Uelrog's Destruction

Disaster / Destruction

Uelrog stood up from his massive mountainside throne and called for his armies to follow him as he ravaged all who would stand in his path. He had called for the destruction of the world, and his followers would do everything in their power to follow out Uelrog’s command. In his mind he was the harbinger of the apocalypse, and when the great storm began two months into his journey, he had his proof. This battle tore across the landscape for over twenty years...

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The following was found written by Azure Gwendolyn, reknown
 

The Storm of the Gods

  It came in the middle of the night and without any warning. It had nothing to do with the inhabitants of the Old World. No, it was far above them. The gods had waged a war on a level that I could never hope to explain, or understand for that matter. For the past year, priests and religious folk had raved on about how the gods were at war with each other and how the heavens were at unrest. They said that the evil god, Glomm went mad and was attempting to destroy the outer world. The world was not as heavily dependent upon religion back then, so many passed it off as inconsequential ramblings of the religious folk. However, when the earth began to tremble, the masters of the church were taken seriously. It all started as a low rumble that most had mistaken for thunder, but as the days past by, the storm had gotten louder and louder, until finally the tremors began. Cottages shook violently and the trees quivered in fear. Concerned commoners looked to their nobility, who in turn looked to the church for their answers. The headmaster had warned them that the worst was yet to come, that the gods had only begun their battle. The nobility ordered the priests to intervene, to call a halt to this crisis, but alas this was a matter that was out of their hands. No amount of pleading and petitioning the gods for help would be heard. The storm continued to grow in intensity as an army of lighting blasts devastated the forests and the cities and roadways began to flood. Gail force winds blew around anyone foolish enough to step out and challenge the storms magnificence.  

The Harbinger of the Apocalypse

Uelrog strode with wide and powerful steps, each step traveling at a distance of over twenty human paces. It would sometimes have to slow down for its armies to keep up with its great strides. It somehow knew that its only purpose was to destroy the world and it intended to do so. As the army of darkness plowed its way south, it planted the seeds of death and left no living creature in its wake, although very often, large groups of monsters would submit to the army and follow Uelrog on his dark quest. By the time Uelrog had made it halfway to the first of the civilized lands, his army had doubled in size and had consisted of all sorts of grotesque and vile monsters of chaos. When the storm hit, the army of darkness halted and the lesser Goblins and monsters were shook with fear. Uelrog tossed his head back and let out a mighty roar, followed by laughter. Yes he indeed was the herald of death, and his army would continue on without hindrance. This was his command, his word and his army would follow the order through fear of a fate worse than death. He forced them to believe that the storm was his creation, and so they pressed on through it and continued to the south seemingly ignoring the incredible tempest around them.  

The Fabled Gnomes (A race extinct)

The gnomes we have come to know of, were an extremely intelligent and mechanically inclined race. To this day our scholars still discover the hidden relics that these tinkerers have created. Their greatest legacy to our world is known as the Gates of Passage, devices that allow inter realm transportation. There are many uncovered devices that to this date defy classification and understanding. As for the gnomes themselves, they were unfortunately destroyed during the march of Uelrog’s horde of darkness and the tragedies to follow. Because this race was hesitant in dealing with other races, not much of their culture is known. The attempt by scholars to have a more in depth understanding of the people have met with failure, due to the fact that Blingdonsmyth mountain was the only known gnomish settlement.   Very little is known about the way gnomish technology works but after much trial and error we have been able to utilize some of their equipment. To this date we do not know how or why it works. Past attempts of duplicating their technology has met with utter failure and at times disastrous results.    

Fall Of the Elven Kingdom

Shortly after the horrid army abolished the gnomes, Uelrog set his sights on the elves. The elven kingdom was debatably the most glorious and powerful of all the civilizations in the Old World, however this was to change soon after the arrival of Uelrog. The storm was powerful and had occupied the attention of the elves. They had not even thought to perform their normal scrying of the boundaries, for they figured none would be out and about in this weather. The storm had made the visibility poor and the sound of heavy rain and thunder would mask the sounds of the approaching army. The elven watchmen were paralyzed with fear when they saw the mighty beast that was Uelrog. Just when they were beginning to regain their senses Uelrog was upon them and the poor watchmen were picked up, eaten, thrown or smashed. Uelrog then lifted his massive arms up into the air and ripped down the walls so that his army of darkness may begin its siege and slaughter. The elves were taken completely by surprise. Many were not ready for battle and were unarmed, those who were armed were helplessly beaten to death by the mighty fists of Uelrog. The chaos army had wiped out massive amounts of the elves and was suffering little to no casualties. Meanwhile Uelrog destroyed the kingdom walls, the houses, castles and towers, until nothing was left standing tall.   At the far end of the elven kingdom and as much as it pained them to do so, the twelve elven elders, and a handful of elite warriors were preparing to depart. They knew that they were leaving their city in the hands of destruction, but they knew also that there was nothing they could do to prevent it, and that the other kingdoms must be warned. They rode off against the fury of the storm on the greatest of elven steeds, in hope that they would arrive at the human empire of Kormyre in time to make a difference.   The massacre had gone on for almost half a day, and the elven kingdom was set ablaze. Well over half of the elven population died that day and most of the elven civilization was razed to the ground with the destructive force of Uelrog, everything else tasted the flames of a torch. Although there were many more elves left, Uelrog seemed to be satisfied with the massive death and destruction that they had already caused. Uelrog began to call his army back to the gates so that they may continue on and leave the pitiful survivors to wallow in their brother’s blood.  

