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Fantasy A War of Monsters

Kazanna

Kazanna

That Thorn In Your Side
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  • Earth has become a world of nightmares, humans watch on the sidelines of the lands they once called home and dominion as beasts and creatures of tremendous strength and power rise above them and go about their own wars of monumental proportion. As a result, the kingdoms of man are falling one by one and very few forces can stand up to the monsters that are ravaging the world.


    You are a Monster Hunter, You are the last hope of mankind. All else has failed, and you, along with a few others are the last line of defense and the spearhead of the human revolution. Blessed with little other then bravery and the support of your fellows your job is to charge into battle against creatures far larger and more powerful then you, and pray you survive, pray you might make a difference in the ongoing strife of the world.


    You are a Monster, You are the beast that is butchering the lands and it's people. Without you there would be peace, there would be happiness. You are power incarnate with an intelligence born of the long lost gods of chaos and hatred. Rise O fabled beast of ruin, and take the land before you as your own, enslave the lesser races and butcher all that is in your path.


 
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  • In the first age of man, The monsters entered into the human world through the Rift Gates, and wrecked havoc and chaos across the human world of Gaea. Within fifteen generations, human kind was little more then indentured slaves and researchers for the demonic tribes.


    At the beginning of the second age, the Hero's of legend rose up and destroyed the gates, but half of them were trapped within the monster realm. With the human population so lowered as it was, the remaining monsters were able to subjugate the human population after the hero's sacrificed themselves to destroy the gates.


    By the middle of the second age, the humans rose up, and revolted against their oppressors, and drove the monster's back into the wilds, far from any civilized lands. It was not long before the remaining monsters had banded together in hopes of creating a new Rift Gate. They were foiled by the descendants of the original wars, who after exposure to the volatile rift energies, were granted otherworldly powers and control of magic.


    Within ten generations, the humans had driven the remaining monsters to the point of barbarism and animalistic features. Ten generations later, and the few remaining monsters were colossal in size, though hardly a threat as they tended to stay in the wilds.


    After a time, the monsters became a test for young heros to go and fight against, creatures of great power and fearful anger that would destroy entire legions. But the few remaining descendants of the Hero's that stayed on the Gaea side of the Rift Gate were of great renown and skill. Many times they proved themselves against the monsterish threat's, hunting them down, butchering them, and taking their plating and skins to be used as armor for themselves.


    Towards the end of the second age of man, a near Utopian society had formed, warfare, while mostly forgotten, had become more of a game to the people of Gaea, and only the descendants of the original hero's who had survived the destruction of the gates kept their children well trained.


    Then, Everything changed. The monster hordes broke through once again, a strange, human figure at their head, backed by hellish creatures of fearful proportions. The Monster Hordes had returned though a new rift gate, and the armies of men were no match for the creatures that stormed through. One human city fell after another until there was nearly nothing left save for the most remote of cities, the last bastions of human civilization.


 
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With the coming of war, innocence in lost, once trusted allies are nothing more then an unwanted burden in their times of need and old walls of morality and righteousness become broken and ignored. Humans, for all of their preaching, all of their laws, and all of their ridicule against other species, are of the worst offenders. When the breach was reopened the second time, this was no different, they all but turned on one another in the early days of the war, and the monsters that came through, saw to them turning against one another in the days to come. The collective armies of man have been routed, and the demonic hordes, for the most part, are now simply moving about butchering any remaining settlements they can find. The war has slowly consumed the world, and there are but a few bastions of safe civilization remaining. The human figure that was seen at the head of the demon armies, the supposed Lord of Monsters, has been seen at every major battle, though he has not seen to have raised a hand to aid either side. He has been noted to simply watch, simply wait, and see what will happen, arriving hours before the horde, off in the distance, clearly visible, but unmoving as the demonic horde of monsters roars behind him. Now, his gaze has been set upon Kariat, The Blessed Core, Pride of human civilization and one of the last three major bastions of humanity


A pleasant breeze rolled over the plains of Kariat's outlying farming towns, abandoned since the start of the war with few people even entering the small towns to check for goods left behind. The hilly landscape was once a rich, golden field of wheat, and other produce, but has since been abandoned, and now, the only figure that stands is the Harbinger of the Demonic Horde of Monsters, his armored form seeming a relic of times long since past, though his eternal, dark armor, shimmers in the overcast sunlight, he seems not to pay attention to the scene before him, or the light itself. The figure's gaze seems to be directed upon Kariat itself, the great city before him.


Suddenly, as though listening to some unknown queue, a massive lumbering creature, akin to a giant, ragged boar strides forward and pauses beside him, sniffing him for a moment. The figure seems to ignore it's very existence, his sole focus the city before him. The boar turns, and lumbers back off to where it had come before, a gentle mist wrapping around it as it trundles down the hill, away from Kariat.


A moment later, a resounding squeal issues forth across the valley, as though the boar had found, and killed something, and was celebrating. The very land seems to protest, beginning to shake, and suddenly, figures spring forward, out of the mist, towards the great city. The lone figure on the hill remains quiet, unmoving, as the monster hordes suddenly appear around him in a typhoon of flesh, bone, metal, and mutation. Beasts of all kind and size roar forward, all avoiding him, all leaving him untouched, all of them giving him a wide berth. Even the ragged boar reappears, giving him a glance, before it rolls forward into the growing throng.


The figure watches, and simply remains calm and quiet, unmoving, not reacting to the scene unfolding before it. The monster hordes were attacking one of the last bastions of human civilization, and the humanoid figure, the vision of a man, was watching, as though the harbinger of destruction, appearing just before the storm itself, had appeared, just as every time before.


Kariat's defensive horns blew loudly as the gates were sealed, and the cities trebuchets began to fire, massive balls of fire and molten slag began to issue forth from the cities depths, roaring into the field to tear into the approaching army. Archers prepare themselves for the inevitable and the human defenders prepared for war, all of them silently praying for the appearance of the fabled Hunters to come to their aide. The first creatures to begin scaling the massive mountainous walls of Kariat were Abomination class creatures, all of them the lower levels of 18, 17 and 16. Twelve of them in all acted as the front defensive line, the primary pushing force. They were stupid creatures, slow, and bulky. They were merely used as a massive wall of moving flesh and attacking arms. They were called Flesh Walls by the monsters, and the humans seemed to see them as an actual force to be reckoned with, so the monsters put them at their front lines, using them to breach walls.


