Warlords Of Stone & Blood

Ah so this isn't a challenge so don't get your hopes up. I have tried making my stories interactive but it just stresses me out so I won't do that.

I am going to type a story for one of my sets Warlords Of Blood and stone. If you are interested you can read along. I'm not going to put this on the saga section like my interactive story for my former set.


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    Prologue Part I - The Tundras Of Flöghorn

    Art by Franklin Chan

    The winds howl fiercely as the icy cold voraciously devours all but few within its icy maws. Frozen blades and clad steel march against the fierce snow, as soldiers bear arms against the overwhelming blizzard their fingers vapid among the voidlesness of Flöghorn. It has been 15 months since the General Gander III under the command of the throne sent this fruitless march to clear the southeastern trade roots, roots that have been monopolised by the cannibalistic tribes of frost giants under the watch of Vforn The Frost Bone. A march of 5000 men strong, reduced to 350 scared and weak. Soldiers forced to resort to cannibalism in order to survive, and the sick left behind under the frozen care of these unruly lands. "One march!!!" a man the squad leader shouts with less than vigor, as they move with lethargy among the crusted ice with necrosing gangrenous fingers under their stiff armor before being ambushed by a group of frost giants under the command of the very scourge the seek to negotiate with.


    limb by limb a rose red is painted across the cold as as armor and bone are broken all the same. To the frost giants, all is the same. The weak helpless soldiers can only wait in fear as their ranks break upon the sight of their devoured squad leader. Swords are raised meaninglessly as the brutal warlord Vforn crushes skull after skull. When all is done a diluted pink is encrusted along the snow, as the remnants of the soldiers become mummified within seconds. The giants begin to march back to base when all of a sudden they feel a weird pulse of energy and fall unconscious. Vforn being the purest of the giants only gets knocked unconscious, but when he comes to, nothing but withered husks remain of his hunting party.

    End of prologue part 1
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    Prologue Part II - Brood and Horn

    Art by Brotherwise Games

    *clang* *clang* *clang* steel rings across the borders of Jotmir and Iron Keep as blades clash upon blades in the blood soaked land of Gameer. For 3 years now Gameer has been the site of conflict between two merciless war tyrants. Zabu, The Iron Minotaur, who rose to power through mutiny, betraying the former thane of the fort Alzar, The Mad. Most call him a monster. A man born with the strength of ten men, his claim to fame rose when he single handedly took an army of 50 men outnumbered, dawning his fabled iron horn helmet. A ruthless killer, he has pillaged, plundered, killed, and mascaraed to expand his keep's territory. But his greed and thirst for battle knows no bound. He now seeks to claim the lands of Gameer using his steel guards, and push further into Jontar's lands and claim Jotmir for himself.


    On the other side there is Jontar, a fierce warrior at heart with no fear for blood. Jontar single handedly fathered the fierce wildernesses of the red sand desert to single handedly forge the kingdom of Jotmir. Alzar bore no heed to Jontar because he underestimated Jontar's influence, but with time Jontar's company grew and he forged a kingdom. Seeing the land progress, Alzar desired to have them for himself, and invaded but was felled by Jontar before being betrayed by his own in a last plea for help. Jontar has fell threat after threat in order to establish his power, some from within some from the outside. He keeps the skull of every worthy adversary or foe he makes as a part of his throne and a reminder of his dominance. He now stands yet again between Zabu's path.


    Scream after scream, clang after clang, grimace after grimace, go back and forth as the warriors stand to battle each other. Zabu cleaves three soldiers of Jontar with ease as he makes his way to Jontar, who easily dispatches two at once. Zabu begins to charge at Jontar picking up momentum as Jontar's warriors try to get into his way with little success. Soldiers fly into the air as Zabu's army begins chanting their war cry. Just as Zabu gets close and Jontar almost cleaves his neck, they all freeze. A silence unheard of in 3 years spreads in the battlefield before both sides' armies collapse, leaving Jontar and Zabu standing but weakened.

