Vorar
A Machiavellian Prince
The Isle Of Theredas - The Year 131 Of The Second Era
The Atrian forces pushed directly through the shield wall of the Undead Warriors as a hot knife through butter. The Undead would not break for a retreat for they were beyond knowing fear, but Archpriest Dante's spell had suddenly brought a sense of unwillingness to fight in the living dead. For some reason, the Undead in the courtyard of the inner city were left behind by their brethren as the huge and powerful gates of the dreadful fortress remained unmoved and no reinforcements would seem to come to their aid. Despite the numbers of the Undead dropping drastically, the foul creatures nonetheless were able to brutally kill quite a few troops from the Imperium themselves. The Archpriest of Kindroth and the Atrian troops pushed hard against the Undead line and they eventually even had them corned against the black walls of the citadel, it did not take long or the Undead threat in the courtyard had been silenced. Now the Archpriest and his men stood in front of the enormous gates of the fortress and it made them feel small. The gates were of an immense size, they were made out of steel and iron, it seemed impregnable. In the meantime, as the mercenaries of Alderon Stufalin had reached the northern fort, it seemed as if the place was abandoned and that there was no sign of the enemy, not even a single Undead threat. Alderon and his soldiers felt a sudden cold as if evil was still there and yet it seemed as if it had already been removed.
Inside the Obsidian Citadel, Anhaedra Volar walked through the great hall in silence as he could hear the slaughtering of the Undead forces in the inner city's courtyard, but it brought neither fear to his troops nor to himself. One of the Dremora Valkynaz's lieutenants walked up to him and asked: "What are your orders, my lord, want us to send a task force to intercept them?" The Dremora lieutenant asked, but an unorthodox smile only appeared on the face of the Daedric general. "No, we have the advantage of defending this impregnable citadel. We only have to hold those gates closed." He said, as the robed cultists of Aimar had just finished creating their magical wards on the gates to strengthen them.
The Atrian forces pushed directly through the shield wall of the Undead Warriors as a hot knife through butter. The Undead would not break for a retreat for they were beyond knowing fear, but Archpriest Dante's spell had suddenly brought a sense of unwillingness to fight in the living dead. For some reason, the Undead in the courtyard of the inner city were left behind by their brethren as the huge and powerful gates of the dreadful fortress remained unmoved and no reinforcements would seem to come to their aid. Despite the numbers of the Undead dropping drastically, the foul creatures nonetheless were able to brutally kill quite a few troops from the Imperium themselves. The Archpriest of Kindroth and the Atrian troops pushed hard against the Undead line and they eventually even had them corned against the black walls of the citadel, it did not take long or the Undead threat in the courtyard had been silenced. Now the Archpriest and his men stood in front of the enormous gates of the fortress and it made them feel small. The gates were of an immense size, they were made out of steel and iron, it seemed impregnable. In the meantime, as the mercenaries of Alderon Stufalin had reached the northern fort, it seemed as if the place was abandoned and that there was no sign of the enemy, not even a single Undead threat. Alderon and his soldiers felt a sudden cold as if evil was still there and yet it seemed as if it had already been removed.
Inside the Obsidian Citadel, Anhaedra Volar walked through the great hall in silence as he could hear the slaughtering of the Undead forces in the inner city's courtyard, but it brought neither fear to his troops nor to himself. One of the Dremora Valkynaz's lieutenants walked up to him and asked: "What are your orders, my lord, want us to send a task force to intercept them?" The Dremora lieutenant asked, but an unorthodox smile only appeared on the face of the Daedric general. "No, we have the advantage of defending this impregnable citadel. We only have to hold those gates closed." He said, as the robed cultists of Aimar had just finished creating their magical wards on the gates to strengthen them.