physical form. Using his restored power, Sauron made a vessel for his master, which Morgoth took willingly. With the Vala's power back to its fullest extent, Morgoth plummeted Middle-earth into a darkened and decayed state. In a last purge for survival, the Maiar Gandalf used his last of his strength to burst open a portal to another world and allow the survivors of Morgoth's attack to pour through.

However, little to the knowledge of the Maiar, he had burst open the dam that held the universes together and had created a plane of existence like no other. The worlds of Middle-earth, Oerth, Azeroth, Skellbreig, Nirn, Faerun, and Eberron came together for the first time and life in these worlds was fated never to be the same afterwards.







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The new War Book 1 chapter 1 part 1 act 1

Prologue: The worlds of middle earth, Azeroth, Oerth, Nirn, Faerun, skellbreig, and ebrron were all worlds were swords and sorcery and dungeons and dragons abounded, they were cosmologies apart, kept connected only through the Plane of Shadow which connects all Cosmologies and univeses and multiverses. But their cosmologies would collide and terrible things would start

Chapter 1, The Merging: middle earth Gandalf: "It was a beautiful day in middle earth, the fourth age has just begun, the one ring is destroyed and Only eight of the Nazgul, Three balrogs and some scattered orcs and others can spread evil anymore. Though me and the elves decided to go to the lands of the east, as the age of elves is no more, One day I casted a great spell to hide the elves and dwarves forever more"

oerth Boakathiarasak The Great Red Wyrm of the South: "I sat on my throne in the Tropical mountains on the very southern most edge of the continent Oerik, I see my armies grow every day, summoned monsters from the pits of the nine hells and the abyss. Undead from the ground. Crazed madmen, and various monsters and beasts. In my fortress at Mt.Voracious, a volcano, I construct my army to invade the fools of the Flanaess. To grant a boon to my men Me and my best spell casters casted wish and miracle simultaneously"

faerun Syssiravia The Great White wyrm tyant of the North: "I surveyed my armies and they rallied to war upon the weaklings of sword coast. In the chaos of the combat all those capable on both sides casted miracle and wish"

eberron Rasteraniar The Lich lord of the east: "As we marched from the lands of the east My best spell casters all casted the most powerful teleportation magics to move us to our foes"

Nirn The Nerevar Obsidarious the Argonian battlemage: "as I smote ruin upon the daedra I saw them casting some sort of ritual so I had to stop them, I rushed towards them and struck them"

Azeroth Kil'Jaeden: "As I tried to seek a replacement for archimonde I came across this peculiar artifact I touched it and then a flash of light came and I noticed that the stars had increased sevenfold in number and Azeroth was larger, something must have gone terribly wrong"

Skellbrieg The Shadow: Fires cackled in the bellies of the Morrogthian furnaces, the land of the Shadow boiling over with its lord's wrathful creatures.

Then he came, on a tall black horse larger than a house and wearing cloths that seemed to be too long-old for wear.

"Forward, my minions. To war."

A sly and evil smile crept to the Shadow's vile lips, his black, fossilized teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Chants, or more likely crude songs in the speech of Morrogoth, rang out with the beat of drums as the gates to the Foul City of Tlong Balfur opened. They poured in vile unison from the city, their marching feet and sounds of drum and song blocking out even the thunder that hung in clouds above their home, which bore no rain or lightning and roared with tumbling fury.

The Shadow smiled, seeing his prey. Stopping on a hill, he watched his armies pour around him, like blackened water from a pitcher. There was no seeable end to the horde as they marched upon a city whose stones gleamed in the sunlight.

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