Fantasy Glorios Ceteri (Reboot/Remake)

[Kabboom]

GLORIOS CETERI​

The Kingdom of Light is on the defensive.

The Darkborne, various creatures and amalgamations of other creatures, coated in pitch blackness, manipulated by a sort of Dark energy, shrouded in mystery, are becoming stronger than ever. Their attacks upon the Kingdom's territory are ceaseless, with unwavering tenacity and numbers. As time went on, both sides were locked in a deadly arms race, with the Darkborne "evolving" to face the Kingdom's defenses, and the Kingdom developing newer, more efficient ways to counter the Darkborne.

On an endless battlefield line of conflict and death such as this one, it is a surprise that Vainlight Valley hasn't met the same fate.

A deep valley, the culmination point of two different mountain ranges ending at a lake, with a diverse umbrella of wildlife, ranging from the tallest of trees to the lowest of grass. Unlike most forests within the Kingdom of Light, this one has very few dangerous animals, and if weren't for the military defense installations, it would rival some of the best sightseeing locations within the realm.

But a storm is brewing. And very few are ready for the thunder.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

ARC 1
A rugged convoy, reinforcements from within the Kingdom of Light, travels on a dirty old road. The sound of hooves clopping on the ground blur together into a hypnotizing symphony of boredom. Their destination: Fort Vainlight, located in a valley of the same name.

Wagon after wagon moves forward slowly, as the lead wagon rider announces that their destination is 10 minutes away. A spirit of boredom befalls the entire convoy, as limited conversations veiled behind the wagon sheets quiet down.

After a few nonchalant minutes of travel through the unassuming dirt, the convoy arrives at Fort Vainlight: a decrepit, almost rotting, obsolete fortress, comprised mostly of wooden logs, and a few iron plates, most prominently a gate. Small towers which used to house heavy Light-magic cannons stand shoulder to shoulder above the ironclad gates, which opened inward for the caravan to enter.

A barren courtyard made up most of the interior, with multiple dug-out shelters presumably for night guards to sleep, and a central hatch into the ground, where a much more complex tunnel system lay, complete with kitchen, armory and barracks. Beneath the soil, lies Fort Vainlight's main source of strength and power.

The reinforcements within the convoy quickly got to work. Infantrymen began offloading supplies from carts, and gunners take to the walls, with some already settling into the tedious lifestyle in Vainlight Valley, as the sun rises, silhouetting a beautiful skyline, along with the extravagant flora, from the feral patches of weeds, to the gigantic trees they grow around.

But a storm is coming. And it is coming soon. Very soon.

Meigui Minyari Pilgrim59 Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

Glorios Ceteri OOC 2
Glorios Ceteri (Reboot/Remake) Characters

 

[Kabboom]

Meigui Minyari Pilgrim59 Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

 

[Dr.Nekoshu]

A mostly quiet ride to the fort, at least in his wagon, which was fine by him a quiet ride meant time to think, time to remember things, and time to keep an eye on his wolven companion that stalked the cart he was in, but that last part was never hard as sitting on the edge of the wagon had its perks. But as the quiet seemed to become even deeper he looked into the wagon at his soon-to-be allies in battle, perhaps sooner than he thought... He wasn't as attuned as his wolven companion, but the fact was that he seemed a bit more wary than usual. Perhaps it was just the new territory, Vainlight valley was never one of his frequent stalking grounds, maybe it was because of the beast that was accompanying the caravan, but none-the-less he was happy to get within the fortress and have his feet on the ground.

Once the caravan began to stop and slow, he was quick to jump off and start to wander, new territory, new rules, new allies, same threat. It was best to learn quick and become accustomed to the land, which meant getting a good view of it, which took Algis to the walls, let the members talk and prepare in their own way, he and his wolf had things to accomplish.
​

Kabboom

 

[idalie]

Gwendolyn “Gwen” Lyfjaberg
As soon as the convoy of wagons had arrived at Vainlight Valley, Gwendolyn was running about setting up the field hospital. No questions asked. Barrels of bandages and fresh water placed to the fringes of the space, whilst wooden cots took up uniform lines on each side of the decently-sized room. Wiping a dainty had across her brow, the healer let out a long sigh before stocking the shelves with ointments and other health concoctions, leaving few to pack into her satchel. Keeping it on her hip specifically.

