As Lord Oberon turns to his people, He regretfully informs them of the gods capture, The bloodthirsty orcs have over stepped the lines this time, With all his breathe he yells "As the heir of Veyon, Scion the Firstborn it is my duty to ensure the safety of Stormfall". With that said, All the lords and ladies across the land marched towards the horizon, Balur has gone too far this time. A massive battle ensued, leaving many injured and thousands dead, Only the mightiest of the mighty survived. Lord Oberon himself, was left bloody and weary afterwards, With his last breath he yelled "Jet Fuel can't melt steel beams, But I can!".

Indicating the League which would have the honor of leading this attack. The Warlock League was to lead, the Marshall gave the command to advance to his Lords.

The warlocks and necros sent their magical attacks ahead, the flying corps of dragons, wyverns and chimera flew and flamed. Then the massive sound of the various mounted divisions came as they charged, along with the heavy tread of the foot soldiers.

The battle was bloody and deadly, but in the end, only the battle horns of the Warlock League were to be heard.

The Warlock Marshall reported back to Lord Oberon and handed him the Orc generals head.

Oberon turned to his people and said: "After this great victory against the people of the dwarves as it is high time to tackle a new Dragoniers for ultimate victory and to honor the gods of war"

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"....a sign from ancient times. A sign every one of us knew. It was a sign for the fabled War Eagles. We all lift our hands with the same sign and follow Oberon in calling out the words unspoken for generations. 'War Eagles! The feast is prepared!'

     A sudden, rushing wind blasts passed us from behind and we turn to see the sky filled with Eagles, the Ancient Ones, who had vowed to remain aloof and neutral during these current struggles. All any of us knew was that an eagle hadn't been seen in our skies since this age began generations ago. We had begun to think they were fairy tales for children.... yet, here they are.

     Every one of us is struck dumb as we behold this wondrous sight. Oberon signals us to stand down and rest in place. He strides up and down the line shouting 'Enjoy the show!'

    But, of course, you know the rest of the story. It's all anybody talks about around the homefires anymore, and I'm one of the proud who enjoyed the show..."

   The stunning saphire ring, on Oberon's broad, battlescarred, left hand, caught those first feeble rays of sunlight.

Bursting into flaming glory,the sign that all awaited, breaking through the darkness of Darkshine, to lead them forward.

Here, indeed, was the sign all good folk of Stormfall had been awaiting, no cry was needed, the charge, was victorious.

The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN, as with a wave of his hand, all the banners of the assembled armies shimmer and turn to gold.

Oberon raises his voice and his voice booms out over the assembled host "Brethren, you have answered my call and assembled here today to face Balur's horde and turn the tide of this struggle, you represent every race, every creed, and every land who has chosen to fight against the coming darkness.  Yesterday you were enemies, and tomorrow you may be again, but for today, you are united against the dark, so I say to you, fight for your honour, fight for your lands, and fight for your lives, for if we lose here, all will be swept into darkness.  This will not happen, today we will prevail, and all who fight here will be remembered for eternity."

The watching armies cheer as Oberon mounts his steed, raises his sword, and as the sun hits the blade, the host cry out "FOR THE LIIIIIIGHT!" and charge against the hordes of darkness.

Lord Oberon raises and open palm to the sky as a ball of light pulls from his hand and explodes into a million diamonds. They rise into the still darkened sky like souls ascending. Only fading when they and the stars are one. “The gods are pleased. We are exactly where we are meant to be. Your women and children,your jewels, and the creatures who took them, lie inside that camp. On this morning flames will lick the sky and the sweet odor of victory will be smelled for miles in every direction. Take what has been stolen and give nothing in return!” Roared the Lionous Lord Oberon as the fire in his eyes set the world ablaze.

The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special sign that the battle to come will be met with the favor of the gods. Lord Oberon calls for his herald to raise the Black Standard of the Fallen so all will know this day will not be civilized battle between Lords, but the utter extermination of vermin, no quarter asked, nor given. His Lords, quickened in anticipation, raise a cry of furious cry for the souls of the Fallen as the Standard is thrust skyward, spurring their mounts ever faster toward to the field of honor. This will a day long remembered for the rivers of Orcish blood which flowed, the feasting of carrion on the remains of Underworld perversions, and the Glory of Oberon, Heir of Veyron, Scion of the Firstborn, Protector of the Realm and our Lord Regent of Stormfall.

"The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN…”

At that sign, the chimeras and dragons that, until then, had remain hidden, took wing as quietly as such great beasts could do. Flying low, they took the camp unawares. The first sounds of battle were the screams of the Orcs being bathed in dragonfire.

Oberon turned to look at his advisors with a smile. Pulling out his jeweled longsword, he merely pointed forward, then started riding at a slow pace, the rest of his army following.

