THE BATTLE OF TOMBS

[lemonke 6014]

 

 

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The lair of the Kuruibi horde was usually quiet, but lately, strange growls and a stronger stench of decay had filled the air. Concerned, a group of cultists decided to investigate: Kyuusei the Gateway, Malachi the Prince of Compassion, Blackheart the Golden, and Druhlkar the Demon. At first, all seemed still—until hands suddenly reached out from the wall and grabbed the Prince of Compassion. In moments, a swarm of undead stomped forward from beneath the altar and emerged from the ground—dwarven zombies clad in steel and clattering skeletons, seemingly wearing the marks of Khovard. And so, the battle began. 

 

THE BATTLE OF TOMBS:

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Malachi, his voice a whisper of demonic incantations, wielded his grimoire to conjure dark golden flames that lashed through the undead ranks, scorching the souls of zombies and skeletons alike. With a mere thought, he commanded Druhlkar forward. As the flames cleared paths, Kuruibi warriors managed to push through the enemy's lines, pressing their advantage.

 

Druhlkar fought with relentless fury. His malflame-wreathed fists tore through the undead, sending bodies crashing into each other as their spirits burned away. Acting as a shield for Malachi, he stood like a dark bulwark, shrugging off wounds while his rage only intensified with each drop of blood embellishing the ground. Bloodied yet unyielding, he fought as if driven by pure spite.

 

Kyuusei, a towering Oni reborn as an undead knight, cleaved through enemies with every swing of his axe, letting dust pick up and the steel plates of his foes shatter. Arrows lodged into his darkened bones and rotting flesh, but he fought undeterred, his dark honor infusing each strike with an ever-lasting strength as no pain was felt through his undying body empowered by life force. Side-by-side with Druhlkar, they moved as one, obliterating the frontline with a brutal, almost telepathic synchronicity.

 

In the chaos, Blackheart held the role of commander. His grin and gleeful eyes reflected the aura of the void as he directed his undead minions. With a sweeping motion, he unleashed a breath of blue flames upon the backline skeletons, encircling them in a wall of voidal fire. This ancient dwarf and archmage, chosen by Khorvad himself, was a force unmatched by these lesser undead who were pretenders of sorts.

 

As the battle grew fiercer, Igarashi Shirunai arrived, his presence a crushing weight that radiated pure tyranny and with the power exhibited by the warriors of the Kuruibi horde. The undead rogues wavered, their ranks thrown into chaos as madness spread through them—some turned on each other, others fell back, utterly outwitted and overwhelmed by the Kuruibi horde’s unyielding might. Against the Igarashi, even the most defiant know only despair. One by one, their foes fell until the battlefield grew silent. Just as the general advanced, believing victory was theirs, a deep, reverberating roar echoed through the walls, shaking the air. The fight had been almost too easy; the demon had realized so and had seen the upcoming danger but opted to say naught. His selfishness would be his downfall…

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

 

 

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From the roof above, a massive zombie troll descended—a hulking brute with tusks twisted across its skull like monstrous tumors, jagged yellow teeth, bloodstained claws, and thick plates of armor fused into its flesh. Beside this grotesque titan stood a smaller figure: an undead dwarf, adorned in bardic clothes, dancing and playing a melody that seemed to encourage the troll, filling it with a sharpened focus and peace. With a thunderous impact, the troll dropped to the ground, its landing knocking the Kuruibi General unconscious. The remaining warriors, however, felt no fear—they welcomed this challenge with fervor, eager for the battle ahead. The troll grinned, muttering unintelligible phrases and cryptic oaths about Khorvad and its songs. Then, with arms spread wide, it stood, waiting. Thereafter, the Kuruibi warriors fought and ignored the bard as they thought it was harmless but such was a mistake for the bard throwed an array of daggers, soaring the air and causing quite the annoyance for even the darkstalker was a victim of the onslaught. his arm had been cut off.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Kyuusei moved with fierce resolve, marching toward the undead troll with little concern for his missing arm. He seized the troll by the throat, using his own limp limb to hammer away at its teeth. The troll barely reacted to the brutal attack, held motionless by the interference of Malachi.

 

Malachi conjured his accursed flame again, shooting forward chains of malflame that temporarily bound the troll. But the restraint didn’t hold long; with a sudden movement, the troll shattered the fiery chains and wielded them like whips, sending Kyuusei flying back.

 

Blackheart, meanwhile, scanned the scene, crafting multiple fireballs and aiming them toward the bard. 

 

The demon, though, wasn’t as lucky. Already hindered by a wounded leg, he misjudged his attack and slipped, further injuring himself. Still, his target—the undead bard—proved weaker than expected and fell quickly. Yet, as the bard’s haunting tune faded, the lair fell into a tense silence. The troll’s eyes filled with agony as it wailed for Khorvad’s song, desperate and enraged. But the demon’s pride had betrayed him. Provoking the troll wasn’t the victory he’d thought, and now he braced himself to face…

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

 

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RAGE…

DESPERATION…

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As the troll’s maddened fury surged with the bard’s song abruptly silenced, it launched its massive fist, sending the darkstalker across the hall toward Malachi and Blackheart. Its gaze, glowing green with vengeance and fog seething from its maw, fixed upon the demon responsible for the bard’s death. The demon managed a taunt, but the troll swiftly silenced him, gripping his leg and slamming him with terrifying ease against the floot and through the circle of blue flames before hurling him on the other side of the room. The demon hit the wall with bone-crushing force, becoming crippled by his bloody frame painted in bruises and gore.

With the frontline broken, the troll turned its wrath toward Malachi. But before it could reach him, Blackheart launched his prepared fireballs, briefly slowing the beast’s relentless advance. Yet, rage and desperation pushed the troll forward, undeterred. Just as the tide seemed to turn grim, Kyuusei rose from the shadows, charging back into the fray. He met the troll head-on, their fists colliding with overpowering impacts, sparks flying from each blow. Kyuusei refused to relent, delivering a brutal punch to the troll’s chest that shattered its limbs from the sheer force alone. Meanwhile, Blackheart swung his improvised mace into the troll, further weakening its ravaged form. The troll crumbled, kneeling, but in a final weave of undying tenacity, it lunged toward Malachi, tearing into his arm with a horrifying bite that sheared through bone and flesh alike. 

Fueled by a merciless resolve, Kyuusei delivered the finishing blow, crushing the troll’s skull under his metal boot. He struck again and again, reducing the creature’s head to pulp until nothing recognizable remained of the monstrous foe.
 

The Kuruibi horde had won but one question remained. Who were these rogue undead and cultists of Khovard?

 

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Hey. This is just a player eventline I'm planning to do for my group and soon tm other people. I have to thank my peeps for being fair sport, I haven't dmed in ages. This is not common knowledge of course. This is a poorly rushed post, I apologize for the poor quality.

 

Also ty @wowj for briefly helping me and for

 

@Xarkly being funny and fixing my region perms!

 

Some stuff of the event: