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Revenge comes swift for the Order of Saint Jude. 

The Eye of Ibless looms over Aaun.
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As knights train a horrible chill rushes over the fort on the coast of Aaun. Potions were slung. Espitol smog rolled over the darkspawns' horses. Though the undead and masked remained unfazed in the face of toxic fumes. Witches created bolts of Ice.

Kiel Vuakudah remained with the others. Augmented view of the world guiding its hooves always. Passing off the reigns to the blood hungry Uruk that charged into the gate house, catching stray projectiles of the Frost Witches that began to volley into the narrow stone barracks.

The Automaton rode from the smog, pushing its steed through fumes to hurl another shrieking potion at the defenders of the central lands. Ice skewered through a man's limb, embedding several into its head as more of the volley was released inside. Where the Order waited out the storm behind the covers of their gate.

As a brave rider comes to meet the attackers, an Uruk is flung forward. Horse diving off to the side of the pit, meeting its end with the other steed the proud Cathan forsook. Landing on the bridge, coated in ichor, ready for more.

Kiel watches against the wall. Felflame gathering in its palm. Then pointed down at the ground. “ᵲ¤ӄ ӄψ ᵲʅʊӄA stream of purple flame engulfed a rider and its horse on the bridge. "PULL ME IN!” Screamed the burning man, dragged to safety by his ally. Deeper into the keep to fight the burns and tend to his own wounds. 

 

An archer released his shot into one of the Witches. Naele was saved only by the sudden bitter cold shield to help absorb the blow. Uruk charged forward as the inner gate closed, and witches prepared their volley again. The Fiend keeps its stream of malflame flow towards the gate continuously.

Men scrambled, a challenge was issued to fight the Uruk screaming at their gates. Battering bars within his only intent to klomp. More bolts of ice are gathered, a fiend dives for doors with its thieves tools. A stalemate was met at the bridge for the forces of either part refused to venture onto it, it was a hotbed of arrows and spells. 

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As the honorable duel commenced, the knights pushed out. Met with a flurry of ice bolts and a horrid boomsteel spear that crumbled shields as they stepped out the doors. With a stomp the Frost Mother spreads her ice over the ground. Knights riddled with bolts of ice. The fiend plants itself beside the Mother. Plate is turned inward. Bolt after bolt of ice lodged into a brave warrior.
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While a bitter Uruk gives a Templar a fight he’ll never forget. Feigns and sweeps, the skilled Uruk using its weight to toss him around on the bridge. Two great warriors clash, though better equipped, horrid boomsteel cracks out at the Uruk. Flesh rips, the Templars shoulder is met with a hammer. More blood splatters on the bridge.  Then came the battered form. The Uruk smiles, content at this end met in battle. Head smashed apart over wood slick with blood. 

 

When they were done, the gates opened. The remaining stepped forth to meet the fiends head on. Ice spreads over the ground, Frost and Fire descend upon the Templar. Charging forward to strike Naele, whose body morphs on the spot to absorb the strike. The undead had tricks. The men advance, and the fiends retreat. A Cardinal is blinded by the beast that gave him his burns. Dragged to safety behind the Templar.

Whose Bulwark faced the skirmish force. Bolts and Javelins came raining in. His protection offered his allies the chance to drag his bleeding body away into the gates.

The skirmish was over, leaving only a looming sense of the conflict to come over the years. 

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The Mighty Naele, The Everlasting Frost, Queen of the Icy Tomb, Empress of Eternal Winter, Sovereign of the Frozen Wastes, Mistress of the Glacial Realm, Enchantress of the Eternal Blizzard, Keeper of the Frozen Flame, Vanquisher of Men, Warden of the Undead Ice, Bane of Mortal Men, Devourer of Souls, The Icy Cannibal Queen, Mistress of the Frostbitten Dead, Sentinel of the Glacial Fortress, Undying Matriarch of the North, Herald of the Endless Night, Frostfire Witch, Guardian of the Frozen Realm, Monarch of the Glacial Night, Slayer of the Patriarchs, Chosen of the Eternal Winter, Champion of the Frozen Plains, Protector of the Undying North, Weaver of the Icy Web, Rider of the Blizzard Winds, Bringer of the Glacial Dawn, Builder of the Frozen Cities, Seeker of the Icy Throne, Keeper of the Glowing Blue Flame, Mistress of the Frostfire Throne, High Priestess of the Glacial Circle, Archon of the Frozen Shadows, Mistress of the Frostbitten Peaks, Empress of the Icy Abyss, Lady of the Frozen Sepulchre, Scourge of the Living, Mistress of the Never-Ending Winter, Mistress of the Glacial Horde, Bearer of the Frostfire Scepter, Harbinger of the Frozen Dawn, Ruler of the Glacial Wilderness, Banshee of the Icy Moors, Protector of the Icebound Lands, Master of the Glacial Spirits, Weaver of the Frostbound Spells, Guardian of the Frozen Depths, Mistress of the Winter Veil, Monarch of the Glacial Depths, Eternal Keeper of the Frostbound, Sentinel of the Frozen Realms, High Queen of the Frozen Shadows, Mistress of the Frostfire Caverns, Sovereign of the Icy Domain, Monarch of the Glacial Expanse, Mistress of the Frozen Dead, Keeper of the Icy Beacon, Herald of the Frostfire Storm, Vanquisher of the Frozen Spirits, Protector of the Glacial Sanctum, Warden of the Frostbitten Lands, Mistress of the Frozen Dawn, Ruler of the Glacial Veil, Mistress of the Frostbound Abyss, Archon of the Icy Shadows, Empress of the Frozen Stars, Queen of the Frostfire Realm, Mistress of the Icy Horizon, Sentinel of the Glacial Wastes, Keeper of the Frozen Light, Protector of the Icy Halls, Mistress of the Frostbound Keep, Guardian of the Frozen Citadel, Sovereign of the Glacial Sanctum, Mistress of the Frostfire Throne, Archon of the Frozen Dawn, Queen of the Icy Realm, Mistress of the Glacial Spire, Warden of the Frozen Abyss, Guardian of the Glacial Throne, Mistress of the Frostbound Depths, Protector of the Frozen Light, Keeper of the Icy Embrace, Monarch of the Glacial Dawn, Sovereign of the Frozen Wastes, Mistress of the Frostfire Fortress, Empress of the Icy Dominion, High Queen of the Frozen Expanse, Sentinel of the Glacial Night, Mistress of the Frostbound Realm, Guardian of the Icy Veil, Protector of the Frozen Throne, Mistress of the Glacial Depths, Ruler of the Frostfire Empire, Keeper of the Icy Embrace, Monarch of the Glacial Expanse, Sovereign of the Frozen Stars, Mistress of the Frostfire Dominion, Archon of the Icy Depths, Queen of the Glacial Shadows, Mistress of the Frozen Dawn, Warden of the Frostbound Lands, Protector of the Icy Halls, Guardian of the Glacial Throne, Sovereign of the Frozen Realm, Mistress of the Frostfire Abyss, and many more, sat atop her throne, rolls over rolls of her body almost melting onto that seat as she rhythmically tapped her frosted claw against the icy armrest. Tap, tap, tap. While none of her own perished, she seemed dissatisfied. For she could make no meal off the casualties. She returned, peckish.

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