To blot out the Sun

[ThatFunkyBunch 2066]

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Victory....

Glory...

There was no glory to be had upon this field of battle. High over Helious dark clouds rumble forth. Necrotic plagues slowly sweep across gardens. Life drained from the very trees. Soon warped after by the infernal touch of putrid warlocks. Darkstalker and ghoul, skeleton and imp. Those Luara forsaking Maehr, the Azulytes had placed the flag of Iblees atop their new keep. Cranes already moved payloads of stone. The smell of sulfur stains the once holy lands of the city.

The Odurex stood atop their new fort. As a fellow commander left, to pursue their own goals. Looking down at the city without any expression upon her face. They had struck swiftly, rising from beneath their foes. Their resources, far better than she had expected. She had came here, to lay claim to this city. To further spread chaos, and invoke hatred for those that utter the name Gashadokuro in contempt.

She had done just that. The scattered forces of Helious seeking to set fire to bridges over their delta channels. She had won without so much as even swinging a blade. It had proven more brutal than she had expected.

The Odurex shifts her gaze to the front of the keep now. Where the Jusmian shaman had turned the land to a muck. A tool, she would utilize to her advantage as the foundations are laid for the new fort. Towers being dragged to life. Trees, burnt and toppled in the name of the industrial march of war.  There had been no souls to bleed this day. So the Odurex, one of the many fingers upon the Hand, turns to their desk. Rolling out the map, studying this city. Planning for what could come next.

A culture's teachings, and most importantly, the nature of its people, achieve definition in conflict. They find themselves… or find themselves lacking.
 

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I wanna say a huge thank you to everyone that showed up today!!!!

Going forward, it will be a while before we do a big battle again. But expect skirms, little mini events here and there. Someone is preparing a naval combat formatting. And we might get some ET to run stuff in here. If you have any ideas for mini events between the battles, let us know

 

[Periphonics 358]

Vrim, the nefarious little imp who had been the utter and complete core player in this siege, or in its mind that's what it was, cackles into the blotted darkness. Despite not doing anything of substance, not even getting a measly scratch in on anyone, he's extremely proud that HE manipulated all these lessers to aid in his glorious victory, unrefutable! "Vrim win!!! Vrim WINS! Next... Vrim kill kill ALL!!!"