The Fall of the Sorcerer-Kings (Main IC thread)

[Sadko]

Kirok's arrival was very pleasing in the capital, Emirs of the other cities of Nashim Sultanate were also notified about this, and about the big gathering, that meant all the Vassals of Kirok, all Emirs, and all Military ranked chiefs were ordered to come to Jalen at once. The High Taulg was already alive and worked like a tense mechanism. The long table was prepared, all seats had people's name on them, the preparation lasted for some time before any of the invited personnel came.

Now, everyone had arrived to the beautiful city of Jalen, it is almost 4 o'clock in the morning, but Jalen works hard, nobody is asleep but little kids, people are curious of what Kirok had made with Osther, and what had been made. "I am pleased to see you all in this Sacred Hall of Taulg, my hard-working, honest friends, i am here to tell you, that we are now both economically and military allied with The Proud City-State of Chronum, as well as the birth of a great faction had been made, thus "The Knights of Order" had been made to form war against the chaos." Kirok had exclaimed, the voice was so strong, so inspiring and motivating, eyes couldnt go away from him, the personell listened patiently. Cheers and applause had greeted Kirok's speech gently, but the meeting itself wasnt done, the restless discussion of the nation happened to go from 4 o'clock in the morning till the very noon.

At the end of the meeting, all Emirs were headed to their cities, all Vassals were going to their forts, all of them preparing their best men for any troubles, yet Kirok kept his wise motto steady, he was not to attack first, he was prepared, and would strike at any signs of conflict, like a deadly cobra.

[Fussiler1]

''My lord proposes an alliance between our two nations. With the dead of king Etmor, he believes that the Orcs and Minotaurs will seek to gain Etmor's dominant position among the kings and he is not content with letting that happen. With your help, he would hopefully be able to beat those two factions and reinstate order where there would be chaos. My lord values peace immensily, though he has not known much of it. Together, our two nations would be able to restore the peace, find the murderers and punish the enemies of us both.'' the diplomat said with a cold tone, as if he was reciting a letter. He seemed professional and bowed again after he had spoken, awaiting the answer of the king before him. The tiredness seemed to glide off him, strangely, as he spoke.

Meanwhile, with the Djinni occupied, Eluem observed them. He could crush them if he wished. They were occupied with the enemy.. it gave him a good chance. The rage had faded strangely and a calm peace came over him. Perhaps it was because this hadn't been quite the disaster it could've been, or perhaps it was because the stress had been taken off him. There was no army he had to take care of, no people he had to protect, there was nothing. He sat there and waited, resisting the urge to strike. He just enjoyed the sight, honestly, though the air continued to crackle around him as he gathered more and more fire, hidden by his spells. And now, as his enemies were distracted, he moved somewhat closer. A smile appeared on his face and his breathing was getting heavier. He felt the power.. what difference was there between him and a god now, he wondered. He cast another spell as he prepared to attack, one which made his projectiles invisible. It was a spell just like the one he currently used, though he wasn't certain if the Djinni could see through the illusions he used for his attack. Eluem chuckled as he was done and after two minutes of waiting, he attacked, casting huge, but invisible, fireballs towards the Djinni,

[Azathoth]

Cedrian nodded as a myriad of servents entered carrying all the items he had previously requested. One of them sat a chair behind the diplomat, a second third and fourth placed a table in front of it, and a fifth set a chair for Cedrian himself. He walked down the steps of the raised dais his throne rested on, as he sat down more servants came with bread, cheese, wine, water, and any other food and drink one might request.
"A military alliance? While I agree something needs to be done, I have always experienced King Eluem to be rash in his decision making, commiting entire armies to the field with no hope of aid arriving in time?" Cedrian said pointedly, hinting that he knew that Eluem had already moved into Myriad.

[Rtron]

The wounded Djinni turned to face the fireballs attacking him. It chuckled. It's mouth opened impossibly wide, and it began eating the fireballs. It nearly did it to. Nearly. At around the third or fourth fireball, it screamed. A painful sound that destroyed nearby eardrums. Then, the screaming ended, and was replaced with a massive explosion. It rocked the landscape, leaving a massive crater where the Djinni had been, near the leader of the undead army. The remaining Djinni turned towards the Sorcerer King, wrath on it's face. "You will pay for that." It hissed. Ignoring the undead army, it began throwing it's own fireballs at the sorcerer king, all the while advancing. The explosions were worse, if that was possible, than previous whenever these struck. All the while, the defenders of the newly crafted Sargas fort watched impassively, awaiting the outcome of the battle.