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The Sixth Cohort [VI] - Charr Legion RP

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× His Fury ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

The Blood soldiers ran to the parade ground, quickly dropping into their places to form a solid, unbroken line of red armoured Charr standing dutifully to attention. The briefing was short, their Centurion informing them about Laughing Skull Separatist movements. It quickly became apparent they were being sent into Human controlled lands to intercept the Separatists and find out what they were up to. Scouts and Seraph reports suggested they had disappeared in Godslost Swamp. Whatever they were up to in a place that even the bravest of Human's avoided, couldn't be good. With a barked command, the Soldiers started to form in ranks and advance from the Citadel, on the march.

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The Seraph gave them no trouble, they had already been informed about the Charr's presence and despite the odd dark glance, the Charr were left alone. Hard boots crashed on the cobblestone road that led towards Godslost. A cry from a scout brought the column to a halt. Ahead of the warbands was a cluster of bodies, a torch on the road lit up the grisly scene, a Seraph patrol, cut down and bleeding, their blood slowly oozing between the stones. A quick search revealed no ambush, only that the attackers had made off further down the road, with no intention of hiding.

Soon, tents and activity revealed itself as the road entered the fringes of the swamp. The Charr column halted as they quickly identified the camp as hostile, filled with overconfident Laughing Skull soldiers. The warbands slowly began to split into three groups to surround and eliminate the camp. With barely a signal, the Charr charged the camp with a loud roar, slamming into surprised Humans as most were cut down by heavy maces and sharp swords. The Laughing Skulls fell, only for many to rise again, clutching mortal wounds and laughing as if they were nothing, as they began to fight back with glee.

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The fighting was bloody and harsh, several newer blood soldiers suffering several serious wounds before the last Human was cut down with a blow to the head to ensure they wouldn't shrug it off. Panting, the Charr began to tear apart the camp, searching and looting the tents for any indication as to why they were there. The scouts heard it first, a chanting deeper in the mire, obscured by the dwindling sunlight that managed to make it through the thick canopy, three men stood around a struggling priestess, their words growing in volume. Realising the Charr were upon them, one figure nodded to the others, and the two Humans drew their blades and charged the Charr!

Suddenly from nowhere, two more Humans appeared from the side and crashed into the Charr's flank. Their blades flashed and drew blood. They were good fighters, the Charr quickly recognising them as the commander's elite guard. realising that the man continuing his chanting must be the commander that had escaped Fang warband not long ago. Fighting through the elite guard, they were slowed down by the sheer skill of the Humans. Slowly, they cut through them, but not fast enough as the struggling priestess suddenly screamed, her torso exploding open in a spray of gore and guts, and from the spray, a green light burst into life, warping into a portal with a black chaos strewn center.

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The last Human, the Laughing Skull commander, drew his blade and slowly descended the stone ruins, a bandage over his eye where a Fang scout had shot out his eye not even a month ago. He sneered and started to talk, mocking the Charr for their efforts. His words stuck in his throat as suddenly, a huge ghostly scythe tore through the portal and speared the Human in the chest. His body fell, and the scythe slowly dragged back towards the portal, but the body didn't drag back with it, instead, the commanders very soul was dragged out of it's body back through the portal, kicking and screaming leaving behind a cold lifeless corpse.

"Death. Undeniable." as the Charr soldiers looked on in shock. A huge ghostly rider lept through the portal, wielding the scythe as it's skeletal ghostly horse and rotting flesh now circled the Charr soldiers, it's eyes a piercing green as it's voice was heard by all "I am his Fury. I am your doom." The Charr soldiers looked on in shock before the giant creature started attacking them, it's scythe passing through their armour with ease, tearing their souls apart with every blow.

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As the warband fought the creature, it was quickly apparent their attacks did little to harm it. As they fought, one soldier snuck behind them all, and started placing all her satchel charges under the portal, aiming to close it. Looking to the ghostly rider, she screamed out an insult. It turned and charged towards her, her soft eyes looking to her warband before she was engulfed in a raging inferno as she detonated the explosives under her, catching the creature full on in the explosion.

