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Months past… </b><br/><br/>Radivik’s front line had begun to gain momentum as the horde archers let loose a volley of arrows that rained down upon the advancing light infantry columns. There were the usual choruses of screams and shouts while some arrows hit their intended mark and others thudded without out results, being pulled or broken off the shields used to hide underneath their deadly projectile. This was going to be a losing fight unless the King’s Calvary, headed by Lord Daniel Longstreth, pulled through and prepared to hit the lines of Elven archers who were mercilessly showering their deadly arrows upon his men from an extraordinary distantance.<br/><br/>“Blasted quest,” Radivik yelled, he had already been hit by one of these arrows and angrily broke the shaft that imbedded into his thick shoulder pouldron. “We’re never taking this Citadel at this rate,” he commented while looking at the increasingly dangerousbattlefield where his men were strewn about, impaled by arrows or long javelins, slender metal projectiles that were intended to be bending and flexible so as to either render shield s useless or the warrior himself useless, with barbs along its shaft to saw into bone and create massive internal damage.<br/><br/>Indeed the Kleptarkian Citadel was a fortified keep located at the top of the Cattaline Hill, a supposed holy place for travelers and priest alike, to pay homage to their deity, and was considered by the King as something to “take back”. It had been many months since his orders for a crusade began but it was quickly turning into a fool’s journey with little or nothing to show for and an increasing disjointed effort upon the King’s part to support his armies.<br/><br/><br/>The front line officers began to report the dreadful news by being sent back themselves on their death throes with field healers hustling the gravely wounded away, some even getting caught into the volley’s themselves with their dying victim being left for the wolves.<br/><br/><br/>This was a grave error on Duke Northwood’s part, and from great protest by Radivik himself, thought he could maneuver through the narrow Archwuald’s Pass to get to the Citadel without thinking of how baldy of a poor strategy that was with high cliff walls surrounding their armies with a tight ravine that made their numbers a hindrance rather than an asset. Duke Northwood should never had been given a command much less the authority to lead the expedition but as damning as his orders were, he was nowhere to be found as the procession continued along its bloody ordeal. This gave rise to a dreadful suspicion that the attack itself, him, and the army were supposed to die today as evidence to the clear blunders that were currently transpiring before his eyes. When the Duke was nowhere to be found and the loud horn call was made, the thundering beats of Hell Wolves were heard, as Orcan cavalry streamed towards his men in a clash of teeth, brawn, and steel while from the left and right flank , came a mixed attack of Dark Elves and Troglodytes in a pincer maneuver that entrapped his army into a blood bath as his numbers began to dwindle and the screams of defeated men and roaring horde creatures could be heard every which way.<i>They were dying.</i><br/><br/><br/><i>The King’s cavalry would not be coming because Duke Northwood and his small entourage took them and exited the field of battle long before the rain of arrows came down. </i><br/><br/><br/><br/>Rather than be captured by the horde or worse, Radivik simply laughed out loud with the shrills and shrieks of fallen men around him as he dug into his canvas satchel and pulled out a peculiar orb that he clutched with his bloody hand.<br/><br/>“So why not!!!” he yelled at the cliffs and the many defenders who were hurling objects and projectiles down around him, “You and me together! Into OBLIVION!!!!”<br/><br/>With a howling yell he threw the orb onto the ground and shattered it into pieces before an instant eruption of light and a shocking boom was heard. The ground beneath the fighting armies suddenly ripped open as if the very earth began to attempt to swallow them whole. The walls of the ravine shook, breaking apart in giant slabs as the screams of terrified defenders went with the crashing rock. The citadel itself based upon the hill began to sink, cracks formed underneath the sheer cliff face it was built upon before completely being obliterated, swallowed into the earth and then crashing down into the ravine itself, burying anything and everyone in its path.