Ra’kuzk

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

Ra’kuzk

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Dark walls stood firm, save for a small breach in the towering walls. Nothing pleasant awaited any but for those that sought the thrill of battle. Dark caverns beckon with the horrid drums of war.

[OOC DISCLAIMER: These are events detailed below are not public knowledge. If you where not there, you do not know.]

Undead, the Infernal. Whatever had led them to fight for Shinji's banner was eclipsed at this moment. The Red Lich was ascending, everything was coming to its peak. For the gaze of Kiel Vuakudah, this glorious fight was all there was to this existence. Fight, fight more. Keep fighting. Paint the seas red, watch the oceans boil to sand wastes.

Magi plotted their routes, narrow passageways spelled horror for the encroaching vanguard. This was what they signed up for. Victory always came at a price. Ichor coated the walls, entrails mixed upon a single stone bridge, down into the depths below. Walls adorned with the scent of copper and skulls both new and old impaled on rusting spikes.


“Column one!” A cry from a man. “Column Two, stay back!” Hailed another into the fray for the onset of demons pouring in. The walls lashed out, masses of flesh battering down the invaders as they attempted their first push.

“You have entered the closest place to hell.” Bellowed the cry of what was arguably the most powerful Voidal mage in the known Mundas. Below them came the stench of rot. Then rose the stitched corpses, crawling forward to the command of their lord.

Overwhelmed, the attackers braved this horrid horde collected over time. A man gave the cry to retreat. They began to use their bare hands, they had to if they wished to survive the push down into depths. Their screams, of pain and calling to continue the fight bounced off the walls of the tunnels dripping with their blood. Forward, move back! Back here! Forward! The chaos was a delight to the ears.

Then came the last horrid one. A skeleton of unknown age brandishing horrid daemonsteel weapons. Like a bat out of hell, swinging a bloody path forward through the masses. Battered, bloody and bruised they rise again to push forward. A fourth had been routed or slain in this push into the murky depths. Where the band of putrid souls Shinji had collected gathered. Welcoming their guests with wicked smiles.

Down from the bridge into a narrow tunnel. The first throne room of the Liches upon this world. Perhaps it dawned on many, this was a dungeon of yore. Filled with darkspawn, ready to kill and maim a bloody path across Aevos.

Upon that throne sat a horrid Inferi. One that had evolved past its climb in the material world and fought in the grand expanses of the cosmos.  Gartr-the Hell Master rose.

“To pass you must claim my key.”

Swing after swing, punch after punch. Gartr ripped those that invaded apart into messes of gore that filled the room with the rank scent of death. There was never any glory to be found down here.

They had to press on.

Down further into that hell, it came forth. Those invaders were met with demented souls of Shinjis collection. Ready to give them the fight of their life. While many fell into a dark trap. The rest had to push forward for the end. A great ball of voidal fire washed over those that climbed to the depths of the well.  Magi gathered their spells, as undead and an inferi pressed in to meet them head on. Horrid fumes dances from potions.

Boots sloshes with frigid bloody waters. Two oracles clashes, but the clever demon was ready. Into the side it slammed its weapon. Causing another body to be added onto the piles.

Fueled by revenge they pushed on, and rendered the beast apart to ash, but not before it struck blows to those that came close. For it loved the thrill of the fight.