    End Of Prologue Part 2
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    Prologue Part III - Grathusk The Great

    Art by scribble path studios

    Deep in the untamed salt marshes of Kalthur seven miles east of the elven forest of Eskara war drums ring fervorently. Ogres, orcs and beasts carry heavy logs and masonry as they construct their brutal war like buildings in the city of Clan Ulgar. Within the city sits the Blood G'orr arena, a brutal arena where the disgraced of Kalthur fight for their right to survive. Ogres, orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, and viashino chant wildly among the side as two warriors contend. The five chiefs sit on the center thrones as Grathursk the greatest of them sits on the center throne. The current contender and champion of the arena chose by Grathusk to ensure none of the disgraced leave the arena unbeheaded fells champion after champion as the red soils of Blood G'orr are painted even redder and redder. The champion lets out a chant that pumps fervor into the hearts of the observors by the side. The champion in his arrogance then turns to the chiefs. "Grathusk!!!" the crowd goes silent for a while, "you sat in that throne as chief for ages while Trughar does your dirty work, well no more. I Thrughar, challenge you for the title of Chief." The cloud goes silent in part anticipation and part fear. Clan Khar'th's Chief stands to speak "Trughar, you disgrace my clans name, you are not born from a noble clan, nor are you son of a chief, and yet you dare commit treason against the grand chieftain?" The Ogre in the arena ignores the chieftains remark. Grathusk gets up and picks up his hammer chuckling "I accept your challenge Trughar, but should you fail, your family shall answer to me as well."


    Roaring booms in the arena as the bystanders cheer. The crowd at the side grows larger and larger as message travels by word of the chieftain fighting. War drums ring by the side as Grathusk walks in the arena and orders the guards to get Trughar more proper armor. Trughar with a massive shield and war blade rushes towards Grathusk and swings heavy cleaves that are deflected by Grathusk's hammer. Grathusk swings his hammer at Trughar as he blocks with his shield unsuccessfully. The shield buckles like a leaf under the weight of Grathusk's hammer as he is sent flying across the arena bearly landing in his feet. Before Trughar can catch his breath a hammer descends upon him as he blocks with his war sword causing it to bend, the strike is followed by another, and another. Before Grathusk turns and lifts his hammer letting out a war cry causing the crowds to go louder than ever before. Grathusk turns descending his hammer for one final strike. Thrugar drops his sword as he barely dodges out of the way, the strike crushing the ground beneath it. Grathusk then lifts the hammer and follows with another surely fatal swing but then a wave of dread washes across the arena. Most bystanders faint, some resist it, but Grathusk and the chiefs remain mildly unaffected. Whatever the energy was, it seemed to have dissipated quite a bit, but for now it will have to wait. Grathusk descends the hammer painting the arenas of Blood G'orr even redder.

    End Of Prologue Part 3
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    Chapter One - An Old Foe

    Art by Verhasselt

    White walls of chalk like marble walls line the outskirts of the kingdom of Gladius, towering over the cities they protect, unchallenged by any but those who seek death. In it's capital of Vikn, within the courts of Niran's castle of Victory keep sits three figures of high esteem. The first figure who sits to the left of the table sits Yora, the half elf queen who successfully united most humans and elves under the alliance of the late queen of Truilia and quelled hate amongst them; In the middle sits Niran. Niran once a great gladiator and an undefeated champion, became king when he took reigns against the immortal knight Crag once he had felled the king of Gladius, formerly known as Arid Vale. Niran served as inspiration and motivation for the few that remained in the wake of the destruction, and for that was awarded the title of the champion king. In his over 25 years of reign none have dared challenge the Kingdom Of Gladius; To the left sits a renowned commander, under the instructions of the throne of Kalvor Gander the III. They each sit in the table as they discuss the events that transpired in the past few weeks.

