Descendants Don’t Give Up

[Mirtok 2853]

The distant sounds of industry ring throughout the city streets. The steady beat of soldiers marching grows louder as one would approach the front gates of Helena. From within the stoop of the Bastille, General DeNurem watches carefully atop his war steed as his comrades depart one by one in perfect lockstep. Stealing a moment to draw in a deep breath, he would peer over to the mass of descendant peoples also observing the deployment.

 

“Comrades of the Empire, heed my words. The threat that the Inferi presents to this world spells utter doom for us all. They are an insidious foe, capable of great swaths of destruction through sheer numbers and the use of heretical magics. But this alone does not make them the truly dangerous entity of adversity. They possess the wherewithal to inject poison into our very minds, steering the unassuming to do their bidding for them. The mastery of infiltration and manipulation has already been felt across the descendant races as more and more are ensnared to do their bidding. Like a spider's web, they riggle helplessly, constricted by their own actions until the spider is ready to devour them alive.”

 

“There are those who cry vehemently to stand down against this demonic enemy. They would have us stowe our weapons and converse with that which only sows dissent. They mean to have us wait, idle and complacent as the Inferi continue their campaign against our world. City by city falling to their clutches as those who could have stood against the tide were forced to watch from behind their walls. They wield passages of psychotic machinations guised as divine prophecy, gleefully parroted to one another. Unsubstantiated claims and understandings on the functions and purpose of this demonic invasion leak from any fool with a mind too small to question. It is in these ever darkening and uncertain times that the root of our own undoing shall come from within. Cowards whose only fight in this life was orchestrated by demons, to sabotage the heroism of the selfless warriors by eroding the will of the people.”

 

“The Imperial State Army shall not back down from this fight. By the will of God and the Emperor, we shall meet the enemy in battle well before they beat down on our doorstep- will we see you amongst our ranks? Do you have what it takes to die for a purpose bestowed upon us all with no greater stakes than the defense of life itself?”

 

And with that he rode off to the helm of the marching soldiers, up to the main road, where a long line of cargo laden wagons awaited. The men and women of the ISA each found their place seated behind two strong horses fashioned to sturdy vehicles. In the back of each one was a different assortment of weapons, armor, foodstocks, building materials, and raw resources- all bound for Korvassa. It took them all some time to ensure the bindings on the cargo were secure, the horses were readied, and the last of their comrades had mounted their wagons. The likes of Captain Othaman, Captain Darkwood, and Ensign Swint patrolled up and down the line, ensuring all were up to par for the journey.

 

“1st Regiment! Move out!” bellowed Alren, the air about them silent in the wake of the order. Then finally, the gentle rumble of many wheels and the trot of hooves beat against cobblestones. A few scant shouts as sergeants barked orders to their enlisted peers to tow the line. The convoy was off to a frontier like none other, to help turn the tides against an enemy unimaginable. The peoples of Korvassa cried out, the Empire listened.
 

[Jokinghills 825]

And so It finally begins, a true battle is set to begin that shall be remembered for centuries,I only hope that this wont be the beginning of the end. Captain Velhrun would state while looking upon the maps inside command bunker. 

[auLune 400]

A senior officer in His Imperial Majesty’s service, Captain Cassius Reine, spurred his horse on in a swift gallop toward the head of the ISA’s supply caravan. All around him were his men and comrades, the men of the Helena Regulars under his command, each of them marching in perfect formation alongside their wagons bound for the dunes of Korvassa — the heart of the daemonic invasion, and the setting for destiny’s showdown between the Empire and its latest foe.
 

The Captain reached the head of the column and slowed, his horse cantering before the foremost cart as he turned to address his men. Sir Cassius’s gaze lingered upon the Orenian troopers, his features giving away a deep sense of pride and accomplishment. With a flourish he drew his sabre and lifted it high, clasping the reins of his horse in the other hand, as he began to address his comrades in a booming voice.

 

“Men and women of the Imperial State Army! We march into great danger, great enough to threaten the very life of this world… OUR world!” The Captain began to ride along the front of the line, sabre raised high, looking into the face of each man he passed as he thundered on. “Many have told us to stand down, to abandon the descendants to their fate. We say NO! We shall not allow Mankind to be overrun. We shall defend this world, and the people in it.”
 

Sir Cassius came to a gradual halt at the center of the vanguard, facing his comrades and allowing a moment of solemn silence before continuing. “Be brave, my comrades, and prepare yourselves — for we shall never retreat, nor cower and allow others to die in our place. You must be prepared not only to fight, but to die so that all of Mankind may prevail. Long live the Emperor, long live the Empire, and LONG LIVE MANKIND!” With that, the Captain turned and pointed his blade south toward their fateful destination, and the Imperial column marched on, filled with righteous zeal and faith in their cause.
 

