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Nameless Narrator


After the Fire Giant Feuerkonig left for the lands of the dreaded Whispernight, his armies of rage fell apart, ungoverned and without leader.

Nobody knew where the cruel fire king had gone to spread his terror, not even his closest allies, the Legion of Doom. But one day, his mysterious aura vanished from the surface of Valucre. It was like a significant cruel presence had been lifted from the lands. Nobody knew where he had gone, nor what had happened to him. But one thing was evident. The dreaded tyrant that was Feuerkonig was no more.

But in his place, would come another. 


 

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Nameless Narrator


From the fiery pits of rage that the dreaded tyrant once drew his power, there came a new force that spilled unto Valucre in hate and passion.

The bellies that created Feuer now shaped their newest creation in a much less grotesque but equally terrifying form. Where the battle of Last Chance had occurred, fire began spark about in the wind. The ashes of the fallen long buried in the ground began to seep through the soil to the surface, rising with the wind. They circulated amidst a single spot, akin to the singularity that one would call a black hole, except unlike its galactal counterpart, this singularity sought to create.

And from within, spilled forth one of the most hateful beings that the lands of Valucre were ever to know. 


 

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Nameless Narrator


From nothing, came something. Brown leathery wings broke into the physical world, pieces of fiery embers still smoldering on their surface. The silhouette of a woman began to form in between, her skin glowing with a redness that reflected only one emotion. 

Rage. 

She came into this world as all children do: naked. But unlike babies, this being of unnatural creation did not cry. It roared. 

It roared with an adamant fury at its very existence. Existence, the curse of all beings who had to live only to suffer. It had been created to save the world from existence, to purge the lands of life so that life would cease to end if it never were to begin in the first place. Arching its back, the creature gazed and surveyed the various life forms around it. Farmers, men and women toiling in the fields each day only to prolong their inevitable end. It felt sorry for them.  

Not it. She. 


 

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Altre
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Dreadnova Technomancer 

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Within the withering tombs of Terenus Altre could be found deftly waving his hands through the ether and shaping his magic to move the mountain of tomes and scrolls into the magical trunks he intended to carry them into. An almost rhythmic and complex dance of magical talent. The wights that were carrying each of these enchanted trunks could feel the weight as they lugged them out of the tower and onto the floating wagon outside.  The last of the chests and bobbles had been loaded without incident and were running precisely on schedule as the Techromancer intended. Before finally coming to a finish as Altre would sit calmly as the wing beats of a Dark Fey could be faintly heard before the soft squeak of clown shoes hit the cobblestone floors.

This was his messenger, Bonzee. A tall, lanky horned fairy sporting clown makeup and the what looked like a mix between pajamas and a clown getup. Not the sort of person normally in Altre's employ. But what he lacked in intimidation he made up for with raw physical abilities.

"Preparations are complete Bossman, your ship is ready to sail."

Bonzee's voice was both low, raspy and soft all at the same time. Together with a lilting tone, it seemed almost comical whenever he spoke. Which seemed to fit the clown motif. Whether this was intentional or not Altre wasnt sure, but it amused him all the same.

"Excellent make sure everyone is loaded onto the ship before I arrive, Clown."

Replied Altre as a small smirk appearing on Bonzee's face. 

"Please call me Bonzee, Clown was my father." =0]

Both would leave after that towards the ship. Bonzee with a huge smirk and Altre with a mild headache.

 

Edited by The North Wind

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


As the fires began to simmer away, her features became sharper. It was as if the fire had molded her in the image of its model of feminity. By all initiatial assumption, she was a human. She had dark auburn hair and a generously voluptuous body. But a few far less attractive features threw those assumptions off. Instead of human pincers and molars, her teeth were largely canines, designed to rip and tear flesh with a great degree of efficiency. 

