"The Shadow ruined your lives!" Havok preached, his voice amplified by the power. "Trollocs slaughtered your countrymen, even quiet, harmless villages like this weren't spared. What does the dragon do about it?" There was a murmur through the crowd, and Havok continued. "NOTHING! First he led the charge on shayol ghul, leaving the world to burn, and now hes off to shara, a nation we havent heard of!" Angry mutters spread through the crowd. "We have all been scarred by the Shadow, what will you dio about it? Will you join the shadowscarred, and fight for revenge, for liberty! The Dragons time is over, he has finished his task, now it is our turn, WHO WILL JOIN ME!" the crowd broke out in cheers and crys of confirmation. "I said, WILL YOU JOIN ME!" The answering shout deafened him. "YES!"

"...and, then Govenor Orbein saved the light channelers in a humongous bubble of air, and the rest of the tower crumbled to the ground. The Shadow army was defeated, and the Last Battle was won. Still not remembering anything?" Leah finisjed her account of the Last battle and sat panting, exhausted from her breatless tale. Baren's mind was still reeling from her long story and the implications of it. "Well... maybe i was attacked? And thats how i lost my memory?" Pherno speculated outloud. "Maybe." Leah responded, sighing. "Well, i need to go back to work, some wise ones and aes Sedai want to talk to you." Baren nodded as Leah left the room, and several women of indeterminable ages entered the room. Two were dressed in algode blouses and skirts, and the other three were in long dresses.

They came up to him and one of the wise ones said "You are the wanderer, correct?" It didn't sound like a question.

"Uh, yes, your... wiseyness?" He responded. The wise ones raised one eyebrow each and the Aes Sedai looked faintly smug.

"Wiseyness?" She said.

OOC: Thats all right, i had given no indication that i would change my ways, and you acted accordingly. No hard feeling, ok?  :)

IC: Pherno staggered and fell to the ground as the strange old man stepped through another doorway in the air. Leah rushed over to help him to his feet, and she hastily apologised for the old man, who she called GrandpaG, and his behaviour. He composed himself and said, "That is perfectly fine, Leah, he already apologised and it must have been a misunderstanding... or something. How did helift me up and throw me through that hole, anyway? And how did those.... doorways appear?"

"GrandpaG is a channeler." She said matter-of-factly, but then remembered his amnesia, and continued, "He has access to the True Source, the thing that drives all of creation. there are heaps of channelers, and they can do the most amazing things! They can walk on air, and control fire, and call lightning or storms, or-"

"I think i get the picture,thanks, Leah." Pherno interrupted her. "Well, it seems as though there is lots of things that i need to learn. Tell me more, maybe it will jog my memory. What is this 'Shadow' that you mentioned?" Leah looked pleased at the prospect of helping Pherno, the one she knew as Baren.

"Of course, Baren, now, the Shadow is the term used to describe the Dark One and all the evil people working for him."

Pherno gazed dreamily at her face as she explained more and more to him, he didn't feel anything returning, but it didn't matter, so long as he could hear the musical sound of her laughter.

I wonder why the DO did that, anyway? Presumably it was so Rand would be corrupted by it or use it to kill semi and break his silly no-violence-against-women thing, but wouldn't just letting semi control him and thus serve the DO hav been smarter?

Another thing, Rand though about how he could resist the TP because he had the CK, now that he blew up the CK, will he succumb to the TP? Will his struggle to fight the urge play a part in the next book?

OOC: good, i like the bleakness, the sorrow, the feeling of grey and black depression following a time of red and black war. I just LOVE that image. makes me proud to be evil.  ;D

IC: Havok prowled through the corridoors of the Shadowscarreds' fortress, known as Shadowkeep, with his permanently angry expression. He was always angry. Why? He didn't care. Should he care? No, he didn't think so. Blowing the door to the war room open with a weave of air, Havok entered the room and saw Lupin, Ringworm and the other generals standing around a table with a map of the continent on it.

Walking over to Lupin, the generals looking at him in contempt, he bowed and kneeled with his hand to his breast in front of the self-styled Scarlord. "What is thy will, my master?" Havok asked subserviently. lupin smiled. "You are done already? My, you are nearly as good as your father. For now, my will is simple, go to the village of Kindy and spread the Word of the Shadowscarred. tell them that we are a rallying point for all who hae been affected or harmed by the Shadow." Of course, he didn't mention that most of them used to work for the shadow, understandably. The use of Trollocs was explained by saying that they had been used by the Dark One as well, and that they were willing to serve a higher, greater cause.

