Life.
Like everything, life starts small.
In our case, probably a bored, dull mind... was mixed in there somewhere.
In our case, probably a bored, dull mind... was mixed in there somewhere.
"She is the last."
"One of their kind should live.
To tell the story of this day.
The day that everything,
everywhere...changed."
"to tell this tale of my victory, my cruelty,my wrath."
A Cold Heart
Banished from her village for practicing Wychkraft. Her own child.
Kelly. She cast a spell to simply protect her daughter from the cold.
The tribal leaders cast Lucy out into the dark blizzard. No one could last the night in the Ice King's path. None had before. She was brought to a place in the mountains Kangmiwu would soon cross . Her daughter would be sold to the slavers.
She cursed their cruelty. A warning. Indeed, a threat.
"as cold as your own hearts."
Kangmiwu found the young woman on his path and before he was about to kill her she offered a bargain that brought warmth back to the the Ice Kings heart. A deal was made.
The next winter Katiyana joined her new husband on his walk.
Near the village which had left her to die she sent an army of Ice Goblins to slaughter the entire village except one.
"Leave one alive to tell this tale of their cruelty, your victory and my wrath."
Katiyana soon received word that her goblins had indeed destroyed the village and left one alive, a young girl. A girl who then killed the goblin king before turning her sword upon the rest of the goblin army. She left one goblin alive to return a message to the queen.
"Tell my mother that they are all dead. That her vengeance upon them is complete. Be warned for the last words you may speak will be that my vengeance upon her has just begun."
Kelly. She cast a spell to simply protect her daughter from the cold.
The tribal leaders cast Lucy out into the dark blizzard. No one could last the night in the Ice King's path. None had before. She was brought to a place in the mountains Kangmiwu would soon cross . Her daughter would be sold to the slavers.
She cursed their cruelty. A warning. Indeed, a threat.
"as cold as your own hearts."
Kangmiwu found the young woman on his path and before he was about to kill her she offered a bargain that brought warmth back to the the Ice Kings heart. A deal was made.
The next winter Katiyana joined her new husband on his walk.
Near the village which had left her to die she sent an army of Ice Goblins to slaughter the entire village except one.
"Leave one alive to tell this tale of their cruelty, your victory and my wrath."
Katiyana soon received word that her goblins had indeed destroyed the village and left one alive, a young girl. A girl who then killed the goblin king before turning her sword upon the rest of the goblin army. She left one goblin alive to return a message to the queen.
"Tell my mother that they are all dead. That her vengeance upon them is complete. Be warned for the last words you may speak will be that my vengeance upon her has just begun."
The Last Winter
The snow tried its best to make the land white again, but this was a battlefield. The blood of thousands would not let it be so. Even as Kangmiwu walked across the plains, across the bodies of four armies, his heart it seemed could grow no colder. The Ice King knew of course, this was only the first battle.
The mighty wall of Palathar. The perfect circle. It had surrounded and protected the largest city on Eyrth for a thousand years. Hundreds of armies tried to siege its massive walls but were never able to enter the prized city. In the end it fell by the hand of one man.
The Ice King touched the stone wall with a cold pointed finger. The sound it made was heard across the whole of Eyrth. The sound of lightning shattering stone or steel. The sound of the end of times.
Kangmiwu turned and began walking towards the east. There was no reason to enter, his revenge upon Palathar was now finished. He would be too weak to fight after using so much magik, but it didn't concern him for he knew that, what was once the greatest fortress on Eyrth was now a dead city.
Palathar was now a cemetery and every citizen in it a frozen gravestone.
The mighty wall of Palathar. The perfect circle. It had surrounded and protected the largest city on Eyrth for a thousand years. Hundreds of armies tried to siege its massive walls but were never able to enter the prized city. In the end it fell by the hand of one man.
The Ice King touched the stone wall with a cold pointed finger. The sound it made was heard across the whole of Eyrth. The sound of lightning shattering stone or steel. The sound of the end of times.
Kangmiwu turned and began walking towards the east. There was no reason to enter, his revenge upon Palathar was now finished. He would be too weak to fight after using so much magik, but it didn't concern him for he knew that, what was once the greatest fortress on Eyrth was now a dead city.
Palathar was now a cemetery and every citizen in it a frozen gravestone.
The Fate Of Kelly
Palathar was dead. The entire city was frozen.
Kangmiwu's wrath served.
The queen awoke to silence.
