[Myrr Saga AU] Alter Hymn

The World of Myrr, and ancient world of magic, strife, glory, and ambition. Long ago, the Mortal Races were kept under the constant tyrannical rule of the Immortals; The Dragons, the Demons, and the Giants who served their Dragon masters. Mortal lives were fleeting, and easily extinguished. To the Immortals, they were but mere play things and servants. Then, one day, a mortal fought back. Breaking the horn off a Dragon, this mortal used it to pierce the Dragon's scales, which normally would have kept it safe from any harm. This Mortal discovered he was blessed by the energies of the world, and capable of wielding a great power born from this energy. In time, he discovered he was not alone, that several other Mortals possessed these gifts. Together, they rallied behind their unique powers and ability to wield weapons made from Dragon parts, and the first War of the Immortals began. The Mortal Hunter, named Felix, who fashioned his Dragon horn into a spear, made pilgrimage to the Land of Dragons, and there met the patron of freedom to all Mortals; the Elder Dragon, Phoenix, twin brother to the King of Dragons, Father Behemoth. Revealing to the hunter that he and the Elder Dragon Phoenix were one in the same soul, united by a bond, the two led the Mortals in a great campaign that saw several settlements break free from Dragon control. However, this revolution was not to succeed. As the Hunter and his army laid siege to Father Behemoth's mountain stronghold of Sinai, they were ambushed by a pincer attack from Nifelheim, King of Demons, Lord of Domination and Murder, and Monarch of the Black Throne of Dis. Fearing the loss of their cause, Phoenix and Felix passed command to Felix's son, Garlith, and protected the army as they made their way to Jotunheim, the land of Giants. There, they found an unexpected ally in the Mag-Theron Giants, who allowed the Mortals to use their long boats to cross the ocean to a new land, untouched by Dragons or Demons. Meanwhile, Felix continued his epic battle with the King of Demons and King of Dragons, finally falling after commanding Phoenix to withdraw, the Dragon Lord of the Heavens disappearing into the horizon. And thus, the surviving Mortals named him Felix, the First of His Name, and crowned him the first King of Mortals. Upon arriving to their new home, they named the land Myrr, after the clan name of Felix and his kin, who were blessed by Phoenix and the Fae who he protected until his departure.

It is the year 459 A.E, four hundred and fifty nine years after the great Exodus lead by Felix, the First of His Name, King of Mortals, from the Immortal Continent to the Mortal Lands of Myrr. The Mortals, ruled by Garlith Myrr, son of Felix and Lord-Protector of the Mortal Realm, sit at the precipice of crisis. The Giants and Dragons, having forged a powerful alliance with the Demons of Dis under King Nifelheim, have waged a constant, bloody siege upon the Mortal Kingdom, the peace only barely being maintained by the talented Royal Knights and King's Knights, the two great divisions of powerful Spell-Blood warriors under King Garlith's command. With constant assaults on their key defensive cities, the recruitment of Spell-Blood Knights and Knight-Apprentices has become priority for the Crown of Myrr. So, we come to you, our heroes. Will you save the Mortals from certain destruction, or will you embrace other paths? The melody has no conductor, and so, the hymn is yours to write. This....is Myrr Saga: Alter Hymn!

General Rules:

~Rell's Watch~

Near the southeastern front of Myrr's battle lines sits Rell's Watch, a massive Armory-city used by the Royal Army to supply numerous forces in the area. However, tonight, the skies burn with smoke and the sounds of battle as the great city, surrounded by a massive wall of stone with numerous Siege Ballistae and Tribuchete turrets. The forces of the Immortal Armies, lead by the Dragon Selva'Warg and the Demon Commander Valak, lay siege with an army of Half-Demons, both born from Giants and Dragons, and from Mortals. The Dragons had even brought their own army of Giant soldiers and Tamed Drakes. All around the perimeter of the city wall, the sounds of chaos ring out as Half-Dragons and Drakes are shot out from the air by mortal Ballistae spears and Sorceries meant for long range. Below, the armies of Myrr engage the enemy outside the city walls, trying to keep the foes at bay with a mixture of trench warfare and melee combat formations.