The flesh walls stood around twenty feet tall and were almost as wide, each of them had four arms, and a massive head that was set deep between the shoulders of their four arms. The beasts were nearly sightless, and could hear very little, but each of them was as formidable as any other beast their level. They wielded great hammers, forged by their monster fellows, to allow them to smash through the walls of man. Their entire aim was to gain a meal made of men, to consume that which lay beyond. To them the walls of Kariat were nothing but an angry bee hive, the humans within however, were not the bees, but the honey to be eaten. The hulks began to pound on the wall, undaunted by the trebuchets fireballs, shrugging off each attack as it came, ignoring the arrows that rained down upon them.


The beasts began to laugh as they pounded the walls with their hammers, as far as they were concerned, they had no weaknesses, though they were flesh and blood, and had fragile spinal columns, which, had been covered in dense armor plating. Only a strategic attack upon their back-sides would stop the beasts, and as it stood, they were being protected by the remaining members of the monster army that had come through in the initial push. The monsters were lower level, but massive in size, making them by standard, a feared monster to all but the hunters.
 
The figure seemed to acquire further company on the hill, separate from the sprawling wave of bodies that barrel their way past him. A lanky, shadowy, humanoid form seemed to appear out of nowhere next to the first figure. A white half-moon shape appearing under a set of yellow eyes. "Golly, those things would ignore everything to get to food, wouldn't they?" The Cheshire-cat-like smile warped and altered as the lizard-man like shadow spoke. Though the humans in the fortress were oblivious to the speech, the arrival of a second would seem to set an ill omen upon those caught up in the struggle to keep those walls fortified. "I think they would even ignore a fatal attack, yes I do... How dumb. Makes me almost feel-....." The shadow's smile grew and its eyes focused upon the top of the walls almost as if a wicked thought had crossed its mind. One of the archers caught witness to this paused. The poor human's face was pure white as if he had saw a ghost, pointing over to it and causing a panic in the ranks. Normally, a captain would be able to quell such distraught in their men, but the stare this shadowy creature gave was a bone chilling one. "-sorry. Yes, I know! If I take care of those trebuchets those big oafs won't burn up in their attacks... SPLENDID, wouldn't you s-"


A circular object with many square protrusions rushed past the figure and crushed the shadow where it stood. "Talk too much..." A being as big as the flesh walls rose up from behind the hill top. Bone armor seemingly fixed to its body rattled as its stumpy legs strode forwards. The circular object from before rose upwards, revealing itself to be some form of weapon, most notably swung like an axe. The face of the creature was not visible. Instead, where its face should be, a mask of bone stared outwards to the world with no eye-sockets and no way for the creature to have known through sight alone where the shadowy creature was before striking it down. In the glint of the sun, the axe's colors shined through revealing that the square like protrusions were actually incisor teeth taken from many different creatures and bolstered onto a pair of thick steel wheel rims and molded through some form of advanced metallurgy into the weapon it is right now.


The hulking form stared down at the man beside it before doing as the boar before it had done. But instead of retreating backwards, it advanced towards the other bulky piles of flesh and muscle. The largest projectile yet was seen plummeting towards him like a comet on a free fall. But yet like the flesh walls before it, he trudged forwards as if the oncoming danger was but a mirage in a desert, leading attention away from water. Water, in this case, was the area behind the walls. With a bat of this great axe, the molten slag was ripped clean in half and fall to each side of this new threat. Never once slowing its stride. And with how effortless its left arm moved, it seemed it had not even put any strength into swatting away the attack either. And so it continued its slow march towards the walls, toothy-axe in hand, and its form lumbering with purpose towards the wall before it.


Mean while, the walls of flesh and twisted forms of the four-armed creatures pounded furiously with their hammers, causing minor dents and scrapes in the surface. Many of them were covered in the ash of their own charred skin, but they didn't even seem to be phased. Not a single one of them fell in all of the pummeling of projectiles. And though they were not inflicting major damage on the walls, more of them were piling forwards and the tiny dents were starting to grow ever larger. And the scrapes were turning into small gashes and chips that would occasionally shard off and fly from the surface as the pounding of great hammers continued. The handling of which were all loose and unfocused. At times even the corners of the hammers would touch first, causing such scrapes. Needless to say, all sides of the hammers were used, not caring which direction they were being held. All that matters was that they get in!


The terrified archers at one side of the wall were still in panic. They witnessed their nightmare replaced with an even more terrifying one. And because of this, morale was sinking fast. Those who saw the small shards fly off of their great walls were filled with dread, knowing that if small gashes would form, large ones could as well. And with the lumbering bone-armored being that was trudging down upon them, the realization of their great walls having the chance of being breached grew; It grew with every step that axe-wielding monstrosity took.
 
The Scions had the scent. A small horde had been out hunting for food and started stalking the monsters that where lose. A single large Scion with over 25 feet of immense muscle led the group as the charged. The creatures where exclusively equipped with scything talons, but where evolved to leap. Between the talons and the leaping they would be able to climb the walls, albeit slowly. These where basic siege Scions that the Tyrant had used to take Soulbastion. The larger Scion was a wall breaker, carrying huge crab claws. They where supposed to tear a gate to pieces. This was the leader of this group. Each creature gazed at the world through inhuman eyes. The only thing visible in their eyes was an infinite hunger. These where the basic beasts that where going to shred the world in their hunger.


A much better eye would be able to spot the creature watching from a ways off. Looming over the Human looking creature that observed the siege the Tyrant was learning. His blades each rested on the ground as he sat down. The monster he was next to was one of the few creatures that could understand his ultrasonic speak. He was muttering strategies about the ways they should attack. His strategies where sound but strange, with no regard to the lives of the creatures he would use.