She felt the cold in the tips of her fingers. It was the first time since she was child she had felt the cold.
Standing now, her arms would not move, no step could be taken. She watched as slowly, painfully the ice seemed to crawl over her flesh.
Cracked. Her fingers actually cracked and the tips fell to the floor.
She watched her body break apart and shatter upon the frost covered floor.
She could feel it at first, then felt nothing.
The city, the land, the queen were now gone.
Only The Remnants remained to serve justice, nay vengeance upon The Frost King.
Orlando knew. He felt it.
He was the leader of the last of people of Palathar.
If he failed all of Palathar would die.
He would not fail.
Kangmiwu's wrath served.
The queen awoke to silence.
She felt the cold in the tips of her fingers. It was the first time since she was child she had felt the cold.
Standing now, her arms would not move, no step could be taken. She watched as slowly, painfully the ice seemed to crawl over her flesh.
Cracked. Her fingers actually cracked and the tips fell to the floor.
She watched her body break apart and shatter upon the frost covered floor.
She could feel it at first, then felt nothing.
The city, the land, the queen were now gone.
Only The Remnants remained to serve justice, nay vengeance upon The Frost King.
Orlando knew. He felt it.
He was the leader of the last of people of Palathar.
If he failed all of Palathar would die.
He would not fail.
Ludaja & Anomea
Ludaja looked out into the city. The smile carved into his face seemed to grow. The sound drew him to the balcony.
"Palathar is dead" he laughed.
It sounded like stone grinding in a mortar.
The overpowering scent, the enchanting aroma of his wife approaching halted his maniacal jubilation.
"They come for you my Lord" Anomea whispered.
"All you have created will soon belong to Jotnur and we shall be cast into the light and only find solace in shadow"
The hard vines that were the Pumpkin Lords hands tightened around the balcony railing. He wished they were able to tighten around the neck of his wife, to silence her petty, and growing stabs at him, at his rule.
"Still your obdurate unfeeling tongue Leigha if you can, I grow weary of your attempts to test my will. Soon you will feel again, you should concern yourself with 'what' you will feel when that time arrives."
Leigha Anomea floated silently, furiously.
Ludaja was getting better at his skill of making her angry.
He looked back out to the city, and the small lights, the torches, from almost every building below.They seemed to float in the darkness, and he spoke.
"We should gather some new friends to greet our older friends when they begin their journey here. I have grown to like this darkness and will not bow down to the Sun King, let him go back and burn in his light. Let hell continue to freeze, This city is mine"
"Palathar is dead" he laughed.
It sounded like stone grinding in a mortar.
The overpowering scent, the enchanting aroma of his wife approaching halted his maniacal jubilation.
"They come for you my Lord" Anomea whispered.
"All you have created will soon belong to Jotnur and we shall be cast into the light and only find solace in shadow"
The hard vines that were the Pumpkin Lords hands tightened around the balcony railing. He wished they were able to tighten around the neck of his wife, to silence her petty, and growing stabs at him, at his rule.
"Still your obdurate unfeeling tongue Leigha if you can, I grow weary of your attempts to test my will. Soon you will feel again, you should concern yourself with 'what' you will feel when that time arrives."
Leigha Anomea floated silently, furiously.
Ludaja was getting better at his skill of making her angry.
He looked back out to the city, and the small lights, the torches, from almost every building below.They seemed to float in the darkness, and he spoke.
"We should gather some new friends to greet our older friends when they begin their journey here. I have grown to like this darkness and will not bow down to the Sun King, let him go back and burn in his light. Let hell continue to freeze, This city is mine"
The Remnants
The Eighty Eight remaining Imperium soldiers stood before General Orlando.
They were the only survivors of Kangmiwu's wrath.
The last people of Palathar.
Orlando was now king in their eyes, in their hearts. To Orlando, he was just like them. Just one of the last.
"My brothers" he spoke quietly, his voice crippled by sorrow though loud enough to be heard by all. A quiet calm before the storm it seemed he would bring.
"Our lives, our families, have been stolen from us, taken by one who sought vengeance upon our people, one who would think us destroyed. Ignorant to believe we would once again rise"
A calm, even among those who were driven by their own wrath, fell upon the scattered minds of those still alive, even those just barely.
"The Warlok of Ice now moves to the east. His plan is to free the Warlok of Fire, The so called Sun-God." taking his black blood stained sword from its sheath and raising it high to the smoke and snow filled sky he screamed to those who followed. Those who remained.