As the smoke and flames died away, the Charr picked themselves out of the mire and immediately began looking for their soldier, but as they did, they saw it. The ghostly rider still lived, staring at the location the portal had been, now destroyed. It turned to the Charr, it had faded and looked tired. Just like dust in the wind, it suddenly vanished without a noise. Victory was theirs, but a soldier had played hero, and had paid the price, even if her actions had saved them all.

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Siege of Steeleye Span: A Storm of Crystal and Stone ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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Steeleye Span. The only secure route through the wasteland known as the Brand, suddenly called out for desperate aid. Throughout the region, alarm and drums of war were thundered across the fortresses that safeguarded the Dominion of the Iron Legion from the horror that laid within. From the north, a massive, unprecedented force of Branded whose marching echoed like a massive drum, and covered the landscape in a sea of moving rock and crystal. Tribune Steelknuckle, knowing her garrison was too small to deal with this massive force, called out for aid- ASAP.
The Musteirng Ground called in every available Iron Legion Warband rushing to the defence of the fortress bridge. Iron Legion Cohorts, marched vigorously out the gates, followed by tank maniples in form of chuggers and war wagons, and Choppers flying ahead as warbands entered their tanks to be crossed fast to Steeleye Span. Among these, was Fierce Warband, who had been taken off guard by this new threat to the homelands they defended. Furios Fiercehold had ordered all available members to gear up, and mount one of the tanks that would drive them off to the fortress bridge.

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The Tank dark and crowded, only lit by red light, the sound of engine deafening the ears and their nostrils taking in the stench of oil and tar. Yet this does not make the Soldier of the Iron Legion flinch. As the flash of light blinded them for a moment as the hatch to the tank opened, they hurried out alongside other warbands being deployed, marching alongside the files and deployment of artillery and tanks, ready to face the threat. Yet soon, thunder echoes across the sky, that gave away to a showering rain that poured over their fur and armor, the atmosphere tense and silent as one by one, the warbands took up their postion in the defense of Steeleye Span.
The Horizone was fogged by a great dust cloud rising up to the sky, and thundered with crystline marching, snarling and roaring as if the air echoes with glass shattering. hundreds, if not thousands of Branded, glowing of purple crystline and malformed by the Crystal Dragons corruption, Branded Charr, Humans, Norn, Asura, Ogres, Devouvers and even giants were ready to serve their masters call to destroy the Iron Legion's vital supply route throughout their eastern holdings on their Dominion.

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And as one, the artillery postions from the walls of Steeleye Span and distant outlaying artillery postions fired their deadly salvo, obliterating dozens of Branded as they began to charge against the fortifications, volleys of rifles firing and fogging their sight with white clouds, hundreds of Branded falling. But the minions of the Elder Dragons is always enigmatic, so not once did they shudder or waver in their twisted version of rage and pain, and like a wave, smashed against the fortifcations, leaping up only to be greeted by the Iron Legion brave soldiers, by grenades, rifles bayonets, bullets, hammers and sword. Fierce Warband, occupying the eastern section could only roar out in defiance and fight alongside their fellow brothers and sisters in arms, even as soldiers among them was overun, dragged off the wall and ripped apart by the massing hordes of crystal monsters, and take cover as Branded giants returned the favor by throwing giant boulders, smashing several turrets and cannons to bits. However, the bravery can't be overresitmated. Mina Fiercereave, a new recruit and effective with the use of pistols used her agility and speed to render Branded where they came, supporting and covering her warband. Canterbane Fiercestorm, using all the strength and skills he has gained over his long career smashed aside branded with his greatsword, and pushed almost single handedly away Branded, with the support of Soot Fierceblaze. Meanwhile, their combind firepower of cannons, manned by Sirrar Fiercespear assisted the returning firepower, blowing away Branded with her cannon, and even blowing up the head of one of the giants that sent boulders away against the battered walls. Nenqe Fiercewatch, holding firm against the Branded with her shield and mace, smashing them away and protecting those who manned walls, while Dicax Fierceheal blew away Branded away with his magic. And Furios Fiercehold, firing away with his rifle, and when the call needed, used his bayonet to strike away at the Branded.

