Rendezvous

Lithir and his arrowmerchants guided the BLood Dragons and the Wood Elves to reinforce the Ogre and Company. FOllowing the same path as Ogren took days before, there was nothintg but dead carcasses to greet them. It was a restless day trek before they finally met up with the others.

The Reunion breif and the catching up on the situation was rather fast. Elves and Undead got into the battle position along with the entire expedition. Trekking across even more tunnels and making many entries into caverns among the many dozen others.

It seem like endless days, but whose to know? Trudging on in what seem like eternity, thhe expedition front scouts discover an ancient throne room with language of Chaos and made it known to all that it said,"He who sits upon the throne of power rules the East." There was another quotation on the side of the throne that phrase,"He who unlocks the power will unleash the secret knowledge of Chaos."

The throne seems dubious enough for any good conscience person to sit upon it, but Ogren was never a good conscience Ogre in the first place, and thus sat upon it to the shock of others. The feeling was strange as a thousand voices penetrated the Ogre's mind, breeding confusion and animosity. It was only by the strong will of Ogren that he was able to get out of the Sit of Power before it could take hold of him.
Next to the throne lay a slit for a certain weapon to slit through, but none even dared to find out what it would do to them.

Dismissing the throne room, the expedition trudge on along what they presume was the Path of Glory to finally find the last artifact. But after awhile, instead of discovering the Leranorak, they detected the echo of a thousand men, the rumbling of their footsteps and the clanking of their armor. Among the minor noises the Army made, the Blood Dragon Zelda could make out two familiar voices in converse with each other, apparently discussing over the ancient throne room and its mysterious location they were unable to find for a few days already.

The expedition decided to reveal themselves to the unknown army, only to recognise the army to be that of Chaos. ANd to the expedition's Horror, Manick was one of the Commanders, due to Lord Bromric recognising his face among the ranks of Chaos Warriors.

"Annihilate them!!!" screamed Manick in his Chaotic glee, as dozens upon dozens of men rush to meet battle with the expedition.

"There's too many of them. We must go back from where we came from" yelled the Rangerlord De Chi, while firing a few arrows against the oncoming horde.

"Retreat?, never will.."

"A Tactical Error to make a stand here. Better to flee and orientate ourselves with this army in a better place" yelled Wincor Dinishere, cutting off Casta De Bromric's stubborn stand.

The Bretonnian Lord had no choice but to agree as it was unwise to be massacred for no cause and decided to run along with the expedition.

Many were overruned, but most manage to escape the stampede and hide in one of the other tunnels that started from the throne room.

While the remaining men of the expedition await their inevitable doom, the opposing army ceased their pursuit and were instead captivated and enchanted by the throne room they stumbled upon. It was there and then, did an anonymous figure towering over Manick, walked onto the throne & sat on it, letting the voices of Chaos consume him. Absorbed in the pleasures of the Chaos, the Armor-clad warrior drew out his broad sword. A blade stained by the blood of many. Simplistic in structure, yet intense in chaotic runes. Watched by his army and by the heroes hidden within the tunnel, the anonymous warrior lifted the blade and slid it into the slot beside the throne. The Sword went in perfectly. Everyone waited for something to happen, but anticipation was in vain.

Ogren observed the whole commotion and sense the power within the sword. The very same power he feels when he touches the Snake's Eye. But he was not the only one who recognise the Sword...

From Bromric to Wincor, all the Heroes need no prompting to know that it was undoubtedly the Leranorak. And for a moment in time, all the expedition were transfix on the Sword and its wielder.

Its wielder....still a mystery to those not under him.

But to the wielder, the expedition was no mystery to him.

"Ogre, I believe you hold something that belongs to me" a voice transmitted telepathically to Ogren.

The Ogre Warlord was stunned by the power that the anonymous warrior holds. Knowing there was no way out of this predicament, Ogren Cockripper stepped out of the tunnel revealing himself to the horde of Chaos. Bromric, Mesa, Wincor, Lithir, Delenir, Zelda, Furion, De Chi, -Champions of the Expedition followed the Ogre, understanding that escape was never an option in the first place.

