The War of the Last Laugh

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The dark legion is pushed back to the mountain fortress that has never fallen, the halls loud with soldiers already in a frenzy while they await the bloodletting to begin. The local countryside has been scourged by dragonfire, and it appears Theria is prepared, ready, and perhaps even excited to fight once more in a glorious battle.

The elder statesman of Theria had this to say.

Sons of Theria, we mourn the loss of our brother Willow. The nightmare is immortal now, living on forever in the darkest part of their dreams. He lived every day of his life ready to die, and in doing so he was one of the finest pupils I ever had. He is a martyr for chaos, for the end to this stagnancy the elf king lauds as the natural order. But his death is not forgotten, and we've rebuilt the Thunderlord from the bottom up with arcanium for a second round of stomping. Yes, it seems Del wasn't enough for Thalis, he wants to put the cleats down on Sethon's forehead too. Finley was a decadent degenerate and peddler at best, considering his orders genocided innocent people. Luckily for him, the Fireblooded don't moralize their ultra violence like the knife eared fetishists, I won't really argue who's the badder guy here.

But we are Therian, our lives are blood, steel, fire, ash, and the resounding cacophony of battle. They expect us to shiver in our boots awaiting this siege, but they've come right where we want them. Glory awaits they that fights fearlessly for freedom without fear of death, for they too are immortal in that sense. You cannot kill an ideal, and I'd ideally like to see what you've got boy kings.

And you, sons and daughters of demons, of the dark host that stands beside us in this glorious carnage to come. We stand tall knowing our quarry is coming to the hunting grounds. The blood that will flow will be nothing less than a sanguinary exultation. We will never yield, take every inch or die trying. As the Dog Emperor rides his mule with his legion of rats by our side, chaos will reign on the battlefield, and there will be another nightmare yet.

The walls of Theria stand ready, demons, Osronan crossbowmen, and hardened Therian spears assembled, many on the countless murder holes and embrasures alongside the countless imps and men that lined the walls to face the armies of Nysea and Myllenoris not with an air of grimness, but with blood lust and excitement for the battle to come.

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