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11 minutes ago, MCPancakes said:
Gror Ireheart packs his things after hearing news of Belgor's return.
10 minutes ago, Aeldrin said:Thorrak Ireheart adjusts his old Legion Commander armor, scratching his chin in thought.
Belgor Ireheart would wrap his arms around his forefathers a reunion of the century and a smile across his face.
"Dis will beh guud o'im sure."
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Belgor Ireheart assists two Grandaxes in felling horrors
from the South who had wandered north..
“In an age when war among kin is so common, I relish in the thought of people such as yer own existing tuh uphold the true path of the Brathmordakin. Truly yer people are a friend of Dungrimm’s Folk…” (2nd of Sun’s Smile, 1680)
Axios
Long ago in a land known as Axios, Belgor Ireheart once stood proudly among his kinsmen as their Marshal. Rallying the hordes of proud Urguanite legionnaires to the banner of orange and black, his green cloak dragging against the coarse stones that dotted the Kingdom of Urguan.
“Prepare yourselves men! THEY COME!”
Belgor would draw the bronze Shield of Ireheart and hold it upward as his men followed suit, raising tall and proud The Wall of Urguan. There they stood facing down a horde of insects and beasts of nightmare that came from the deep roads to siege their beloved cavern city...
Hard fought was the battle to follow… but victorious the Sons of Urguan would emerge, their legion unfaltering and defiant against the sheer overwhelming numbers that came across the bridge into their home, the Broodmother N’hara being brutally wounded and escaping back to her lair in the Darkways..
Belgor Ireheart beamed with pride in his kin, their fight was one well fought and rest was deserved to his men.. Upon his hand dangled the shield of his forefathers.. In his right-hand a warhammer acquired from the Legion Barracks..
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Belgor Ireheart stood on the shores of Atlas, hefting onto his shoulders an old oak shield and a warhammer taken from the Legion Barracks in Axios.. All he had on his mortal possession he could carry on his back. The warm crisp air of Sun’s Smile entered his hairy nostrils as he strode along the path towards the Kal’Bogrin, there he would meet a life-long friend.
After a battle ensued shortly after his arrival, he would find the descendants of the Grandaxe clan all in good spirits and faith as they stood brother and brother, arm and arm, against the evils that seemed to plague these lands. He had heard of another group of dwed who held hatred in their hearts for their fellow dwarf… Inspired by his fellow kin’s example, Belgor took it upon himself to remake this image of comradery and faith in one’s own people. From his bag he pulled forth an old furreled banner.
Word would spread quickly across Atlas of like-minded dwed to rally to the banner of Belgor Ireheart, former marshal of the fallen Kingdom of Urguan.
The Legion of Urguan stood once more.
(This page will be updated with RP & Application/Information as Role-Play is performed.)
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Belgor Ireheart closes the cockpit of his Urguanite F-15 nicknamed, "The Bald."
"Dis will beh ah guud foite, o'im sure!"
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Malgunuz'Raguk smiles at his fellow clan members making the big moves.
"Hozh."
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Smile the Gnome steps over the body in the streets,
"Gross there's some canonism on my boot!" he would remark as he walked out of the gates, a feather in his green pointed hat.
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Tibur Grandaxe would head to Bogrin
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On 8/24/2018 at 10:58 AM, Boruto said:
Soul of Thul'tharak
This is the last remaining essence of the Creature of Nightmare who broke free from the Wall so long ago. Born amid the void itself, Thul'tharak was a terrible force, cunning in his indiscretion of who he assaulted among the descendant roster. Within the swirling soul-gem that you hold in your hand, you can often hear whispers that you would be wise to ignore. The power of frost and void moves about the artifact, its energy unmistakable and fierce.
[Interactable]
On 8/24/2018 at 1:42 PM, jdesarno said:Heart of the Frost Wyrm
The burning frostfire that beats within your hand signals a grim reminder to the plague that stalked the skies of Atlas for nearly a full year.. Dark were the days of malevolence that ran rampant. Loosed from the hellscape of Xionfall, this Wyrm could summon champions at will with it's powerful roar.. the dead seemed to spring to life at it's bequest. The creatures heart all that remains, amid a few bones and such. To anyone knowledgeable of the arcane, a deep connection of void and frost can be felt in the core of this heart.
[Interactable]
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He's got everything we're looking for in an applicant, but obviously I'm going to be a little biased because this has been one of my friends for about two years now. All and all, his Role-Playing ability is on par with any veteran, he knows how to handle multiple emotes thrown at once, and how to create an enjoyable experience not just for himself but for all the players involved. His assistance with the last few events, Xionfall, Arbor and Belvitz/Holm, all have been invaluable. This is someone we need on our team. +1 from me.
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1 hour ago, PosidonX7 said:
Razhaghul, Blade of Malevolence
The Soulblade of Thul'tharak, this was recovered from the corpse of the Frost Wyrm after it was slain by the descendants in the Battle for Belvitz. Within the heart of the pommel, a sealed soul swirls about the Greater Mana Crystal embedded within. This is an interactable and levelable item.
Level 1
How to Level this Legendary Item:
Razhaghul has a soul trapped within the center of its pommel. In order to keep this soul alive it requires mana to sustain it in the void gem. You must slay three creatures, humanoid or not, that have mana capability, and take screenshots of all three slain creatures/humanoids/etc. (RP Only, no PvP/PvE) Respond with screenshots to this reply thread to Level-Up Razhaghul.
