He sits in the darkness of his Sanctum Sanctorum, pondering on the day's events.
He had planned long for this day. Ever since his 'exile' on this world alien to him.
Always in the shadows, never revealing his presence nor his preparations, he had spent years of patiently studying, scheming, acquiring ressources and amassing power for this very day.
And this day was the day he made his move. At last.
He smiled cruelly as he sent his war machines here and there, to lay siege to one city or settlement at a time, slowly revealing but the surface of his depth of ressources and power.
Then, his finale for the day was the simultaneous sending of war machines to three different locations. A mere glimpse of the extent of his capabilities, for all of Aetheria to see.
"Ah, to think that today was but the first stike, the first phase of my plan." He ponders with much satisfaction.
He then chuckles soflty to himself, remembering the reactions of all those so-called champions and adventurers - how these fools were made to run throughout the world like unthinking rats in a most complex maze, all rilled up and bothered, and left without any clear understanding of the true significance of what was happening!
"Oh, how the feeble leaders of those petty factions must be unnerved after today as well." He thinks darkly. "How shocked, worried and distraught they must be on this night!"
"And oh, how such toughts bring me pleasure." He muses to himself, grinning.
Yes - many of his war machines was destroyed in the end. But his constructs were designed from the start to be expendable and these attacks were never meant to be victorious. Rather, this first strike was meant to foster fear, insecurity ... chaos.
Pure, unabatted, splendid and glorious chaos!
"But now I must finish the preparations for the second phase of my plan - the second strike!" He exclaims aloud, clapping his hands and rubbing them against each other in earnest. "My war machines may have been intentionally easy pickings, but what is to come will be definitively made of deadlier stuff!"
Without further due, Hierarch Primus rises from his chair in order to return to his travails ... with elation.
Much more chaos needs indeed to be spread. Aetheria must be indeed destabilized further, rippened just right for its harvest.
For in the end, this alien, already war-torn world will be his to own and to rule.
With absolute power and finality.
On this night, the walls of the dark Sanctum Sanctorum of Hierarch Primus echo with his cold, cruel and otherwordly laugh.
First Strike
First Strike
Silvanus, God of Nature
Tyr, God of Justice
Greenbeard Ebonwood, Herald of the Gods
Tyr, God of Justice
Greenbeard Ebonwood, Herald of the Gods
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Commander Leona stepped into the room offering a bow to Hierarch Primus then standing perfectly still awaiting her orders. She caught a glimpse of Blade cowering in the corner; she resisted the urge to sneer at the worthless fool and kept her eyes on Primus. She knew the extent of her strength and he was not one to cross.
“You had months of preparation and what have you accomplished? A measly ambush and a kidnapping both, I may point out were total failures. I had to use my machines to soften up those weaklings when that was your job. Now I have much to do before my next strike.” He took on an almost manic smile as the last words were spoken and looking into his eyes she began to sweat her heart rate grew as she looked at the two monstrous creatures behind him, towering over them both staring at her with lifeless eyes.
“I command a large regiment of Avendell guards now, over the last months they are totally loyal to me.” Her smile faltered “To us I meant my lord.”
“Go and await my orders your weak little guards may be a benefit after all.” He didn’t even look at her just a dismissal with a wave of the hand. She bowed and quickly moved towards the door as she heard him turn to Blade “Now little one I have a job for you, 1 last chance to redeem yourself.”
She quickened her pace even more back to Avendell...
“You had months of preparation and what have you accomplished? A measly ambush and a kidnapping both, I may point out were total failures. I had to use my machines to soften up those weaklings when that was your job. Now I have much to do before my next strike.” He took on an almost manic smile as the last words were spoken and looking into his eyes she began to sweat her heart rate grew as she looked at the two monstrous creatures behind him, towering over them both staring at her with lifeless eyes.
“I command a large regiment of Avendell guards now, over the last months they are totally loyal to me.” Her smile faltered “To us I meant my lord.”