"We, The Remnants of Imperium, shall see his plan failed. Doom and demise will be that which upon he is served his reward. Let agony and steel be all that he shall know from this day forward. Let the memory of our loves lost be his only thought, as it is ours."
Once Orlando of The Imperium, a new vestige spoke....
"The Imperium is dead. The Remnants are its wrath"
They were the only survivors of Kangmiwu's wrath.
The last people of Palathar.
Orlando was now king in their eyes, in their hearts. To Orlando, he was just like them. Just one of the last.
"My brothers" he spoke quietly, his voice crippled by sorrow though loud enough to be heard by all. A quiet calm before the storm it seemed he would bring.
"Our lives, our families, have been stolen from us, taken by one who sought vengeance upon our people, one who would think us destroyed. Ignorant to believe we would once again rise"
A calm, even among those who were driven by their own wrath, fell upon the scattered minds of those still alive, even those just barely.
"The Warlok of Ice now moves to the east. His plan is to free the Warlok of Fire, The so called Sun-God." taking his black blood stained sword from its sheath and raising it high to the smoke and snow filled sky he screamed to those who followed. Those who remained.
"We, The Remnants of Imperium, shall see his plan failed. Doom and demise will be that which upon he is served his reward. Let agony and steel be all that he shall know from this day forward. Let the memory of our loves lost be his only thought, as it is ours."
Once Orlando of The Imperium, a new vestige spoke....
"The Imperium is dead. The Remnants are its wrath"
Building Bridges
The army moved silently south. Not a word was spoken until they reached the great river. Orlando stopped at the shoreline and looked first to the left then right as if he simply intended to cross it.
There was of course no bridge. Not anymore. The constant invasions of Ratius, the rat men, had forced his hand. As the phrase was often spoken; he had burned that bridge.
"We make camp here for ten hours and then begin"
Sword Master Kale looked at the general and understandably questioned "My Lord, begin what?"
Orlando turned towards the east and charged towards the sun along the rivers edge.
"Building a new bridge."
There was of course no bridge. Not anymore. The constant invasions of Ratius, the rat men, had forced his hand. As the phrase was often spoken; he had burned that bridge.
"We make camp here for ten hours and then begin"
Sword Master Kale looked at the general and understandably questioned "My Lord, begin what?"
Orlando turned towards the east and charged towards the sun along the rivers edge.
"Building a new bridge."
Awake Under
Kangmiwu turned the key and the door to his freedom opened. What he didnt know is that the gate to hell opened with it.
Below miles of ice and eyrth, the Lord of Under smiled.
The frozen denizens began to move. Demons and Demonettes gathered around their master and the fires ignited around them.
In seconds the ice that had kept them all imprisoned was gone, but they were still trapped.
"They must finish the incantation" one demon spat in-between curses.
"They will, through their weakness for power. They have regained much knowledge, but still are many ages away from the power they once had...the power that destroyed the world they once ruled."
"What if they rediscover this atom fire again?" a demon asked then quickly looked away fearing reprisal for its question.
"Then they shall burn again, but it would surely destroy themselves completely this time and I fear us as well, but they have reverted in their intelligence to what they used to call the middle ages, they still don't realize that the world they seek to save or control was almost destroyed by the sins of their fathers"
The Queen of Shadow spoke for the first time in a millennium.
"They are ignorant of the world they once controlled, their age of technology is lost, we shall ensure they never find it again. Our fool the pumpkin head, Ludaja, will bring death to them, he is the most powerful of 'our' minions and even his hollow head cannot fathom the power even he can control. He simply lusts control."
Thakantos, Lord of Under quietly replied.
"Yes but the one thing he cant control Leigha Anomea, may prove to be his demise."
The Shadow Queen laughed "It is simple then, Leigha Anomea must die"
Below miles of ice and eyrth, the Lord of Under smiled.
The frozen denizens began to move. Demons and Demonettes gathered around their master and the fires ignited around them.
In seconds the ice that had kept them all imprisoned was gone, but they were still trapped.
"They must finish the incantation" one demon spat in-between curses.
"They will, through their weakness for power. They have regained much knowledge, but still are many ages away from the power they once had...the power that destroyed the world they once ruled."
"What if they rediscover this atom fire again?" a demon asked then quickly looked away fearing reprisal for its question.
"Then they shall burn again, but it would surely destroy themselves completely this time and I fear us as well, but they have reverted in their intelligence to what they used to call the middle ages, they still don't realize that the world they seek to save or control was almost destroyed by the sins of their fathers"
The Queen of Shadow spoke for the first time in a millennium.
