Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter and Robert Whitmore

“Twenty-two Wyyvern Knights versus the four of us and every Undead in the Multiverse,” says Leonidas as he rolls the pain from his battle against the Nekolich off his shoulders.

“This is impossible,” I reply with concern. I had read of them all, seen them fight in the New Valhallian arena, and now I would die to them. “An impossible honor.”

“We will lose this fight,” Snow agrees.

Leonidas looks at them both to realize they are not joking, “You can raise us from the Dead every time we die, right?” he asks Michael.

“You and Snow belong to Heaven,” Michael replies. “Pip belongs to Edward. Die here and you are Nyarlathotep’s.” 

Tendrils of every imaginable size begin to form behind the Taken Wyyvern Knights swimming through the ground they stand upon and soaring through the air above them. Leonidas looks upon them with disgust masking his fear, “I’ve never seen so many…”

“I have,” Snow interrupts him. “Oni Demon!!” sixty demons each hulking in body with bovine faces sprouting grotesque horns fall in behind her. “You are our only hope in taking out Zen Akira. The Wyyvern Knight of Ninjas is your one and only target.” With vile screeching, low growling, and ravenous roaring the Oni disappear into the shadows.

“Mirrors,” Michael calls his friend and the transparently reflective shapeless spirit appears by his side.

“I will go with him to face Loki,” Michael looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Mirrors can match his defence while I seek an opening.”

“Very well,” Michael nods in agreement “Mirrors, take Pip and keep the Wyyvern Knight of Law, Order, and Vampirism busy.”

Rock roars a metal warcry into Roll’s mic and the Wyyvern Knights begin to march in at a menacingly slow pace, tendrils of Nyarlathotep at their backs as Rock’s gigantic rhino beetle, The Metal, moves behind them shaking the ground with every step.

“Now?” Leonidas waits for Michael to order the Dead to charge in. 

“Not yet,” Michael replies.

 “Drop me off,” Ember suggests. “You and Ilean crash the rock concert. His music will make the Knights even more difficult to deal with than usual.”

“On it!” Mad agrees as Ilean launches Ember toward Agent 0 with her tail and then heads toward The Metal.

Ember roars a storm of The End at Agent 0 mid air before landing seven feet from him. The bubble shield he had used to block dissolves as he lights a fresh blunt with a toothy grin, “Not a good look for you, showing your teeth like that. All that weed really rotted your mouth out,” she mocks him to keep his attention focused on her. Agent 0’s smile recedes as he exhales. The two stare each other down to see who will make the first move and who will counter.

On with the Rock and Roll, who is at the microphone, Kale Augustus pier uses his Wyyvern cast iron cooking pot, Dutchess, as a drum while Playlist 48 holds both a guitar and a base at the ready. Seemingly from nowhere Ilean leaps up from the side, grabs The Metal by its horns, and drags it down to the ground putting Roll, the Wyyvern Stage of Rockn’Roll on its side. The Metal rises to its feet as in a low bellowing voice Rock sings, “you can’t kill The Metal!”

“We’ll see about that,” Mad replies already in the cockpit of her cannon ax as Ilean grips its handle with her growling jaws.

“Now?!” Leonidas questions as the seventeen unoccupied Wyyvern Knights continue their march towards them.

As the Dead arm holding his book reads for him the words he gazes upon, Michael draws an Undead sword of stone from the book’s pages and readies it in his right hand, “Now,” he points the roughly cracked runic stone blade out towards the marching Knights and the Undead of the Multiverse charge in to meet them. 

Of Heaven’s Lightning Snow forges shields in both her left and right hands before bolting in. Slamming the shock shields into Brek Chesler and Dana Noel putting them to the ground. Suddenly the ground shakes and she moves out of the way just in time to avoid a rising tree of binding branches, “Succubus,” Filorra mocks leaning on Ace, her Wyyvern Spade of Nature. 

Angrily Snow charges, but is pulled down to the ground by Amitosh, the Wyyvern whip sword of pleasure, “not so fast there, Bae,” Caramia Ceri flirts.

Before she can return to her feet, Revelations, the purified spiked chain of Deception and Anarchy wraps around her with ever tightening grip. “Damn,” Snow exclaims before bursting free with a purple lightning bolt from the skies. “Everyone wants a piece of me today, huh?” She readies herself as the five Knights surround her. “Easy, plenty of me to go around.”

