HappyShackles 886 Share Posted October 12, 2014 KRUUUG! The warriors of Krug, Uruks bathed in blood and battle from birth, smashed through the treelines of the swamp of Embermoore, their allies of of Aesterwald, black and white flashing in the distance as they slash through the hordes of undead, summoned by the plaguemakers that had made their home in the dreaded swamp. The Elves of Laureh'linn dash from tree to tree, the whistling of arrows and the thuds of their strikes creating a thunderstorm of sound to combat even that of the bloodied worshippers of Iblees. The creatures had come to the aid of the Necromancers of Embermoore, smashing into the flank of the allied forces. Casualties began to mount, yet the valiant crusaders of righteousness would not surrender. The Dwarves of Urguan made their presence known with their own push, driving back Iblees' minions. The flank made free, only the Necromancers of Embermoore remained, their gates open to assault; and so the castle was stormed. The remaining forces of the cruel creatures were slaughtered, their blood soaking the grounds of their unholy tower, but at a cost. Nearly half the Allies' forces lay dead, and as the wounded Rex limped into the fortress to the sound of cheering, he could only grit his teeth. Victory, at a cost, but victory all the same. This day, not even the combined forces of Iblees' minions and the Coven of Embermoore could halt the progress of the chosen descendents. This day, the black of heart burned, and Krug could not help but grin. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Galendar 631 Share Posted October 12, 2014 Vulrawg smiles as he returns to the cultist city. "Wi hab flat'd mani peepul diz day! ZELABRAID BRUDDURZ!" He'd throw down the multiple heads of the descendants he had slain, watching as his orcish horde grew and more cultists of other races entered. They had made their point. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Panashea 3326 Share Posted October 12, 2014 Kugar looks around at the charred remains of people, and whatever hellish constructs had been left behind. He grinned,blood still dripping from the black greatsword. "Ezy klomp." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
osumanduas 1442 Share Posted October 13, 2014 grumbles something about whitewashes Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 8055 Share Posted October 13, 2014 Marvin repairs and sharpens his sword, The Jester's Ace, which had spilt the blood of a Vesitza crawling out in ambush. A skull of an imp has been mounted on his mantelpiece in his small Pravets home. "Almost too easy." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CosmicWhaleShark 2488 Share Posted October 13, 2014 Phaedrus looks down to his bowstring after the battle, frayed to thin and miniscule strands, an empty quiver hanging at his waist. He runs his hand over the wood before giving it a few reassuring taps, looking around the fort now - among the victors. After seeing his fair share of horrors within, idols of pumpkins and flesh, corpses hanging from hooks like it was a butchery, flayed bodies and tanning racks that held Human flesh, he had his fill. "Return to Laureh'lin, Elberu'cinhir, Div'cruan, Mali. Well done today." With that said, he departs 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baconthief 682 Share Posted October 13, 2014 "Glory to the ancestors!" MIzziyrn cries aloud, raising his bloodied sword into the air as the last of the necromancers fall 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ztb_00 0 Share Posted October 13, 2014 Avariss agrees with Mizziyrn, and raises his battle scarred sword Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdwhisperer 1174 Share Posted December 6, 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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