Our adventure begins with a gathering of a couple friends. David, Wolfram, Theodore, Syles, Samon, and Oswald had set up a meeting the night before at the Golden Willow as they all wanted to take matters into their own hands. With the sewers whispering of mysterious races, Vampires, void-infested items and heresy, they couldn't possibly let that go! If the guards came or the Regalian army, they would be too late. So what was their solution? They would try to discourage the biggest source of them all, the Void-worshipping Shendar, to break the morale of the sewers and leave them vulnerable to attack. What better way than to destroy one of the things more dear to them? Their objective:
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| BURN THE DULÔFALL GROVE TO THE GROUND. |
Zealots: David, Wolfram, Theodore, Syles, Samon, Oswald.
Dwellers: Saelethil, Maddis, Nailhair, Alfonso, Ignace, Saelihn, Oluwaenir, Grükhgr.
The beginning of the war that would occur started off brilliantly. The only resistance the six Zealots had in the beginning was a Zehler, Ignace, trying to slow them down by picking at them with minor strikes. However, given he was clearly outmatched, Ignace was forced to retreat. These six heroes easily maneuvered their way through the crowd. In fact, no one seemed to care about these armed men, simply because of how common the sight of such a thing was. By the time they got to the grove infested with the foul fungi, they donned their protective bandannas and let Syles begin setting ablaze the diseased flora. They were given plenty of time, almost doing this whole act leisurely. Once this ended, however, they began to leave this grove. It was then that they met Ignace a second time, except bearing the company of over twenty sewer dwellers that all wanted a piece of the Unionist scum. With sparks flying, magic popping and blades clashing, Wolfram stayed behind to ensure the burning finished, but the other five struggled forward to try and open up an escape route. To the dismay of Samon, Ignace and Alfonso managed to corner him beside the waterfall, pouring all of their strength into knocking him off the ledge. As Samon was thrown into the water thirty feet below, Ignace was betrayed by one of his company, similarly being tossed right into the water from a fiery projectile. In hopes of avenging the betrayal, chaos ensued among the twenty sewer Dwellers in an attempt to kill the traitor, but then each other for all being so violent.
At the bottom of the falls, Ignace and Samon spent their time recovering, which wasn't very long. Nailhair, a Tresmisae that came to the call of the Zehler and Maddis, who had followed her, aided their leader in cornering this lonely hero to the edge of the tavern's pit. Although he fought fierce, the Zealot had his shoulder gashed by Nailhair and had the axe that once belonged in Maddis' hands chucked into his ribs. Bleeding profusely in a position without mercy, it looked like that was all for Samon as Ignace came forward with his kalis knife, prepared to dive it into his heart. At the last moment, Oswald swung the flat end of his broadsword right into the back of the attacker's head, and the other four accompanied in attacking Maddis and Nailhair until they could begin dragging their maimed friend to safety. From the top of the falls, Alfonso shoved off Saelethil, ripping off one of his legs in the process with his blade. Within only minutes after this, Saelethil would spend his last breath with Maddis to find themselves in a safer place to die. With only a broken leg, Maddis watched the elf breathe their last breath and mutter their last phrase in both physical and psychological pain. But this was no time to mourn!
Our heroes ran as fast as they could, trying as best they can to get out. Mysteriously, the wooden steps that once were smooth now seemed to be bumpy, broken, and almost impossible to scale. It was the doing of Saelihn and Oluwaenir, two Wolathar that escaped the chaos and spent their time ruining the escape route. Although this slowed the Zealots greatly, they were armed with only sticks and stones, which didn't seem to overall do damage. Just when everyone seemed to have escaped, Ignace returned one final time to drive his knife into the hip of David as punishment for moving too slow. Desperate to save their friend, Theodore and Syles hopped down the stairs to spook off the Zehler a second time. Just when it seemed like Ignace would take the life out of David with a well-placed blow, the arsonist Wolfram, who had just returned after ensuring the objective was completed, slashed his blade across the unholy Vampire's chest. In a panic, Ignace fell backward and into the water, sinking ominously into the muck. From there, he seemed to practically vanish, but there was no doubt that the coward escaped with his wounds to heal for another day. This only sealed the fate of the four Zealots at the bottom of the stairs. Grükhgr, a Blackmark Orc that had woken up late due to a faulty alarm, came in at the last legs of the battle with a mace and hatred in hand. One by one, this creature superior in both strength and weapons crushed the life out of David, Theodore and Syles. They could have escaped their demise, had the two Wolathar not ruined the only escape route that the Zealots could take. Knowing well that they could do no more good as the stones thrown by Saelihn and Oluwaenir were beginning to cause major bruising, followed by a hungering Nailhair that was progressing up the wreckage, Oswald and Samon retreated for the sewer's entrance. They lived, but they would carry these wounds without a doubt for the rest of their lives as they were finally greeted with the sun's heat upon their face and clean air to breathe.
In the center of this bloody battlefield stood the final hero, Wolfram. Coated in ash, blood and every regret he had in his life, the whole world began to spin around him. Before him stood death himself in the form of an orc. To his left lay every memory and laugh he ever shared with those he called his friend. To his right lay the scrapes and blood of a Vampire that surely would return for revenge. Behind him was the smell of charcoal and flesh burning from the grove. In one final and desperate attempt, he would swing his broadsword for Grükhgr's head as an act of vengeance, but he aimed too low, merely striking the iron breastplate the Blackmark wore. Grükhgr aimed for Wolfram's head as a copied blow, but unlike Wolfram, he didn't miss his mark.
