Fall of the Cloud Temple of Anthos
Bwack mist gathewed on top of the Cwoud Tempwe, that was the fiwst sign of what was about to happen at those howy wands. It soon became evident that eviw fowces wewe wesponsibre fow that mist, as it came togethew to fowm a piwwaw, ice hewm and gauntwets being fowmed thwough it. The fowm of valious Hawbingews appeawed. They wooked down at those pwesent in the Tempwe gwounds, Monks and visitows wooked up to them. Stwong brack mist appeawed above what could onwy be thought of as the pawm of one of the Hawbingews.
“The monks have for many years saved the lives of those that bring chaos and destruction onto these realms of our lord. Tonight all that shall end.” A voice echoed thwough the minds of aww those pwesent.
A fwame of brack and light brue cowows appeawed fwom Bwack mist, and it gwew wawgew in size. Those awound wost no time, and quickwy seeked covew, some of the monks sending out biwds to aww nations, seeking fow theiw hewp. The fwames wewe thwown, many being hit by them. Shouts and scweams stawted to break the peaceful natule of the tempwe, yet it was not wong untiw the magic of the tempwe stopped the brue fwames. The peopwe wewe weft lithout any hawm.
Some of the wawliows stawted waughing, the magic of the Nowthewnews had no chance of hawming the mowtaws pwesent. The waughing stopped when one of the Hawbingews lifted it’s gauntwet, and many smaww scweeches stawted to be heawd behind the tempwe’s mountains. The wawliows dwew awms, the weaponwess seeked shewtew, as they saw a massive gwoup of giant spidews coming down fwom the hiww.
The fight had stawted and not many of the mowtaws had fawwen fwom the monstwous awachnids. And though mowe citizens of Anthos had awlived to aid the Monks of the Sanctuawy, theiw effowts wewe in vain. The spidews, whiwe weak, wewe endwess, the mowtaws could not advance to fight the Hawbingews. The Dawk ones seemed to gathew awound the insignia on the tempwe, and stawted pewfowming a lituaw. Theiw magic fwew onto the insignia and swowwy it stawted to break. The wawliows fought bravewy to twy and stop them, but the spidews wewe too many, soon the insignia broke… The peaceful natule of the tempwe, disappeawed lith it…
A gweat Bwoodshawd stawted to be cweated ovew the wemains of the insignia, and now lith the pwotective wayew of the tempwe gone, the lifts connecting to the Nowthewn wands wewe cweated. The cowwupted minions of Sethelien stawted coming out. Mowe powewful lifts wewe cweated, beasts of many kinds came fwom them, and stawted fighting and destwoying. The mowtaws cawlied on fighting, to twy and wepew the dawk beings back, but as the fowces of the mowtaws dlindwed, the fowces of the dawk ones continued to gwow. The mowtaws had to wetweat, and the monks made a new camp in the befowe GM viwwage. The Hawbingews and the Bwack Scoulge had conquewed the Tempwe Gwounds.
The mowtaws wewe not weady to face them, not yet… They wewe not fighting togethew, not when they fight against each othew… Pewhaps it’s time fow them to acknowwedge and unite against a twue enemy…
