The morning was a warm spring, the hint of summer allready on the air.

Many lillacs, a traditional national flower of Kholigen, where in bloom that day, the air smelled sickly sweet and the people where realitivly happy, the new leaders of the Defenders had proven kind, just and present. It seemed that soon prehapse even the undead threat would end.

A glimmering was seen on the horrizon by a little boy, tending to his fathers chickens. Curiouse, he told his father, who alerted a snoozing guard, bringing down his telescope to get a good look at the approaching shine.

Men. or men like creatures, hunderds of them in gold and silver and brass armor, marching in perfect syncronization, holding aloft banners of a golden gear set upon a blood red field. Three large golems, two pushing catapults, the other marching by itself, where counted in the numbers. The singular mithral golem let out a cry of metal upon metal, a screeching horrible noise and charged, nearly 200 of the other soldiers following in a perfect line behind it.

The skies glinted of their own, the great Imperator himself attacked the metal beasts, great claws crushing them, tail smashing them and icy breath freezing their gears. But as strong as he was, he could only barely hold them off, the arrival of the defenders marked his departure, leaving the field of shattered steel and cogs and molten metal on ragged, bleeding wings.

As the heros picked over the shattered golem bodies for the gemstones and treasures they carried, beholders decended from the sky, three waves of three, and nearly destroyed the village on their own,slaughtered soldier hero and commoner alike, eyes bursting building to flames, killing grass, fouling water and slaying livestock.

Even when they where defeated it wasn't over. When the largest member of the final wave, the things corpulent body nearly the size of a small cottage, fell the ground shook. Grimlocks burst from the earth, axes seeking flesh and bone. At the same time the catapults began to fire on the city walls and the buildings they could reach, their bullets merely smaller golems covered in flaming pitch.

In the end the defenders stood, neither triumphent nor defeated, over the bloodied, burning remains of the western village. The enemy had shown its true face, only to laugh at them before departing, stating this was simply a friendly warning, his eyes, even on a metal proxy, mad as can be.

// Apologies, I'm far too tired to write anything right now... Maybe it's because of that I have no clue what the thread's name means? Enjoy the screenshots, I'm off to bed. And yes, I regret I forgot taking one of Imperator.

Alitha comes with a carivan carring supplies from the Grove behind her to aid the people of Kohl. She nods to those begining to clean up the mess, and rolls up the sleeves on her tunic and begins to work beside them, helping with what ever she was able. Purifing the water, healing the animals that needed it, and helping with the replanting of the plants lost. She works hard and siliently, but nods and gives a warmly friendly smile to any that pass by. Sheara again keeps watch for more trouble as Alitha works.

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Vyashir can be seen examining the aftermath of the battle from a distance on the hills in the outskirts. He tries to keep himself hidden, and seems to act rather paranoid about the whole matter, for some odd reason

// I'm in the last screenie!

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Those trees won't burn themselves down. (by Maryn)

//I'm in ALL OF THEM

The imperator Later that evening arrives, percing atop the hillside near the manor. He raises his great wings, soft golden energy pulsing from them to form a shield over the entire city.

White motes of light flicker and pass throughout the field, decending as if snow to the chared corpses and slain, in flashes of light, they are revived, memory hazy and confused, speaking of angels.

The great dragon weerily flaps to the air, nearly falling into the inn once before he makes his way into the distance. Some of the guards are awestruck, others terrorstruck that this may prehapse be the great platinums 'last miracle'

// I am also in the last.

Two weeks after the attack Defender Raziel and Defender Hector leave Kholingen. They pass by the devasted outskirts and head south to Minmir bridge. Short after their return to Kholingen a note is passed by Simond to all defenders, which visit the defender's halls.

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Playing atm Eowariel (Elven archer) / Gwendolyn (Monk)
Inactive: Hector (Triadic knight)