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12 minutes ago, EternalSaturn said:
Name of Item: Frostfall, Voidbow of Malevolence
Rarity: Legendary
Interactable: (Y/N) Yes.
Obtained from event: Yes.
Frostfall, Voidbow of Malevolence
Level 1
Forged in the Void itself, this bow lets loose black arrows that stream a bright mana trail behind the fletching. This bow was obtained from the corpse of the Frost Wyrm Tharrax, and has one open Gem Slot.
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How to level this Legendary Item:
You must obtain a Mana Crystal (Greater or Lesser), and attach it to your Gem Slot using an Arcanist to bind it. Reply to this thread with a Screenshot of the Role-Play, the Crystal Used, and the Arcanist name.
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(Common, Rare, and Legendary Rarities)
Malevolence: Event-Item Thread
As the Malevolence Event-line draws to a close, those who participated are asked to log their items obtained from the events so that proper interaction can be made when interaction is needed for your item(s). These items will have relevance and use in future event-lines ran by me, and gives me a good idea of who has what and what does what. Thank you all for your participation in this Event-Line, there will be a follow-up event for Arbor, Haense, Fenn and Halsworthy to conclude this particular story. Once again, thank you for your participation in my first actual event-line!
Name of Item:
Rarity:
Interactable: (Y/N)
Obtained from event:
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He is a knowledgable man, as well as willing to lend his time to help the other staff teams. A+ in my book, I don't see why he hasn't already been accepted, man's alright! Put him in!
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Malevolence: Into the Firelands II
A Magma Giant with two beastial Hellhounds, both native to the Firelands
The Winter Frontier has recovered much in the saint days passing their last exodus into the realm of hell itself. As carts and news spread to the local capitals of the South.. Some even spreading further North this time.. The Winter Frontier intended to make another expedition down into the Firelands.
As the Vanguard from Halsworthy arrived at the Frontier Outpost a portal was opened to the major capitals of the South as their defenders were sent forward to the front-lines.. The Firelands.
The Burning Pass, entrance to the Firelands.
Mau’drozom stalked her prey as they entered the Flaming Pass.. sending forth one of her Hellhounds to assail their ascent through the molten rock passage.
The Hellhound arrived just shy of the sharp jeer to the left of the narrow passage. As it awaited its prey to pounce upon, the Winter Frontier made their way through the perilous molten rock-cliff, the only entrance to the accursed Firelands.
The Hellhound lept upon the group with utmost haste, it’s boiling bark sending heat waves toward the group, bringing minor scorches to those not steady with their shields, the embers smashing against the shield-wall that would form post-leap. The Winter Frontier sturdied themselves as they saw the towering ten-meter tall hellhound charge toward their wall.
When the dog came barreling toward them, a smashing swipe into the entirety of the Winter Frontier.. Not a single shield fell. The Wall led by Matthew on this particular incursion through the hellscape, would push forward upon the dog, revealing the archers masterfully tucked between the holes of the wall, releasing a hellstorm of arrows upon the Dog.
The arrow-fire was brutal upon the dog, leaving it wounded as it retreated back down the molten rock-cliffedge.. Down further into the Burning Pass. The group would follow it with more arrows.. Until the Dog reared it’s head backward.. An arrow jabbing it in the side as it let loose a most foul noise.. The howl would echo throughout the entire Firelands.
Hellhound summoned at the bequest of the Howl
A mass of smaller hellpups rushed the group, their size on par with most of the descendants there. Clearly belonging to the litter of this foul beast before them.. The ugly mother-dog reared her head, launching flaming bolts of bile toward the group, magma chunks flaring in the nasty regurgitation. It would slap into the shield-wall, but still they would not falter as their Archers pelted the Dog and it’s litter.. The mass of the smaller hounds now pounding against the dog, the Rear-guard took up their pikes and slammed them into the foul creatures that assailed them, along with the swords of those hefting the mighty Shields of the Frontier.
The dog’s horde would finally all be slain as it charged the group one final time.. A fatal move for the beast as it would once more meet the arrow fire, spears and swords as they charged forward toward the beast.. Eventually overcoming the creature of the Firelands, their path now cleared of such a daunting enemy.
The group pushed forward unto the hillside they had last seen Mau’drozom. Along the way two had fallen into strange hole of which they found an active teleportation mechanism that ran off a strange crystal-fuel. The machination was used to teleport them out of the hole and from there, they continued their quest into the Heart of the Firelands to confront Mau’drozom, Creature of Nightmare.
(After the battle such a machination was taken by the Halsworthy Guard, and repurposed in the Square of their settlement by their First Arcanist and Lead Engineer.)
Having fought through all the remaining fire elementals still bound to her control after Drazdromos’ and Vaulgarr’s fall, the majority of the Army of the Firelands scattered and warring among eachother, only a handful remained for her protection as she tried and tried to get Drazdromos to respond, dumping his body into the ancient geyser, to no avail. It was as if he had lost his Soul. Below her, she heard her elementals alarm and began to assault the coming Winter Frontier, returned after beating Thul’tharak’s assault upon Haense.
