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"Again. Burn them all." Gavilius whispers as another volley is set loose. As the flickering flames get larger and larger the burning smoke begins to fill his nostrils. Death smelled so terribly, but what terrified him more was that this was just the beginning. More will come. Many many more.
 
"Again. Burn them all." Gavilius whispers as another volley is set loose. As the flickering flames get larger and larger the burning smoke begins to fill his nostrils. Death smelled so terribly, but what terrified him more was that this was just the beginning. More will come. Many many more.
 
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BESIEGED BY FIRE
 
 
"Fire away."
 
 
Szack!
 
 
Gavilius sighs as tens of flaming arrows are set loose from the walls of Alebad. The sight beneath the tall stronghold was devastating. Hundreds of blackened bones and rags laid around -- in the ditches that surrounded it and way out in the open fields -- as the carrion birds hopelessly circled around the mesh and piles of what were once human beings, angry that their feast was not to be. The Lich King had sent his legions forward, and they died in hundreds that quickly turned into thousands. But more were coming, as if the never-ending tide of blackness was unleashed, blackness that devoured and darkened the horizon.
 
 
Thump.
 
 
The arrows find their mark and the fire spreads quickly. Slowly, but then rapidly, the fires becomes larger and larger as it erupts into a gargantuan pyre that lights up the landscape and chases off the circling vultures. Gavilius reminds himself why this was necessary. These fallen dead were once living, then dead, then brought to life and now dead again. The power of the Lich King rested around his arcane abilities to reanimate or resurrect the corpses. It was best to ensure this can no longer be done and that the foes they defeated today will not fight them again tomorrow.
 
 
"Again. Burn them all." Gavilius whispers as another volley is set loose. As the flickering flames get larger and larger the burning smoke begins to fill his nostrils. Death smelled so terribly, but what terrified him more was that this was just the beginning. More will come. Many many more.
 

Revision as of 19:30, 3 April 2021

Events during the war with the Lich King.

Roleplay from Gavilius Velaryon
BESIEGED BY FIRE

"Fire away."

Szack!

Gavilius sighs as tens of flaming arrows are set loose from the walls of Alebad. The sight beneath the tall stronghold was devastating. Hundreds of blackened bones and rags laid around -- in the ditches that surrounded it and way out in the open fields -- as the carrion birds hopelessly circled around the mesh and piles of what were once human beings, angry that their feast was not to be. The Lich King had sent his legions forward, and they died in hundreds that quickly turned into thousands. But more were coming, as if the never-ending tide of blackness was unleashed, blackness that devoured and darkened the horizon.

Thump.

The arrows find their mark and the fire spreads quickly. Slowly, but then rapidly, the fires becomes larger and larger as it erupts into a gargantuan pyre that lights up the landscape and chases off the circling vultures. Gavilius reminds himself why this was necessary. These fallen dead were once living, then dead, then brought to life and now dead again. The power of the Lich King rested around his arcane abilities to reanimate or resurrect the corpses. It was best to ensure this can no longer be done and that the foes they defeated today will not fight them again tomorrow.

"Again. Burn them all." Gavilius whispers as another volley is set loose. As the flickering flames get larger and larger the burning smoke begins to fill his nostrils. Death smelled so terribly, but what terrified him more was that this was just the beginning. More will come. Many many more.
Gavilius Velaryon