*From outside the temple*

T'cherak walked inside the temple with sure steps. These monks perhaps were good fighters, but he knew well they didn't stand a chance against him. He held his sword ready and as he walked along the corridors, heading straight for their leader's room, he had asked his servant where it was, he was prepared to fight any resistance he'd encounter. Soon they arrived. The monks charged the king of Death and attempted to fend him off, but they realized he was too big to pin down, and went in close combat with him. Unfortunately for them, his sword, the size of a very tall man, cleaved through their ranks like butter, and when they fell, a minion of T'cherak's rose in its place.

Soon he had a small batallion of undeads, and the maximum amount he could raise without his blight ability ((22)), and they fought back the monks. One of them got under his sword and delivered an uppercut on T'cherak's chin. T'cherak took a step back and grunted, and then his minions overwhelmed the monk, whereafter T'cherak decapitated him. "Fool!", he roared as he kept hacking and slashing with his minions through the temple. Some of the undeads were fighters, others were either shadow spellcasters or Ice spellcasters, freezing things around them.

Down the hallway in front of the blood bath was a large doorway. Suddnly it started to open, slowly at first but with increasing speed. Standing in rows were 200 knights wearing red armour. The 50 in the front line wore heavy armour and had finely crafted weapons. Standing in front of them was a single man known as Vice-Commander Kain.

"We have a stage two break in. The target appears to be a magical entity, most likely a necromancer. Move on with battle plan B-9. I will take the lead."

The man then charged up to the necromancer, Guando in hand and preformed a simple lunging attack at his chest. The knights imeiditly filled the room and attacked the undead monks. The battle had begun.

T'cherak chuckled and parried the blow. "Pathetic!", he said. "Mere mortals stand no chance against me". He commanded his ice-magicians and shadow-magicians to bombard the new enemy, and so they did. Enemies were frozen to ice everywhere, or destroyed by shadow magic, and T'cherak mocked the commander. "Well then, let's see what you're made of. I've been waiting for an opportunity like this", he said and swung his massive sword in a diagonal cut towards Marcus.

Kain dodged the blade swipe and dashed to the side before preforming a stab at T'Cherak's side.

"You don't want to know what I'm made of."

Meanwhile the knights continued to fight against the necromancers army. It looked like they might be in trouble when squad after squad of knights poured in from outside the temple and from the other hallways leading into this main chamber untill there was 300 knights in the room.

T'cherak blocked the incoming blow and used the moment to swing his sword around, killing off a bunch of order knights. He fed on their corpses, and strings of darkness emerged from him, into the bodies of the knights, and empowered him. His skeletal knights froze the Order knights to ice, and his swadow magic shattered the ice, effectively killing off the knights. "You are a fool to believe you can beat me, mortal", said T'cherak and swung his sword, causing a shockwave of ice to emitt infront of him, which encased more of Marcus's soldiers in ice, and his shadowmages shattered them still and hopefully it would encase Marcus in ice aswell, that was what he hoped for.

May so be that the order knights were more than them, but the undeads were more resiliant, being able to continue fighting even if you cut off an arm. With alot of dead guys around, T'cherak took a step back and ran his sword into the ground. A grey-like zone spread on the ground, and all dead monks rose as undeads and attacked the order knights. T'cherak's numbers had now increased to 200. "Minions are nothing", said the King of the damned. "You only send them to their deaths, and in their deaths, they serve me!". He pulled out his sword from the ground and swung it at Marcus, using all of his massive strenght, attempting to push Marcus backwards. The undeads withing the corrupted, grey-like zone became boosted by the undeathly powers of T'cherak. For every knight who fell, T'cherak had those strings of darkness absorb their last power and healed himself. "The more minions you send, the tougher I will be to kill, fool".

Kain saw the incomingice pulse. Imeiditly he turned his arms into a large wall of molten rock. Once the ice his it cooled off and became useless rock. Kain the exteneded his legs to jump over it and over T'Cherak. His form shifted and most of his lower body turned into a cage that surrounded T'Cherak.

Meanwhile the knights finshed they're spells. Since the undead (and T'Cherak) were totally trapped in by a wall of knights there was no escape. A huge tidal wave of flames crashed into the hordes, buring down most of they're number into mere ashes. As soon as one knight tired of casting a spell another took his place. In this way the whole army would be burned down in a matter of moments.

In the center of these flames was T'Cherak and Kain. Kain could stand the heat. In his magma form he was hot enough to melt steel. But T'Cherak on the other hand would take the full brunt of all these flames.

"Unlike you, I don't see my men as minions. And I know full well what they can do."

((Mastah, that ain't very nice to say, especially to a new member. Also, undead have rotting flesh and all that, you want me to believe an undead is smarter than a human? Maybe some could have kept their brains, but not super developed it.

