Soul Reaver continues running up the hill, a gust of wind hitting him in the face as Keseno whooshes past over the top of him. Soul Reaver’s expression becomes one of grim anger as he sees the dark entity ahead of him – he does not look forward to having to fight this creature again.

(ooc: Cue “Liberi Fatali”, the first of the ‘Weaver of Destiny’ theme songs)

Keseno flies over the crest of the hill… and suddenly wheels in mid-air, landing shortly afterwards. He does not move, silently overlooking the scene below him. His hands lower a little.

Soul Reaver sprints after him, a spell ready, hoping to in some way constrain or immobilise Keseno before he can do any harm. Yet when Soul Reaver arrives near Keseno’s position, the spell dies on his lips.

Below the warriors is Lordstern, its mighty walls surrounded by the massive grey swarm of the Dark Legion. A barely-visible sphere of dark magic hovers around the citadel.

Brave silver-clad warriors – the relief force – charge into the rearguard of the Dark Legion, but are almost immediately swallowed by the tide of destruction. Swords, maces, axes, spears, flails, scythes and halberds flash through the air. Screams and howls of agony float up from the warriors as they are massacred in rivers of blood.

Black, twisted Warp Gates constantly tear open above the battlefield, each delivering another Dark Legionnaire to the siege. They fall many metres from the Warp Gates, their capes fluttering as they descend, only to land lithely on their feet and immediately go about spreading destruction and chaos.

Daemonic war-engines rumble amongst the unholy army. Catapults hurl a deadly, burning payload against the citadel walls, each hit sending a massive boom and a cloud of flame through the air. The walls buckle and crack with every hit.

Wrought-steel siege wagons thunder amongst the ranks of the Dark Legion with unnatural speed. Each spike-covered wagon houses a magically-charged battering ram. The rocks and arrows hurled from the walls have no effect on the heavy plating of the wagons as more and more take up position in front of the second citadel gate. The first gate already lies on the ground, smashed to kindling. Every blow from the battering-rams sends out a shockwave of black energy over the gate, warping and twisting the wood, threatening to shatter it at any moment.

Rains of arrows descend from the beleaguered citadel walls, but seem to have no effect on the Dark Legion. The arrows pierce the Legionnaires bodies, limbs, even heads, prickling them with wood and steel. Yet the Legionnaires continue unimpeded, absent-mindedly ripping the arrows from their withered bodies.

Many Legionnaires are literally scampering up the citadel walls. Digging their claws into solid granite, the Dark Legionnaires scuttle upwards like grotesque insects. From the hill, it looks as if an army of grey beetles were slowly consuming the behemoth of the citadel.

The citadel defenders hurl rocks down at the Legionnaires, occasionally hitting one directly with a sickening ‘thwack’ and throwing it from the wall. Horrifying, upon hitting the ground, the Legionnaire immediately leaps back to its feet and begins its climb anew.

Suddenly a cauldron of burning oil is poured over the side of the castle walls. A stream of liquid flame engulfs several climbing Legionnaires. Yet as the stream trickles away to nothingness, the Legionnaires, wreathed in flame, continue their ascent with terrifying determination.

More and more of the undead warriors storm the walls, forcing the defenders into a desperate battle they cannot win. Flaming arrows and crossbow bolts arc over the walls constantly – the citadel’s inner city already stands in flames. A black cloud of smoke floats far into the sky. Screaming men fall from the walls to a grisly death below.

Bolts of lightning and flame occasionally crackle from the hands of the handful of magic-users garrisoned in the citadel. They seem to be absorbed into the ranks of the Dark Legion with little effect. Their army appears completely unstoppable.

“We cannot possibly defeat them….”

Perhaps the citadel is all but lost.