“Go and await my orders your weak little guards may be a benefit after all.” He didn’t even look at her just a dismissal with a wave of the hand. She bowed and quickly moved towards the door as she heard him turn to Blade “Now little one I have a job for you, 1 last chance to redeem yourself.”
She quickened her pace even more back to Avendell...
"Wheresoever you go,
go with all your heart." - Confucius
go with all your heart." - Confucius
Kirgar Kneecapper appeared in Neversummer after hearing the call of a green toed or nosed god warning about a Dead Dragon. It was Greenbeard of course, but to the dwarf green wasn't a colour to be associated with a beard, so it had to be a toe or a nose to him.
"Wait a sec, a dead dragon?" he thought "What is this fuss all 'bout? If 'e's dead 'e's no threat no more"
Neversummer City was bustling with activity. A big group crowded the Mercantile Plaza. Some were slaying the Defenders other chatting friendly. But not long after reaching them, Kirgar listened to a group talking about the Dracolich Guulzhor the Mighty.
It had been spotted at the gates. Just outside of the ancient town. But after slaying most of the champions, it left with a big clap of it's bony wings and disappeared over the walls into the town.
The adventurers weren't ready. Their faces didn't show the confidence of fighting monsters all their live. This creature from the tombs was a new and very dangerous risk. Everything they had learned, everything they had gathered so far to fight this monster, suddenly wasn't sufficient.
A roaring voice appeared from nowhere warning everybody Guulzhor the Mighty had been sighted in the Greystone District of Neversummer. Where the rich and well situated folk had their residences, it left a big wave of sorrow and impotence.
Like one the adventurers rose and hurried to the threatened area. If it had to be they would die for the salvation of their world. Almost all champions known on Aetheria were trying to repell the invasion.
As they reached the District, the Dracolich was waiting apparently smugly at the center of the place. It was controlling a round stonepaved site surrounded by a fence, open on 4 cardinal points. The fence was a hindrance for the winged lich. As it didn't want to get airborne, too eager to slay all which crossed it's path.
The desperate group tried to rush it. To hit it with sometimes insufficient weapons and means. But they still tried. Many died in the first moments of the epic battle. But all were raised from the dead to reenter the battle as if nothing had happened. The clerics were busy with attending the fallen and damaging the undead dragon. They and the druids seemed to be the only attendants to damage it at all.
After a long fight with sometimes chaotic events, the champions were killing each other - overzealous to get to the undead being.
Meanwhile Kirgar noticed that he wasnt apt at hitting it either. "Darn Dragon" he thought "why's 'e attackin'? Can't enjoy an ale nowadays anymore. Always fightin' and slayin'!"
But his thoughts were interrupted the moment the Dracolich decided to hunt the poor dwarf. He tried to flee then drank as many heal potions as possible, as the dragon turned away, finding a new victim, he tried to hit, but in vain.
And again the Dragon faced him. This time all were dead around him. Thus the dwarf decided to stand no more and flee around a house built like a palace. It was so hilarious that he turned once and shouted at the pursuer "PUT PUT PUT", acting like a chicken. He had lost his mind. Indeed his insane laughter didn't last long as he crossed the line to death in an instant. Reached by the Dracolich he couldn't prevail.
But at last something like some order came into the ranks of the champions. Fresh forces appeared and began to hit it with more accuracy and the right spells. Even as the champions died by the score sometimes felled by their own, the Dracolich at last noticed them. There was pain. Something like fear crossed it's burning eyes.
After a long and painful battle, the buildings of the Greystone District showed that they had suffered severe damage. Everywhere were signs of spells gone awry, marks of the passing of the pounding and crushing beast. But at last it was vanquished. By the effort of the heroes Aetheria could breath again. Only to await it's two brothers sent by Hierarch Primus.
