Yeah, been playing the OC a little bit, what was with that?My first attempt will be.
Rocks fall, everyone dies.
But my second attempt will come after some thought.
“Oh my God…someone call the doctors…he’s awake!” The gray haired woman who was sitting beside the bed rushed to the man’s side. “John…John…it’s me Emily. Gods….where’s the doctors? Please, someone help me….it’s John. He’s awake…” She jabbed frantically at the call button, then rushed into the corridor.‘It started at the edges, the farthest realms…mythical places of which few had heard and fewer still had visited. They ran at first, those that could run, man and beast. Spreading slowly, it enveloped anything and everything in its path. They called it a great evil, the depths of chaos…more than nothing, less than something. It devoured the land; entire cities and realms lost without pause.
They sent messages across the land summoning their greatest mages and priests, scholars of every kind. They prayed and prepared great magicks…yet nothing slowed the inexorable advance. Each thing that stood against it was slowly eroded as if its very fabric was torn asunder, quietly made less than real, shrouded in darkness and pulled apart noiselessly, finally lost to the infinite void beyond.
They huddled in their Temples and Holy places, some screaming, others praying their whispered petitions of salvation. Some claimed the Gods walked among them….others saw only the mad who claimed divinity. They witnessed their end as it approached, advancing quickly now; its front devouring the land and all else faster than any could move. Those who stood upon that final mount in the city watched as it came upon them, the last of many in a once great land, holding those they loved, offering up their final words to Gods who no longer heard.
Then it was over. All that was vanished.’
A thousand-ten-thousand skeletons 'n' orcs, little ones, do you know how many that is? There are perhaps a thousand leaves in the pile of leaves you so love to jump in each Autumn - now imagine for a moment that each of you has one of those piles. That is a ten-thousand Canites.
Now imagine that for each leaf in your pile, you had an entire pile again - fill this entire inn from floor to ceiling t'would. More leaves than you have seen in your lives, t'would.
That is how many Canites marched down the road towards Ravenswatch, orcs and skeles as far as the eye could see. You could feel the rumble of their steps, shaking the ground. The bells were ringing, the ground was shaking, and fear? Well lets just say; the Prince called for his brown pants. The town evacuated right away, anyone that wasn't needed packed up and went to Cear. The rest piled into the keep and we shut the gates to the city, glad now for the long ramp to the city gates.
Ten hours we stood off, rocks flying at our heads, us hurling those same rocks back. Every rock that lands killed a hundred orcs or their skele friends; but it seemed to make no difference. We only had ten thousand defenders, each of our losses counted all the more. Each of us had to kill a thousand if we were to win.
Ahh but a valiant defence it was kiddos! Our wizards and sorcerers launched meteorites, our druids summoned ancient elemental spirits to destroy our foes, our archers ran out of arrows faster than we could make 'em and the priests of every god and goddess kept us going. And yet, their numbers might as well have been limitless. By the tenth hour, we were down to half our force and it hardly looked like we had touches the foes. It was then that the true threat emerged.
The Mindworm they called him. Dozens of our soldiers answered his call, their minds lost. The gates slowly began to open as brother slew brother in surprise and the gatehouse was taken. Didn't matter if they were Rebel or Imperial, dwarf, human or elf - soldiers from all groups turned. Even some of the druids and wizards turned and blasted their fellows to dust.
T'was then that the prince's honourguard took action. The Argentum Vigilo attacked the Mindworm, bringing the full power of their group to bear as they did against the Winged Death on a similar battlefield. The Knights died to the last, but ahh what a glorious battle it was - you have all heard the songs that are sung of it. They slew the Mindworm with their final breath, and his thralls were released! The Canite army began to fight itself as those taken were released from their thralldom - although they were cut down by the Canites quickly. But more importantly, those within the walls regained their senses.
But the damage was done, the gates opened, the orcs flooded in. The Prince sounded the retreat to the keep as the enemy flooded in - hundreds died in the retreat and as many were captured and later eaten alive. Nigh three thousand made it to the keep, among them many of our most powerful - but many of the world's best heroes had fallen.
T'was then that a plan was devised - you see, we had a few tricks up our sleeves still. The entirety of Ravenswatch was a large trap, and we simply needed the enemy to dig in, as they had done. We were a juicy target which had resisted being crushed under the Canite boot and that irritated. The Canites ravaged the countryside, but their main focus was destroying our last hope. They piled into the city as we retreated. Millions of canites rushed into the city, pillaging and killing anyone that didn't run as fast as they could.
As we barricaded ourselves in the keep, the orcs started beating on the door. The Ordo Magica set up a teleportation pylon within the keep and people started moving out to Cear. Alas, one thing we failed to consider... A dracolich. Imagine if you would, dragon with all its might, but t'would not be terrifying enough. Nay, this Dragon was made of bone and strengthened with foul magics and could tear a living dragon in two. The dracolich breathed its fell fire and melted the gates to the keep, and the orcs burst through ahead of schedule.
T'was then that the Free Vanguard Captains nodded to one another. The Captain's Anne and Sam recalled their forces with the rest of Dasarian troops, while the Captain's Firin and Fyvre took a few handpicked elite and took to the inner gate. Far enough back that the Dracolich couldn't roast them, but well placed to stop the orc and undead tide. For an hour the Captains fought with their dozen soldiers, losing one after another until the Captains stood side-by-side, alone against the flood. Working in perfect tandem the Captains proved why they led the Free Vanguard as they finished the wall of corpses.
Alas, it could not last forever; even the strongest warriors tire - a poorly deflected blade, an unblocked arrow - little wounds stack up. No one knows who fell first, for no one found their bodies; but they lasted long enough for everyone to escape and the portals to close. They were trapped on the other side as the city exploded in a magical trap which consumed the orcs and undead utterly. They say the Shadow was the last through the portal, unwilling to leave her husband to the last and witnessing their last moments before leaving and ordering the portal closed.
Captain Sam, ever the bard, renamed the Free Vanguard to the Last Rearguard in honour of their fallen captains, but their rearguard saved hundreds of lives and destroyed more a thousand-five-thousands of the Canites when Ravenswatch exploded. T'was then that we won the war; for our forces from Cear, Ravenswatch and Lendose, and the surviving Varanites from Varana proper attacked. With the Mindworm destroyed by the Argentum Vigilo, the Emperor MArcus regained his mind and Varanites across the country rose up against Canas.
We were now one people under the Princeps Siril, and we attacked as one and marched on Canas. Every powerful mage of Ordo Magica, druid of the Sacred Grove, member of the Cerulean Fleet, Last Rearguard, Legions and rebels, and priest of every temple worked together to bring that monster down. And while it cost almost every hero their lives, we won.
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