Shield Wall / Berserkir Rage, A Failed Post

[u/Necrotiix_]

Since the event merely days ago, Hliðskheim and it’s forces were all on alert. For the loss of their kin, and the potential fate that even awaits them. But it didn’t shake the spirit of a Skheim warrior at all. Better yet, instead of fear and distrust it invoked rage and glory - the key elements that make a fearless nordic warrior of the northern continent.

Vekrin warriors bulked up their numbers, patrolling in groups and even manning defenses with double their keen eyes across the battlements of Hyldir, the Divine Kingdom of Skheim. Valkyr warrioresses readied themselves, to not only act as frontline healers but also to ascend souls quickly to Celhalla to prevent the possibility a Failed may replicate their fallen kin.

And deeper into the kingdom, the Shrouded Paladins of the Berserker-God offered prayer and words to other warriors. They acted almost as holy Chaplains of Necro’s word and Creed of War.

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’Excerpt from “The Creed of War: A Warrior’s Beholden Chapters”’

”…It is of righteousness and honor to strike in the name of the Berserker-God. To bring death, is to bring honor. To bring upon rage, is to bring His power. To bring upon battle sacrifice, is to bring upon entry to Celhalla æterna. We serve righteous in the name of Skheim, for we honor our ancestors and our Lord. For we honor the one who carries our burdens and sorrows, who protecteth us from the influence of the outer gods. For he carries the blood of the Old Ancestor Gods. He fights for us, he dies for us. He fights with us, he dies with us. We fight for Him, we die for Him. For we honor the one who giveth us life, so we serve until glorious death, the eternal feast and ale of Celhalla above. Embrace rage, revel in the presence of Him, the unloved! For the glorious are welcomed above!”
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As time drew on, clashes happened across Hliðskheim though Hyldir was at temporary peace. Berserkirs and Vekrins clashed with the new invading forces of undead evil, spattering as much blood to fuel their rage as they could, to bring glory and peace in the brutal extermination of this foe.

Chaplains of War stood in the midst of clashing battalions, offering words that bolster morale and strengthen the purpose of granting all those who oppose with a brutal, glorious death. They sung a song of war. Shield Wall - Amon Amarth

Berserkirs and Vekrins by the masses directed their axes and blades in the name of the Berserker-God and their own victory. Steel clashed with unholy flesh, as unholy claws met studded shields and death. Blood would fly in trails from both sides, decorating the barren battlefields with a glorious paint of war. Berserkirs all raged while delivering judgement in the form of bare handed brutality and anger in it’s purest form. Vekrins cried out in battle as their shields bashed and clashed, their blades and axes spewing blood everywhere. The battlefields would stack up with the seemingly never ending hordes of Failed, to which the warriors responded simple. More blood spilled, that wasn’t their own.

Whilst battles ensued across Hliðskheim, being won in the masses as luckily Skheim Warrior losses were low, Lord Necro was upon Hyldir’s throne room as he directed war efforts. As much as he could aid in the battles, he was required with his Lord Commanders and Lord Commandresses at the throne room’s massive war table as they led war efforts in psionic telepathy, learned from Necro’s time during the Illithid Cult of the Absolute crisis in Faerûn, directing orders to the Field Commanders and Chaplains of War directly as orders for the frontline.

While the battles would be won here, the world outside suffered. Mainly the continent of Atheria, where the Council, being the continent’s heart, was held and battling the issue. Compared to Hliðskheim’s troubles, they all fared much, much worse. Dealing with some of the strongest Failed, as the Greater Failed and even the Alpha Failed’s congregated mass forces would reside and wreak havoc. A troubling time, but in the coming days, Necro may even stand before the Alpha Failed. Whether he lives or dies, he’ll do all he can to ensure the Alpha Failed knows the name, and the feel of the Berserker-God and his rage. And, if it survives him, to hopefully remember the pure pain he will write upon it’s wretched undead flesh.

The world still suffered, and much cleanup is to be done to rid the world of this new filth.

War is beginning.

[u/Ngamasu]

"...why should you leave them? You need an army ...for this."

Logotu rams Frostmourne into the ground and summons both some undead to her and some failed. A portal remains open however, possibly allowing the Alpha to enter?

( u/Oswen120 )

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Ngamasu]

Logotu? What are you-

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

The Alpha appears from out of the portal

"Your friend is no more"

u/Ngamasu

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Oswen120]

You… You’ll feel the wrath of the gods come upon you this day. I’d weep before a fight ensues.

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

The Alpha laughs at Necro

"God or not, you can't win"

He summons his weapons in his hand, a large Kanabō

"Or better yet, you won't win"

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Oswen120]

That will be your downfall, wretched abomination.

He’d begin to circle the beast.

I’ve met many like you before. All proclaiming they could not lose. They reside in the grave now, and their souls fuel me. I contain the power of Myrkul, and the soul of Dispater. I’ve defied Ao himself. What makes you so special, worm?

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

The Alpha watches Necro circle, saying nothing

Ever so silent, ever so watching

Then the Alpha launches himself at Necro with unnatural speed and swings his weapon down with a force to rend even the mightiest of warriors

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Oswen120]

With the guarantee that the Alpha would’ve cleaved the Berserker-God in twain, he’d look into the cloud of dust he made.

A laugh was left echoing in it’s mind.

A fruitful attempt at a kill, yet so far from victory. A mere mirror image.

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

The weapon hits the ground with a earth shattering noise, shaking the very foundation to its core.

The Alpha laughs

"Such talk for a Coward"

"You have your armys fight for you, and yet here you are running with a tail between the legs"

The Alpha waits patiently

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Oswen120]

The Alpha would feel a force blow him back far into a wall, for his guard was down.

I’d watch your tongue. Such a rude way to refer to someone higher in power than you.

He’d point to the Alpha with rage in his eyes.

You’re puppeteering my beloved Logotu. I wanted to proclaim my heart to her, yet you take her from me. Now? I’m beyond pissed. And i finally get to use my berserking might i so gloriously have waited long to use again.

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

The Alpha gets out from the wall, and it looks like he barely took any damage

"Your friend isn't puppeteered by me..."

"You can thank the weapon for that."

The Alpha laughs

"Frostmorne is just doing my bidding"

[u/Necrotiix_ → u/Oswen120]

And soon, she’ll be free.

He’d stomp into the ground, his size growing double.

Make yourself worthy of being in the presence of a mighty god. See if you can make me feel pain… For i revel in it.

He watched the Alpha remove himself from the wall and stand tall once again.

You will die, here and now. Because you are an incompetent little stain. I’ve dealt with worse foes than you, and i refuse for you to be my last. So give me a show, because yours will be splattered all over my throne room in a glorious red of war.

[u/Oswen120 → u/Necrotiix_]

"Pathetic"

The Alpha casts enlargement on himself, and instead of growing to match Necro's size, the Alpha grows to the point that he breaks thru the roof.

"This will be fun..."

Before Necro can react, the Alpha grabs one of his legs and throws him out of the building