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Signatus
03-23-2008, 11:47 PM
Hey, Dizzyeyes, serve me and my mate a jar of your finest ale, not that rotten poison you keep on that barrel or I’ll cut you in four right where you stand! Come boy, I’m up for a story about us, Moloks, and every blue little lych that calls himself a “Godsend”.

First I’ll tell you who I am. I am “The Molok Wall”. No arrow, spear, sword, axe, club or hammer can overcome my might, and I challenge anyone to prove me wrong… What’s that look on your face Dizzyeyes… remember when you got your nick name? Don’t make me bash my shield against you brains again!

I never flee, no matter the number of my enemies, their strength or skill, I AM THE WALL. Fight by my side and taste the glory reserved to the courageous, flee from my flank and you shall die like a rat trapped on a cat claw, and if not, I’ll kill you myself deserter!

I was one of the 40 Molok Rebels to deny servitude to “The Exiled”, and for as many days as it takes to cross The Land from the northern Alsius mountains to the farthest south Syrtian islands we resisted on the outskirts of Nasra-Tej Village, slaying the laughable skelics and dark elfs that dared to play “warrior” like little children. At my right and left the barbarian berserkers took cover under my shield and each time we charged we piled enough bodies to fill the halls of the Medenet Cathedral with skulls from floor to bottom. And valiantly we stood until their mages arrived, those vicious bastards tasted my steel several times before we fell, 40 of us collected the guts of 400 of them.

Hay! I remember the good old days… it was many years ago you know… shortly after the Dark Alliance arrival to Ignis. Blue rats and their Skelics lackeys, exiled from their south prairies searched a new land to plan the “Godsend” arrival and the following “holy crusade”, pffftt! The dumb fools knew they would only receive a spear stuck up their asses on the Northern countries so they went East… to the dune sea. I stressed my opinion on those days: “Feed the blue rats and their servants to the Igneos, let the yellow beasts feast upon their flesh” I said… well not quite, I used some foul language too but I don’t like to speak it in front of the ladies. But there were some of us who did not knew our place in the order of The Land, so they started arguing that it would make us richer, like we needed gold for something; that they would share their knowledge in weapon smiting with us, no wonder they need improved stuff, they don’t have the slightest idea how to win a battle against a bunch of dwarfs! DWARFS for Megrim’s sake! But the final argument was that they would share with us their arcane teachings… and now I ask, do you see any Molok warlock or conjurer? They lied as they always do and the Molok clan leaders welcomed their presence and even allowed them to found their first city, Medenet to be precise. Of course that fifty years after they established their government in OUR capital city!…rending us to their service just as they did with the Skelics when they “freed” them from slavery…

But I’m going off topic, I want to talk with you about me! I am “The Molok Wall” and I was one of the 40 Molok Rebels... Yes I proudly was!! Hay! I remember The Blood Skin Battle like it was yesterday boy, and I tell you, if the dumb blue rats and their puny lackeys fought as we are taught to they wouldn’t be in “exile” in first place!

Envy
03-24-2008, 12:41 AM
Molok pride!!

-Paradox-
03-24-2008, 03:24 AM
Hey, Dizzyeyes, serve me and my mate a jar of your finest ale, not that rotten poison you keep on that barrel or I’ll cut you in four right where you stand! Come boy, I’m up for a story about us, Moloks, and every blue little lych that calls himself a “Godsend”.First I’ll tell you who I am. I am “The Molok Wall”. No arrow, spear, sword, axe, club or hammer can overcome my might, and I challenge anyone to prove me wrong… What’s that look on your face Dizzyeyes… remember when you got your nick name? Don’t make me bash my shield against you brains again!

