Posted by Night Hawke on Nov 16, 2008

The drums of war pound in the distance, with each beat they move closer. The charred gravel grinds under the feet of one hundred thousand Firaus warriors as they march east to meet the army spawned by hell itself.

Each warrior adjusts their armor and tighten their grips on their weapons. The massive army begins to descend into the obsidian valley that will be the stage were their races future will be decided. On the other edge of the valley they gaze upon the carcass' of thousands of undead firaus marching to meet them. Behind the undead is the hellspawn army.

The firaus reach the valley before their enemies, they settle into formation. Their leaders deliver impassioned speeches of the glory they will soon have and of the liberation of their homeland.

One such man stands solemn in the electrified future battlefield. His blood stained armor hanging from his muscular frame the black metal plates covering his left arm chest and a high guard over his face, the scorched black chain fits snuggly over his right arm with his head shielded by a red helm with a demons face molded in the front, his jet black hair flowing out through an opening behind the crown of the helm.

With a sudden bolt of movement he lurches his horse infront of his soldiers, he turns to them and shouts as loud as his voice can sustain,

“Many men will die this day, many more will have their flesh rendered from their bones! But I do not fear this day, Nor should any of you fear this day! Today Death is among us, but let him be warned It is us that will be delivering the pain to our enemies! It is us that will render their flesh from their bones! We will Be the right hand of death this day & If we are lost in the darkness let us be lost their with these wretched beasts, so we may devastate their bodies and deliver eternal suffering unto their souls! I stand here now and would rather stand nowhere else, I am no longer Vaulimirus Larisoma BUT A HORSEMEN OF DEATH AND UNTO THEM I SAY RUN IF YOU MUST HIDE IF YOU CAN, BUT THIS IS YOUR LAST DAY ON EARTH!” the horsemen shout with rage.

The army in unison Explodes forth & the undead & hellspawn do the same clashing with one another in the middle of the valley, War cries echo amongst the colliding blades and screams pierce the sky.