SILVER AND BRIMSTONE

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

 

SILVER AND BRIMSTONE

 

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Rumbling. Rumbling and dark winds that carried inky clouds bombarding beneath with rain. That was the first sign that the Motherland’s hour was upon us. Those rallied, of Silver and Brimstone, moved from the city square up, up higher and higher to see the source of the tremors. It was there when they reached the precipice, the tip of the volcano, that the sight did emerge: The Titan.

 

It towered upon the land, its frame on par with the volcano itself, it walked over part of the city, knocking towers as if loose gravel beneath its feet, those bravely upon the tip stood defiantly with two options: Stop this elemental; of fire, steel and stone, or flee, condemning the citizens of Haelun’or to Oblivion.

 

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Cannons arranged in ranks, some quickly with hurried steps moved from elsewhere, the volcano resonated with the beast, sputtering and bubbling, brewing and growing violent behind the crowd. Those of the Brimstone began preparing their arts, the Sacred Ilumiran their own; Fireballs and cannonfire, spheres of water the size of small huts were sent forth.

 

Ravaging the Titan’s outer shell, sputtering magma and debris flying out in all directions, much of it catching against the impervious shields of the Ilumiran and other attendees. Many worked the cannons, shot after shot lined up in tempo. The purity of the Silver State, and those of a nefarious nature found pace, found synergy, created destruction in their wake.

 

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The firing did not stop, the creature suttered and knelt, bent and sundered against the overwhelming siege, cannon shells were loaded as fast as they were fired, precious mages from near and far threw spells of every imagination towards the feast, spewing magma sputtered forth as it grew closer, closer towards the Volcano, which now sounded behind louder than the rampaging monsoon that those around had battled against.

 

As more barrages pelted, so too did shed the skin of the creature, like a knife against hide the fury of those that stood at life’s edge was sharp and merciless, as more barrages thrashed the Titan, a core, a solid sphere of magma in its torso became apparent.

 

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The Titan’s zeal was apparent as it clawed closer, but it was not all lost, it was not the end of Haelun’or. For in the distance a light grew, shining through the blackness of the Storm it beamed and made the Motherland glow bright, as if the water-soaked city became a mirror for the sun’s brilliance. It was there, when Eryndor had shown their true form.

 

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Its claws ripped and tore through the beast, disabling its falling apart limbs and body, as the last few shots fired out from the cannon, the sickening flames rippled through its form and searched for its source, spells were thrown and the last drops of mana were expended as with a crackling shudder of the ground the creature bent.

 

Breaking and collapsing, screaming for its Master it threw itself apart and fell unto the ground, magma seeping down the hills and burning away nearby foliage, as the cacophonous boom of its collapse could be heard from afar, as if an explosion had sounded. Some nearby Mali’aheral from the surrounding villages would look for the worst, seeing not the Volcano’s wrath, but the perseverance of the Mali’thill, and their bonded allies through this conflict.

 

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A simple missive, released to the masses
 

To the Mali’aheral of the Silver City, to those of Brimstone, to those of the rest of the realm.

 

Here we have stood, defiant against all odds. The aching thrum of our heart beats an ever-lasting reminder of what it means to be alive, do not shed and quietly cower at this threat, stand tall, stand against Titans as we have. The truce of Silver and Brimstone shall persist till we either annihilate this foe, or find a new continent to colonise rather than this war-torn Aevos we inhabit.

 

We stood, between maws of fire, and the pits of inferno, and we have lived to tell our tales. Stand your ground, fight on.

 

They are not immortal.

 

Signed,

Acalmaehr Calith, Sohaer

 

 

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P.s. this event has been absolutely brilliant, thank you to Squak for running it, and Haelun'ors Infernal truce friends. Additional thanks goes out to the extra attendees who came for the ride :3