War RP

[Kromas Ndorai]

"And yet now you return."
Kro brandished his claw gloves, giving them a distinct black aura*

[Kyle MaJoi]

"These lands have been the fuel of my ambitions... These lands I created to harvest the bloodshed and rage from countless clashes..." The sorcerer said, his voice echoing across the landscape, "Monks, warriors, wizards, soldiers and soon automations. They have all aided in feeding this land with their hate..."

[Kromas Ndorai]

"And what is war with no life to fight within it. There must be more than me and you to make this war."
This one was confident.

[Kyle MaJoi]

"Furries are but lifestock, my friend." The sorcerer said, staring out into the bleak, destroyed lands, "You can manipulate then, guide them, and influence them. I could give this land gold, or perhaps something that you mortals found of great value, and you will clash against each other. All in the sake of satisfying your foolish ambitions..."

[Kromas Ndorai]

"And do you see me scra!being for such useless riches, striving to kill my own kind?"
This was not going to end well... There must be more...

[Kyle MaJoi]

"No..." the sorcerer responded, "But others will, and you will parish from their wrath. Now, what did I come here to do again?" The sorcerer thought a moment, trying to remember something.

[Kromas Ndorai]

"You came here to restart the fighting. To claim more lives under a ruthless reigeme"
Please.... Someone else must be here...

[Kyle MaJoi]

"Ah, yesss..." The sorcerer said, creating a black orb in his hands as he began to chant something, "In the name of our omnipotent masters, I, Abaddon, bring forth a new age of war. Blood will spill. Lives shall be lost. But the time draws near, as the end of days approaches. אני מביא שוב המתנה הסופית שלילארץ הזאת!"

[Kromas Ndorai]

"No..."
Kro ran in the other direction, away from the sorcerer
You can't run from war....

[Kyle MaJoi]

Abaddon then threw the black orb to the grown, which exploded in a mass of dark energy. "A new generation of war shall begin..." Abadoon said, "The final generation this land will need before everything is set in motion..."

[Kromas Ndorai]

"This can't be... Peace... Shattered..."
The world changes. And war waits for no one.

[Kyle MaJoi]

As the darkness spreads, grass and plantlife begins to grow as the bodies of fallen warriors, monster and soldiers sank into the ground. As the land was seemingly healing, a large, stone fortress was constructed by the darkness that sat in the middle of the reborn battlefield.

[Kromas Ndorai]

"The war.... Has begun."
People will die.

[kalan]

*a lone warrior appears atop a near by hill blade gleaming in the sun*

These lands are under the protection of the alfkin and you will not destroy them filth

[Kromas Ndorai]

"Kalan... You come to aid my fight?"
Kro glanced over to the warrior.