On a side note, I don't see stats proving the INT of any of them, be it a knight or undead, being higher or lower. I'm not mad, I am merely doing my job as an admin since boot was offended by your post. So please, refrain from making such remarks, we're all trying to have nice RP here

Thanks in advance for understanding,
Meta))

((Whatever.. I'm sorry if I offended you, Boot, really, it's just my style of RP, but you DO know 500 people can't fit in a temple like that, there'd hardly be any space to move.))

T'cherak chuckled and encased himself and Marcus in a solid barrier of Ice, effectively cutting out the magma, and everything else. "Pathetic", he said inside their 'dome of ice'. "In here there are no armies, fool, it's just you and me.. And your inevitable demise!".

Over the ashes of the undead the knights observed the ice dome. They soon ran up to it and began to trace fire spells on it. It would take awhile to melt a frost spell of this power, untill then all they could do was hope.

***

Kain drew back his lava and landed in front of T'Cherak. He then swelled his fist up to about 15 times it's former size and punched the necromancer right in the chest with it.

Since T'cherak already had his back to the wall, when he blocked the attack not much happened really, he was pushed a little more backwards, apart from that he wasn't very affected. "Impressive", he admitted though. "But your strenght is lacking.. THIS.. Is strenght!", said the Necromancer and unleashed a powerful attack, pushing all his massive strenght into the blow. Even if the mortal decided to block it, it would be one heck of a powerful blow, damaging or not!

Kain dropped his magma form to the floor, nothing more then a puddle of lava. In this way he avoided the cut. He then went over to T'cherak's feet and started to encase him in the magma. Totally swalloing his body lava, unless T'Cherak dodged it.

Being very slow, T'cherak would never be able to get away from it in time. Though he had a trick up his sleeve. Since both his armor and his sword were partially-covered with ice, he fueled some ice-magic into his armor and weapon and covered himself, his weapon AND the lava, encasing all of it in ice! Kain COULD get out of the way, but atleast T'cherak would be shielded in ice, even if the magma wasn't

Since the knights of Marcus's attacked the dome, the undeads continued to attack them. They maybe weren't the brightest of all, but to kill the enemy, THAT the undeads understood. They cared nothing for the ice dome, only their enemies.

Kain jumped off T'Cherak and landed on the ground. He then spilt himself in two. One of him went underground while the other shot three cannonball-shaped lava blasts at T'Cherak.

Meanwhile outside the Knights front line pushed the undead back and the back line blasted them apart. Slowy the knights formed togather to make a united front against the remainning undead horde.

T'cherak's ice tomb took up one of the fireballs, he deflected one of them with his sword, and the third one he destroyed. "Mistake one", said T'cherak calmly. "Splitting into two parts separates your strenght, and makes you more vulnerable, fool". T'cherak then filled the whole tomb with ice for a few seconds, encasing him, and everything else inside it, with ice. The poor fire-fiend should have focused on getting out instead. Afterwards, wheter Kain survived or not, he shattered the whole ice tomb, and launched a bolt of darkness towards the roof, shattering it.

A piercing howl echoed in the night, and among the falling rubble came T'cherak's bonewyrm, Fleshripper, with the roof destroyed, it had enough space to breath a massive cloud of deadly, corroding acid all over Kain's minions. While this happened, T'cherak made the ground around him freeze, which would prevent Kain's other half from attacking him from underneath. "Mistake two", said the king of the dead calmly. "Never get into a fight you cannot win".

Nothing seemed to work against T'Cherak. He was truely a deadly enemy. Before he could re-act Kain was frozen inside the dome. He was starting to become nothing more then rock when it shattered. He lay there on his knee trying to heat back up.

Meanwhile all of the troops fled to the inner area of the temple. Scores of men were melted on the spot. A few of the elites grabbed Marcus bye his rock parts and took him with them.

T'cherak let out a bone-chilling laughter. "Ahahahaha, foolish!", he said, and swung his sword, filling the corridor with ice, encasing one of the elite guards, hopefully the others and Kain aswell. He also summoned up an ice barrier behind them. "Now that you are weakened I'll personally dispose of you". The king of the damned approached them... Slowly. Now they either had to escape... Or die horribly. The only way out, atleast as it seemed, was to go past T'cherak, or past his dragon, but then again, perhaps Kain had a trick up his sleeve. The lord of the dead was no fool, he was still aware of the lava-part underneath him, and had the ground freeze where he walked.

[They were retreating the other way Mastah xd]

The other guards, being well trained, managed to avoid the ice attack from T'Cherak. Just as they ran through the large double doors they had come from before the other knights shut it. They then locked it and stood a good ways back, preparing a large magic fire attack at whatever came through the door.