In a rather form-fitting blue dress, long tresses drawn back, she cut a feminine figure dashing back and forth across the fort. Here and there, doing little things which brought a lighter nature to the oncoming slog that would be the new day-to-day. Breakfast was shovelled into hungry mouths, like feeding time at the zoo, which was consequently why Gwen had decided an apple would suffice till the next meal.

Making her way up onto the walls, amongst the gunners, she propped up her elbows and watched the sunrise. It's golden rays slowly enveloping the morning chill with a warmth which caressed cold skin. Absent-mindedly, biting down upon the fruit in her grasp, Lyfjaberg's attention was divided between the ridiculous actions of young soldiers and fading dawn chorus of birds in their feathered primes. Ah, it'd never felt so good to stretch her legs after being cooped up for so long on bumpy roads. Never had she been so glad to see the looming, crooked structure which looked like it could use more than a lick of paint.

War was something nobody could be fond of, apart from the odd few. Those who benefitted. Nevertheless, there was something she could never really adjust to. Wherever she went, whoever she was among. A sense of foreboding like the world was always on the brink of something. Men would undoubtedly die; boys who had never experienced love, but had decided violence was more honour-worthy. It baffled her, and she'd probably take that confusion to her grave. But now, up against monsters, she had her goal to try and keep each and every patient who needed help alive. Just to spite them. After all, at 28 she was a spinster. Missing her 'prime' to help a war that - 'needed men not healers.' Or so her mother said.​

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthwind Season - Dawn
Hans Weeber
Rear-Echelon Culinary Specialist
Fort Vainlight, Vainlight Valley


​

"BLERHH! By the divines! From whence did you conjure such a wretched cauldron?"

Exclaimed the man donned in white and a steel helmet for a head. While his visage were hidden behind his enclosed helm, most of his peers can see his disgusted expressions.

"But its the ol' recipe from me 'ma! Everyone here loved it!"

Replied the young soldier, turning to the other men, as they shrugged and looked the other directions. Hans sighed and withdrew a clean apron from his rucksack and put it on, making a distinct tying sound as he secure the straps.

"Oh come now, ya farts! Its not that all bad! H-hey! What are you doi-"

The discolored concoction poured onto the stone-cold courtyard by Hans' hands, at the expense of the young lad's sorrowful face. Without further words, Hans got to it, the men watched as he withdrew a sack of potatoes and carrots, along with some jars of grounded seasoning and herbs. In the matter of mere minutes, the roots and starchy crop were diced up nicely and thrown into the boiling saucepot, along with pulps of garlic and celery. Stirring it briefly, Hans sprinkled in some crumbled leaves - a common dweller of the surrounding land.

The men looked at the man with the rustbucket head with awe, as the pleasant aroma of the man's creation had filled the air within the fort. Hans dropped a ladle in the pot and arched his back for a stretch.

"Help yourself, lads."

The band armed themselves with whatever they can afford for a bowl and began digging in to the saucepot's content. Its flavor, although lacking of fancy venison and cooked meat, was sufficient for a filling meal. The potato's starchy personality contributed to the stew's solid texture, accompanied by the pleasant smell of thyme and bay leaves.

"Hey chef, you should stick with us, we'll definitely need this stuff in the front."
"Aye. This is much fancier than Farin's cooking anyways."

The group chuckled for a bit, begging the attention of Hans and those manning the walls.

"I appreciate the thought, lads, but I'm only here to save your stomachs, not your preferences."

Grabbing his rucksack and gears, Hans turned to the lonesome soldier, whose attention was disregarded by his associates. He handed the man his sack of ingredients, along with a scribbled note of cooking essentials.

"The basics of preparing the meal, is hygiene and measured factors. Help yerself and the lads."

