ScreamingDingo 16799 Popular Post Share Posted August 8, 2020 Spoiler The Korvassan Hellscape has expanded since the incursion that followed the eclipse, two cycles ago. The seas that surround the rift now are infested with demonic entities that sprawl on the coastlines, the skies intertwined with jagged, grotesque imps that throw bodies and materials across the arid deserts. Those of the mountains are infested by the horrific insectoids which have bellowed outwards from this rift and now burrow into the very heartland of the desert. Drums beat rhythmically across the otherwise absent wind, almost like clockwork. They would never cease to beat, coming as the daunting reminder for all those that approached the camp. Siege engines now were being hoisted by horrific entities, bestial worms and larger demon-kind that dwell within the pure hellish depths of the Moz Strimoza. The sounds of material gathering litter the South Korvassian expanse, lumber camps set up as fortifications are constantly expanded upon from the charred remains of previous incursions. Yet the Inferi held their ground for only so long, they kept complacent in their defensive. Yet, they were driven to now aim their sights upon the Jewel of the Sultanate, Al’Faiz. A bastion of adventurers, culture and most importantly, the resistance that was constantly hurled at the Inferi. Corpses were occasionally rained down on the cities, splatters of gore shown as warnings of the events to come. Sickening spectacles littered their walls, demonic in-fighting and sacrifices staining the blood that where Allah themselves was revered by the Qalasheen. Yet, they marched. Their first target was placed in their minds and the preparations were complete. The incursion against the Korvassa was truly about to begin, a bastion of the descendants now placed under the pressure of the Inferi horde. Will they crumble, or will they stand tall? For they have refused surrender, all that shall follow is brimstone and flame. 36 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beamon4 1646 Share Posted August 8, 2020 “T’e Dwedmar stand behind t’e Foirewatc’ alliance an’ t’e Caliphate” Marshal Dimlin would state ardently 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RhythmrhymE 156 Share Posted August 8, 2020 (I’m ready whenever boi, already got ideas for defenses) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ibraheemc2000 2566 Share Posted August 8, 2020 Saeed sharpens his shamshir "******* bring it, lets show them what our steel tastes, even if we lose the city we will not stop, we will not surrender, and we will not end. Allahu akbar!" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimplySeo 5184 Share Posted August 8, 2020 At the edge of the White Mountains, where their jagged alabaster peaks met the sea, Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker leaned against the balcony of his watch-tower, ebon-plated gauntlets clasped tight around the railing as he loomed forward. Across the vast Korvassan straits, the monarch looked out, as dark clouds loomed above the southern subcontinent. The veteran of many conflicts (Despite his comparatively young age for a Dwarf) felt an unfamiliar twang strike a cord with him. Something he was not prone to feeling, and had not felt as often as he had now, since the last otherworldly incursion that threatened the mortal realms. Dread... He was no fool, he was a strategist at heart after all, but it did not take a strategist to realize. Without the runesmiths of yore, the Dwarfen host was particularly vulnerable against these dreaded foes. Axe and hammer cut down any mortal in swift fashion, and it was that Jorvin knew well. But against such a foe as they faced now? He hadn’t an idea how to defeat them. Yet his pride, (what some would call arrogance) shielded others from this fact. He declared his grudge, his intent to return the Hammer of his forefather to the hands of his kin...Yet their foe was unlike one he’d ever faced, doubt crept into his mind for a moment, before being hushed by Dwarven stubbornness. Korvassa would fall, of that he was convinced, for while he respected the southrons, he did not expect them to resist the Legions of Hellscape-realms without some form of divine intervention, and Jorvin did not put much faith in the gods. He also knew that the stream of refugees that poured across the bridge would choke the roads, and make the movement of his throng difficult indeed. Thankfully, Jorvin had already begun preparations for tunnels to be dug. With any luck, and Dwarven ingenuity, they would be finished in time for the warhost to make their stand where he stood now, upon that mighty westward gate. They would come for the skull, he was almost certain, just as certain he was in the fact that it would be a high toll of blood to halt them here, but what other choices did the sons of Urguan have? A gauntleted hand ran over his face, rubbing it tiredly, before shifting down to touch one of the trinkets that hung from his neck. Beside the religious amulet was a locket, bearing the images of his twin daughters within it. Children who he’d conceived in the aftermath of Atlas’s fall. How young and naive he was then, to think that was traumatic. If only his younger self could see him now... He shook his head, clearing his thoughts before turning to a nearby aide, a young Legionaire with a short, scruffy beard. He only wore the occasional scar, meaning he must have only fought in the most recent war or two. Internally, Jorvin scoffed, and wondered if the beardling would survive to see another. ”Ah’re tha’ throngs readeh? Ah’ want ‘least two thousand Dwarfs readeh tae make battle. ”We must hold t’em ‘ere...Ah’ doubt t’ey will give us much more toime tae prepare, ‘es tha’ fortifications underway?” “Brathmordakin give us strength...” 