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However, the battle continued, waves of Branded swarming the walls only to be turned back, Winged Branded creatures striked down from the sky, snatching soldiers only to drop them into the hordes or striking them to the ground, the Iron Soldiers began to fire up to shoot the branded creatures before they could cause any further harm, blazing bullets flying brazenly around them before one or two bullets hit their marks, unable to stop, they crashed against the walls or their surrondings. Just as if it looked like the Branded horde might consume Steeleye Span, massive explosions occured around the horde, as the members of Fierce Warband and their fellow allies looked up and saw the choppers bombard the entire field, driving pockets of Branded away from the wall, and giving the defenders to man the wall and return the favor again to fire volleys of bullets into the crystal hordes, and not a few seconds later, the remaining walls turrets fired, supported by reignforcements in form of tanks and artillery, that bombarded the Branded. They began to fall back, but stop afterward, begining a prolonged siege of the Span. Battered, the Fierce Warband was pulled out alongside other warbands to allow room for new, fresh warbands to strengthen the defences, but they knew in their hearts they would come here again. The battle had been won, but the Siege of Steeleye Span had just began, pitting the minions of the Crystal Dragon against the might of the Iron Legions technology, weapons and steel.

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Honour the Fallen; Koren Ironfierce

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The Charr life is one of bloodshed and of grim reality, as their entire society is of endless warfare and to serve the Legions in their everlasting duty to conquer in their Imperator's name. Their are no gods for the Charr, but despite all this there is one thing that holds them and make them more comparable to all the other races; Honor, Duty, and their Warband, who is the only family a Charr will ever know. Despite the brutality of war and having to bury their dead so quickly, there are times when there are more appropiate to honour their dead.

This time, The Fierce Warband and The Friends of the Ghosts will honour a fallen member, comrade and friend; Koren Ironfierce, who lost her life in a desperate suicide run against the Grimaldi. With her remains now recovered, the mourning can begin.

The Burial of Koren Ironfierce will take place Monday 7th, 07:00 PM Server Time, at the Viewing Hill and it's ONLY for those who knew Koren Ironfierce, who was also known as Koren Ironwraith and Koren Ironstorm.

If someone wish to attend, please send a whisper or a mail to me your reasons for attending and how you knew Koren IC, and you may attend the burial. Again, the Sixth Cohort and the Friends of the Ghosts are the ones who attend it since they knew her, so it is ONLY for those who knew her.

Thank you Koren for having such an amazing character which became a favorite among the many Charr that went and came. ''Till Iron Unites Us All in Death. Fierce as Steel'' -Furios Fiercehold, Legionnaire of Fierce Warband, and friend of Koren Ironfierce.
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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Laughter Stops ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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The sound of a horn split through the sound of machinery and shouting of the Canton. It sounded again, and suddenly the city ground to a halt, machinery slowed, soldiers dropped what they were doing, but the shouting only grew louder. The horn kept blowing, signalling the Citadel was under attack. Fang and Claw warband were among the Blood soldiers who reacted. Forming up and sprinting out of the Canton, shoulder to shoulder with Blood soldiers they had never seen before, but were instantly prepared to die beside. The horn grew faint as word travelled quickly, officers started pulling soldiers aside, organising them as it came to light the threat had been halted at Smokestead, but only barely. Fang and Claw were the first to get moving again, and soon the armoured tramp of their boots crashed on the metal ramp leading to the village.

Soon an echoing laughter could be heard as the soldiers from Claw and Fang entered the village, looking towards the Eastern Bulwark, the soldiers defending the gate were slowly being forced back, most didn't even have time to put on their armour. Not wasting any time, the soldiers charged and joined the chaos of the battle, pushing and shoving, coming face to face with the Laughing Skulls once again. The Charr hacked and tore through Human flesh, but it did little to slow the almost suicidal behaviour of the Humans. The battle raged for an hour, all the while, more Charr soldiers poured into the battle, forcing the Humans back up the ramp, and towards the gates, until finally, the Humans broke, and began to flee into a wall of ominous fog a few hundred yards from the gates.