    The march General Gander sent has not returned word of their successes living the General fearing of their demise under the cannibalistic tribes of frost giants that reside north of them, in their attempt to clear up the trade routes. To add to the mounting concerns, a burst of necrotic energy seems to have affected kingdoms across the lands which has lead to casualties within the surrounding area. The last time such magics where used was in 50 years ago when Craig used it before the war of Arid Vale began, to propagate his ascension into a lich knight and gain power. Gander remarks about the unlikeliness of this spell being casted by Clan Ulgar or the Kingdom Of Flöghorn because despite their reluctance to co-operate, informants of King Of Kalvor state that they where most likely affected. Yora quickly confirms that it couldn't be the barbarian's leader Jontar, nor could it be Zabu because they are too consumed in their long standing war. Eventually the trio reaches a consensus that the cause of this spell is most likely the hostile elves of Northwestern Eskara, or the further North West Kingdom of Guldrazz lead by the Spell Tyrant Sha Du Mar. With that, Yora decides to offer passage to Gander's party through Southern Eskara forest so they can avoid the conflict near iron keep and investigate the matters. Before the groups part, Yora remarks that she can not guarantee safe passage through the northern parts of Eskara, and that Gander should send his party with care.


    End Of Chapter One
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    Chapter Two - A Conflict Birthed Part I

    Art by Sanghyun Kam

    Gander and his cavalry travel west bound towards their Kingdom Of Kalvor to report their findings. Upon arriving they are greeted at the border of the kingdom walls by a minor skirmish between troops from the Clan Thrugar of Kalthur. Their chief stands with them in combat with shamanic prowess as he dominates thee few soldiers that dare take him on. Meanwhile Orcs and Ogres alike tear through the minor defenses of the armored soldiers taking three or more of them before they fall. General Gander taps his horse lightly with his boot as he commands his elite cavalry to reinforce. They charge into combat beheading the enemy troops with their superior mobility. Gander slashes and cleaves mercilessly as he moves from soldier to solder with is clean silver sword.

    The tides are turning for the forces of Kalvor when a stray blast of negative energy similar from the one before bursts forward, knocking Gander of his stead. Gander rolls for a while before tumbling in his feet to block the next blast from the shamanic chief. The soldiers who rush him are repelled by the shockwave from his staff as he slams it in the ground. "Cursed Kalthurs, it was thee that cast that foul magic all along I should have known it" Gander remarks. "Do not be afraid human, Grathusk and the other chieftains have nothing to do with this. I have been promised greater ambitions by the death god. No longer will I have to live in the shadow of Grathusk, that foul excuse for a cheiftain. His family stole my fathers throne by rite of conquest and maintained it through fear. A betrayal by his own brother. I shall something far greater. Once the rest of the Kingdoms fall, the Clan Ulgar will be the one to blame. In the chaos, I will seize power and rule it all." As Thogar the chieftain finishes his sentence, he sends another blast towards Gander who blocks it narrowly. Gander rushes in swinging as the shaman evades, as the shaman returns blasts his direction. The remaining guards rush to get reinforcements, but when they see Gander has the upper hand they decide to hold off. Gander cleaves, slashing the shaman's chest before kicking him behind as he falls to the ground leaving his staff behind. Gander rushes in to finish Thogar, as Thogar lets out a grin and starts lifting up his hand *stab*. Red blood drips on the ground, spreading across the parched grass of the keep. Sputters of blood are let out in simultaneous coughs as a sword covered with blood drops down. 


    End Of Chapter two.
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    Chapter Three - The Wild March Part I

    Art by Andreas Rocha

    two months later
    Armored troops march from the kingdom of Kalvor march through Southern Eskara with Queen Yora's blessing. It's been a while yet disturbances continue to mount from the mysterious source. Gander leads the charge. As they march through the forest in tandem with the some Truilian troops and queen Yora's second lieutenant Traben, elven, human and even some half elf troops observe from the tree tops and sides with their weapons neutral as the troops pass by and head North.The journey is long and treacherous but for the most part it is uneventful save for a few bandits here and there. It is the fifth day of the march and the soldiers have set camp until they are ambushed by a mysterious force. Soldiers awaken to the sound of loud roaring.