Havok smiled as he left the room. When dreadlords were sent to recruit, often the villagers rejected them or only a handful left. The dreadlords then got to kill any who didn't join them, without the new recruits knowing. After all, they didn't want witnesses to report the Shadowscarreds' activities. Havok enjoyed killing. During the last battle, he had served the Shadow faithfully, but he didn't have his legendary fathers strength orskill with inventing weaves, but he had inherited his cunning, his profficiency with Fire, his pyromaniacle love of fire and burning things. He was Havok Henzig, sole son of Pherno Henzig.

OOC: personally, i dont think the whole invading shara thing is a good idea, but someone said it in GrandpaG's thread, and since this is set in the same time, so it is happening. Oh well.  :)

Lupin gazed over the map of the Westlands. It was an updated map, showing the cities that were still inhabited and the ones that were destroyed. It also included troop movements, and there were several red arrows representing the new Dragon Empire's forces moving into Shara through the waste, leaving only a token force of channelers and soldiers behind to begin rebuilding.

This was good for the Shadowscarred, very good. Lupin looked up at his generals, and said "How has the recruiting and the Trolloc Breeding Program going?" One of the generals, known only as Ringworm, replied "The recruiting is going surprisingly well, with hundreds of disheartened, grieving or confused peasants from the devastated towns and communities flooding in through out recruiters' gateways. They are almost eager to join our cause."

Ringworm paused, and continued "The Trollocs are breeding like rabbits, no-one has ever given them the order to simply 'breed' before, and they are taking to it with... enthusiasm. to be honest, i'd rather they were fighting than sitting around.... breeding. It makes routine checks on the camp somewhat awkward." Lupin nodded.

"It has been four months since the Great- the Dark One failed us and fell to the Dragon." Lupin announed. "And a year since the Last Battle started, when the Dragon broke the seals. In exactly one month, we will invade. redouble the training routines for our soldiers, when the time comes, we will be ready. Hail to the Scarred!" He finished his preaching with a righteous cry that was echoed by the generals.

Ps. does anyone know the trolloc gestation period and how long it takes for them to grow into adults? Is it human or shorter, like an animal?

He didn't know how he had survived that creatures' attack.... one minute it had been about to rip him apart, the next it had exploded like an overripe melon. He had looked around for the cause of this, but no-one was around. Strange.... Like when that  old man through him through that... doorway thing.

These two people, a small girl and a middle-aged man came up to him, seeing if he needed help. the voice sounded in his head again. Interesting... natives. They could be useful in helping us get off this island, and back to civilisation. Baren held his head in his hands, and thought "How could they help us get off? Surely if there are those creatures than no-one would want to live here, and would have left if they could?" The voice paused, as if considering the answer.

Fair enough, but we need help, anyway, and they can provide it. Then you can kill them. Baren was startled. "Kill them? Why would i kill them? They have shown nothing but kindness to me." The voice sighed, like a teacher with a particularly dull student.

Suddenly the strange people asked him his name, although it was hard to understand with there strange accent. He replied, and they led him inside their hut down the beach. When he was seated on a crude stool, the litte girl gave him a drink of water.

OOC: I have made a new thread, if anyone would like to know, about conflict in the new age, since grandpaG prefers more peaceful stuff than me, which is fine. Since this is his thread, i will not violate his wishes and be violent, so there is another thread set in the same time for that.

OOC: Since GrandpaG prefers PG-13 threads, which is fine, and doesn't want me diluting his threads with violence and fighting, also fine, i have made this thread to showcase war or fighting in the fourth age, just after the last battle. People can still channel, the Dragon Reborn is preparing to invade Shara, and in the far northern Blight, which has mostly returned to normal, Trollocs and the remaining Darkfriends and Dreadlords are gathering, calling themselves the Shadowscarred. After all, "The great battle is done, but the world isn't done with battle."

IC: Lupin watched from his room window at the line of Dreadlords practising in the courtyard. From his 15th story perch he could hear there rhythmic chanting and fire-ball throwing. The senior Dreadlord would chant and the trainees would repeat, emphasising the statement with a fireball at a target. would chant and then throw, chant and throw, all in unison.

"We are Dreadlords, we are tough!"

"We are Dreadlords, we are tough!"

fireball

"Nothing can stop us!"

"Nothing can stop us!"

fireball

"What do we do when we see a lightfool!"

"What do we do when we see a lightfool!"

fireball

"We make him wish he was in Shayol Ghul!"

