The Opening Salvo

[Imperial Administration 530]

 

The screams of battle raged on for hours. On the plains beyond Hadrian's Wall, the carnage ensued. Wave after wave of daemons poured from the rift, surging forward and clashing with the forces of Humanity. The line held fast, encouraged by their Prince, the Imperial Marshal, and the many Noble commanders, barking orders and holding the line against the tide of evil.

 

But just as the evil forces were looking to relent, a far greater force appeared from the right. A daemon of tremendous size, nearly the height of Hadrian's Wall, grotesque and hell-bent on destruction. The forces of Humanity, ever clever and understanding of the danger, regrouped on the bastions of the wall. Repelling the myriad ground forces that charge before the giant daemon, a select few man the siege engines on the ramparts, firing trebuchets and ballistas at the slow-approaching colossus. One of the engines hit its mark perfectly, and the colossus collapsed to the floor, falling on its back and shaking the earth with its slam. The forces of Humanity saw this opportunity, and by a call of the Prince, pounced on the fallen giant. Swarming over the beast, the men hacked and slashed at whatever piece of flesh they could, with the Prince Robert himself leaping onto its head. Stabbing down with a roar of adrenaline, the Prince impaled the colossus' head, causing it to shriek in pain and lose all forms of willful resistance, dying in its fallen state.

 

But the death of the colossus was no end, and the rift surged with life once again. It spat out three decrepit and decaying heads, giant in size, whose forceful magic flew over the ranks of the forces, raining down a deadly destruction of flames. Arrows, crossbow bolts, and ballistas fired at the terrible heads, bringing them down after a great many casualties.

 

Again the rift glowed with life, and poured out countless more waves of daemonic forces. They clashed again with the forces of Humanity, and were repelled once more. A final surging charge pushed the daemons back into their portal, and the forces of Oren looked to the rift with fear as it began to morph and transfuse. The rift, once black and only capable of spouting out the evils of the world, now opened and revealed to the forces a desolate and burning wasteland, charred and blackened and smelling of death.

 

The forces of Humanity, full of adrenaline and boiling blood, charged into the rift, invading the realm that was thought to be only a myth. They surged through the scorched lands of the daemons, cutting down all in their path, until their goal was finally in sight.

 

Dark spires rose from the blackened landscape, blood red crystals at their center. The Golden Lances, who were now fighting beside the forces of Humanity, had indicated that these crystals must be destroyed. Wasting no time, the forces of Oren fired relentlessly at the spires, eventually cracking the crystals and exploding the spire into several hundred chunks, scattering throughout the wasteland.

 

The forces of Oren, led by their Prince and Marshal, sounded a cheer of victory, celebrating in their destruction of the spire. But all too quickly, Humanity realized that the battle was far from over. All around them, there was battle. All the races of the world had come to combat these evils, and it was clear that this land would not be taken with a single devastating blow. Several towers still remained, but the forces of Oren were weakened and exhausted. A call from the Marshal ordered the men back to the realm of the Fringe, where the forces would regroup and prepare for another incursion into the desolate wasteland. 

 

In the meantime, the Prince called for a council of nobles, to discuss the coming plans. Couriers are sent throughout the Imperium, calling for the banners to raise once more, and that their commanders report to the capital. The council would be held, and the details of the strategy would be expressed. The men of Oren would plan, and then act.

 

The forces of evil, the forces of the daemonic Scourge, would be vanquished.

 

 

Ave Oren

Ave Chivay

Ave Humanity

[monkeymo14 53]

Marcus Felder, sworn protector of the Royal Family stood at the back of a trebutchet, calling commands to the other engines. As the men finish loading, he zeros in on the beast, before launching the boulder. The boulder hits the beast, collapsing it for the great Prince Chivay.

[calculusdesola 1658]

 

"No retreat, no surrender! By order of the Prince and the Privy council, I command you to fight til death, in the name of the Emperor, and the people of Oren! Fight for your children, fight for your wives, and your land! Betrayal will be met by death!"

 

 

((ave ex deo))

[Demotheus 651]

(( should have used this instead for your music.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCSV5GyieFw

[Splitchris 11]

Leonardo Nicatus cheers along his Nicatus family and comrades, the house fighting fiercely from start to end. As the battles end and the engagements diminish in size and frequency, he joins the Imperial Camp, resting and removing his armour and weapons, who are draped with blood, slime and other body parts. His first battle had gone quite well indeed.

[mmat 7460]

((My apologies for the OOc, but what is that texture pack?))

[seannie 7443]

The Empire Strikes Back..............

[Heff 2460]

-Reserved-

((Oh I see me in that screenie, or atleast my pants under the armor))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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