The horde broke straight for the walls, the great behemoth in the center leading the charge like a living battering ram. Thought the creatures where not challenging to a hunter, a normal human would go insane from the presence before the monster ate them. The fastest scions leapt for all they where worth, getting a good 15 feet of height and distance. Clinging to the wall with their scything talons impaled into the surface they began clawing their way upwards.
 
William sat at the top of a watch tower inside the city walls. He looked at the huge figures heading the way of the city. A group of scions and other slow monsters had reached the wall and began to destroy it. He knlet down and looked at his sword and ran his finger across the case. "Soon my sword, you will taste the blood of vengance." He unsheathed the sword and looked at his reflection. "The shadow is invisble only to those with unholy hearts, those who follow a dark path of death and destruction shall fall to this sword."


He sheathed his sword and jumped from building to building till he reached the group of soldiers occupying the buildings near the wall. He stayed where he wasn't visible to the soldiers and jumped over to the wall top. There were multiple catupults and soldiers firing down at the beast slowly breaking the wall. He looked over the wall and down at the beast. He unsheathed his sword once again. "May the shadows be my guide for this day of darkness." He swing the sword behind him and whispered a spell. He was rendered invisible it would only last 15 minutes which would be enough time to disable the first of the wall breakers. He landed on the head of a beast and raised his sword. He jumped off the beast behind him. He jumped at the the back of the knee with the hilt of his sword. He then moved to the next monster jumping at his arms feet first to knock the hammer from his hand. "I shall not let humanity fall to these beast."
 
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The armored hide of the flesh walls was unbelievably dense, only receiving minor cuts and scratches. From the shoulders and neck muscles that overshadowed each creature's head, to the chest muscles that each creature's chin rested upon, the slashes from William's sword would go mostly un-noticed. It would be as if the monsters were of a one-track-mind. Their hammers continually slammed against the walls, causing more and more dents and chips to appear in the surface. Of course even if William was visable, even if the shadows were to not veil him, the vicious walls of flesh and muscle continued to pound away at the walls. If he would continue slashing at the beasts, he would start to find that the easier sliced flesh was further towards the back of each creature's hips. Of course if he did get behind one, others were rushing to dog pile forwards on top of their kin to use a 'Human-Wave' tactic to crash and smash the walls with sheer weight. William would have to move in between each layer of these brutes to even get at one of their backs.


The monstrous axe-wielding, bone-armored, flesh master was still walking down towards that wall. By this time, several trebuchets were firing at him at all times. Each molten blob of slag was sliced clean in two vertically as he traveled along his path. And by subtle change in direction, it seemed he was walking towards the monsters that were receiving cuts, slightly curious as to what may be the cause.
 
William continued trying to slow down the process of the walls destruction. He started to move towards the group of scions and slashed at the legs of any passing monster. His spell was fading quick and his attacks were useless. He reached a scion and jumped to the side and hit his armor repeatedly hoping to weaken it. He climbed up the side and stabbed the scion in its eye and slid down its back and rolled inbetween the legs of another. As he slid underneath the next scion hestabbed his sword inbetweeb its leg using it as a break so he could jump back on his feet. He used his hilt once against to knock the scion off its balance.


William was almost crushed by the incoming waves of Monsters. "I will not be able to do this on my own. Were are the other heroes of humanity." He sliced the hand of one scion hoping to find a weak point but was met my another brute. He quickly jumped up and grabbed its chestplate. He swung onto the neighboring monster back and grabbed the back of its armor. He hit the back of its head with his sword multiple times breaking its helmet, And stabbed its neck when it became uncovered.
 
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The Scions detected the presence of something wrecking the life of one of their own. A few of the small ones deferred themselves to leaping from the backs of larger creatures to try locate what was clearly an invisible foe. Lasing around the creatures quickly worked their way forward.


At the same time the Scions clawing their way up clawed their way over the sil of the ledge. Thought some went down to arrow fire and blades a few of them still made it into combat with scything talons flailing. At the same moment the leader of the horde smashed its way through a few of the other monsters to reach the wall at speed. Its body committed all of its momentum forward and the wall itself shook as the force widened some of the cracks in the wall. The crab claws in its lower arms extended upwards and it prepared to begin its own assault on the wall.


The Tyrant glowered at the General leading the attack. He had to wait as his own brood of Guardian Scions grew to full size before unleashing his wrath upon the city. With his Hives up and running he had but a week until his brood of latest monsters was fully grown. He told as much to the other creatures that had gathered to observe the attacks.
 
As the battle raged, the city leaders of Kariat were in war council, they had lost few soldiers and had so far, only gained a single report of any hero appearing on the field. Much to their dismay, they were beginning to prepare for their worst case scenario, to seal the city beneath the mountain and force the volcano that it was built into to erupt, spilling magma down the face of the massive spell-reinforced gates. They had already sent word to the pyromancers and geologists that controlled the volcano's magma to run the cities forges. Now, the plan set into the stone long ago, to flood magma across the face of the cities great walls, was prepared to burn all of the creatures below, but would in turn, seal Kariat within it's own infernal tomb for untold amounts of time.


As the battle raged, the solitary figure watched, and waited, his gaze only flickering a few times as he noted the subtle changes in the landscape. His shape seemed almost ethereal in the dust kicked up by the armies around him. He turned his gaze upwards to the peak of the mountain known as Kariat, and then, with his first motion discernible, raised his arm towards it, his finger outstretched from his balled fist, the dark heavy plate gauntlet giving his accusing finger an ominous appearance. As though receiving an unspoken message, the hordes of creatures looked up at the mountains peak, and noticed what was now there, that had not been before.


Volcanic Smoke.


The figure lowered his arm slowly, and the hordes continued their assault, battering against the walls, probing for weak points. The trebuchets fired into the meander, giant inferno balls of death raining down from the sky pelted the oncoming horde. Channels cut into the side of the mountain had balls of fire rolling down them, spells cast by the few court wizards spared from the volcano's project were being hurled down the slopes at the seemingly endless swarm of oncoming death.