The Gathering

On the greatest of elven mares, it was a three day journey to reach the empire of Kormyre. An entire army of monsters, marching on foot, would take at least five times as long, which gave them about a twelve days before Uelrog’s army would appear. The elders had little trouble convincing the humans that a great doom was fast approaching. With great speed, messengers were sent to the nearby dwarven mountains, and the newly formed Goblinoid kingdom. If what the Emperor saw in the elders scrying ball was true, if this army of darkness did indeed raze the glorious elven kingdom, then they would need all the help they could get. The Dwarves answered the call with haste and sent scouting parties to the west, and armies south to join the empire of Kormyre in what was to be the bloodiest war in history. The Hobgoblins on the other hand displayed distrust and did not feel that they were at all involved in the situation. They had thanked the emperor of Kormyre for the warning, but refused to send armies to aid in the empires battle. And so the empire prepared its greatest armies for the oncoming horde. However they were at many disadvantages, the fact that the world was currently blanketed with darkness and a thick fog did little to help. For most monsters and goblinoid types this was not a problem as they where used to fighting in such conditions with their animalistic senses, but the humans were at a distinct loss for visibility. And the poor Dwarves could barely stand taller than the lower, thicker blankets of fog. However they were many, and the Dwarves where equipped in the best of black mithril armor, and wielded the best weighted of axes and war hammers. The war generals decided it was best for the well being of the citizens, to engage the enemy as far from the cities as possible. After seven days of preparation, they began their determined march against Uelrog.  

A Grim Realization

The defending army marched as far from the center of the empire as they could. They nearly reached the edge of Arkovnia when the sound of agony erupted in their ears. But the cries that they heard were not what they had expected. The sounds of battle, the roar of a monstrous army, no these things were not heard. It was the silence, laced with cries of despair and pain. As the army rode upon Arkovnia’s capital, the smell of death traveled in the air. And as the fog parted and revealed the broken city, they had known that they were too late. The army of darkness was already upon them. Where was the army now they thought, perhaps it had changed course or turned away for some unknown reason. Unfortunately for them that was not at all the case. As if cloaked by some strange magical force, the shadows twisted and warped around the defending army. The horses stirred and reared violently shaking off their riders, killing many of them instantly upon impact. The forms began to take shape and solidify into the beings that were the destruction of this planet. Blood, death, and despair lie in waiting for the human empire, as the dark army cut a swath through them like flies on the corpses that littered the city. The battle lasted eternity and a day, it seemed to many. They had the advantage of vision over the humans and Dwarves who were so blinded by the fog that they could barely discern friend from foe. But the monsters were not without their own casualties. As blind as the imperial army was, they were the elite. With or without sight, the heroes of this battle were truly lords of valor and spilled much of their enemy’s blood.  

Hobgoblin Legionnaire

It was said that the war was Arawyn’s bloodiest and that the human empire had never before been so overpowered on the battlefield. The empire with the combined forces of the Dwarves was no match for the dark army. It was soon after the Hobgoblins arrived that the tides began to turn. They had originally refused to be involved, but for reasons unknown they did appear on the battlefield, and they made their presence known. The Hobgoblin legionnaires were a mighty force to behold. So unlike typical Goblin war bands, they were as organized and as unified as any royal army. The Hobgoblins had no trouble fighting in the harsh conditions, they did not need to see their enemy, for their monstrous instincts landed their blades true. Perhaps Uelrog had known that his army was struggling under the force of three armies or more widely believed is the theory that Uelrog had an exact destination to arrive at. In either case Uelrog left his army behind to fend for themselves and plowed through the empire, heading east.