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7/18/2015 7:25:54 PM
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[b]The Expedition and it's leader, Siris Burke charge into the outpost and shantytowns inhabited by the old militia and remnants of Perth Varcoe. The forces fail to repel the army, mistaking them for another run-of-the-mill battalion, and are quickly overwhelmed.[/b]
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The Crusaders' main line absorb their skirmisher's retreat as a series of artillery barrages bracket the Monarchy armored companies. The frontal infantry trench, led by the 4th Kriegan Engineers, the "Bloodletters" open fire as well, ripping into the charging Monarch units.
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[b]The armored soldiers find themselves pinned down in the heart of the base. Then in a flash of fire, Siris swings his Cudgel into the ground, sending a fleeting shockwave into the trench. as the smoke clears, the soldiers and their beast mounts and mechs continue their charge.[/b] "FIND THE GARRISON CAPTAIN! WE'RE ENDING THIS TONIGHT!"
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The Kriegans are trained to counter such attacks, hurling grenades into the charging mass. They explode, and the Fog is unleashed once more upon Taeda.
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[b]Several men jump through, their uncommon grey and red attire heralding bloodshed, unaffected by the poison gas. They spook the soldiers who expected the gas to fend them off, slaughtering them indiscriminately.[/b]
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The Kriegans keep fighting, seconds before the men are literally torn apart by an unseen force. The Exorcists have arrived upon the field. Many of the Monarchy forces are consumed and become Fogbound, animated corpses who quickly devour their former comrades.
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[b]With a fire bound Hammer, Siris plunges his weapon into the ground, igniting the fog and burning the Fogbound into sprites of flame. They quickly envelop their attackers and possessers, burning them alive. Siris laughs with a vengeance. [/b]
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There is a sudden flash of light, and the majority of the Perthian forces disappear. The Monarchy finds themselves displaced about a mile away from the trenchline. Everything is silent and still for a what seems like an eternity. Then the wail of a hundred bagpipes fills the air as the one thousand Kriegans who did not get teleported away arise from their trenches, bayonets affixed, and walk with a single purpose toward the Monarchy troops. At their head can be seen Sauron Melchior, Antiochus of the Wandering Crusaders and former Lord Commander of the Perthian Imperial Guard. As they walk, the remaining troops begin to sing a dirge in a strange and ancient language, knowing they are walking to their deaths.
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"June, This is the end of the Old Militia. Does Milady wish for survivors?" [quote]We can always take more slave labor, but don't go out of your way to make it a priority.[/quote] "And Sauron?" [quote]Mmmm, Leave him alive for Hecate and I.[/quote] "Understood." [b]In a flash of fire and fury, Siris raises his cudgel, Forgefyre, and rallies his unwavering men.[/b] "Sauron lives. Discourage the rest." [b]His hasty, bombastic tone gives the Expedition a new birth: their bodies glow internally, as if fueled by embers. This is the strength of The Army of the Fires.[/b] [spoiler]Did you wanna make a battle or skip to the end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'd honestly prefer it if Sauron dies with his men.[/spoiler]
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[b]The bloody war lasts for hours, but in the end, the Monarchy stands triumphant. The Old Perth guard and Sauron are all that remains.[/b] "Sauron, Sauron, Sauron. What did you think would happen when you challenged us? Your previous ruler was always one of us, albeit tougher and much more conceited. She was a demon, she always was a bitch. But this... this was always the outcome. [b]He raises his cudgel onto his shoulder.[/b] Any last words?"
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Sauron stares deeply into the Monarchy Champion's eyes. "I regret that things had to end this way, my foeman. But know this: We will defeat you, and I shall be your end."
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[b]He bows his head in respect for a worthy adversary, before spitting a mixture of saliva and blood in your face.[/b] "No, friend, I don't think you will be." [b]The crack of metal crushing metal pierces the stale air. As he lifts the hammer, a scream of fury rises from his lungs and out of his mouth, and his men cheer on.[/b] [spoiler]Great job man, You're welcome to join the quest.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Ex PI: 7/19/2015 1:30:05 AM[spoiler]Well, he's not quite dead, I assume.[/spoiler] Sauron crumples, his breathing shallow. But suddenly, he stands, pulls out a dagger, and rams it into Siris's chest as his men, who had been kneeling around him, also attack with an almost unholy fury, absorbing bullet after bullet and blade after blade. Blows that are meant to sever limbs are ineffectual, and some soldiers scream that their bullets pas through the Kriegan soldiers. The 100 remaining Perthians stand tall and keep fighting, until the fifty remaining Monarchy troops race away, with their wounded general slung across his horse. [spoiler]PLOT TWIST: Try capturing someone instead of killing them.[/spoiler]