Surrounded, but holding his own, Leonidas blocks Bolas, the Wyyvern Flail of Destruction, with his shield as Magnar Maximus swings him down hard. Blocking and parrying Risen and Fallen’s assault, he headbutts the duel-minded one back in time to lock Luna, Morgana’s Wyyvern ring-blade of Darkness, with his sword and put the Wyyvern Knight of Darkness and Light on her back. Amaya Breeze flies in and cuts Leonidas across the chest with Indra and then across his back on a second pass with Makani. “Good,” Leonidas chuckles under his breath. “Very good. Here I was thinking this would be boring,” he says as he stands unwilling to falter.

Strumming Belle, his Wyyvern six-string of Outlaws, Dennis deals with the Undead while Mirren, the Wyyvern Knight of Patience, and Sullivan, the Wyyvern Knight of Peace, fight to incapacitate Michael. 

A perfect image of the Wyyvern Knight of Law, Order, and Vampirism, Mirrors keeps Loki from entering the bulk of the battle as Pip attempts to find a chink in the armor to no avail. Birtha, the Wyyvern plate-armor of Law and Order is unbreachable and with Alexandra, the Wyyvern bastard-sword of Vampirism, Loki is to fast for them to keep up with. He easily pushes them back inch by inch.

The fallen Oni dead at his feet, Zen heads toward Michael.

“You cannot win,” the multi-voice of Nyarlathotep echoes from Agent 0’s lips as Ember lay beaten upon the ground lacking the strength to fight anymore. He puts a foot on her chest, “even as your pitiful Warpriest manage to slay my forces, the Wyyvern Knights of Coffee, Love, and Drink bring them back protected by Mechanics and ferried by Waters. You are outmatched,” his voices echoed to all who opposed him. “You are outnumbered and you will lose everything.” Coughing up blood, Leonidas finally falls to his knees. Being bound, crushed, and choked to death Snow’s hold on Heaven’s lightning begins to wane. An insectoid foot crushing Ilean and its jaws crushing Mad inside her own cannon ax, The Metal shakes the ground as Rocks ballad of twisted Metal plays on. The Wyyvern Knight of Ninjas slashes through Michael and brings him down freeing the Nekolich is freed to fight for Nyarlathotep again. “It is over,” Nyarlathotep’s voices echo to all. “Would it not be easier to…” A rumble in the air interrupts him and the Taken Edward looks to the skies.

*          *

Sitting comfortably on the stool next to the Bar. Galadriel, Nëastar, Nimrodel, Sev and Vladimir sitting by my side. A table away Sitting talking with each other is Sarah and Egil. Enjoying a nice glass of Fine French Wine with the elves next to me while Vladimir enjoys a tall Foaming Dark Guinness. 

“Well those two seem to be constantly together now.” Vladimir retorts. 

Looking back at them myself I say after him.

“ Any Friendship can make a great difference in your happiness. Plus without him Sarah might not have passed our training. Now we can’t do much except try to find your lost Edward Dimir or a way to get out of your Multiverse so we can return to our Proper Universe and Timeline.” Nimrodel speaks up.

“Love can be a powerful tool. And Egil and Sarah are likely traveling down that path already, though without even knowing it.”

We continue to Sit in Silence contemplating our own Thoughts. As one Both Galadriel and Nëastar look up and turn looking at something in the far Distance. 

“I felt it too Ladies a Great release of Power is surging on the winds of Magic.” 

United reverberates from a massive shock. Everything not in grasp or bolted down fly away as if an Invisible hand shoved everything aside. The ships Klaxon starts blaring away as all emergency Red lights flash. 

“ANOTHER ONE INCOMING BRACE BRACE BRACE!!” Shouts Galadriel.

Sure Enough another shockwave hits United and again we are forced to hang on to something. Over the shipboard speakers Captain Sinbad’s voice booms out  

“The Fleet has been hit by 2 unkown shockwaves all personnel to battle ready. All Commanders to the Bridge Immediately.”

Leaping from our stools all heading to the bridge. Cramming into the lift as it shoots up the shaft towards the bridge. Once on the bridge is the sight of officers scurrying around from station to station. At the front looking at the main display table his hands clasped behind his back stands Captain Sinbad. Approaching the table Sinbad starts explaining.

“The fleet has weathered the shockwaves. As to where they came from we have no idea. None of our sensors are able to detect them.”

Sarah comes to the other side of the table. 

“I think I may know who it was that released that amount of power. If I was not Preoccupied i would have warned you all. But Galadriel, Nëastar and Finwe felt the release too. Have you made a map yet of our Multiverse?”

