65 replies to this topic

[Thugren]

The undead pour from the creach in the wall. The sanctuary is lost, the people panicing, their lives ruined.

 

"We make our stand here."

 

Thornene, the stalwart, wolf varghen cheiftan grunts.

 

"Gogiras."

 

he grunts, gripping his twin headed halberd.

 

"Have you sent the men to the walls to help the people escape?"

 

his weapon flashes, splitting a ghoul from tip to tail in a single swipe.

[Armoured Priest]

"What were left of them, yes." Gorgiras replied with shrug as he hefted his monstrous crescent blade off from it's sheath on his back, the weapon pulsing dully in his scaly claws.  "The sands are going to run red before this day is out." He told him as a toothy sneer formed over his crocodilian features before flicking out his blade in a massive cleave in front of him at the on coming ghoul wave.

Spoiler

: 84 = 84

[Thugren]

the cut is vicous and cleaves through the ghouls in a single swoop

 

they fall in droves as thornens eyes glow and the ghouls begin to reknit, forming up under his power. "I can only control so many gorgi....We will have a small force to hold this line until the flare is fired."

 

The struck down ghouls now stand behind the Biomancer and await orders.

 

the walls in front of you smash inward, the ghouls hurling them,selves against it with savage strength as the ghouls that reanimated to assist you push agasint it feebly.

 

"We can either fight them here or let them meet us at the chokepoint of the scare.....Tell me warlord where should we fight them

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgria flicked his blade of some of the larger bits of gore clinging, where as the pieces on his armor and scales were ignored, to his weapon before answering. "Fall back to the scar brother, the walls are coming down and a flood will sweep us if we fight here. We'll make them run into a grinder instead." he said as the blade morphs into a bladed shield and gladius as he starts backing towards the chokepoint.

[Thugren]

the ghouls snarl, forcing against the door to hold back the tide of their brothers as thornen turns and runs with you.

 

A capable warrior in his own right to see him running , a look of grim determination pklastered on his stoic face it came as a shock. Mere hours ago he had a family...Children, a wife. That all changed when the ghousl swarmed.The attack was too sudden, too unpredictable. They swept through the inner walls like a ravenous tide, engulfing everythign in their path.

 

He ad become quiet since their loss, something odd to you seeing as youve known the cheiftan since birth, been there in his risde to power, been there between the hum,an skirmishes, and varghen marauders. To see him this quiet is an odd pill to swallow.

 

you arrive at the chokepoint and he stands. Four gunners sit in sandbag trenches, your chosen, an ostari branch of armadillo varghen nod at your approach.

 

"sir.."

 

the grunt as Thornen goes to the last surviving member of his family, his half brother thaursus, a sinewy black wolf with harsh eyes watches his berothers approach.

 

"The shadows await your command brother."

 

in the shadows of the alleys you can see the pack of nightblades watching as thornen turns to you.

 

"Brother...Are you ready to blow the doors?"

[Armoured Priest]

"When am I not?" he said to Thronen as he set himself to be at the front of the formation, his usual spot. He tried to shake off his uneasiness of seeing his brother in such a state, holding himself accountable for Thronen's lost. This was the first time the first line has been over run so easily and it's been paid for dearly already. Gorgiras, while normally aggressive natured in the first place, has even noticed the red haze has been creeping up on him more easily then he remembers. Another thing to get a hold of. "Make them bleed for every inch." he told his gunners, knowing they would do just exactly that.

Spoiler

: 91 = 91

[Thugren]

THe air arounds you gets fuzzy ...The past fades away...You know how this dream ends. Thornen fights to the last varghen falls, but you never anticipate the undead reviving your own ostari battleguard. The fighting become hectic and frenzied as you are driven back to the wall where thorne gives his last command. GO.

 

 

With a violent push, he shoves you into an exposed manhole, covering it and trapping you in the safety of the sewers of your youth, where the last surviving members of the tribe stay with you for weeks.

 

 

WHen you surface, there is no sign of the mighty cheiftan. Bodies litter the town square, and a single word is carved into the sheild on the town hall square....

 

ALive...

 

 

You move on...SLowly reclaiming as much of the town as possible.....But somewhere in the back of your mind ..YOu know that Your brother never died.

 

Eventually the ledgend of your brother fades into ledgend.You take leadership of the tribe in the turmoil with his brother as your warlord. You usher in a new era of safety untuil one day.....

 

 

"WAKE UP GORGIRAS"

 

Thaursus yells, shaking you awake roughly.

