The March On The Corrupted

[Mucky 443]

Bael kicks the dying goblin off a ledge into the lava filled chasm below. He then begins to decide if he will bother the rather pointless mission.

 

Olaf dives along the floor, pulling the goblin up.

 

"Tuu easeh!" He grins.

 

Olaf removes his gauntlet, beginning to beat the Goblin to death slowly.

However one punch from Olaf and the goblin dies.

[Polgrath 215]

A pale crow delivers a simple letter to the orcish horde.

 

"We march." 
-Polgrath

[Hanrahan 2983]

Arnorian Elendil sits upon the hill facing Greywyn.

 

"Let the Bane of Life come forth.."

[SirSnowMan 318]

*The King of Galahar, Marcellus Flay, talks to his military leaders about The North and begins war preparations.*

 

​((Really hoping that GMs won't just be in mob-disguise as dragons and just hit us with fireballs, and that's how we lose.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Grey Company assembles for war

[Mucky 443]

After OIaf had finished skinning the Goblin, he walks into his own private room of the Irehearts and grabs his gear.

Slowly strapping on his fashioned armor; and gabbing his large spiked shield.

He finally stands tall; for a dwarf.

 

"Ah foigh' is ah foigh' ahn Olahv cannae dunnae ah foigh'

Ter doie aht war is waht 'onors meh teh most.

Olahv wihll gu, evehn if nae otheh pusseh wihll!

'Iz teh thrill of teh foigh' tha' keeps meh walkin'!

Ah Dungrimm 'as blessed meh wid mah strength!

Olahv is blessed by teh Dwarven Gods wid teh valor ahn 'onor of battle.

Dey watch oveh meh as ah wrek mah enemiez!

Olahv will beh der!"

 

He writes what he had just said aloud on a scroll.

The scroll then being re-written by a weak Dwarf servant of Olaf, because Olaf can not read nor write.

The scroll is sent to Pok.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

A pale crow delivers a simple letter to the orcish horde.

 

"We march." 

-Polgrath

The regent Art immediately turns around upon the ultimatum of the guild leader, he draws his sword, raising it high in the air as he faces the crowd of Delvers before him.

"Arm up, armour up, we're going to war, boys."

The chant of the guild is heard throughout Ac'talareh. Tanya Mah'ron.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

King William III, King of Oren, heir to the Dynasty of the Dragon, Lord of Al Khazar, Divine of the True Church, Archduke of Meric and Renatus, slayer of dragons, protector of humanity, servant of the true creator and the Silver Knight of Oren prepares his march to war. In his warcamp he spots an arbalest who has served in the Kingdom for many years, he gives him a pat on the shoulders before walking off to his own tent to speak to his commanders

 

 

He calls his commanders of the various military forces that have now formed the Royal Army to his tent to prepare for the march, as they pour into his tent he speaks 

 

"Gentlemen I received correspondence from the Orcs, they are marching upon Castle Greywyn, we will be joining them with the entire force of the Royal Army of the Kingdom of Oren. We march immediately."

 

Hours later the Royal Army of Oren begins to move out of the warcamp heading north, behind them a caravan of supplies to rebuild the warcamp in a location in the North so they can properly defend themselves in the case of a surprise attack

 

[Silent™ 552]

After receiving word of the march on Castle Greywyn, Sylen prepares his equipment. He fastens on his lightweight armor, the metal not so heavy in weight, but placed on vital areas, and kept strong. He wears this with toughened leather, giving him little restriction on his movement. He pulls his gloves on tight, and straps his two swords onto his back, one for each hand. The training he had been doing over the past few months had raised his skill and speed with them greatly. He put a dagger on each side of his waist, then grabbed his bow and quiver, heading out to the war-camp, sights set on Castle Greywyn and that which lurks within...

[Aura 4]

*Amras starts on his way to the iron mines to gather the resources to make weapons and armor for the Delvers as Art had instructed him to do, he will then go to Laenniel to get food, and then will construct arrows for the Pathfinders, he has a lot of tasks in front of him...*

[Googlesearch 141]

((We should put it forward 1 day. I have work and then a party :( I will just get drunk and cry about missing the battle I guess))

[VonAulus 2082]

Trots along slowly on his trusty war boar Drool, his saliva flowing like an untamed river over a water fall. 

[Dr. Eggnog 74]

((I have a feeling its going to be like this. With just as much awesome.     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toduTcGZH8s  ))

 

 

 

Gwindor Twiele, Mageshield of the arcane delvers grins, a murderous look as he hears that the free races of Anthos are all preparing to march on the "Monsters of the north" Blood will flow. And it will flow freely.

[FORƎST 1312]

Davey rests on his ship, scanning over a tattered orcish letter.

"Leave it to da Orcs..." he mumbles, scanning over a variable mountain of resources calculatedly.

He turns to one of his abused crew, who visibly flinches back at Captain's glare.

"Make ready the machines ov' war, an' bust out tha' good harpoons. We gonna poach dat monolith ov' a kraken at Mirtok's."

"S-shall we inform the Rex?" the crewman stutters.

"Aye. Ask 'im 'ow well done 'is men like dere tenticals.

[Alu 16]

*Hears of the war preparations and starts to gather The Hellsheart Company for their first war meeting. When all are seated, the long process begins with assignments being given out. As the meeting draws to a close Spencer stands and adressess his friends.*
"Aveew'ruth buravehe burotnkop aveeenb'ruth burrounda'e aveonglkop. Aveoweverhruth, aveew'ruth buraveh'kop avelreadya'ruth burrovenp'e bururokop aveurselvesokop avegainstkop buronstersm'kop ."

He look each of those gathered in the eye as his gaze wanders.

"Aveowne bursikop avehet'ruthrimetkop burewkop bureste aveurselveso avegainsta'ruth burealr'e burvile'kop."

With these words he sends off everyone to prepare.