Hans patted the man's shoulders, and was greeted with a grateful nod before leaving the fort. Pacing himself slowly, Hans foraged whatever he could find edible in the stretching plains. He caught sight of those manning the walls and waved at them (Algis and Gwen) from afar briefly before a rustling sound from the grassy plains grabbed his attention.

"Ooh! A bunny! Come here, lass, I won't bite."​

 

[Trappy]

Dragan Kolesar

There, in the middle of the silence and peacefulness of Vainlight Valley, Dragan thought his mind could've slipped into a deep sleep. Nothing, there was really nothing at all. His tired eyes slowly lifted open as the early cold wind kissed his scruffy beard and cheeks, welcoming the first Light as it slowly extended its reach across the dark valley. The man then leaned his forehead onto the cold dane axe, and there he said the morning prayers to the Sun's first light, for the Almighty's blessing and protection, for his legion, his Lord and himself.

He rode off alone, away from the convoy as the rider announced that they were only a few minutes away from their destination. He had that privilege, being the battle priest of the legion. He got to have his own ride and a place aside the Lord Commander. However, Dragan always preferred to be among the common troops. He figured if he was really here to motivate the Kingdom's soldiers and push back the vile Dark beasts, then sitting and praying somewhere far behind the front would kind of defeat the purpose, and where's divinity in cowardice?

Having finished praying, the priest lifted himself from the grass, still cold wet with morning dew, and admired the scenery of Vainlight Valley in all of its stunning beauty. To think a place so solitary and peaceful could exist amidst the intensifying combat between Light and Dark - simply incredible. He made his way towards the obedient horse, and began riding toward the columns of cooking smoke - Fort Vainlight.

It didn't take long at all for him to make it back to the legion. Part of the reason being the fact that he had been with an empty stomach for a full day now, as eating on horseback was not quite ideal, and he was dying to have a proper cooked meal. Upon reaching the tall wooden walls, littered with fire-holes manned by some guardsmen on duty, the man waved, signalling his comrades on the wall to open the gates.

 

[Kabboom]

Erik

There he stood upon the walls. The man had quickly adjusted to the life in Fort Vainlight, and is now standing there, quietly staring into the mountains, gazing upon the trees, almost as if desperately trying to imprint every leaf, every branch, every ant that crawls upon their barks, every twig on a bird's nest, tucked beneath the green canopies. The Ereg-blood stood there, trying not to think much, or think at all, and if one were to look at him long enough, it would almost seem like the man was brooding, rather than idly standing by.

He shifted and stirred his body ever so slightly once in a while. His warm suit of armor, especially his fur coat adorning his rough back, was proving to be a bit of a disadvantage in the warm weather of Vainlight Valley. It was not a very wise maneuver on the logistical side of things; surely a nobleman more acclimated to this weather would be a more suitable fit for this post? But Erik doesn't have to ponder much to think of an answer. To put it shortly, the Darkborne do not attack in snowy regions. Not yet, anyway.

The sounds of his comrades-in-arms echo throughout the newly reinforced fortress, and they do not pass through Erik unheard. The constant shuffling of bags, boxes, crates, all vital supplies for the men who were posted here previously. A multitude of conversations could be heard, all at different times, but seemingly all at the same time.

A duo of riflemen chatter loudly between each other, as one inspects a fresh crate of boots.
"Lo, new boots! Bolvis, feast yer eyes!"
"Oh, just you wait, Fenk, the dirt here will send you begging for more soon, hah!"
Somewhere else, a group of infantrymen, freshly dismounted from their wagon, ask a guard for directions.
"Pardon us, do you know where the toiletries are, perchance?"
"Toiletry? What be this magicry? Look all around ye, if you find anything you can wipe yer bum with, that's yer toiletry!"
As the aforementioned guard walks away with a freakish cackle, a trio of riflemen and an archer cook up a harmless game, right beside Erik.
"Ohoh, watch out, lads, we've got a bowman among our ranks! All hail the skillful!"
"Shut yer face, Magris, I am good with me arrows! Just wait an' see!"
"Oh, really? Well then, Sir Miss-a-lot, let's have a friendly wager. You and I, shooting contest, whoever gets the most Wildhares outside the wall wins. If I win, you'll have to scrape me boots for the week!"
"And if I win?"
"If, and I do want to emphasize, if you win, then I'll sell me own musket 'ere! But that's only an if! Haha!"
"Alright, deal! Let's play, snark-ass!"
"Haha, finally! Something less boring around these parts!"

