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 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…”

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 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.

We Might lost the battle but, WE SHALL NOT BE FORGOTTEN!!!!

And they sing together:

I am not immortal

I am just a man

A power-craving tyrant

Beyond the shadows in the sand

Men have come to fear me

Many bow and cry

Known across the desert

I am the one who will not die

I have faced the demons of our most desperate moments

I have been the one to defend our pride

I have worn the banner of my abandoned brothers

I will be the first one to give my life

Lost not forgotten

Reigning against the odds

Feared and respected living among the gods

Leading the empire

Spirit as black as coal

Lost not forgotten

King of the deathless soul

An epic novel no one's read

Pages torn and faded

The greatest story never told

Behold the kingdom I possess

Land of wealth and beauty

Where the streets are paved with gold

Once fearless and brave

A realm passed away

The ghosts of yesterday

Lost not forgotten

Reigning against the odds

Feared and respected living among the gods

Leading the empire

Spirit as black as coal

Lost not forgotten

King of the deathless soul

Lost not forgotten

Reigning against the odds

Feared and respected living among the gods

Leading the empire

Brutal and heartless

Vanishing further

Into the darkness

Lost not forgotten

King of the deathless soul

known only to the bravest. This call to arms signaled the attack upon the Orcs in hopes a finding a clue to Balur's Chasm and the God of Words.

The God bereft of Words

The God of Words have been kind to tell us every story and every details of Stormfall. Only those who have been able to gain the respect of God of Words live for eternity in the stories of told to the Sons and Daughters of Eldur and beyond.

The God of Words have told us of the many battles , the rise and the fall of Empires, the fight of Good against the forces of Evil but when he got the letter from the messenger of Balur, he had no words to explain the confusion and turmoil that stirred his soul.

The letter said the intention of Balur and the reason for his existence and the purpose he had been created. It was not something that the God of Words could fathom. The contents of the letter told the story started with the praise for God of Words and his conquests on the words beyond imagination. It then stated the introduction of Balur, the one we know as the Warrior of Darkness. It stated the tales of the vanquished, the tale of his people and his need to bring peace and harmony among his people. The tale of how they were forced out of their lands and how they tried to be at peace with the intruders and how it turned out to be a failure. The reasons for them attacking the realm and various establishment of the intruders who call themselves the Heroes of Stormfall.

The God's Chained Betrayal

The content of the letter was something that stirred the existence of Stormfall within the God of Words. He could not understand if Balur was just a circumstantial Evil or was Balur trying to use one more of his tricks to deceive him.

After days of turmoil within his soul, he finally decided to meet Balur and accept his invitation to visit the realms of Balur. The God reached the realm and was taken to Balur with respect. All he saw around was despair and poverty.

Then suddenly a chain snapped his hands and legs and a strap covered his face, the knights with him were slaughtered. The God of Words could not make a sound nor move his hand or fingers. Someone has sold his weakness to Balur and Balur has used against him. He was then taken to the Infinity Prison far inside the realm of Balur.

The news had to be sent to the Stormfall, the other Gods must be contacted to deliver the message.

The Age of War has Begun!!!!

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 Artifact that makes all unit stronger while fighting the minions of Balur and says "This is what we have to eradicate the existence of Balur from the World of StormFall. My Lords and Ladies, we need all the Courage and Troops to make sure we have all that we need to accomplish this. This is not for one League, one Banner but it is against the Forces of Evil that has bereft us of all words and has tried to break the communication between us. This is the one effort that we need to free the God of Words that has helped us to preserve the life Cycle of StormFall through language, helped to to discover the lost Art and helped us train them to understand the aim that we plan to achieve and Unite StormFall against the evil"

With this he waves his hand and calls out his troops to march to the further corner of the realm.

The Blessing of God of Words

Suddenly the ground starts to tremble, the winds blows the dust all over the shiny armor, the dragons start to scream , the dragon riders find it hard to control the dragons, the bears start to snarl and the look in ever golem and demon seem to emit the anger inside them. The Sky fills with light and a beam of light falls to the ground as if it would tear the world apart. From the burning crater that feels like filled with hot lava a scroll rises. Lord Oberon unmounts his horse and moves towards the crater, the heat makes him sweat but he still continues towards the crater. Then a gust of wind blows and the scroll drops in front of the Lord Oberon. He picks up hoping it would be hot but feels cold as ice. The seal resembles the seal of God of Words. Now we free him from the Infinity Prison.

We have been Blessed!!!

The Scribe deciphered the scroll and explained it to Lord Oberon. It contained the way to free the God of Words. The plan had to be executed and soon. The Army has been gathered and the march to the end of Balur has started. The gates of the Chasm is visible, the sky filled with the Wrath of Weor and blasted the ogres, orcs and orcish raider from their guards. The gate is clear and the army marches in killing everyone in the path. The guards of the Infinity Prison are taken out by the Priestess and the WarLord's cleared the rest of them.

The God of War is Free Now!!!

A blurred page

"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…”

 The orcs were obliterated, but it was too easy. What were they doing here, so few and so far from Balur's trecherous dungeon? Searching through the ashes of their ravaged camp, a pikeman spotted a partially burned coffer. In it the orcs had a blurred page from the Book Of Gloom and Gloom Seal, one of the seven that keep the Infinity prison doors locked.  So it is true ....they are real .... the doors can be opened and the God of Words set free. The page must be desciphered fast, but first the Balur's trackers that have also spotted the orc camp needed to be eliminated. 

Turning to face his people, Oberon proceded to blow a very loud Raspberry...Ppppptthhhrrrrup!!

This call was answered by the front line of troops , soon the whole gathering of man and beast rallied and the valley began to shake with sound              .

The sound carried ,loud and clear, to the ears of the Orc horde and they became afraid...

A mighty beast must be  on it's way to lick them..

Now that is what is known as a Raspberry Ripple !!!!

He turns to his people and gives them a special SIGN, raising his legendary sword high above him whilst on his trusty steed, the rays of the breaking sun hit his sword and with a  clap of thunder a burst of light spreads forward towards the Orcish camp blinding them. A thick cloud encapsulates Lord Oberon's army as they move towards the Orc's now unable to see the army of Lord Oberon coming.

Lord Oberon's Revenge ...............he raises the mummified right hand from a defeated orcish ogre. Holding the morbid keepsake, Lord Oberon solemnly states, "This is the right hand of the orc that killed my BROTHER. As the sun rises we will defeat this scourge in the name of my Brother and all that is Righteous!" The battle begins, with Lord Oberon leading his armies!