[Jacob]

*Setting: The large castle shook with every impacting boulder hurled from the catapults of the enemy. Dust and stone floated down from the ceiling and, every so often, the worrying sound of walls falling somewhere in the castle echoed throughout the Throne room. Knights ran back and forth throughout the fortress, hoping to fend off any invaders who believed they could infiltrate with ease and kill the King with a flurry of swordmenship techniques. Mages would teleport to and from different areas of the large castle, checKing for intruders and, if upon finding them, scorching them in a blast of intense heat. The King however was growing desperate, sat upon his black and silver throne, at the top of five small steps that led to it, the velvet padding slowly being soaked in sweat, he looked around nervously, clutching two round, Ruby rocks that protruded from the ends of the thrones arms. The silver crown adorning his head glinted softly in the speckles of Sunlight that shone down from above, the saphires inside reflecting the light beautifully. His green sunken eyes shot around the room, scanning the surfaces of the large Throne room and eyeing up his three most strongest Knights. Tapestry hanging on the walls flitted in the slight breeze briefly and the six torches lighting the room even brighter flared softly.
*Boomsshhh*
The wooden doors shook slightly and in response the three Knights tensed up, their silver armour polished and scratchless, the black feather plumage from the top of their helmets wavering slightly. The Kings lined face contorted slightly as he stood to his feet, his black goatee shining with sweat. His long black and red silk robes seemingly dominating the brightly lit room.
*Boomsshhh*
The door juddered once again, the hinges spitting out rock and dust this second time round. Shadows from beneathe the door stood strong, not moving...
*Boommssshhh*
The door cracked, pieces of wood flying outwards as the Knights gripped their long, fiercesome swords tightly in their hands, their visors down as they studied the breaking barrier inbetween them and their foes.
*Boocrkkkk*
The door was flung forwards, dust and rock swirling into the room, accompanying the splinters of wood that scattered across the stone floor. The Knights waited for a few seconds, studied the doorway before they charged headlong into battle. Two Knights stood in the doorway, both holding two bloodied swords in each hand, their shoulders scuffed from charging at the door. Their white shining armour giving off an aura of goodness, even though their Souls were the purest of evils. Behind them stood a Mage, a female. Her ears pointed and crowned with jewelled earrings. The sides of her face tattooed with black spirals. She stepped into the room, gliding past the two Knights who had just hacked down the door, her bald head catching the Sun and her pink eyes studying the three Knights before her.*

Mage: "Step away..."

Her voice was distorted yet soft. She looked at the warriors, looKing past their armour and skin, looking deep into their Souls. Studying their Souls rhythmic pulses and smirking. Her sleeveless purple robe, which was stitched up in the middle with brown thread, bared her toned arms. Her muscles flexing slightly. The Knights didn't move. They stood their ground, their fingers tightening over the hilts of their swords.

Mage: "Very well."

She nodded softly and upon raising her head again, revealed that her eye colour had changed into a deep red. The two Knights behind her charged, taking on two of the opponant Knights as swords clashed and armour clad bodies ducked and weaved. The remaining Knight merely looked at her, not moving, not flinching, only barely breathing. Her eyes were cast towards the King, he stood still, watching her. His hands gripping the two rubies at the end of the arms of his Throne. Slowly the Mage took one step, her eyes still locked on to the King, but as the Kings strongest Knight attempted to subdue the approaching enemy, the Mage quickly shot up her hand, palm facing towards the him, and stopped him mid-step. Her eyes then slowly travelled to the Knight himself.

Mage: "Abeo."