The bestial hordes of monsters cared little for fire, unless it was their own tool to use, and today, it was being used against them well. Even the large beasts with their hammers were beginning to become wary of the scorching blaze that grew on all sides. Soon though, the monsters became more organized, fire prevention teams sent suiciders to intercept spells, the resolve of some of the lesser creatures, to serve the greater horde, compelled them onwards.


After a short time, some of the lesser creatures, pulled back and away from the growing Scion unit, they themselves were fearful, seeing the swarm as almost as terrible an enemy as the humans themselves, knowing that it had been borne of their own world made it even worse. A group of larger monsters, akin to ogres, began to work up the strategy to begin pelting the city walls with rocks, though, they found little purchase on the walls made of stone and steel.


The Solitary figure glanced about the battlefield, so far, there were no hero's that he could see, none that would aid this city. He knew the armies would breach the walls by nightfall. Wizard spells only lasted so long, and the spells that protected Kariat, were so old, becoming so fragile. Soon, The city would fall, and son, there would be but three great cities remaining.
 
As all of the creatures took heed to the smoke, the bone-clad flesh master continued his march forward with even greater speed, reaching the first of the creatures. "Move..." The voice, now audible to William, was a chest-rattling bass tone with a growling wobble to it as it echoed outwards. The creature raised its left arm skywards, plunging forwards and pierced through three of the flesh wall creatures. And with a single motion, used the same unarmed hand and tossed all three skywards, sending them arching many times higher than the walls of the city. And with its arm still covered in the blood of its brethren, it lifted its red hot axe, heated and re-tempered slightly by the slag, and drove it forwards with its right hand. The teeth of the circular axe-head bit in past the surface and sunk out of sight, blowing a hole clean into the first half of the wall. The resulting shockwave caused many of the archers to fall forwards and off of the walls towards their monstrous demise. The creatures were even halted and many of them who were close to the blast were sent tumbling head over heals backwards away from the crater-sized chunk that was ripped out.


For the next ten seconds or so, the bone armored creature stayed there like a statue in the same pose. One arm was lifted skywards like some shaolin monk while the other was held forwards as if it were performing a polished sword thrust. However this awe-inspiring, and quite frankly terrifying, sight would end as the creature brought its circular axe backwards away from the wall. The teeth lining the metal ring of this gigantic weapon seemed unscathed... Pristine, even. The bone mask parted at the bottom as the lower end seemed to flash out a toothy grin. "One more... Should-" The creature tensed its right arm again, bending its knees. However before it could strike again and tear the hole through the last part, the top portion crumbled down as if by some miracle, or some magic, stopping him in his tracks.


By now, the flesh walls were swaying back and forth around him on their backs in an attempt to become upright once more. A few were actually crushed by the avalanche of rubble. Any scions that were close by would have no doubt felt the fearsome explosion and the ripple that traveled throughout the land like an earthquake from that single blow. The same rumbling voice echoed outwards like a punch in the ribs, rattling the air itself like thunder. "I.. seeeee..." The axe was lifted and then allowed to fall onto the creature's shoulder. The sudden stop of the axe caused its feet to sink a little into the ground. It turned and started backwards, leaving the flesh walls to continue their rampage without further assist. The creature did not know how magic worked, nor was inclined to understand the concept of magic. Of course its actions didn't seem to let onto that conclusion. Contrary, this turning and leaving of the great walls seemed to hint that it knows something. In reality, the beast's instincts kicked in. Attacking the second half of the wall would be pointless; at least for now.


The reaction that was given by the sudden break of the first layer, though, gave this creature some hope. Perhaps the walls would break, but not by powerful blows. Instead, at least the creature instinctively assumed, the walls would break given countless weaker attacks over a long period of time. A job that it was not suitable to handle. And so it would leave the mere flesh-walls to pound mindlessly away at the surface and in their attempts to clear through the rubble that had fallen. And so this flesh-master retreated, taking its place atop the hill on the other side furthest from the Tyrant and the dark armored man. Its gaze turned back to the 'swarm' of creatures that were growing ever closer to scaling the walls. If there was anything that impressed Gor'Logk, it was perseverance. And these alien, or rather, bug-like creatures seemed to have just that. They seemed to do everything they could to try and take that city. And so the real entertainment would be when Gor'Logk could see many leaping down into the city, and the ensuing screams of the humans below.
 
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The sun that was bountifully illuminating the battlefield was also giving a new sight to the soldiers in a dire predicament. The soldiers who could bare to take their eyes off of the oncoming force were met with a gaze, not of dread, but of hope. A white robed cleric was making his way towards the wall, hands bound together in prayer, mouth moving with a hymn, and eyes meeting the fearfulness of every soldier willing to glance up. While the wall was beginning to show dents on the other side, and the obvious desperate situation, it didn't faze the cleric. His pace was slow and steady, as if the prayer was more important then the onslaught of creatures overbearing the wall.


Kariat was built on the prospect of defense, but at the moment it seemed to bolster horror instead of strength. No men had been killed, nor injured, and yet almost all of them were fearful as so. The sight of the White Cleric brought the fear an enemy though, for his presence reinforced many minds of those on the front lines. Allon was well known for his generosity to his people and the ferocity against the enemy, and this battle would be no different. His scythe was protruding from his silhouette covered in what looked like a gleaming reflection of Allon's bright soul or from the sun illuminating his figure. Either way, Allon's appearance was turning the tides for the mental battle of all the soldiers.


Upon reaching the wall Allon looked downwards, noting the many enemies that lie before him. Scions, a few ogres in the back, and the abominations still applying their flesh-wall tactic. It was gruesome, not the actual premise that the flesh-walls were here, but their goal. They had no burden with Kariat and its blessed people, nor with it being one of the last cities, no theses things only wanted to feast. The entire population of their species was everyone of our dead, using our bodies to build their own in a sickening way of reincarnation. This was no the reincarnation Allon sought, but instead a horror he personally hated.