"We make him wish he was in Shayol Ghul!"

fireball

Lupin was impressed. A few weeks ago, they would have faltered, but now, like the other Darkfriends and the Trollocs, they were gaining cohension, becoming an organised army. They could no longer relly on strength of numbers, so they needed tactics, and teamwork.

Imposing a training regime on the Trollocs and re-organising them into claws, fists, arms and herds was one of Lupin's more brilliant ideas. No-one had tried orgainising the Trollocs iot anything more than a fist, but soon, Lupin would have whole groups of Trollocs marching in rank and file, much more imposing than a disorganised rabble like they had been.

Soon, Lupin would show the world what he could do. Soon, he would show the world the power of the Shadowscarred, HIS power. With over 110'000 Trollocs and counting, and an army of 250 Dreadlords, most of whom now had a profficiency in Lupins Necromancy weaves, and could raise and control over 50 dead bodies at once, the Shadowscarred were a force to be reckoned with.

OOC: Just so you know, i do not appreciate my character being moved without my consent, especially since he cant remember how to channel and even if he did gateways wont work on this island. Not meaning to sound rude, at all.

IC:Pherno was paralysed with shock. First thing he had been sitting on a bed next to Leah, next an old man had walked in and Pherno had begun floating through a hole in the air. Very, VERY strange. Or was it normal? He couldn't remember... Suddenly a large, man-sized lizard walking on two legs burst out of the bushes next to him, let ut a strange cry, and charged.

OOC: Well, i. uh, actually wasn't going to revive him and get him to kill everyone, you see, my plan was for GrandpaG to leave him be, accepting that his memory is lost and he is harmless, Pherno and Leah would fall in love, then Pherno would go through the columns to try and get his memory back (well, the channelers could try to program them to show one persons history and not there ancestors) and,

horrified at seeing a movie-type thing of him slaughtering dozens of men, women and children, burning stuff and just generally being an evil prick, (inspired from the scene in the TV show Heroes when the serial-killing, mass murderer Sylar loses his memory and the creepy dude with dreddies reveals it to him, Sylar is horrified and keeps saying, "No... No... No..." over and over and he slumps down to the floor, quite a good scene, really.)  he would seek forgiveness and become an Asha'man. (because, his memory didn't return fully, he just watched a very life-like movie of his life, and so he turns out not evil.)

All this time no-one except GrandpaG knew who he really was, because the old Pherno looked very different from new Pherno, so no-one recognised him. He also didn't know he could channel until he went through the columns. I suspect things would get VERY interesting when he and Orbein meet.

I promise he won't go on a killing spree. Considering he cant remember how to channel, that will be hard.

IC: GRANDPAG! What was that about! He was just a poor lost soul, he just barely survived staggering in from the waste, and then you dump him through a gateway! HOW COULD YOU! I know his haircut wasn't very good, but thats no reason for that! Now, explain yourself! Leah was indignant and outraged.

OOC: Please respond to my last post. not meaning to sound rude.

IC: Lupin didn't know how he had survived that lightning bolt that a Dedicated had thrown at him during the battle for Tar Valon, but he had, with only a large burn scar on his chest to remind him of the event. Now he controlled the bulk of the surviving Darkfriends, Dreadlords and Shadowspawn. The only reason he controlled the shadowspawn without being chosen was because he held their chieftains loyalty.

In a way, the rest of humanity owed him a great debt. Without him controlling the many trolloc chieftains, they would be rampaging through the countryside, destroying everything. With Lupin in control, they were constricted to the northern part of the blight, near the polar caps. Even the hardy trollocs found these conditions tough to live in, but Lupin needed the world to think that they were extinct or scattered, andthey needed to be fasr from Shayol Ghul for that to happen.

Lupin was gathering his servants to a Fortress not unlike the one moridin owned in the northern Blight area, near where his Trollocs were being kept. He only had a few hundred dreadlords, and a few thousand darkfriends, but he was training them, making an organised army out of what was once a disorganised rabble. The Shadow was dead, but Lupin's forces, the Shadowscarred, still had the potential to rule the world.

they could have inverted it. They could have skimmed to get ahead, if they didn't know the ground. but, they let the Seanchan get away. Why? i dont know. We may never know. But, Elaida didn't tell many Aes Sedai about travelling, only a few, and so none of them may have been taken. If elaida says, "I will never reveal Travelling to you" during a rage, she CAN'T ever reveal it, even if she wants to later on. Lol.

