Nuke It From Orbit

[FORƎST 1312]

A pair of pale, sullen eyes struggled to open their groggy lids to survey the Angren placed before them. The horrors to greet the knight's gaze only heralded a deep rooted despair. Despite this, he singularly pushed himself to his feet amongst a dragon’s horde of corpses. With his armored chest and visor torn to utter shreds, the elusive face of the Savoyard Allister, matted in his muddied golden locks was greeted by the light of a muted sun.

 

As he glanced curiously over his shoulder, a twang of pride welling up in his throat. His shabby allies, the men who had entered the fortress alongside him routed across the bridge.

 

Xath had abandoned him, again, and the heavy billowing smoke that exhausted from all around was quickly making it difficult to breath. That was fine. For a creature such as himself moments such as this sounded off the eerie, climactic pitch of life. "I was a fool to trust in the light."

 

His squandered gaze turned from the bridge, along with any chance of escape. Dras Angral’s obelisk seemed to draw upon gravity itself. The instability of the almost static like charge building within it could be tasted in the air. A distinctly alien thought invaded his hostile mind: “Embrace the end” He dared not question the source. Were it God, the Betrayer, his prophet, the wraith.. It mattered not.

 

He stumbled up to the central crater, alone, and peered over its precipice. "I have experienced death…”  He recounted the phrase as if prayer, spreading his hands out at the hip. “I have returned to make sure you know it."

 

With that the Progenitor cast himself into the pit, to be greeted shortly thereafter by a skyward column of raw energy.

 

 

[Rig 17580]

Mithras Sylvari blinks, "Logic." 

[501warhead 1796]

A shadowy figure resides above Angren moments before the blast, staring down below him as the figure jumps into the eruption. One word is carried on the wind in response;

 

"Worthless."

[Tsuyose 3285]

Xath stood upon Dragon's Peak, watching over the newly morphed land. With a soft sigh, the heavily burdened Knight lifted his right arm, clenched fist over his heart as he saluted for the lives that were lost. His arm descends, returning back down to his side as his frame twists, about ready to leave until an ivory dove swept past in a graceful manner and an array of petals swoop past.

 

He provided a bow of his head before turning and moving to depart.

 

"Rest in peace."

 

[ausbrig renegade 238]

Falls to his knees, hearing of his comrades demise "N-no."

[Noer 577]

Asgoslav walks into the newly morphed land, the ash covering the debris of a once proud home to the grandest war machine in Athera. He looks forward, into the land past the ash, and sees a charred wreck of obsidian and other hellish materials.

He sits next to a few comrades, drinking from a flask of Carrion Black.

"You know, the dwarves used to line their forts with obsidian. They'd mine it out of comets and fill their walls with it, then covering the material with stone. They're curious, idiotic creatures, aren't they?"

 

He looks to the ashes once more, finding a charred hand of an undead minion in it. He remembers fighting outside the fort, being abandoned by his friends, falling into a trench and killing an entire wave of zombies by himself, swinging until his sword broke.

 

He remembers those who died, the brave souls who were slain by the horrid evil. He sits up, sighing.

 

"These lives cannot be forgotten. Their bravery should be shown the world, a monument to stand the test of time." 

Asgoslav turns around, remembering the Herald of Glory, forever watching his king in an icy tomb.

He walks off towards his home in Petrus, rolling out many pieces of paper. He sketches violently, for hours on end, until his work is completed, the blueprint finished. He looks upon it, proudly, running to the palace to show it to his dear friend the king.

[Altiak 1648]

When Guy is brought news of the knight's death, he heaves up his shoulders in a sigh, "His only code was loyalty."

[DagonsChosen 85]

Simon's frown is sincere, the pain he feels for the fallen comrade true. His knees are bruised, and his back aching, and the sound of the rain hitting against the tinted glass is sinister, combined with the thundering of the storm, yet the Chaplain does not rise from the pews. Whispered words fill the Amyasian cathedral, prayers for Allister, and all those who fell by Angren. 

 

Simon does not rise until the first sunlight meets his countenance. He exits the cathedral, and the emptiness of Leuvaarden strikes him hard, and he is asured: The Knights Lorraine will not be the same without that one man.

[JCmarine 12]

* Watches the man get burned alive by the column of energy in her perch upon the tree, wondering who it was "Hmm, I suppose this fight has indeed driven one or two men mad." Continues on her sketches of the great battle of Angren, wishing to soon make her grand masterpiece.

[Dohvi 622]

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