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ReveredOwl 5314 Share Posted August 8, 2020 “The people in Al-Faiz spoke so lowly about Orenian’s ‘throwing away their lives and helping the demons by doing so’ yet if they refuse to leave their city which is guaranteed to fall, then they do the same. I pray that they recognize the hypocrisy and abandon their city, for the demons have no motive for wasting their efforts on an empty city, there city will still be standing for them to return to at a later date.” said Boniface. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ImDrippedJr 171 Share Posted August 8, 2020 Ioannes sharpened his sword, ready to fight for all he cares about "bring it in, mother*******" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LaffenOutLoud 352 Share Posted August 8, 2020 “Compassionate Mother.. grant us the health to survive this enemy. Fearless Father.. grant us the strength to destroy this enemy..” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nozgoth 2897 Share Posted August 8, 2020 Prince Yahya Al-Nabeel shakes his head, muttering foreign prayers under his breath as he looked to the sky- drawing his shamshir out from it’s sheath and thrusting it upwards in a mighty cry. “ALLAHU AKBAR!” 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Luciloo 2649 Share Posted August 8, 2020 “Oh Maln, il’kaean ito llyuthera..” “Oh Father, fight with us now..” In the Talus Grove, far from the smouldering dunes and the burning plains of Korvassa, there were no drums, but the hammering of steel against an anvil. No monstrous hordes amassing, but the figures of varying shapes and sizes donned in steel or bronze. No colossi and no Titan, save for the Mother Tree Elanwéya. “erneh kaean’leh ihnsilan orne lomereh..” “May our spears never break..” An assembled party stood before the Autumn Druid, as she held a bowl of thick paint in her right hand as deep and red as blood, while the left delved into it to collect a slick. There she then painted the helm of a sapling Drui, Attuned only within the past few years, with the markings of a stag’s antlers. “kaean’leh mahnihiian oerne parioeh..” “Our shields never fail..” Moving along to the next, a Hierophant as tall and strong as she, then paints her helm with antlers of their patron as well. As Nivndil continues down the line, she belts out her prayer in the ancient tongue of her people. “Hiylunan’ehya orne ullreh..” “And our spirits never falter..” Next she comes upon a pale Dedicant, clad in lustrous bronze lamellar and a full foot taller, offering a sharp nod with hawkish features as she paints their helm as well. Soon she moves on to the next in line, a bronze clad Dedicant of the Farfolk.. “il’cerun kaean ahera..” “Bless us with strength..” “il’Sirame kaean ahera..” “Bless us with honour..” “il’taliiyna kaean ahera..” “Bless us with blood!” 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6814 Share Posted August 8, 2020 The moon was etched in the sky; lit forth the church in it’s silver light. A man of fir; garbed in green, unspent youth, aqua eyes and hair of pale gold. The foreigner twisted under the window lit by silver and star. He screamed and shifted, as blood pooled from his eyelids. And from his heart, rancid devils slid. Devils in the sands. Devils in the stars. Devils in his heart. The God had heard them. The pious would answer. The pious would scream. Brandish their souls and cast themselves to hell, if that were what it took, to rid the World of Ciphrang. Aesh Dea, yr Kastafir’ei. Aesh barog; eireish olt’ hat Geish. Ilt, Aemesh. The GOD will have it’s way. There is no other way. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tadabug2000 3495 Share Posted August 8, 2020 Princess Esmae Bint Saqr Al-Nabeel had collected her things, glancing once more about her lab to be sure she had everything, pacing forward on quiet feet. Her fingers ran lovingly over her collection of books, sadness in her gaze as she looked upon her home. The shouting of men sounded in the background, preparing, always and with one last look, she packed away her last book, turning to her volunteered aid and sending them a strained smile. ”Let us go, Rafiqi. Some others will be meeting us, we’ll be going about the city once more for a night of fun.” The group of friends eventually gathered, moving about the city and talking about their memories there, history and laughing at times over the simplest of things. As the time drew to a close, she’d wish the city farewell. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
excited 10833 Share Posted August 8, 2020 11 hours ago, ibraheemc2000 said: Saeed sharpens his shamshir "******* bring it, lets show them what our steel tastes, even if we lose the city we will not stop, we will not surrender, and we will not end. Allahu akbar!" An elf by the name of Avas lofts up his scimitar and nods in agreement, screaming “Allahu Akbar!” at the top of his lungs. He would not deign to allow these demons to conquer the city without a bit of resistance! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
StarGazzer 286 Share Posted August 9, 2020 A Monk balances himself upon his staff, Returning from a short patrol across the perimeters of the sandy dunes. He lets out a pained sigh as he processes the situation at hand ,staring off to the sky. Then he turned his gaze to the city of Al-Faiz, bowing his head to the city “They are seeming to be the first one to lose there home to this vile invasion, they are noble people as well a fierce on the battle field. they shall slay many demons before there walls fall, and this one shall make sure that his students and other monks of his order are ready to stand next to them.one cannot hold the burdens of the world, but many can. My only hope is that others answer the call to battle” he spoke softly, turning away to return to his training 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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