Alkalin3
Knight
All the pieces are in play. A vast army prepares to crash against the walls of a former capital, now in the grasp of undeath, like waves upon a beach. The army follows the dreams of many, but the word of one. It is a varied group; bearing both a battalion fueled by greed and the promise of returned noble title, a promise already doubted by their leader; and one that wishes only to uphold the defense of the downtrodden, refusing even any payment beyond rations and healing. All eyes fall on Azyl, for, while an army has obvious power, it's soldiers whisper of the citizen of that that one small town. All know they will decide the battle, all know the battle will decide the war.
Will they have what it takes to end the occupation? Or will War with the living dead engulf the area?
Regardless of the outcome, a rip in the very fabric of Fortanis already
threatens to upset the very peace that all fight for.
Will they have what it takes to end the occupation? Or will War with the living dead engulf the area?
Regardless of the outcome, a rip in the very fabric of Fortanis already
threatens to upset the very peace that all fight for.