JVQ 1719 Share Posted October 5, 2014 The beams of light magnified through the stained glass, flickering on the sharp edges of the Dwarven blades andarmour and on to the white walls of the Silver city. An eerie silence had bestowed itself on the Capital of the Elf, creating a hanging sense of fatalism in the air, the quiet before the storm. The broken window closest to the stairs made frame to a Daemon portal, a fiery red door to the Nether, an entrance of death and darkness. A bleak light shuttered in the centre of the portal as hundreds of Khorvad Spawn poured out of the mouth of the Arch Daemon, outnumbering Dungrimm's folk 10 to 1. "Keep yer backs tuh t'e wall an' stay frosty!" Shouted the Marshal to his Soldiers, their experience diverse. They obeyed, backing to the wall and using their weapons to forge a wall of blades between, them the Undead. The sons of Urguan made worms meat of the rotting walkers. Shortly after the second wave, flying beings of fire set themselves upon the Dwarves, shooting molten rocks and dropping rods of fire, they flew like birds but died like rats. The Legion proved their worth with their bow, shooting the moving targets on par with the absent Elves. These flying flaming demons were no feat to the Dwarves. Emerging from the portal, a three headed fire shooting wither. The library blazed as easy kindling but contained the beast in it's halls; the Dwarves didn't have to worry about a moving target. Succeeding the Withers attempts, four of it's bretherin, still no match for the Dwarven professional army. By the time the Elves showed themselves in their own city, the sons of Urguan had cleared the silver halls of the corrupted dead. Heed this warning Atherians, you can not predict when he will strike. Now is the time for peace among the Descendants. Now is the time for Unity. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rig 17581 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Aegor claps, nodding with approval. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Samler 1565 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Meanwhile somewhere else in Athera, Seth and his kin drinks a lovely cup of tea, speaking a few words in elven every now and then as they recall old memories from the time of old, eating bread from Aeterwald, their supposed enemy, laughing lightly at the irony. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fitermon 668 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Kelgrim Ireheart continues shouting "Fer Dungrimm!" in the mountains. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sky 0 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Virak makes a necklace out of the nether star and with a soft chuckle raises his mug to the sky. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Demagol sharpens Bokkanym's Pride, then he cleans his armor. Demagol didn't see any mention of Clan Doomforge's help in this. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lima 774 Share Posted October 6, 2014 Demagol sharpens Bokkanym's Pride, then he cleans his armor. Demagol didn't see any mention of Clan Doomforge's help in this. Lori doesn't see mention of the Irehearts in particular either. He cares little because why did any clan in particular need to be mentioned? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aerdun 26 Share Posted October 6, 2014 Aelthir hears about the attack and deaths of several High Elves, sighing in relief. "It is a good thing we lost nothing valuable." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dreek 1633 Share Posted November 28, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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