Quest Name: Horn of War Applicable Players: Crusaders / Crusader Wanabe's Need Not Apply: Preservers, Neutrals Quest Type: Ongoing
By Decree of Mortanis and the signatures of those who would surround him, support of the clergy and the military it is to be that contest will surge through our bloodied veins once more. Rumours reach our learned ears of a war horn held by warrior of the past to rally great armies to stand against a legion of unknown and uncountable odds. The horn brought men, orcs and dwarves from all corners of the earth to rally under one banner. The day an orc shook a dwarfs hand signed the worth and true power of this horn into the fabric of legends.
The numbers rallied stood against unbarable odds. Victory was an impossibility it seemed, and the world would surely perish. Dwarves took the front, unmovable, stern, orcs slung spears over their shoulders and shields, and from the back did man cast his vicious arrow. Countless died this die, men, orc and dwarf, as well as the monsters that attacked them, but amidst the crowd stood a simple human knight, clad in perfect black plate addorned with spines, a sword and shield the same as any other and a hellish dark helmet. Red cloth did drape from his neck to his feet, and around a shoulder was slung the horn. He watched from atop a hill as his army surcame to wave after wave of malice and spite, dwindling numbers by the very second. Morale was torn to shreads, and the last six men took back to back with their captain, who in turn took the horn to his mouth. The sound that echo'd through the lands was a vicious sound, enough to split the very earth with its presence, and to the great fissures did thousands more monsters tumble, the fields of battle now a jagged wasteland of death. He took sword to hand and lept from towering spire of rock to rock, striking dead the fiends who would take his land from him with battering shield and severing sword alike, but it was not enough.
The man fell to fatigue and injuries, landing aside the horn, his body thrown to waste, forever to rot in his armoured shell.
To the man who brings this horn forward, the title of champion be bestowed, should he prove intelligence and worth. Look now to the man at your flank and treat him as potential threat. Beguile, kill, slaughter if you must. The best man will stand, and only that man is worthy.
//the stats of the horn will vary depending on who wins. Lower levels will recieve a better horn than higher ones. To begin with, feel free to toss around banter and try to discover more IC. While I am online, I will try to give feedback through NPC's\\
_________________ Never under estimate the power that language imparts. Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can break hearts.
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