02-23-2012, 08:15 AM
Over two decades passed after Camden took the throne of Elmont. The warnings he issued against the land's distortion continued, but paid them only token attention, having grown accustomed to them. Many believed the king to be overly cautious, traumatized by his encounter with the Construct. The sad would come, however, when he was proven right in his concerns.
Over the horizon, marching towards New Vesaria, people one day spotted a legion of creatures, all fashioned from the earth itself. Though nowhere near the size of the Construct, each creature stood a bit taller than the average man. They lumbered forward, legs of stone and soil carrying them towards the city. The call to alarm was issued and New Vesaria moved to face the coming threat.
Since he had taken up the crown, Camden had begun preparing his soldiers to fight against creatures of magic, not simply other men. Though they had been taught well, there was fear in their eyes as they moved out towards the magical menace. Leading them, though, was Camden himself. Raising his hands high, the king unleashed a mighty roar that washed over the land. As the resounding cry reached the earthen golems, the sky darkened. The air itself seemed to shake, the tension in the air palpable. Suddenly, with a second bellow, the king commanded lightning to rain from the heavens. Bolts crashed to the ground, rending the golems into nothing more than dirt they had risen from. Emboldened by their leaders display, the soldiers of New Vesaria charged forward.
Once again battle raged on for five days. Despite their intimidating appearance and magical origins, the creatures could be felled simply enough with a blade. Their surprising fragility, however, was offset both by their sheer numbers and the strength of their blows. The soldiers that they struck crumpled to the ground, their innards pulped by the power of the creatures. When the last of the creatures fell, though, Camden addressed the city once more.
The other regions had been assaulted similarly, but, like he had done, his siblings had been training their followers to resist the attacks and they had all suspected that none of them would come under the proverbial fire that Elmont would. Despite their victory, though, he warned them to remain vigilant as other attacks would happen. The next few years would not be easy for New Vesaria, but it's people had weathered the worst Anyria had to throw at them and they would weather it once more.
Over the horizon, marching towards New Vesaria, people one day spotted a legion of creatures, all fashioned from the earth itself. Though nowhere near the size of the Construct, each creature stood a bit taller than the average man. They lumbered forward, legs of stone and soil carrying them towards the city. The call to alarm was issued and New Vesaria moved to face the coming threat.
Since he had taken up the crown, Camden had begun preparing his soldiers to fight against creatures of magic, not simply other men. Though they had been taught well, there was fear in their eyes as they moved out towards the magical menace. Leading them, though, was Camden himself. Raising his hands high, the king unleashed a mighty roar that washed over the land. As the resounding cry reached the earthen golems, the sky darkened. The air itself seemed to shake, the tension in the air palpable. Suddenly, with a second bellow, the king commanded lightning to rain from the heavens. Bolts crashed to the ground, rending the golems into nothing more than dirt they had risen from. Emboldened by their leaders display, the soldiers of New Vesaria charged forward.
Once again battle raged on for five days. Despite their intimidating appearance and magical origins, the creatures could be felled simply enough with a blade. Their surprising fragility, however, was offset both by their sheer numbers and the strength of their blows. The soldiers that they struck crumpled to the ground, their innards pulped by the power of the creatures. When the last of the creatures fell, though, Camden addressed the city once more.
The other regions had been assaulted similarly, but, like he had done, his siblings had been training their followers to resist the attacks and they had all suspected that none of them would come under the proverbial fire that Elmont would. Despite their victory, though, he warned them to remain vigilant as other attacks would happen. The next few years would not be easy for New Vesaria, but it's people had weathered the worst Anyria had to throw at them and they would weather it once more.