The Fall Of The Nether.

[AllenTheGreat 286]

The room shook, dust falling down around him and coating whatever sparse furniture was located inside of his quarters. A dwarf had ruptured the heart of the Nexus, and the realm that stood as the bridge between the Void and the World was crumbling. His skin was burning, as his contact with Iblees' was being sucked away with the Nether, there nothing besides his own sheer will keeping the plague from pulling him from limb to limb, his time was almost up. As far as the Dragon cared, His purpose was served, he had brought the destruction of Aegis, and he was now chaff. But he could not end like this, he was the most powerful creation this land has ever seen, and no Axe would stop that.

Wrapping his cloak around his rotted corpse of a body, The Overlord exited the Oblivion tower, coming into a sprint, the ground shook with every step, the bridge beginning to give way, he turned left, and hurried up the stairs of the Forge. Aegis' most valuable materials lined the walls, Diamonds, Gold, Iron, Obsidian, but they were worthless now, there was only one thing here that he could use to escape this death.

He threw open the door, the sound of it slamming against the wall was drowned out, as a deafening roar echoed through the red caverns, the Oblivion tower gave way, dropping into the massive lake below. He had to hurry, reaching the top floor of the tower, the glowstone had shattered, the only light coming from the lava in the middle of the room. The figure quickly turned, facing a brown chest standing against the iron wall. Opening it, he reached into it's velvet depths, when his hand returned, it was carrying a Golden Sword, a purple aura orbiting it contentiously, also, a small vial of liquid. Pulling a sheath off the wall, and storing it and the blade inside of his richly ornamented cloak, he began running down the stairs. reaching the base level, the tower began lurching forward, pushing the weakening Undead to the ground, a sound pouring forth from the crumbling fixtures, sounding like that of a blanket whipping in a heavy wind. Hurriedly pushing himself back up, he continued, picking up speed, he stumbled onto the bridge, dashing across what remained of it, another crash was heard, the Forge joined the Oblivion Tower inside of the fiery Hades below him.

Wrothgar entered the Nexus tower, the strongest building in the nether, but the walls of the Nexus were crumbling, it's defense was ruptured, and it's purpose was served. Not bothering to stay, he turned left, ran across another bridge, and entered the library. As he secured his footing, another crash echoed behind him, The front wall of the Nexus fell, crashing into the bridge, and sending it into the lake. Moving through the halls of the Drauchriem Library, he stopped short, what was the path to the Crypt and Portal Towers was now an empty expanse, it had collapsed.

Cursing under his breath, he shifted his course, the edges of his cloak brushing against the many books that had fallen to the floor, running down the stairs of the library, there was only one thing he could do now. Curling his hand into a fist, he pushed against a piece of the wall, it creaked slightly, then slid in, as the shelves infront of him opened into a hidden walkway. Moving through the walkway and hurrying down some quick steps, hitting another button, a group of Iron flooring split open, showing the massive lake of lava below him.

The ruins of the other towers were steadily falling into the lake, whatever skin he had left was burning, the only thing keeping him alive was his steady "feeding" on the souls of the champions that were slain in the recent events. The last support for the towers broke, him and the Library began approaching the lake of molten magma.

Retrieving the sword from his cloak, he held it straight foward, summoning the expunging power of the Nexus, Iblees took his power, and this overflowing vortex would have to do, channeling it through the blade, he focused it into one purpose, a single spell. "פתוח." A purple aura crawled into the enchanted Blade, and began erupting around Wrothgar, his vision blurring...

The bottom of the Library hit the lake, lava pouring in through every crevice, searching for any living remains to feed on.. But there was none, the only sound was that of vast amounts of books and history burning, and crumbling land of what once was Drauchreich being destroyed. The rest of the Nether's once glorious civilization was clothed with ruins.

[Twilight Druid 188]

((sneaky but I'm kind of curious as to what this will mean in the future))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.