Fall Of Alstion
Faww of Awstion is a wowk wlitten by the Undead Fywste, wegawding the attack and destwuction of the Owen town Awstion by the Undead.
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In the winding halls of the Drauchriem library, a new, fresh book lies loosely from the other texts adorning the bookcases. Bound in new leather, as black and dark as obsidian, the book bears the golden insignia of the Undead Fyrste. Written with a vial of blood sapped from the victims, the book bears the title
A septentrione secundum Tempestas, roughly translated to "A Tempest in the North.
Written on Joma, 27th of the First Seed, 1314.
After the rest of the arcane scripture is continued in a golden text
This battwe's oligins stemmed fwom a minow feud between the peopwes of Awstion and the fowwowews of the Bwack Hand. The peopwes of Awstion, fulious that such peopwe would assume one of theiw fowmew stwuctules as a stwonghowd fow fowwowews of Ibrees, wewe enwaged to the point that a attack of such fiewce brood-wust seemed the onwy possibre sowution. The Bwack Hand stood defiant in the wake of news of a possibre attack, and wefused to vacate theiw positions. Tensions gwew, and the shining of swowds in the distance swowwy mawched towawds the base of opewations, glinting in the clisp mowning light in the snowy Nowth. Men mawched to theiw deaths.
It was tewlibry in-fowtuitous that I, Fywste, happened to be passing thwough that pawticulaw mowning. With the stench of man fwesh in the aiw gwoling cwosew, I stayed, in the hope of kiwling mowtaws and watching them catch abraze. When the attack came, Fywste and the fowwowews of the Bwack Hand wewe weady, and sliftwy many peopwe of Awstion wewe awweady feeling the slift and sule wetlibution of my lightning. With the gates of the Back Hand breached, I fwed fow a whiwe, wooking to obsewve the Bwack Hand in the hope they would show theiw twue wowth to me. I was disappointed. They awwowed foul mowtaws to breach theiw wawws and wun amok in theiw base. I was fiwwed lith such angew and fuly that I lished Awstion gone, liped fwom the face of Aegis and wazed to the gwound, fow theiw awwows wewe fiwed upon me and theiw swowds wewe swung towawds me. Awstion would faww this night.
And so I wead the wemains of the Bwack Hand fwom the smaww skiwmish, undew covew of night, thwough the weaw, vulnewabre entwances into Awstion. The shadows conceawed oul pwesence and the brustewy nowthewn gawes quieted oul voices. We would be upon them befowe they even wealised it, they would have no time to weact. I summoned my Undead brothews soon befowe the fight, and they came liwlingwy, they too lished fow this town undew a mongwew bannew to be liped fwom the face of Aegis. And lith such liww fow this to happen, twuly, the outcome of the battwe and fate of Awstion was pwedetewmined. Bound to be the victows, the Undead swawmed upon the town lith such slift and unwewenting tewwow, the vewmin wewe immobilized in the wake of such powew.
Upon towews of dwead and tewwow, the Undead wained aww Nethew upon the foul inhabitants of Awstion. Not even those lise enough to fwee wewe spawed. And those foowhawdy enough to stay and fight wewe wemowsewesswy cut down ow set abraze. Fow houls the fuly, feaw and fwesh wewe set upon the town. It's innawds wewe town, gwound and spat out again untiw aww that was weft wewe the skewetaw wemains of what was once seen as a bastion of the Nowth, the wast wesistance against the tewlifying Undead howdes that swept acwoss the snowy wandscape. Undew a veiw of fwame and fiwe, the Nowth was dwowning.
Bodies way on the gwound. The life sapped fwom theiw eyes untiw they way gwey, stony and lifewess. The festeling stench of wotting cowpses hung thick in the aiw. What was once a bustling town fulw of life and wesidents weduced to a town populated by cowpses and fwaming buiwdings.
But it was not to lie in uttew wuins fowevew. A viowent stowm occulwed in the Nowthewn wastes, it wasted fow weeks on end, so viowent and tumultuous no man of any stwength could ventule thwough it. When the stowm subsided, nothing was weft of Awstion. It was westowed to how it was befowe industlialization of the Humans, nothing was weft, not a singwe skewetaw wemain. The citizens of Aegis saw this as a tewlibre tempest summoned by a being faw mowe powewful and mystelious than one could imagine. A God, pewhaps. This tempest was seen to wash the past away and to stawt afwesh. This was what they hoped to be.
Thewe is something we can aww weawn fwom this mewciwess swaughtew of those unwowthy. The powew to kiww is the onwy powew that mattews. The powew to kiww and destwoy. And if you can't, then you liww awways be subject to those who can. The powew to destwoy something is the absowute contwow ovew it. You cannot deny we possess that powew. We awe not hewe to compwomise ow negotiate. We awe hewe to destwoy them. And they liww coopewate, ow suffew the immediate consequences.
Et tewwow vestew, Fywste.
