Heroes in Cantha - RPing session.

OOC: Sorry for my long absence, I'll get back soon. I'm in the middle of nowhere without a connection.

--The Shim I was thinking we could meet him now we're back in Cantha...

I'm confused with the storyline. Please explain what happened after we landed on the beach with the gods and all the heroes and were about to attack the Conquerors besieging the Capital City, how come suddenly we were fighting against the Queen?

And now we have to do more travelling? we've hardly described Cantha at all, or adventured in it, which was what was originally meant to happen...and the Sengii all died...and where did Prince Rurik come from? Is he undead?

If that was a twist, I must say it was a bad time to throw it in...

'Hurrah!' shouted Xanthos, and their Ghostly Hero moved on to the altar.

'Defend me,' he said. 'I am sorry...you are in for an enemy that is not quite what you expected...'

And as he said this, from a silver balcony above the huge door, poison arrows rained down on them. Then, the huge door was smashed, and three giant beings stepped through, a load of creatures charging under their feet. Undead minions, ghouls, phantoms, and behind them came the skeleton armies, the wraiths, the damned clerics, the hellhounds.

'Baltimore...' said Symeon in disbelief.
'That's right,' said Baltimore's voice, and the undead army stopped. Baltimore stepped out from under a giant. 'There are hundreds of doors, where all the other groups are facing their challenges. But this door was the biggest. And with my powers, I knew it was you. Here is my army, and you are about to be destroyed.'
'Go on then,' said Xanthos.
'Ok. Die, first of the petty groups of adventurers, who would never make it to the great battle and achieve their goal...'

The army began to charge. It felt like an illusion, as the hellhounds hit them, and they felt the hexes on them. They began to fight, as if they could not control themselves...

And all of a sudden, from the skies above, came a huge screech. Hundreds of things were flying down, the biggest one at their head. They looked like Smoke Phantoms, in black cloaks, but they had purple mist inside them for skin and carried thin lightning bolts. All fighting down below stopped, and they turned to look at the sky.
The biggest one of the things spoke.
'Hahahahahaha...I am Jonare, great conqueror, servant of the great queen and the purple God...we have conquered all the worlds...except you...and another random one where we were too...powerful to contain ourselves, shall we say. Now, we have taken all the temples, including the ones here in the Crystal Desert. Tyria belongs to us...and you two forces are our enemies.'

'Grrrr....' groaned Baltimore. 'What have you done to my grandfather Grenth??? and my other undead companions???'
Symeon jerked. Baltimore was the grandson of Grenth?

'Oh, don't worry,' said Jonare in a patronising way. 'Grenth and his higher companions were found plotting their plan of action. We took them, and they are now being held in captivity. Shall we say, he is a falllen God? Haha. Now, continue fighting, why don't you? A battle between three is always fun.'

And at that moment, Baltimore stepped up to Symeon. They looked at each other, and nodded. The Ghostly Heroes who had let the undead through the door in belief that the humans were evil, stepped through. They had brought all the other groups of humans. The two races made formations around the altar.
And for the first time in his life, Symeon found himself having no revulsion in standing side by side with Grenth's minions. He saw Anna looking at him, smiling.

'Very well,' said Jonare, and cackled. 'We shall destroy you together, last enemies of this world. CHARGE, CONQUERORS!'
From the sky, the hundreds and hundreds of Conquerors came upon them.

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'The gods are all captured?' muttered Symeon. 'Not just Grenth, but Balthazar, Melandru, Lyssa, Dwayna...surely not? And I never heard any but Grenth returned to this world...true, Dwayna battled Grenth briefly in the Wintersday events, but apart from that...that means the Gods who deserted Tyria have come back again!'
'Indeed,' said Jack. 'Though they are not my Gods, I am sure together with what remains of the Canthan Gods, they can provide the driving force behind our armies that will let us defeat the Conquerors.'

And then, as they charged at the Conquerors, Symeon had a vision. The same picture of Balthazar-Melandru that he had seen in his dream appeared before him, struggling to break the chains and the bars of imprisonment. Symeon and his friends took the Conquerors head on. The Conquerors did huge damage to them, but when the huge things died it was like they simply blew away like another breeze in the wind.

However, there were a lot of them. Hundreds and hundreds. The undead army was dieing, as were some of the humans. They fought on desperately, as they did so Symeon saw Balthazar-Melandru becoming more desperate. And he imagined he was Balthazar-Melandru, and as he hit the Conquerors he imagined he was cleaving through the bars with an axe.

'They're too strong!' shouted Baltimore. 'We cannot win...we must retreat...they just keep coming...'
'No!' said Symeon. 'Wait...' and at that moment he swung his axe around through several huge Conquerors, with all his might. Balthazar-Melandru smashed through the chains and the bars, and looked at him. All the Gods made their way through the vision, escaping from captivity.
'Symeon?....'

'They're coming! The Gods are coming!'
And Symeon and all his friends turned to look up into the sky. There, before them, the huge Gods with their almost blinding outlines were striding through the air, weapons in hand. Dwayna rose up with her staff, and sent down a huge whirlwind storm. Lyssa sent down a plague of guilt upon the Conquerors, while Melandru fired an arrow that went through fifty Conquerors at once. Grenth stepped forward, and Baltimore shouted with joy. The god raised up his arms, and his most powerful minions fell from the sky, spreading disease amongst the Conquerors. And finally, Balthazar. Symeon watched as the great god of war took up his giant two handed sword and charged into the midst of the Conquerors, towering over them. For a moment he thought he saw Balthazar and Melandru merge. All the Gods then joined the battle.
'HURRAH!' they all shouted, as the army of Conquerors began to fade away in death, and the last stragglers were hunted down by Grenth's minions. They had won the battle.

And then, the Gods stood in a line and faced them.
'Great people of Tyria and Cantha,' said Dwayna. 'We have returned from our state of ignorance, and realised this world needs our help to be saved. We shall stand behind you against the evil race of Conquerors that intends to conquer all the worlds created by the many Gods of the universe.'
Baltimore ran up to Grenth and hugged his leg, while all the people bowed down low. All the undead fell on the floor at Grenth's feet.

'Now,' said Lyssa, in her beautiful voice. 'We know how much ship voyaging you have been through...so we will send you all and all the people who came to the Crystal Desert from Cantha, by our great method of transportation...flying..'

'What about the heroes?' said someone. 'We came here to get the Heroes and take them to Cantha...we have not won the battle to do that yet...'
'Oh, fear not,' laughed Balthazar in his thundery voice. 'The Heroes are definitely on your side now. There is no need for you to fight the people of the parallel worlds, for they are now to come to this world, to aid us further in the fight against the Conquerors, our true enemy.'

And with that, all the Gods rose up into the air, bringing all the people and undead and Heroes up into the sky with them. As they flew at great speed, the people who had been dwelling in Amnoon joined them, along with the people of the parallel worlds. They flew at lightning speed over the sea, and down onto the shores of Cantha, beside Kuri-Lenghe. The city was under siege by an even larger army of Conquerors, thousands of them...they would need clever tactics to win this battle. The army they had fought was tiny...there were hundreds of thousands of Conquerors in this world alone... We took the altar, the undead came with Baltimore, we started to fight them, then the Conquerors came and we fought together against them, then the gods came and talked to us and flew us to Cantha...

Eric was on the other side of Cantha (?)(i think so). He was meeting with the people who saved him earlier. The Exiled Canthans. I think we are in Southern Shiverpeaks..........reading is fundamental to success.