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The cheers and roars of the Charr soldiers were cut short as the first screams sounded. The screams of Humans. The Charr soldiers slowly grew silent as more and more screams joined the chorus as the Humans were picked off one by one, until finally. Silence. Nothing but the wall of fog in front of them, lurking and seeming to wait. The officer of Fang and Claw gestured, ordering them to advance, knowing that whatever could be in the fog had to be dealt with. Slowly, the armoured soldiers advanced, the scouts moving ahead. Soon, the fog enveloped and surrounded them, until they could see nothing but the grass at their feet. As they did, another horn began to sound, not one of victory, but another of attack.

Before they could have time to realise what was happening, a scout spotted something in the mist. Lurking, and watching. Regrouping and moving towards the spectre, the Charr were greeted by a familiar sight. A ghostly horseman, on a skeletal horse, made of nothing but bones himself with an animal skull and glowing green eyes stood before them, silent and imposing as it made no effort to speak. Instead, a scythe formed in its right hand as the Charr roared and began to attack. The creature, with little to no effort at all, swung his scythe towards the Charr, it's ghostly edge passed through several Charr, felling them instantly as they gasped and clutched at the place where the scythe had struck them, as icy chills and pain ran through them, struggling as they tried to pick themselves up.

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Swords flashed and soldiers tried to dodge and weave his hard hitting blows, the spectre growing weaker and weaker until slowly he started to focus on one soldier alone. With a wave of his hand, time seemed to freeze as the weakest soldiers were frozen in place, the Fury as it called itself, reached forward and with a spell, turned one soldiers hauberk to rust, revealing the pommel of an artifact the Laughing Skulls had been guarding. He gripped it and tore it free from her neck as she struggled to overcome the spell. Taking one last look at the Charr, he sneered before turning, his ghostly mount riding away. As he disappeared, the spell that froze them faded and fell away, releasing them.

Returning back to the Canton with the feeling of defeat on their minds, they returned to a scene of carnage and destruction. They had found the reason the second horn had sounded. Searching the Canton, they soon realised the focus of the attack was their own tank, "The Fossil", where they had stashed the second artifact and hidden it from prying eyes. Somehow the Fury's minions had known exactly where to look. It was missing. The Fury had now taken two of the four artifacts, the other two were stowed at the Priory. If it had known where to look for the artifacts here, it must know where to look next, and so the Charr swore to make it to the Priory first.

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,∙•’ˆ`'-'´˜’•∙₊× The Siege of Steeleye Span; The Iron Retaliation: ×₊∙•’˜´'-'`ˆ’•∙,

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For a long period of time, the stalemate at the vital fortess bridge of Steeleye Span as skirmishes, minor wall assaults and bombardments from the stout and sturdy defenders of the Iron Legion forces and the frenzied horde of the Branded continued, grinding the siege into the bloodied, shelldamaged fields of the Brand. Neither wanting to give a flinch in who was to be the dominant rulers of this accursed scar marked into the earth, and the only ''safe'' route through it. That is, until the Charr High Command from The Black Citadel had enough. The Branded force was to be driven off by the only way Iron did best; By obliterating their foes by a mass assault of tanks, artillery and riflemen. Command of this assault was to given to the venerated Primus Centurion Caerex Razehammer, Venerated Commander of the 20th, 13th, 16th 17th and 21th Maniples, and brining additional warbands from the 9th, 10th and 4th Maniples with tanks, warbands and artillery from nearby garrisons. Amongst these warbands, was the Fierce Warband and the Forge Warband under the command of Legionnaires Furios Fiercehold and Keres Forgemouth, making their respective warbands prepared for what's to come, with hundreds of their fellow soldiers ready to assault the horde of crystal and stone outside the fortress of their Legion.

