The Reckoning of Quarryvile

[Angmarzku 1251]

The Reckoning of Quarryville

 

 

 

 

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“Radiant is the Black Sun!”

 

Soldiers of Mordring, Unknown

 

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As commonplace with an Undead assaults, the day seemed as ordinary as ever, people toiled in the fields, soldiers patrolled. Just the Saint’s day prior brought about the liberation of Quarryville, the once luminant mark lay destroyed, ruined, all seemed as if well.

 

The faint sight of  ebon drakes brought about the sounding of bells and resounding shouts; a call to arms, even if they were in the far distance. Unorderly thuds, the clatter of metallic boots were then echoed, encroaching on Leopolds’ wall at a substandard pace.

 

Boreal trees were beginning to be felled, closer and closer; louder clatters, truly more than the mere Ghoul was capable of.

 

Come nightfall, the massive force arrived, few trolls were dotted amongst the trees, crude siege engines strapped to their back as they awaited the bulk, the necrotic combatants. Westerlandic forces took to the wooden palisades, ballistae and arbalest alike primed and aimed outwards, to the tenebrous landscape, granting them but meager vision.

 

Afterwards, a multitude of mounted figures came to an abrupt halt along the loose path, but just out of sight, various commanders no doubt, but awaiting for the bulwark of  soldiers which dwelt behind.

 

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“Pour forth my comrades, rend them, for your lord, Mordring!”

 

Minor captain of Mordring, unknown

 

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Thus, upon their harkened orders the trolls launched forth their projectiles; masses of stone, aimed to splinter and tear at the wall wrought of wood, to breach.

 

Sure enough, a shot landed, rendering forth a sizable hole onto which they poured onwards, the masses, corpse and captain alike took to the opening.

 

The worse however proved yet to come.

 

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“Bring forth the Drakes!”

 

Believed commander in charge, unknown

 

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Amalgamating with the foot-soldiers soared along a trio of horrid Drakes, flames spewed from their maws, coating defender and defenses both in a blazing inferno.

 

Hours gradually took by, harsh battling followed, while severely outnumbered by the opposition the Westerlands and those whom aided them proved greater prowess over the mass of armed corpses, though many of course simply found themselves enclosed by the dead, slain.

 

A hulking bolt took to the skies, finding it’s mark amongst one of Mordring’s Drakes to greatly injure the beast, much like most of their men, some of the commanding figures were lost to the toil of battle, encumbered by the resilience and grit of the Westerlands.

 

Some managed to withdraw though, no doubt, hasty figures retreating into the forests as their forces were  growing more and more ineffective, news of Ghamul’s demanifestation tore morale to a low, alas, triumph and victory were seemingly that of the Descendant’s, though who was known as the real victor?

 

Quarryville lay in absolute ruin, tainted by draconian flames, corpses, and crimson strewn near and far.

 

Victory or defeat…?

 

 

OOC note: This massive event was an entirely new experience for us, most, if not all were scrambling about attempting to multitask various things. We understand that many were upset about the outcome of this experience or of the various aspects on how it was handled, rest assured we learned a good deal from this.

 

Thank you to everyone who assisted and participated in this encounter, here’s to many more to

come.

 

Bless  @Skylez1for his writing skills.

 

 

 

[Skylez 870]

Kaevryn accounts his loses and prepares yet again for what is to come.

 

((Good post, I wonder who wrote it?

[Parkins 550]

A Necromancer toils away in the Abyss, crafting new horrors to unleash.

[_NotChris 278]

Leionclne pats Kaevryn on the back for his hard work.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"The Saddest Place....-Quarryville." Rakim mumbles to himself as he readies himself for more to come.

[FORƎST 1312]

"The Goobie giveth, and the Goobie taketh away..." Mutters Haskill, mourning his barn.

[ryno2 1285]

Officer Grudgebeard surveys the battle's aftermath atop his stalwart police horse, undead gore dripping from his service boots to form a trail behind him. He lights a dark brown cigar and blows smoke rings up into the dim haze that formed over Quarryville after Mordring's retreat, one ring for every general that he'd defeated or forced to retreat - five in all. 

OOC:

 

the only thing i didn't like about the event was that some of the et would /heal themselves when they were low health, and one was still in god mode when the fight started