The man finished his soup and handed the bowl back to the mysterious girl who had helped him. She looked no older than 25, but that could be misleading if she was a channeler. Ah, so you DO remember some things the man jumped as a strange voice sounded in his head. "Who are you?" he thought. Who am i? I am you, a previous incarnation of your soul. Came the reply. The voice was raspy, and sounded like crumbling leather, not human at all if the voice was correct."Very well... i suppose thats a better answer than me being crazy."

"My names Leah." The girl said, bringing him back to the present. "What should i call you? You can't remember your name." The man said he didn't know. She thought about it for a bit, then said "Hmmm.... how 'bout i call you.... Baren. I had a cat named Baren once. Then it died." she looked sad.

"I suppose Baren will do. Thank you for naming me, Leah." She smiled, and Baren felt his heartrate quicken.... she really WAS beautiful.

Suddenly GrandpaG walked into the room. "Now, Leah, lets take a look at the person-" he stopped once he saw who was sitting on the bed.

Epilogue

Lupin stared in shock and horror as the White Tower crumbled and the top two floors floated slowly to the ground in a bubble of air. The Trollocs and darkfriends that hadn't been killed by the rubble, barely a few thousand, fled into the hills. Lupin still couldn't believe it.... Shai'tan was DEAD! How could the Dragon have won.... it was.... IMPOSSIBLE!

There weren't many Dreadlords left, less than a hundred, and Pherno and Dovien were both missing, presumed dead, and the rest of the high-ranking Dreadlords had been killed as well. Even the Chosen were dead. Demandred had fallen to Nynaeve al'Meara in a duel, Moghedian had been killed by Aviendha, Egwene had killed Mesaana and Aran'gar, and Moridin was almost certainly dead at Shayol Ghul. In fact, the highest-ranking surviving dreadlord was Lupin.

Well, maybe hope wasn't lost after all. There were still tens of thousands of shadowspawn and many Darkfriends left. Maybe, if they regrouped, they could still cause the Light some trouble. Who needed the Great Lord anyway? it was time for humanity to rise as the sole rulers of the earth, with shadowspawn slaves serving as warriors. The Shadow would rise again.... and Lupin would lead it.

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Min watched in horror as shayol Ghul collapsed, the last of the Light soldiers escaping as the entrance caved in. Shayol Ghul, the most feared place since the breaking, was now a pile of rocks, with lava bubbling out of holes in its side. All she could think about was rand. He hadn't come out. "Rand.... No." She sobbed. Elayne began crying, and even Aviendha began tearing up.

Suddenly the place where the entrance had been exploded, causing them all to jump, and Rand staggered up, blood pouring from his side. "RAND!" Min, Elayne and Aviendha cried out in unison, and they ran to embrace him. Rand laughed and held up his sword. "I did it! Shai'tan is dead! Not imprisoned, DEAD! The Shadow is no more, the Light has WON!!!" The soldiers cheered.

A gateway opened behind them and Nynaeve came outwielding a strange stave. She ran up to Rand, sparing a glance for the wreckage of Shayol Ghul, and pointed the stave at rands side. the wounds glowed and healed, leaving only a pale scar, no trace left of the half-healed, never-healed wounds. Nynaeve smiled, and said, "I found this in the towers ter'angreal stash. Good work rand, we won"

OOC: Well, the Battle for the tower is over for Pherno. But this mysterious "man"'s story is just beginning.

IC: The man woke up to water trickling down his face, oh, how he hurt. He tried to drink it, and the trickle of water moved over his mouth, and he began gulping it down. Opening his eyes, Pherno saw a pretty, blond girl with a concerned expression looking at him. She pulled the waterskin away, and dabbed his face with a wet handerchief. "Are you alright?" She asked. "You were pretty badly hurt, before we got a Wise One to Heal you. Your lucky, had you been longer, your burns would have left a mark." She smiled expectently, as if wanting him to respond. The man smiled dreamily.... was he supposed to say something? Who could say something to her....

Suddenly realising that he was in a strange place surrounded by stranger, he sat upright. "Where.... where am i?" She frowned, as if he was crazy.

"Why, you are in Rhuidean, well, New Rhuidean, as some people are calling it. Most of the Aiel still say that it's called Rhuidean, but Rhuidean was smashed out of existence by the Shadow, so, the rest call it New Rhuidean." The man was still confused.

"Wait... Shadow? Aiel? What are they?" She frowned again.

"So, you've never heard of the Aiel? Or the Shadow? Have you been living under a rock the past three thousand years? How-" She stopped as if suddenly realising something. "You.... you don't remember, do you? You have amnesia, it's the only answer. Do you know your name?"