Wrapping his hands along the wall, Allon began pointing out those who seemed the most viable targets for the archers. The Scions climbing the walls were slow, but eventually some would tumble over. As they did they were met with many guards, of course outnumbering the small amount that made it over. Seeing as he was a safe distance away from those over already, Allon wanted to focus on something that could actually damage the wall, which seemed to come from a hulk of a best carrying a toothed axe.


It was a target, no doubt, but by the time he had hit the wall and left Allon wasn't ready. No after bracing himself and holding back an archer from flying off, he was gone, walking away from the battlefield as if nothing happened. With a huge threat gone Allon felt assessed enough to begin action, raising his hands up to conjure a ball of light the size of a cannon ball. It took a few moments, but after the precautions he threw it down, letting it stop on the wall. Then Allon held his palm out to the ball, "Helios, bless this light with the same power you have given me.". The orb lit up, then burst into bolts of light, covering a full circle. It didn't encompass the whole wall, but any Scion climbing was hit with several bolts.
 
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The Tyrant was not yet willing to lose his leader beast to the wrath of a volcano. Such would leave no flesh for his beasts to consume. He let lose a roar that was mind numbing and horribly inhuman. The huge scion heard it and turned. Smashing into the wall one last time it left the normal scions to harvest bodies, from both sides.


With his giant retreating the scions poured into the gap and started leaping, and suddenly where able to make it up the damaged parts in a single bound. Where only a few had made it before now a few dozen where making it up and able to concentrate on the insufficient guard force.
 
William was now running towards the broken wall that the giant bone armored monster made. He slashed every monster he could to stop them from climbing the last layer protecting the city. He reched the wall and looked at the mass of monster already there. Since he wasn't invisible anymore he had to dodge multiple swings headed his way. A talon came his way and he grabbed on. He swing from it to the wall. In mid air he saw a blinding light and multiple monsters get hit from some sort of lightning. He landed on the head of a monster at the wall and hit stabbed and the sword went all the way down to its lower neck. The monster seemed to be highly effected by that and it fell to its knees holding itself up withs its weapon. He hopped off and scaled the wall using the monsters and cracks as foot holds. He got to the top and say a tall man holding a ball of light. "You must be a Hunter, about time another one of use got here."
 
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The archer next to the cleric grasped at his hand, bowing his head and gave numerous 'thank you's. However when the cleric went to direct his sight on the creature that caused him to stumble, the archer humbly placed a hand on the cleric's arm. "Sir, that thing just tore through three of those monsters with its hand alone and chucked them. There's no wa-...." His complaint became paused as the large flesh-master turned and left, stunned. Did this man's presence alone cause the creature to turn? Could it be that this cleric's appearance itself is starting to turn the tide in this battle? Or perhaps it was just coincidence. In either case, the men behind the cleric were indeed filled full of hope. And at his back they found new resolve to raise their bows and point them downwards.


The Flesh Walls merely continued to use their four arms and hammers to attempt to bash their way through the wall. And even now, as William was visible, they didn't seem to pay him any mind. (The scions are a different story, though) Many of the creatures were actually starting to gather into, and funnel towards, the collapsed area while walking over their half-buried kin to do so. The ones that were stabbed deep into the area behind their neck became very sluggish. In fact, many of them started to have trouble even lifting their hammers. But as William had no doubt learned, it would take precision AND power in order to penetrate even this 'softer' hide; Which was still akin to a rhino's skin. Of course there was also the other option to target the lower back where the muscle and skin is at its thinnest. But with so many creatures (literally stacks upon stacks) they would need to place themselves furthest from the wall itself and at the back of these monstrosities in order to fight their way forwards. A daunting task, considering the immediate threat was the Scions who were no doubt starting to give the archers and the soldiers atop of the walls quite a bit of trouble. Hunters they may be, but the two of them cannot be everywhere at once. And with so many scion swarming before them, they would no doubt have to lose many o'man in order to cease the oncoming flood unless they found more help. And fast. Choices would have to be made; Sacrifices to humanity's ongoing survival.
 
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"Sorry we're late," a young and excited voice spoke out to the cleric on the wall. A hand grasped the back edge of the wall and then brought behind it a red haired man, leaping up onto the wall. "I had to find Crusher," he said pulling a rather thick and large sword from his back. He spun the sword around like an average man would spin a straight sword, it was anything but seeing as it was more than half his height and obviously more dense, and with a wry smile perched one leg on the parapet of the wall to overlook the battle. A black haired man appeared without the notice of many archers, but now he carried a serious and commanding aura that none could ignore.


He pointed out the giant abominations with hammers out to the red haired younger man. "Those things are big but if they're this close up then they've likely got a weak rear." The red haired man nodded and smiled and noticed the rougher area going down the spine of the creatures from here.


"Let's see if a drop from here can drive ol' Crusher through that," he took his great-sword and held it over his shoulder, "and if they don't bleed, maybe they'll burn," he said as he twirled a tiny circle of flame with his finger.


"They'll need muscle down there, meanwhile I'll try and clear the walls of the climbers." The black haired man looked out to the climbing scions, planning out his path.


"Sounds like a plan." The red haired young man didn't wait a moment after speaking before he leapt from the wall sword-first toward the rough spot of one of the giant beasts banging closest to the hole in the outer wall. The black haired man looked up on the horizon and noticed something odd in the path of a larger bone covered beast. Something stood on the horizon, smaller than the largest troops but definitely larger than the average troops, most likely a commander of some kind. Richter looked toward the cleric and a handful of important looking soldiers.


"If we get some free force then we should try and distract that one," he pointed at the figure, each moment of viewing it giving even more the impression of power. "It looks weak compared to the forces around it, meaning it's probably a very smart, some sort of commander, or worse." Richter didn't like to picture that form being some secret weapon. "If we can even distract it then that might give us some advantage." He didn't wait for a response, debating tactics was futile right now, they could follow whatever they thought was best without him, but he had his own part of the battle to see to. He rushed and leapt at an angle from the wall, going just far enough so that he could still run his hand along its outer side. He unsheathed his katana and ignored the weight of his fathers blade on his back. Aiming for the nearest wall scaling scion he landed with his blade down, poking through most of the length of it. He jumped up from the soon to be limp corpse and barely gripped the edge of the wall. He pulled hard and brung himself up over the parapet with one great effort, and knew that he needed a better way to stay on the side of the wall if he was to do his job effectively.
 