[Paulobig 133]

Sir Alaric DeNurem sat among one of the wagons amidst the lengthy ISA convoy, riding along with Lieutenant Stafford, the Captain keeping his legs stretched out along the journey. "Seems too clear of a trip here, Lieutenant" He muttered along the way, keeping his eyes keen to the forests and hillsides. 

The approach to the sandy landscape of Korvassa being relatively accessible to travel in, the multiple bridges established among small isles being sturdy enough for the escort. "At last, safe and sound has the escort arrived. Now ist the beginning of a new phase in this holy quest against the wrong, it ist now that the intrepidity of our comrades will be tested. This ist no conventional conflict, rather one that demands mind over brawn" Perceived the DeNurem, having arrived at the position considered of a campsite.

[ErikAzog 3575]

At the head of the baggage train, the Lieutenant Colonel d’Arkent would be sat beside, One Corporal Alistair Brashton, he would hold his halberd to his side, going to give him a nod, as Helena disappeared in the distance, he would form the cross of lorraine with his right hand, going to mumble a small prayer, “GOD willing, I come back to you, my dear family.” he’d state, now holding in his hand a pocket watch with a portrait of his eldest child; Eleanor Victoria, going to tuck it into his pocket once again, he would give a loud sigh, gripping the handle of his halberd.

[Bawg 494]

The Viscount, John Pruvia, grabs hold of his medical cart and carefully climbs into the coach. He sits next to Felix Haff’es who has the reins in hand and begins to strike up a conversation. “We got plenty coming with us! Got salves for burns, cuts, and pain!” The Pruvian chuckles as he sits back as the horses begin to trot in formation in the convoy. “Our very own Ensign Anne Helena created a comprehensive guide for all troops to follow. So if I fall on these scorched lands, I want everyone of you to pick up my medical kit and finish what I started!” He would call out to the troops around him.

 

The Rhenyari shoots a few glances over at Casimira de Sarkozy. A few carts behind winking in her direction when he caught her eye.

[Da_Emperors 1987]

Corporal d’Azor raises his blade into the sky, “For GOD and Country, no foe shall stand against the will of the righteous!” He would remain in line as they continued forward towards the Inferni. 

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

The Imperial Monarch divines the way ahead. His only regret, unspoken, is that he is too old in these days to lead the efforts on the field.

[Mescaffier 6197]

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[Froschli 838]

Major Sir Thomas Aquila, an aging relic of former Armies, squints with a slight smirk and offers a short nod while sitting within the command bunker, sipping his tea alongside his fellow Officers.

[devvy 1348]

Lieutenant Reina DeNurem singles out in suit, holding a salute. Unlike a less lucky battle brother, she had more energy in her than ever!! A deep cry echoes out in waves over the assembly, and the men were soaked with pride. 

 

Spoiler

“**** the travel ban ***** I still made it here.” She’d call as they made way to Korvassa

 

[grnappa 1230]

Captain Erik Othaman of the Second Brigade brought his wagon to a halt in the expansive desert, stepping off as his boots hit the sand. He’d look around as he grins before addressing the Brigade. ”What vy see before vy all is where we will halt the Inferni. This place is where we will throw our full weight against the Daemonic incursions and push them right back into their damn portal! Gather vy halberds and sharpen vy swords, let’s show these damn things how badly they messed up!”

[KosherZombie 1772]

Prince John Charles follows the convoy down to Korvassa, loaded crossbow in hand. He sits alongside Edwin Winter atop a war cart, eyes scanning the desert. He murmurs to his comrade, hope in his tone. “No sign of demons yet. There’s still hope for our brothers down here.” He shifts his weight in the seat uncomfortably. “It’s hot down here.” He blinks a few times and wipes his brow, sipping some water. 

 

As they arrive in the Korvassa, he releases a relieved sigh. “God save us.”

[venclair 713]

In the confinements of her chambers, Eleanor Victoria had heard news of her father's departure towards the Korvassan desert. Trepidation struck the young princess, a frown etched across her pallid features. Cooing a small prayer while her head dipped low, her hand trailed over to her swollen abdomen where she emitted a hushed sigh. Resentment over her sire continued to linger, though she prayed he may come home to his kith and soon to be born grandchild.

[𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓 740]

Sergeant Willem Galbraith would rear his horse as he peered back at the soldiers behind him “MOVE OUT!” He echoed as he would fasten an ornate pair Binoculars around his neck ‘’WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR , AFTERNOON TEA?!’’ He exclaimed at a nearby Idle recruit , as he would turn back to face the road tightly grasping the reigns of his horse