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The Wrath of the Lich King (FT)

Icecrown Glaciar
05-01-2009, 19:27
OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14367698#post14367698 Here is the OOC/Signup thread for any and all interested in engaging me :)

For too long a time they had sat quiescent, unmoving and unacting in the coldness of the void. Waiting. Watching. The universe grew ripe with life, fresh iterations appearing from the formless matter, clawing from the muck to the stars themselves. To observe it was to witness the unending parade of life forms, from birth to death, from mere animals to galaxy-spanning civilisations.

To the Scourge there was nothing more...Futile. To conquer all and to never die, that was true power, true victory...To hold sway over your people for an eternity without withering, was to be more than flesh, more than mortal...To be as Arthas, the Lich King...Was to be as a God.

The air of Icecrown was thick, heavy, cloying with cold and decay. Had he breath it would have clouded instantly in the barely liveable atmosphere, glacier chill...Such things were concerns for the living, such things were fleeting annoyances for the Scourge. The Lich King reached out, his immense faculties connected with every single being that knelt now beneath his command. Rising from his throne, his hand moving to the blade that hung from his belt, caressing Frostmourne as one might caress a lover.

“Yes...”

The dead were gathered before him, all armed for war. They came with swords and spears; with guns and cannons. They came in droves; the human, the Nerubian, the transformed Vrykul and those who still clung to life, eager to prove themselves. They all stood before him, or rose from the ice of the walls and the mouldering rest of the deeper catacombs. They all moved in service to him, be their minds free or enslaved.

“My children, my servants, the universe is ripe for our emergence, for the illumination that I shall provide. The lesser races shall tremble before us, they shall be enlightened with the touch of the Plague.” He rose now, his flesh pulsing with tamed power, aglow with inner malevolence. “Soon every world, every species...All will know the wrath of the Lich King, and the true might of the Scourge”

Hulking warriors glowered from the sepulchral deeps of the vessel, their eyes aglow with ruinous power, slave-forms dragged great vats and barrels of the plague to gun-modules and weapon-ports. This was the beginning, the great initiation of their endeavour. The universe would bow before their might, one world at a time, and it would tremble.

The immensity of Icecrown and its accompanying ships, 5 Necropoli and 3 Hive Ships, seemed to glimmer, like sunlight off of ice. It pulsed and shimmered, blazing with the focussed power of the Nether, ripping reality asunder as it slid into the twisting depths...Soon they would arrive at their destination, and their reign would begin in earnest.
Kaldari
06-02-2009, 23:16
The Lich King was coming to expand, his many legions to wipe out all life and recreate them in his image. To rule over all creation unending, that was his goal. However, he had picked a very dangerous target to begin his campaign. The Omega Sector had been a sector renowned for its constant conflict, and many small nations. Empires vied for territory with another, and it was the site of constant proxy wars between large nations outside the sector. However, in recent decades, it had become very quiet in this sector. News of nations and their wars dwindled off, one by one, as rumors of a Shadow. Then, eight years ago, all went quiet. Any and all trade contacts in the Omega Sector were cut off, and no word came out. Any attempts to send in scouts to find out what happened resulted in them never coming back. Soon, most nations ignored the sector when several nations tried to send in battle fleets...and received no word after they left. So, it had become largely forgotten and left alone....until now.

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Askan Prime

The sky above Askan Prime was full of clouds, as harsh rains pounded the planet below, punctuating their mad chorus with bolts of lightning, filling up the air with a white glare. It was almost...musical in some ways, or so Schezia thought. Schezia, or the Psion, sat in her chambers, meditating and focusing her powerful psionic abilities. SHe had finished the daily ritual to the Father, singing his praises as they wielded the great powers of the mind to commune with him. However, she had no time to rest, as she normally did after such exhausting efforts, as she had news for the others. Neran and Kirun, known as the Sorceror and the Necromancer respectively, were part of the Three, alongside her. They each led a portion of the Order, the Order of the Whispering Shadow. They were dedicated to the worship of the Old One known as the Father, or the Father of a Thousand Mouths. She stood up and put on her mask which covered all her face but her mouth. Around her were floating crystals, made of a special type of material that increased her power and also could be used with her abilities. After she had prepared herself, she called her personal attendants to follow her, then proceeded to leave her personal chambers. The two Revived (http://th06.deviantart.com/fs15/300W/f/2007/042/e/1/Character_Concept_4_by_ATArts.jpg) guards left their places by the door and took up either side of her. She smiled a bit as they silently moved alongside her, their anti-gravity fields keeping them above the ground. Some cultists cheated death to go above the call of duty to the Order.

