Daemon Phakebrus has Fallen
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Daemon Phakebrus has Fallen by Unknown
The signs were all there... The skies had darkened over the tombs of Wrong for days before the undead minions of the fallen Lord of Covetous;
Aragothias had camped out the place for weeks. All that was left this night was to fight, fight with all our souls and hope to the Virtue's of our King that we suceeded...
The past few weeks have
held horrors and miracles
mine own eyes have never
held, Hordes pouring out
of the Halls of Covetous
in the name of an Evil
Lord Aragothias, Many
brave men and women
fought back those hordes
and slew the Foul thing
leaving his bloody mass of
a body bleeding on the
grassy knoll in front of
the Serpents Cross. Yet,
when he fell the evil
creature that took
residence inside his body
was released and the real
horrors began. Hell
Hounds began to track
members of the Yew
Militia overcoming them,
and those that were
brave enough to render
aid. Our 'Beacon of Hope'
Had arrived holding the
armies of brave Dragons
behind her, Claudia Raym...
the adopted daughter of
an Elder Dragon slain by
fools in the streets of
Yew, had come to us to
help fight this evil force
and mayhap save her own
kind in the process.
With Phakebrus free of
the prison of Aragothias,
he unleashed legions upon
our township of Fogwood
on the outskirts of Yew.
Many a brave warriors
from Green Hell, The
Rising Lords of Virtue,
Order of the Silver
Dragon, Akalabeth and The
Syndicate had driven the
droves back saving us
from the flames. All
those armies as well as
many a Paladin and
Mercenary gathered near
the mouth of that horrid
pit of Wrong. From her
nearby lair our child of
deliverance rode forth
with her glorious
innocence and young heart
giving us all Hope and a
sudden Burst of Energy,
behind her followed two
Sky Blue dragon guardians
larger than any dragon I
have seen or heard of.
Our high hearts and confidence melted away like childhood dreams as the skies grew darker and two daemon guardians descended from the blackness overhead, behind them came Phakebrus... that horrid beast of Evil and Brimstone that had caused so much suffering. As they landed the ground shook and hellhounds poured out from fissures in the ground... Lich upon Lich rose from the graves of those buried in the tombs of Wrong... And our heart sunk as a black gate opened and in came the Armies of The Shadow Conclave. The Battle waged on an on for nearly an hour, men and women being cut down with not so much of a blink from Phakebrus... Then it happened I saw a man run from the top of the tomb over the stone spikes of Wrong with his sword pointed straight into the chest of one of Phakebrus' Guardians, the foul beast screamed in pain as its black blood poured and mixed with that of red already covering the grass. The Second Guardian Fell soon thereafter and one of Claudia's Dragonkin had been slain. Phakebrus fought through the crowd to destroy our Beacon of Hope and Innocence but for each step he took we pounded him with magic spells and cold iron that would have killed any normal daemon. As his last step was taken the Daemon Screamed "Noooooo!" and fell onto the stone battlements of Wrong impaling his thick hide.
Our Fearless Scribe and Mage Greypawn approached the Foul body of Darkness and removed his cold lifeless heart proclaiming the battle a victory... The day was ours, and both Phakebrus and Aragothias are no more... Huzzah!