 

"HES ALIVE....>HE IS ALIVE."

[Armoured Priest]

Though the blur of his dream passed, the red he saw lingered longer. He caught himself before wrapping his claws around Thaursus by his throat and simply rested them on the younger varghen's shoulders. Every time he sleeps, it's the same dream, and he wakes up in the similar way he just did. He knows full well the source of his wrath filled impulses. "Now, your going to tell me why you are shrieking like a banshee in my ear while at the same time seemingly beating my hopes with a large stick." he told him in a tired growl. It wasN'T his fault, and he tried not to take it out on him. At least outside of training practice.

[Thugren]

the younger mans eyes seem to glow and he grips your forearms.

 

"Its him....Hes standing outside of Wall Sanctus.....He just standing there....Watching the town...The scouts came this morning! ITs him gorgiras its really him!"

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgiras blinked a few times before his eyes grew wide. Without saying a word, he moved the wolf varghen aside as he spranged from his bed, summoning his blade to form around his arms into the usual plate form to wear it for now as he headed out the door. The earlier mood was gone as he felt something close to happy for the first time since he last seen Thronen. While he was grateful for the period of peace that the town has earned, it was always soured to him with knowledge of his brother was somewhere far away instead of home. "Come on, what are you waiting for damn it!" he called back to Thaursus.

[Thugren]

you run, run long and hard through the town.

 

THe varghen watch you cautiously as you move and soon you are on the walls of the town, running to the throng of astoun ded onlookers.

 

Below, standing in the center of the dusty road stands a figure. It is tall, easy a head and shoudler above you, but the figure is unmistakeable. The cheiftan Stands surrounded by Thralled undead. His body is covered in bone fetishes and plates, and the varghen symjbol of survivor is marked on the ram skull that adorns his face like a mask

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgiras stood there for a moment, both relief at finally seeing him after so long and confusion as to the adornments the old librarian warriors has decided to don upon himself.  He took a few steps forward before speaking. "Brother, I....I don't even know where to start......" he said as he fumbled with his words at odds to his normally gravelly voice. ".....But I know I'm happy to see you." He told him. For once since the fight long ago, he felt calm.

[Thugren]

The figure watches you as you come closer. His glowing green eyes watching your every step as you notice the skulls on his ip.

 

One child....One female wolves.....

 

 

"Is the tribe well brother.."

 

Thornen growls, his voice like a slow landslide. 

 

"Did you reclaim the city .."

[Armoured Priest]

And just like that it was gone after seeing the skulls. "Aye, the city was reclaimed and we have been able to rebuild it in peace." He told him. He was silent for awhile before finally speaking again. "Where did you go after that battle?" he asked him now in return, wanting to know where he has been the past years.

[Thugren]

i got these..."

 

He growls, motioning at the skulls on his hip as he places a hand onm your shoulder.

 

"Youve done well brother....YOu kept the haze back for a good while.....Im sworry you had to shoulder things alone."

[Armoured Priest]

He shook his head. "I think the fact you are back more then makes up for it." he said to him with a smirk, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "As long as you're not leaving any time soon I hope." He chuckled, hoping his brother is actually staying. He glanced back down to the skulls for a split moment before looking back into Thronen's eyes. "I'm still so sorry brother..." he whispered to him.

[Thugren]

thornen slowly lifts his helmet and looks at you, his features calm and serene.

 

"They are at peace now old friend....I cannot say the sdame fpr us.....We need to march."

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgiras raised a scaly brow. "March? March against what Thronen?" He asked him, now confused at the news. "It's not like we been able to keep much in touch with anything outside of the city." he mentioned. Most of their attention was trying to reclaim and rebuild what was lost during the last assault by the undead, so much of anything that happen outside during that period would be new to them.

[Thugren]

thornen looks at gogiras with a withering stare.

 

 

That attack that day,.,....It wasnt a herd...It wasnt an accident....Those UNDEAD WERE SENT THERE!"

 

the ghouls that he entralled shake at his fury as the air seems to gain a palpable charge.

 

 

"The humans ...Those puritan humans....LEad the dead to our gates brother."

[Armoured Priest]

Gorgira's eyes first grew wide in surprise, but then narrowed in anger. "Those damn fanatics are willing to sink that low now?" he said to him, the metal plates on his arms beginning to pulse red in tune with his heart pulse. "Strong beliefs my scaly ass if they're using ghouls to do their dirty work." he growled. He looked back to Thornen. "How are we going about doing this? We still don't have our old number of warriors from before that swarm attack." he told him.