[center][h3]T H E C U L T O F U G - Q U A L T O T H [/h3][/center] [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d1/2a/45/d12a4563b3d7f0a7e49d05929a4783ef.jpg]Another body in the cults army[/url] Commonwealth/Cult Border[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] [i]They had arrived at night...[/i] Hidden away in sewers, trenches and cellars, they had waited for the fools to walk into the trap layed out for them. Outnumbered by the soldiers of the Commonwealth, they had to rely on cunning and wit, and so, their wise warleader had decided to leave it to the night to hide their attack. Now, in a whisper over the radio, their fury had been unleashed onto the invaders of the prophets sacred soil. Their wrath would wash away the unenlightened horde, following an foolish creed of the old world... [center][b]"PH´NGLUI SOTH!!"[/b][/center] They were among them, around them, and soon in the midst of them. Their cutter assault rifles roared in the dead of night, as screams filled the air like a symphony of chaos and agony. The raid had began, and its went with glorious efficiency. [b]"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL! HE WHO SLUMBERS WHATS TO FEAST ON THEIR SOULS!"[/b] Tossing a soldier over, he who was just another body, jumped on top of him, the rush of battle filling his soul and mind, as he took in another deep breath of the miasma, as his fists smashed into the Pennsylvanians face over and over again. They were sheep, who had invaded the wolves den... Feeling the blood on his fingers, the body just looked around, grinning below his re-breather, as he picked up his cutter once more. [b]"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL BROTHERS! WE SHALL TAKE THEIR SKULLS TO THE MONOLITH! HE WHO SLUMBERS SHALL WITNESS US...."[/b] There was no telling how the battle went around him, yet the body could feel the triumph drawing near. Ug-Qualtoth would be pleased by this, and with him. [center][b]"PH´NGLUI SOTH!!"[/b][/center] Many voices joined into the battlecry, as the body once more fired his rifle at the retreating Commonwealth soldiers, roaring with laughter, as he felled two more. This was not a war, this was a slaughter to please he who slumbered... [center][b]"PH´NGLUI SOTH!!"[/b][/center] By now the enemy was broken, crushed by the victorious warriors of the warband, who began to fully chase them down. The Body by now had tossed away his rifle, using his machete instead, as he was running with his brother, chasing after the survivors...Then the bullet his his chest. Gasping, the body fell onto the ground, wincing in agony, as night turned into day, and a red dawn came upon them.. [hr] [center][b]"GOD WILLS IT!"[/b][/center] The men they had chased down, threw themselves on the ground, as behind the ditch, a wall of guns was raised. Flares had been tossed right in front of them, blinding and unleashing a terrible truth, none of the cultists had been ready for. Their sudden advance was stopped cold, as all the euphoric spirit of battle gave way for a horrible reality. Some cultist kept running, while others turned around, trying to get back to the ruins, yet then, the first salvo was fired into them.... [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/bc/4b/8ebc4b8e94d87750ca9d1e51cff4b238.png]Captain Robert Joseph MacCready[/url] Commonwealth/Cult Border[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] [b]"Casualties?"[/b] With the dawn, the ruines had been fully cleansed of the cultists, yet their vile stenches had remained in place, leaving a disgusting scene behind, as the Captain was slowly walking through the aftermath of the battle, followed by his aid Wilks. [b]"Our scouting party took quite a beating, but i guess we can be lucky that the cult mistook them for our main force. God above only knows what would have happened if we would have marched into them at night. We still counting the enemy losses, but so far, i believe it where around 200 so far! Educated guess would be around 300 to 400..ten of them for every loss of us!"[/b] MacCready stood still for a moment, as he looked closer at one of the bodies, a machete still held thigh in his hand. Getting onto one knee, he removed the mans rebreather, before shaking his head. It was a human face, scared, yet not particular mean looking, not how he had pictured the warriors of the cult to look like. [b]"Fuc...I mean god damn. You thought they would look like that Bryan?"[/b] The aid said nothing, and a moment later, Maccready realized that Bryan Wilks had seen them before. [b]"I am sorry, i forgot.." [/b] Getting back on his feet, the captain waved towards to soldiers. [b]"Toss this body onto the pyre! Come on you lot, we aint having all day!..."[/b] Turning around, he could see the rows of soldiers marching over the old highway, the sound of a preaching statically hailing over radio, carried on the back of the lay-brothers walking next to the army. [i]"Well...Hallelujah.."[/i] [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://img00.deviantart.net/c4df/i/2012/062/1/f/00_by_fdasuarez-d4rk8m8.jpg] Marie Ashur[/url] The Pitt, Pennsylvania[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] Nobody, except the daughter of the prophet could get away with storming into the inner sanctum of the Prophets palace. There he stood, brooding over a table, surrounded by his council of warleaders. Grim warriors they all were, yet none of them dared to even raise his voice in the prophets presence, whos iron bolted eyes, silently and empty glared at the desk he could not see. [b]"Dosh-Novan has send note, he will arrive in Detroit soon, and sack it in the name of Ug-Qualtoth! How shall we respond, your holiness?"[/b] The prophet took his time to answer, but when he did, figures moved on its own on the table, once toy, now resembling armies. [b]"He shall take the city and cut of the fools of the Brotherhood from the sea. Send him the beast, so that he shall reign both land and sea! The Brotherhood thinks us weak on the water, so we shall keep them in this believe until they lay eyes on the beast!"[/b] Nodding devotly, the warleaders took notes, as Marie approched the table. [b]"Father, may i have a word..."[/b] Not even showing a reaction, the prophet once more moved a figure without touching it. [b]"Send word to he warmaster, that the shall increase his speed, and send a force to meet up with Dosh-Novan. With both forces in Michigan, and our main army in Columbus, there is nothing that can stop our advance now...[/b] [b]"What about the Commonwealth! They have mobilized and are marching in with full force! We need to take actions, your holiness.."[/b] A shrug moved onto the prophet, as he waved the comment away. [b]"The local warleaders can take care of this minor problem. The Monolith has fortold me, that they are little more then an inconvenience, barley worth a second thought! Just like the brutish fools of the Legion. Upjumped Barbarians, so misguided...a shame, they would have made for great allies. They say that they see their warlord as a god...lets see how they will act, once they lay eyes on the monolith..."[/b] [b]"FATHER! All of this is of no importance.."[/b] There was not a sound for a moment, yet then, Marie could feel the grip on her neck, by hands she could not feel, as a burning pain ran through her. [b]"How dare you, speak like that, you insolent brat?"[/b] The prophet turned his head, the iron bolts he had as eyes glaring empty at Marie, who closed her eyes, trying to no show the agony she felt. [b]"It matters not, Father! None of this...i must go east..[/b] Now it was the prophets hand, taking hold of Maries face, the grip iron and cold. [b]"And why is that, child?"[/b] Marie took a deep breath, before forming fists with her hands. [b]"Because the monolith has shown me the horrors the east hold...and it wants me to stop them!"[/b]