She spoke softly and clearly, her eyes seemingly flashing slightly as she muttered this Latin incantation. The Knight in response staggered backwards, his armoured feet clunking heavily on the stone ground before he fell, heavily, on his back. Red blood spurting from the visor that was still covering his face. The Mages eyes then shot back up to the King, who was now pulling at the rubies in his throne, revealing the hilts, and then the viciously sharp blades of two grand looking swords. He spun them in his hands, staring at the Mage with intense hatred and terror. A smirk crossed the Mages lips, her arm outstretched as she formed a ball of fire that danced inches above her upturned hand. It glowed red, the flames licking the air around. Then, with a barely motioned flick of her wrist, she sent the ball of fire shooting towards the King. Raising his swords to his face, as if instinctivly trying to stop himself from being harmed, the Kings Heart exploded with overwhelming fear. But as he awaited the feeling of his skin being scorched away, an overwhelming curtain of smoke and darkness unravelled infront of him. The ball of flame hit the mass of smog, dissipating instantly into sparks and smoke. The Mage stepped backwards, growling lowly as the four fighting Knights all turned, wondering what this appearing essence was. Seconds passed and the Mage still looked on in hatred at the mass of black, but as the smoke began to implode and form a shape and the Knights reverted back to their fighting, the King let out a relieved sigh - allowing himself to sink into his sweat soaked velvet cusion. The smoke solidified now, revealing a gaunt man dressed in completely black robes. His skeletal right hand gripped a large staff which had a large blue stone gripped by the wood of the staff. The mans small black beared just beneathe his chin glistened in the light being reflected from the armour of the Knights. He cast his black eyes to the left of him, looking at the dead Knight in distaste.

Sorcerer: "I'll spare your existance, Mage, if you tell your lord to let our Kingdom be."

The skin on the robed beings face seemed to hang off, like clothing too big for him. Slowly he stepped forwards, leaning on his staff and studying the Mage as he did so.

Sorcerer: "You have not been infected, unlike them..."

He nodded to both of the enemy Knights, one of whom seemed to be winning the fight with its dueller.

Sorcerer: "And so your life shall be spared...until we meet again."

The Mage did not move, instead she glanced at the four fighting Knights and smirked.

Mage: "It won't take long before this world falls. I have seen it. You must have seen it. This world will crumble beneath the Lord himself and all sha..."

Quickly the male raised his left hand, his palm facing upwards and his fingers squeezing inwards as if he was squeezing an invisible ball. The Mage in immediate reaction rose a few inches from the ground, her throat obviously being crushed by some invisible force.

Male: "You will go...NOW!!"

He threw his left hand outwards and the hovering Mage was flung backwards towards the door which she had previously broken down and into the dining room area which was now filled with goodly Knights, but before she left the room she had screeched an incantation.

Mage: "LUPUS ACCENDO!!"

In an instant the flaming torches flailing around in the Throne room had began to belch out large, firey Wolves. Their form waving around slightly as the flames coiled and wrapped around their bodies. Their eyes shining a bright and fearsome red as they snarled and barked viciously. Six in total had been created and as the first rushed towards one of the Kings Knights fighting off his opponant, another two rushed towards the King himself. The first leapt through the air, hitting the Knight in the back and, with a sick sizzling, went right through the armour and body, appearing from the chest of the Knight, who's visor was now unleashing a mass of smoke as the body inside burnt and cooked. The intruder Knight, now free of his attacker now turned his attention to the King and rushed forwards, taking to the steps with his sword brandished as the King, in response, stands and prepares to duel. The two Wolves who were going for the King to begin with are quickly dealt with by the Sorcerer, who, with a wave of his left hand, extinguishes the beasts in seconds. Leaving the howling smoke to gently disappear in the air. The third Knight of the Kings, still battling tiresomely with his opponant, is soon kicked to the ground and left for the three remaining Wolves as they quickly shove their flaming heads into the Knights coat of armour and began lashing at his tender skin, seemingly encouraged by his screams of agony. The fourth Wolf is now nowhere to be seen, after dispatching its first Knight. The second enemy Knight however rushes towards the Sorcerer, who in a blink of an eyelid raises his staff, gripping it tightly in both hands, and brings the bottom down hard on the floor. The blue stone at the top of the staff shines brightly and in a milisecond a blue ball of energy is thrown at the Knight, hitting his chest and throwing him backwards were he then skids along the ground, a foul black substance spurting from his mouth, like a mass of Flies [like in 'The Green Mile']. Twitching and convulsing on the ground as the last spec of blackness escapes his visor, the Knight is left dead. Turning, the Sorcerer turns his attention to the three Wolves, now finished mauling their prey, waving his left hand towards them he attempts to destroy them in one fell swoop, but as he does so the third dives into the stoney ground in a flash of fire and smoke, leaving its cohorts to be snuffed out like mere candles.
*Clattering*
Turning the male sees the enemy Knight rolling down the few steps that lead to the Kings Throne, the King sweating heavily as he carefully negotiates the steps to finish the fight. However, as the Knight attempts to stand, the Sorcerer blasts him with the same blue energy ball, and in the same fashion, the intruder drops to the ground, twitching and convulsing as black Fly-like specs spurt from his visor, dissipating into the air upon reaching a certain height.

