{Inactive}The Horde Of Ruin{Inactive}

[Galendar 631]

The Horde of Ruin

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(Previously The Hand of Velkan)

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7c-n4k3XrU

 

The Horde of "His Horror" is the army of Vulrawg the Horror and The Heralds of War. The horde is sworn to delivering their wrath upon the mortal races for their divine leader, Vulrawg and the Herald of Ruin. The guild itself resides within the corrupted fortress of Kaer Angren to the North of the Humans.

 

Ranks:

 

 

Prophet of Iblees

"His Majesty"

Little is known of this figure. All that is known is that he is the true puppet master. 

 

Herald of Ruin

"Allfather"

The Leader of the Heralds and chief commander of Vulrawg. His word is law and comes over all Heralds.

 

Heralds of War

or

“Master, My Divine Lord”

The few chosen directly by Khorvad himself, they are to lead the Horde alongside the Archimandrite during battles and skirmishes.

The only one who holds command over the Horde is The Herald of Ruin.

 

Archimandrite

or

“Lord Horror”

He is the dominant leader of all those who fall into his horde. Chosen by the leader of the Heralds of War  , he is the most capable to lead and command in the field of battle. Undead themselves may even take suggestions from this man or woman, but it is not required. He is not commanded by Undead and controls the entire order.

 

 

Senior Abbot

“Father Superior”

He is second in command beneath the Archimandrite, and guides the Abbots in leading the men within their Abbeys. Chosen by the Archimandrite , he is among the strongest (if not the strongest) Abbot both in martial ability and field tactics, and takes over the position of Archimandrite if the Father Superior is not present. If taking over that position, he is to be called “His Hand” and at the fall of the Archimandrite, he is to take his place.

 

 

Abbot

“Father”

These are the men who hold the most redeeming quality of all the members in the Horde. At any time, there are four of them. They possess the greatest prowess in martial ability and field tactics. The Abbots are in charge of their own individual Abbey (Squad) who they supply with all they need. If a specific Abbey is requiring anything, they are to go to the Senior Abbot to obtain said items.

 

Prior

“Dear Brother”

The main bulk of the force. A Prior is an Oblate who is recognized as having more martial prowess or experience than the Children. He may be sent with other Priors on special assignments within a battle, e.g., performing flanking maneuvers, false routs, etc. They, along with the inexperienced Oblates, make up an Abbey, or a squad of infantrymen.

 

Oblate

“Child”

The weakest and unproven members of the warband, they have just been admitted into the Horde. They, along with the more experienced Priors, make up an Abbey, or a squad of infantrymen.

 

Postulant

-Not an Oblate, needs no specific addressing-

One not even in the Horde, they are trying to earn their way into it. Postulants may sacrifice in the name of Abbots and higher ranking members to gain their favor and, in turn, admittance into the Horde. An Oblate or Prior may be demoted to a Postulant if they disobey their Abbots, and only have one last chance to curry their favor.

 

Specialized Jobs:

Specialized jobs are given to men within an Abbey to complement their rank. While having one of these jobs does imply the possession of a desirable trait within the Horde, it does not mean that the person is any more likely to be promoted.

 

Treasurer

This man keeps track of the spoils of battle and keeps inventory of the Horde’s standard-issue equipment. Typically a Prior, he is the most trusted man in the Abbeys, and is chosen by either a vote of the Abbots or a decision by the Senior Abbot. He distributes equipment to the Abbeys as needed, at the request of Abbots, the Senior Abbot, or a majority vote by the Abbeys themselves; requests may be vetoed by the Senior Abbot. He takes equipment from the Chamberlain for distribution.

 

Oblate-Master

The main recruiter for the Horde, he travels around Athera in search of new recruits and inducts them as Oblates. If someone comes to him asking to be initiated, that one is deemed a Postulant and may perform any task the Oblate-Master desires in order to be inducted.

He also leads Postulants in battle if such is their initiation rite; he does not lead Oblates into battle, as the Oblate-Master assigns each Oblate to an Abbey after induction.

 

Chamberlain

Typically a Prior, he crafts the standard-issue equipment for the Horde and gives it to the Treasurer, who distributes it accordingly. There may be more than one Chamberlain if such is necessary, to produce sleek Bows, swift Leather pieces, or sturdy Mail.

 

Circuitor

The most savage man of the Abbeys, he is the executioner and head torturer of the Hand. He may interrogate a mortal for information, sacrifice someone to the Undead, or publicly execute a known enemy of the Empire. In his zeal for Iblees, he may lead a ‘sermon’ in honor of the Undead, leading songs or dances performed in His honor.

 

Hegumen

A member of the Hand specially chosen to lead the Horde’s mages, corrupted druids, etc. against the mortal races. He may teach specially inclined Oblates in the various ways of magic, in such a way as to pay heed to Iblees, of course.

 

The Origins

The Hand of Velkan originated from the group termed by many as “Cultists of Iblees”. The true origins of this militaristic group are known not by many aside from the leaders and some wise enough to look into past records.

 

It began in the year 1476 of the Sun’s Smile. A massive and combat hardened uruk by the name of Vulrawg the Horror took to riding about the continent of Athera atop the back of his mighty Lur wolf. Originally of the clan Lur, he took to despising the foolish Rex’s of his era and went off on his own adventures. The uruk went about slaughtering many mortals about the roads and forests, causing chaos throughout the small land in which the descendents dwelled upon. His name became renowned among many during his times of trouble making. To a few, his life was simple and what they sought. Vulrwag began to amass a pack of orcs, later assembling them into a clan and dubbing himself “Wargoth” of the clan Raug.

