Zarsies 6795 Share Posted July 14, 2013 For mere moments the abominations of The North brawl, the twisted and charred beasts slashing their weaponized limbs and bashing their clubs of flesh, arrows and bolts of bone and rusted metal shot to and fro across the sky. In the peaceful land of Lenfarthing do the forces of the Glurtzfolok raiding hoard and allied troops of Dwarf, Elf, and Orc alike fight. Blood is spilled, bone is crushed, and after an inferno of roaring flame do these forces settle - burnt out. Across the hillside darkened stains remain, the locations of death for the damned kin of Setherien lay. Homes within the area's vicinity sit charred and ashen, flames flickering up through the trees as they crackle among the their thoroughly used fuel. The fires feast on the mortal corpses left behind, their flesh and hair burned away in puss-filled blisters and rot. The allied forces stumble away from the scene, bodies scattered along the ground... The Fire grows. [[Credits to JohnnyDeluxe of DeviantArt for the picture. :3 ]] 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy771 900 Share Posted July 14, 2013 *Glug hangs his head, he is greatly upset that the creatures didn't take his kind offer of potatoes. He was sad that he had to attack them but still, they hurt him. As he thinks about the encounter he begins to cry* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josh3738 3137 Share Posted July 14, 2013 *Zahrer's men march back triumphantly. As he recalls, there were no casualties aside from the undead. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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