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    Gander and the company bear arms as they prepare to defend against the massive behemoth. Soldiers shoot arrows at the massive beast as it charges but it tears through the several armored soldiers with it's beastly maw. Several soldiers from the Truillian battalion under the command of Traben fire arrows with ghastly precision towards the one of the beasts eye blinding it as it turns in rage to strike at it's assailants. Soldier scramble to dodge as several of them promptly get crushed. Gander rushes in but he lacks the usual tact and combat prowess he usually has as he clumsily strikes the beast with shocking success. Three more beasts of a slightly smaller build rush by tearing through the ranks even more, but they are quickly dispatched by groups of Kalvorian and Truilian soldiers.

    The troops survey their losses as Gander drops his sword and picks up a bow and promptly aims it into seemingly nothing in the trees and hits an elf from a far knocking it of it's beastly steed. He marches towards it with his sword as the elf remarks "These lands are of limit Kalvorian. These lands belong to the beasts and nature around here."  Gander to his soldier's horror picks up the sword, and uses the blade's flat to crush it's larynx. The soldiers from the Truilian battalion are left uneased, but more so than that, soldiers from the Kalvor battalion worry about Gander's new found blood lust. While the soldiers from both sides spend their time assessing their losses, burying the dead and making camp, Traben examines the body of the crushed elf known as The Wild One. He eyes the arrow wound suspiciously as he pulls out the arrow from the necrotic wound. The march continues on through the forests of Eskara.


    End Of Chapter Three Part I
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    Chapter Four - Wild March Part II

    Art by Taiga

    The soldiers tread the upper North forests, their ranks having suffered by one fifth from the Wild One as well as elven ambushes by Zariel's rogue elves, since they began their two thousand army march. They treak through the forests anticipating ambushes. The weary soldiers know that they can not rest and they must push through. It has been two weeks since the campaign began and the soldiers are running low on provisions. As wild luck has it Zariel's warriors do not seem confrontational....yet. As they are marching through the forests under the watch of Zariel's troops above the trees, Gander subtly raises a finger causing one of his soldiers to suddenly raise their bow against their will and fire an arrow into one of the hiding elves causing them to die. Traben turns to reprimand the soldier, but before he can a hail of enchanted arrows rains down causing some soldiers to be wounded while most hide behind their iron shields. Gander yells out a command "Men, they are the aggressors, attack." Traben side eyes Gander but also gives the order for his troops to mobilize as well.

    Elemental arrows rain from all directions as the ally soldiers sprout branches, freeze and explode. The Truilian troops have no problem handling the archers or ground troops due to the flexibility of their troops. The Kalvor's though suffer heavy losses due to the their lack of dominance off the ground. Gander is forced to constantly duck behind his shield as arrows continuously rain down on his direction. He runs and slashes clumsily but heavily taking a few soldiers down. Before a red hot arrow hits his shield causing an explosion that launches him aside. Zariel walks out firing a rapid volley of unnaturally fast arrows. The arrows find the Truillian troops with ease knocking them down as Zariel's forces offer support. Gander goes and picks up another shield but almost instantly has to raise it when Zariel takes aim towards him, as a streaking green arrow hits the shield breaking it and launching him back. Traben manages to take down multiple soldiers but an arrow soon finds his shoulder. Zariel snaps the arrow and rushes to help Gander as he draws his lightsword forcing Zariel to block.

    Gander and Traben attack together rushing at Zariel who still seems to have the upper hand. Traben remarks at how rusty Gander's fighting has gotten but Gander rushes forward ignoring the remark and switching to a more aggressive strategy. Gander pommels Zariel with his hilt knocking him down. Gander continuously hacks, slashes and pommels for minutes before gaining composure. When he turns Traben shakes his head disappointedly at him as the remaining men Zariel commanded surrender their arms as their supplies are looted from them. When all is done, a third of the army has fallen.

