Watyll 1104 Share Posted July 17, 2013 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22ut_pzoWgY Far to the North, over ranges, and rivers, over mountains, and valleys, crouches a single, solitary fortress. It was once called Greywyn in the tongue of men, home of the valiant, stalwart, and watchful Teutonic Order. The days are looked upon proudly in the days when the Knights fought their neighbors to the South in a better war. When the rivers ran thick with blood. Aye, those were the days. Eventually however, the proud order was disbanded by the one they called savior. Their own emperor, their allfather, had betrayed them for his favored sons the Flays. However, some knights remained. Loyal to their cause and their history, they protected the North from unseen threats. For they knew that not only the savage, tribal boarmen lurked beyond the ice wall, but unspeakable evil. And then, when the world needed power the most, the Emperor, and all his men boarded boats, and set off from the shores of Anthos, the third continent. Their savior abandoning for a second time, the valiant Teutons were unsure of what to do. In a fit of what may have been grief, or rage, the Hochmeister, Jonathan Black, demolished the proud Castle Greywyn, and the Knights fled. And there the ruined fortress sat. Unguarded from the North. Unwatched from the South. It was then that evil crept in on silent claws, and darkened wings. Pools of corruption formed in the ground, taint filled the air. The water boiled and transformed to lava. The armies of the Glurtzfolok, and their cruel masters had invaded the now empty castle. But no more would it be known as its true name, Castle Greywyn, but a twisted, corrupted name in a foul, blackened language spoken by those who bring the night. Urkvorkuhz Ghûl. Soon tainted tendrils of corruption waved in the air, writhing as if in some eternal agony, and the sound of hammers ringing on forges rang throughout. The army was readying itself, but for what? The outside world could only guess... Then, the hammers ceased. A great silence swept through the castle, the South waited, listening. Then, a sudden cry, a clamor, a great roar swept through the land, Rog-votaks, hulking and brutal, whipping their underlings with cruel, lithe cords, bellowing orders. Zongots scurried amongst the feet of the Kambasor, repairing armor here and there. Kalus readied their twisted bows, checking for any oddities or malfunctions. The North gate was opened, and a small garrison left behind at Urkvorkuhz Ghûl. The large part of the army marched Northwards, turning West immediately after. Where were they going? The South could only wait, and watch with bated breath. The Hammer Will Fall. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evilbanana5757 154 Share Posted July 17, 2013 ((So it begins...)) The Bird Druid turns. He feels a disturbance in the force. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadeleaf 1022 Share Posted July 17, 2013 ((Damn it...))Arzota starts to walk towards the fort... stopping immediately after and turning away... scolding himself for not burning that bridge while he had the chance. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
~≈Panda≈~ 290 Share Posted July 17, 2013 (( Eh. At least the pictures were pretty. )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zarsies 6795 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Mortùm'Vhërzîx, akin to the Hiishtgul, hovers over the hoards as they pass through the frozen wastes. Outstretched, the specter holds its arm, clinging to a blackened scythe, bright gushing waves of an azure light pulsing from its blade. A massive flow of whirling flame plows outward before it, an inferno infront of the unholy warriors, melting all in their path; the wraith-like entity paves their way, trailblazing on through the glaciers and frozen stone... They march. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hanrahan 2983 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Hanrahan sits on the wall of Ildicia, watching. "...The Department takes note." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Watyll 1104 Author Share Posted July 17, 2013 (( Eh. At least the pictures were pretty. )) ((If you don't have anything nice to say keep it to yourself ^^ )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Hedge Knight 173 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Gavin stands on the hill, a small fort being constructed. He rests on his cane a small breath released as he watches the beastly tendrils. The Marshall then turns to his brothers in arms and nods. The small garrison makes a march back to Ildicia. The Marshall stands a few seconds then chuckles quietly at the realization of what is happening. He mumbles..."...Well...Damn..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
yopplwasupxxx 5946 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Derick looks to Gavin, then to the fort, shrugging "BRING IT ON UNDEAD!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteelTemplar 122 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Walks along side Gavin sighing "Shiet... time tae' brace fer t'e worst..." He continues to the castle hall, warning the rest of the adunians. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gibb 12 Share Posted July 17, 2013 ((I was bored so here )) 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jistuma 1996 Share Posted July 18, 2013 ((I was bored so here ))((That's pretty nice, antagonists should hire you before they make a post so as to add it to the post))*Rosso has yet to hear anything about the movements up north.* 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gibb 12 Share Posted July 18, 2013 ((That's pretty nice, antagonists should hire you before they make a post so as to add it to the post)) *Rosso has yet to hear anything about the movements up north.* ((thatd be awesome, I just have to get a new mic.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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