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Clexus · Joined: 28 Sep 2008 Posts: 3 Location: California

((I figured might as well add some rp stories here as well while we put most of the online rp on hold. I'm still here, just waiting for everyone to settle happily in their places so that things can run smoothly. Well, enjoy))

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"Friar! Friar come quickly!"

Clexus cursed under his breath, as he hurried over to the sound of the Stormwind guard. Though he never did think that cursing was a good way to solve a problem or to be used in any justified sense, the events now had changed his mind. The streets themselves were a blaze of orange and red flame, filled with thickened smoke and blackened char. The roof tops were mere ashes from the collapsed buildings and crumpled wood. The doors were shooting out fire, as it spat the hellish flames continuously through out the unholy night.

Clexus turned towards the Cathedral Square's gate, heading to the fountain in the center. The entire cobbled stone roads seemed to shine in the sickly red light as the fires burned all around the Square. He looked around quickly, trying to find the cry he heard before. He froze, staring towards the western gate out of the Square in complete horror at the sight he beheld.

The Stormwind guards had erected a crude wooden barrier, as they stood firmly behind it to face the onslaught of the undead horde. The masses of corpses and disease ridden flesh were more than double the guards that stood bravely against the attack. They did not seem to be fairing well as more and more of the vile minions jumped over the barricade and into the Square. Though the guards were quick to slash the undead in two, the odds were falling ill and soon all would be lost.

"Friar! Come quickly, we need to push back the undead. The legion is pushing hard from the Harbor, we need to drive them back to the sea."

Clexus looked over to the closest end of the barrier, where a lieutenant ranked guard hurried over to him. His helmet was gone, as his face was covered in dried blood and plagued flesh from the victims of his blade. His beard was knotted in a mass of blackish brown, from ash and soot that drifted thickly in the air. Stopping in front of Clexus, the young lieutenant panted to regain his breath. Dropping his shield and sword to give his taxed arms what little rest they could get, he looked back up the Clexus, "Friar. We need your help to push them back."

Clexus glanced over to the barricade, now seeing that the invasion force had increased in number, as their own began to dwindle faster. This was a loosing battle, and without any reinforcements, there would surely be no victory tonight. The Square would fall, and the Cathedral would burn. There was no chance at stopping it, and he knew that the ground that the guard so nobly fought for was not the right reason to be fighting.

"Lieutenant, I'm afraid the odds are against us this night. We must secure ourselves to a better location. Rendezvous with more of the survivors and stand to fight another day. The Square is lost, my son. We must fall back."

The young lieutenant shook his head furiously. Clexus smiled at the young lad. He may not be the brightest in the ranks or most experienced, but he had a good heart to defend what he thought was right. Unfortunately, what he had told the lad was apparently not the right thing for him.

"Friar, please! We need you to push them back. Let us rally under your call, and drive them to their watery graves." The poor lad's looks filled with sorrow and stubborn fury as he pleaded his cause to Clexus. The boy was good spirited, and Clexus would not let him or his men die this night if he could help it.

"Lieutenant, pick up your sword and shield. And listen to me." The soldier picked up his weapons with ease. Though the strain of having to carry the heavy weaponry was apparent in his face, the familiar hold of a blade was easily seen as well. "Lieutenant, I need you to gather some of your men at the barricade and head towards the Orphanage. You must gather as many women and children as you can. Our priority is to get them to safety. Do you understand?"

The young lad looked over towards the Orphanage, locking his gaze to the tall stone building that was quiet in the night. The children were hopefully being kept unaware of the actual dire situation at hand, as Clexus gave the young man some time to let the logic sink in. The children were the priority, undoubtedly. Most seemed to forget that it was the younger generations that were the key to why every man and woman fought. It was for the sake of a better life for their next kin to live out, once they had given them their chance at living. The soldier closed his eyes, muttering a soft prayer under his breath before looking back to the Friar. He gave a firm nod, as he locked his eyes with the elderly man. Clexus smiled softly, before nodding in return at the boy's just choice.