Captain Sinbad begins tapping controls on the table bringing up an expanded view of the verse. Sarah begins looking intently at the map. Finally pointing out one particular planet.

“I Believe Ilean roared. She should be located here. What do you think Finwe?”

Turning to her I Reply.

“I Think you may be correct. You know your Verse better then we do. If your wrong what’s the worst that could happen. Captain I would like the Fleet to make for that Planet at Top speed. If Sarah’s thinking is correct whoever this Ilean is She may be in trouble and will need assistance.”

“Right away Lord Finwe.”

Captain Sinbad turns towards the Navigations officer and starts Issuing commands. 

“Finwe when you said what’s the worst that could happen. We could easily be found by Nyarlathotep. What he would do to the elves would be unimaginable.”

Grabbing her shoulder looking her in the eye.

“I have not gone through 5,000 years without expecting the unexpected. I assure you he won’t be expecting this, for I aim to Misbehave.”

Letting her go to head towards the Hangar officer console. The Dwarven Woman looks up at me nodding to me.

“Inform the Fleet to have all Craft ready for Combat within 10 Minutes if you would please.”

“Yes Sir.” She exclaims afterwards.  

The Human Female Navigations officer then calls out.

“Coordinates locked into the computer. At standard speed we will be there within 28 minutes. At top speed we will be there in 8 minutes. What option do you prefer My Lord?”

Pondering quickly the options and the tactical advantages of either one.

“Push top Speed.”

“Right away sir.” was her reply.

Walking up to the Forward view screens as the ship makes the jump. The usual white lines of stars start turning into a rainbow effect of color as we reach United’s top speed. Quickly walking back toward the lift to my cabin to get my armor on.

Once back on the bridge as the navigations officer calls out.

“2 minutes to location!”

Shouting out over the bridge. 

“Once we finish the jump Navigations officer get us into orbit with the fleet. Sensors officer start scanning as soon as we are in range. Scan for all Life forms. The biggest concentration should be the area we need to head to. Captain we are going to use attack plan Omega Zulu. when we are entering atmosphere hit them with our big guns. I will have Sicko give the gunners their targets. Are all ground personnel at the hangar?”

The Hangar officer chimes back. “All but you and your team my lord.” 

  “Ok Sarah, Vladimir your with me. Lets go.”

They follow me as we depart the bridge. Finally boarding Sickos jaw painted gunship other members of my squad already on board. 

“We are a go. All ships are clear to launch. Good luck ground force 9.” chimes the Hangar officer over the main channel. Lifting off the landing gear as they retract into the underframe. At the same time springing forward closing the doors. Finally leaving the Hangar surrounded by other Gunships, leafblade class Heavy Fighters, Hawk class fighters and Eagle class bombers. Wings from Valiant and Indefatigable merge together into a large column heading directly for the planet.

“Locking in coordinates of largest life mass.” Sicko exclaims.

Banking leftward as the doors slid back with their usual hiss clank. Grabbing hold of a hand grab peering from the side. Sarah does the same looking ahead to see if she recognizes anything or anyone.

“Their they are. Oh my and completely surrounded by Undead and Wyyvern knights.” she points out remarking.

Pulling a Laser targeting device from my belt reaching out with my left hand marking the area. My HUD (Heads up Display) Instantly gathers the coordinates and sends it the Sickos targeting computer. 

“Sending target Coordinates now.” he shouts out. 

Seconds latter Heavy Laser Plasma bursts streak past our gathered flight of craft impacting the ground erasing many creatures from existence. 

“Eagles go to work bombing the Uffern Byw out of them. Fighters keep an LZ clear.” I utter out over the channel. Said craft break formation veering away and wing diving into the force below. While the bombers make long strafing runs launching heavy Missiles into the thick of things. Circling around the large smoking craters the Fighters keep a tight knit firing pattern keeping the craters clear. Sev pops the Laser Minigun up into the left Window in front of my and starts hosing down creatures.

“What are these things” shouts out Corr.

“He is the Nekolich, please stop killing him. You just make more.” replies Sarah.

“Well that could be a problem” Berrats Maddy as she grabs hold of her heavy launcher. 

“You’ll have to contain him,” Sarah suggests. “I could try freezing him. This would get Edward’s attention at the same time. Or cease fire while I call my Rams. My army can still match his numbers, but not for much longer.”