The battle to come was deadly, however it was as if Mau’drozom had lost much of her reason to fight. Her loved one was past resurrection, these cursed creatures called the descendants having taken him away from her. Using all the powers given to her by her deceased lover, the Creature of Nightmare eventually fell to the combined Winter Frontier, her soul being torn from her body into a Gem, just as Drazdromos had happened in the first Assault on Halsworthy. Two Soul Gems now were held by descendants of the Winter Frontier.
The victorious Winter Frontier marched out of the Firelands, some staying behind to transport the teleportation mechanism to their home-base in Halsworthy. The Winter Frontier had prevailed with their second incursion into the Firelands, felling the Creature of Nightmare and now preparing for the last step.. To take down Thul’tharak in Xionfal.
Malevolence: Xionfall
The Winter Frontier had all gathered at Xionfall. Having heard from their headquarters in Halsworthy of the teleportation portal being able to put them very close within range for a siege, the combined leadership decided to try the gamble. Avoid the Dark Blockade that stood between them and the Fortress, and the miles of dead that were laid in awaitance of this fabled battle to come. With this masterful maneuver, the vanguard led by the Grand Prince of the Snow-Elves and the Highlord of Halsworthy, stepped through the portal along with many labourers to erect a base at the exit site.
As they exited the launch site, the Winter Frontier immediately began entrenching and fortifying the ruined structure they had teleported within, just shy of a hundred meters from the actual fortress of Xionfall. The site was quite shabby but continued work.. Until the hallowed Gates of Xionfall opened, Thul’tharak staring along with half-a-dozen large figures at his back from the entrance, down toward the descendants tiresome at work.
“Ser Timothy.. Break their advance. I will not be outmaneuvered by such filth. Quell them from my lands.” The Void Knight walked forward, down the hill toward the makeshift fort being hastily assembled.. His orders clear.
Ser Timothy harvesting another soul of a descendant into his Runeblade, The Silent Killer.
The first warrior of Xionfall’s garrison would prove to be a fatal rampage only to be loosened upon the weakest of the descendants rallied under the Winter Frontier’s banner. Those that would find themselves outside the makeshift fortress that was taking hold as the engineers of all the gathered factions began to scramble laying down defenses that could be viable to stopping such a powerful foe. One by one, those that found themselves struck by a flaming bolt shot from the Cannons atop Xionfall left behind by a group long vanished would fall to the snowdrift.. Only to be set upon by Ser Timothy himself, those that came before him were sheep to the slaughter, being cut to shreds and their souls harvested into his foul blade that glowed a tainted red, visible from even the highest roofing of the now dubbed, “Fort Desperation.”
It would not be long before Ser Timothy would find himself wounded with a sword-fight that went on longer than expected with a certain human, blowing the ram-horn on his belt to signal to Xionfall. Another figure road down from atop the cursed fortress, joining him in the snowbanks just outside the descendant fort.
“You called earlier than our Master expected. Something the matter, brother?” Asmund would state, resting his hand atop Ser Timothy’s shoulder as he heaved, taking a knee.
“I begin to weaken brother.. The toll this blade has taken, his unsaitable lust. I must.. Continue the fight. It demands it! Join me now brother!” Ser Timothy stood, a fire alit in his damned heart as he lept over the rafters of the shabby fortress, attacking the defenders below along with his compatriot.
Asmund Grimlee during his final stand, clutching the Sword of Luke Dunamis in his tainted hands.
Asmund’s assault alongside Timothy would find itself drawing to a close, Ser Timothy himself faltering to the Grand-Prince of the Snow-Elves, losing his runeblade The Silent Killer to a particular descendant. With the loss of his brother, Asmund became enraged, wielding the power within his sword without hesitation against all those that stood against it. With dozens of lives taken, he would find himself just simply overwhelmed as the Grand Prince would now take his focus to him.. Wielding the blade he had acquired from his brother, Asmund’s fate would be taken, as well as his soul into the blade.. His own runeblade once belonging to Luke Dunamis fell to the floor of Fort Desperation, the Grand-Prince picking up both blades.. And giving up the one earlier acquired to another Champion.
A Rider of Xionfall descends upon Fort Desperation
The strange creatures would lurch to life, one sitting itself next to Therais as they all gathered at the entrance to Xionfall. The two favored of Thul’tharak falling to the prevailing Frontier at the base of their lands. At the Master’s command, the strange creatures would sally forth one along with Therais, vessel of the damned and Ser Velthar, the last knight remaining of the cursed fortress, toward the group. As they made their way outside the keep, they had spotted steeds being teleported from Halsworthy to the battlefield. During the battle of the two Void Knights inside, some horses lost their way and were running about the hillside around the fort.
Having acquired a steed along with the other two, they reanimated the horses to be creatures, foul walking nightmarish warhorses, propelling them toward Fort Desperation, three deadly creatures atop cursed steeds of nightmare.
As the battle raged on, all three of the remaining champions fell to the opposing Riders of the Frontier, and the defenders who travelled on foot. Despite slaying many, they fell to ruin at the blades of those who now marched up toward Xionfall.. The Snow-Elves the first to lead the Vanguard assault upon the cursed fortress.
Guardian of Thul’tharak standing between the Fennic Ambushers and Thul’tharak himself.
