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Pre-story to Divine Divinity
Chapter 1, continued
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The sun climbed into the sky as the two armies positioned themselves
for a final confrontation, climbing slowly over the course of three
hours - until at last they were ready
poised on the brink of
battle. The Damned were formed before their demonic allies, ready
to fling spell after spell at their enemies, but as soon as fighting
turned into hand to hand, they would retreat behind their demon
foot soldiers. The glowing glimmers of the orb's rays glanced off
sword and shield, armour and warrior as it lit the way for the carnage
to come. Ulthring stood to the side of the Lord of Chaos; they both
presented a frightening image to the army of the League
the
mage dressed in full armour, stained as crimson as blood. In his
hand rested the Sword of Lies, that blade which Chaos had gifted
him with
the madman's eyes gleamed as he waited for the signal.
Then there was the ebony hued figure of the Lord of Chaos; he stood
over twelve feet tall and seemed to be made out of the shadows
appearing
as a naked, hairless human - unarmed but terrifying to look upon,
even from the other side of the battlefield.
Against this oppressive horde of terror stood the League of Seven,
patiently waiting for the order to advance
their armour gleamed
in the light, their weapons were ready - they would win or they
would die trying. No quarter would be asked and none would be given.
The humans, orcs and dwarves were a block of heavy infantry in the
centre - the imps, elves and lizards were the faster light infantry
on either flank. Battlemages interspersed the ranks, ready to throw
warspells and support their comrades - Archers of all the races
formed the back row of the infantry block, ready to fall back and
send hails of arrows into the foe. Then there was the League cavalry,
composed of every race once again, they were before the infantry
and held the banners - horses stamping their hooves, snorting the
air and showing signs of impatience.
Ruben Ferol and the other League leaders were mounted to the side
of the main force, a little way off - they had their own small force
of two hundred elite horsemen, formed into a neat wedge. They could
all hear the derisive voice of the Chaos Lord as he urged them to
flee the battle, to run before it was too late
how they would
all fall, fail and die trying. But these were not recruits, they
were well trained fighting men who sat on their mounts, unmoved
by the sound of that dark voice
while their horses' ears flickered
nervously, the men calmed their beasts and began to chant a low
droning chant - that even the men in the rank behind could not hear,
it was spoken in unison.
Ralph, the young apprentice of Ferol's gave the order to advance,
which was signalled by the trumpeter who blew a loud and clear wailing
note into the air. The League cavalry broke from the group and thundered
towards the dark army - behind them quick marched the infantry;
their shields were raised to fend off any long range enchantments
that were flung towards them. As spells flew, the Damned had great
difficulty in targeting their magics against the galloping horsemen,
but even so, enough magic found its mark to break the cavalry's
charge and down a third of their horsemen before they could even
get close to the wizards.
The League infantry opened their ranks to allow the now fleeing
cavalry through and to the rear, rushing onwards so fast that the
Damned mages did not pause to loose another deadly barrage, they
turned and melted quickly behind the ranks of their demon allies
flanks. Not wanting to wait that long, the Chaos Lord bellowed and
the demon soldiers charged forwards to meet the League with a howling,
screaming yell. The two armies clashed on foot and while they battled
furiously Battlemages and Damned cast spell after spell, arrows
were volleyed from both sides over the heads of their comrades and
sank with bloody finality into the bodies of their foes. Fighters
of both sides fell in scores; blood slicked the field and mixed
with the ichors of the foul and their allies
it was obvious
from this battle that the League were being cut down like wheat
while the Damned suffered minor losses.
| The dwarven, orc and human warriors in the very middle were slowly
falling or being pushed back by the onslaught of mad Ulthring and
the Lord of Chaos, they left a mound of the dead or dying in their
wake, as the two pressed on their advantage a League trumpet blew
a forlorn note in the battle and the middle section of the heavy
infantry turned as one, and fled at full speed. Sensing he had already
won the mad Ulthring followed the Chaos Lord's charge as they pursued
the fleeing warriors like cats hunting mice. At this moment, the
carefully timed trap was closed with a grim smile from those who
had played the game till this point
they had lost much, but
hope soared as they beheld their elite warriors from either flank
suddenly close in behind the two leaders and block their demonic
allies and wizards from following their masters.
Suddenly it seemed that the fleeing troops were making a carefully
choreographed and orderly withdrawal and not a bloody, scared rout
at all. This was further clarified by the action of opening their
formation to let the League leaders and their galloping, thundering
horses through, supporting the wedge of two hundred which bore right
towards the Damned's leaders at a great pace. The Chaos Lord simply
roared in delight, he knew in his foul heart that this was no match
for he and the wizard at his side - so he let them come knowing
that they would be crushed under his ebony feet. Then his demons
would tear the thin line between him and it would be all over in
a second. His eyes burned ferally
Ralph, Ferol's apprentice, chose that moment to break the powerful
invisibility magic that had kept him hidden for the time and took
aim with his longbow at the wizard Ulthring
the arrow shot
from the bow and time seemed to condense down into a single brief
moment, the arrow pierced the wizard's left eye and the shot was
so fierce that it split the eyeball and ploughed right through the
back of the mage's helmet - appearing in a gore soaked tide of red.