   “I might be able to help with that. But in my own way of course.” calmly speaks Nëastar around 10 yards from the bottom of the crater Galdriel leaps out followed by me and Nimrodel. Other Gunships around us land, unloading more troops on the ground. Elves Humans and Dwarves. Other gunships above keep flying defensive patterns around keeping the crater edge clear.

“All units hold your fire on the Undead. They just Multiply more.” I speak out in my Helmet. Looking either side viewing my gathered force raising my hand and beckoning for a forward advance.

“Dewch ymlaen. Ti fab mab wyt ti eisiau byw am byth.

A spirit taps me on the shoulder, “Please, we cannot hold, Michael needs evac or we will turn too,” then it fades.

“Sarah something just asked to save Michael?”

She comes to a halt. “Our Multiverses head Necromancer? Shit, I’m on it.” Her ear twitches seeking Michael’s voice, “Got him,” with an “Iron Ram!” she clears a path and rushes forward at top speed, the six-inch retractable claws on her feet digging into the ground for increased traction. The Nekolich’s bodies that tried to stop her were frozen alive and no longer able to die.

Following up to the crest. Nëastar hovering on a pillow of magic glides over to us.watching intently at Sarah’s actions.

“Hmm curious I think I know how to deal with them now.”  says Nëastar in her normal tone. Raising her hands as her Magical aura turns from blue to bright Silver. From her hands she sends out burst of Lightning. Not your normal Electrical lighting though. As each tendril of lightning hits an undead each one freezes.

“Ni allaf gadw hyn I fyny am amser hir. Gan ei chael hi’n ôl yn gyflym.” 

Finding the head of the Nekolich, Sarah grabs him by the throat, throws him down and, standing upon him says, “you are free. Now get up and fight!” 

The Emerald green returns to Stu’s eyes, “Sarah?” Then he remembers, “Michael!” Surrounding the downed Necromancer with himself and creating a landing zone for the Elves his bodies spills out, “Sorry, please send medical,” at its center.

“Why does everyone have to be difficult,” the possessed Edward calls his taken legion of Angels. Snow summons her demons in time to cut them off, but Heaven’s Legions are too much.

“Iron!” Echos Sarah’s voice across the battlefield.

“Ram!” Many voices reply in unison as from teal-hued snow rise one hundred thousand generations of Northlandish Fennecs including several hundred half-breed generations.

“Iron!” Sarah shouts again.

“Ram!” her army replies.

“Finally!” Pip falls to his knees in relief only to be punted by Loki. Landing at Sarah’s feet. “It’s about time.”

Sarah gestures for one of her med teams to rush him out of the battle. Ariel rushes forward instantly inspecting Michael’s body. Raising her hand out as a Gunship comes to a hovering landing just behind. Ariel and 2 others lift Michael into the crew deck before the gunship lifts off heading straight back to R.E.S. Valiant. Sarah smiles quickly before turning to staring down her taken God. “Come on then!” Nyarlathotep shouts angrily as she sends a tendril for every member of her army.

As they approach, Sarah smiles and turns to her Knights, “Iron Rams! In what were we born?”

“War!” Her Knights reply.

“Of what were we forged?” Sarah asks them

“War!” Her Knights reply.

“For what do we live and die!” Sarah asks.

“War!” Her Knight’s reply.

“Today we face the Wall,” Sarah begins her speech. “Our Wall! One of our own. One of our best! He deserves nothing less than our tradition. What is our tradition!”

“We fight to align, we fight to prove worth, to fight each other shows our will to make each other strong!” Her Knights reply.

“What did Drak Mountainhiem call us again?” Sarah changed the subject.

“Battering Rams!” Her Knight’s reply.

“And what is a Wall to a battering ram?” Sarah asks.

“Nothing!” Her Knights reply.

“Rams,” she says no longer shouting, “tear him down.” Rushing past her into the Wyyvern Knights and tendrils before them in glorious melee combat the Iron Ram Knights enter a battle that has only just begun. The Elves quickly enter the fray afterward. Pulling their own Melee weapons out or just keeping back Firing away with their weapons. Along with their human mates. The Dwarves go for another approach. Pulling out small axes they throw them into the enemy and charge headlong with Big 2 sided axes. 

 Translation Of Welsh

Uffern byw- Living hell.

Dewch ymlaen. Ti fab mab wyt ti eisiau byw am byth- come on. You son of bitches do you want to live forever.

Ni allaf gadw hyn I fyny am amser hir. Gan ei chael hi’n ôl yn gyflym – I can’t keep this up for long get her back fast.