The Red Shadow: Death's March Through Urguani Lands

[Behindbush 163]

Spoiler

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The moon hung heavy over the village of Hefrumm, its pale light flickering through the dense forest like the last gasps of a dying flame. A trail, once familiar and safe, now felt cursed, thick with a growing dread. The soft rustle of leaves gave way to an unnatural stillness, and from the shadows, two figures emerged like phantoms.

 

The first was a necromancer, his robes frayed and dark as the deepest cavern. Humming with decay, tendrils of sickly energy seeping from his fingers. Beside him, a far more twisted figure strode—a ghoul, clad in tattered coat, once a warrior of a prideful Oyashiman family, now a husk of twisted malice. His hollow eyes, burning with a malevolent crimson light, fixed upon the helpless forest dwarf they dragged through the dirt.

 

The dwarf’s cries echoed through the still night, but no answer came. The village slumbered, unaware of the doom unfolding at its doorstep. As the ghoul tightened his grip on the dwarf’s chains, the necromancer’s voice, a hiss of corruption, filled the air, marking his prey. The ground beneath them churned, and with a final glance back at his village, the dwarf was swallowed by the mist, stolen into the darkness by forces far older and far fouler than any in the dwarven realm had ever known.

Far beneath the stone-carved citadel of Urguan, the dwarves prepared for battle, though they could not have known the true horror that awaited them. Within the grand halls, where the legacy of the dwarves was etched into every stone, two warriors stood ready. A templar coated in blue, and a clan father of the Frostbeards.

A cloaked ghoul was spotted merely at the capitol entrance, slipping through the sleeping gatekeepers, as he defiled Urguani halls with it’s stench and spilled descendant blood; an offering, a sacrifice adorned with bloody-red petals scattered across the cold floor.

 

The air grew thick with the smell of decay, a ghoulish stench that clung to the stone like a disease. Without a word, the ghoul moved, his blade flashing in the dim light as he met the dwarves in deadly combat. The priest’s prayers echoed off the walls, his holy light cutting through the corruption with ease, yet the ghoul was relentless. His movements were precise, a grim dance of death honed over centuries of war. The Frostbeard’s blade struck true, yet the ghoul endured, till he faltered under his shield; as his skull was smashed to pieces and his body adorned with silvery flames, as it exuded final screeches from it’s dimly light maw.

The halls of Urguan, once filled with dwarven pride and strength, now lay in eerie silence, the scent of rot and spilled blood hanging heavy in the air. Even with the dead of the filthy creature, it was certain that it was merely a pawn of a much… much grander plan. Far below, in the deepest tunnels, darkspawn stirred.

 

The necromancer’s work had only begun. In the forgotten depths where no descendant dared to tread, corpses twisted and writhed, clawing their way from their shackles. Ghouls, once proud warriors entombed with honor, now rose as slaves to the necromancer’s will, their eyes hollow and lifeless. The kingdom of Urguan, proud and ancient, was becoming a tomb of its own. Whispers of old curses filled the taverns, while the mountain itself seemed to shudder under the weight of something foul and ancient.

 

Urguan’s once-mighty halls now faced an enemy not of steel and fire, but of rot and death, an unholy war that no sword could cut trough. The dwarves, brave as they were, could feel the shadow creeping upon them—the shadow of an impending darkness that pulled the strings. The forges grew cold, the mines silent, and the dead restless.

For in the heart of Urguan, beneath the stone and steel, death itself had come to call within their lands.

Praised be the Horde

[lemonke 6014]

A Necromantic Hag cackled after hearing her minion's deeds. She will for sure bring them back, stronger than before!

[Reeper40 21]

Who was meant teh beh on gate duteh? silleh bugger walked roight in

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

"This will be a classic."

Said a fiend

[RianNeverfield 149]

The templar coated in blue recited the quote of the defiled king:
"We do not chose our destinies, but we do our duty. Big or small, we shall do our duty."

[Boknice275 1588]

[!] An old Dwarven wizard cleaning out his apartment in preparation to move from Hohkmat hears of the toils of his homeland. Grymus simply shakes his head and reaches for his wooden staff.

 

"Looks loike Ogradhad calls fer 'is servants tah meet dis threat head 'un." With that, the dwarf makes his way back to Urguan.

[Scatmanpro 275]

Bromdor would shake his head an sigh. "Weh beh dwed... Nae woorehs!" Though deep inside, he was trembeling of fear for this unknown danger...