Hate & Fire!

[DISCOLIQUID 1956]

Hate & Fire!

 

Darkly lit water lapped at the shoreline of the basecamps near the seized lands of Al-Faiz. The steady folk there, armed & militious, drew their lots on either side of their incursion’s strategy; platoons to serve as a distraction, and a covert sapper force. The overt platoons mark their maps for the border of Al-Faiz, their ears soothed by the sea’s patterns, and hearts pumped with red fear. The militia of descendants took up their arms, primed their baubles, and huddled together in their shared boat-ride. Some chewed with anxiety on bread, pacing around their sagging deck in absent-minded rumination. When the wooden hull bumped the shoreline, there was a long pause as the militia made their headway into The Korvassa.

 

 

Those blasted looping roads doubled back in on themselves in the sea of blackened ground, and those marching found themselves without guide or clarity for hours. The furtive group stalked horrors pasted together with blood, walls of gore, and distant lurking monsters in those maddened fields until they found their mark.

 

The towering gates of Al-Faiz and its blackened shores had been swarmed with hedonistic demons glutted on their own cruelty. Taken citizens of the lost city were corralled together in low cages, made to work for those whipping fiends with no soul for mercy. Dotting the shore were nightmares untold; gorillas as large as watch-towers, each coddling a cannon the size of a ship’s, primed with living ammunition of exploding imps.

 

And more, upon those stolen walls of Al-Faiz lurked pyromanic imps, offering their aide to the hulking demonic Cannon-Masters that dragged up such damned weapons of war. These artillery-wielding fiends stuffed their fortifications with cannons, and bleated chants idolizing carnage & terror. With fetishized care for their monstrous deeds, the Inferi were ready to unleash their own Hell upon the encroaching descendants. Those at the beach could hold only distant hope that their mission would not be in vain.

 

Battle at the Gates of Al-Faiz, 1786.

 

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Dimly lit water lapped at the shoreline of the basecamps near the seized lands of Al-Faiz. As the battle of the night drew on and on, the dim thunder of cannon-fire cracked and rolled across the waves. These dull, relentless thuds drew the ears & eyes of worried onlookers who prayed to multitude gods for the safety of their elected militias.

The glint of the sun brought the truth of dawn. The beaches were stained with fire, death & terror manifest in the strewn bodies of those abandoned by others forced to flee. Those rays of light shone down the high walls of the corrupt Al-Faiz, and its jutted architecture gleamed in firelight; a curled smirk mocking that hopeful few who watched from the shorelines.

 

 

The tyranny of thieves was not so easily usurped!