History

Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet blared, and the clamor of approaching warriors in gleaming armor echoed as they surged forward, crashing down on the struggling defenders like a devastating wave. Vistrit, the general of the Black Order's army, was forced to take a couple of steps back and retreat behind the barrier of the dark army. Glancing around and assessing the situation, he spoke in a loud, sharp voice: "Enough, you little worms." At his command, the zombie horde crumbled into dust. Vistrit himself vanished in an instant, swallowed by the darkness that suddenly descended. A few seconds later, the darkness dissipated, and there was no trace of the Order on the battlefield, except for a dying light knight and Arandor, who was lying unconscious, clearly having taken quite a beating. The soldiers surrounded the dying paladin, and a Priest of the Order pushed his way through to him. "I'm dying... In the name... of light... of the Emperor, damn it!... In the name of eradicating the filthy, stinking, drunken bastards!... I die in the name..." The Priest recited a short prayer, and the wounds on the dying man's body began to heal, his gaze becoming clear again. The warrior rose from the ground and hurried to remove his damaged armor. "Hey! Arandor!" - Loken pointed at the one trying to crawl away from the commotion. Immediately, the crowd surrounded Arandor. "Emm, well... hi :)" "You're coming with us!" ":("