 

It all changed the day he found a grey dwarf along the roads of Athera. Vulrawg questioned this dwarf, moving his sword as if to cause harm towards the Dwarf. Then, a flash lit the sky, and the Dwarf was no more. In his place stood a shrouded skeleton, a brilliant gold staff placed in his hand. Startled, Vulrawg sprang back on his haunches, and watched. The Dwarf introduced himself as the heir to the throne of Urguan, Velkan II. Telling him that with the power of the Purest Aengul, Iblees, he would take his throne, Vulrawg bent the knee. Vulrawg lead his company of uruks, following their new master to the hold of Khaz’Ardol.

 

The days turned to weeks as many a man and woman fell to the blades of these dark soldiers. Mortals from all walks of life began to appear, joining their cause to serve the dark lord and retake his seat upon the throne of the Dwedmer. The date came when it was time, and the dark forces launched their assault upon the capitol city of Kal’Agnar where many a man, dwarf, and orc stood valiantly against the blight of the Hand, of course, to no avail.

 

The banners of The Grand Kingdom fell to the ground and the black and grey banners of the Hand and Clan Ironborn rose about the city. Never again would the city be tainted by those blind to the purest faith... or so was thought.

 

The Birth of the Second Era

Two years after the fall of Kal'Agnar, the mortals united and rose up, taking back the dwarven capitol for the small amount of dwarves left. When the Empire fell and the banners of Clan Ironborn as well, the Hand of Velkan dissipated.

 

Many years after, the once normal Vulrawg rose from the shadows of the Under Kingdom atop his mount, Waghbehzt. His skin had turned a black darker than coal; his eyes being piercing yellow. The mighty uruk had grown from a typical eight feet to a towering twelve feet tall. What little followers he had left refused to fight any longer and were slaughtered before his departure back into the Realm of Athera.

 

News soon reached him that his old master, The Prophet of Iblees, had taken control of a northern stronghold by the name of Kaer Angren. The keep had turned from a pale silver to a dark black, just as Vulrawg had. The mighty general saw this as a time for the rebuilding of his horde so as to better serve the dark masters.

 

While the mighty orc went about Athera, a figure approached him clad in full steel with piercing green eyes. He was the Herald of Ruin, leader of the Heralds of War and commander of all Undead forces. The powerful, fallen king informed the orc he sought an army to be raised so that the Undead forces may once more be as effective as they were when the dwarves fell. Thus began the second age of Vulrawg's Hordes naming it after his new master. 

[Galendar 631]

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[Galendar 631]

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

 

A single but long drawn out blow of The Horn of Horror resounds about Athera, the epicenter of the sound comes from Kaer Angren. The Master was calling his men back to do what they had sworn to do so long ago.

 

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH"

[Raptorious 1899]

The Herald of Ruin sits atop his mighty beast, overlooking the fortress of Dras Angral, formerly Kaer Angren, the seat of his power, the jewel of his Kingdom. His beast shudders, shifting it's weight atop the black stronghold. He looks out as Vulrawg, the Horned Horror, builds his army, his hell beast letting out a mighty, blood curdling roar. The army that would soon bring Ruin to the world of men. 

[Malaise 1570]

The Prophet of Iblees gazes down upon the bustling horrors below, admiring what terrible armies he has wrought. He returns to the citadel mount, hosting audience with a force unseen.

[susitsu 871]

The Herald of Fear watches in silence for a moment before turning away, muttering "Finally we have an army...and yet...it was done without the work of the Corpse Mages..." Striding through the passageway out of Dras Angral, he moves to draw his blade as he says "I have work to be doing."

[Bircalin 332]

The Ranger sits upon his heels in a crouch, looking out from Petrus' walls towards where Kaer Angren lay with a venomous scowl donned on his lips. The bellowing roar a distant thunder as it reaches Petrus, leaving a rumbling in his chest as he murmurs nonsensically beneath his breath.
Not since the elder land had the Undead reigned dominion over land so securely. The thought unsettled him, leaving him to adjust the  familiar yew bow slung around him through habit.

"This will be an age unforgotten." He mutters louder, rising to a stand with a calm grunt. "Let's see what they've got..."

[Swgrclan 2682]

"They know naught of the true heraldry," whispers He of the Deep, once coined Abdiel Ipos of the old Cult of Iblees.

"Ah, Torian...

...it seems the Lord we served has claimed pretenders."

[Crippledpope 37]

Elgon stands beside Ranger, his crimson cape bellowing in the wind, reflecting the motion of his golden mane of hair; in his hand is his full helm, dented and battered from years of war and torment, his armour weighs heavily on him, and the once pristine snow-white tabbard depicting a golden lion has been mauled and singed.
"You need not stand alone." he rests one hand on Ranger's shoulder, removing an ivory horn from his belt with the other and from it a mighty rallying call to his brothers sounds.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF2LZvzvpEA

[xenenxnennxnx 99]

 

Abigail tosses two bloody eyeballs in her right hand, catching them, and releasing them as she wanders towards Petrus.  Upon the sound of the horn reaching her ears, followed by a roar, she shivers, stopping in her tracks. She peers down at the eyeballs, rubbing them with her other hand, "Be my sight, be my mind, show me what I've yet to find." Her footsteps lightly echo as she makes her way to Kaer Angren. 

 

"I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone."

[Rig 17591]

The Fire Magi, once deemed 'Azgar', utters, "They will fail, the age of petty fallen Daemons is over... there will only be man, now, Irfan and the Four guide my blade against such hideous abominations..." 

[Galendar 631]

((To clarify, the undead kinda fell on their faces so this has become inactive!))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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