Irvard strode calmly through the castle halls. The Steel Legion had been contacted by a lesser duke who needed their services. His sword resting on his shoulder as always, and his sabatons clanging loudly with his long, proud strides. When he entered the main hall, where the duke was waiting, he...
Villages burn...
Why do they burn?
Because they have to...
Why?
To increase our strength...
Why do we need strength?
To make them see...
What do we want them to see?
That they were blind all along...
The village was all but destroyed... Mere pockets of resistance were all the remained hidden...
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The City of Vellim was famed around the world not for it's size, not for it's economy or what bare trade it could offer, but instead for the marvel it represented to much of the world.
To many it was a wonder built during a different age, to others it was the...
Méchanteau had believed since forever that necromancers were the most selfish and nihilistic of all creatures. Having heard of the Eternum, and the coven's attempt at an undead nation, he was proven wrong. Not all of his ilk were territorial eccentrics, some were just stupid and very successful...
"I need a new axe. They said you were good."
The blunt voice was accompanied by an equally blunt thud of an axe being dropped onto the wooden counter. Valthar dumped the axe and took half a step back.
The axe itself was well beyond repair. The head itself had several deep notches and was...
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His name was Zeng.
And he was a monster.
So Lazule chased after him. A beacon of light pursuing the fleeing dark.
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Another small village. Annihilated.
Fires burned around her. Pillars of black smoke rising up to the gray clouds above like...
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The group's flight through the woods had seemingly gone well. Albedo still pulled at the Miller, the undead man having nearly tripped a few times on roots and other debris that littered their path. She has talked very little for the rest of their journey, the occasional ghoul poking its head...
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