    End Of Chapter Four Part II
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    Chapter Five - A Short Rest

    Art by Ruxing Gao

    It has been a grizzly march through the forests. The soldiers leave the forests of Eskara weary and shaken. Northern arctic frosts symbolize a new challenge ahead of them. The soldiers set camp and establish banter between both respective armies. Gander fails to leave his tent further prompting the various rumors spreading about the camps. The soldiers share rations as they express doubt in the more recent Gander, comparing his recent exploits to the ones that made him the once renowned knight of Kalvor. As he listens from the corner, Traben can't help but agree in silence with the soldiers in regards to Gander soldiers about his odd mannerisms and ogre like combat strategies. The soldiers continue their chats eventually transitioning to more worldly matters before heading to rest.

    Deep in the night

    Odd hues of crimson red emanate from Gander's tent while the soldiers are deep in rest. Two of the weary watch guards out of the five decide to go investigate the source of the illumination, but upon arriving they are assured by Gander that it is nothing to be concerned about.
    The next morning

    "stand in place!" Gander asserts a military like command to the Kalvorians as they form file behind the commander in preparation for the march. Traben utters an word meaning a similar phrase to the Truilian's in a dialect consisting of a mixture of common tongue and elvish. The Truilian's have come to incorporate elven and human culture in their daily lives since the merging of their armies under Yora's crown. All the armies form file as they march forward through the icy peaks of the unclaimed barens of Icemir.

    End Of Chapter Five
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    Chapter Six - Graveyard To A Sword

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    "It appears the winds have calmed" Gander says to Traben as he lowers his shield as they march into the land known only as the unclaimed territory. Swords line the flat surroundings which offer little cover but the soldiers' armors for either of the assaulting or defending sides should an assault occur. Rusted and new; silver and bronze; longsword and short, all manner of swords line the ground. Some logged in the open maws of giant like bones, some in the torsos of more humanoid skulls. All manner of bones litter the surroundings, and the tale tale bronze of rusted blood surrounds most if not all of the swords. The soldiers march for hours within the untamed scapes when suddenly one steps on a recently mutilated body's skull. The soldier rolls back in fear as the realize that the face belongs to non-other than a little youngling, possibly conscripted at the age of 13 full moons. The soldier screams in agony as Gander approaches and offers a pitiful look of disgust towards the soldier. "Get up and fall in rank soldier, least you draw attention to us." The soldier looks at Gander hesitantly, could this be the man he once looked up to? "NOW!" Gander yells prompting the soldier to form rank.

    Twenty minutes of awkward silence go by as the Kalvors and Truilians march across the silent lands, then suddenly, a stray sword meets a soldier's throat causing them to gargle in agony, the soldiers look up as Gander instructs them to raise their shields. The Truilians do the same but their lighter shields built for mobility are easily penetrated by the heft of most of the swords causing massive casualties on their side. The armies push through the assault before encountering a feminine figure hovering meters above them. The figure issues a warning, "further transgressions will not be tolerated upon my land Gander. You and yours should have known from the treaty that passage through my territory is forbidden." Gander slowly lowers his shield as he assesses the casualties "We have urgent business with Sha'du'mar, the journey would have cost us another two more weeks to complete had we avoided your lands." Traben turns in anger and faces Gander "You lead my army in harms way without an armstice? I would have never known the great knight to be so reckless." Gander ignores Traben and continues addressing  the figure. "We will be out of your way soon so allow us passage." The figure muses for a second before ultimately responding "The only way through here is with blood." Shaer rains swords on the armies as they are forced to maintain rank in order to flee as Gander issues a tactical retreat. Clearly there is no way they can deal with Shaer without suffering massive casualties so they flee with their shields over head as they struggle to lose Shaer and head towards the spell tyrant's keep.