Erik was now a bit interested. After giving only a short glance toward the men involved, his eyes quickly darted to the flora, and begun scanning for any signs of movement, indicative of Wildhare presence.The little critters are no bigger than normal rabbits, but they have four, instead of two eyes, to heighten their alertness to potential predators out in the deep wilds. He could barely make out the silhouette of one, nibbling away at some weeds, when an arrow was let loose and hit it directly in the neck, killing the poor thing almost immediately, with its hind legs twitching erratically for a few brief seconds, before going limp.

The riflemen have graciously given the bowman an unfair advantage: 3 loose arrows, and then the rifleman gets to fire. As the bowman pulls another from his quilt, Erik's eyes returned to the environment, as movement spread through the forest, unmistakably being other Wildhares fleeing from their dead. But the accuracy of a bowman, especially one from the Kingdom of Light, is not something that is over-exaggerated, proven by another arrow pinning a Wildhare to the roots of a small tree, the arrow planting directly between its eyes.

As the bowman prepared his final arrow before the contest truly takes off, a quick-witted rifleman quickly added to this unofficial game. "If ya hit a bird, that's worth twice a Wildhare." Taking on the challenge, the bowman quickly took his eyes away from the ground, and up to the green canopies. The air was tense, as although the Wildhares were quick to run, birds around this area a lot more calm. Alas, one did move, and as the bowman trained his shot, Erik's eyes stuck to the bird like glue, trying to remember its shape, its colors, its innocent chirping before an arrow skewers it.

But at the last possible second, it spread its wings and flew upwards, causing the bowman to be caught off-guard and missed his shot. All three riflemen laughed, as the bow-and-arrow fellow tries to hide his disappointment. But all laughing soon ceased, as they spot something over the horizon, shifting their concentration from the bird. Erik saw it too. Infinitely small, outlined by the brightening sun, three or four black lumps, shaking trees as they are passed, releasing flock after flock of birds up to the skyline, alerted by this unsettling invasion of their homes. As one lump produced a small appendage upwards, seemingly to scout its surroundings, does its nature appear. Erik is always certain of one when he sees it. Pitch black complexion, regardless of lighting, with eyes of luminescent crimson red, there was no other creature that it could be.

Instinctively, he turned to the still-oblivious inhabitants of the Fortress, and bellowed with a commanding voice. "Darkborne on the horizon! Battle stations! Battle stations!" With that said, the riflemen and the bowman quickly returned to their positions, arming themselves in the blink of an eye, as Erik unclasped his scabbard, letting his precious sword flow freely in his hands, still partially sheathed, but ready to be pulled out in the blink of an eye.

Vainlight Valley's reputation could be forever changed after this.

Meigui Minyari Pilgrim59 Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

 

[Dr.Nekoshu]

Algis

The surroundings were nice enough for combat, mostly open, trees surrounding those open parts but if one stood in the open anything that came from the trees could be seen with an observant eye, and the fort was simple enough above-ground to allow for proper fighting and movement, but below-ground may turn to a different story, yet as long as the ground was held that story would not see daylight. Still taking in his surroundings he missed the wave of one helmeted individual who now chose to try and catch a rabbit, but he took note of the healer atop the walls not that far away, and the priest who came in moments within the caravan's arrival. Then his companion seemed to turn towards an different wall of the fort, issuing a soft growl as it had picked up on something a moment before Algis had, the wind had changed became more tense...

Instinctively, he turned to the still-oblivious inhabitants of the Fortress, and bellowed with a commanding voice. "Darkborne on the horizon! Battle stations! Battle stations!" With that said, the riflemen and the bowman quickly returned to their positions, arming themselves in the blink of an eye, as Erik unclasped his scabbard, letting his precious sword flow freely in his hands, still partially sheathed, but ready to be pulled out in the blink of an eye.