I never flee, no matter the number of my enemies, their strength or skill, I AM THE WALL. Fight by my side and taste the glory reserved to the courageous, flee from my flank and you shall die like a rat trapped on a cat claw, and if not, I’ll kill you myself deserter!
I was one of the 40 Molok Rebels to deny servitude to “The Exiled”, and for as many days as it takes to cross The Land from the northern Alsius mountains to the farthest south Syrtian islands we resisted on the outskirts of Nasra-Tej Village, slaying the laughable skelics and dark elfs that dared to play “warrior” like little children. At my right and left the barbarian berserkers took cover under my shield and each time we charged we piled enough bodies to fill the halls of the Medenet Cathedral with skulls from floor to bottom. And valiantly we stood until their mages arrived, those vicious bastards tasted my steel several times before we fell, 40 of us collected the guts of 400 of them.Hay! I remember the good old days… it was many years ago you know… shortly after the Dark Alliance arrival to Ignis. Blue rats and their Skelics lackeys, exiled from their south prairies searched a new land to plan the “Godsend” arrival and the following “holy crusade”, pffftt! The dumb fools knew they would only receive a spear stuck up their asses on the Northern countries so they went East… to the dune sea. I stressed my opinion on those days: “Feed the blue rats and their servants to the Igneos, let the yellow beasts feast upon their flesh” I said… well not quite, I used some foul language too but I don’t like to speak it in front of the ladies. But there were some of us who did not knew our place in the order of The Land, so they started arguing that it would make us richer, like we needed gold for something; that they would share their knowledge in weapon smiting with us, no wonder they need improved stuff, they don’t have the slightest idea how to win a battle against a bunch of dwarfs! DWARFS for Megrim’s sake! But the final argument was that they would share with us their arcane teachings… and now I ask, do you see any Molok warlock or conjurer? They lied as they always do and the Molok clan leaders welcomed their presence and even allowed them to found their first city, Medenet to be precise. Of course that fifty years after they established their government in OUR capital city!…rending us to their service just as they did with the Skelics when they “freed” them from slavery… But I’m going off topic, I want to talk with you about me! I am “The Molok Wall” and I was one of the 40 Molok Rebels... Yes I proudly was!! Hay! I remember The Blood Skin Battle like it was yesterday boy, and I tell you, if the dumb blue rats and their puny lackeys fought as we are taught to they wouldn’t be in “exile” in first place!

Reading this makes me want to become a molok...

Static_Fang
03-24-2008, 03:30 AM
Dark elfs aint the most muscle-bound critters, but we use our brain to find the musclist there is!

This is why we turned and formed an alliance with the Moloks....i'll write a story when i get time (damnit, gotta get ready for work)

Miraculix
03-24-2008, 01:54 PM
Moloks, skeliks, dark elves.... I'm no racist, and neither are my arrows. With 50 of them plunged in your bodies you all look the same anyway.

Signatus
03-24-2008, 03:34 PM
On the top of Mount Nasra, on the far Northeast Mountains of The Land, a small group of gigantic warriors prepare themselves for the upcoming battle. The uninformed casual passer by would ask himself who raised such citadel upon the mountain from night to day, watching the shadows projected by the morning sun spread downhill he would have been lured by the illusion that massive tower sentries where able to walk…

“Warriors, battle positions, prepare to engage our enemies! Marksman, piercing arrows, take their little blue Master of Doom liches as soon as they get in range! Hunters go now, and return when their conjurers are dead, but wait our charge. “Scorching Arrow”, “Venom Spite”, stop fooling around, today it’s your “front line day”, use slashing arrows on the barbs Lion Breastplate, and make the little cats weep! Prepare my brothers! The Molok Revolution against our oppressors will triumph!”

On the foot of the hill a much larger army awaited, spawning from east to west skelics and dark elf warriors held the red banner of the Dark Alliance, their conjurors and warlocks lazily walking around amusing their comrades with vain displays of arcane trickery, their uncontrolled hunters quickly disappearing to hunt down some blurry track, their barbarians entertained on a beast killing spree, their marksman where on the front of the army, discussing who was what, and when who did what, when suddenly they exclaimed: “What is that?”
From the top of the mountain, with the shining sun on their back, the Moloks charged, their shadows replicated their number while roaring warcries spread the fear swiftly. In the front line steel towers held their shields high, blocking the morning breeze from spreading the desert perfumes.

“Knights! Raise your shields! “Saj Titan” may we feel your heroic presence! “Dragon King” spread your ethereal mantle over our shoulders because I, “The Wall”, shall block even the sun rays from shining upon our armour!”

When the Dark Alliance army saw the approaching charge, fear took over their hearts, while accessing their wining probabilities they lost terrain and even before drawing weapons some started to yell “Corre!” and retreating, other incited to fight but in a matter of seconds what wasn’t organized reached a state of chaotic disposition. Marksman fired arrows to the first of the charging warriors, warlocks caste terrors to the advancing lines a second too late, conjurers attacked with their puny staffs, the knights charged, holding an axe on their hands; barbarians disregarded the necessary caution and stroked wielding massive swords…

“Knights! Phalanx formation!” –– the knights switched their primary weapon to a spear –– “Hold their lines and protect the berserkers arrival!” –– and engaged their enemies, and for each one of them, six of their enemies where left momentarily helpless, archers where thrown to the ground, barbarians balestred on the place they stood, mages left clambering dizzied after having their heads bashed by shields, knights with their limbs cut trying to catch the striking forces.

“KNIGHTS! PROTECT THE PERIMETER!”