    End Of Chapter Six
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    Chapter Seven - The Tyrant's Breath Part I

    Art by Michael Wang

    The army steadily enter the North West Kingdom of Guldrazz and dark clouds loom over it's frost covered terrain. purple streaks of arcane lightning burst from the sky, striking the jagged distortions that are the peaks of Gul sending debris flying amongst the sharp winds. As expected the environment and the inhabitants of it are hostile. As the army marches through they face no shortness of troubles. The drazz army launches proxy warfare using its dragon knights as they rain fireballs down on the withering army. As they march further and further the amount of soldiers they have to deal with becomes apparent as Gander and Traben begin to question whether their enemy had been anticipating their arrival. As the army approaches the castle they come to the realization that they have reached a dead end. A massive chasm stands between their way. It seems that the only way across to the castle will be through the jagged aether mountains. Two more hours pass by as the collected company decides to take a detour through Gallows Peak, everything is going well until a drazzian dragon spits flame on the back of the mountain passage cutting the armies in half as they fall to their demise. After hours of marching the company approaches Guldrazz Castle and in their way stands a massive Drazz army. The armies charge into each other as spells, arrows and swords clash amongst each other. Traben and Gander cleave through the army the massive army despite their superior numbers as they make their way through the Drazz army. As more Guldrazz reinforcements approach, Traben looks at Gander and nods to him, signaling to him that Traben will lead the fighting outside. Gander cleaves his way into the castle and makes his way in.

    As Gander bursts through the doors he his assailed by fireballs from a swarm of spell swords as he lifts his shield up in defense and blocks them. They rush at him with maces and swords, but he parries and blocks becoming slightly overwhelmed as time goes on. Gander manages to demolish the small force as he joltz through the marble halls. From the side three mages zoom from the sky launching fireballs towards Gander as he weaves and dodges. A stray fireball approaches Gander way faster than he can block, forcing him to turn and slash it. The fireball explodes launching Gander through a wall. Gander injured gets up in placing a hand on his wounds causing it to heal. Gander rushes through the new hall as the wizards zoom by. Gander turns a corner sliding behind a pillar as the mages approach. Gander unsheathes his sword and places it in the way of the mages who are moving way to fast to stop, causing them to become decapitated. Gander cleans his blade with their robes as he approaches the the main hall of Sha'du'mar. 


    End Of Chapter Seven Part I
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    Chapter Eight - Tyrant's Breath Part II

    Art by Ming Chang

    "State your business human." Sha'du'mar directs his ire at Gander "You have walked into my domain and caused chaos within it." Gander lift up his sword nobly and responds with an uncharacteristic smile facing away from the door just as Traben bursts through the door behind and draws his bow "You have caused much harm to the people of these realms, especially the people of Kalvor and Truilia, and for that I seek to bring you to justice." The dragon mage turns and hisses "Enough of your heresy, I have done no such thing shaman." Gander lowers his sword for a moment and loses his smirk for a second as Traben directs a question to him "What does he mean by Sham..." Before Traben can finish his question. Gander picks up his sword and charges Sha'du'mar but the sword is stopped by an invisible force causing Gander to be launched to the wall of the chamber. Traben fires a volley of arrows at a Sha'du'mar which all fall short of their target before exclaiming under his breath "force shields," Traben pulls a disenchanted and fires it at Sha'du'mar finding his target on Sha'du'mar's left arm. Traben begins preparing a second arrow when a burst of lightning zooms by causing him to duck and his quiver to unattach from him. He struggles to dodge as the arrows from his quiver are levitated towards him by Sha'du'mar like darts on a dart board. Traben is about to be cornered when from the side Gander attempts to tackle Sha'du'mar who grabs him by the throat and launches him through the window, and into another tower. Sha'du'mar picks Traben by the neck and begins heating up his hands causing Traben's skin to begin searing. In fear, Traben removes his short sword and attempts to stab Sha'du'mar but he grabs it with his scaled hand and begins melting it while still holding Traben. "I must commend you for lasting beyond a mere second, goodbye." Right as Sha'du'mar is about to finish Traben, a gutteral scream of rage eminates through the broken window as Gander leaps up the building with inhuman strenght and launches his sword towards Sha'du'mar's right shoulder pushing him into a wall causing Traben to fall. Gander rushes with spead towards sha'du'mar and pushes the sword deep causing Sha'du'mar's arm to sever. The dragon screams in agony as it lets out an intense blast of continuous force towards Gander causing him to scream in pain as he bleeds from his nose. Quickly Traben grabs his bow and lets out a voley of three arrows causing Sha'du'mar to begin fleeing towards the window. Gander gets up and rushes after the exausted dragon born as he leaps out of the window and lands lets out a whistle. Right before he plummets to the ground, a massive dragon unlike the other ones before swoops in and grabs Sha'du'mar zooming with him to the skies not to be seen again. Traben begins heading for the throne to grab Sha'du'mar's staff as proof of their victory, suddenly a blade goes through his heart. As Traben lies there bleeding, Gander walks past him grabbing the staff and breaking off the crystal, as Traben's conscious fades to the sound of maniacal laughter.