"Uh.... no..."

"How about family, where are they?"

"I.... don't know."

"How did you come to be in the middle of the Waste, with no memory?"

"I.... uh... what is the Waste?"

Suddenly Orbein threw the Weaves he had been forming, and they spun toward Pherno. The weaves wrapped around him before he could do anything, and he couldn't move. "What is this weave! It surely is a peeve!" Pherno shouted, as he tried to unravel the weave. Orbein smiled, and said "Once this weave is complete, i will die, but it will be worth it." Pherno realised that he might not escape this one, as the weave resisted all attempts to unravel it. the weave drew tighter and Pherno knew that it was nearly completed.

Bending all the power at his disposal, Pherno wove fire, and tried to burn the weave away, and it began loosening. Suddenly Pherno kicked outward, and a fireball streaked from his foot toward Orbein. Orbein was distracted, and the strange weave, highly unstable, went out of control. Their was an explosion of light, and they both cried out.

When the light faded, they were both back on top of the tower, out of the world of dreams. They were on the ground, gasping for breath, and Pherno realised that hours had passed while they had been fighting. Their were only a few light channelers on the roof, as the rest were on the lower levels, trying to hold back the Shadowspawn, but they were losing ground. The channelers on the roof all ran to help Orbein, who, like Pherno, was badly burned and groaning in pain.

Pherno staggered to his feet. Shadow, it hurt. It was like when he had been killed by Jon, before the Great Lord had resurrected him in his twin brothers body. Orbein was just as hurt, but he was getting healed soon, by the Aes Sedai surrounding him. "That is Enough! Time to see if you are tough!" Pherno shouted, or at least he thought it was a shout, but it probably came out as a croak. To emphasize his statement, he threw a fireball at Orbeins feet, and the Aes Sedai backed away.

Pherno raised his sword and charged. Orbein followed suit, and there blades crashed together. Callandor was shining with a brilliance that matched the sun, and Pherno's angreal shon with a black light, like the depths of the Dark One's soul, and together they looked like the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai.

Suddenly, Pherno's sword began cracking. Small, barely visible cracks of pure light began forming and spreading through the black crystal of the dark angreal. Pherno saw it, and was horrified. "This can't be happening! My sword is cracking!" As the words left his mouth, the black angreal exploded in light, and they were both knocked backwards. Orbein lost his grip on Callandor, and it fell to the ground between them.

Before anyone could react, Pherno had pulled the sa'angreal to him with air. Rising to his feet, Pherno advanced on Orbein. It would end here, and the world would burn.

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Rand was tired. So, so tired. He had been battling the Dark One, a man-sized figure made of pure shadow, for nearly four days straight. Moridin had opposed Rand, and they had battled, but Rand had triumphed, and knocked him off the edge of the pit into the depths of the Pit of Dhoom. Now, the Dark One was winning.

Rand didn't know how he had kept it up, but despite his fatigue, he had battled to his best. But it wasn't enough, the Dark One would win. As he parried another of Shai'tan's sword blows, Rand realised something, the only way to win would be to Sheathe the Sword. It all made sense, and would fulfill the Prophecies. His blood on the rocks of Shayol Ghul. Rand prepared himself, and left himself open. The Dark One stabbed, and his shadowy sword pierced Rands side, but Rands sword, shining with radiant brilliance like Callandor, went straight through the Dark One's chest.

The last thing Rand heard as blackness overcame him was the infernal shriek of Shai'tans death.

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Pherno raised Callandor over Orbein, who had been knocked down again by Pherno, and he prepared to bring it down. "Your time is nigh, Tsorovan M'hael, your ship is about to sail." Pherno laughed. Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliant light in the far north, so brilliant that Pherno was temporarily blinded and dropped Callandor. The light faded, and Pherno felt.... empty. It was like something that had been there for all his life had been ripped away, something important. He also felt.... not angry. Not happy, or calm, but his negative emotions, his anger, hatred, envy, jealousy.... were all... subdued.

He realised what had happened. Who had influenced his negative emotions? Who had Pherno sworn to when he was still young? Could it be? Could the Great Lord have.... lost? Deep in his heart, he knew the answer, and every Darkfriend, Dreadlord and Shadowspawn knew the answer as well.

The Trollocs howled. the Darkfriends and Dreadlords were frozen from shock. Pherno was so shocked, he didn't realise that he was losing control of Saidin. Light streamed from every pore in his body, and he screamed as the collected power of 72 strong dreadlords and Vora's sa'angreal coursed, uncontrolled and wild, through his veins. The Dreadlords in his circle screamed too, as one by one, they all were reduced to piles of ash. Vora's Sa'angreal shattered, and Alviarin exploded in flames like the others.