And within the enemies heart they stood, valiantly, raising the shields to block any incoming attack, while the Dark Alliance wrath stroke harmlessly against their solid steel.
Then a deafening roar echoed through the battlefield stunning almost all of our enemies, the berserkers arrived and with them the close range marksman, the hunters stepped out from the shades and the long bowman focused their fire on taking a target at once!

“Knights! Split the stones in sand! Barbarians… KILL EM ALL!”

And within a fraction of seconds the battle was no more! Only the acre smell of blood endured while a few remaining dark elf knights resisted attaining an honourable death... on that day the Dark Alliance knew they would need us, the Moloks.

Three days after they would return in numbers enough to darken the horizon. They first offered pardon for the blood we shed… we replied sending their emissary back without his head. Then they threatened us with a punishment worst then death, so we skinned another of their diplomats and held him to a horse, the animal incited with the gutting screams of pain ran through their entire army, fear was planted on our enemy because not every blue rat is comfortable with the vision of living flesh… Finally they issued an ultimate (yet this time without using a spokesman), either we accepted to surrender ourselves or we would face death. So we replied… with a charge! And if it is true that none of us survived it is also true that half of them didn’t saw the western sun either, including one of their Commanders, Tankabon… and that was The Blood Skin Battle and even today someone that knows its place can see the monument held to the fallen.

DkySven
03-24-2008, 03:42 PM
Why are you still fighting for Ignis if you hate them? (great story!)

Signatus
03-24-2008, 03:51 PM
Why are you still fighting for Ignis if you hate them? (great story!)

You'll have to wait for the next chapters... this is a distant memory, but holds some truths valid in the present. On the next chapters the readers will understand why a Molok died 100 years ago is still drinking ale in Dizzyeyes tavern.

:beerchug:

misaccc
03-24-2008, 05:19 PM
He fights for ignis because he loves me:p

NightTwix
03-24-2008, 06:24 PM
Moloks ftw!

They do really well as marksmen too ;)

Static_Fang
03-26-2008, 12:44 PM
Dark Elf And Molok Alliance! Ftw!

-Paradox-
03-29-2008, 03:22 PM
Where is the next chapters?? I really want to know what happens...

Static_Fang
03-30-2008, 12:00 PM
Lol...i wana start posting some story...i cant resist making up a story ^^

BTW - this IS an awesome story...would u mind if i posted some bits and pieces? i cant help it!

Signatus
03-31-2008, 12:05 AM
Lol...i wana start posting some story...i cant resist making up a story ^^

BTW - this IS an awesome story...would u mind if i posted some bits and pieces? i cant help it!

No I don't mind at all, BUT I have to ask you to do it on another Inn thread.

The thing is that I'm trying to give some consistency among the events I describe In Character, I need to do it in order to provide some background to IC stories. For example, I replied in the thread "Governments of Regnum" (in general discussion) in an IC way because I was already working on my molok char story AND on my clan story (yes, I'm having too much free time in my hands and thank God I don't drive or I would already bumped against something!).

But feel free to use whatever you want (as long as you don't hijack my char :wink: ), or even disagree in whatever you like ("Moloks know nothing about our glorious path! Their stupidity is only compared with Dwarfs lust for richness.")... or if you want describe the same events on another perspective ("It took only a handful of Necromancers to wipe those Molok rebels... etc."). Ok, I'll stop giving stupid tips :smile: .

Have fun

:beerchug:

/me sings: ImAgInAtIoN... IMagINatIOn... IIIIMAAAGIIINAAAAATION...