Chaos had no time to react to the attack on his now screaming unnatural
ally
for the leaders of the League were almost upon him, and
as the two hundred cavalry rode past to close ranks against the
demons behind him Go-Dar and Ulf Twohuts drove lances into the dark
creatures body, he gave them a bellow of contempt and reached out
with his powerful hands, snapping the lances like rotten wood -
then he closed those same hands about their necks, plucking them
off their mounts like cherries
there was the sickening sound
of cracking bone and both were tossed to the floor
lifeless.
Jemthorn of the elves slammed his waraxe into Chaos' skull and
it connected with a bone-jarring crunch, without seeming to be harmed
the black shape tore the elf's arm clean out of his socket in a
spray of gouting blood. Carnage was the master of this battle as
Zakx fell to the Chaos Lord's black finger, driven into his skull
like a twisted dagger
he staggered backwards and fell to the
ground. Duke Dylan Ferol leapt from his horse and tried to wrestle
with Chaos, who grabbed the man held both his arms, tilted his own
head to the side then slammed him into the ground - breaking his
back, rolling him over and crushing his chest like he was treading
on a pair of well used bellows
he died spitting blood.
As she saw this, Grondtha of the lizard folk tried to come to
the Duke's aid but she perished as Chaos raked her with a terrible
kick as he turned around. Her hands went to her gut and she tried
to staunch the flow of blood and bile as she fell next to the pale,
bloodless corpse of Jemthorn of the elves. In dying, the leaders
of the League had not given Chaos the satisfaction of one single
scream of pain.
As he watched this Ruben Ferol shook his head sadly and gritted
his teeth, he saw the demon king rip Jemthorn's axe from his head
and take up a defensive posture. Ferol rode towards him and at the
last moment, he simply dropped his guard and swung down off his
horse, which skittered slightly in the presence of this being. As
he strode towards the Chaos Lord the mage began to laugh, it was
a hollow, derisive laugh
he stood before the demon and raised
his eyes defiantly. Needing no time to react the Chaos Lord spread
his fingers and drove his black hand deep into Ferol's chest, the
man bucked and gritted his teeth as he felt his body shake and his
eyes dim slowly
his blood rushed past him onto the gore soaked
ground, but all he gave the demon king was a grim smile - then he
died.
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As Chaos withdrew his hand and the body slumped to the ground,
the blood that had been shed intermingled together and a great ball
of white light burst forth, scorching his eyes and obliterating
the demons that had broken free to protect their master. Black shapes
were torn into the air and thrown backwards violently by this magical
blast
the spell that the leaders of the League had all cast
now shone forth like a beacon of hope across this violent confrontation,
picking Chaos into the air, the power of their lives wrought into
a sacrificial magic that now twisted the demon king through all
four dimensions
and in a screaming rage of pain and torment
- he was thrown back to hell with a cloud of dark smoke and falling
ash; he vanished with the sound of a thunderclap.
A little way off, Ralph, battle-weary and bloody now stood over
the form of mad Ulthring, the mage was still alive, and the apprentice
could scarce believe his eyes. So he reached down to seize the closest
weapon to him - the Sword of Lies. The mad wizard screamed and writhed,
then he was still as the apprentice drove the point of the sword
down and through his throat
the scream trailed off into a gurgle
as small rivers of crimson ran down the sides of his neck and onto
the floor
his one good eye closed forever. As he ripped the
sword from Ulthring's throat he held it aloft, blood still slicking
the blade and the demon army routed and broke at the sight of both
of their leaders gone. The races of the League of Seven closed about
them and cut them down like so much chaff. It was not long before
the only moving things upon the battlefield were the carrion come
to feast on the dead
as pennants idly flapped, torn and blood
soaked - an ominous stillness lingered briefly. In the League's
camp the mood was that of elation and joy as those that remained
grabbed what weapons they could, determined not to let a single
demon or mage leave the field of battle alive and flee into the
unknown. Yet the wind idly toyed with the tent flap of Ruben Ferol's
tent, flickering the corners of a parchment that lay on his wooden
table
not the last will and testament of a doomed man, but
a prophetic warning
words of a dream - three days before he
sacrificed his own life to save many.
Three elements are required to become the true
Divine One: Summoning, Blessing and Sacrifice.
The Divine One will have a Protector who will
guide him.
The Divine One will walk upon the paths of the
Dead.
The Divine One will see visions sent from the
Land of Death.
The Divine One has the Power to save or destroy
the world.
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