"Look what we have here. Renowns of the Old World.." announced Manick in a bemusing manner.

"It seems that our guests are in a rather sticky situation Manick, and have come to bargain with us." the anonymous warrior commented.

"We've come in honour to challenge you for the artifact, honorable barbarian and for the safe passage of our expedition" replied Ogren.

"Honour? You dare bend me to your will with a gesture of Honour? You think Yourself worthwhile to face me? I spit at you for your arrogance. For I am the Deliverer, Messenger of the Chaos Gods to bring forth to you the coming of the Dooms Day!" boomed back the warrior.

The immense power of the Chaos Lord striked fear even to the stubborn Ogre. The death still silence blanketed the area and none spoke for time.

"In all of your conquest, you have never face a duel that could challenge you. Slaughtering us would most definitely not satisfy your pleasure too. What would be more worthwhile than your champions and you, take on duels against our heroes!" sounded Bromric breaking the silence.

"It is of no concern to me. either way, knight, your days of honour ends here." replied the Deliverer, drawing his sword and taking the stand against the Heroes.

This Day will be remember for years to come, as the Event of Duels.

Many of the Heroes and Lords took up their arms in hopes to stop the Deliverer. One By One, they fell, knock down by the Darkness and Malice of the Chaos Lord. His overwhelming fury echoes across the World, striking even the heart of Archaon. The Deliverer's champions Erathor and Manick won many of the duels too, among others.

Lord Bromric took his arms but was cut down to the horror of Lady Mesa. This time, it was not meant to be, as his sword left his hand, and the life of his, swept off by the Lady of the Lake. The Lord has fallen and died under the cruel blade of Chaos, while the rest of the Renowned Lords and Heroes were subdued but not dead, including even the Blood Dragons.

Hope was lost and tears stream down the eyes of the remaining Heroes. Lady Mesa collapsed at the side of the remains of the Bretonnian Lord as her heart bled silently for her love. General Wincor Dinishere could only watch the despair around him. His most trusted friend and closest Bretonnian Ally who believed him when none did, stucked by him during his darkest days as an Imperial Officer, is now gone.

"It looks like there is none left worthy to defeat me. And I must say, the duels were of nothing particularly vigorating to my standards. So much for your cheap tricks to stall your end, Heroes of the Light." bellowed the Deliverer with laughter.

"You have to contend with me first! Foul Chaos! Before you can even get the Snake's Eye!" yelled Wincor, unsheathing his sword and walking forth to meet the "Unstoppable Force"

"As I have said before, you pathetic races cannot change what is written in the stars and the prophesy will follow through!" replied the Deliverer, his eyes burning with etheral flames of Chaos, as he prepared himself against the Imperial General.

A Step Closer to Doom

The party and their expedition of men struggle across the depth of the winding tunnels through a labyrinth of stalagmites and into the perilous route that led to the World's Edge Mountain. It was passed the thick fray of the trade markets and bazaars that filled the summits with life, that the Ogre, the Bretonnian Knights, Imperial Command and the remaining Company stumbled across the dead ancient door where only through the right number would its rune be activated and open the the passage to the "Path of Glory" as was spoken from the Prophecy.

It was through another wave of winding paths and bottomless areas that had lead to the group to their first encounter with Manick and his ambush party. So while the expedition carefully scaled the pillars across to the other side in order to follow the path, but always mindful of the bottomless area below them; The tight space and fiery melee was a very bad combination for survival. Many Imperial Archers fell to their deaths, accompanying many dead Chaos Mauraders and Dark Elves alike in the afterlife. But the renowned heroes and infamous Lords outmatched the ambush party with their resilience and thus, slaughtered the Chaos Ambush and overran the otherside of the Cliff.

It was during this intermission of getting across, when Manick unleashed the Doombringers upon the Expedition. The very same Bloodthirsters that nearly killed Lord Bromric and Striked Fear into the heart of Ogren. The flying demons cast despair among the commoners, and even the Heroes felt that the result of this melee would not turn out well.