Kain was almost back to his normal strength and began barking orders so that they would use what forces they had left to maximum effect.

"Pathetic", T'cherak said, and destroyed the roof above the door where Kain and his troops hid, effectively shutting them out. The king of the damned then headed down the hallway towards the main room, where their leader probably was. His dragon followed above him by the collapsed roof, ready to rain death on anyone who attacked. As the ice spread with T'cherak's steps, he prepared himself for battle once again. The monk leader was known to be a powerful man. He destroyed a wall and entered another corridor, leading towards the 'throne room' of the monk temple.

As he found the room where the monk leader was, he pointed at the old man with his sword. "Your time has come, to serve your king, old man", said he. "Beg for mercy, and your death will be swift"

The room was empty of people when the undead knight arrived inside, well at first glance it seemed empty. But if one looked he was going to find that there was one person left inside of the room, a lonely man was sitting in a meditation position at the far end of the chamber. He watched the armored man with curious eyes as he made his little speeche.

"But I do serve my king" the old man stated with a serious voice and casually stood up from the floor, letting his long bear fall down like a waterfall from his chin. He looked old...maybe around 60, give or take a few years. He was dressed in simple cloak of the kind used by his order, his eyes was of a piercing blue color and he did not seem afraid of the enemy standing before him. "You have much to learn grasshopper" he commented.

T'cherak chuckled. "To me, you are a child, fool. I have lived longer than anyone else in this world, do not try to teach me". T'cherak shoved his sword into the ground, and created another ice dome around the room, blocking out enemies. "Now.. There is just you and me, mortal. I shall add your soul to my collection". He pulled up his sword again, and approached the man, attacking him with his massive claymore.

The monk watched him carefully, but he seemed very relaxed from the way he was standing. He examined the ice around the walls curiously, then he turned the attention back towards T'Cherak. "I'm afraid that age and wisdom does not always follow, a ageless body also gives an ageless mind grasshopper." he commented with a small smile.

As the undead charged in to attack with his large weapon the old monk moved with greater speed then what would seem possible for a man his age. His hand gave the side of the claymore a slap and forced it out of the way. Then he attacked out with a kick towards the chestplate of the armor. On impact a gong gong sound was heard. The move the monk leader made was to throw T'Cherak backwards a few feet, just enough to get a little room for his next move.

T'cherak was hit by the attack and with a grunt he took a few steps backwards. "Impressive.. But foolish! I had expected a monk to fight with speed, so you are doing exactly what planned". T'cherak swung his sword, and a wave of ice approached the monk, threating to encase him in ice. After that, the Death Knight launched a shadow ball and followed it up with a stab.

The monk quickly jumped backwards as the undead was forced a few feet away, in the air he reached out with his left hand and something looking like a piece of paper poped out from his sleeve, it was covered in weird symbols and glyphs. The ice was charging in towards him, but the monk was not going to let that put him of guard. He quickly threw the piece of paper towards the ice. He raised his hand and whispered something between his lips.

The note with glyphs was quickly engulfed in green fire, the blast meet the eyes and created a large explosion...not soo uncommon when something of massive heat meets cold. The leader then volted away to one of the walls, but the shadow bolt hit him in the side and made a nasty burn to his clothes. The stab on the other hand was a miss because the man no longer was close. "I am not like my brothers" he commented and summoned out yet two next notes from his sleeves, one of the same kind as before...and the second with different symbols.

"Apparently not", T'cherak mocked. "They wouldn't have been hit by such a simple spell. You are weaker than I thought, but your soul will be a good enough trophy". The lord of the damned waited closely for his enemy to make his move. He was prepared.

The old man did not seem to listen to the mocking, he just listened to the words with the two notes still in his hands. "Well in many cases it is a matter of choice" he commented slowly. "It is a matter to pick one of two evils, the force of your shadow spell was much weaker then your ice attack. But I guess you fail to see the logic in such a statement grasshopper"

The monk raised both hands and quickly flipped away the two notes thought the air, one to the right and the other to the left. Then he murmured a short spell and the gluphes flashed yet again. One of them yet again became to a blast of green flames that began to move in towards the undead. The other glyphe seemed to disolve into a weird kind of golden dust that began to spread around the room...slowly getting stuck to the walls, ceiling and floor.

The undead was no fool. He cleaved the blast of green flames in two, and froze the golden whatever-it-was with his ice magic, atleast slowing it down, even if it wouldn't stop it. "Don't try to fool me, mortal!", said the lord of the damned. "Now I am tired of your hopping around, come face me up front". The room was filled with ice from the back wall and moving towards the monk, effectively pushing him forwards. "Come and die now".

