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A small band of figures run swifly through unforgiving rocks and inclines as they make their way up a rugged mountain side. Pausing ocationaly to take a break and chech their flank. Seven soldiers of Corovan in heavy armor. Beaten and tired, can barely share the pace of the others. A unit of 18 men in darker armor which seems less cumbersome and noticably quieter. They reach a somewhat hidden flat along the side of a massive rock wich hange along the side of the mountain.

"How far is the city gates, to this Corovan?" asks one of the dark warriors.

"About a days jog from here" reply's Guil, a 2 year vetran of Corovan. "The first of the two bridges along the way has been destroyed so we will have to treck under the pass and up the wall of the gods."

"That shouldn't be a problem. We will break for camp here for the night. No fires," as he looks over at the rest of the dark soldiers "standard rutien. I need four all nighters, Torin, Burgue, Gance, and Valin will start. Myself, Hue, Bollie, and Jen will relive you in mid night . If it doesn't see you, dont kill it?"

"Yes sir.." They all reply as they snap into motion. Moving as quick as they did on the feild, they set up a parimeter and begin to dig in. The Corovan are totaly wiped as they all find a spot up against the mountain and fall. Cleaved and battered, one of them, a short stocky kid named Rolan, pulls off a gauntlet to ajust a bloddied rag around his wrist. He looks up to see Sendall still standing by the dark warrior.

"My name is Sendall, unit master at arms of Corovan"

"In these days of our fallen Lords, names don't mean much anymore. But good health to you freind, my name is Raiden."

"Who are you? your colors are forein to me. Are you Glanian?"

"No." As he pulls off the dark and bizzarly shocking helm to reviel a darker faced man with a mostacue and long jet black hair. "We are Venion, the last of a race that was wiped out 7 years ago."

"I've never heard of the Venion. Is your world far?"

"Yes, Twords the rising sun untill you come to the great water, and across it untill the stars are different."

"You,ve been to the ocean?" replies Rolan "How is that possible, no one has been to the ocean and returned."

"There was a time when we too were forbidden to go to the great water, Before the days of Our lord Gorthose."

"You mean that huge fucker back there?" asks another soldier.

"You would do wise to respect that one." He says with a smerk on his face. "He is not of this world." And the smerk goes away "Some say he was once a man, and some considder that he is the offspring of hell itself. No one knows. He was legend to me as a child, and my father when he was."

"Is he one of them?" asks Sendall

"No, he is something else."

"How is it that he is with you and your men?"

"He is not with us, we are with him. Long ago when our people were slaughtered, the remaining Venion became hunter killers of these demons. We were a much larger group then, about ninety of us. We disregaured our old lives and relied only of our knbowlege of war. We lived amongst the wild, ever vidulent to our cause, killing them whenever we could. One afternoon we stumbled on a small town which had been recently desroyed. We were scavenging for anything we could use, when the demons returned. They were in numbers that we have never seen before and washed over the land like a strong wind. Only a handful of us we able to hide. Untill He arived."

"Well at least he is on our side." wispers a soldier in the back.

"He is not on anyones side." replied Raiden as he walks over to help one of his men with his armor.

Standing in the remains of the main square, the smell of the dead has settled in. The sun has began its deceint. Most of the buildings have been reduced to smoldering stone and the remenants of life here has all but vanished. A scene all to framilliar to him. The giant looks at a scar on his hand and remembers a simpler time, a time without death. He see's a beutiful young woman standing by a blowing tree. She looks to him and smiles. Suddently the rancid smell of death washes over him, and the vision is gone. Sounds of the approaching demons grow near and he slowly raises the sword from his back. Leather snaps as Gorthose fits the sword with a firm grip and pulls a slightly smaller war axe hung from his lower back. You see a row of jagged teeth smiling through the T faced helm as a suttle green glow begins to illuminate from his eyes. Anticapation gets the best of him and he charges into the smoke filled town.

Two Mandril stand over a small collection of bodies. Chattering to each other as they feed. Oblivious. With blinding speed he grabs the back of the first mandril with the blade of his axe and turns the creature as he spins past, beheading the second one with his sword. Yanking his axe out the the back has caused the first mandril to land on its ass just before it is kissed in the head with the sword. A slighty smaller carill appeares from the smoke behind him but is immediatly cut down. The area comes alive again with sound as more and more Carill swarm in from every angle grabbing and ripping at him. It doesnt phase him as he dances in the mob of death. Punishing blow after blow sending limbs and heads flying in every direction. One of them sinks its teeth into his back before being scraped off with his axe and ended with a stomp to the head. He steps out of the smoke to the surprise of five more mandrill. They all slightly twitch as he barks out a defhining roar, and begin to slowly circle him. They seem to be confused at this awsome sight of defiance. Never before have they whitnessed such valiance before them. He can feel them as they begin to chatter their massive jaws. They seem to be waiting for something, and then...

