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The dark chuckle of Dreaa echoes throughout the lands, her hubris getting the best of her. A grim chuckle follows her outburst from the dark giant Muuloc.
Casting dark ash into the air the lithe wizardess makes preparations to open a dark portal.
A pinpoint of darkness forms in the skies above Thera, creating a rift to another plane where countless hisses and screams can be heard.
Smelling something foul in the night air,the Tara'bal steels himself for what may come.
The dark deeds of the shadow are observed intently by a blissful soul, resting in the Azure Fields, gazing into a pool
Wanting for nothing, and laid to eternal rest this soul is conflicted by what he sees, and feels drawn to the conflict as if his destiny is not yet complete.
As the portal of darkness reaches its apex,it begins to swell and heave with the chittering of a thousand demons.
Suddenly, all is silent.
As if they were coming from a thousand miles away, you hear the shrieking of demons getting steadily louder. The sound continues to grow until it is a deafening roar.
Suddenly the portal explodes with the howls and screams of demons fresh from the Abyss.
A stream of bearded devils rocket towards the top of the mountains attacking the shrine of Shokai.
A writhing mass of mors-gravis demons glide towards the forge of Aarn.
A seething mass of slime covered challegha demons drop straight down towards the lone Tara'bal guarding the Fortress.
Intently watching the activities from the Azure Fields, a calm passes over this restless soul. He speeds off to do what he must.
The Skyborn cocks his head to one side, as the stream of demons approaches him whispering softly, "Death awaits you dark ones, run towards the flames."
Far across the lands,you hear the dwarven warcry of the Divine Smith, with a slight ring of ferocity as his tempered rage is unleashed.
Barely flinching,he impales the nearest fiend on the tip of a glowing spear, cutting a swath through the monstrosities with the ease of a master.
"Die ya stinkin' beasts o'ash an' shadow! Yer gonna be meetin' death 'ere!", yells the dwarf as his axe turns the rushing demons into a growing spray of blood and gore.
As one Aarn and Shokai look towards Asgaard, each from their own mound of slain demons.
Snarling, Aarn raises his hand and sends a bolt of searing hot divine light streaking towards the heavens...
A look of mild annoyance on his face, the Skyborn spreads his wings as a column of silvery-white flames roars towards the sky above..
Sensing their plan was ill-concocted, the two dark godlings turn to flee as Shokai and Aarn deftly send holy fire their way, speeding their already hasty retreat.
With the two powerful gods of the light occupied for the moment,the Tara'bal steels his nerves and stands fast awaiting the horde of demons imminent approach.
A soft prayer escapes his lips in the last moments before impact.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light streaks towards the Tara'bal. Looking closer you make out the form of a half-elf spirit blazing across the skies to save the Tara'bal.
As the spirit comes into better you view you realise it is unarmored and risks it's very existance to aid the Tara'bal
Arriving just in time, the spirit fights valiantly alongside the Tara'bal but unfortunately he is weakened and vulnerable to their torments.
A calm look passes across his ethereal visage as he succumbs to the thousands of clawing hands, dragging him back towards the dark portal.
The Tara'bal stares exhaustedly as the demons retreat, his eyes narrowing as the as it's gauntleted hands glow with a pale silvery light.
Uttering a single whispered phrase, he watches the demons drag the soul away.
In a blinding flash of light, angels lead by a single archon appear from the heavens.
The demons howl, and the holy warriors searing light accompany the Tara'bal's zeal as the dark forces are beaten into submission, leaving the broken and hopeless soul laying in the snow.
Suddenly a bolt of searing light and a column of roaring white flames slam into the soul...causing the snow to glow with an divine light.
Appearing before the half-elf, Shokai and Aarn each take his hand and lift him to his feet.
"Aye, ya bloody took long 'nuff, ya pansy flow'r sniff'r"
"Thank you both, I believe I see my path truly now."
Corrlaan the Merciful, Lord of the Archons
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