Operation Black Curtain

[Mirtok 2853]

*Mirtok shuffles through the blazing desert in hopes of finding his brothers. His steel pointed boots dig slightly into the bleached sand, lifting up little granules only to slid off the polished metal and return once more to the legion of yellow earth. Mirtok looks down at his blood spattered tabard, the life of one of his brothers still warm stains red just under the black cross. Mirtok slowly raises his head to gaze out past the sandy dunes and at the lush mountain side. A small trail of smoke wisps up from the top of where the Dreadfort is suppose to be. The Hochmeister picks up his pace a bit and only stops with his fists clenched at the sight of the desecrated cross reduced to charred ribbons.

*A few Plebeians slink out from inside the fort, silent and waiting for direction. Mirtok tilts his head a bit and removes his winged helm, allowing it to drop to the ground in a soft crunch. He runs his fingers through his snow white hair and speaks in a low but stern voice . . .

"The mutants, the heretics, the primitives, the tribals, you will have your day now but I will take your life tomorrow. Brothers, the loyalist of the Emperor's will, it is time that we return to our homeland, The Mother Land. Our Oath is not to the Empire, out oath is to the God among men. Pack up your things, our standing has been given away to mutants."

*The Plebeians give a silent nod. Mirtok scans his view to each of his fresh new recruits then behind them to the war hardened Sariants. He begins to hum very quietly, slowly gaining volume with each passing second. The Sariants quickly join in and soon the Plebeians follow suit. Before long, the Sariants march south with full backpacks and angered expressions, all the while still singing the old Hymn of Nuremburg.

*The members of the Black Cross file under the shadow of the massive stone sentinals of Hanseti and await Mirtok's words as he slowly steps up to higher ground. Looking over the collection of men, he beings to speak . . .

"Primitives and Mutants,

Malin was the first of their sons, born in the deep forests of Aegis, he had blonde hair and sharp ears. Standing tall, he was the father of the Elves of Aegis. Krug was born in the scorching deserts of Aegis, fierce and relentless, he was the father of the Orcs. In the fresh meadows of Aegis was born Horen, father of Humans. And lastly, in the deep underground caves of the World, Urguan was born, master of the Dwarves.

The story of the four brothers, a tale that has been told since before any Human can remember. It is one of great failure but too great triumph. However, within its old words lies a truth about the modern world we all inhabit; The mutants.

Krug, naked and unarmed charged at The Daemon, throwing himself against the scalding scales of Iblees. He screamed in agony as his skin burned and decayed, becoming green and molten.

The once pure brother among the four threw himself at the Daemon in what was believed to be a courageous act, when in reality he too had succumb to his own vice much like the other brothers. The Orcs own primarch was a creature too primitive for any progressionary movements or sophisticated thoughts. They are by nature tribals and primitives to their very core and thus a hindrance on all civilized life.

The reckless and thoughtless act perpetrated by Krug did not yield victory nor any sort of advancement in the fight against the dark evil of Iblees. Instead, Kurg doomed all his children to a corrupted life of mutations and tainted flesh paired with an inhibited mind. The Orcs are the way they are- green, hideous, and warped- because of the fault of the primarch. Spawns from the very evil flesh of Iblees, they are evil themselves.

Their existence has been left unchecked and unhindered for far too long. Their very presence sparks unrest and disarray wherever they reside. They are a threat and their blood is an insult to the Holy Oren Empire and to all those that wish for purity and good in this world and the worlds before.

Slay the mutants, vanquish the impure, crush the primitives and forever venerate the glorious Emperor; For the Xeno scum knows no civilization, knows no righteous thought, and knows nothing more than a primitive existence.

And this mutant scum has been allowed to corrupt the minds of Oren, they have tricked the nobles and scarred the citizens into thinking them friends. Know this brothers! The Emperor has a plan for us all. He has a plan for the xeno scum, he has a plan for the heretics, he has a plan that will one day end all evil and finally purify the entire world of Asulon so that Men may live as they should!"

Beliae doe Moedor Lent!

Beliae doe Moedor Emperor!

[Phog 150]

Dain stands amongst his brothers taking in the speech by his Hochmeister. As he looks over the faces of his fellow Sariants he sees the same look in each one of their eyes. In his Brohters' eyes Dain sees a look of determination and vengeance. And in this moment Dain knew that his Brothers would fight to their last breath against the scourge of xenos, heretics, and mutants. The Teutonic Order would not be broken easily.

[The Lion 736]

Lion peers out his window in the Black Keep as he always does and spots smoke rising from the North East. Lion whispers,"Dread Fort." And turns around without saying a word to his wife and child and quietly puts on his armor and belt. He walks out of his keep and dashes to Dread Fort only to find fire and ash, he looks down as the banner falls to the ground and sees a half buried winged helmet shining in the sand. Lion stands shocked and falls to his knees punching the sand, cursing. He takes hold of the helm and wipes a bit of blood off of it adding blood from his own torn up hand and walks to a lone horse oblivious to the burning fort. He mounts the horse and rides west to Arethor. On his way he spots a line of marching white, black, and gold figures moving towards Hanseti. Too far away to catch up he makes it to the top of the hill looking over at Hanseti's guardians as he hears Mirtoks voice echo throughout the maw. Lion nods in shame , "It was my own fault I did not put an end to this scum. I see now, a new purpose, a new mission." Lion holds Mirtoks helmet tight and rides as fast as he can after him. As he gets closer the cloud begins creeping in on his body and the horse begins slowing. He crashes through the rookies and hands Mirtok his helmet. As he gasps for breath he mutters out words, "They will beg for their right to breathe after I am done." Lion turns around before Mirtok can answer and rides as fast as he can out of the Maw, his horse succumbs to the cloud and falls to its death knocking Lion off just out the clouds reach. He stands and looks to the horse with no emotion before walking to Arethor.

