Almost calm. The time. The storm, a portal. The army.
Yes, it is all coming together. Escape will he? Not this time.
Standing on an outcropping of rock before the troops of ghouls,
hobgoblins, and gargoyles.
"Now is the time my children. You can feel
your spears piercing their organs now... feel the flesh rend.
Their blood will gush. You will crush them. No survivors! Their
homes shall be their graves. Our destiny awates!"
The blood rushes. Veins pound. Spittle
pools on the lips; in the corners. The eyes bulge.
Ripping reality. Shreding space. Oh, the power. There is so much
thistwed chaotic power pulling the bariers apart and rejoining them.
The Logrus in not my superior, NO, I am its master. It bends to my
will and all else to its power.
The axe is heavy and cold. Even this, this mighty tree cannot repell
it for ever. Hacking at it. Chopping at it. It will be! It must
be! Chopping. The blade bites into the tree, but there's something more.
There is something sinister. There is a power in this tree. Black ooze
drips in the axe wounds. Black ooze blots at the mind. Focus is lost.
Hacking at the tree. Hacking.
The fool flying directly at me wine and sword in hand.
"An impressive entrance."
but now I will kill you, Amberspawn. He doesn't even attack. The knife
slices his leg instead of eviserating him. POWER SMITE HIM! but it only
sent him back. Before I can crush him, the insect crawled beneath my
hoveron. POWER... blast he's no longer under me, but where? By the 33rd
part of an all-knowing eye reveal this pathetic mage to my sight. And so
be it. POWER BRING HIM TO ME! but wait, no, too fast! Knocked down. Off
balance. The tree? Hit on the shoulder, the knee,
the shin, the hand. Cannot fight. Cannot stand. Cannot.
How can they be losing?!? I cannot lose!
These frail creatures mounted atop beasts are butchering
the creul and strong. Their leader is so fast, but he is not the one.
Are there two of Amber?