As Fenn launched themselves forward from Fort Desperation, they became the Vanguard of the Winter Frontier in a frontal assault after the wake of the onslaught that was the Three Horsemen of Xionfall and all those that came before against his weathered troop, ultimately it would be at the hands of the Grand Prince of the Snow-Elves that the familiar of the Creature of Nightmare would find its end, becoming nothing more than a Greater Mana Crystal, lying in the snowdrifts as the battle continued on…
Thul’Tharak at the Battle of Xionfall
With his army, champions and garrison all but depleted, Thul’tharak made a final move against the Fennic & Halsworthian forces. From behind he could see the Haensemen moving forward to reinforce the final assault upon the hallowed magical fortress, a last bastion for those North of the Wall belonging to Malevolence. First Draz, now Mau. This ended here, Thul’tharak concluded himself as he fought with his last breath against the Winter Frontier, who combined and ultimately brought an untimely end to the Creature of Nightmare, who was pushed to the Main Sanctum of the fortress.
As Thul’tharak laid his dying corpse atop the Dragonscale floating in the center of Xionfall, his remaining aura would leave his body and flow into the Scale, from that which would be propulsed up through the roof of the Spire.. Into the massive stone structure. The ancient runes would alight with massive amounts of mana, a skeletal creature of immense size grabbing forth both the Western and Eastern Pylons of Xionfall with it’s massive undead talons. The shadow of the wings would strech outward, the mass amount of mana remaining in the magical fortress being pumped directly into the chest of the creature as it roared to life, its hallowed wings giving it flight as it made its way North, away from Xionfall and those who could only stand and watch.
As the Fortress of Xionfall now fell into descendant control, the Winter Frontier cleaned up the battle site, and reinforced their outpost upon the base of the region, Fort Desperation forever a reminder of those lost in the deadly Battle for Xionfall. Toward the North the creature flew, out of sight and up into the clouds. Many panicked, some returning home immediately to ensure their loved ones had not fallen in jeopardy.
Saint days have passed since then, and no-one has heard or seen such a creature since. Some have become convinced it never happened. Perhaps some have even convinced others. The truth is out there, something flies above you. Somewhere...
(Event-line continues 8 pm est, 8/20/2018)
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Will lend ET aide if necessary during the conduct of lessons.))
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Malevolence: Into the Firelands I
The Winter Frontier is faced with the natives of the Firelands
Vile was the only word that could be uttered for the situation that befell the Winter Frontier in the Firelands. Nothing could have prepared them for the power that walked freely in the Firelands of Atlas, the denizens themselves coming to life at the arrival of the gathered soldiers. With the tracker leading them forward, the first Magma Giant stood forth from across the Volcanic River that trailed down to their southern position.. The group split across an ancient bridgeway that joined the two surfaces across the lake of fire. As the first Magma Giant approached, a massive roar was bellowed from it’s fiery chest, a molten boulder crashing forward toward the group.
The boulder struck with such power and ferociousness that it shook the very core of the group.. Some began to straggle, some laid completely limp underneath the massive boiling rock. The Magma Giant once more roared as it hurled another firebolt toward the group’s upper vanguard, their positioning however getting the best of the situation as they emerged unscathed comparable to the first strike.
The best of the Vanguard’s Archery, and the Rearguard Archers joined together for a hailstorm of arrowfire at the encroaching Magma Giant. As it began to make its way across the ancient bridge, the arrow fire would not falter. The archers did not move an inch even in the face of the beast.. Its volcanic breath practically breathing on a rather close Human Ranger, Matthew as he loosed his final arrow in his quiver, watching it soar.
An arrow struck deep into the eye-socket of the Magma Giant, immediately rearing.. The beast roared once more as it became severely wounded. The arrows would continue to pelt his tectonic chest, however doing little comparable to the eye-shot. The anger of the Magma Giant however would get the best of the situation.. As it finally made its way to the defender’s side of the volcanic river.. Once it stepped both feet firmly upon the boiling rock, it suddenly lept into the air.. Fire soaring behind it’s shadow as it lept upward into the sky.
The Giant crushed a few soldiers before its shadow as its figure slammed into the tectonic plates with a fiery blast. The defenders were quick to make their way across the dangling wood bridge that had been secured by their vanguard.. Their position moving away from the enraged Giant, on the opposite side of the lava-flow.
Once more the defender’s archers proved their valor as they rained a hellstorm of arrowfire into the creature, another particular hero finding the opposite eye of the Giant, who then was blinded completely. The defenders pushed the envelope, and felled the great Giant.. His corpse rolling down into the main pool of fire at the base of the Firelands.
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The group had defeated one Giant only to be faced with two more as they scaled the massive volcano. The situation was looking quite grim as they reached the surface.. The Giants had split their Vanguard and Rearguard once more, the latter having to face not only a Giant, but an active Void Portal at the very top of the boiling geyser.As the situation took quite a grim turn for the Rearguard, a Giant Encroaching nearly atop them, the very late arrival of Avalon Silversteed and his sparse bannerforce would indeed push the defenders into the favor of the descendant Gods once more, their situation prevailing as the Vanguard arrived shortly after Avalon’s reinforce, having dispatched their Giant themselves, and assisting the Rearguard with taking down the final Giant and the Void Portal that continued to be struck by a strange crystal in the center of the Geyser.