<br/><br/><br/><i>Duke Northwood and his cavalry that quickly made their way down the mountain passage looked back in horror as the whole upper portion of the plateau began sinking as if an angry god stretched out its hand and smote the entire Upper Peninsula. The Citadel disappearing in a geyser of drift and dust plumbs as the entire ravine collapsed, burying everything within it into a crypt of rock and earth. </i><br/><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/><br/>It was said that Radivik and his men had died at the Kleptarkian Citadel and bravely gave their lives in honor of the King’s name. Since that time Radivik’s land had been taken by the King but furthermore, everyone associated with Radivik from siblings to servants were put to the sword and their remains cast into the burning fires of his lands and household. Radivik’s name was then erased from the historical ledger, and a bitter rival was put in place over his stead --- not only losing the once fruitful bounty that his farms used to produce for the people of the kingdom, but he had also abused his remaining wife and children to death, doing unspeakable horrors to them. Trajan Prentiss. The son of Duke Northwood whom sold Radivik’s daughter into prostitution that died at the hands of vicious rouges and made his wife commit suicide. Trajan had his old stead torn and burned to the ground whereupon he erected a large imposing keep with stone walls and a single guard tower.<br/><br/>Radivik stepped upon an outcropping overlooking what once was his homestead, it’s rather unkempt fields and sloppy cultivation rows made him feel a certain way as his leather gloved hand gripped the handle of his sword.<br/><br/>“ To think these were my lands a decade ago… seems more like a life time,” he then said while other faces peered into the valley watching just as intently as he was.<br/><br/>Trajan was a poor farmer and a terrible herald of such lands where the grape yields once produced the finest wines found in the Kingdom. In this present day the fields were near barren and it was apparent to anyone with any sort of observational skills that the dried up vines and dusty trails were a tell tale signs the vineyard was dead. Trajan had since erected a small slave compound that was walled off and encompassed a wood cabin type of keep with guard towers over looking the four most corners of the fence line.  It was here that Trajan practiced his most heinous and dark crimes behind closed doors with rumors of murder, particularly if his continuous forced sexual deviance upon his female victims ended with a possible pregnancy. There were other more deeper rumors but most never knew the very beginning where he had raped and tourtured Radvick’s  So many  years ago and strung her burning corpse upon the large oak tree from where the grave of his great grand parents had been buried.<br/><br/>There was nothing but madness  in the Trajan household and for the past few weeks he had trouble sleeping with strange dreams of past phantoms coming back to haunt him.  Trajan woke before the dawn, shuffling over and planted his feet upon the floor and took the time to look at his latest prize. It was a red headed elf that was rumored to have been a part of the bandits in the eastern mountains where a supposed uprising against the king had formed.<br/><br/>“ So…,” he said with a retched smile upon his face, “ How was it to be soaked between those precious legs of yours by royalty?” He asked as he arose and looked over her broken down figure. “ You gave a pretty good fight for a while though I dare say  — after a few good left hooks you were most pleasant to thrash…,”<br/><br/>“ Damn you to hell vile beast..,” the elvish scout managed to say from her swollen lips, “ If I ever get from these binds I’ll shove your own diseased cock down your throat once I separate it from you,”<br/><br/>“ Well we are still fiesty!” He bellowed with laughter, “ My dear you are but a mere whore of a thousand I’ve dealt with in my generous lifetime…I could very much throw your carcus  to my hunting dogs should I half  way give a damn about your existence…however…,” he trailed with a swipe of his tongue before he reached the handle of a long riding crop, “ Im afraid that lustful fruit is still a bit tight and I have yet to really break you into a sniveling gutter pet of which I will indeed persevere!”<br/><br/>Trajan raised his right arm and brought the full force of the crop to lay a harsh slap across the elf’s back that had a dozen healing stripes upon it from days of abuse as the sound thundered within her ears while she shrieked from pain.<br/><br/>“ How dare you even train eyes on me Elf trash!?” He began to yell, “ You are nothing! You’ll never be nothing more than my seed dump you hear me?! You dare defy Trajan of —,”  as he was in the midst of bringing the riding crop down over and over with the shrieks of pain streaming from the elf’s lips, a whistling crack through the air was heard before Trajan suddenly reacted to an unsuspected sharp impact. Trajan dropped the crop as he stumbled backwards and frantically looked upon his right forearm to find a barbed  arrow  shot through it.