Khorvad Strikes Annil'sul!

[JVQ 1719]

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.

[Rig 17581]

Aegor claps, nodding with approval.

[Samler 1565]

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.

[Fitermon 668]

Kelgrim Ireheart continues shouting "Fer Dungrimm!" in the mountains.

[Sky 0]

Virak makes a necklace out of the nether star and with a soft chuckle raises his mug to the sky.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol sharpens Bokkanym's Pride, then he cleans his armor.

 

Demagol didn't see any mention of Clan Doomforge's help in this.

[Lima 774]

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?

[Aerdun 26]

Aelthir hears about the attack and deaths of several High Elves, sighing in relief. "It is a good thing we lost nothing valuable."

[Dreek 1633]

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