A Crisis

[VonEbs 1224]

Karamoe has fallen. The sandstone crumbles beneath our feet as we fight against waves of zombies. Many fall in the doomed defense. Cassandra's Ghasts bombard the city, lighting fires in every home. The city is gone, and so is our hope. But, the fight must go on. We will fight them on the roads, we will fight them in the woods, we will fight them in the alleys, and we will fight them in out very homes. We cannot give up. Defeat will lead to our extermination. Our leaders need to take charge, or we will all perish. With the ascended scattered, the humans sent reeling, and refugees growing everyday, we fear the next target will be the Sister city. All the people of Aegis must band together, because no where is safe from the undead.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

Aye! The hour grows dark and dire, tis the moment we need the Armies of Aegis the most!

[Ar'kelos 0]

Karamoe has fallen. The sandstone crumbles beneath our feet as we fight against waves of zombies. Many fall in the doomed defense. Cassandra's Ghasts bombard the city, lighting fires in every home. The city is gone, and so is our hope. But, the fight must go on. We will fight them on the roads, we will fight them in the woods, we will fight them in the alleys, and we will fight them in out very homes. We cannot give up. Defeat will lead to our extermination. Our leaders need to take charge, or we will all perish. With the ascended scattered, the humans sent reeling, and refugees growing everyday, we fear the next target will be the Sister city. All the people of Aegis must band together, because no where is safe from the undead.

*Ar'kelos looks around.... His eyes in the back of his head blink three times and say*

For all those believing Aegis will win... for all of you who think that your ascended and armies can stop the endless army we are able to summon... you are fools. Death will come for you wherever you live, hide, pray, or sleep. The only way out is to support us...

*the runes on his body glow a slight red*

[Sporadic 2844]

Rivell stares out over the waste that was his former hometown and grinds his teeth. Briefly he removes his hood and takes out his quill, ragged and damaged from accompanying him along too many of his travels. Futilely does the tip hit his parchment, before Rivell puts it back and begins to mutter to himself, the lingering fires cracking as much as his voice. Deliberately, slowly, he cites the words his quivering hand failed to write.

From a distance, I always had a undercurrent of respect for the Liches, being a nuisance of nobility and an inspiring instance of power that corrupts.

After this raid, though, I realize they are little more than thugs, just thugs slightly larger clubs than the rest of them.

My home destroyed, I will have to seek shelter somewhere new. Gah, the injustice. The great intellectuals wearing knapsacks as the farmhands sit pretty in their cursed shacks.

Somewhere, Oren must have a refuge camp, must it not?

[Sporadic 2844]

((Also, Can I ask any mods how long our stuff will be safe? I don't want to move this many chests now if the map wipe will have me move them all again. I'd rather RP picking scraps for a while as I'll need minimal stuff from these chests))

[Aimin Cavien 2]

And still laying in the crumbles of his home, Aimin snores.

((I'm banned for no reason, and all my stuff is gone. NOT FAIR!!!))

[steelersfan1221 300]

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