[Mirtok 2853]

*Powerful ripples shake the surrounding the landscape, causing ice to crack and trees to rustle with the accompanying shock waves. A series of boats and cranes lower large and solid rock slabs into the active waters and unto the the ocean floor. Slowly but surely the Order builds the foundations to their redemption, the keys to their Emperor's superiority over all those who threaten his will and wish death upon his body. Mirtok stands aboard the "Celestia's Hammer" with his hands behind his back, looking over the construction with deep contemplation.

"This is how it was meant to be. Since the early days of man and mutant, our ancestors knew the truth. There is no room for the blood-lust of the Orcs, the greed of the Dwarves and the ignorance that spawns from their plagued seed. The very flesh of demons has been carried from the lost home of Aegis, just as it had happened so long ago."

*The large and armored Sariant behind Mirtok nods at his words, maintaining an attentive silence.

"It shall be our duty and the Emperor's will that we finish the fight. The Hansetians left us the pieces, we just need to fit them together."

*Mirtok pivots of his right foot and turns around, his redstone lenses glowing slightly red in their large metallic sockets. The Hochmeister studies the soldier for several moments before giving him a slight nod . . .

"Your service, and the service of your brother has not gone unnoticed, Maur. You have bested the very pits of the nether and fought valiantly against the demons in Aegis. Even now, you have remain one of the most loyal of Sariants and the most able of brothers. I promise I shall undo the curse of Iblees and sanctify your blood. You have earned your right to be pure- free of the sins of the mutant father Krug- and the privilege of dying a man of . . . Human flesh."

*The large Sariant gives Mirtok a simple nod and a solid salute, marching away from the Hochmeister and disappearing below deck. Mirtok once more turns his gaze out towards the sea and over the site of the Order's long awaited purpose. Mirtok thinks back on all the events that lead to this moment, the decades of war and struggle, the loss of brother and country- necessary to achieve what is far greater than his own desires, far greater than any earthly connection; A time line drawn by the goddess and only made visible through the very incarnation of the greatest of the Humans history has ever known, Godfrey.

Suffer now and let a wave of repugnance for the enemy wash over you. Let hatred fill you. Hate is good, for our goal is a Human Asulon. We are called by the Emperor with a sacred duty to conquer it in His name.

Beliae doe Moedor Emperor!

[Mirtok 2853]

*The final wall falls into its target foundation lines, a shadow looms over what used to be open sea. Mirtok steps off the rigging boat and onto the freshly built docks, two Sariants his left and right. As the sound of snoq crunching beneath their feet, Mirtok leans to one side and turns around. Taking in the full magnitude of the Order's work, the culmination of a past race and the present Order. The Hochmeister smiles to himself under his thick helmet, his green eyes drowned out by the luminescent redstone lenses.

"The Emperor must hear- No- he must see what we hath created in his name! By the Goddess it is glorious, a proper legacy for those whom gave themselves in its manifesting finally unto the surface of Asulon. From the pieces left shattered by long since forgotten men, we are on the path to supremacy; And our supremacy directly contributes to the might of the Emperor for without him we have nothing, we are nothing, and we shall wither away in his absence."

*The two Sariants nod quickly and trudge off into the pink Cloud, their large bodies of black and white disappearing as the Cloud moves to refill the slight displacement. Mirtok stands alone on the shores edge, still looking up at the grand spectacle. For reasons unknown, he raises his hands and lowers them to each side of his helmet. In a fluid motion, the helmet is twisted then pulled off- the sounds of air making their escape from within the metal prison. Mirtok lets the helmet fall into the softening blanket of snow below him and his expression goes blank, still facing out to sea. He takes in a deep breath from his nostrils, a slight tingle forming in his throat, the more susceptible membranes of his body begin transmitting an itch to his senses.

"I have know thee, and well has it been. Your origins known, your purpose lost; but that has changed. The deliverance of death shall become the cleansing agent of Man. Where others have failed, the loyal men of Godfrey will achieve."

*Mirtok draws in one last breath from the frigid air, the tingle and itch progressing into pain that wishes to spread through his whole body but lacking the force necessary to do so . . . or the numbers. He brushes off his helmet, slides it into place and takes his leave North; The presence of the Goddess radiating from the heavens above, her light giving the tortured souls will and the means to carry on.

[Mirtok 2853]

*Mirtok slowly walks out onto the ice, his feet slipping slightly with each step but his balance remaining true. He comes to the very edge where ice meets water, where the winds are chilling and the water is deepest. He looks out to sea at the grand spectacle, taking in its greatness once more. Mirtok his himself a silent nod at all the hard work and the sacrifice.

[~TheDerpyBeagle~ 63]

((What if you turn into Sauron and then a last alliance of Asulon is formed... And what is your view on Halflings and Elves?))

[Mirtok 2853]

((What if you turn into Sauron and then a last alliance of Asulon is formed... And what is your view on Halflings and Elves?))

((That was something that I was hoping for and to answer your question, I am friendly with the elves as a race but I despise Halflings.))

[~TheDerpyBeagle~ 63]

((That was something that I was hoping for and to answer your question, I am friendly with the elves as a race but I despise Halflings.))

Size matters not.

~Yoda

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[Mr_Boomer337 56]

(( Lovin' it Mirtok! I get many lulz when I see how Asulon is going to end.... *claps* Pure Greatness))

[ski_king3 0]

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