The Chronicles of the Sons of Jot
Chronicles from the battle tomes of the Sons of Jot……………….
Marshall Kale Jot winced as another volley of fireballs exploded overhead, absorbed by his cleric’s magic shell. Warm air and the brush of dirt caused him to hold his breath for a moment. Amidst the noise of battle in the valley below he was still keenly aware as a figure approached from behind. He made no effort to prepare himself.
“How goes the tide of battle Lira?” he inquired.
Lira Thrace, Marshall Jot’s most trusted general, emerged from the darkness to join him at the edge of the cliff. Her face was dirty and covered in dried blood, both her own and that of her foes. She turned to Kale and began to speak, trying desperately to keep herself on her feet.
“My lord, the hell spawn have been routed from the Kitmere valley and have been pushed back to the Hell Gate lines.” She explained, stopping in between to cough.
“The Dark Lord shall soon fall. Our victory is assured.” She said with a smirk.
Kale sighed wearily and gazed at the end of the enemy battle lines. Arcane wisps of red hellfire wafted up from the split earth where scours of demonic hordes continued to pour out, an evil sea of hate and suffering. He watched as his warriors fought valiantly amidst the brutal tide of death. Their songs would surely be sung for ages to come.
His eyes were suddenly averted, however, when a brilliant red flash lashed out from the gate and struck near his overlook on the valley floor below. Countless warriors lay in a heap at the foot of where the blast came to rest. From the ashes of immolated mortals came a creature that almost stopped Kale’s heart. Lira gasped and drew her blade, hands trembling.
Kale motioned for her to stay her hand.
“It will do no good my dear. Before us is the very herald of the Dark Lord.”
Kale pulled a small chime from a chain around his neck and rang it, though it didn’t make a sound. Though no human heard its melodic symphony, someone not of this plane did. Lira jumped suddenly, surprised to see the form of a robed elf materialize behind her.
“What troubles you beloved?” The mysterious figure inquired.
“My apologies Thelis for waking you from your slumber, but I would not have called should the situation not been this dire. Bone Crusher has been summoned.” Kale said gravely.
For the first time since her arrival, Lira thought she noticed a hint of fear in the stranger’s eyes.
Thelis walked to the ledge next to Kale and looked out at the devastation wrought by Bone Crusher. Forged in the hell pits of the Dark Lord, Bone Crusher stood a towering 30 feet over the humans below. Sunken eye sockets revealed a malevolent gaze that could stop a lesser man’s heart. Jutting out from the chest of the massive flesh golem was a large blood gem, pulsing with an inner hellfire. Kale stumbled momentarily as Bone Crusher bellowed again, baring his diseased teeth and thick streams of dark saliva. Blood soaked hands crushed the life out of countless brave warriors, bringing a nightmarish symphony of laughter from the demonic hordes scurrying about Bone Crusher’s feet.
Kale turned to Thelis, his eye foretelling a grim truth.
“Shall we dance my beloved?” Kale said somberly.
With a slight smirk Thelis nodded, pursing her lips.
Drawing his most trusted blade from its resting place at its side, Kale turned to face the demon spawn. Kale’s muscles tensed and propelled him forward in a blur of motion. Leaping from the ledge he plummeted 50 feet towards his waiting foe. Closing her eyes, Thelis held out her arms and fell backwards after him. With but a few moments in the air Thelis disappeared. Kale didn’t waiver as the grim visage of Bone Crusher approached rapidly, winged demons and explosive fireballs marring his path. His blade began to glow with an ethereal blue, deeper than that of the vastest oceans. Thelis again appeared, though this time directly ahead of Kale, her arms now brandishing a pair of rapiers.
Kale snarled, a warrior’s cry exploding from his lungs. Bone Crusher turned and swung at the approaching elf. Thelis exploded out of existence as his balled fist passed through her. She flashed back into reality on the other side, plunging her blades deep into Bone Crusher’s left eye. Her blades snapped and she fell to the ground, taking great care to roll out at the bottom and draw another blade. Kale fell beside her with a resounding thud, his blade landing a few moments later coated in Bone Crusher’s blood. Thelis looked up at the massive gaping wound extending down Bone Crusher’s chest and smirked, taking a moment to side step a swipe from a passing hell spawn. She cut it down quickly, giving a pause to help Kale to his feet.
“Thank you Thelis.” Kale said grabbing his blade from the ground.
Bone Crusher, howling with pain, slammed a wavering fist into the ground near Kale. Thelis vanished and reappeared on Bone Crusher’s shoulder as he again rose to continue his search for those who had caused such deep wounds. Thelis danced around cutting into his flesh wildly, not expecting the solid blow that would come from behind. With a deep grunt Thelis flew from Bone Crusher’s shoulder, blood pouring from the holes in her side caused by a large gargoyle. Kale gasped as he saw her fall and ran to meet her. He dropped his blade and dove forward, crashing into the ground and sliding quite a distance as Thelis remained in his arms.
Cradling Thelis’s broken body in his arms he gazed into her mysterious and foreboding eyes. Before him flashed a symphony of memories of their life together and he began weep. Pulling his head near with her dying consciousness, she murmured a parting comfort before allowing life to flow from her broken form. Closing his eyes, Kale grit his teeth and turned towards Bone Crusher. Sensing a burning hate the massive beast found Kale’s gaze and met it with blind evil. Rolling towards his blade Kale barely avoided being crushed by Bone Crusher’s fist. He turned to watch his beloved sink below the surface of the cracked and pale earth.
Unspeakable hate, a rage unknown to High Marshall Kale Jot, poured forth from his soul. Years of stoic holy training melted away as the arcane energies sprang forth uncontrolled from his body. Bathed in a soft emerald glow he rose to his feet and pointed his blade at the monster. Bone Crusher grinned and bellowed a laughter that could has stopped the heart of the Dark Lord himself. Raising clenched fists above his head he threw them with incredible speed at the very ground Kale stood upon.
Kale saw the world in a sudden clarity. He watched as the fists approached slowly, his body seeming to now exist outside the confines of time. He leapt forward on to the knotted muscles of the hell spawns arms and ran swiftly towards its head, wisps of green energy trailing behind him. Bone Crusher, expecting the attack reared back and suddenly Kale found himself in midair above the beast. Falling quickly Kale struggled to avoid Bone Crusher’s incoming blow. He landed feet first on the behemoth’s fist and jumped forward, placing himself in line with the demon’s heart.
Holding his blade aloft Kale fell towards the devil’s bloodstone. Waves of arcane energy lashed at Kale’s face and thin streams of blood flowed from his nose as the primal forces of magic within him uncapped and exploded outward. He held firm as his blade impacted the dense edge of the bloodstone. Metal strained and cracked as crystal shattered, spraying Kale with its shards. An incredible burst of energy exploded outward, knocking every beast and man alike from their feet.
Reaching the end of its extents some moments later the wave quivered and suddenly, jarringly, pulled back into itself and rapidly returned to the source of its creation. In a chance of fate, elsewhere in the realm, the Dark Lord Darak’Krein and the mighty hero Baral’Duin exchanged killing blows of their own. The combined cosmic explosions of two great battles rattled the very core of the galaxies and as such Kale, Bone Crusher and the armies of light and dark were too pulled into the blackness of the Demiplane of Dread…….