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Farzad's spell caused the realm to once again ripple and rupture, this time more violently. As the rusted one's miasmic aura grew as the serpent he had summoned bit into flesh. It was answered by a great bears roar and a hideous laugh. In an instant the black mist dispelled showing a giant...

(OOC: Sorry for the late post, I got wrapped up in some real life shit that needed to be taken care of.) Fazard's spell was more than effective at stopping the beast, the thorns that imbedded into it gave opening for him to wrap it in chains, halting it but undoubtedly only fueling the...

As the rusted abomination clashed against the interlinked guard of Fazard's construct, gaining the attention of Dame Sigris, after a cleave she shouted to Gael to, "Gael, one of those flame spout's! HERE! NOW!" With a flick of her rapier hilt a small wall of the reddish ethereal energy, as she...

The radiant blast from Kiros seemed to send ripples of light through the abyssal realm that, seemed to for lack of a better term: cause it pain. Indeed, the radiance of his miracles seemed to offend the foul air that surrounded this place. A familiar voice roared triumphantly within Kiros mind...

Unknown to the undead mages who had cast them the wards that had held back the teeming masses of their now ashen neighbors and kin from dragging them into their ranks had been absorbed by the chains conjured by Fazard, allowing the ashen to simply approach the church and begin grabbing from...

Gael did not divide any concentration from her prayer, but she felt it necessary to answer some of the Lunis's priest's questions as they were now in the same boat. She stood upright with her hands clasped in front of her before speaking, "I am High War Priest to the Réttlæti, and these are my...

Dame Sigris kept cleaving through the hordes, incinerating the foes almost as soon Crows Call sunk into the ash that covered their bones, but for every abomination fed to Sunaris's flame two more rose again from the ashes. In the distance the spirit could see dim lights of the undead being...

As the two landed in the church, the flock gathered quickly moved away leaving them in the center of the circle. They all just stopped and stared at the two before Gael finally spoke, "That's a sign from the War-Father if I ever saw one. RELEASE THE CHOSEN!" The red light had become brighter...

The Warfather smiled as he realized where the duo had ended up, right where he needed them... Just as planned! How wonderful! Just as usual he was proving himself a master of tactition. Then he remembered Itra, he figured he could always go to reunite with this fragment of himself later, right...

(OOC: side note: Fatasimtol means something along the lines of "fate calls" or fate beckons" sort of forgot to leave a translation there...) The warfather's visage's eyes stopped limiting their light, reviling ever so vaguely in the perceived darkness a giant, dark plated, horn helmed figure...

In response the voice answered with a roar one would describe as demonic, "STRÍÐ ÞORIR! (WAR DARES!), Don't mistake your position to be on beyond reprisal, beloved..." The entirety gave pause in to let whatever tyrranid from Itra would come before continuing, "Ah... so this is your chosen...

A third voice found itself within Kiro's prayer, a darker, sterner, beastial voice that interjected in a mocking grandiose tone, "Lunis... hvað er orðið af þér elskan... have you forgotten to act towards your chosen with a bit of grace..?" The voice then paused, as if to wait for some...

The longer you remain here the more you can sense you are being watched, the ashen figures that come into contact with the seeping cast light seem to all be facing your direction, and in the distance one can occasionally hear a faint whisper or a light shuffle as if someone was whispering in a...

(OOC: First some setting music: As you approach you can see the town in the distance, the sky begins to darken to black, revealing no stars or celestial constellations, the air itself is permeated with the scent of damp soot and any noise from wildlife or roaming undead have become utterly...

(OOC: Gonna pass on my next post this turn around, don't want to ruin the ebb and flow of your interaction, and I've got something planned down the road...) Kiros Rahnel Farzad Oldsummer