The Conclave battles.....
The Conclave has been tactfully under the shroud of darkness, set out to eliminate our adversaries one by one and make our names heard through the halls of Bastion Stairs, Bloodwrought Enclave and Bilerot Burrows. Our elite forces led by a fearless Black Orc named Immovable ventured into the Halls of Bloodwrought slaughtering in their path a way into the depths of the Great Barakus the Godslayer. With an elite team of warriors forged through the bloody battles of Bastion Stairs, Indasoth the Bloodthirsty assassin, Torbin the Fleshripper, Littlest the Undefeated and their dark magic shamans, Begbie the Honorable and Orakai the Wicked laid waste to the Relic Halls of Blood. In a massive roar of victory in their bloodlust for defeating the Demon they rampaged into the eerie depths of Bilerot where only the most foolhardy have ever ventured.
Days pass as the forces of The Conclave battle through sickness and epic battles Bilerot had to offer. In the end after all the hate and blood lay waste to the canvas of the Burrows, Immovable holds his head high and takes a deep breath as the smell of flesh and putrid rotting corpses lay around him. Blood dripping from his shaking hands barely able to hold his shield to his chest and deep wounds scarring his face and body, he looks around to see his team scattered and disoriented but alive and victorious. Each member looking at one another knowing that this day would be etched in their minds for all eternity. Indasoth takes her dagger and rips her flesh to give way to new blood to mark the decimation of her adversaries while letting out a scream that would drive all men into madness. The Conclave has obtained victory this day. The team of 6 gather themselves and make their way back home to the Inevitable City knowing that this is but a short lived victory. Many more battles lay ahead of them....
In the meantime back at the City, Onte the Devious Spellbinder opens the ripped pages of mystery to make her plans venturing back into the Fortress of Bastion Stairs. She lets out a wicked moan, taking pleasure in knowing that the next few days to come will bring the death and torture of those enlisted. She wallows in enjoyment that the days to follow will forge the army of Conclave into warriors of recognition....