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And where her tailbone was, a long muscular strip of tissue of length 6 feet protruded, tipped at the end with a spear shaped triangle. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


Why now of all times? Why had the beings that governed the notions of rage chosen to curse her with this mission? As fire created her physical flesh, it too began to burn within her body, forming internal organs, tissue, and a highly sophisticated cognitive mind. And when the spirit of Feuerkonig had completed its masterpiece, it put in her head. A land off the shores of Terrenus, where six singularities once existed that formed the very fundamentals of reality and existence. Six singularities that could bring about the end of man as it had always desired. And an individual who possessed this information. A messenger, sent under the influence of rage to the vector. The vector of significant death and destruction on Valucre. The vector who liberated thousands of people from the limitations of physical life. The vector by the name of Dredge. 

And in her vision, she saw something else. Someone else whom she was here to meet in Terrenus. An android by the name of Altre whom possessed vast knowledge of the inner workings of technology. 

She came with a much different purpose. Feuer was meant to be the god that would bring salvation unto man. It appeared that even god was not enough to beat these mortals into submission. To bring about the end of all existence, one would need an army. An army of Rage. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


Striding along the fields of wheat and vegetables, the Heretic ignored all whom stopped to stare at it in bewilderment. Pieces of undergarment burnt into existence around her body, formed from the same hateful place that had spawned her tormented soul. At a rather slow and deliberate pace, she plodded off the territories of Last Chance, gradually making her way into the Great Pine Barrens. 

The woods were a relief. Solitude and silence at last, aside from the noisy crunching of the leaves beneath her feet. Here, life was stationary, inanimate. Yet it too would eventually die, but it was not her mission to see it through. What lay ahead was a descent into the land of wild beasts. Creatures of less sentience, fueled by instinct and rage. Rage, the universal language of the carnivorous. She gnashed her canines as a twig snapped behind her. Whatever had been trying to follow her had been a little less stealthy than it had expected. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


The dire wolf’s padded feet allowed it to traverse on the moist soil quickly and silently. But when those padded paws pressed against a small leaf wedged between it and the ground, the tiniest crack of its brittle surface spelled doom for the poor canine. The Heretic whirled around, fingernails extending into a pair of vicious claws. As the wolf leapt at her, she pounced to meet it, digging her nails into its torso. As its sharp fangs found purchase in her shoulder, she hoisted it up into the air and smashed its body into the ground. As the blood dripped from her shoulder, a cruel smile etched itself across her face as she began to cruelly eviscerate the wolf, tearing open its body until she could see its beating heart. But unlike what any other predator would do, she didn’t land the killing blow. No, the reduction of such an equally hateful creature to a mere corpse would not lead her any closer to her objective. She needed companions to join her in her hateful existence. As she reached out and grasped its heart, the wolf began to transform, howling in agony as fire began to sear across its entire body, reshaping it, reforming it. Just as much as fire was the element of destruction, it too was the element of creation. As her palm withdrew from the wolf’s chest that quickly sealed itself with the healing powers of unnatural flames, the creature stood back up, ruffling its fur. 

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The first member of the reborn army of rage. It let loose a howl that mirrored the fiery passion that had led to its creation. It and the Heretic were one in fury, one in motive, one in Rage. 


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Army Acquisition:
Hellhound - 1

 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


By the time the transformation was complete, the Heretic’s shoulder wound had already closed. The healing fires of their sacred land would not allow a measly critter to maim their champion. 

Putting its nose to the ground, the hellhound began to sniff furiously, tracking the scent that its past self had left behind while it lived. Wolves were pack animals, and this one’s family would soon join it in its new disposition. Upon locating the scent, it turned to the Heretic, let out a low growl and lowered itself to the ground. Wasting no time, the Heretic straddled the hellhound’s back and gripped its bristly fur for traction. With an ominous howl, the hellhound bolted off through the treeline, in search of its former kin. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


Over the course of the night, the Heretic sought out the various wolf packs in the forest, using their respective scents to track down their families and convert them in the same terrible fashion that the first had suffered. As the night grew, so did her forces. With each pack that they conquered, more hounds were added to her collection. When daylight came, she had exterminated about four separate packs of wolves. The entourage that followed her was both formidable and terrifying. A hundred fiery canines, ravaging the critters of the Great Pine Barrens with their insatiable hunger for death, an everlasting need to satisfy their undying rage. Hares, frogs, and all manner of small animal were devoured in a mass culling of the forest’s fauna. The barrens would taste the hatred, just as the world soon would. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


The morning drew on as the Heretic continued its path of decimation through the Great Pine Barrens. The routine was a simple but repetitive one. She set her hellhounds to track the scent of any species of wolf that the Barrens held. With a current network of a hundred hounds, she was able to rapidly seek out and convert existing populations of wolves into more of her loyal beasts. The various packs that she attacked attempted to put up resistance, not to much effect. The benefit of targeting such feral creatures was that they never knew what was good for them. They took fights that they couldn’t win, and as a result, they became her slaves. 