Pherno screamed, held by the power for what seemed like ages as Orbein watched in half-horrified, half-satisfied fascination. Suddenly, the light faded, and Pherno stood there, his skin mostly fine, but his clothes and hair charred and burned. Before anyone could do anything, a Gateway formed behind him, and Pherno fell through it, and it closed.

lol.... kinda

Pherno saw Orbein standing stock-still in the middle of his fiery attacks, his shield holding despite the force that Pherno was applying. He was sweating heavily.... he must be tiring. There were weaves of all five powers faintly drifting around him, but they couldn't be a threat. Pherno's smile faded as he concentrated, and suddenly the fireballs stopped, and Pherno concentrated his power into a massive drill of flames and air.

Pherno spun his arms around in front of him and thew drill expanded, shooting forward into Orbeins shield. His shield held for a few moments, but it buckled and finally shattered. Orbein was knocked backwards by the force of the blow, and Pherno let his firedrill dissipate as he ran forward, ready to finish this.

Pherno didn't know what he had done. One minute there had been two large rocks crushing his arms, and the next he had wished that they weren't there and his that his arms were better, and they were. Pherno grabbed his sword and threw a storm of firey weaves at the shocked Orbein. Orbein deflected them and stepped backwards.

Pherno held his hands together, and wove fire. Soon, flames surrounded him, flickering and grasping around him like a flaming coat. Suddenly Orbein sent a storm of lightning at him, but Pherno's fire-coat expanded and formed a huge shield in front of him, and the lightning blasted uselessly into the powerful weave. "Time to die, Orbein, sorry but you've been a pain." Pherno shouted gleefuly, and his arms shot forward, and the flaming coat followed them, becoming a huge wall of twisting flames. Orbein easily defended himself with an air-shield, but he didn't see the volley of fireballs Pherno had sent after the firewall.

I lol'ed at that moment

The man stumbled past the first line of wooden huts that formed the city of New Rhuidean. More stone buildings were being built closer to the centre, but it would take ages to rebuild all of the city to even a shadow of its former glory. Several refugees, most not Aiel, saw him and came running over. the man, his strength finally exhausted, collapsed to the ground, and the last word he muttered was, "Help... me..." and then darkness overcame him.

OOC: that is so creepy, i was planning to do that to you... attack with my sword.... creepy...  :o

Pherno parried the surprise attack with his glowing black sword and made an attack with his blade. Pherno was no slouch with the sword, although he enjoyed using the power more. They fought for what seemed like hours, parrying and riposte-ing, thrusting and slashing, but no blows were landed, and they were both unharmed.

Pherno dodged one of Orbeins thrusts and knocked him off balance with a surprise weave of air, and orbein nearly fell. Pherno seized his chance and knocked Callandor out of Orbeins hands. The shining sword arced past them and landed several feet away, out of reach. Laughing, Pherno was about to pull Callandor to him but Orbein leaped at him, knocking them both to the ground.

Pherno sliced the ball of lightning in half with a lash of flames, and it fizzled out uselessly. Pherno smiled. Orbein was tiring. All that channeling from on top of the tower must have been exhausting for him.

Pulling his arms back, as if about to push something, Pherno wove fire and flames began swirling in his palms. Suddenly Pherno pushed his hands forward, and a storm of ribbons of flame shot out. The ribbons swirled and snaked, like they were alive as they headed for Orbein.

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Daerod sent another fireball at the lightfools lines, but it fizzled out long before it reached them. This was ridiculous! But they were gaining ground. Thel ightfools had been pushed to the third floor, and their line had been broken at several places throughout the halls. Their were simply too many Trollocs. Hopefully, their were enough.

Suddenly there was a roar, and Daerod was shoved aside and nearly crushed by the massive bulk of the Bower that had just crashed through the hall. The Bower shrugged off the weaves of the lightfools and smashed into them, crushing several instantly and ripping apart more. the Trollocs howled and dashed forward to flood the broken channelers. Scattered and disorientated, the lightfools that didn't flee were soon killed by the bower or a trolloc that managed a surprise blow.

The Trollocs and bower paused for a few minutes to feast on the flesh of the fallen channelers, but then they finally moved on, down the hall, and hopefully to a stairway.

Pretty sure its to seduce him.

Ewww.... shes like, 60... Ewwww....