Rage Of The Invaders V

Tarey bellowed out an order to his squad, it fell on deaf ears. The demon had come out of nowhere. Already it had ravaged the vanguard of his forces and even now it tore through the Wildonia forces, attacking friend and foe in a mad frenzy. He had watched it grow new limbs where old…

Rage Of The Invaders IV

Dust and blood in the air, the distinct metallic odor of alchemies burning flesh and stone hung rancid within the confines of the castle walls. Through the breach poured the forces of Cabina, their vanguard an arrow of human flesh biting deep into the outer courts of the castle. Amid the destruction he rode, an apparition of war given breath, storming through the debris and chaos, Tare Erathos charged his war mount onwards. The scene before him was expected, the defenders were scattered amongst the rubble and wreckage of the southern gate. Those present on the battlements had been hit the worst. Bits and pieces of body parts strewn grotesquely across the court gave testament to their previous existence. The surviving defenders were already rallying to an organized defensive position. They would advance at any moment, the telltale signs of a capable commander present.

Rage Of The Invaders

Across the Medeai desert plains a northwesterly wind had picked up. It whipped sand and dust in a frenzy. Coating armor, blade and shield in a thin layer of red dust it soaked up sweat to become grime. In the horizon, the soon to become battlefield of the city state of Wildonia stood serene. Its magicrafted wind blasted walls, their highest points dwarfing the lone mountain of Bibihelm leagues to the north. The walls boasted more than a millennia of turning away sieges. The great gates impressed even more, if that were possible. Their breathtaking craftsmanship belied their near indestructible frame. A gift from the now extinct dwarven race that called Bibihelm home. Beyond them rose the city itself. A breathtaking monument of superior earthmagi. Colossal towers streaked to heights where human sight could hardly follow. Giant banners secured to the soaring towers waved erratically in the wind. Bearing the multicolored Hawkhand sigil of House Haras, even their over-bright colors did little to diminish the timeless grandeur of the great city state.

Rage Of The Invaders II

Nep felt before he saw it, a million quarrels set aflame descending upon the horde, spurring his mount onwards, he caught up with Tare and motioned upwards, Tare spared a glance at the descending volley and shrugged. Sighing, Nep slowed his pace and gave the signal for shields and watched as column’s of the charging infantry pulled up their shields above their heads, not a pace lost in their charge, Nep pulled across his own shield, a leather-metal concave construct of Spotorian design. With one hand on the reins, he managed to bring the shield to bear…a pity he couldn’t do much for the horse, if the beast survived the volley he wouldn’t have to continue on foot. The whispers of the quarrels slicing through the air was now clearly audible across the plains, Nep spared a second to glance at Ned and realized the assassin was no where to be seen but his mount remained charging on oblivious of the absence.

Rage of The Invaders III

A figure stood on a balcony, the amber hued streaks of Dusk’s fading light bathed it and cast long shadows across the marbled terrace of a dimly lit room. Looking across the expanse of land that was Castle Wild, it held in its gaze a scene of despair. Arrayed over the southern walls of Castle Wild on the barren plains camped the host of an invading army… that’s if you called standing still for dayscamping..the figure mused silently. Their dark armor glistened lazily in the dissipating rays of sundown, banners danced wildly in the dusty wind as a westerly blew across the plains. Their discipline was remarkable these Cabinians, for two suns they had stayed in those columns – wind whipped and sand blasted yet not a sound had escaped their ranks, no envoy had been sent either, whoever headed these forces was obviously not here for small talk…perhaps the Queen hadoverreached herself? Shrugging off the blasphemous thought the figure turned and stepped into the room, its back to the light, the dimly lit room chased away the shadows on its features revealing a lithe curvaceous figure clothed in boiled leather the color of night.

The Unkown

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Strife

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The Banewalker: Zero Sum(Working Title)

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Waking the Dead Pt 2

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Waking the Dead Pt 1

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Malevolent: Puppet Dancer

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Malevolent

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The Banewalker: Chapter 1: Feverland

I was here again. This never changing landscape, where the lemon-green grass crushed beneath my boots still bent the same way it had the previous day. Nothing changed here, not sky, not grass and certainly not man. We all remained in theatrical stasis, puppets to the whims of a rather humorless deity. I watched as…