The mandrill slowly step back as veins of blood begin to seep up through the dirt. A massive head begins to materialize up through the ground. He takes a step back as a giant Tergowa arrives in front of him. Two mandrill attack from the side but are quickly delt with as he maintains his attention on the hell knight that begins to aproach him. It seems to walk through the ground as though it was water. The tergowa now stands before him and he can feel its thoughts as its black eyes scan him. Up to this point Gorthose has only seen one from a distance. At 18 feet, this tergowa is much bigger than he thought. Its head is mounted on a mound of muscle and shoulders abroad. It clinches its huge fist and charges Gorthose, who jumps into the air with a full swing. He is met with a powerful kick to the chest and finds himself lying inside of a building that was behind him. Jumping to his feet he gathers his thoughts. This battle is unwinable. He jumps out of an opening on the side of the building just as a massive hand crashes in, reducing it to rubble. The monster turns its head to Gor and lets out a massive sceam as the remaining mandrill and carill rush him. He sheathes his weapons and turns to run. He begins to head south out of town, with a hoard of creatures on his heals. He stops at the forrest edge to fucus on something that caught his eye. He sidesteps and a handful of carill and mandrill over shoot him. Crashing into the forest and knocking down a large tree.

The noises can be heard from the cliffs as Raiden looks over at Sendall, who has found a spot on the edge. He creeps over to him and sits. Listening at the caos that lurks below. Sendall is the first to speak.

"What in the hell happened here today? I mean, shit, I saw things today that would make me question everything I know. What the FUCK are we to do now?"

"We follow orders, thats what we do. Gorthose said to get you to Corovan, so we go to corovan."

"What then? I saw a small group of those things rip through my entire company. Corovan is just a small city at the top of this ridge of mountains. Its hold able against men....and most of natures predaters....but there isnt anything natural about those demon things."

"Your world is about to fall my freind, this is a reality you need to accept. We have seen manny like it fall in the past. For some reason Gorthose has brought us here, and untill he tells us why, we must simply do as he commands."

"Shouldn't you help him or something, there were a lot of them and he is only one."

"We are helping him, by staying out of his way. I have seen many strange things in my life, but none compare to the level of power and fury of our lord Gorthose. He knows nothing of defeat. You should retire to your men and rest. We have a rough day ahead."

Cutting through the trees to the south, our hero doges in and out of the tree's like the wind. Fast and silent. He slows down for a monent to servey the ruins he has come to find. Then darts in to find cover. These strange ruins must have been built thousands of years ago. Massive collums reach to the sky and huge walls of stone line a small courtyard. He takes a sprint up to the top of a line of stairs and comes to a stop at the top. He has entered the cliffs of Perdue. A gigantic wall of rocks that drop to the clouds. This must have been a place of worship he thinks to himself. A mandrill and two carill jump him from behind, but again miss as he sidesteps. He lets the two fall off the cliff as he turns and grabs the third, a carill, by the neck. He holds it in the air and buries his thumb into its throat to keep it from screaming. Looking down the steps he see's the rest of the pack enter the ruins. They scour the eria looking for the giant, who has slipped unnoticed behind a collum at the top. He looks to the carill and try's to read its mind, but it know nothing of any importance and is discarded of the cliff. It screams out a grunt as it dissappears of the edge. The group of demons look up the stairs to see Gor waiting at the top, weapons drawn.

They flood up the stairs at him but are met with death. Gorthose yells in delight as he swings and kicks his way through the on slaught. Untill the last one falls.

The ground shakes as the Tergowa makes its way to the bottom of the steps. Stairs crumble under his feat as he walks to the top, only to find limbs and parts of his demons lying about. Gorthose has just enough time to read its thoughts before it turns to him. He knows now why they have come here, and what their intentions are. The teragowa belches out a roar as it bolts to Gor and swings. Gorthose ducks just as the huge hand full of knife size claws blows over his head. He jumps past it and hits the collum that rises next to the teragowa. The back of the collum explodes and the collum falls bringing an equaly huge archway down on the Teragowa. Puting the teragowa on its face and stunning it for a moment. Wich is all the time Gorthose needed. He charges the huge demon, kicking on the top of the head as it tries to rise, and sends it over the cliff.

He looks to the horison as the last of the suns light drops over the mountains and charges into the darkness, returning to the forrest.