Fallen Soldiers Walk Again

[DruinsBane 240]

 

 

Swords, spears, shields, all broken, jutting out of the ground as if tombstones for those that have fallen and are laying half out of the ground drenched in mud, carrion and other fell things soar the sky, landing and picking at the broken shells of Men, Elves, Dwarves.These charnel graves standing as a cruel reminders of what war is, and always will be.

 

 

But on the outskirts strange figures work, moaning and groaning these living dead scoop and pick up these slain men. For one mans loss is another gain. These fallen souls would eventually fight again, but under a new terrible banner. For none are safe when the bodies of picked men, walk again.

 

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[Drak3 442]

A loud-mouthed, Uruk Ghoul is seen in the distance, shouting mindless orders at the rest of the walking cadavers as they go about. Picking up random body parts and torsos to toss into what seems a massive cart. Brought to a halt in the middle of the aftermath.

[Tentoa 3160]

Achan-Chatla's eldritch form loomed over the cliff side of the Mali'fenn battlefield, clutched in one of its ivory appendages would be a small, child-like creature with a malformed and disturbing large head. The abomination itself clutched large, leather-bound and weather-beaten tome that it prepared to write in. With a soft huff the odd creature began its theatrical speech with a voice of almost feminine baritone which carried shortly upon the wind and faded long before it touched mortal ears. "War is nothing but the living seeking to prove their might, to beat down the spirits of their competitors for the sake of material or prideful gain, but in truth there is nothing but heartache and death in the end to be gained from such selfish bloodshed..." it would pause, dramatic tone fading as it took up a much more chipper one to finish off the speech. "And that makes a much more interesting story than happiness and uninterrupted peace! wouldn't you say so?" It spoke to the creature in hand, which would raise its disgustingly large head, mouth parting to release a bone-chilling and inhuman shriek. 

"No need to be rude about it, little git." the tentacled horror replied, dropping its creation onto its rear to allow it to continue writing the words it dictated.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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