The Crystal would beam once more toward the Void Portal, another horde of horrors being set loose upon the gathered. During the fight however, a Carabarum-tipped arrow loosed by a certain woman had caused the crystal to malfunction, falling into the boiling fire after a final red beam struck the Portal…
(Mau’drozom)
From the Portal emerged Mau’drozom.. The Portal revealing it having linked the Firelands together at various points across the region, the Creature of Nightmare emerged, amused at the defense put up by the Winter Frontier.
“You struck at one of my pylons.. A noble effort, indeed. But just like the one who fell atop the roof, this is not enough. You are ill-equipped, ill-prepared, and your naiveness is ever-apparent in every single battle you’ve faced together. You took down the Lord of these lands.. And now I must repair that which you wrought with your ill-advised ‘bravery.’ So here you stand, atop an active volcano.”
The Creature of Nightmare chided those gathered.. Something was wrong.Hekkas Anvilaxe spoke up, “I challenge yeh tuh ah 1v1!”
The Creature scoffed at the Dwarf, levitating him across the boiling lake from where he stood to the floating platform of which the crystal once hummed above.
“Very well.”
The Creature was clearly booned, those knowledgeable to the Arcane could see that as the Dwarf stood tall, his battle-axe in his hand.
The two engaged in a heated battle, the clawing slashes of the creature cruel and damaging on the Dwarven plate.. However his own axe found its mark time and time again. As arrows soared over his back, the fire below them bellowed and roared, the arrows almost lighting ablaze as they slammed into the Creature of Nightmare, Hekkas Anvilaxe almost appeared to be winning!
Until a fatal claw hit him from the side.. His senses fading as he is delivered another blow that breaks his chestplate. He fell unconscious, and awoke severely wounded.. Laying on his back in the flaming tectonic plates.
The gathered defenders stood in horror as Hekkas was tossed aside. A maniacal cackle is heard as the creature floated relaxedly above the pool of fire.. Writhing its claws. “You descendants are interesting to say the least.. Your bravery is unlike anything I have seen from my own home. Most creatures who are lesser are quicker to submit.. And as startling as it is to say.. Your Frontier shows no sign of backing down.”
Almost as if he encouraged them.. The Creature of Nightmare was just as quick to break it all down with the next sentence he added;
“And what of my brother.. Did you not follow him? He should be well on his way now..”The groups expression suddenly turned sour as they were told of what was unfolding as they stood in a hellscape.
“He is sacking the City of Markev.. While you stand here dumbfound, my brother will turn your love ones to ash.. You are fools to come here.. while you cant even protect your own homes."
The laugh would return as those of the Haense regiment began to have panicked expressions on their face, immediately bolting down the Volcano in a unshaking sprint.. The rest of the Frontier would slowly follow their lead.. As they returned North.. Pass the Magma Cliffs they entered and conquered.. And back out the Burning Pass.. on the Main Road they ran.. Just behind a Horde they let slip past.Assault upon Markev
Thul’tharak, Creature of Nightmare, leads his brood in a direct assault on a defenseless Hanese
The assault to come was bloody to say the least. The Gate of Haense immediately breached by the attackers who came, wave after wave. The citizens themselves ran with panick into the safety of their homesteads.. Some being followed by the more belligerent of the horde, a few being murdered and strung apart inside the comforts of their own homes.. The leader of such a vile assault on humanity stood in his center-guard.. His Vanguard currently doing his dirty work as he marched forward with his most tactful defenders.. Watching as reinforcements arrived from across Atlas, behind him and infront.. To protect this Southern Kingdom? It dumbfounded Thul’tharak who now faced the death of most his Vanguard.. His arrival an omen to the residents and defenders of Haense.
The attack was bloody, but the attack was also quick. When it became apparent the sudden mass exodus of reinforcements from all the neighboring factions, and the return of the Winter Frontier from the Firelands, Thul’tharak began to understand the direness the situation had turned. As the horde of defenders began to zerg him, his followers defeated, he called in the Rearguard to cover his escape from the hallowed city.. The defenders becoming just too much to press forward on the Assault.
The bravery of the descendants once more proved potent to the Creatures of Nightmare, Thul’thark in a full-retreat back toward Xionfall and the Southern Dominion of Malevolence. As Thul’tharak fled, he passed through the Firelands once more, the flume of smoke and ash from the region becoming more noticable and apparent to those that would ever dare return.
The day was won, but the assault into the Firelands.. A failure at best. They had not slain the Creature of Nightmare they hunted, Mau’drozom, and worse, they were counter-assaulted in the process. A pyrrhic victory for the Winter Frontier as they all prepared for their ill-fated return.. Back to the Firelands.
Malevolence: Into the Firelands II
A Magma Giant with two bestial Hellhounds, both native to the Firelands
The Winter Frontier has recovered much in the saint days passing their last exodus into the realm of hell itself. As carts and news spread to the local capitals of the South.. Some even spreading further North this time.. The Winter Frontier intended to make another expedition down South.. into the Firelands.