The Tyrant's larger scion reached it. With but a thought the creature sprinted off, its single track mind now filled with an order to protect the nearest Hive. The many senses of the Tyrant had detected power in the group of humans, from the way they looked a few Hunters had joined the fight. He knew there where going to be bodies that the scions he had out there could not get to, or bring back. Roaring once more he summoned a small group of maybe 50 flying scions. Mostly unarmed these creatures hung back and followed hordes, intent only on collecting the bodies of the fallen from both sides. The creatures moved unusually fast, even for a small flying monster. If anything interfered with their collection then they would spit at the creature, a blinding venom their defense.


The scions pressed the breach, leaping with inhuman agility from the backs of the larger monsters that they had followed to the fight. The creatures moved with wanton abandon, clearly not caring for life or limb. A sharp observer would even note one or two leapt up and bounced from their flying brethren. These small scions where fast and agile, but on the head and back had armored chitin. A single line of chitinous ridges rand down their backs, where on a larger scion the vents for the spores would be. Their Scything Talons measured some 3 feet in length, each sharp on one side and a blunt instrument on the other. These weapon bones seemed to grow strait out of the creatures, with no hands or fingers visible


A single advanced scion ran up the hill from the direction the Tyrant had come. The first of an experimental breed this creature was a leader in its own right for the swarms. Its mind was linked to the Tyrant directly and its body grown from the same flesh. It was in all senses a lieutenant creature, able to direct the swarm in the absence of the Tyrant. At 13 feet tall it was only half the height of the Tyrant but very deadly. It bore a weapon the fired a ichor that existed inside the warrior, mixed in with small parasites that would eat the targets nervous system away. Its mind bore news for the Tyrant. The latest creature experiment had failed, horribly, and was now being broken down for its bio-matter to be reshaped.


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The ancient city planners of Kariat had known long ago how to combat such attacks. This city had been built during a time of war, and with little haste. No details were spared what so ever. So as the damages that occurred upon the cities walls began to grow, the ancient spells within Kariat's core began to awaken. At the same time, the Grand Magister of Karait, it's figurehead of a leader, a very powerful retired hero, stepped forward from his tower, having finished his own preparations. He had amplified his voice, and he shouted across the plains loudly, his voice bellowing like that of a lion roaring across a massive valley. "There is a reason why Kariat is known as the Blessed Core you fiends, It is because it is truly Blessed by the gods!" He held in his hand the staff of the Grand Cleric, a holy instrument that was said to be able to channel the power of the old gods through it. He held it out towards the walls, and then, with a flash of brilliance beyond anything that had been unleashed since the first great war, energies of untold proportion arced down from the sky itself. The Magister's eyes flashed with brilliant power as he used the divine energy that raced through his veins to purge all darkness within his city. Flesh Beast, Monster, and Scion alike would be flung outwards in a cascade of raw power.


The Magister's spell struck not only the monsters, but Kariat's vital spell orbs as well, empowering the cities defenses. Within moments, they all hummed to life, and the stone and steel that made up the very foundations of Kariat's walls, streets, and the internal cities, glowed with divine energy, an unearthly white light shimmered outwards, enveloping the entire city in a blanket of divine energy. After a moment of the warm glow, there was a flash, and the brilliance beamed outwards, shining across the valley towards the Solitary figure, Who for a time, simply ignored it. The energy itself would burn an enemy of the city to cinders rapidly, but as it began to assault the Solitary figure, he finally took it upon himself to act.


Raising his right arm, the figure's hand blocked the lights advance upon him, and anywhere past his point of standing. There was no humor, or animosity in this act, no sense of emotion, simply an act of resolute defense. For a time, the figure held the energy at bay, but after a moment of it continuing to push at him, he changed his stance, and pushed forward, as though striking an unseen foe. Pure power issued forth behind and in front of him in a shockwave of destructive force. The Magister saw it coming, and raised his arms in terror as it enveloped him in blinding agony. The solitary figure shook his shoulders, and released a low, slow, breath, as though relaxing from a battle won as the magister staggered to his feet. His form was still wrapped in divine energy as his voice bellowed out once more, "I Give myself... For Kariat! For the Blessed Core!!" His last warcry sound as he unleashed a monstrous wave of power, sending it echoing down the face of the great city walls, tearing the monster army apart as rapidly as a landslide erodes a cliff face. The Magister's form decayed rapidly under the stress from the divine energies within him, as he was not a holy man, nor blessed with the natural talent to control such power, his mana reserves that he was using to channel the power of the gods through the holy staff he bore were gone, and his body was being torn apart. He fell to his knees, in plain sight of every living soul he had saved, the light of the gods gracefully tearing him apart, his form became as dust, carried away by the shimmering energies of the divines.


As a result of the overwhelming power that had blown the monster army apart, Kariat's defensive systems, long dormant, came to life. The front of the mountain sealed with a magically enhanced door, the inside of the city was illuminated by the residual power, and a massive bubble of energy issued out from the peak of the volcano, enveloping the city and slowly growing out towards the Solitary figure.


As though he had placed himself strategically, the bubble stopped just short of enveloping him. He had withstood the final divine attack, and repelled it once more with the same tactic as before, so now, as he stood, alone once more, at the edge of the barrier that had been created, he stared at the would be heroes for a long moment before he muttered, "I'll be waiting..."


A moment later, as though reality had forgotten him, he simply vanished...
 