"They are ignorant of the world they once controlled, their age of technology is lost, we shall ensure they never find it again. Our fool the pumpkin head, Ludaja, will bring death to them, he is the most powerful of 'our' minions and even his hollow head cannot fathom the power even he can control. He simply lusts control."
Thakantos, Lord of Under quietly replied.
"Yes but the one thing he cant control Leigha Anomea, may prove to be his demise."
The Shadow Queen laughed "It is simple then, Leigha Anomea must die"
Froukje
Froukje, Queen of Pirates,screamed to the crew.
"Take hold you fools"
She knew this was the last storm her crew would endure upon the eastern sea.
It felt only right to show cruelty upon those who had been until now,
cruel to the world.
For years she had obeyed her so called master.
Unquestionable in her perseverance.
Survival of the strongest.
Slave to the damned.
No more.
The evil of men had made it's presence known,
taken its place in their hearts.
Ruled its lands.
This was the was the sea, and it belonged to her.
She could not control the ways of men and their quest for power anymore than she could control the waves.
The water shifted and flowed.
It found it's way into everything.
Into every inch of Eyrth.
She would find a way.
Another passage into the interior.
It was her way.
"Take hold you fools"
She knew this was the last storm her crew would endure upon the eastern sea.
It felt only right to show cruelty upon those who had been until now,
cruel to the world.
For years she had obeyed her so called master.
Unquestionable in her perseverance.
Survival of the strongest.
Slave to the damned.
No more.
The evil of men had made it's presence known,
taken its place in their hearts.
Ruled its lands.
This was the was the sea, and it belonged to her.
She could not control the ways of men and their quest for power anymore than she could control the waves.
The water shifted and flowed.
It found it's way into everything.
Into every inch of Eyrth.
She would find a way.
Another passage into the interior.
It was her way.
Volcanus
Remco Volcanus sat upon his throne as he had for centuries. The iron fist so heavy he was unable to move. The throne was a pile of bones. A mountain. All who had fought or betrayed the ruler of the Southlands, The Stone King now rested below him.
Now after centuries, the throne of bone was so large he able to see over the treetops and view the ocean and the lands that had fought the relentless, pounding tides.
“Now, I look down at everything” he smiled. It soon faded into the familiar scowl.
On the coast of lower Valeria he saw the clouds of rain and snow approaching and knew that Kangmiwu had released The Sun King and that both were approaching to finally free him.
“After all this time” he snarled, I have finally risen to the top of this wretched land and now I must give it back to the fool who put me here.”
He looked at the glove of burden, the iron fist, and smiled again. “At least I will be finished with this weight, I will be able to move again. Once this promise is fulfilled”
He felt for the first time in centuries, a cool breeze.
“It will be good to return to the ice.”
Now after centuries, the throne of bone was so large he able to see over the treetops and view the ocean and the lands that had fought the relentless, pounding tides.
“Now, I look down at everything” he smiled. It soon faded into the familiar scowl.
On the coast of lower Valeria he saw the clouds of rain and snow approaching and knew that Kangmiwu had released The Sun King and that both were approaching to finally free him.
“After all this time” he snarled, I have finally risen to the top of this wretched land and now I must give it back to the fool who put me here.”
He looked at the glove of burden, the iron fist, and smiled again. “At least I will be finished with this weight, I will be able to move again. Once this promise is fulfilled”
He felt for the first time in centuries, a cool breeze.
“It will be good to return to the ice.”
To Summon
They were dead, but that didn't stop The Pumpkin Lord.
His foul necromantic words crawled into their ears like the maggots and worms had for decades.
They were in his carved out glowing eyes, lucky of course.
"It is only through my power they are not dust."
The Fallen had not rotted away like the scores of their enemies had. They had after all promised allegiance to their master.
Being dead was no excuse for not serving Ludaja.
The walk to the many fields of lost battles had taken days but behind him an army had formed and followed. An Army of Death.
His foul necromantic words crawled into their ears like the maggots and worms had for decades.
They were in his carved out glowing eyes, lucky of course.
"It is only through my power they are not dust."
The Fallen had not rotted away like the scores of their enemies had. They had after all promised allegiance to their master.
Being dead was no excuse for not serving Ludaja.
The walk to the many fields of lost battles had taken days but behind him an army had formed and followed. An Army of Death.