AMADOR ARCHIVES: IN THE FIELDS OF REINMAR

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1350 A.H. - Present

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From Ashes, We Rise

EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present

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IN THIS YEAR OF OUR GODAN AND HIS PROPHET FIVE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE,

 

 I ATTEST to my witnessing of HORRORS I would not have thought possible in this world while on the road to Reinmar. We had ridden at the behest of the young Lord Siegmund Weiss, who came to our party gathered outside the Esrova Palace to report on the attack of Inferni upon Reinmar. I rode with a student of medicine intending to act upon the field as medics: but upon our arrival our horse was impaled on the weaponry of a beast at least nine heads tall, with wings like a bat’s but sized like a drake’s, and the head of a bull. Its axe wounded my leg before I might have drawn blade or alchemy, and I fell into the water-ditch of the field, whereon healers tried and failed to remove my wounded body from battle.

 

ABOVE US formed some abominable thing beyond fathom, named GASHADOKURO and identified to me as something beyond LICH. I would have died in its shadow were it not for the past kindness of some ancestor of mine, who encountered that dark servant which meant to slay me before its corruption, and by terrible whim it warped its last shred of human memory to spare me as its messenger. Accordingly I mark the events of this strange and terrible month in my house’s annals, and in rare fashion choose to print them and store them amongst these archives so they might, perhaps, be of any service or insight to those who face these dark beasts in the trials to come.

 

Among their ranks we on the field had observed witches, some of Descendant stature, who could summon projectiles of ice which wounded like the worst of crossbow bolts. There was the bull-headed thing, and some like it with many limbs, and maws where a gut would be. Others were as skeletons draped in aged cloth, and among them GASHADOKURO itself, who summoned a cry which struck fear into even its own servantry so powerful they were forced to flee. I do not possess a memory so acute I could definitively identify any of these abominations, though those familiar with the spawn of Iblees will surely recognize some features of common dreadspawn. They addressed each other once, at least, as ‘brothers,’ which I took to imply the bond somewhere between those of Azdrazi or soldiers: forged in the occult and battle alike. 

 

Our forces waned upon initial contact. Many among us who rode to Reinmar from the North were decades younger than I: initiates and aspirants brought to witness the blooding of blades, and instead foisted onto an unexpected frontline without reinforcement. They were slain with glee, and their deaths used to taunt those archers still within the city walls. The corpses of the fallen were raised as trophies. One dark figure shifted into the proximity of Gashadakoro and glowed as if an ember in the flame. 

 

I lose memory after this moment. I do recall the legacy of AMAYA of VENZIA, the Martyr Queen, so recently codified in grief and memory: and I vow to my house and to myself that I shall never, for every day I draw breath, allow a call to the battle against the Infernal go unheeded. I am no champion of light: but I am a man of history, and a man who knows war, and a man who refuses to live on the side of cowardice. It is the gift of GODAN I live, and so in GODAN’s name I fight.

 

Until the next crossing of our blades. 

 

PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN,

 

His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, Viscount of Zvezlund, Baron of Mondstadt, Lord Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library

 

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A depiction of the carnage wrought in the fields outside the Reinmaren capital.

[TreeSmoothie 5136]

Serthekhur's misty form traveled over the fields, hopping between anchor to anchor - leaving behind her, bodies and gore. Not enough, never enough. To be infamous like its own mentor would mean to be bold, first: and the old woman (if It could be even deemed one, anymore) was only cowardly. Brewing in her self-loathing, she'd slumber for many more a moon, until something would stir her again.

[sam33497 3201]

Az'rekash erupted into a pillar of red light, shunting back to the walls of Hexicanum through the spaceless recesses of the Void. He cackled, reflecting upon the events of that evening, of the destruction and death. There would, of course, be more.

 

The ascension of Gashadokuro was underway.

[Hakiki 36]

The tall hooded figure sits in a well hidden cavern, seeming to be cleaning the poleaxe that they possessed from the blood that was spilled. After a moment, she sets the poleaxe aside. Her elbows met her knees, holding her head up with both of her hands. A heavy sigh escapes her, the memory of the battle still extremely fresh on her mind.

 

The fire that torched the young one, the screams that split and the Reinmar forces that attempted to save their kind, even the felling of a Dwarf that stood valiantly, but potentially foolishly, against them. It attacks her psyche, trying to shake her head clear, but the final memory staining her further, her own force having taken the arm of one of the Reinmar defenders, the claim of her first shed of blood. The Frozen Shaman speaking to herself...

"Es dis how et has tu be? De shedding 'f grish.. de flames 'f wagh foreva on da backs 'f those who mi care for?" The veil grows wet with tears that escape the descendants eyes, "Nub matta... Love says tha' all th' Uzg will freeze ova, agh nub even th' zpiritz can save t'em... Mi will feel th' bitta sweet embrace 'f th' cold..."

She scoots herself into a corner of the cavern, and begins to rest after the battle.

Edited April 2 by Hakiki
Grammar

[sarahbarah 5114]

From the Seven Skies, a martyr stirs from her rest.

[Cheese 2580]

33 minutes ago, sarahbarah said:

From the Seven Skies, a martyr stirs from her rest.

Accompanying the martyr is another ancestor of the Viscount- his aunt. If she were alive, perhaps she would have a second heart attack.

Spoiler

Can't believe getting hit in the head by an amulet at her sister's wedding saved Henrik.....

 

[Rebellionlife 397]

In the northern mountains of aevos a bearded witchling stood against the cold winds. In her hands were a human arm with its flesh ripped apart and devoured. "Oi wonder, will teh world end in fire or ice?" Blood drooled down the hooded figures frosty armor as she continued on her snack. "Won't matter oi suppose. All mortals WILL DIE. Ahahahahaha ahahahahaha." Her cackling echoed out into the night sky. 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2095]

The armored form of Kiel lurched over beside a campfire in the dreaded fort. Ripping cloth from a bed roll to clean it's maul. Before tossing the rag back into the flames. This was only the beginning 

[Turbo_Dog 1528]

Daal not having attended drank from a dirty puddle in the Hexicanium