Gor'Logk watched the tsunami-like form of divine magic swell outwards and issued an aggravated growl and went to step forwards. But he had already hesitated in doing so, and was forced to watch the man between him and the Tyrant advance and confront the force. As the near cataclysmic events unraveled, the flesh master watched on, rolling his shoulder as both forces were torn to pieces. And once all of the dust had settled, and the figure had disappeared, the bone armored monster took another step forwards towards the dome of divine energy and pointed its circular axe forwards. He had heard such boasting from the now diseased human who had issued forth the attack, and although he did not know of his demise, Gor'Logk roared out to answer that taunt. The same earth rumbling bass-tone growled out once more as the flesh master threw his axe towards the crumbled wall. "Humans!" A small ripple appeared in the dome of force in front of him. "Gore-Lock comes for YOU!!" With that declaration of war issued forwards, he turned to the Tyrant, grunting and rolling its shoulder before turning to leave, not caring at all that these petty forces had met their match.


The troops on the top of the walls looked onwards like children witnessing some grand magic trick. Their minds awed and held in wonder. "W-we're saved!" The archer beside the Cleric threw his arm up into the air. "Yeah!" The other archers and the soldiers behind them all started to rejoice. But their triumph would be paused momentarily as the soldiers close to a pile of ashes looked over it. "B-but... The Magister! He-... He's gone." At the top of the ashes was a crest in the shape of a bladed sun. The rays of which were dagger-like and the middle of the circle was designed like a pair of wings etched long ago into the old artifact. Its form still radiating with a slight glint of power.
 
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With the assault failed the Tyrant turned and left, his warrior leaving alongside him. A few airborne creatures had escaped with corpses and a group of 6 carried a large dead monster. That would be their haul in turn for the lost Scion group. His mind flew into overdrive as he developed strategies to handle such a defense. He would begin flesh sculpting a new breed, maybe one that would be able to burrow underground to strike from below. His warrior left in a different direction, heading to one of the outer hives to oversee the growth of more advanced scions bearing weapons that could fight at a distance, as it seemed necessary to handle the Archers that the humans favored. One of the new creature leaders that was being grown had began developing a huge ranged weapon. Its Scything talons where stunted, but the Tyrant hoped they would grow before it matured. If not it would get its own guardian brood to hold off close combat opponents. Such was the way of the Tyrant and his swarms. Attack. Adapt. Overcome. Consume. The Tyrant called back to Gor'Logk in the weird humming tones he used to communicate. " Come if you wish. I go back to the main Hive to develop new creatures, to overcome these defenses. "
 
William swung his sword backwards with the hilt facing forward. He stood with the sword in his right hand and his left foot forward leaning a bit ready to leap. But before he could jump a huge wave pf golden power pasted by him and through him. He felt the power of gods and goddesses run past his soul as the enrgy engulf his body. "What is this power and where has it came from." He turned as he saw the grand magister shout out a battle cry to the monsters. He turned back towards the flesh walls and they all were burnt to a crisp. "That must of been one hell of a blast. But the war isnt over time to take down there leaders once and for all." He looked at the tyrant and other monster that was still standing and the giant figure looming in the back. But once again they dissapeared when he was ready to attack. He relaxed and slowly placed his katanna back into his sheath. He turned to the other hunters and then to were the grand magister was standing. "Oh my lord." He hopped down and looked at the relic sitting upon the pile of ash. "You served the gods and the people of this world greatlly. You gave your life for a better cause. Your death will not be in vein." He bowed and walked towards the two hunters who were standing in the middle of the battlefeild. "We only won this time because of the Grand magister but we wont have his help next time. Ive figured out a way to stop the monsters." He pulled out his sword and drew a sketch of a monster in a pile of monster ash. "The part right here." He circled the area around the neck all the way down its back."May be its weak point. They seem most affected when i hit them in these areas. But i dont know if itll stay that way for long, these monsters seem to adapt." He slashed straight through the drawing and sheathed his sword again. "Theyll most likely come back to finish the job. We should stay and help rebuild just incase they decide to comeback." He looked at the two hunters and back up at the wall at the cleric. "And well need to recruit more hunters, four of us will not be enough."
 
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The archer behind the Cleric looked between the two of them and pointed his head down in shame. He had to be saved by the cleric himself, and his bow and arrow had not dealt a single, useful, blow against the monsters. Of course he was a new recruit, and experience would cause his own strength to grow, no doubt. He slowly raised his head with a few quick series of blinks as if something had dawned on him. "I-... I do not know if it was chance, but perhaps-" He paused, looking to the larger man before him. "When you arrived, the momentum of battle shifted. Would it be out of the question..." he looked down at the pile of ashes. "Would it be right for you to take up this crest? The Magister, he used this knowing full well what would happen. But perhaps-" He paused, staring down at the crest with confusion. "Perhaps you, someone bless-ed by the Light..."


The surrounding soldiers pondered over this and murmured to themselves and whispered about the stories of old and the ancient arts of worshipping spirits, ancestors, and elemental sprites. They all seemed to mull this thought over before the archer took it upon himself to grasp up the golden artifact and gently hold it out to the Cleric. "I do not believe anyone here can deny these circumstances." He looked to the other three Hunters. "I apologize if my words did not bring you glory either... It is just that-" He sighed, realizing he had talked too much and that he would no doubt make the situation worse to drabble onwards.
 
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The cleric could not take his eyes off the battlefield from the moment the Magister had decided to join, the force of his brutal attack was still causing his body to glimmer. The attack burned those who were deemed unholy to the old gods, acting as a judge before death this attack would bring them down to hell without any mercy whatsoever. A few got away, but none left with a smile of the battle and even those who glanced upon the battle from afar were still displeased. Even the feared Gore-Lock, the revered slayer of so many battles was turning his head to this. Yes, the one who had crushed walls, houses, cities with that brutal axe of his was leaving. Gore-Lock was of so much praise to his people... it was lucky none of his troops remained to see him flee.


Once it seemed safe, marked by the happy yells of the citizens and of the soldiers who made it, the cleric began his grief. Bowing his head into his clasped hands, a prayer was brought up the heavens. "Bring him up to you, oh heavenly father, for he has done wonders in his life. Let his name not be etched in stone here, but remembered always with you.". Not a single tear dropped from his face, nor did any form of expression succumb to the moment. Allon was a cleric, devout and humble, but it was these times that made him wonder if he was made for more, just like the Magister. Clearing out an entire front just by one attack was nothing but impressive, but something Allon could never accomplish without such a weapon.