    End Of Chapter Eight Part II
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    Chapter Nine - A Conflict Birthed Part II

    Art by Mike Daarken Lim

    A blast of necrotic energy launches a figure into the runed pillars of a circle in Guldrazz. It appears Sha Du Mar has ran short on his luck. His dragon mount lays dead besides him as he reels back in fear his cauterized arm injury reopening. Surrounding the area, lies the bodies of many soldiers Truilian and Kalvorian, felled not to him, but another instead. Sha Du Mar tries to conjure a spell weakly as the runes around him begin to activate, but only manages to cough up blood as he looks in fear then *crush*. A necrotic vortex bursts from the rune circle in the peak of Gul as the multiple channels surrounding it filter mana into it that promptly becomes corrupted by the vistor's presence. The energy scatters around the distorted surroundings, distablizing the lands and causing bolts of purple lightning to streak through. Dozens of Drazzian dragons and dragon knights fall from the due to the intense blast of necrotic energy as they wither into nothing more than flowering husks. The warriors and mages on the ground face no better fate, as the pulse spreads killing with rapid succession. Within hours the channels of Drazz have been depleated as the lands of Drazz become more unstable.
    One week later

    Deep in the main courts of Truilia, a general speaks "The Kalvorians have betrayed us. We have to act, to not act will be an insult to all the soldiers who you risked by placing them under his hand. You must stand with us or you are against us." Yora sits in the throne "I agree we must act, but we must act with caution. I must admit, I had not imagined Gander to be this kind of person. I had always imagined Gander to be more noble than this, but only a few passings ago, the channels of Gul opened unleashing another wave of necrotic blasts. This warrants action." Outside of Truilia calvaries mount with bows and swords as they form units outside ready to head out to war. Foot soldiers march coating their bows in poison as they ready themselves for war. Volley after volley of practice arrows are shot in the practice grounds from presumably rookie soldiers under the watch of veterans, as they hit robin hood after robin hood in the shooting ranges. Elsewhere in the training fields, short swords slash through tree and log as if it was butter as the conscripts work on their foot work and swordsmanship. Yora against the better judgement of her advising council decides to lead the march.

    End Of Chapter Nine Part II

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    Chapter Ten - The Crowns Twice Fallen

    Within the royal courts of Kalvor Generals sit in a round table amongst the throne of Kalvor, King Eldvar as Gander warns them of the imminent threat of the invading Truilians. Gander spends the next fourty minutes explaining the betrayal of Traben and Yora to their efforts during the march to Drazz and how ultimately he had to kill Traben. Upon some deliberation from the generals, they all agree to prepare a garrison to defend themselves. 

