The First Battle Rings Out In Lenniel.

[Treshure 5818]

Shrieks of Cultists ring out in the air.

Dozens of soldiers marched up the hillside, plunging into battle against the evil Scourge. Clashes of steel rang throughout the air as fire breath rained down on the defenders. The first wave of attackers, composed mostly of Uruks, stormed into the Manor and took it over. Meanwhile, a Drake soared over the area, keeping out of the reach of the Manor. A figure stood in the courtyard, purple light swirling from her. It cleanses and purged the area around her, the tranquility of life breathing once more.

 

All of a sudden, arrows rained down from the Manor's towers. They were not yet all destroyed. Cultists and Harbingers poured from the top, raining down celestial hell. The Uruks and members of the races of Anthos retreated to the other end of Lenniel, where a strong defense was held. And so the battle went forth, each side sending their own squad to defeat the other. The battle went on for some time, until the numbers of the men on both sides dwindled. They retreated into their respective towers, for the next battle still lingered. This was far from over, and so it was, the first battle has ended.

[Samoblivion 532]

Maris picks through the ruins of the Scourge fort as the Orcs celebrate their triumph. She quietly euthanizes those captives too injured or too insane to ever recover and heads for home.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

As the battle rages on, a lone figure donned in gold strides towards the base of the massive bloodshard tower, stepping to the side smartly as some malicious spell soars through. He reaches out, a stream of golden mist pouring gently from his hand to gingerly probe the central hub of the structure. The bloodshard hisses dangerously and he hastily withdraws his hand, the mist dispersing.

 

"Not yet. Not quite yet."

[Devland99 180]

Zark watches from the tree lines, his 5 cultist friends with him, grim looks on they're faces as they see the smoke and fire arise from Leanniel.

[Hobolympic 1093]

Balek Irongut sifts through the ruined battleground, clutching his pounding head as his hangover continues, after one hell-of-a battle completely wasted alongside his dwarven friends. What a night; drug-inspection in Irongut Clan Hall, all-out pillow-fort--trench-war with Clan Irongrinder inside Kal'Ithrun, and then stumbling into the scourge battle a few hours later.

[Swgrclan 2682]

The shadow of black wings is cast far overhead; blanketing the town in darkness as a massive being observes what damage has been done. His brother, his kin, had been felled by the rallied forces; his brother who, for whatever reason, had chosen to pose as himself; though it shows with the death of his weaker sibling, only one may hold the title of "The Stone Serpent." A resounding roar ripped from the corrupted Dragons' maw as he flew overhead; and in response to this, distant squeals and shrieks sounded northward of the city.



Strange, fur-and-armor clad creatures filtered into  the war-torn Leanniel; bearing hatred and malice for those that had struck down their Black Lord's kin. The Bohra Dragon-Warriors quickly occupy the town and then disperse from sight moments later -- scattering into the treeline as to establish plans for those who still walked these streets.


 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.