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| BURN THE DULÔFALL GROVE TO THE GROUND. |
Zealots: David, Wolfram, Theodore, Syles, Samon, Oswald.
Dwellers: Saelethil, Maddis, Nailhair, Alfonso, Ignace, Saelihn, Oluwaenir, Grükhgr.
The beginning of the war that would occur started off brilliantly. The only resistance the six Zealots had in the beginning was a Zehler, Ignace, trying to slow them down by picking at them with minor strikes. However, given he was clearly outmatched, Ignace was forced to retreat. These six heroes easily maneuvered their way through the crowd. In fact, no one seemed to care about these armed men, simply because of how common the sight of such a thing was. By the time they got to the grove infested with the foul fungi, they donned their protective bandannas and let Syles begin setting ablaze the diseased flora. They were given plenty of time, almost doing this whole act leisurely. Once this ended, however, they began to leave this grove. It was then that they met Ignace a second time, except bearing the company of over twenty sewer dwellers that all wanted a piece of the Unionist scum. With sparks flying, magic popping and blades clashing, Wolfram stayed behind to ensure the burning finished, but the other five struggled forward to try and open up an escape route. To the dismay of Samon, Ignace and Alfonso managed to corner him beside the waterfall, pouring all of their strength into knocking him off the ledge. As Samon was thrown into the water thirty feet below, Ignace was betrayed by one of his company, similarly being tossed right into the water from a fiery projectile. In hopes of avenging the betrayal, chaos ensued among the twenty sewer Dwellers in an attempt to kill the traitor, but then each other for all being so violent.
At the bottom of the falls, Ignace and Samon spent their time recovering, which wasn't very long. Nailhair, a Tresmisae that came to the call of the Zehler and Maddis, who had followed her, aided their leader in cornering this lonely hero to the edge of the tavern's pit. Although he fought fierce, the Zealot had his shoulder gashed by Nailhair and had the axe that once belonged in Maddis' hands chucked into his ribs. Bleeding profusely in a position without mercy, it looked like that was all for Samon as Ignace came forward with his kalis knife, prepared to dive it into his heart. At the last moment, Oswald swung the flat end of his broadsword right into the back of the attacker's head, and the other four accompanied in attacking Maddis and Nailhair until they could begin dragging their maimed friend to safety. From the top of the falls, Alfonso shoved off Saelethil, ripping off one of his legs in the process with his blade. Within only minutes after this, Saelethil would spend his last breath with Maddis to find themselves in a safer place to die. With only a broken leg, Maddis watched the elf breathe their last breath and mutter their last phrase in both physical and psychological pain. But this was no time to mourn!
Our heroes ran as fast as they could, trying as best they can to get out. Mysteriously, the wooden steps that once were smooth now seemed to be bumpy, broken, and almost impossible to scale. It was the doing of Saelihn and Oluwaenir, two Wolathar that escaped the chaos and spent their time ruining the escape route. Although this slowed the Zealots greatly, they were armed with only sticks and stones, which didn't seem to overall do damage. Just when everyone seemed to have escaped, Ignace returned one final time to drive his knife into the hip of David as punishment for moving too slow. Desperate to save their friend, Theodore and Syles hopped down the stairs to spook off the Zehler a second time. Just when it seemed like Ignace would take the life out of David with a well-placed blow, the arsonist Wolfram, who had just returned after ensuring the objective was completed, slashed his blade across the unholy Vampire's chest. In a panic, Ignace fell backward and into the water, sinking ominously into the muck. From there, he seemed to practically vanish, but there was no doubt that the coward escaped with his wounds to heal for another day. This only sealed the fate of the four Zealots at the bottom of the stairs. Grükhgr, a Blackmark Orc that had woken up late due to a faulty alarm, came in at the last legs of the battle with a mace and hatred in hand. One by one, this creature superior in both strength and weapons crushed the life out of David, Theodore and Syles. They could have escaped their demise, had the two Wolathar not ruined the only escape route that the Zealots could take. Knowing well that they could do no more good as the stones thrown by Saelihn and Oluwaenir were beginning to cause major bruising, followed by a hungering Nailhair that was progressing up the wreckage, Oswald and Samon retreated for the sewer's entrance. They lived, but they would carry these wounds without a doubt for the rest of their lives as they were finally greeted with the sun's heat upon their face and clean air to breathe.
In the center of this bloody battlefield stood the final hero, Wolfram. Coated in ash, blood and every regret he had in his life, the whole world began to spin around him. Before him stood death himself in the form of an orc. To his left lay every memory and laugh he ever shared with those he called his friend. To his right lay the scrapes and blood of a Vampire that surely would return for revenge. Behind him was the smell of charcoal and flesh burning from the grove. In one final and desperate attempt, he would swing his broadsword for Grükhgr's head as an act of vengeance, but he aimed too low, merely striking the iron breastplate the Blackmark wore. Grükhgr aimed for Wolfram's head as a copied blow, but unlike Wolfram, he didn't miss his mark.
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| OBJECTIVE COMPLETE |
IN MEMORY OF
Saelethil
David
Theodore
Syles
and Wolfram
| OBJECTIVE COMPLETE |
IN MEMORY OF
Saelethil
David
Theodore
Syles
and Wolfram
