It begins: Initial battle with the Black Legion Log

[blacklegion]

Who: The Black Legion, any PC who wants to participate
What: The first assault of the Black Legion
When: 5 August, late morning, throughout the day
Where: All over dagaria


Across Dagaria, as Summer court ends, the morning light does not come. Only darkness, seemingly seeping out of the Rift, can be seen, and hundreds of warriors in battle plate with strange, mad symbols cut into them storm out of it, slaying, burning, and taking slaves. They have come for Zeon, for Amestris, for all the countries of Dagaria. Cities, towns, cathedrals, castles, any structure that stands is being struck at by raving cultists, or the grim, cold precision of corrupt Astartes. They are the Fallen, the traitors, pouring forth from the mouth of hell to howl this phrase with one voice, as their bolters roar, and chainswords grind, "DEATH TO LIFE! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR."

Dagaria, the Black Legion has come for you, respond as you will.

(Ooc This is all initial attacks, and if you want to individually thread or group thread thats just fine, just let me know in your initial tag so I know how many people I'll be tagging. Feel free to group up or solo fight, but be aware these foes are DEADLY. Mind, this is the initial attack, they haven't engulfed the land. You can fight or escape as you will, and the warbands are fairly small and can be engaged by equal or superior numbers of local troops in any place you choose to fight. Please indicate in your tags to this entry as well WHERE you are fighting, as that will dictate what kind of foes come after you.)

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[blacklegion]

The Black Legion leans into the sorcerous assault, like warriors against a strong wind, and a huge, light-distorting Kine shield is thrown up, defending them against the worst of the scourging holy magics. It would seem the Legion has their own sorcerers, and quite strong ones as well. They lumber forward, flanked by strange serpent-helmed guards.

[bejustorbedead]

"Perez, take your men flank left - Alder - fall back, seal their feet to the earth as well as turn it to mud!" Ky barks out as he glances briefly to the sky, the hair stood up at the back of his neck, he could feel how charged the air is. "Men! To me, to the right!" He gestures.

The wielders of earth sorcery moved back, splitting their focus - some continue to turn the earth before the Black Legion into quagmire and quicksand, others did something strange - any spells that got past the sorcerers cause a sensation of heaviness, slowing down and preventing any from jumping.

The rest of the units split, no longer being at the brunt of the charge throwing their magics at both the front and flanks of the corruption. Joining the fireballs and strong winds was powerful lashes of blue lightning and more arrows.

Ky started to build up - a bright white orb danced on the tip of his blade, growing large as he tries to pick out the enemy leader.

[blacklegion]

The cultists are sucked into the muck, and crushed under the feet of the seemingly unyielding legionaries. Memories of Berserker are probably screaming to Ky now, for they are the shadow opposites of his pearl-colored destructiveness, somehow far more unwholesome than his righteous fire. The kine shield starts to crumple at the edges, and the smell of burned ceramite and charred flesh wafts over the battlefield as the fireballs and winds blast into the ranks, but they are answered by brutal, explosive magical bolts coughing from blocky boltguns of the Black Legion. They will likely be scything down the ranks of Ky's men, every shot strong enough to punch through armor and explode the man inside it. These were the warriors the Emperor of Belka used to conquer his empire.