Suddenly, a loud horn rings out in the distance as reinforcements arrive to the city! Slowly, a line of Knights clad in Dragon Iron and leather armor astride Myrrian Chargers ride out from a large wedge formation. At the head was a Drow Knight in full leather armor, armed with a rapier of black dragon bone, as if it was a long, thin tooth of some kind. Green venom drips from its tip as the Knight points forward. Behind him, the flags of Zorrin the Threader, Royal Knight and Commander of the Rangers flies proudly, announcing the arrival of Ser Zorrin and his Company!

"CHARGE IN, MEN! LETS SEND THESE MOTHERLESS DOGS CRYING BACK TO THEIR LORDS IN AVALON AND DIS!" The Drow Knight Zorrin calls out.

His men, inspired by their commander's valor, roar in response as they crash into the line of Half-Demons and Giants, slowly cutting into their formations as they begin to route the enemy from the rear. Zorrin looks back to one of the Knights, a Kong in simple, steel armor with a longsword. "HUE! WHERE ARE THE KNIGHT-APPRENTICES!?"

The Kong looks back to the infantry ranks bringing up the rear, smiling from atop his mount as he looks to Zorrin. "THEY'RE WITH THE INFANTRY, BRINGING UP THE REAR, SER!" He rides back to the rear, calling out to the new recruits eagerly.

"LETS GO, APPRENTICES! THIS IS YOUR FIRST BATTLE AS KNIGHTS OF MYRR! LETS GIVE EM' HELL!"

Hyngr of Stoatpaw:

A muscular 7'6" Half-Giant amid the other Myrrians in Commander Zorrin's armed forces pushed the other new recruits forward.  He did not intend to be rude by his rough march onward, especially towards the other plenty capable soldiers beside him, he only wanted to fight.  More importantly, he wanted to put his newly-honed power to good use.

The deafening sounds of roaring, screaming, and fighting quickly flooded both of his slightly pointed ears, while dust and ash wisped through his dark wispy locks.  It was hard to see at first, as the light of the sun hit his beige-brown eyes.  Once he got used to the sight of the battle ground, his mind readjusted to the task at hand: to win.

The vicious demons came at them from all sides, and the troops split off to take on their own foes.  The Half-Giant apprentice soldier decided to take this chance and withdrew a Dragon Iron-barreled mechanism.  It's rich, redwood stock fit perfectly under his bicep, and his finger perfectly fit around the slate-gray metal trigger.  Charging the strange machine with a bright red energy welling up within his hands, he concentrated on a particularly horrendous-looking half-demon.  As he exhaled, he let the sparkling ammunition fly out of the weapon, blasting it through the air at a blazing speed!  It pierced the skin of the abomination and exploded the area of impact, severely crippling the demon's upper half.

Hyngr the Marskman landed a direct hit, and he didn't plan to miss anytime soon.

Ascelinne Hydale:

The sounds of battle were new to her, as were most other things she had experienced within the past few days. But then again, her memory didn't extend past this past week -- anything else was a blank for her. The drow woman sat atop a horse, overlooking the battle of Rell's Watch from a nearby hilltop with a curious eye. She brushed her auburn hair past her ear as she observed quietly, leaning forward a bit on the horse. Her mount was a gift of sorts, along with the sheathed blade that she cradled against her frame. Aside from that, and the simple short-sleeve frock she wore, there was little else that she possessed, at least as far as she knew.

This was the place, wasn't it? Rell's Watch... where she thought she could find help in discerning her past -- at least, that's what the knight who'd given her these gifts had said. But, the concentration of combat at the settlement's entrance implied otherwise, or at least, that what Ascelinne thought. Perhaps she should approach and make contact? Or... what if those creatures that the knights fought overran them and took control of Rell's Watch? She doubted that she knew her way around a blade, but maybe there was some other way she could help!

With that, she urged her mare onward, cautious to avoid Half-Demons as best as she could.