[hr][center][h1]The Champions Gather[/h1][/center][hr]

Aurelion and his men disembark and meet with the chieftain of these proud people beast-kin. His men did not blink at the sight of blood. This was their charge, their duty. Many of his company were veterans from the age of his father, Solis Aurelion I. Alongside his ships were the last of the Rarian Minotaurs. They disembarked as quickly as their chieftain did.

Aurelion looked to this motley company. He knew of course more would be coming soon. He gathered his men and told them to be ready to march within the hour. He then turned to face Iazok and the Minatour Chief, Karduke the Iron Bull.

"Two mighty chieftains and a warrior king alongside their chosen men... No oracle could write this prophecy..."

He then looked to Iazok, "I see you've already met the enemy and crushed them beneath your boot... Let's not waste time with pretty words. Where are the rest of the enemy? Where can we find them and crush them? My men stand ready to beat these monsters with blood and steel."

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Unbeknownst to them, the darkness moves once again. Hordes of monstrous creatures the size of elephants, a formation of puppet soldiers consumed by the very malice of the dark, and creatures that hound and bite like rabid dogs march to meet them again. A force raised to beat the coast into submission. 

A figure among them raises one hand and a shrill voice echoes out amongst the darkness and is heard by all, even by those at the coast, "Go, march against them, and break them. Conquer and consume all in your path. Do not stop until this world's flame is extinguished. This is the command of the great one."

The air was filled with the ominous war cry of a thousand broken souls and monstrous wails from the behemoths among their ranks. Their march quickened until it was a mob of charging men and monsters moving against the frontlines. It would only be a few moments before the war horns of Susset blared once again.