User:MockingJester

The sky blackened by the corrupting presence,

Malevolent fires coursing through the entirely of the city,

Besieged and assaulted, by mirrored entities,

Colored in the same ill of their gigantic will, who blights the sky,

As a branded storm, scaring the cloud, with seeping corruption as snow,

The mirrored creatures, as a solid wall of jagged metal,

Slowly engage a deathly walk towards the broken settlement,

Shattering ever more the tearing roofs,

With crystals of decay and branded spells,

Its inhabitants, long gone,

Save for defenders, buying time with their lives,

And the rest, too weak to flee on their own,

Abandoned by the king and queen, fleeting for their own lives,

The defenders, too busy fending for their own lives and theirs,

I walk out of the garrison, unaware of the chaos outside, 

Armed with a mere sword and a mask,

My mind tethering with the first glimpses of the magic,

Instructed on to me by the faith I follow,

But unready for what assigned the city,

I stare at the ruins and those still fleeting, 

My ears assaulted by the fighting in the gate,

A mere recruit unable to turn the event,

Powerless to anyone,

Yet a scream amidst the debris tumbles to my ears,

My sight turns to a struck woman,

Broken beneath the debris,

With mirrored entities running amok,

As weak I stand,

My faith compels me to act upon her favor,

I recite a prayer to my patron,

And lash at the twisted images,

Clash of steel and crystal fill the air,

My sword enchanted by a feeble technique,

With each hit consumes the entities,

With my flesh staying from their claws,

Soon they break and collapse heavily,

As I stumble with a first victory over a long trial,

That I have decide to undertake,

My masked visage turns to the broken woman,

That my false perception allows freedom,

With twisted legs and enfeebled strength,

The lady stays condemned to death,

I spot further mirrored entities marching forth,

Spewing from undefended cracks of the besieged city,

If I am to die, 

Then with a mock shall I depart from this world,

By denying them the right of life consumption,

I stand firmly between the lady and the branded,

Copies of myself arming themselves,

We tumble at each other,

With me amidst the battle,

Staring down at their falls,

My strength falters from such battle,

As a recruit with least power to muster,

But my mocking visage disallows my fall,

For the fate of the left behind would be sealed,

My hand garners the woman,

With whom I steadily walk,

Between the broken bodies of the twisted ones,

My breathing is heavy,

Gathering worries from the rescued one,

I ignore her questionings whilst I get her out,

A few defenders spotting my attempts at evacuation,

They regain a second wind,

Witnessing a recruit throwing his life for a stranger,

And soon amass around my position to defend her life,

More gather the injured to set out,

Making sure their sold lives come to fruition,

Alas, the mirrored entities wanted not their spoils to flee,

And their captain smashed before our path of exit,

A gigantic branded with the image of his sickly master,

A purple burst of corruption seeping from it's jagged maw,

Stood forth to the helpless defenders and myself,

The defenders step forward as I do,

Armor, leather, cloth and our limbs,

Cast out as a last way of defense,

With all magic and stamina spent of fending his minions,

We await out timely death,

Yet the thing's breath sweeps beside us, 

Not even touching a single fragment of armor,

We stand, bewildered and confused,

As each of us standing witness the broken woman before all of us,

We scream out for her safety,

The sick creature breathing out another perfume of death,

The thing dares not touch her,

With the creature recoiling back in awe,

The woman, with a strong tug,

Rips off her tattered clothes,

My eyes recognize her godly shape,

A amethyst attire adorning her form,

Flock of gilded hair arming her pristine visage,

 'Lyssa', the goddess of beauty,

We all fall to our knees, worshiping her,

Amidst the creature raging with its minions,

Yet, with her graceful voice,

Bids us to stand,

She speaks of the selfless with which we spent our lives,

Worthy of her following as her first heralds,

Of the arcane she longingly kept hidden from us humans,

Despite our worships echoed through the ages,

Her voice as silky as a river of gold,

She explains that few had displayed the truth essence of beauty,

Most blinded by fleeting gadgets and rivets of gold,

With vain displays of false beauty,

Yet with our desperate action for the few left,

We had earned her teaching,

Through a selected few,

While her status forbade direct action against the primal beasts,

We would act as her limbs amidst our kin,

With a tap of our foreheads, her godly essence seep,

Locked within our bodies,

Armed with the first of superior arcane,

To ever be more proficient against the destroyers of worlds,

We stand absolute,

Gazing the monstrosity that would become out first great reclamation,

Our armor locked with amethyst colors and golden flows,

As the very first heralds of Lyssa,

The branded destroyer will have its path permanently scarred...

--Speech of the primordial herald, preceding the fall of the Shatterer, 200 AE

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