The Severing of the Infernal Scourge

[Harald 2875]

 

The Severing of the Infernal Scourge

 

 

16th of Sun’s Smile of 124 B.A

 

After a vicious assault on our beloved Kingdom, the courageous men and women of Balian rose to the challenge, hunting down the darkspawn that had plagued our southern borders for years. In their pursuit, these brave souls captured an Inferi Devil, bringing the fiend before the Cloudbreaker throne. As the Devil attempted to flee using its infernal magic, King Alexander II swiftly struck it down, severing its head and ending its threat once and for all.

 

Signed,

His Royal Majesty, Alexander II, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Prince of Providence, Duke of Helena, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Count of Pompourelia and Kositz, Viscount of Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Keeper of of St Lothars Hold, Prince of the Holy Orenian Empire,  Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera

 

Spoiler

Massive thanks to @ProcaPro who was an absolute champ during the entire encounter! 

 

[SapphirePool 1360]

The Queen stood to the side of the ichor soaked stonework, the babe in her arms only recently hushed from its shrieks of terror from the cacophony of horror spewed from the dark spawn that now lay dead. Lavanya's nerves rattled, shaken to their core at yet another incursion on their lands by foul beasts. Yet, this triumph held her standing tall, her resolve shaken yet strong. No more would these beasts sow fear into their hearts. 

[Turbo_Dog 3581]

The Balian air sat in peace for now. A tiny devil has the gal of interrupting it by let out a shrill scream like a cat getting their belly touched. But nothing followed it. A simple prank for a simple imp. Daal quickly retreated satisfied by his contribution to the greater evil cause

[Jihnyny 5233]

"Woah guys, the king killed his first darkspawn! BRAHAHHRHAHRHAHR!"
Called the crimson general of Raguk, slapping the missive with his middle finger. Watching Celia'norites slay one the third time today.

[PrimnyaQuorum 4008]

Amidst the jungle treeline, a Zezimar stalked - just out of sight of the coastal city.

 

It knew defeat - and it grew sharper for it, as did those who had swung their blades against it.

 

It mattered not who slaughtered who - all fed offerings. All offered worship to the single truth.

 

It prowled away, watching - waiting. Soon, it decided upon a patch of trees, and marked anew its conquest.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A demon reads the notice. And smile. As Balian was attacked it stalked the edges of the city limits to find a certain Reverend. It took a note to go find these demons and warlocks later and thank them for the distraction they provided as Balian rang it bells. It ate eyeballs. 

[Buhru 129]

So too came mocking laughter at the missive in cadence with the widening of a fleshless, toothful maw - wrought from a being that had long since made Balian his stomping ground. Perhaps he had been alleviated of his insanity, but he the ebon Paramount spoke all the same in that orotund voice.

Soon, he began balling up the missive as he aimed to land the balled parchment within an adjacent bonfire "Dem nuh know say di score is 10-1, we up on yuh Bomboklaat"

[_xMika 284]

 Atop the large bridge of the ports an olden weaver stood with his set of disturbing creations though this time. . Only one remained amongst his duo, nonetheless. The ebon creature still held  an unblinking gilded stare, so unnatural but yet. . still pulsating with life. "Swing and a miss" the lad mused whilst a smile grew on his lips "It's alright, we will get you next time" throwing the missive into the heith-hedran beneath him, the weaver walked away in a cackle. He found himself amused and excited. For the future, after so long. . . showed promise.