MARCH ON THE EAST

[Diogen 3729]

 

 

 

OOC: This was an RP-encounter and therefore is only known to those who witnessed it IRP. 

 

 

[!] An eye of Iblees loomed upon Lurin.

Rok Nardin - The Mad Queen

 

 

A chill overcame those who resided within Lurin. A sensation of dread. A stampede of horses quickly rode within the city, followed by the sounds of warhorns.

 

The Witches, beings of the Infernal, and skeletons struck once more. Naele, within its centre.

 

Those who dwelled within the square, found themselves battered to the ground. A horrifying being of steel, with teeth comparable to the Witches themselves, lunged towards Sylios Adiler. Unhinging its jaw, as it went to clamp onto him.

 

An infernal Witch phased into the tavern, spewing out waves of flames, causing all within to catch on fire, but most importantly- Gundanath’Vukh. In an attempt to flee, he broke through the nearby window, falling onto the stairs beneath. Yet such flames only continued to find their way to him, until his untimely demise.

 

The attempts at ringing the bell failed, for the warbeast-riders caught up to Maurizio, slamming him into the nearby wall, losing his consciousness.

 

As the screams echoed throughout Lurin, so did people begin to gather; Sul’Ame, Amber Mossborn, Noelle Veyde, and Neare. Immediately drawing up arms, they ran into the fight, to save their kin.

 

But their attempts were in vain, as Noelle slashed the skeleton riding it, it lunged towards her, bringing her to the ground. The armored Nephilim, tore apart those who dared tread near.

 

DO NOT HARM HIM!
Screamed Naele

 

The Frost-Uruk’s attempts at striking Neare were quickly put to a halt at the orders of her Mother, who then went towards Sol’Ame. The immediate thought of their potential association drew the Lurinites away from Neare. Yet he, marched on nonetheless, letting out a loud THUNDERCLAP, causing her and the Uruk’s horses to rear them off, 

 

I do not like you. I do not like who you’ve become. You can be better.
Stated Neare.

 

His body began to twist and contort, light escaping between the cracks of his skin. Horns grew, and then- the dragonkin revealed himself. One, that fought for Lurin. Crossbow bolts were shot his way, Uruk attempted to strike him with cleavers, to no avail. He was far too durable.

 

Yet oddly enough, everyone was kept alive. Bound, and forced in place, as they bled. For some reason, the darkspawn were unwilling to slay them- perhaps they had more use from them alive.

 

MOTHER!

Screamed a Witch

 

The Nephilim struck Mor with the strength comparable to an Olog, as sounds of bones snapping echoed within the square, sending her to the ground, immediately rendering her unconscious.

 

Yet his rampage came to an abrupt end, as he suddenly found himself sapped of all strength, dropping flat on the ground. The thanhium-wielding automaton’s gears churned, sending strike after strike towards the Nephilim. He managed to escape nonetheless.

 

You will expect to hear from me, Naele. I will redeem you yet.

Said the Nephilim, before is escape

 

 

 

 

 

Those who could flee, fled.

 

Those who fought back, met their quick demise, bound in ice, and carried away.

 

 

[usercultist 148]

noelle aint say allat

[glassyskies 320]

The named abomination scraped stone from their corrupted body, leaving behind foul, soul-reaping scars that warbled and clung to him like sap. He repeated the same name.

 

"Naele. . ."

 

"Naele. . ."

"Naele. . ." 

With each pick of his infected scales, Ren'vah, once that pale elf who faced the horde winced, finding the unfamiliar pain of his once conjoined soul and burning flesh uniting in a foreign sting. It made him feel mortal again. He grinned a bitter grin, finding a glimpse of joy in light of this occasion.

[ItsMisterPip 409]

Those red eyes sought to consume the wills of souls. Blood and broken stone remained in the path of that creature of steel...

[Poetcraze 24]

That she did - Emeline fled alongside with another. One of the only two that did manage to escape from the chaos that erupted forth from the square.
Her naginata useless to her now; instead in the hands of another who bore to be braver than she was.
Even though she'd come to Lurin for solace, to hide and flee - she'd still had to run. Scorched were her hands, riddled with frost. Burning and numb by the rigid cold from mists.

An irritated hiss slips past her lips as she escapes to her manor just beyond the district.

Trying to muffle all the noises to her pointed ears before she moves, hastily moving to kick kindle into her oven and light it ablaze almost clumsily so with her forearms with a torch. Had she made the mistake, she surely would have been engulfed in another mess.

Alas.

The flames were lit, and a soft sigh was uttered as her hands were cast to bask in the warm glow.

Thawing them out as that encounter dredged on her mind.

Who knows how many were killed - or taken, she'd not known.

She'd never, as she left before she could.

 

Spoiler

amazing post and wonderful crp & encounter from all <3 

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A fiend is glad to see Azdrazi on the menu again.