Undead at the Gates

[5itty 66]

 

 

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15th of the Amber Cold, 1670

 

 

An eerie night in the streets of Holm, the usual bustling metropolis rendered silent, static. The courtyard, the markets all deficient of their customary mercantilism. Guard personnel of the brigade patrolled the residential, trouble was afoot and unwelcome indeed. A congregation of gallant souls bordered the courtyard in anticipation to behold the events unfolding outside the confines of the city walls. Suddenly, a green mist evaporated to a cloud of smoggy fume, an after effect of a chilling zephyr rolling through the city and trickling down the spines of those in watch. The silent anticipation had been shattered, tension filled the air so thick as if you could slice with a knife. Consequent screams echoed through the enclosed valley as citizenry women and children dispersed in panic in search for shelter and refuge. The Consulory republic escorting their families quickly out of harm all the while Brigadier garrison stood firm and steadfast behind the grand city gate.

 

 

Without a moments warning, distant screeching and clawing of scurrying undead could be heard scattering around the rocky hillside beyond the city walls, gradually enclosing in proximity towards the municipality.

 

“Brigade! Hold the gate! Archers man the walls! Stand fast!” barked the officers of the garrison, retaining tranquillity in their tone morally in support to their troops. Crashing against the gates hurled flaming boulders, the size of a man decisively crushing against the steel bars while supporting rocks from the ramparts crumbled. Close behind a motility of fleshy blistering undead charged at the gates opening, clambering and stampeding over one another in terrifying disarray and blood thirst spitting and biting as they came. The wave met the gates with a shivering thump of flesh on steel as flaying arms and hands reached through the gaps for anything they could grab. Volley’s of archer fire reigned down from the upper wall, impaling undead skulls from above with recurring blood splattering in proximity. Body by body gradually felled at the foot of the gatehouse but merely splintering away at a momentous cluster to no genuine avail.

 

 

Before the gathering of flesh could batter down the steel defences, battle cries of gallantry could be heard ringing outside the city embankment. The clanking of steel and decapitation of flesh echoing throughout the valley as grunting of man against deceased chimed deafeningly from the rear. As undead after undead turned their attention away to the gate and to the unknown events at the rear, the herd of bloodthirsty undead were cut down, revealing Morish mercenaries and Silverblade bannermen lead by Augustus Silverblade and Roei Silverblade.

 

 

“You boys need a hand eh?” Augustus blurts, climbing over the gates debris and piled bodies to the Holmite Brigade, the convalescent forces shadowing him close behind. The two parties chuckled and laughed at the statement icebreaker, the tension diffused for but a moment as battle emotions forgot themselves. Before idle conversation could commence, a flurry of clacking lightning bolts crashed against the fortifications opposite them. Huge bricks and boulders plummeted to the ground as defenders were projectiled through the air and onto the rocky mountain face. Defenders in the courtyard witnessed in horror, as the green mist emerged from beyond the gates once more, the remnant shrieking and roaring of undead creatures deafening the scenery reoccurrence. The combined forces of Holmite and Renatian defenders rallied at the tarnished gates and stood fast, preparing for another courageous defence.

 

 

A delegate of ghostly skeletons mounted atop gargantuan arachnids cantered down the walkway of the gate. Augustus turned over his shoulder to the defenders, circling his sword by the hilt to warm up his wrist as he ushered “**** are we waiting on lads? Attack!”

The Silverblade contingent rushed along the walkway eagerly, chanting and crying words of encouragement to one another as their armoured entities smashed against the undead line, hurling themselves towards them with sword and shield thrusting at them. This onslaught spurred a spirited contagiousness to the surrounding defenders, as Holmite garrison followed close behind, bringing the fight outside the confines of their fortifications.

 

 

Amidst the pandemonium, a clearing came about. A magnificent arachnid advanced into the centre of the fray. Close by encounters dispersing from the entity, ridden by a dark necromancer draped in green with a misty cold aura screening it’s decent. Nascent from it’s tattered robes emerged a chained malice loosely held in idle readiness. Roei and the Necromancer locked eyes for a moment, the clearing emerging them it’s nucleus. Roei reluctantly turned to countenance the atrocious silhouette, readying his posture and shuffling lightly on his feet to remain friable in his plate armour. A panicked spur of courage filled Roei’s heart as he charged the beast, sword held high above his head and shield in front roaring decisively at the ordeal. The two came to blows, silver steel meeting shadow chains as the Necromancer’s sorcerous might evidently prevailed. The Necromancer swung at the feet of Roei, clearing him of grounding. Abruptly a pair of Holmites threw themselves at the Necromancers figure, knocking it back and providing area for recovery. Frustrated by this defiance, the Necromancer furiously swung at the combined Roei and Holmites in attempt to vanquish them indefinitely. Before this could be carried out however, the combined efforts of Holm and Renatus had annihilated the remaining undead forces, mobilizing once more to run down the dark Necromancer for good. Through sheers numerical superiority and unwavering morale of the defenders, the Necromancer was defeated, and the combined efforts of those participating predominate.

 

The day demonstrated the cognition for two foreign nations to come together in defiance of a common enemy, or threat most would say. It is illustrious now the undead are habituating these lands with us, and this act of defiance of the living shown evident in the face of this terror. The power of what is good prevails.

 

((Thanks ET for a good event, Silverblades best PvE don't @ us))

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain, steward of holm, hears of the aid the Silverblades gave to Holm and pens a bill for thr Senate to vote on granting the silverblades friendship status within the lands of Holm.

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

Ibraheem Aladeen Smiled at the news "Great warriors of Holm and Silverblades Indeed." nodding in approval 

(badass writing put all my posts all together in shame 0-0 Truly one of the greatest posts I seen))

[BDanecker 867]

The Valor and the noble deeds of both parties spurs even greater nationalism in Consul Dor Irongut’s stony heart, content with the public fame both received.

((What ibrah said, one of the best posts I’ve read))

[Burnsy 437]

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