The Dark Fortress Stirs

[Watyll 1104]

 

A corrupted fortress, uncompromising and cold, squats before the North Wall. Its name is Urkvorkuhz Ghûl, though once called Greywyn in the tongue of men. 

 

 

Meanwhile, in the land of the Firstborn, the Elves, stands a corrupted grove, beneath a once mighty tree. It's rotted leaves sag, desolate and withering fruit writhing with maggots. 

 

 

These two territories have something in common, you see. Look beyond the taint and corruption and stare into the abyss that is the hordes of the Glurtzfolok. They have inhabited these once proud and beautiful places, and made them their own. They struck with impunity, led by their hooded leaders- The Dark Lieutenants. 

 

 

Heralded by shrieks that brang terror, the Glurtzfolok rampaged across the North. But now, it seems, a reckoning has come. For all across the Third Continent, armies march. From the Southwest, the Empire of Urguan with their stout and hardy Dwarven Legionnaires!

 

 

From the Southwest, the Orcs, sounding the horns and calling Anthos to arms!

 

 

And from the East, the shattered human Kingdoms rally for a stand, proud knights in polished armor stand ready, marching West!

 

 

And finally, the Firstborn, the Mali, march from the West, their armies shining bright with the light of a setting sun!

 

 

Indeed, it seems as if the age of evil is coming to a crashing end, as the armies prepare to assemble for an assault on Urkvorkuhz Ghûl. But the Dark Lieutenants have not given up... 

 

 

From the corrupted fortress, scouts are sent out. Light, fast, they scour the land and report back to their masters. Deep within the heart of the dark castle, the Dark Lieutenants send out orders to their minions. 

 

"Ready the trebuchets."

 

 

"Boil the oil."

 

 

"Prepare the horde."

 

 

Soldiers of corruption pour onto the battlements, shrieking defiance at the orcish camp, brandishing cruel weapons and baring rotted maws. 

 

They are ready.

 

Prepare for battle, Anthos.

 

 

((And here is an excellent voice-over created by Lach'li Douglas ^_^ 

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[Luchian 214]

Hodor sips his tea down in the orchish camp, it was good tea he thinks to himself and Gronkk was a lovely host. Suddenly he hears the shrieks comming from the wall, he shoks and spills his tea all over his kilt. In fury he roars defiantly back at them "HOOOODOOOOR!" Hodor was ready for battle, but was his enemies? he thought to himself as he turned back to Gronkk, which was already pouring another cup of tea!

[5678 260]

Burzumkil stands on the walls, watching the bridge. He couldn't wait to see it filled with the bodies of hopeless enemies who would try to breach the gate. The bloodbath would be great, and the Glorious Master would prevail over his puny foes.

 

[seannie 7443]

Ed yawns, falling asleep in the empty war camp

[Alu 16]

 

 

*Spencer straps on armor and briefs his Company. Soon battle will be joined and whether win or lose, his Hellshearts are not letting the monsters off with just a few dead abominations.