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At Zero Hour, The Primus Centurion gave the signal, with a loud bellow of commands reaching from end to end of the fortress, the artillery pieces and artillery holdouts along the Brand's bordered opened up a devestating and intiative bombardment of the Branded horde, smashing asunder hundreds of Branded in a single volley, before they began to fire reguarly, before the storm gates of the fortress opened, and with a loud battle roar, mixed with battle cries of their warbands, the Iron Legion's might descended on the Branded, smoke from gunpowder fogging their way as branded fell in droves, and cut down by hammers and blades. Fierce Warband and Forge Warband respectively covered each others back, shoulder to shoulder, they cut a sway of carnage with bullets, blades and bold fury against their hatred, branded foe, each of their Legionnaires leading a charge into the ranks as the battlefield soon became a thundering battle with lead, steel and blood.


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As the massive horde was slowly, but sturdy pushed by hails of bullets and grenades from well disicplined ranks of marksmen, devestating bombardment strikes shrieking through the air only to carve sways of gravel and shards from the Branded ranks, and smaller skirmishes of leftovers, broken away from the main force of Branded to be cut down by well drilled meele combatans and Close-combat experts, the Branded horde began to fall back, disintegrating in smaller forces, commanded by a higher power. Fierce and Forge joined their comrades as they cheered for what seemed like an inevitable decisive victory. Suddenly, a roar came from the air, and through the grey and thundering clouds, a giant Branded champion, the size of a tank and looking like the malformed creature of a drake and gryphon, it fell upon the Iron Legion forces, it's landing caused a sundering crash through the Iron Legion ranks, many being smashed down by the sheer size and weight of it , while others flew away, their bloodied bodies flung away by it's massive, crystal claws. The Iron Legion, however did not break or falter against such a massive force as one, the massive army fired all it's cannons, turrets and rifles at the creature, their united fire echoes in a deafening thunder for miles to hear.

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The massive firepower made a great deal of damage upon them, as Fierce and Forge fired and striked their weapons at the beast, it's rendering claws striking and flung dozens of Iron Soldiers at a time, but soon, the combind fire from artillery, tanks and riflemen soon blew parts of it's body, wings, claws, eyes and chunks of petrified rock and flesh, as well as the crystals that drew up from it's back. Needless to say, all that remained of the Branded force after such a fiercesome firepower, was a smouldering pile of rocks, shards and gravel. Scattered Branded forces, no matter how unbreaking they may have been, began to pull back as the horde scattered, their direction lost after the death of their champion. And now, in the deafening aftermath, the Iron Legion, amongst them the Fierce Warband and Forge Warband, regognize the aftermath. Dozens of soldiers dead, many more wounded, and the Bridge fortress was scarred, rended and damaged with many of it's turrets, turret batteries and fortifactions damaged, and warbands that needed to replenish it's losses. But Steeleye Span had held. For Steel Never Yield, and as long as warbands such as Fierce and Forge stands, they are Fierce as Steel, as they are Forged for War.

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.⑇’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’× The Creeping Fog ×’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’’∙.

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With two pieces of the artifact gone, the Charr in Claw and Fang warbands knew well that The Fury would now be working towards obtaining the last two parts of the artifact, and if allowed to combine them into his god's weapon, would become unstoppable. Wasting little time, the Charr marched out to the Priory to take the two pieces back before the Fury could get there. It wasn't long before snow crunched under the soldier's boots, changing to stone as they marched up the stone steps leading to the Priory itself.

The word about what was heading their way had already long reached the Priory, and they were long into preparing to defend their home. As scholar's, guards and mercenaries rushed back and forth, the Charr spoke to the highest ranking Priory agent they could find. Their demands were met with cold rebuke, until one of the soldiers who had served a brief tour in the Priory, stepped forward and convinced the agent to release the pieces of the artifact to them. It was then the deceit become apparent. A Human who had become sympathetic to his fallen God's promises had taken the pieces for himself. With the pieces in his possession, he now led a scouting party to try and find the approaching Fury's army.

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There was no debate. The Charr instantly turned around and with armour loudly clinking in the snowy air, ran down the path the scholar had taken. They came across the murdered bodies not far down the route, looks of surprise and betrayal on their faces. In the valley below, a single figure waded through the knee deep snow, making his way towards the mile high wall of icy fog, hiding the approaching army of dead. Catching up to him a mere hundred meters from the fog, the Charr slaughtered him, his blood melting through the snow as they searched his body, finding the two pieces of the scythe's shaft hidden in his pack.