"The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN…”

And with great fear and even greater courage, for only a true leader overcomes his fear, Lord Oberon then did gift his warriors small and large with the secret to free the Lord of Words...with the one thing the hideous orcs could never imitate nor steal with their twisted tongues and lying voices– he gave his people a Word to free the God of Words...not some mere utterance of passersby on a thoroughfare, not some vulgar exclamation in a tavern or lower place, but a Word of Power, a special Word that contained both music and majesty, both grace and force, the likes of which had not been uttered since the first dawn of the ancient world, in the Time Before Time, when even the Gods swam in murky unformed chaos and prayed for a solid place to cast their schemes. And so did Oberon, scion of the First Humans, fulfill the hidden Prophecy of the Glorious Age, when petty gods would begin to lose their power, when evil beings should begin to see their end, and when the Age of Man would truly begin...and not the Last Age, but the First! And when Lord Oberon whispered that Word of Power, it carried across fields and fiefs, was heard by newly trained Archer and Western Dragon alike, and everyone in between, and it was acknowledged by Assassins dreaming dark Assassin's dreams and welcomed by Golems as they planned their sleepless schemes; it was rejoiced in by both Fallen and Vampire, who each have a part to play, and in the most distant places inconsequential gods covered their ears, and could still could not stifle the victory cries of the lowest Lords and Highest League Champions because that Word of Power, which made the newly-formed Purple Rose of Destiny spring full grown on a distant mountain peak, that Word of Power which sent many of those in the dark Army of the Night run screaming in terror never to be seen again, that Word was explained later best as Freedom, but the Scribes acknowledge that translation as grossly incomplete...and some say it echoes still, even in caverns forgotten by the wise...but the Purple Rose of Destiny must be acquired by a chivalrous hand to speak the Word of Power that each now knows but cannot say, and even now....the Armies of the Sunrise assemble, and the Armies of the Night gather to find the Rose.

Or die trying.

"The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN…”

He raised his arm and made with his hand the V for victory. All knew this was the point of no return, the moment to excell.

Since words have to be freed all armies turned to their dragons to receive the gift of pens out of the wings of those mythical creatures.

This day, this moment will be remembered through all times as the moment that the pen has been mightier then the sword.

The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle against the darkness. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN, as with a wave of his hand, all the troops of the assembled armies will strike that prison and Recuse the "GOD OF WORDS".

Oberon raises his voice and his voice booms out over the assembled host "Brethren, you have answered my call and assembled here today to face Balur's horde and turn the tide of this struggle, you represent every race and every land who has chosen to fight against the coming darkness.  Yesterday you were enemies, and tomorrow you may be again, but for today, We are united against the darkness, so I am saying to you, fight for your honour, fight for your lands, and fight for your peoples, and if we lose here, all will be swept into darkness.  This will not happen, today we will prevail, and all who fight here will be remembered for centuries."

The marching armies cheer the Oberon mounts his steed, raises his sword, and as the sun hits the blade, the host cry out "FOR THE LIGHT!" and fight against the hordes of darkness and i say we will defeat the armies of Balur and Recuse the "GOD OF WORDS"..

The Age of War has begun. It has seen the rise of Lord Oberon, through his righteous deeds and boundless courage, and through his leadership of countless armies in the war against darkness. To this day, Lord Oberon remains undefeated in battle. As the first rays of sun pierce the morning twilight, Oberon spies an Orcish camp just on the horizon. He turns to his people and gives them a special sign, raising high on his trusted mount, the Percheron Mr. Edeard, he slaps the sides of his helm with armored hands as he cries horrible oaths towards the Orcs, "Cowardly Orcish non-persons! Tremble before the Mighty mighty might of Oberon!! You are unwashed, and ill-mannered!! Your order of battle looks like the Village People rehearsing!! Your mothers were Orcs. And they wore Orcish combat boots."

The assembled Stormfall vanguard beams in admiration of the unparalleled taunting skills of their Lord and Scion. Truly, there is none better at using witty repartee to strike fear into the dark hearts of their foe than the incomparable Oberon and his trusted stead Mr. Edeard. What a proud moment for all of Stormfall-kind!! Lord O. strikes a heroic pose for the Royal Court Painter of Very Important Lords in Truly Heroic Poses, as he calls for the Battle Clappers to be loosed. Made of the bladders of fallen dragons, fitted to massive banks of Golem horns, the Battle Clappers raise a cacophonous flatulent noise (and smell, quite frankly) when compressed. "Let these vile droppings of the Underworld quake in fear before our rolling thunder!! They will know fear so great they will make doody upon themselves!" Oberon proclaims. The Royal Court Scribe For Capturing Clever Things Very Important Lords Say, is struggling to keep up with the unending wit, and carefully crafted, wordplay of our Leige.

This shall be a day long remembered in Stormfall history, for all shall sing the Heroic Deeds of Lord Oberon, Scion of the Firstborn, Lord Regent of Stormfall, Holy of Holies, King of Kings, Totally Most Excellent of All, Inventor of the Wheel, and Genuinely All Around Nice Fellow, not to mention Godfather of My Children, and Grand Prize Winner of the Why I should Rule The World Essay Contest.

By my hand I have caused these words to be engraved in the Chronicles of Honor and Legend,

Lord Sic O'Phant, Minister of Propaganda and Royal Court Bootlick, Stormfall, Inc.

WAR OF SAPPHIRE

.......He turns to his people and gives them a special sapphire which lets them to revive endlessly if they fall in battle with orcs till they save God of Words.

Battle was fierce; orcs were like an ocean and their dead bodies created a mountain. The epic battle lasted 2 days without a break. Oberon's people and Oberon himself felt so many times yet they rise again thanks to the SAPPHIRE which Gods have enchanted for Oberon and his people to ensure saving one of their own from Balur's chasm in the end of this final battle. And like many wars before, Oberon was victorious. God of Words started a new chronicle immediately upon his rescue and named the final battle as War of Sapphire. Because all knew that without Sapphire this battle was a lost one.