<br/><br/>“ Gaarrghhh —-,” he snarled , “ What the fuck is this!? Who shot me?!! Guards!! Gaurds!!!,” he screamed from his bedroom window.<br/><br/>“ An intentional hit I assure you Trajan,” said a deep and crisp voice from out within the court yard, “ I assure you that there is plenty more where that came from… and I come for you Trajan… it’s time to pay for your long lost sins..,”<br/><br/>Trajan’s call for his guards  were heard in the ears of cracked sculls, cleaved bodies, and the split torso halves of those whom used to be under his command.  There was a great orange glow that came from his slave compound where the roof of the two level cabin began to erupt in flames as staggering figures could be seen running in all directions as they dragged dead guards behind them. There were some who were still alive as they begged for their forgiveness before peasants and slave alike drove sharp farm tools and other bladed instruments into their throats and chests.  The camp overseer caught the most vicious reprisal as his disembowled body was slowly hoisted up a Pennant pole with his intestines wrapped around his neck and his genitals exposed, flopping back and forth from his broken jaw. The guard towers were silenced as those on watch were pinned against which ever support strut they happened to have been caught by with well placed arrow shots that pinned them in place.<br/><br/>“ I will give you at least 5 minutes of your pitiful life to open the doors and allow us in,” the crisp voice then said, “ If not — everyone dies,”  and with that warning, down below, those whom were within the main keep trembled in fear as they heard the heavy entrance doors banged upon.<br/><br/>The small regiment of reserve knights had gotten ready for a ferocious battle they had never trained for as they flooded from a booby trapped barracks in which showers of arrows and unseen blades struck them from all sides followed by an onslaught of Dwarven berserkers whose famed double battle axes tore through their light armor and made short work of their ranks. There was no one left but his shaking officers who usually kept their presence within his halls, having just awoken from sounds of the Invasion, adorned in only the sleep clothing. They had panicked, and opened the main doors out of the sheer necessity to survive versus taking arms to defend their brutal master.<br/><br/>They chose wrong.<br/><br/>As soon as the main doors were let loose a vast number of hooded warriors breached the main hall, cutting them down and only allowing the keep staff to leave. The ones who made a run for it were left to the judgement of their perceived innocence to the mobs of slaves outside whom knew them.  The fleeing group was captured as they poured out as  some were set free while others were hacked to death. The vengeful victims dragged away some of them to be ravaged and revenge pressed  upon them.<br/><br/><br/>The screams were heard before there was a sudden silence as Trajan, trapped in his upper bed chambers held his bleeding arm with the arrow still stuck into it with a wild and crazed look to his face as the elvish scout was curled into a corner looking towards the door and then to him.<br/><br/>“ Whom ever they are,” she said with a heavy rasp, “ I hope it is E’Valatha himself to take your spirit to hell..”<br/><br/>“ You bitch!,” he lashed out, “ Fuck your elvish super—,”<br/><br/>Trajan was cut short by a long shadow that was cast just under the space of his bedroom door as if who was making it had been some demon that had just tore through his nightmares and became a bloody reality.  The twisted noble went for his sword that was carelessly placed where the elven woman was covering and as he went near, she had lunged forward, checking him back towards his bed where the shaft of the arrow broke as it bashed against a support strut. Trajan howled in pain as his wound spout more blood from it’s puncture as the door was bashed open revealing a tall figure in a dark cloak with his facial features hidden behind the shadow of his hood.<br/><br/>“ Damn you phantom!!,” he yelled, kicking and raging while cradling his arm, “ Who…are you! Whom dares even storm my lands and puts my homestead to the sword?!,”<br/><br/>“ Your homestead Trajan…?,” said the cloaked man, “ I’m afraid…you are mistaken because 15 years ago… these were my lands..,”<br/><br/>The figure pulled back his hood to reveal himself.<br/><br/><br/>“Gods…,” Trajan quivered, “ R.adivik.. you are a demon! You are an evil spirit!!,”<br/><br/>“ No Trajan,” Radivik said ,” For you and this Kingdom — the gods have forsaken…”<br/><br/>Radivik drew his long sword and slowly walked towards Trajan.<br/><br/>“ It’s time to be judged,”