Slowly, over the wind, the faint sound of bones scraping against bone, sinew snapping as knees moved, the sound of rotting flesh hitting hard icy ground as an army of something slightly less than alive but not entirely dead approached. The soldiers turned their heads to the noise and then the two pieces of the artifact, as with a flash of green magic, they suddenly joined, ripping themselves out of the soldier's hands as they did, before falling into the snow, now as one single staff. The Fury was near, and with that, the Charr grabbed the staff, turning to run back to the Priory before it was too late.

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Metal boots rang against the stone steps as they climbed back up to the Priory, the wall of fog close behind. Around them, Priory guards and scholars were standing, watching and waiting for the inevitable. Claw and Fang warbands stood and panted for breath, before the argument started, deciding what to do now. A few wanted to stand and fight, a few wanted to order the Priory to evacuate. The most senior soldier's however knew there wouldn't be time, and to stand and fight would be no better than offering the artifact to the Fury on a silver platter, they would have made no difference.

The order was given, the Charr turned and disappeared into the caves leading to Lion's Arch, leaving it to it's fate, should it survive the attack from a fallen God's chosen and it's undead warriors. But the Charr knew the Fury could somehow sense the artifacts location. It might attack the Priory now, but they knew it would be on it's way to find them again, and the undead have a habit of not tiring or giving up.

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.⑇’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’× The Fate of Fury ×’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’’∙.

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With the Fury and it's army on the move through the Shiverpeak pass, the Blood soldiers knew what was coming, but it wasn't as easy figuring out what to do. They knew that regular weapons could hurt the creature, but only slightly. It would take a lot to even wound it. But they knew that they had a part of a weapon that could kill it, and maybe with some luck, they could finish this fight forever.

Heading out to a deserted Charr camp, they prepared for the arrival of the creature, a battle plan was devised, and they started laying mines and charges in a small ravine on the edge of the settlement, hoping to lead The Fury down it and over the trap, leaving several scouts down below while the rest of Claw and Fang took to the cliffs either side, ready to jump down on whatever was left.

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The time passed quickly, it wasn't long before a thick, cold mist overrun the Charr settlement, leaving a chilling silence hanging over them all, that seemed to amplify even the smallest noise they made. Soon, the sickening sound of decaying flesh and splintering bone reached their ears as they heard it's army of dead on the march, no more than animated bodies, but still deadly in numbers. As they started to enter the camp, their suspicions were confirmed, the ghostly creature could sense its masters weapon, but fortunately, this would work against it.

As soon as the Fury stepped into the ravine, figures of twisted and broken corpses shambling along beside it stepped into view alongside it. The ghostly leader, high atop his skeletal mount spotted the Charr scouts. Without a word, the spectre held out its hand, as a ghostly scythe formed in its grip, spurring it's mount onwards, it charged towards the scouts as it's undead began with it. The scouts turned and ran from the ravine, quickly grabbing ropes and hauling themselves up the rocky sides of the ravine just as the creature ran over the buried explosives.

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With an earth shattering crack and boom, a fireball engulfed the horde of undead, and with it the Fury vanished in a plume of flame. The shockwave knocked some of the soldiers surrounding the walls of the ravine flat, and threw the scouts against the rocky walls as they tried to climb free. As earth fell around them, and black smoke plumed high in the sky, a ghostly spectre stepped out from the scorched earth, it was fainter now, harder to see, weaker. It looked up, and looked at the soldiers standing atop the ravine. And vanished.

Appearing behind them, it swung it's mighty scythe in a long sweeping motion, catching several soldiers through the chests. Their screams pierced the air, and the rest of the warbands turned to face the threat as the scouts were hauled up to join them. Blades flashed, arrows passed through the creatures harmlessly and any attempt to harm it bore little effect. The Fury put meaning to it's name, it's scythe tore through the ranks of soldiers mercilessly, until finally, one soldier took up the staff of the lost God's scythe, and with a roar, rammed it's tip into the ghost's chest. Already weak, the ornate weapon, albeit broken, seemed to glow with power as The Fury for the first time seemed to stagger and pause. It's weapon fell, disappearing before it hit the ground. As the staff was wrenched free, it gasped, as it started to fade rapidly, but this time, clearly in pain. It fell to it's knees, as its voice echoed around them, gasping, and struggling with each word as it fell for the final time "Death... Undeniable...".