It was during the spur of the moment, when the light of hope flickers, did the Bretonnian Lord take up his sword in defiance. The Stubborn Knight rose in a gesture of challenge against the Twin Brothers.

Likrani Doombringer was amused at the insolent mortal who dared challenge him, and soon recognise the Lord to be from the Land of Bretonnia. Thinking this to be a one-sided match, the daemon went in slow, hoping to down the Knight with its terror and menace. But it will have to take more than the depths of Chaos to bring the Knight to his kness for the guidance and protection of the Lady of the Lake was upon him.

A short mutter of a prayer spoken, Bromric leaped towards the Daemon. With such heavy armour, it was almost impossible for one to jump to such great height, but somehow or another, the Lord did it with great gusto, the clang of steel and the screech of claws echoed throughout the surrounding turmoil. For a moment, time stood still as a great picture of light and dark illustrated before the eyes of everyone in the surroundings. And then suddenly time sped up exponentially, it was there, that the sound of cold steel rang louder and faster, till the blade finally me tthe daemon's neck and went into the throat. Both man and beast were at the edge of the stump that was once a great masonry work done by the dwarves. One on top of the other, the Knight finally jerk his sword free as his gaze finally settled upon the relieved Lady Mesa.

The Light of Hope burned brighter, till it emerge out as a flaming fiery that fueled Ogren with the same fury as Lord Bromric. Txaren Doombringer was definitely eager to match his anger with the Ogre's, and the two titans clashed, just moments after the death of Likrani.

This battle lasted longer, with the two exchanging fatal blows to each other. The chaotic fury and mindless madness of the Daemon was wearing the Ogre down. But Ogren stepped up the pace, abandoning all logical reasons to give up, and within the heart of the warrior spirit he hold, the true purity of the berserker was unleashed. The flurry of attacks finally decimated the Daemon, mutilating the very daemonic essence that held it to this realm before it dissipated into a shroud of thick black smoke.

Seeing his Sorceress, Shanithir down, and his retinue massacred along with the rest of the Chaos Maurader. The Blademaster of the Ambush Party could only do one thing to save his pride from the utter defeat.

And so a challenge was called out to them by the blademaster, and it was quickly answered by the Brave Squire Caravon Alastar. But the youth's rash decision was definitely a mistake, for the Blademaster made quick work of him, knocking the boy out before he could even prepare himself. The expedition could only watch as the Dark Elf pick the Squire up and left, kidnapping a close friend of Wincor Dinishere.... as silence receeded back into the caverns.

Update of The Campaign

Commander Dinishere with His bravery and courage during the expedition to the World Edge Mountain has slayed one of the top prime Orc Warlords of the Area and his Story has inspired and raise morale in many Villages and Town from the Empire. If truth be told, He has already assumed the Rank of General soon for his contribution to the Empire.

Ogren Cockripper tenacity against an Encounter with the Doombringers from Manick Daemoic Hordes was remarkable. With the Blind Fury of the Ogre, the Daemon was flushed with many mortal wounds that could have killed a man dozens of times over. But the Ogre too took many in return from the Lord Daemon of Khorne. But it was the intense bloodlust of Ogren that took the upperhand and slayed the Greater Daemon before it could draw one final breath on the mortal plane.

Lord Bromric on the other hand, with his blind chilvary and honour took up the sword to challenge the insurmountable odds against the other Doombringer. A very impossible task for even a Human lord. But by the Grace of the Lady of the Lake, and by his utter devotion, faith and skill of the Sword. he took down the demon in a sword display that could move the mountains. With a mighty killing blow on the second attack, even the Doombringer's daemonic aura could not save it from the Light of the Lord of Tempest.

Current Status of Ogren, Bromric, Wincor and company: In the Path of glory still yet in search of the Leranorak. Each day bringing them possibly closer to the Sword.. and perhaps their DOOM!