A meeting of their leaders is called prior to the expedition:
8/13/2018
(Scheduled for 6:30 PM EST)
(Event scheduled for 7:30 PM EST)
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I never truthfully got to know you, even on my time as Staff, but all and all you stood for what you believed would make the community a better place. You pushed for inclusion and cautioned decision-making without complete knowledge. A steady hand is everything an administrator should be. I hope I can follow in your footsteps as strong as they were, your dedication to the community is without question, and I admire you for that. Thank you for your services as Administrator 501. o7
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Leaving Polaris to vassalize to Orcs..
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Malevolence: Into the Firelands
Mau’drozom floated high above the Clouds, breaking paths with Thul’tharak as she entered the base of Drazdromos’ Domain. With Vaulgarr and Drazdromos’ corpse on her back, she began to march into the hellish realm.. The creatures within paying her little mind as her strength was very apparent. A look of worry came across her as she descended deeper into the Blackfire Canyon, her directive having been made incredibly clear to her.
Across the lakes of Fire, massive elemental and flame-beasts could be seen attacking one another, the territorial lords once bound to the powerful Drazdromos now fractured and vying for power over the region.As her path took her around the daunting canyon, passing the hordes of masterless, frenzied elementals and flame-beasts.. she eventually came to the base of a very active lava faucet with a strange machination pressed into the soil around it.. The stone engravings springing to life, lighting up as she ran her corrupted hand across it.
“This shouldn’t take long.. Draz.. you’ll be back soon enough. I need you.”
The Creature of Nightmare has entered the Firelands, and travelled deep into its heart. It is optional to complete either Xionfall or Into the Firelands, whichever order is decided IRP is which event will be run tonight (8/9/2018) @
Time: 7:30 EST
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Malevolence: Xionfall
Thul’tharak travelled at a breakneck pace away from Halsworthy, the descendants too weakened to follow suit and too preoccupied with their Master’s avatar to properly track him. It was upon traversing the Bleakfall Hillside that he came upon something to aide him in the coming directive he was assigned.. A place to muster his troop and repair the damages faced in the previous battle.. The Temple of Xion.
All around the temple, before he began to take it in the name of Malevolence, Thul’tharak began to corrupt the wildlife surrounding the area.. From the path to Halsworthy, all the way to the Temple, the influence of the Void was very much prevalent to all that traversed. Thul’tharak finally turned his attention to the sealed gate of the Temple.
As he tore asunder the bars, the ancient temple quaked with life as his minions of the void sundered inside, corrupting all faucets of the domain, assembling crystal formations.. Preparing defenses for the incoming descendant response. As Thul’tharak walked inside to the main corridor, he found something startling within the centerpiece of the Temple.
“This.. changes everything.”
Thul’tharak’s laugh could have echoed across the South as he waited.. Preparing himself for the next step, and to eventually complete his directive.
The Creature of Nightmare has captured a settlement outside of Halsworthy’s frontier, closer to the Wall. It is optional to complete either Xionfall or Into the Firelands, whichever order is decided IRP is which event will be run tonight (8/15/2018)
Time: 8 PM EST
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Prelude
The hour was nigh.. The shadows that had encircled the humbled settlement of Halsworthy had finally come to bear against the defenses that stood before them. Seven creatures all of varying power and complexity stood at the bulwarks of the Gates, each of them tasked with a different objective for being there.. Each answering the Call of the Fallen One. One by one they arrived to the battlefield.. One by ground, one by flame, one by sky, one by summoning, one by sea, one by infestation, and one through the shadows.. All came down upon the shields of the city, beating the Gates asunder like drones.. The Manifestations of Malevolence came, and broke the holding asunder.
(Warlock)
Thul’tharak, A Warlock of Malevolence, had into his heart wedged a rather stark mana crystal, changing his aura completely as he was empowered with an unending magical reserve, his body morphing and twisting by the unchained power of the crystal beating in his chest, he launched his attack on the Western Gate.. the infestation from the Corpse Worm, along with the coming reinforcements from the Firelands, Thul’tharak began to tear the iron bars asunder.. His power unchecked and unquestioned for the most part…
(Warlock)
Mau’drozom sat atop her strange creature as it writhed its way toward the hallowed Second Southern Gate.. her objective clear and precise, the whispers making all too much sense within her blackened mind. The corrupted crystal that she had wedged in her heart pumped foul taint and energy through her veins, her power coursing and her dominion over the feral beasts and monstrosities becoming all to apparent as she began her assault with her brother, Thul’tharak attacking from the opposite side.. Her claws set between the bars as she began to pull..
(Heartlander)
Cassandra, her dark prism she had acquired from a felled Shade deep in the Bleakfall had now been deployed before the First Southern Gate of Halsworthy, the void energy within channeling into her persona, granting her inhumane strength as she began pulling the iron bars asunder, the Cult of Horror at her backing, her warlocks and witches, along with their own monstrosities, fought against all that tried to halt her advance.
(Molten Golem)
Vaulgarr arrived first to the battlefield, taking his place positioned behind Thul’tharak.. His master enroute to the scene of the conflict, Vaulgarr had led half of the Firelands army to the Blackened Keep outside of Halsworthy, his resolve to secure a beachhead and point of retreat should the assault go awry. His molten armor protecting him from most mortal blows, Vaulgarr began to muster the forces of the Firelands until his master’s arrival.