"Good. I'll head to the gate and see what little time I can give you to gather the women and children. Once you have gathered them all, I want you to head towards the far east gate. Wait there until everyone is safely out of the Square and signal me and your men. We will give one final drive before we sound the retreat. Hurry, my son!"

The lieutenant beamed at hearing the hope of the Friar's orders to defend the gate. Giving a quick salute, he hurried off towards the Orphanage as he called out to two of his men by the barricade. Clexus turned towards the wooden barrier, before moved quickly with what little strength his legs could muster. Age never seemed to be a positive thing when it came to running. Reaching the splintered wall, he analyzed the situation of the footmen and the undead attackers. The soldiers were in desperate need of healing, and the undead were not giving them time to recover their hold over the defenses.

Clexus sighed slowly, as he let out the tension in his body and mind. The Light was not meant to be wielded in emotion or strength. He felt the small tingles of the Light run through his finger tips, as he meditated himself to accepting more of its grace into him. Slowly but surely, the warm welcoming glow filled his form, spiritual and physical alike. He took in a renewed breath, now filled with the continuous energy of the Light. Every person became a shining beacon as their life force shined brilliantly in the evening night. The undead horde became a mass of empty darkness, as life was absent from their soulless bodies. Fixing his gaze on the living and dead alike, he gathered the holy energies around him, tightening the flows and ebbs that pulsed with each heart beat. Then, he let loose.

The spring of the tension's release was stunning, as the holy wave of light burst out from Clexus and spread all around. Watching the wave of golden light, it came into contact with the living. The souls of the footmen grew brighter, as their essence now shinned heavenly in the night that it could almost blind a man from the pure life energy that now intertwined with their spirits. As the wave of gold moved onward, it clashed with the empty void of the undead. The Light itself seemed to suck into the black abyss, as it filled the emptiness with the life energy. As life was given back to the decaying bodies held in their frozen state, the course of nature and its cycle fell into place. Every undead body unwillingly absorbed the Light, as their lifeless forms could only take the one thing that the life giving energies could give to them. Time.

The age of decay began to quicken, as their bodies now felt the pressure of the cycle that all life followed. The weight of the Natural Order laid waste to undead, as their mangled bodies broke in half or fell apart piece by piece. Their knitted flesh of necromantic bindings came undone as the Light seared through the unnatural hold over the corpses. One by one, as the wave pushed by, each undead minion fell the weight of the Holy Nova that moved through the gate's tunneled passageway.

Clexus relaxed, letting his mind and body drift again to allow more of the life giving energy to fill his form. Every fiber of his being became saturated with the Light, before he closed the flows off from him. Letting himself hold only a small amount of the endless energy, he let his vision clear as the physical world came back into focus. The footmen seemed to rally to the Friar, as they were given new hope to the once inevitable loss. However, the night was still not done. Clexus turned his attention back to the passageway. The remaining bodies littered the street, as some twitched with the relentless drive that had been instilled in them. But, further beyond the piles of rotting flesh and scattered remains, there came a more horrid sight.

The undead of the once innocent inhabitants of Stormwind before now became child's play. The bodies of the infected humans were being crushed and devoured by a new set of evil. The Lich King's armies had reached the Harbor, as Clexus stared at the sickly glowing eyes of the ghoulish legions that had once ran rampant through out Lorderon and Azeroth. The dark memories of the last war came back in a single thought, as all the screams and terror filled faces rushed back into his mind. The vile things had returned, and if they had come back...there would surely be more. This was just the start of the storm. Clexus looked to each of the footmen before him, as they stared in horror at the new enemy before them. The Light was still within him, as he guided it towards each of his fellow kin at arms. The Light rose in each of them, as a new divine force filled each of their bodies with renewed stamina and spirit. Lifting their moral as much as he could, Clexus faced the now advancing ghouls before them.