Signatus
03-31-2008, 12:22 AM
Well… then I was dead as nails! But I know what happened though, the so called “Ignean War” ended and the bloodsucking Dark Elves and their Skeliks lackeys stood up to this day! What do you say? You don’t know what is the “Ignean War”? Well I’ll tell you what Tatian told me without using his fancy pansy words.
The “Ignean War” was all cover up! You see, when someone needs an excuse to rally a nation for something you come up with a “big” threat, you make everyone afraid of something and you say “Let’s kill them before they kill us!”… and so they did, some of the Syrtean elves, they said Igneos where a threat!!!
THE IGNEOS!!! –– the Molok started laughing so hard and loud that Dizzyeyes had to hold the bottles on the tables so they wouldn’t fall on the ground –– A THREAT?!?!HAHAHAHA, you ought to be an elf to believe in that!!!
Oh my, I always laugh about it when I remember that… a threat… bah! Of course they where a bit nasty, Graj for example was one of the weakest of them, and the tougher had two times the size of an average Molok, but a threat?! Haha, next thing you know and elves will start saying that Uthgars are difficult to kill!… Hahahaha, Uthgars!
Hah, but where was I? Dizzyeys, another round for me and my mate, fast you useless bastard, we are thirsty! –– roared the molok as he punched the table –– Mmm, yes the “Ignean War”… You see, all was well on the ancient times, we lived happily in our little land and killed some yellowies once in a while, sometimes we even caught some Dwarfs doing tourism shortly after their arrival to The Land, and we had our little wars with the Uthgars. But then stuff got messy down in the south. They are elves, they like one thing above all others, power! There are these books you see, some elfish stuff from the ancient times, and way before our days… from the times when Gods roamed The Land. And these books hold powerful stuff… you know, bling blings with their staffs and puff, a demon arrives, or a flying green skull flies all over the place and throws Moloks to the ground… I think it’s stuff like that… bling bling they suck my life, bah! As I was telling you, there are those books, yet few know their location. But around 200 years ago two of them found some ancient runic stuff in Fisgael Library. So these two elf kids found the location of some powerful bling bling book and got excited with it, plus they were like prodigy children on their realm, from rich and powerful families and all that, so what did they came up with?! You’re right! Get the book for them! The problem was… the book was downstairs… literally, check outside, yes you got it… the book was in Ignis! And in a place crawling with yellow beasts… yes sir, deep among their capital city!
But two kids couldn’t just come up here, get the book and go back, no sir, they weren’t Moloks! Dizzyeyes get me another round but this time, I WANT THE DAMN JAR FULL! –– he shouted throwing the empty jar to the tavernman's head –– Well, so they got a bit old and influent, they attained positions of respect among their fellows and started rallying people to side with their idea, which is to say, invade Ignis and kill “the threat”, meaning… Igneos! Hahaha! And if well they planned the better they did, and 49 years after they uncovered the secret place of the book they gathered an army and went up here, slaying any opposition they tracked… including a couple of Dwarfs and Uthgars fishing by the river.
And so the “Ignean War” begun, they went fast at first slaughtering every single Igneo with ease, but then the Igneo Overlords got out of their caves and things got nasty for the elves… so they returned to their land with several losses and started planning the stuff better… which means they increased their number, you know “elven tactics”!… They grabbed some Alturians to serve as cannon fodder and went back to war to beat the big yellowies, they managed to open enough space upon their defences to allow our two “buddies” sneak inside some old ruins and grab the book for themselves… but then shit happened… they lost some more men and had to return to Syrtis.
Well, don’t ask me exactly how it went, I’m not an elf! The only thing I know is that when they returned to Syrtis one of them got berserk, on a non-molok way, and started preaching an “unquestionable truth”, that they had been chosen by the Gods, that there would be a “Godsend” to lead them all to a glorious immortality, that their true destiny was to rule over The Land, that if they did some dark bling bling no one would challenge their supremacy… you know, some mad preaching that no Molok would ever fall into, but elves and humans are weak… And it is said that one day the two friends fought a battle of arguments in the middle of Fisgael Forum, and in that day a clear division among them was felt, between those two friends, the elven population and the humans.
And from words they went to acts, the “enlightened” of the two self proclaimed an exile advocating that Syrtean teachings mislead people into false beliefs but when he was about to leave he wasn’t alone, almost one fourth of the population, counting with elves and humans, stood beside him because they thought his words held some truth… then he said that by the end of the 3rd day the Igneos would be just a memory and with such proof he would validate his arguments…
Hay, it was pretty much like I tell you. Dizzyeys… why do I have to ask, can’t you just fill the damn jar when it is empty?! The funny thing is… he was *almost* right!!!... So that lot comes up here and 3 days after their departure they gather in a wicked place, sacrifice some of their own, and in a blood lust orgy along with the powerful bling bling stuff they made the heaven fell over our heads! I’m not joking, if I ever came close to feel something related to “fear” it was on that day! Meteors started falling from the sky, the rain burned like melting lava, and strikes of lightning ravaged throughout the country but the most impressive happened to the North, a tower of burning light was summoned up to the mountains halfway from the river to Montsognir, and the air was filled with the death stench of melted corpses.
Then they came up here, they needed a sort of help, a land to call their own for as long as they where exiled. And the dumb fools of our clan leaders gave it to them… bah! Eventually their power grew and, after our rebellion, the “Ignean War” reached its end, the few remaining Igneo Overlords on the surface were caught and killed…
But like I was telling you, by the end of it, I was as dead as a brick!

NightTwix
03-31-2008, 08:48 PM
Hahahaha, Uthgars!

Wahahahahhaha! :superpusso:

Thats finest Molok humour