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.⑇’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’× The Shadows ×’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’’∙.

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Eager to return to regular legion service, Claw and Fang warbands received their first orders not long after having recovered from their last fight. Mustering outside the Canton. With ears all perked, they listened to the Legionnaire read the orders out. Ranchers and soldiers had been disappearing from the town of Nolan, and there was no reason that could be discovered as of yet. As such, The Sixth Cohort was tasked with sending two warbands to the town to help secure the threat. Whatever it was.

Marching out in formation, it wasn't a long walk. The two warbands soon arrived at the town, and set to work, questioning and investigating the town and its inhabitants. As they talked to the townsfolk, they discovered that the victims had been discovered in dark and uninhabited parts of the town, with throats ripped open. The townsfolk themselves hadn't seen a thing, but an eagle eyed tracker for Claw warband had spotted some creatures tracks in an old junkyard, a large creature, what was it doing inside the town walls?

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The tracks led them deep in the junkyard, and through a rusted iron pipe that led into a small grove, untouched for years, maybe longer. As they started to fan out, an alert soldier cried out, as a large shadowy beast plunged into a river that split the grove in two, disappearing in a haze as it stealthed itself. A shadow skelk. There was a sudden cry from the soldiers left as the shadow skelk appeared from a cloud of shadows, rending the Charr's armour with razor sharp claws and tearing flesh.

It pounced on the next Soldier, but before it could latch it's fangs around the soldiers neck, the Charr soldiers got over their shock, charging and lashing out at the beast with roars and snarls. The Shadow skelk was no more than a beast, it couldn't parry blows, every blow cut into it's flesh and thick red blood ran down it's black skin, but it kept fighting, lashing out and knocking soldiers down, following up with fangs and claws before a heavy blow to it's head knocked it down, and the Legion blades sunk into its neck and skull finished it off.

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As medics tended to the wounded soldiers as best they could, the rest of the soldiers were ordered to investigate the clearing, spread out and make sure there were no more shadow skelk hiding in the foliage or in the riverbanks. As they searched, a couple of soldiers stopped by the riverbank, staring into the river with a perplexed face. Alerting the others, they came to see what he had. A body, a Charr body, in the river. It looked dead, but showed no signs of decay. As they reached down to pull the corpse out, it let out a shuddering gasp as it took in a fresh breath of air.

The soldiers reached down, grabbing blades, some stepping back in shock. It was no undead, the Charr was alive, panting for breath. With some explaining later, the Charr explained he had put a sleeping spell on himself, putting himself in a form of stasis, slowing his body down completely, he was old. Not wanting to waste any time and with questions for this new Charr, they took him back to the Citadel to find out more.

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.⑇’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’× Blood Magic ×’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’’∙.

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Bringing the Charr they had found seemingly sleeping back to the Citadel, they questioned him to find out he was a Flame Legion Shaman. He was surprised to hear how much had changed in the time he had slept, which he guessed at being nearly one hundred years, possibly longer. He assured them he had no love for the Flame Legion, and had no desire to join his already weakened Legion again. With that, he was let back into Charr society as a Gladium, expected to find a new way to the fight.

A week later, orders came again, this time, they held an air of accusation, the mission they had been sent on was reported as having been completed, but now bodies were turning up inside the Citadel, all with their throats ripped out, just like in Nolan. The warbands Claw and Fang were instructed to find the cause this time. The real cause. It didn't take long before they set off to find the latest victim.

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Coming across a scene guarded by Adamants, they found a cold, lifeless corpse, a pool of blood around it's neck, soaked and dried in a pool. It mirrored what they had heard was happening in Nolan before they investigated. As they searched the area, the same tracker noted there were Charr footprints in the dried pool, meaning whatever had done this was likely a Charr, not a skelk. It took only seconds for them to realise that Charr wasn't all he seemed. Splitting into groups, they set off to find him as fast as they could.