(Warlock)
Drazdromos floated high above, as he arrived late to the battlefield, Vaulgarr had already rallied half of the Fireland troop, taking up residence in the Blackened Hold on the outskirts of Halsworthy, mustering the troops of his master. Upon his arrival, his unchecked rage was unleashed upon the descendant defenders, flying maniacally over the walls, using the Corpse Worm’s as laddering methods to send his troops over the walls while the Western Gate was being broke.. He had heard of the whispers that his sister and brother had both answered the call, his frenzied rage all too apparent upon his startling arrival to the field of battle.. His kin acknowledging the seriousness of the situation.
(Kurathi, Insectoid)
The Broodmother N’hara stood in the burrows of the hallowed soil, massive corpse-worms tearing asunder the earth before her as she tunnelled from a point unknown toward the battlefield.. Answering the whispers of a strange force, the Broodmother and her hive pushed forward, and forward.. Knowing all too well the battle had already commenced.. And that her brood would be needed to push through defenses that already begun to crack, even before her arrival. The fear of the defenders.. It was apparent this combined force would push the envelope.
The Gates Fall
(Elemental, Familiar)
The Voidbreaker of Malevolence was conjured upon the initial siege beginning by the Avatar of Malevolence, who had observed from afar his first attempt at destroying a descendant stronghold. The Void Armor surged with life, beckoning forth over the wall to engage the residents and give distraction as the Gates were attacked simultaneously. While the magical armor did fail before any gate broke, it did provide the besiegers plenty of time to open all three attacked gates.
With the Gates finally tore asunder, the Broodmother arrives from the buried earth with two new corpse-worms, sending forth dangerous clutches of egg-hatching larvae that would morph into dangerous creatures dependant on the color-strain that was draped across the top of the eggs. The Broodmother was ruthless, first devouring much of a Gate resistance force, killing about fifty defenders herself as she pushed the envelope, finally making it a fight as the others struggled to make way further into the city past the walls.
Drazdromos and his followers finally push forward, allowing one of the corpse-worms a passage into the wall, allowing for reinforcements to be pushed from the Western Gate without it having been opened first. The attackers from inside and out, finally broke in with Thul’tharak taking the Gate down. With the Western Gate now open, his directive took over, “..Take the Citadel of Halsworthy..” With effective speed, Drazdromos called for his protector Vaulgarr to push forward along with Thul’tharak, who had all now been unified inside the city’s walls.
As the defenders are ineffective to deal with the crisis assaulting multiple walls, the Second Southern Gate was left relatively unguarded.. Those that did arrive were quickly tossed aside by the Sister Beast of Thul’tharak.. With her Gate finally tore asunder, her directive took over, “..Destroy the Frigate in their harbour.. None will escape..”
The Warlock descended upon the harbour, virtually unchecked as her unparalleled connection to the Void activated.. A tear in the fabric of Halsworthy being allowed to grow and spur uncontrolled, the Warlock hardly being assailed as the black hole manifested completely with her spell complete, the Frigate of Halsworthy was torn into two pieces.. Sinking to the riverbed.
Vaulgarr pushed forward.. Drazdromos was midbattle, the fight currently turning very much south for those on the Western Front as Thul’tharak pulled back toward the Fortress holding to prepare for the coming of Malevolence. The two held on considerably long, however they were just not enough and eventually the descendants began to push them out from the city..
Drazdromos was finally pushed all the way back to the Fortress, Vaulgarr entail. The Broodmother continued to apply pressure on the Southern Front to buy time for the Ritual to be complete, however a sizeable vanguard was deployed from the Haensetic & Reiver Regiments forward, who skirmished outside the gates valiantly with the Beast and his Protector. As the situation turned south with the arrival of the others of the Winter Frontier, the two ran inside as the gates were sealed.. The Ritual being complete.
The Avatar of Malevolence emerged with the union of Mau’drozom, Thul’tharak and the weakened Drazdromos’ mana, their crystals breaking and draining them of much of their health and power. The manifestation stepped forth from the shadows, his form that of a dead Warlock, who had fallen during the events leading up to the Harvest, his crystal that of complete void energy, a dark shade about his very being.
“Now, we take the city.”
A voice echoed for hundreds of meters, a dark feeling washing over all as the Gates of the Holding they surrounded begin to churn to life.. Six beings of immense strength all walking slowly toward their Capital.. A retreat was imminent.
Within the Square the entirety of the forces suffered a huge amount of casualties, the eagerness of their commanders getting the worst of the situation with the sudden push and emergence of yet another besieger to the already costly battle. The look of worry upon some soldiers, and even some commanding officer’s faces was indeed troublesome as the Six emerged from the Gateway.. The Broodmother having joined them high above in their push towards the Hall and the Church..
The battle to ensue would indeed be a very costly one.
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With less than a half of the original defenders remaining, the Six had turned to Four.. Drazdromos falling to Godric Black & Matthew Colborn, who had cornered him in an alleyway after immense targeting.
The sudden loss of one of his most treasured instruments left Malevolence’s avatar in a state of shock, simply watching from above as his lesser creations set upon the descendant force that somehow managed to hold together.. One by one they would fall.. Malevolence clutching the arms of Mau’drozom and Thul’tharak without pause as each one would fall to the blade..
“I cannot lose another..”
