Post by jhklauk on Mar 28, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -6
Many days have passed, and the weeks now have begun to lose their vastness of past times. I have no sense of the time that has passed, and I am told a sickness took over me. The wound I suffered from a marginal victory against a skirmish force the night my fellow Mirrans settled in these walls festered both my body and mind. After my return to this Oxida sanctum, I stumbled about the fortress not in control of my actions. My closest friends and allies tell me they can no longer recognize their mentor and war captain.
I fear this war will end more than the mortal lives in my kingdom. Brothers will strike out at one another if only from the pure instinct this demonic onslaught spikes in our blood. The poison does more than corrupt...it takes hold and converts a man, a beast, a mountain into a soldier in its ranks.
I continue to train my bretheren, but now with a watchful eye. I hone their skills, but memorize their moves should my sword have to fall across their twisted, converted form.
An army approaches from within the fires they burn near the rivers below. It is the dark, ichor filled legion. The skirmishes were but a distraction. I can hear their generals call out our names from afar, yet those around me hear not even whispers. My battle cry can be heard by my fellow lieges held up here, yet our champions remain beyond the front lines of battle, deep within the core striking at the heart of the darkness that threatens to overtake Mirrodin. They hear nothing of our struggle.
The war is underway...
...
Now, the corruption begins.
I fear this war will end more than the mortal lives in my kingdom. Brothers will strike out at one another if only from the pure instinct this demonic onslaught spikes in our blood. The poison does more than corrupt...it takes hold and converts a man, a beast, a mountain into a soldier in its ranks.
I continue to train my bretheren, but now with a watchful eye. I hone their skills, but memorize their moves should my sword have to fall across their twisted, converted form.
An army approaches from within the fires they burn near the rivers below. It is the dark, ichor filled legion. The skirmishes were but a distraction. I can hear their generals call out our names from afar, yet those around me hear not even whispers. My battle cry can be heard by my fellow lieges held up here, yet our champions remain beyond the front lines of battle, deep within the core striking at the heart of the darkness that threatens to overtake Mirrodin. They hear nothing of our struggle.
The war is underway...
...
Now, the corruption begins.