The golden dust did not seem to be effected by the ice and it just passed thought it like if it was not even there at all. The monk did not seem to bother to reply to the lords words when he was mocking and taunting. The old man placed himself in a defensive position and a small smile crossed his face.

"Of course I will grasshopper" he commented short to the last words, then he charged in towards the enemy and started of with a roundhouse kick. He did not seem to be bothered about the ice around the room and still moved quickly over the slipper surface.

Back in the room, all was quiet. Kain had ordered a stealth orperation and everybody was moving into positions. Meanwhile the man himself was going under the building, collecting rocks along the way. Increasing his size. When he was right next to the monk he came up from under. His eyes were burning pits looking right at T'Cherak. Still looking at his target he said to the monk master

"Sorry about the floor."

T'cherak blocked the roundhouse kick with his sword, but was still pushed backwards by the kick, and let out a grunt of anger. "You again?", he said when he saw Kain. "Leaving you alive was a mistake. It shall not be made again".

The room, now filled with ice, had made large spikes of ice hang from the roof. T'cherak flung a shadowball up on the roof and made the spikes rain down on his enemies. He made a 'pushing' attack with the blunt side of his sword, attempting to push the monk leader backwards, and then chuckled. "It would seem you both need to learn just who you are dealing with". He said, and a somewhat blueish, somewhat purple-ish glow surrounded him, and he chuckled. "Come then, let me show you just the power I possess". He held his sword backwards, and a hand up in the air, as if he was charging a spell. All the light in the room began to diminish, and suddenly it turned colder, ALOT colder.

Kain spat on the ground. "Your only mistake was coming here."

He then raised his arms and they spread out to form a sheild of lava over both him and the Master Monk. He then fired a burst of magma from his chest aiming for T'Cherak.

The old monk was pushed backwards from the impact created when the death knight pushed him backwards, to old man was not one thrown out of balance so easily so he remained standing without any problem. He raised one eyebrow when Kain arrived from the floor. "It is alright, a floor can be fixed" he commented, but did not leave his focus from T'Cherak.

"This one have a great deal of confidence in himself, but he undersimate his enemies" the monk closed and opened his hand a few times each time he opened it a small note flew out from the sleeve until he had one between each finger. He also did the same with the other hand until he was holding ten notes with glyphes on them. "We know how to fight the forces of darkness and cleans the wicked" he murmured, then he also added a few other words and the glyphes started to flicker with a orange light. "I need you to buy me some time young grasshopper" he said to Kain. "Keep him busy...this temple will not fall so easily to the likes of him."

When the magma burst spell hit T'cherak, he didn't even blink. "Ahahaha! Is that all you've got?", he mocked. "You are both dead, have you not realized that you cannot win?". Something was suspicious, he took the hit without even TRYING to dodge it. He kept charging his spell...

The roof collapsed and his dragon appeared, breathing his poisonus acid over the two living in the room. "Thank you, Fleshripper, for buying me some time", T'cherak said. Even though Kains spell had hurt him, it had not hurt his extremely resiliant body much. However, a hit was a hit. Lucky for T'cherak he did not feel pain. The room became even more darker, and T'cherak's laughter went from mocking to almost bone-chillingly evil.

Kain Formed his whole body as a sheild around the Monk Master. This sheilded him fro the acid raining down on them. Still, Flesh Ripper was more powerful the Kain alone, and with T'Cherak there this seemed like an impossible task. Kain continued to protect the Monk while he waited for his ultimate master plan to finsh...

T'cherak's evil laugh reached it's peak, where it began to sound almost insane aswell, and with his dark, demonic voice, an insane laugh WAS bone-chilling. The room turned pitch black, save for T'cherak's glowing eyes...

THEN suddenly a pair of arms made of darkness came up from the ground and the walls and held the two in place. T'cherak was surrounded by an aura of power and death, and as the arms held them in place, he charged forth with surprising speed and delivered 1..2,3,4,5,6,7,8... A total of fourteen stabs, with such strenght that it also damaged the Monk master, shielded or not. After that, he raised his sword in the air, and it glowed with darkness. "Death..", said the king of the damned, and delivered an extremely powerful stab. "Demise..", he said, and repeated the process. "ETERNAL SUFFERING!", he said, and delivered a blow with such strenght that it drained nearly all his magical energy. After the attack was done, he chuckled before he fell to his knees. Such an attack was powerful enough to kill off them both, however he disliked using that attack, since it weakened him. With a grunt, he got back up and readied himself for battle.

*T'cherak's 'killing blow' used, Con Decreased by 5 for 5 posts*

After that, he collapsed the roof in the temple, and left.

*To the Fortress*