Male: "Sire, are you alright?"

The male steps forwards, his arm outstretched as he fears for his Kings life, but as he does so the King screams out, pointing behind him as the two missing Wolves leap from the floor and take to the air, lunging for his back.

King: "LANIAS!! LOOK OUT!!"

The foul growls and barks of the beasts as their flame wrapped claws dig into the robes and skin of the Sorcerer echoe throughout the Throne room, their jaws latching onto the shoulders and arms of the male as he screams out in agony, dropping to his knees.

King: "LANIAS!! NOOOOO!! BACK, BACK I SAY!!"

Jumping to the bottom of the steps, the King swings his swords at the beasts of flame, ignoring Lanias' pleas to stay away. The second Wolf upon Lanias' back, however, unleashes the male from its grasp, and instead leaps towards the King, who slices through the Wolf as it does so. This however has no effect, as the metallic sword merely goes straight through the firey animal, not hindering it at all. Landing just infront of the King, the jaws of the wolf leap up at his face, snapping inches before his face and singeing his facial hair slightly. Staggering backwards the King repeatedly swings his sword at the Wolf, yet again to no avail, but as the first Wolf rips into Lanias' flesh, Lanias still manages to wave his hand at the being threatening the King, destroying it in a wisp of smoke and howling. The first, now knowing it is the only one alive to do the job it was summoned to do, releases Lanias and makes a quick, galloping beeline for the King, but even though, through the Wolfs maullings, Lanias is weak and in pain, he is still capable of killing the last. Which he does, with much effort and pain. Slowly, as the howling of the last defeated beast, subsides, the King steps over his his protector and holds out a hand. Taking it, Lanias painfully stands, groaning in agony as his scorched skin cracks and sends flash after after flash of pain coursing throughout his body.

King: "Thankyou, Lanias. Once again you have saved me from certain death, and once again i am in debt to you."

Patting the Sorcerer softly on the left shoulder, the King looked deeply into the beings night-black eyes.

Lanias: "Sire, i...must leave...the battle is becoming heated...our best warriors are falling and the...enemy is *coughs* sending out wave after wave of Sirenels."

King: "And...what of my...sons?"

Looking at the King in a vaguely worried way, the Sorcerer nods softly before replying.

Lanias: "They...they do well, sire, but i fear...that, that their strength and stamina are waning. I will...do my best to help them...though, my Lord, even if it means...putting my life on the line."

Upon saying this a large crash echoed behind them, the dining area seemed to scream out with agony as a large burning boulder sits squarely in the middle, all Knights and warriors strewn around the rubble ridden floor as bodies roll on the ground, burning horribly. Dust from the caved in ceiling swirls around the room, imparing the sight in a wave of dusty fog. Gripping his staff more tightly, Lanias leans on it for suppor, the blue stone glowing more prominently as his wounds slowly begin to heal.

Lanias: "Sire...i feel it best if you settle yourself on the wall walk of the Castle. I have a protection charm on the wall to stop the...boulders from hitting the Archers, it will be safer for you there."

Nodding the King proceeded to walk towards the door which leads to the stoney stairs that would eventually take him to the wall walk, but as he did so Lanias stood infront of him, wrapped an arm around him and muttered an incantation that made them both explode in a mass of black smog...