NightfallWith her last breath Cassandra shot herself forward.. Her overriding command was to end the resistance and slaughter all, including the civilians. As she fought she was engulfed in a fiery aura from the deathbed of Vaulgarr and Drazdromos, their energy being wielded by the sorcerous as she soared across the battlefield with utmost ferocity. With dozens dead by her bloodied violet-painted nails, the situation would turn south as nearly every decscendant had poked their sword once or twice into her.. And with that, she rose high in the air.. The energy within no longer able to be contained as her body literally convulged, throbbed and exploded, void creatures immediately running to feast upon her remains, ignoring the defenders.
The three Warlocks observed now as only the Broodmother remained.. Seeing now that she was the only one actively fighting, her spirit began to wear.. Was her Brood now being used as cannon fodder to wear down the already drained defenders? Was this truly what her master had intended for her? With that, she descended, communicating telepathically with her brood, telling them to withdraw to her corpse-worms.. They were falling back to the Hive.
With now one Warlock, and three of his treasured soldiers dead.. The Avatar grew into a complete frenzy.. Before he leapt from the Citadel.. He whispered once more into the ears of both his Warlocks left standing at his side.
“You cannot die.. You both have your new directive, see to it I am returned.. This time...completely.”
The Avatar descended upon the remaining defenders as his two Warlocks left the field of battle.. With only his few loyal minions from the Void, straggling Kurathi, and a few random undead.. He was finally taken down by the remaining might of the descendants. Through sheer tenacity and willpower, the siege that very much looked impossible was finally won. Halsworthy stood to fight another day, and the Winter Frontier remained intact.
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The midnight sky around Halsworthy finally had emerged after the brutal fighting, the storm for that region passing..
((Thank you Tide1,countessem,5itty,JennaDoesntCare,Lionbileti and Keening for your assistance running this event! You all six were amazing and handled everything so well and professionally.. well, most of you : D great work and I hope we can work more together moving forward with this eventline. To everyone that participated a huge thank you and apology to those who found it 'not fun,' I try my best to make these as planned, coordinated and enjoyable as humanely possible. Of course there are some hiccups along the way but all and all, I really had a lot of fun running this for you, I hope you can say you enjoyed the experience! I encourage you all to make RP responses to this thread detailing first your character and any memorable fights you had with the event characters. I promise this next one will be even better! -Malg))
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I feel terrible, you were excited to come do an event I had planned and hyped up for your group, and in the end the server **** itself to pieces last night. All this horrible **** going on lately, nobody needs any of it. I just want to create that platform for everyone to RP on and not worry about some ooc bullshit. I promise you the event today will make up for the fact we had to reschedule. I'm sorry leorabbit and I agree, you should join staff and make the change happen yourself. We could use another good mindset in an already jaded community. I appreciate your words.
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5 minutes ago, Wulfery said:
(( Yo I may have sick leave and hour is fine, but 1/2 am european time is a tad bit crazy?
((the timezone is decided based on the peak activity time of each settlement, this particular one being Halsworthy who I've found are more active around my timezone
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Storm Clouds Gather
A Purple, Blue and Red Crystal are displayed above.
Strange cloud formations have gathered down the roads leading South.. Vile thunderbolts slamming against the ground, the earth itself shaking and tearing all around the accursed Bleakfall. Strange ice formations sprung forth from the depths of Atlas, spiking and hindering all that travel near the Wall… Shapeless monstrosities awakening from a long slumber.. Tredging forth toward the dominions of the descendants. Borders once drawn now remade by a dark force at work..
Faint whispers can be heard by all those mindful of the arcane and the void…
“... Malevolence…”
“.. the Great Harvest.. Draws near..”
“..All will become one..”
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Part I
The Shadow of the Beast
The Banner of Halsworthy would flutter high above the humble city.. The residents of the dislocated retreat going about their business as usual. The gathering clouds spelled something ominous for those that lived within.. The people however, went about their day as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
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That was, until a Great Shadow broke free from the wall.. It was fast, ruthless in its descent upon the folk that dwelled before it..
[!]
Word would reach you that Halsworthy had come under siege by something from within the Wall…
Siege Date: 8/7/2018 - 8 est
[Affected Settlements: Rivia, Fenn, Halsworthy, Haense & Any Southern Freebuild]((To those that arrive prior to 8 EST, you would see only the overhang of a shadow enveloping the region.))
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RP Name: Smile the Gnome
MC Name: Malgonious
Do you have a skill, trade, or profession
you wish to pursue or put to use within Arbor?: Smile wishes to practice woodshop
Are you interested in one of the above mentioned
positions within the Arborian government? If so, which?
(Senate, Silver Court, Centurion, etc.): Senate
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Legion of Urguan -Reformation-
in Inactive Guilds
Posted
A return letter is penned to Fili Grandaxe's residence:
Tuh Fili Grandaxe,
Ah would beh honored tuh foite alongside 'un of me ilk, through flesh and faith weh beh reunited in ah pivituhl moment fer Urguan's history. Would yeh please pen me ah location tuh meet ye, tales of yer valor and dedication tuh Urguan are well-known and highly praised by Gror and Thorrak alike. Blessed beh dis day!
Dungrimm's Blessings,
Belgor Ireheart, Marshal of the Old Legion of Urguan