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A Vision Falls Ill

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Word travels across the land, from the nine men who saw the original vision. One descendant dropped to his knees as everyone around began to see a war happening in the blink of an eye. The story travels as the first bard hears, sharing it with every squire and town crier. Like a sickness, the story passes on, one to another, from mouth to ear, some words disappear. Yet the story stays intact.

 

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“A sea of Green and Gold, a wave of Orange and Black. The City of Bastion under siege. The Army of the Westerlands standing strong as the head of House Winter stands in their ranks. Caius among them all as the first shot launches from the lines of trebuchets, shaking the walls. Elves of the woods and uruks of the mesa were seen among these mighty men. Horns blasted inside as the catapults and ballistas fired back, launching glowing rockets across the sky. The Orange Banners smack into the dirt as the short men in the fields begin to scream. A troll, scarred from years in an arena covered in armour walks down the center line, approaching the gate.”

 

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“Both sides go quiet as the troll’s fist strikes the gate. It grunts and walks backwards and let’s out a deep roar. At that moment a chilling voice is heard from the Green and Gold ranks and the sky lights up again with stones covered in alchemist fire, soaring through the sky as they impact against the gate. The soldiers of the Westerlands, of House Winter, of the elves and uruks, and of the last free men rush down. Screams come out as the Orange and Grey banners push against the now shattered gate. Yet a strange scream can be heard, a scream from the valley, from the pit around Bastion. A lifeless horde, a horde of death of and destruction begins to march from the lowest tombs of the Westerlands. As the ones of the vision would see, at their front ranks, the undead once known as Jacques de Felsen marches well ahead of any of the ghouls, each monster obeying their leader. The Orange banners clash against the mighty Red Fleet, pushing them back across the bridge as bolts whiz down, dropping each man. A lone man begins to cry as he looks down the side of the city. The endless undead horde has pushed itself up, climbing over the bodies of each other.”

 

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“That one soldier who looked over the edge was grabbed by Jacques and thrown over, his scream locked in the minds of both sides. As the defenders retreated deeper into the city, the endless fire in the skies ceased to stop. Killing their own troops, the attackers continued to fire. The undead horde began it’s way around the walls killing any stragglers as the gates shut to the palace of the Westerlands. Caius and his final forces, man and elf, uruk and Winter, stood side by side watching the doors. As oil dropped upon a troll approaching the final gate, it’s fist slammed against the doors, over and over, until finally, the doors fell.”

 

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“Every defender let loose their arrows as the troll pushed it’s way through and fell to it’s knees. And with Caius charging forward, the beast’s head rolled to the corner of the room. The remaining of the defenders pushed against the horde, slaughtering every man and dwarf, Green and Orange, that walked into their last stand. Yet as the numbers continued to grow for the siegers, the defenders began to fall. The sound of swords and shields striking faded away as only one man was left. Caius pushing his way back towards the throne, killing anyone who came near. Yet, a haunting laugh sent chills down his spine. As the shadowed figure steps into the light and grabs the head of Caius, a knife is plunged through his neck. And the last that Caius saw was the undead body of Tobias Staunton.”

 

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"really makes you think" says Danny "Almost like heretics who actively reject 2 of the Prophets and the Book of Gospel and name a Saint who lived hundreds of years before Courland existed as a patron of themselves via a state-supported church might be......... evil?"

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Loic de Savin is confused.

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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