The March On The Corrupted

[Azkott 21]

Jon Wulfe stands from the long war council with the hellshearts, filing out with his usual mug of coffee at hand. He takes the news of the battle as he does most things; Shoves them deep in his mind, until they have needs to be resurfaced. He takes a long look at his friends in turn as he walks out, wondering if after the gruesome offense he'll ever see them again. His hand twitches, as if urging him to take a hold of his sword. The tall, fair-haired Adunian went outside, gazing at the sunset.

 

As he gazed into it's last rays, he focused, almost as if shutting of his emotional clock, steeling himself for battle. The usual humor and joy in his eyes was gone, replaced with grim confidence and exceptance. There would be no mercy.

[Knox213 10]

*Strannik Heinrik Van Roy sits inside his office within the lands of Augustine, a messenger runs into the room*

"They're marching on Greywynn!"

*Heinrik Van Roy sits in his chair, rubbing his chin whilst thinking for a moment*

"'Sen a bird 'te all 'ar allies 'an rally 'te sworn swords."

*Heinrik Van Roy then goes off to view siege plans and defenses for the region of Augustine.*

[Heff 2460]

Jack hears of the news and begins sharpening his golden sword.

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek hears of this march, and wants to say somehing inspirational. Instead, he farts and hopes that it will do just as much good.

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk, mounted atop his obese warpig, observes the Trog. Orcs fully clad in armor, climb atop their mounts and heave their supplies out of the Trog. Goblins tinker with various explosives and impalement devices. Gronkk brings his cubs along, sprawled over his shoulders. As they venture out of the Trog and past Nation's Crossing, Gronkk nods to his Dwarven comrades joining the march.

 

War is coming, and those of the strongest resolve shall prevail.

 

((GET HYPED FOR THE BATTLE TOMORROW!))

[5678 260]

From within the corrupted fortress, Burzumkil watches. He gathers on the wall with his fellow Kambasors, awaiting the onslaught. It would be a massacre, and he would feast. Nothing had been able to break their defenses, and traps awaited those who tried. He grinned from under his visor, proceeding to eat a baby.