She soon entered a vast, circular chamber, which had three wooden thrones facing a table. In two of them,. two beings sat. One was Neran, the Sorceror. Twisted beyond saving by his powerful magics, his mortal form had been lost to reality, and he was forced to wear his current robe-armor overlay to show his form. Along the armor was also two sets of three tendrils coming his back, on each side. Along with his magic, he could use these to extend and attack his enemies. He led the Voice, a part of the cult dedicated to speaking to the Father. The second was a twisted form of the man he once was, Kirun. His body had become mutated by his dark and necromantic powers, so as he looked more like one of the servants of the Father than like a human. He led the Shadow, those dedicated to furthering the Order and developing their powerful abilities. Mainly the military arm, to put it shortly. Finally, she arrived, the leader of the Hunger, those who controlled the rituals and sacrifices to the Father, ensuring he was...."fed". She took a seat and dismissed her attendants, who went over to a nearby wall and waited. Neran's hood shifted to look at her, the yawning blackness within showing his condition.

"Greetings, Schezia. It has been sometime since we have convened. You asked for this meeting with some urgency. I take it you have news from the Father?"

She nodded. "Indeed, Brother. The Father has noticed a powerful source of magic moving towards our space. He has identified them as the....Scourge. They are a race of powerful beings whom use necromantic and dark magics, similar to Kirun's own, to raise the dead, kill the land and enslave the living. They are led by a Lich King, whom rules them all and controls them with his very will. It would seem he has set out to conquer....and we are in his path."

Kirun chuckled. "Fellow necomancers, eh? Well, I take it we can't negotiate to ensure we can get them to leave us alone?"

Schezia shook her head. "The Father was insistent that the Lich King was not one to be bargained with. He takes what he wants...and only stops when forced to. We will have to show him that it is better to leave us alone. This is where you come in Kirun."

Kirun chuckled, his red eyes flashing with glee. "My pleasure, Sister. It has been some time since we have fought a proper battle. I will prepare the warriors and the Shadow Guard. Neran, I assume you will be controlling the fleet, as your wont to?"

He nodded. "I will command the fleets, from the Dyzan's Chosen here in this system. I am not sure where they will strike, but I have sent out a general call across the Order to prepare for war. When this...Scourge comes, they will find the Father is far above this Lich King.

They all nodded and proceeded to leave; they each had a job to do and they would need to get ready for the coming conflict.

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Y'thgorl System, Outer Edge of Order space

The Y'thgorl system was one of the last to feel the wrath of those called by the Father. As such, it had only moderate forces in the area. However, reinforcements have arrived to bolster the outer areas against the coming attack. Not a lot could be spared, seeing as they needed to guard against all possible entrances, and they only had so much to allocate to them. In this system, Cult Leader Geris stood in his command center, his tentacled face twitching in thought as he contemplated his orders. Cultists ran this way and that, preparing for the coming attack. Defensive positions were being prepared, food and supplies stocked, weapons readied and fleet positions set. Here on the planet of Kakan, the capital of this system, he was to organize the defense. And if possible, the counterattack to push them back out. He grunted. He didn't expect that he would be attacked; the Bening System was a much better target but he wouldn't let the Father down.

As one might expect, he was dead wrong in his assumption, as the soon to come ruptures in space were about to prove.....
Tarsonis Survivors
09-02-2009, 02:51
The system crews on the secret base of Elumarnia, constantly monitered all subspace chatter they could break the encryptions on. News of the Tarsonian Resurgence had quickly crossed through the Galactic Community, no doubt the Otari, would soon in the next few years or so, return to finish the job of wiping them out, only this time, the Tarsonians would be ready. But for now, they monitered the chatter, looking for anyone wishing to make them an offer. For they had resourted to Mercenary Tactics, for supplies and materials. Anyone who wished to request their forces simply had to send a communique in the direction of their space. The Tarsonians had set up a communications relay net through thousands of probes all set to relay messages back and forth, to keep Elumarnia a secret. However they were watching, waiting for who ever needed assistance...and had a large enough check book.
Tarsonis Survivors
12-02-2009, 06:52
*bump*
Telros
15-02-2009, 15:43
OOC: That's because IG intended for Kaldari and himself to fight in this thread only, not for you guys to enter. He is trying to think on what to do now.
Icecrown Glaciar
15-02-2009, 16:40
*Placeholder*
Tarsonis Survivors
16-02-2009, 06:29
...then why did the the OOC thread say open? any way doesnt matter i gotta leave in a week and at this rate it wont be anywhere near completed so ill pull out aswell