 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


Overconfidence led to carelessness. While she was tending to one of her fresh kills, a small spark of fire landed on a pile of dead leaves. The fire rapidly spread to the adjacent trees, growing bigger with each passing second. The Heretic bolted upright, her hands shaking in disbelief. A fire in the forest could grow to tremendous proportions, alerting the authorities of unnatural activity going on in the woods. Desperately, she bid her hellhounds to forcefully ram the trees, causing them to fall on each other to avoid connection with any further unburnt trees. But nothing seemed to be working. The fire, her fire burned like no organic flame. It spread vengefully, seeking to extinguish and consume all life that came in its path. 

Believe. A voice spoke in her head. 

The fire is yours to command. Command it, girl! 

Frightened by the sudden presence in her mind, the Heretic raised her hand to the flames, feeling the innate connection that her body had with them. She, like the fire, was a creation of rage and hatred. Shutting her eyes in concentration, she closed her palm and squeezed. For a long while, nothing changed. 

 

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


You’re useless. The voice taunted. 

The Heretic opened her eyes and grit her teeth in frustration. She felt a swell in her throat at the forces that taunted her. She felt a hate for whatever had brought her to this cursed land to serve its purpose. She hated it and she loved it. As her rage grew, so did her delight, a maddening oxymoronic insanity that fueled her with energy. The flames from the trees assailed her, rushing into her body in swift chunks. She felt the fire filling her body and veins with a renewed vigor. The flames in the trees ceased to burn. They obeyed her command. As she reveled in her anger, she turned to the poor wolf that had been left half dead with an open torso. Descending on it with a cruel smile, she plunged her hands into its heart and began to transform it. It would be a long night for the Heretic, and a longer one for the Great Pine Barren’s inhabitants. 

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Altre
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Dreadnova Technomancer 

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Altre had arrived at his destination and true to his work Bonzee had arrived long before him. A small crew of undead and 2 of his most powerful creations stand aboard the ship already.ready to greet their creator. As wights once again unload the floating wagon behind him Altre would move ahead and board the yacht. Its muted metal hull swaying next to the old and abandoned dock. This was a private getaway, and not a soul was left alive who knew of this place besides Altre. As the ship lurched while Altres heavy metal form boarded all hands would salute at his presence. Greeted first by his daughter Willow. A witch born of death magic and the blue fire spirits known as whisps. 

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The metallic cage rattling as she did the equivalent of a curtsey.

"My Lord Altre, we are happy to receive you. It is not often you leave the tower, and we are sure you are tired from your travels. Please allow us to make you more comfortable at the helm."

Altre Scoweled at the idea. He had taken to form of an old man, he wasnt actually old. He was many times stronger than any of his creations and still they treated him like an elderly father than the dark lord he actually was.

"I see you haven't changed from being the doting daughter in my absence Willow. Work on that."

Altre replied harshly, he would not be seen as weak when arriving in their destination and be forced to prove himself. He was Dredges strongest subordinate and he knew it. He would however continue towards his next spawn.

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The Heretic
Servant of Feuerkonig


Visions were a fickle thing. There was a very fine line between what counted as vision or dream. To the untrained eye, they were almost indistinguishable. But the Heretic had a gift. Well, not exactly a gift. Every night, she dreaded the painful embrace of sleep, which only sought to fill her heart with more hatred with this wretched world. In her dreams, she saw only fire, suffering, and rage. But in the vision she had that night, she saw a clown. Bumbling, goofy and inherently unpredictable, it bounced about in the woods, defying the laws of physics with its animation-like movement. 

She awoke with a gasp, her fingers clenched tightly in a fist. The night was quiet, but something was out there. Time was running out. 

 

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