Fall of Amaethea

[Werew0lf 12022]

Story Event 

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The descendants prepared once more, at the first toll of war, to defend their soil. Covered in spiked-coil walls, guzzoline smeared floors, wooden barricades and siege-workshops, the descendant races worked swiftly to prepare against the onslaught of conquerors deigning to steal their lands.

 

A flock of Amaethean soldiers and citizens took up arms in the throne-room, prepared to defend their mighty Citadel in a last-charge; patriotic elves wishing to put an end to the malice attempting to claim their lands. They were joined by those of Xan upon a steam-powered boat, pumping cogs and spinning wheels. 

 

To the farmlands, those uruk of the mighty Horde, and the dark elves of Nor’asath stood fierce upon the walls. Large palisades were manned by throw-away mannequins to fool the mori-flock. They gifted the square with a shamanic totem to increase the fortitude of their canons, and stood proud with ranged weaponry.

 

 

And the front gate was designated to the citizens and templars of Barrowton, who answered the call of aid from their homelands far off into the east. Furthermore, a covenant of voidal mages employed by Celia’nor imparted their aid to those present in the gates. Stout dwarves of Urguan manned the mechanisms of cannons, laying fire onto the mori horde.

 

Crimson clouds rolled over Amaethea, tearing away the skies; the conquest had begun. Fierce hours saw bloodshed and cruelty, where arachnid chittered and gnaps - the clansmen of mori sending siege-fire, invading through breaks in the walls, and commanding vile beasts. 

 

 

The blood hydra - though not frequent in his appearance - taunted the descendants from high-above, wreaths of dragonsflame melting down cobble houses, bloody saliva conjuring dread-knights, and acid gorging through steel. 

 

 

However, the descendants were not without victory; they felled beast after beast, and mori after mori. Yet, it seems that the forces were far too large - and overwhelming. They flooded each gate and entrance, pushing back the descendants towards the docks. 

 

Ships awaited to sail, but Vlos - the tyrannical hydra - did not wish to allow their escape. If it was not for the gift of Amatheon to punish it, as vines latched around the three whipping heads, and verdant energies caused them to be ripped from their heads. 

 

As descendants cheered in triumph of the hydras apparent death, its heads began to regenerate - fierce lashing of six feral heads; Vlos was no more, now but a hungered beast fleeing to safety in the distance. The gates broke through, and walls shattered, as the impending mori forces rushed over. However, the descendants made safe evacuation to their homelands. And the lands were left blotted by cobwebs and arachnids to infest the terrain. 

 

In the distance, the sound of chittering insectoids, whispers of a forlorn tongue, and the triumph of the mori revels. Their presence has now been assured on the continent, forever laying claim to the forestry and kingdom of Amaethea. 

 

The Amaethean region is currently being altered and the capital tile is being locked in 2-3 days. Please remove all items or try to log in and move away from the region, or else you will get bugged in. 

OOC:-

 

Spoiler

I would like to thank everyone for attending the event. 

 

We peaked at a whopping 215 players in one region.

 

This was our first big event to kick off map-end, and we’ll keep the momentum going with it. 

 

Personally good job to all the ET who helped out, very professional and hard-working.

 

Once again, thank you for attending the event and item distributions will be done within the week.

 

Feel free to share your screenshots in spoilers! <3

 

Above screenshots from Amuletic / Bubbles.

 

[TreeSmoothie 4898]

An aged Necromancer fled the scene alongside Gashadokuro, dragged through the water by their own undead minion as their opponents watched on from the docks. Today had been a close call - too close. Flesh festered and ichor whirred, horrid creaking and crunching echoing in the catacombs of Hexicanum as that crazed mage worked on their magnum opus. 

 

"Insects crawl, Amathea falls! Wings of Vlos split the sky, roves of elves doomed to die! Nyek-nyek-nyek-ek . . ."

 

". . . Behemoth of bone rises from the earth, more breathren to join the hearth. Arts of death and life bind,  let unchained be the mind!"

 

At the ruins of the elven city, some strange sigil is drawn in red on the ground. Not one - but hundreds.

 

[Charles The Bald 1806]

I have emptied every chest in that city out of ressources, there's nothing in it.

[Puglord 190]

“It flew without it's heads, I watched it turn as we sailed off. I don't like that one bit” Exclaimed a dwarven scholar from a clinic. Mists of a shamans blessing healing his wounds as he spoke of the fight, quite happy he managed to get a cannon off at yet another massive beast even if he did not cause it to fall

[TeawithFrisket 2634]

“We have won the battle, We have lost the fight, but the war has ni ended.” The Crown princess of Helious stated as she sat in her home resting her injured leg caused by her clumsiness 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

From an Antenna, in a basement. Confined to a strange, Hive like room, regenerates the form of Oecanthus. Round two cometh in a year. 

 

 

A shaman stares out towards the bay, rubbing tired eyes. Alive, scars mended. Though shaken. 

[Pancho 2527]

As Kosher was among the last to leave, he’d see his home fall to rubble. He’d see where his sons grew up, and one of them fell. For that, he shed a tear.

[PlutoPhobia 57]

As Rùmil had been the last to leave out of the many surrounding warriors, he had not a doubt that the next fight would be different. Whether it be with more deaths, or it would be with a win. The male had grown a snicker when leaving the battle, looking at the two who accompanied him out. ``Incredible work out there, Ki'el . . . Flick.`` Besides the continuous ringing in his ears from the constant explosions, he held forward a slim smile. He found this fight not to be an end of a chapter, but a start to a whole new book.

[Heartesy 349]

Merci watched as the buildings crumbled and fell. As evil fled the gates, through the grounds, the skies, the waters. All around, tearing apart the place she had called home. Never had she thought she would see this kind of scenery again, her eyes tear-filled and heart strained. And, perhaps they did complete their mission today. They took her home, or a place that once had been. Yet they would never steal away her soul.

Not again. 

And they would pay in blood for every inch of land they sieged, and every descendant life they take. 

Edited April 8, 2023 by Heartesy

[AnimeWolf0080 1493]

The elf still felt the arrows in his arms even if they where no longer there, spiders. Why is it always spiders? He sighed as he dropped his armor off at the shop. The wholes needed to be filled, he cleaned most of the gore & ash off. While it was getting fixed he put on his old armor, his old uniform. It felt odd, somehow the dragon growing more heads before his very eyes didn't scar him. The spiders on the other hand did. Strange what a nat 1 will get you.

[megavoltar 1110]

"Prepare more o' those gas bombs."  

From the side of the room, stood a multitude of figures, some big and small.  Cold and hot.  Others were half the size and one woman(?) looked to be falling over from exhaustion and sickness
 

 

[Angeliqz 146]

From the ruins, a curious spectre watched in silence. Unseen, their gaze passed over the thousands of Mori and their insectoid soldiers as they filed in and ransacked the city. Shops were set alight, a few poor souls taken and the square littered with the bodies of the fallen. Perhaps, they thought, these battles would bring them a new friend? After all, we love meeting new revenants..

[Gemini 1639]

“So I saw, so I was shown— the lands consumed by eternal fire. The webs of the arachnids laying claim to the mortal realms.” A certain magi would speak after the fight while writing her diary “The end is here as I was shown, no escape for the descendants.” 

[Kaladin Stormblessed 635]

A certain Haeseni Knight would grow more loathsome of the Mori'Quessir after this defeat, he would fight them until his last breath 

[JJosey 1215]

The High Princess of Amaethea surveyed her lands among her people, her gaze drawn to the blazing forests now riddled with evil. "A lost land, but not a lost folk. Uell ito Maruthiran"