<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/7e/01/847e0183c561d3128129ae329bd305bc.png)<br/>(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLIIyWVIZX8/WsQ0JC1guHI/AAAAAAAApUk/ViYYXkndIc8YFZ_P5R89h525WIBOO-4KwCLcBGAs/s640/Areelu%2BVorlesh.png)</div>As the crowds gather and start to become silent. You'll notice Irabeth standing to the side of the podium. Sword pointed down and shield upon her back. Looking Valiant.<br/><br/>The ruler of Kenebreas, and the second in charge right beneath Queen Galefey; Hulrun would step up to the podium. His harsh expression would convey his authority as an inquisitor of Iomedae. The scars and rugged look would convey his experience, having led the 3rd crusades and having been the downfall of many Templar plans. He speaks in a loud, authoritative voice. But also with a gentleness that comes with age and understanding. "Welcome, returning and new crusaders. We are gathered here to assemble and start the fifth crusade. The demons are a blight upon this world, and this plane. Of that, I do not need to convince you. Weather righteous reasons, or not; you will face temptation. You will encounter the face of evil disguised as a friendly face and promise you power. Keep steadfast to the morals and ideals of your heart. Of your soul. Resist the call of power... of temptation... And..."<br/><br/>His eyes will go wide, as he takes a step back. His gaze is no longer upon yous or the audience. But instead of the Fortress holding the Wardstone behind yous to the west. The fortress cracks, more and more; as an explosion is heard. A massive plume of swirling fire erupts from the crumbled fortress. The wardstone shown in it's magnificent beauty, surrounding by powerful and raging fires. More explosions, as you see the Wardstone heat up...<br/><br/>And then...<br/><br/>Crack...<br/><br/>As the Wardstone itself submits to the forces surrounding it, as it shattered completely and starts to rain chunks of inert rock and debris upon the audience.<br/><br/>A shriek will bring your attention back to the east, where Hulrun was on the stage at. As you can see a portal color a crimson and unnatural red from. As the lady herself emerges from the portal. The one responsible for the Worldwound. The Architect of the Worldwound. Areelu Vorlesh.<br/><br/>Hulrun would summon his weapon to his hand, materializing it out of his magic item. And bane and smite her. Yet his attacks are like playthings to half-succubus witch. With a measly kick, she cracks Hulrun's in the wrong direction. Causing him to stumble forward, as she shoves her ritualistic dagger into his chest; Killing him instantly.<br/><br/>A roar from behind, as Irabeth brandishes her long sword and shield, charging Areelu. Yet she fares no better. A waved spell, faster than any of you could even process, breaks Irabeth's shield and sword immediately. They de materialize into nothing but ash. As Irabeth blinks in confusion over the sheer power of what just happened, Areelu would backhand her. The gesture sending the mighty full-plate paladin through the back of the wooden stage and out of view. The gesture is simple, and for a witch to have such might over powerful figures? It denies reality. It denies what you understand.<br/><br/>"Power, is what lets me do all this. Power is the answer to everything. And you will curse the day you were born without it. Your fifth crusade is over before it even begun.<em>Fledgling Heroes</em>. Enjoy a taste of the impossibility you gathered to combat! Welcome to the Worldwound!" With that, she slams her hands together. As a giant gateway begins to form on the stage. Red crimson energies blasting you all with the heat of the abyss. But that would the least of your concerns...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/images/1992010/Screen_Shot_2013-08-26_at_8.39.52_AM.png)</div>As you see a giant leg step out from the gateway. Followed by the face of a Balor. But you'd all understand that this is not just a normal Balor. This is one of the generals of the demon armies. The fiery lightning that sparks from his body is different from how fire would normally surround a Balor. No, this is one of the most powerful balors in existence. The Stormking, Khorramzadeh. Easily standing at 70 some feet tall. His fiery whip following him out of the gate, as he steps fully onto the material plane. And infront of yous. His aura of power. The intensity of what he represents. You are out of your league. You are hilariously not capable of dealing with him. His whip could be dragged near where you are, and kill you instantly. Every cell in your body is commanding you.<br/><br/><em><strong>Run!</strong></em><br/><br/>But the same aura of intensity could be felt from behind now. As you see a glimmering white light of a form. A human sized glow, but it grows. Bigger and bigger. Matching the size of the Stormking. As the form takes on a draconian appearance. More and more, until it is a full sized ancient dragon. As the glow disappears, relief would combat the fear that has been building in you. It is The guardian of Mendeav. The Ancient Silver Dragon, Terendelev. With a mighty roar, it moves to engage the Stormking.<br/><br/>But now you find yourselves in a chaos of a panic! Two titans are about to duke it out, and you are in the middle of it all with a crowd going frantic!<br/><br/>Amidst the chaos, you can see Paladins removing their colors, showing Crimson colors. Templars in disguise.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cassie Only, Or anyone paying attention to her problem.</div><div class="spoiler_body">The paladin that had been tailing Cassie would at this moment, spring to action. Trying to get people away from the chaos. Trying to help. He actually was about to offer a helping hand to Cassie. But a Templar came from behind, and with a morning star, knocked him unconscious.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Liraniel, Or anyone who saw to the dancers.</div><div class="spoiler_body">As the chaos begins to amp up, one of the templars spots Kayla. Mainly her mark. As if targeting her, a whip quickly catches her by the throat, and drags her away.</div></div><br/><br/>More as Templars poured out from the sides of buildings, and attacking indiscriminately and killing whoever they can. The chaos was becoming enormous.<br/><br/>Before you could act, the ground trembled. Cracks forms as earth began to fall out beneath you. As the battle enraged, chaos was winning. Terendelev was losing. It was clear that Terendelev was watching her movements. Trying not to step on anyone or hurt anyone. And her caution gave the Stormking many openings. With a might swing, it cleaved Terendelev's neck. A roar of pain, more than the dragon could handle, as it collapsed.<br/><div align="center">(https://guildberkeley.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/terendelev1.jpg)</div><br/>And the enormous body of the dragon would shatter the earth more. As a chasm opened up beneath you. With no ground to stand on... You fall.<br/><br/>As the light of the sky begins to vanish more and more... The only thing you can see is Teredelev's eyes. Looking at your group.<br/><br/>Lovingly...<br/><br/>Hopefully...<br/><br/>With the last of her might... She casts a spell upon you all. Your fall being slowed... But none the less treacherous as debris and rubble fall into the chasm. Eventually... The sky can be seen no more. And the chasm swallows you all, as you pass out from the ordeal...<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://ksr-ugc.imgix.net/assets/028/396/508/197b2cabb0aa6d35048d8dda17f8d329_original.png?ixlib=rb-2.1.0&amp;w=700&amp;fit=max&amp;v=1583924533&amp;auto=format&amp;frame=1&amp;q=92&amp;s=d412ffbd597e66d8f3d591e784f82d1e)</div>