Kirgar Kneecapper wasn't very friendly to the cleric raising him. As fast as he could he returned to Avendell where he found his favourite seat. He drowned the memories of this chaotic battle in ale. And he vowed to never ever get ensnared by the luring calls of such a battle again. Sic!
PS. Thanks a lot Greenbeard, it has been great fun having been hunted by Guulzhor the Mighty.
Next time I bring Qilué. She is a cleric at least.
"Wait a sec, a dead dragon?" he thought "What is this fuss all 'bout? If 'e's dead 'e's no threat no more"
Neversummer City was bustling with activity. A big group crowded the Mercantile Plaza. Some were slaying the Defenders other chatting friendly. But not long after reaching them, Kirgar listened to a group talking about the Dracolich Guulzhor the Mighty.
It had been spotted at the gates. Just outside of the ancient town. But after slaying most of the champions, it left with a big clap of it's bony wings and disappeared over the walls into the town.
The adventurers weren't ready. Their faces didn't show the confidence of fighting monsters all their live. This creature from the tombs was a new and very dangerous risk. Everything they had learned, everything they had gathered so far to fight this monster, suddenly wasn't sufficient.
A roaring voice appeared from nowhere warning everybody Guulzhor the Mighty had been sighted in the Greystone District of Neversummer. Where the rich and well situated folk had their residences, it left a big wave of sorrow and impotence.
Like one the adventurers rose and hurried to the threatened area. If it had to be they would die for the salvation of their world. Almost all champions known on Aetheria were trying to repell the invasion.
As they reached the District, the Dracolich was waiting apparently smugly at the center of the place. It was controlling a round stonepaved site surrounded by a fence, open on 4 cardinal points. The fence was a hindrance for the winged lich. As it didn't want to get airborne, too eager to slay all which crossed it's path.
The desperate group tried to rush it. To hit it with sometimes insufficient weapons and means. But they still tried. Many died in the first moments of the epic battle. But all were raised from the dead to reenter the battle as if nothing had happened. The clerics were busy with attending the fallen and damaging the undead dragon. They and the druids seemed to be the only attendants to damage it at all.
After a long fight with sometimes chaotic events, the champions were killing each other - overzealous to get to the undead being.
Meanwhile Kirgar noticed that he wasnt apt at hitting it either. "Darn Dragon" he thought "why's 'e attackin'? Can't enjoy an ale nowadays anymore. Always fightin' and slayin'!"
But his thoughts were interrupted the moment the Dracolich decided to hunt the poor dwarf. He tried to flee then drank as many heal potions as possible, as the dragon turned away, finding a new victim, he tried to hit, but in vain.
And again the Dragon faced him. This time all were dead around him. Thus the dwarf decided to stand no more and flee around a house built like a palace. It was so hilarious that he turned once and shouted at the pursuer "PUT PUT PUT", acting like a chicken. He had lost his mind. Indeed his insane laughter didn't last long as he crossed the line to death in an instant. Reached by the Dracolich he couldn't prevail.
But at last something like some order came into the ranks of the champions. Fresh forces appeared and began to hit it with more accuracy and the right spells. Even as the champions died by the score sometimes felled by their own, the Dracolich at last noticed them. There was pain. Something like fear crossed it's burning eyes.
After a long and painful battle, the buildings of the Greystone District showed that they had suffered severe damage. Everywhere were signs of spells gone awry, marks of the passing of the pounding and crushing beast. But at last it was vanquished. By the effort of the heroes Aetheria could breath again. Only to await it's two brothers sent by Hierarch Primus.
Kirgar Kneecapper wasn't very friendly to the cleric raising him. As fast as he could he returned to Avendell where he found his favourite seat. He drowned the memories of this chaotic battle in ale. And he vowed to never ever get ensnared by the luring calls of such a battle again. Sic!
PS. Thanks a lot Greenbeard, it has been great fun having been hunted by Guulzhor the Mighty.
Next time I bring Qilué. She is a cleric at least.