One group of Blood soldiers took the Gladium Canton, realising it was likely where he was living. Searching it from the top down, they found nothing, until one looked over a rail into the deeper sections of the Citadel, as he did, he saw a pool of waste water, rapidly turning red from blood, laying in the water was a corpse, fresh, and walking away from it, a cloaked Charr rapidly leaving the scene. Pointing this out the Blood soldiers rushed to an elevator, running to intercept him as fast as they could.

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Sprinting down Ligacus Aquilo, they started crashing through the ankle deep water to reach the Gladium Canton's underbelly, as they did, the same figure was leaving it. Drawing blades, they screamed at him to stop. Raising his hands, it was clear, it was the same Charr that they had pulled from the river! Surrounding him, he feigned innocence, until they revealed they had seen what he had just done. He paused at that, before without warning, he drew a blade, and lifted a hand, casting a wave of necrotic energy at a Blood soldier, sending them flying as he tried to run through the opening.

He didn't get far, a soldier quickly crashed into him, sending them both flying. Crashing to the ground, he lashed out with his dagger, but as the other soldiers surrounded him, he was stabbed in the chest. With a hiss, the soldiers watched as his magic flared, and the wound healed quickly, muscles knitting together. With several more blows healed as he fought, one final blow to his skull finally felled him, his corpse landing in the shallow water, turning the water red as the soldiers finally realised what he was doing with those corpses, and what exactly the source of his power was. A soldier spat in the water and snarled "Blood magic...".

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.⑇’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’× Fire and Water ×’ˆ`⋱⋰´˜’’∙.

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Now properly rested, and with the Cohort itself back to full strength, the Cohort was moved north, to the outpost of Cowlfang. The frontline with Flame Legion was constantly shifting, and there was fear that the Flame Legion was planning an assault on Cowlfang in the coming weeks. The Sixth marched north after mustering, and was soon admitted into Cowlfang where they began bunkering down for the night.


Several nights later, scouts positioned on the walls of the outpost reported strange sounds coming from across the river to their west. A large scale attack could only come from their direct front, which was heavily fortified and prepared for such an offence. As the scouts and officers strained their ears, they finally identified the source of the sound. Oars. The Flame Legion were attempting a river crossing, if they succeeded, they could bypass all the mines, the caltrops, the stakes, and skip straight to the city.

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The officers, knowing that if they could catch the Flame Legion mid crossing, they could hold the advantage, halving the Flame Legion army completely. With barked orders, armoured boots kicked sleeping soldiers as they prepared to advance from the gate. Hundreds of soldiers began filing into ranks, before finally the gates were opened, and at the run, warband after warband of blood legion soldier began filing out of the gates down towards the riverbanks.

The Flame Legion quickly realised the game was up as fire arrows began falling around them, lighting up the battlefield, several soldiers being hit by the arrows falling into the water as the shields and heavy armour of the Blood soldiers began filing into a long battle line, ready to encircle and meet the Flame Legion soldiers who had already made it across. With swords beating on shields, the soldiers began to jeer and insult each other, the sound of armour and roars began to fill the battlefield, as suddenly, the Flame Legion charged.

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Blade met blade, and more often blade met flesh. Screams started to fill the battlefield, shields locked into place, ready to meet the Flame Legion's advance, Blood Legion had time to organise ranks and soon soldiers fell into the mindless drill of bunkering behind their shields and stabbing anything that got too close. Blood slowly soaked the earth wet underfoot, and as more Flame Legion jumped from the boats to join the melee, more Charr started to pile up under armoured boots as the Blood Legion began to advance towards the river.

There was little hope to begin with, but in under an hour, any hope was gone. Soon, the boats stopped coming as sense won the mind of the Flame commander, not willing to sacrifice more men to the slaughter. Those left behind weren't shown any mercy, nor did most ask for it. Steel tore muscle and sinew, and as the sun started to rise, it's warm rays fell on cold bodies clad in orange armour, beneath the boots of the victorious Sixth.

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