On Skies Asunder

[Treshure 5817]

 

 

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Pain.
Agony.
September’s rage burned through the cavernous deeps. The Descendants heralded his coming; yet none knew the hour of arrival. And yet, finally, he had returned.

 

It was only seconds before the first wave of creatures washed over the lower defenses. It was hours before the city cracked and splintered under the heat of the Prince’s advance. Great rifts tore the city limb from limb. The skies blackened with comets and monsters. And all above, the chant of his minions drowned the cries of the Descendants.

It was the final hour that the umbra of September wrapped the burning city. Lightning fell from the sky, and with it, creatures of horror and destruction. Dark and terrible omens filled above the carnage below; all who bore witness knew that the land was lost. With fleeing banners, the Descendants abandoned the land of the Orcs and all the kin that fell behind.

 

The fall of San’Kala would soon find word throughout Atlas. Many homes would burn a warm hearth, encased in the workings of stone and civilization. And yet as long as their homes stood fast, a continuous thought stirred in the collective unconscious.
They were not safe.

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Hu-din shakes his head slowly has he works away, planning for the next fight.

[BDanecker 867]

*the tremors would shake the ground beneath Dor Irongut as he sits, unfazed as he waves his hands in the air doing various thought experiments*

[Chryasor 269]

Rhillen sits down by his desk, looking out across the small village where he resides form the window above it. He then looks down at the papers on the tabletop, beginning to write on them one by one, each detail of the battle he observed in preparation for the next

[ryno2 1285]

Officer Grudgebeard leads the warriors of Kaz'Ulrah behind enemy lines, disrupting the minion captains from leading the September Prince's hordes against San'Kala:


Later, after the city was lost, he holstered his revolver before heading home, thinking it odd how the attacking minion captains were capable of returning to battle, after he could have sworn he'd killed them. @Pond
 

[Luciloo 2680]

The Drui of the Mother Grove and the Naelurir stood side by side with Dwarves, Orcs, Humans, Halflings and Elves, shields locked together to repel the onslaught of minions under September's thrall. Spears, swords and shovels would meet the hostile forces in a visceral wall of steel.

 

When the lower levels fell, they would retreat further up.

Arms grasped each other tightly, a sea of eyes flared in violet, emerald, silver, deep forest greens, gold and sea blues.

 

Tremors and shudders joined the storm of shifting beneath San'Kala, and roots like century-old oaks rose up and bore a great stone boulder. A hammer. As the Drui pooled their energies they would grapple with September, bringing the hammer down upon his wooden form. While vine-like slingshots hurled rocks at him, and whip-like vines lashed at his limbs.

 

As his voice thundered over them, the Druids did not falter, refusing his blasphemies and heresy. Exhaustion eventually took hold. Shaken and battered, they stood together and withdrew when the retreat was called.

 

Knowing they would face September again, they would be ready.

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

Ibraheem opened his eyes covered in rubble mud and pain glancing around lifting his head with agony. bodys filled the area with Fire and Smoke as beast roamed the area giving their cries of glory. he went to lift his arm but to his surprise, he could not lift it, his arm was trapped in the rubble, he lifted his other arm and reached it to the rubble and pushed with as much strength he had left groaning in agonising pain trying not to draw the attention of the minions of September. after a while the rubble budged and his arm freed. covered in blood of others and he gave a groan of pain and reached for his arm and glanced around and seen his shamshir in the mud slowly lifting himself up and rose to the feet and sheathed his shamshir and set his hand upon his wounded arm and began leaving the area stumbling into mud, broken,bloodied he crawled and limped away, and head back to the sultanate to warn them...September will soon come for their land..their home....and now it is up to them to hold the gates of the Nether back once again for the descendants

[Eranikus 348]

 

((*cough*))

[Treshure 5817]

14 minutes ago, Eranikus said:

 

 

((i plagiarize shamelessly))

[Burnsy 437]

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

 

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