It seems the first signs of combat on the horizon had shown themselves, Algis motioned for the wolf to follow suit as he took himself out of the way for those with ranged arms, he had always preferred the closer weapons they held more things as personal...​

 

[Minyari]

Jayce Sharpe
Sharpshooter
Hearthwind Season - Morning
Fort Vainlight, Vainlight Valley​

Jayce's nap would be ruined as the carriage's wheels turning against the paved dirt abruptly halt. The men in the carriage begin to fall out of it, their equipment rattling as they move. Jayce quickly arises, grabbing his weapon, "Hope's End", as he follows the group out. The bright sun of dawn glare upon him as he fixes his cap, looking up and around surveying the area around him. The fort was filled with fun activities as many reinforcements of men would be arriving to garrison this key location. The bustling fort would be filled with cries of orders, men lifting and moving crates, smell of the cooks creating their craft, and many soldiers roaming around as they garrison the fort. Jayce quickly took action, climbing a ladder up to the fort's walls. He'd be surveying the locations of possible enemy positioning and look outs. Upon getting a good feel of the area he'd lean up against the wall, placing Hope's End against the wall besides him, getting a orange carrot out of his pack. He'd give it a good brush before taking a crisp bite into the carrot's tip. Chewing soundly, he'd approvingly nod of the carrot's taste and condition as he takes out a notebook. Upon retrieving the notebook, he'd open it to a specific bookmark. The page held a torn, old - fashioned photograph of his family. He'd smile continuing his deluxe dinning with the carrot.

"Battle stations! Darkborne incoming!", the commanding voices echoed throughout the fort as officers ordered their men, giving notice to every man.

Jayce quickly put his notebook away, finishing his carrot before arising and picking up Hope's End. He'd look over the ledge of the wall, surveying what's in front of him as he lays Hope's End's barrel on the ledge. Taking aim and searching for targets as he awaits their sighting. The darkborne have arrived.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthwind Season - Dawn
Hans Weeber
Rear-Echelon Culinary Specialist
Fort Vainlight, Vainlight Valley
​

The creature, whose fluffy white fur burrowed within the wide palms of the man, lifted its sights towards the wall, cuing the bucket-head cook to do the same at the echoing voice of the commander. Hans released his tiny captive and jogged back to the fort, bypassing the men guarding the half-dug barricades and stakes. Several other footmen passed by him, making distinctive metal steps as they jog by. It was quite a catch of Hans' attention, as his previous allies were less-equipped, as compared to the Kingdom's finest. As he pass the courtyard, his old associates waved him over.

"H-hey chef! The sword bearers have got their fill, mind you requisite our orders from the commander?"
"I've got it. On me way."
"One more thing, chef. The front wall needs a buff in 'er. She's bound for disaster. There's a log by the tent, I'm sure you can handle it? Me and the lads will be here."
"Aye. Keep moving those crates and make ready the tools. It seemed we might need the Keep cleared sooner."
"You've got it, chef. You heard the man, on your feet, lassies!"

His companions got to work on the collapsed underground keep, as he climbed the stairs up the wall. Along his way, Hans grabbed a wooden log, along a satchel of tools.

"Commander, the lads on foot are in order. Orders for the rear-echelons, sar?"

Hans reported as he settled the dampened log by his side, his hand tightened around his bludgeon's shaft, all the while studying at the faces of those around.

 

[Commissar Darman]

Silence, the area was shrouded in silence. Nothing moved, didn't dare to attract its gaze. for the Forest knew there was something there. But unbeknownst to the Forest. It's attention was already occupied. A lone deer, breathing ragged and lying in a pool of its own blood, watched as It emerged from the shadows. Slowly making its way for the Killing blow. Blood already dripping from its jaws and horns. It was a monster, A beast from the pits of hell and absolute terror filled the deers heart. Unable to move, or even make a sound. The deer watched as its gaping maw descended around it throat then nothing. No light, No sound, No pain.

