The infantry sang marching dirges of cadance.
Devil Daemon get your fill
Land your arse on my window sill
Lured 'em in with a piece of SOUL!
Then I smashed its fug-kin BONES!
after wave crushes thru the vangauard of the old wood. Water is
spoiled, game is exhausted, humanoids are runoff or absrobed into the
masses of warmongers. Birds migrate and plants wither in thier wake.
The HORDE brought all the burning cold of Pandemonium with them.
on Earth has come. But not as it had been foretold. For they marched on
the Gate. A thing so powerul it could birth random wormholes and time
continuiums. The future and the past were now at stake.
nothing can stand up to the organized endless ranks of the
HORDE'S enslaved nations, hell-orcs and undead. Thousands of victories
and millions of souls had gone into its raising.
Like a giant anaconda it snakes its way across the landscape bringing famine, destruction and winter.
Infantry ranging from undead brontasaurus to the mammoth sun-shadowing Rocs overhead moves under thier iron clad hands.
line of killing machines is reinforced with lightning from above. Each
stroke of the seemingly random electricity gives the troops more power
as it slams into thier ranks (regenerates them) Every single form
within bulks up with more constitution and stamina with every hit.
Ahead of them the roving freak winter storm pulverizes the
in one of the giant warbeasts warchief Ka-Thrall and his principal
advisor necro-monger Ravensclaw surmise the situation.
a network of stringy sinew strung bettween a series of uptunred
bloodfilled skulls the two view several places at once using many
protals and scrying devices. Ravensclaw casts thru these items and puts
his hexes in front of the plodding troops in order to ease thier
ahead they watch and evaluate the Gate of Asmodeus, In silence they
watch the Brass citadel crawl thru and take root on this plane.
It was official. The Devils had come. The hand of the Prince of lies and found a grip here.
Looking to the rift Ravensclaw turned to Ka-Thrall. It is time my lord. The Beast has landed.
Ka-Thrall looked into the projected image. He scanned it for weakness and subterfuge. At last old friend, an enemy worthy of our station.
Lifting but a single lip the mage answered, Indeed