Frosted Earth

[Diogen 3729]

 

 

 

 

[!] An eye of Iblees loomed upon the swamps.

Steel Haze (Where Truths Meet)

 

 

Dangers on Aevos are ever present. Along the swamp marshes where the regency meets a small duchy. The legion of Iblees descends down from the north. Leaving behind only the scars of a grand battle between the Old Dark and the Radiant Light of the Templars. 

Where blades clashed, the Frost Mother Naele spoke in a dreadful tongue. The roadside stop for weary travelers was suddenly plunged into chaos. The miasma of snow roared as the witches weaved great spikes of ice, tearing through nearby structures, parting the very ground that all stood upon. Warlocks and magi flung their spells while the knights of hell skirmish with soldiers. 

 

Such was an odd night, for horribly large creations of ice seemed to sprout left and right. The very earth shook, as winds violently picked up. The Mother’s raging heart projecting onto all those that surrounded her; not even the poor demons could see within such a storm, let alone the Descendants they slaughtered.
 

 

Blinded by the Mother's Rage, the men value the state of their soul over their pride.

 

Two templars stared down the raging storm, venturing in blind.

 

A mighty Bulwark presses on, intent to run its gear heart dry to defend those it considers worthy. A boulder suddenly flew within that storm, crashing onto that Automaton, who stood his ground despite the battering. Where conflicting odds clashed, resolve was tested in each that day. Courage carrying those that remained in the sphere of ice and snow that plagued a road stop in the eastern swamp. The remainder, fled within the Cathedral. Wounded, bleeding out.

The Legion's forces regroup as the storm begins to die down. The Light Bearers push in as more ice is weaved around them. Stones turn, the earth splits open. Ravines form as the battle grows more intense, Dividing the two conflicted forces. Battered and wounded, both decide to leave the fray. A dreadful mark on the land

 

 

 

 

 

We are the Old Dark.

 

Huge shoutout to Reecedh, Publius and Jester for this amazing opportunity!

[DahStalker 3692]

Houri mourned for the cowboys.

[Caranthir_ 2533]

Tristan watched the smaller hand of the time-keeping device in the Chapel of St. Edmond inch closer to midnight. He could scarcely move for his delirium and his crushed leg. The thunderous chaos on the outside had stopped. Only the chill remained. That and the groaning of the Bulwark automaton of the Holy Army which guarded Salvo. Later, when the prognosis from the physician was clear, he wondered on what could have been achieved with his previous mobility. 

 

Later still, from the confines of his bed, between fevers, he wrote a series of letters. They all held the same message: Salvo was in peril. With it, the small light of the True Faith in the far east. He called for aid.

[Agy 756]

As the two forces of a struggle stood there, both participants of a conflict that raged on since time itself begun. A gaping ravine upon the lands, forbidding the continuation of this bloodshed as an ancient cold slowly seeped its way out of its depths and into the air; Like a bleeding wound upon the world itself.

 

And upon one side stood the Eldest of the Daughters of Naele, as she turned to face the the Templars that dared rage against all that their Winter-Born Kin embodied and with an ever-present malice in her heart she spoke her last words to these fortunate defenders "This is not a victory, children of the four. Your hubris has been punished and your pride has been tattered. Gaze upon these Winter-swept ruins, devoured by the very cold and remember what you've felt today, for this is your kind's destiny." Such spoke the voice of the Elder Witch as she begun to withdraw within the deep reaches of the Mother's Storm, vanishing without a trace as it begun to subside.

[CanadaMatt 873]

The Automaton Bulwark stood victorious driving many of the darkspawn to route and sending many more with scars and fears of death, the town may of been destroyed but many lives were saved and many darkspawn not satisfied 

[Kursion 463]

From St. Edmond's Chapel, the blistering cold would keep Cedric awake, who would have several broken ribs, as well as bruises all over his body and several cuts on his chest. After several hours trapped in the chapel, Salvo suddenly fell into absolute silence. He would turn his gaze to his faithful companion, Tristan, ‘Is it over, brother?’ he would ask for a moment, without any answer, as he was still unconscious. It may be over for today, but the threat of Iblees loomed over Salvo, and everyone knew it, this was only the beginning and we were in danger.

[JadeStryuu 534]

*mother Valerie, would read the missive in her hospital bed as She was there pierced by a couple of ice arrow.

"Damn Witch next time, i will chop your head off"