Stalker stood there. His prize at his feet. For the last hour he stalked the Deer, slowly inching closer until he was sure he could immobilize it with one strike. Now dead, He could feast after the long journey. Reaching it with his jaws. Stalker was about to gorge himself when he noticed something. Something was wrong. the birds have went silent. the forest was silent. Not just around him, But the whole forest. Something was coming.
"I'm sorry, but it seems your death was a pointless one. May your soul and the Earth from which you came can forgive me." As he finished his apology, Stalker bursted into motion. His destination was the fort. He needed to get a better vantage point and the walls were the best place in the whole Valley, Aside from the mountains surrounding them. but those were to far away. He only hoped the Guards don't try to kill him again like sixty years ago. Breaking into the Clearing that served as the killing field for the Fort. Stalker Began yelling for people to get out of his way as he charged through the Gate. Stopping to look around Stalker searched for the stairs to the Ramparts. unable to actually find them in the chaos of the fort. He did spot a stack of boxes next to a ladder up the wall and moved to use those. Finally reaching the platforms upon the Walls. Stalker jumped on a cannon to view the lands beyond. There he could see what had disturbed the forest. "The hunt is about to begin."

 

[Kabboom]

(bump)

 

[Kabboom]

Erik

To say that things have taken an interesting turn would be... a bit of an underestimation. As his eyes were more preoccupied with the Darkborne looming over the horizon, he had failed to notify himself of the presence of some... beast? Boar? Something - to his left. The thing caught him off-guard, making him half-draw his sword from reflex, but seeing as the riflemen are not as startled as he is, nor is anyone who had been stationed here for more than a fortnight, he presumed it to be one of the quirks of being stationed at Vainlight.

Better still, the thing actually spoke. "The hunt is about to begin." Erik was as puzzled as a child on a horse for the first time. But soon, he was filled in, through strategic eavesdropping. "Hey, what's that... thing doing here?" "Oi, be careful, lad, that "thing" saved our asses a few times over now. It calls itself Stalker, and just so we're alive, we call it Stalker too. And if we survive this, I'll tell ye more later. For now, just know that it's on our side, it speaks, and it kills." From the bunch of riflemen who were previously participating in that contest/dare with the archer just now. What a convenient conversation.

But as Erik slowly sheathed his sword, the situation took a turn for the worse. As the flora below begin to move irrationally, catching the attention of many riflemen and others manning the walls, a shocking sight revealed itself. A Darkborne entity, followed by many others, erupted from the treeline, with a faceless monster yelling a meaningless war cry in the form of a roar, the entire force of Darkborne charge at the fort's walls, full-speed. They were met with adequate gunfire, as volley after volley go off, hitting the Dark entities head-on, taking 20 or 30 away per volley.

Erik sealed his eyes on the ranks of the Dark horde. A composition of Ex-men, along with other monstrosities and abominations, yet to be named. Ex-men, named so for they were once, just like Erik and everyone else (save for one named Stalker), a mere man. Overcome by Dark energy, their flesh and bones forfeit to the Darkness as their lifeless husks are sent screaming into the lines against Kingdom troops, biting and clawing, slicing and slashing, and some even firing their muskets, albeit in a horrid way, usually taking all 3 Miracles of the Great Father of Light, just to hit the broadside of a barn. But formidable nonetheless. As for the other Darkspawn... Erik cannot tell for sure. Only a dedicated observer, not pre-occupied with the duty to defend against these horrid things, can truly discern where one thing ends, and another thing begins within the physiology of these things.

Suddenly, a few voices snaps him from the grueling sight of the onslaught against his side of the wall. A particularly out-of-breath sergeant, calling rapidly for help. "Th-They're breaching the gates!" followed by a crackling sound, as the metallic construct of the gate begins to shift and buckle from the amount of hits impacting it. Drawing his bastard sword, Erik quickly moved to meet the impending threat, yelling to all others within earshot as he leaped off the platform, landing and lightly hurting his ankles in the process. "All swordsmen, on me! They're breaching the gates! We must hold!"