    Three days pass and the invading army goes unseen until a third dawn when a massive force lays foot upon the Kalvorian ground. The soldier withing the Kalvor outpost rushes to awaken some of the sleeping guards as war horns go off and Kalvorian soldiers march out of camp. Battalions of soldiers consisting of soldiers, commanders and generals rush to armor up as some mount on horseback and prepare to defend the throne. Meanwhile one of the soldiers who sounded the horn is meat with a threaded arrow to their throat. Archers rush to mount up to the walls but as quickly as they mount they are taken out with the superior Truilian archers. The Truilian's use their tributchets to fire arrows at massive speed towards and above the doors of the city walls breaking it down. It is at that moment that the castle doors go down and the warriors charge at each other lead by Gander among other generals. Blow after blow is traded as the more aggressive Truilians dominate the Kalvorians on both land and ground. The tides of battle shift between both sides with each General after general falling on each side. Meanwhile within the castle keep, soldiers fall left and right as the Truilian Drumaaz poison solder after soldier in their unhindered passage towards the royal court. They approach the chambers and slaughter the queen and king with ease, passing their royal guards like child's play. Meanwhile outside, the Truilian's despite suffering massive casualties continue to dominate the field. Gander notices this and scouts their source of galvanization, Yora. This is finally Gander's chance to rid her for good.

    Gander charges on his armored stead trampling over Kalvorian troops who try to stop him to no avail. Yora notices him approaching and draws her bow firing three shots. The first shot is sliced by Gander's sword causing it to split in the air. The second shot finds the horses eye causing its path to become derailed right in time for the third shot to hit between the armor platings into the knee causing it to fall. Ganders is launched off his horse and sent sliding amongst the dust as he uses the momentum to tumble and slash the legs of Yora's horse causing her to leap off it. Yora fires arrows a vault of arrows as Gander picks up a dead soldier's corpse and uses it to defend himself. Arrow after arrow sticks before he lifts up his sword to strike. Yora pulls her sword rapidly, slashing Gander and spinning before going for a second strike which Gander quickly parries. Yora kicks Gander behind but notices that Gander's weight even in armor is more than he usually weighs. Gander is launched back as he is forced to pick up another sword while avoiding the second volley of arrows that follow him. Truilian soldiers clash with him as he struggles to navigate the battlefield. He rushes in and swings a heavy block at Yora causing her to block. Gander grins as the weight of his sword pushes Yora back. Yora kicks Gander's knee causing it to cave sideways, forcing Gander to break contact. Almost unnaturally, Gander's bones snap back in place catching Yora off guard as she notices the prior cut from before is gone as well. Yora rushes towards gander and picks up a shield launching it at him disorientating him. She then follows it up with a stream of overwhelming strikes from her short sword and volleys from her bow knocking Gander down.

    Yora rushes in to finish Gander, as Gander lets out a grin and starts lifting up his hand causing a stray sword to fly at high speed then *stab*. Red blood drips on the ground, spreading across the parched grass of the keep. Sputters of blood are let out in simultaneous coughs as an elven sword drops down and Yora meets her demise

    Gander rushes in to finish Thogar, as Thogar lets out a grin and starts lifting up his hand *stab*. Red blood drips on the ground, spreading across the parched grass of the keep. Sputters of blood are let out in simultaneous coughs as a sword covered with blood drops down Gander falls down as Throgar's staff leaves a hole in his chest and dies. 

    Gander looks at Yora in her final breath and remarks "I am sorry we had to meet under such circumstances Yora, I hope that you don't hate me two much for using your friend to meet my goals, as you can imagine, its not easy for an Orgre to gain the trust of the Truilians, and gain rank in the Kalvorian army. I hope that you don't spite me too much about it." Yora falls to the ground bleeding as the war goes on and eventually comes to an end. By the end of the war, Kalvor is in ruins but still standing, and the vacuum of power, leaves it easy to invade.

    End Of Chapter Ten

  • edited May 20
    You did apparently, and enough to comment as well lol.

    @Corwinnn I got Waldo the clown here being a douche with their very unique name choice.

    *Marked as resolved* (Thanks Corwinnn)
  • For the record, @Tonysparks, I  enjoyed this  very much,  and loved all the cards in it.  Can't wait to see more. You're one of the best out there.
  • Sorry about this jaggoff  causing you trouble. 
  • @Ashdust Oh no worries. I'm more worried about them bothering others, but thanks. 
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