Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2020 9:24:47 GMT
It was a grim-faced Prince of Amber who looked out over the bay of Kasaba to the city. Things were not going according to plan, but there was still time and a good chance of succeeding in sealing off the path and isolate this land from the rest of shadow. The demonic incursion was troubling, but once he had completed the procedure they would be trapped here, and their fellows wouldn’t be free to join them.
Still, who is it that is bringing these things from far out on the Chaos side? And are they truly demons or some type of lesser shadow-creature?
He watched the sun as the Stormrider eased into position at the bay’s entrance and waited for the scheduled time when his battleship would arrive. Then, right on time, the air shimmered about the bay and through the shaowpath came the great ship flying the flag of Amber.
Events happened in a rush then; the occupying forces of the city realized it was time for battle and launched floatplanes and demons commandeered ships to attack. Concerning, but Gerrard had faith in his nephew Hammett and that sly captain Brennon to assist him in the action. Why would they not? Was it not evident to all the need to defend the far realms under Amber’s benevolent rule from the depredations of scum from the Courts of Chaos?
He gave a few words to the officers near to him then orders were relayed to the battleship. Nothing exceptional as things were progressing just as he had planned aside from the greater number of defenders than expected.
He drew out a large sceptre from a case at his feet, then brought the glowing device to the top deck and secured it in a slot at the prow. He began chanting the spell that would release the magic within to bend and twist the fabric of shadow to isolate this world from the shadowpath and its neighbouring worlds. A delicate but often worked spell that would end the threat from Kasaba and the Lady Vada if given enough time to complete the working.
Seeing the seaplanes starting their engines and preparing to take off he warned his CiC to relay a message to the battleship about the threat from the air. And he did notice that there were more demons about the city and seas than he had expected. Still, he had done as much as he could to prepare his crews had to trust in Hammett and Brennon to aid as much as they were able. From here on out he would not be able to command the battle but needed to focus his thoughts on the sceptre.
Oblivious to the cannons, torpedoes, gunfire, crashing ships, demons boarding the battleship, panicked sailing of locals and visitors from the bay, he kept his mind on his task. Only as the Stormrider burst apart did he look up to see the seas wash over his head and the glowing sceptre sink into the dark depths beyond his reach. He tried to swim but a wave of tiredness washed across him and he saw the red bloom of his own blood fill the seas around him.
Hammett and Brennon, they’ll fill the gap and avenge my death! If only Dorian were here at my side...
Still, who is it that is bringing these things from far out on the Chaos side? And are they truly demons or some type of lesser shadow-creature?
He watched the sun as the Stormrider eased into position at the bay’s entrance and waited for the scheduled time when his battleship would arrive. Then, right on time, the air shimmered about the bay and through the shaowpath came the great ship flying the flag of Amber.
Events happened in a rush then; the occupying forces of the city realized it was time for battle and launched floatplanes and demons commandeered ships to attack. Concerning, but Gerrard had faith in his nephew Hammett and that sly captain Brennon to assist him in the action. Why would they not? Was it not evident to all the need to defend the far realms under Amber’s benevolent rule from the depredations of scum from the Courts of Chaos?
He gave a few words to the officers near to him then orders were relayed to the battleship. Nothing exceptional as things were progressing just as he had planned aside from the greater number of defenders than expected.
He drew out a large sceptre from a case at his feet, then brought the glowing device to the top deck and secured it in a slot at the prow. He began chanting the spell that would release the magic within to bend and twist the fabric of shadow to isolate this world from the shadowpath and its neighbouring worlds. A delicate but often worked spell that would end the threat from Kasaba and the Lady Vada if given enough time to complete the working.
Seeing the seaplanes starting their engines and preparing to take off he warned his CiC to relay a message to the battleship about the threat from the air. And he did notice that there were more demons about the city and seas than he had expected. Still, he had done as much as he could to prepare his crews had to trust in Hammett and Brennon to aid as much as they were able. From here on out he would not be able to command the battle but needed to focus his thoughts on the sceptre.
Oblivious to the cannons, torpedoes, gunfire, crashing ships, demons boarding the battleship, panicked sailing of locals and visitors from the bay, he kept his mind on his task. Only as the Stormrider burst apart did he look up to see the seas wash over his head and the glowing sceptre sink into the dark depths beyond his reach. He tried to swim but a wave of tiredness washed across him and he saw the red bloom of his own blood fill the seas around him.
Hammett and Brennon, they’ll fill the gap and avenge my death! If only Dorian were here at my side...