Meigui Minyari Pilgrim59 Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

 

[Kabboom]

Meigui Minyari Pilgrim59 Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

 

[Pilgrim59]

"The Cellar's Guardians"
Hearthwind Season - Dawn
Hans Weeber
Rear-Echelon Culinary Specialist
Fort Vainlight, Vainlight Valley

​

"Right..." Hans said to himself, as the multitude of armored swordsmen made their way past him. He made his way past them and began to hammer the logs in place of the hole in the wall. He finished up the improvised repair, and proceeded to make way for the gunners. He strolled his way over to his men and relayed the commander's orders. The rear-echelon specialists and engineers quickly got together and began setting up the interior's barricades with what is given to them. Having erected the defenses inside the courtyard, Hans and several of his men got together and began chipping away parts of the rubble that obstructed the fort's cellar.

"The nobles are already in place at the gates, we will need the cellars. I will need a few of you with me down 'ere."

Hans said, as he and the rest of his unit rolled away the last boulder blocking the cellar's door. Ejected from the broken door, was a golem that smashed its way through the men. Hans grabbed his bludgeon and threw a few swings at the guardian, before the rest of his companions could get a chance to break its core. The golem fell at the feet of the chef, as he gave a relieved sigh.

"Quite a surprise, aye chef? I never thought the last garrison had trapped them in there

"The day keeps getting better. No matter, grab the supplies and stay close, we will need the cellar cleared for the lads.

"Aye aye chef, we're with ya. Kirin, Lyof grab the shields and take point, there's bound to be more of these bastards down there."

The crew of lightly armed soldiers made their way down the dark cellar, taking down any golem that remained in their passage. The cellar was vital to the defenders of the fort, as it was built to keep supplies and its garrison safe from aerial bombardment from the Darkborne. Hans knew this, and attempted to get his comrades to do away with whatever awaited them. Hans broke from his thoughts, as he watch his men collapsing the golem in front of them.

"I hope that's the last on-... "

"Watch yer head!"

Hans threw himself at the sapper, knocking him into the ground, as a giant silhouette pass their head and broke the wooden shelf in the room with ease.

"By the divines! This thing's bigger than the last ones!"

"No matter! We gotta finish him off. Keep your spacing, lads!"

The shieldbearers launched themselves at the creature, grabbing its attention, as the rest of the crew circled around its back to pry for its weaknesses - to no avail. A few clanking could be heard, as steels drop to the floor with every swing they take.

"Bloody bastard. We can't find his core. It must be under those layers of clay! There's no way our steels getting through!"

Hans watched as his companions struggle with the golem, before turning his attention to the fallen golems behind them. Their dormant enemies had fallen prey to the watery floor, which slowly dismembered their attributes. An idea came to his head, as he shouted to his men.

"Keep him busy, lads! I have an idea!"

Hans ran back upstairs, and returned with a bucket full of water as the rest of the crew distracted the golem with blunt weapons. Hans ran past the shieldbearers and barraged the golem with the bucket's full potential. Slowly, the golem's legs broke down from the bombardment and was now at the mercy of its puny human enemies. Hans then emptied his bucket on the golem's torso, slowly liquefying its interior. The chef grabbed his bludgeon and took a swing at the silent golem's exposed core, ending its animation. The crew stood in silence.

"You weren't enrolled in the Academy of Mages, were you Chef?"

"Don't associate me with the special children, lad. I am just your average cook. Come on, we've got to get the rest of the supplies down 'ere."

Baffled at the sight of the defeated clay guardian, the crew turned to the door as Hans took flight towards it. The rest of the crew would then began their work on bringing most of the crates and equipment from the courtyard downstairs, away from the battle going on in the background.

 

[Kabboom]

Meigui Minyari Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie

 

[Kabboom]

Meigui Minyari Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie ?

 

[Kabboom]

Meigui Minyari Trappy Dr.Nekoshu idalie (That's all?)

 

[Pilgrim59]

I dunno about the others, but Nayeon is busy with school. He won't be posting any time soon. I'll try to contact him about his character.