The Fall of the Caliphate

[ScreamingDingo 16990]

The drums of war echoed across the Korvassian expanse as the defenders of Al’Faiz looked towards the legions that marched across the city. The air was dry and the sky was clear, the occasional bird engulfed by an imp that encroached in its flightpath. The various make-shift trebuchets laid atop of houses, defenses made haphazardly as the streets of Al’Faiz laid empty of citizens. Notices of evacuation littered the pathways, all directing them to the new camp they established near the abandoned citadel of Vira’ker.

 

Drui’, Haenseman and Qali patrolled around the walls as the Infernal legions marched across the sands. The insectoid siege engines to the south of the camp writhed and squealed in anticipation as the drums continued to thud across the sands. A few moments of silence followed before a barrage of catapults thundered across the southern walls of Al’Faiz. The sandstone shuddered as soldiers screamed and started to flee immediately, flanked by the Orenian and Aegrothond led evacuation force. The first blow of battle immediately broke any and all morale that the descendants had against the Inferi Incursion. Arrow fire was exchanged and chaos ensued inside, siege engines snapping with a few volleys before they’d fall from the towers they stood upon. Others would jam with alchemical materials, all within the chaos of battle soldiers intertwined with one another. None inferi, only those that arrived in the initial battle plans. 

 

Explosions shuddered from the East and South of Al’Faiz as sections of the wall collapsed, sabotaged from within as the Infernal Hordes took advantage of the chaos to breach into the city. By now, the only soldiers that remained were the stalwart men of the Empire and Haense, ballistas firing into swathes of Inferi and obliterating the few that were caught in the careless attack. Yet, the legions continued to march onward, routing the remaining forces as they fled into the boats.

 

Minutes later, the city of Al’Faiz was abandoned by the Coalition that previously ignored it. Yet all that remained was the skeleton of the Jewel of Korvassa, pillaged and now utilised by the Inferi Hordes. The demons exploded across the Korvassa with horrific glee as the bastion fell, the only thing stopping them from previously occupying the entire desert. Elephants, drones of imps and soldiers captured a few of the fleeing families from Vitenna and Al’Faiz, devoured or subjugated as they fortified the coastlines. For the once pale sands turned dark, infernal runes lay ablaze across the once clear skies.

The War had truly begun, what will the descendants do to stop them?

 

[lev 627]

A muffled scream echoed out from the depths of Luxem, the Paladin stronghold in the north- or was it a prison? The voice was rugged, deep and full of hatred, just one phrase repeated over and over again, for days on end. “Rip and tear! Rip and tear!”