ToodIes 1266 Share Posted December 15, 2023 CHAMBER OF FIRE INCIDENT REPORT Filed 14 of Malin's Welcome 1955 by Faeryel Artenin File Number: COF148 Title of Incident: DEMON ATTACK from THE TOMB of ANCIENTS Date: 7 The Deep Cold 1955 Personnel Involved: Sarah Artenin, Louve Thriceblood Description of Incident: ... A brisk winter wind blew through the rooftops of Hohkmat, sending chimes a-tinkling. The sky was merry and blue; the grass was not yet brown; and the fountain in the center of the city was turning red. They had emerged from the tombs. Two demons and three cultists stepped out from the dark recesses of the district of the dead, black-cloaked and armored, weapons bristling, green malflame churning with hate. They had demanded Hohkmat to kneel; and Hohkmat responded with incredible violence. Fireballs and potions and blasts of wind sung through the air. Crackling boomsteel exploded into the peace of that beautiful afternoon; bones splintered, muscles tore. Flesh bubbled and boiled and melted. Sir Atticus Reinhold, knighted for his valiant efforts at the Battle of Whitespire, introduced one of the demon's faces to a blue fireball. An arrow intended for Louve Thriceblood sank into the helm of a cultist that Elena Thriceblood had bashed into the way. Sarah Artenin, the coolest wizard in all of the cosmos, found herself blasted backwards by a boomsteel blow; manifesting her own boomsteel weapon, she rejoined the fray. Melody Twilight Valkyrie, the woman with three names, said "I don't go down that easy!" when she was, in fact, lifted up. Iduna Thriceblood, grinning madly, was likewise lifted up. Both were thrown; both suffered little injury. Yera Silveira, fanged and masked, vanished into miasma rather than take a fireball to the face and a blade in the gut. The demons died. The Hohkmati onslaught was too much for them; their smoldering corpses, slathered in ichor, slumped to the cobblestones. The cultists retreated into the tomb; their way of entry was discovered, and walled-off. The citizenry took to the clinic to nurse their wounds. “The Dark Star Rises; Five points to his star, Five fingers to HIS fist; Hail to the Arch Princes." The Ibleesians had come with five; the Hohkmati numbered a dozen or more. Perhaps the Archdaemon needed more fingers. ...the strength of Hohkmat is not in our organization, nor discipline, nor the strength of our gates and walls. It is in that every citizen is ready and willing to, at a moment's notice, unleash magical and martial hell on anything deemed an acceptable target. I almost feel sorry for them. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Minuvas 2977 Share Posted December 15, 2023 Razad,the Grand Magister would make this report available to all Magisters, Viziers, and to the Petran River Council 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrimnyaQuorum 1054 Share Posted December 15, 2023 "...Tempting fate, aren't they?" The Lord-Magister, Haus, asks towards his Yisar as the report reaches him. He holds the paper out and down from his spot on the creature's saddle, as if so it may read it. It merely huffs, indifference present as Haus continues. "Oh, well. Don't be led by those who can't. Don't kneel to someone who can't make you." The Yisar, as if fed up by the Watcher's ramblings, bucks him off to the ground. He re-saddles in silence, the point taken. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mothsthetic 459 Share Posted December 15, 2023 Sir Wilford Reinhold hums slightly, sharpening his blade as he sits in his forge, remembering how the demon had broken his nose- and how he’d stabbed through its face in retaliation. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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