After shaking the thought out of his head, Allon looked down to the others Hunters. They seemed to be working on strategies, a worth while task if we were to defend this front again. Noting their appearances they were very similar, just by the eye at least: One seemed to be very light, carrying only a blade to attack. Another was wielding something that mostly matched his personality, bulky and loud, the arm guard didn't help. And the last one, standing near the wall close to him, was carrying a large blade upon his back, at least showing some modesty. It was a wonder how they made it through these battles, for they seemed to not have one glimmer of token, poppet, or charm to the gods.


The bright energy coating Allon seemed to die down, completely bursting when he turned around. Soldiers and a few citizens alike were staring down at the ash of their Hero, grieving over his loss or blessing his servitude. An archer, one who seemed to find hope in the cleric, turned to him with a golden object. It was a crest Allon had only dreamed of, the markings symbolizing every possible goal for him. It's circular design was built around the prospect of cosmic unity, aligning the gods with the people. The blades dancing around the edge of the sun were to symbolize the blades of those to work for the gods old and new, showing their task as all important. And the color, gold and silver; the golden sun stood for the power that those under the heavens have, while the silver stood for the humility they still hold dear. Why the Magister himself had such a relic was questionable, but such a power was likely to reside in Kariat. Maybe it was the Blessed Core for which the city was known for, or maybe it was just a weapon the Magister had come upon. Either way, Allon was grateful that he had it and grateful that he was given it, but was he worthy enough?


It wasn't for him to decide. This decision wasn't just for him, it was for the people. Kariat was going to be targeted again and Allon would need the power held within that crest. It would allow so much of him, bringing him closer to his goals in more ways then one. He was decided, the crest would be his own. Finally, Allon turned his head to the young archer before him, giving him a small grin.


"He was a great Hero, someone I wouldn't dare disgrace as to not take his gift." Allon bowed his head before placing both hands upon the crest and slowly bring it to his chest. He felt a surge of power, not like the attack, but a gentle flow into him. Allon's eyes lit up momentarily, but after a few moments, faded downwards into him. "I am not like the one before me, for he was a Hero. But I am something new." Eyes lit up in anticipation as Allon wielded the crest in one hand and a ball of light in the other. "I am the White Arbiter, and I shall kill those abominations as my gods would wish. Gore- Lock shall not step a foot within Kariat!" Cheers were being made, but after a few moments of Allon not meeting them, they calmed. "We have much to do before we can celebrate. The wall needs to be rebuilt, with steel and with spells, we need more people on the walls, and we need a new plan. Kariat shall not fall as long as the Hunters are here." It was a wimpy speech, obviously not well formulated, but it was met with a loud upbringing of glee. The cheers were broken by the bustle of work, everyone beginning to prepare for an onslaught that may or may not come.


Allon gave a grin, meeting eyes with many of the soldiers before turning to his archer. Broken by the bustle, the moment finally laid upon him fully. He had just announced being a savior of Kariat, something that was now causing some doubt upon him. Being a Hunter was one thing, but a savior was something else. When he turned to his archer though all the doubt seemed to be less of a worry, for the hope within his eyes was dedicated to the Arbiter. Laying his hand upon the archer's shoulder, he walked back to the wall to get a full view of the other Hunters. He didn't know this man, but he had stepped up to a grueling task all with hope from his vision. Allon found hope in this man as well, for he was the embodiment of his prayers.
 
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The blast of energy hit before Jacob could make the strike into the beast, and instead he impaled his blade into the ground with a resounding thum. The beast he was about to attack was now in ashes, just as the rest of the army was. Jacob stood up from the ground and pulled his bastard sword out of the ground. Some other hunter was talking to him from behind but he didn't really catch much, he was too mad. He thought he had heard something about the Royal Magister being the source of the attack, and his death due to it. Jacob couldn't help but scowl, though he would say nothing.


'He should have given us more time,' he thought, 'how are we supposed to get better at killing these things if we don't even get a chance to fight like we can.' Jacob turned around to head back into the city, sheathing his blade behind his back. He stopped when heard the end of what the other hunter said. "Who cares..." Jacob remarked. He talked over his shoulder so that his scowl wouldn't be misunderstood by the other hunter, but his tone couldn't hide his frustration, "four or five-hundred, we have to kill them, and if you think you can't, then you won't." With that he continued walking to the gates.




Richter felt the air of the blast pass over him as the words of the Magister rung out. He saw in the distance as the solemn figure withstood the assault, and now he was left contemplating the battle. Speeches were being made not far from where he was before down the walkway of the wall. Richter didn't think to highly of any cheering right now, seeing as this wasn't a victory but more of a vie for time. The Magister had one of two reasons to do what he did, either because Karait was too weak even with hunters, or because the monsters were too strong and too many for us at the time. Neither was good. Richter jumped off the wall to the nearest building, he needed to get to the gate and meet up with Jacob so that they could decide what to do next, risk their lives here and find a way to fight, or look for another haven.
 
William tiltled his head in anger as the Hunter completely ignored him. He smirked at the mans last remark. "It does matter you fool. Do you think you have infinite stamina." He walked up to the man and grabbed his shoulder and twisted him around. "Listen here, your ignorance will get you killed, do you think four men could run through and kill atleast 4,000 cannon fodder and have the strength to defeat what ever the hell they are following. Its already hard enough to take one down, imagine what the leaders will be like." He removed his hand and relaxed a little. "The information im telling you know will benefit us greatlly in our upcoming battle, But if you dont listen thats your choice. Ill talk to some who wants to listen." He walked away. If any of us are going ot die in battle itll most definetlly be him. He looked up and he was already at the gates. He walked by the Hunter who had came with the hothead. "Keep a close eye on your partner, he doesnt know the different between war and fun."
 
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