The War of Faith Part Two: The fall of Wyr. Out of the North it came. Fear followed it as it traveled south. Darkness following it, a darkness that could destory the Qayiore. Its towers pierced the clouds. Its mist hiding its rocky base. Annayea once the vessels of Mirish conqest was know the vessel of Sin-Alb and his nomads. The city of Wyr watched in horror. They had head the tails from Myr-Kun and Sarunor. The Sinari destoyed the army and then destoyed the city. They left no prisoners unless you converted to the worshiped of their heathen god. The people watched in horror. (Sinari Force Good Wyr Force Fair + defenders Results: +1 (+1 +1 0 0) = +3 0 +1 (-1 -1 +1 +1 ) = +1 3 to 1 ratio) The Sinari push past the defenders and enter the city. They quikly destroy all of the city and set up camp out side of the city. The citzen flee south towards the gathered army called the Western Defences Talishara The Warlord, Farcesa, Rease, and the Cedonian Generals look up at the commotion from outside. "What is going on out there?" The Warlord said as she stood up. Just then a sorcerer entered the tent out of breath. "What is it." The warlord demanded. "The Oracle." He said trying to catch his breath. The Warlord taped her foot in impaticence. Finally the Socerer regained his breath. "The Oracle spoke." "What did it say?" The Warlord said. "She of the Isle and the Empire comes. Beware she comes." The Warlord started at him for a long moment. Then she turned to Facresa. "I though Sin-Alb was a He?" "Last time I checked he was always betrayed as a he." Facresa said. "Warlord." the sorcerer said inturupting. She turned to him. "We felt a precence in the Oracle. It was the same one that was in the Grand Hall when Facresa joined us." "What can it mean." She said siting down. Rease eyes glowed with amusment. ******* Qayiore stands on the brink of war. From the once great and mystious city of Wyr the Sinari shall invaded were will they strike? The Army of the Western Defence wait at Talishara to see were the Sianri will invaded at. Qayiore holds it breath. For one wrong move could leave Qayiore in ruins. Jason Todd Heaps ---------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, send mail to celandra-off@phoenyx.net.
