We have arrived at the walls of Eschaton, that fell citadel. Having gathered our allies, our forces, and all that which is needed to destroy our Asmodean foes -- we were ready. INside, Prince Henrik was no doubt ready for us, with Excanderix there too, and pieces of the Endless. All was guarded by those arcanomechanical soldiers and defenses.
And we stood, tens of thousands strong, ready to beat down those gates in the name of justice.
Preparation
Our plan was to attack the nearby Fort Aegon while our main force sieged Eschaton. Then, we would descend into Aegon's tunnels and infiltrate the northwestern tower called Fandell. Sigis would be accompanying us.
The scouts determined that both soldiers and refugees were inside, arcane troopers among them.
It was agreed: we would assault the main gate of Fort Aegon.
Milo and Murg, with their magical arms, removed the portcullis from its hinges. Sigis stepped through, throwing his axe -- larger than any mortal man -- to end the life of the nearest soldier.
"For Bezia!"
As we fought, we once again encountered several of Eschaton's antimagic soldiers. I looked to Theo, and we agreed that a test was necessary.
For what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? I cast a
wall of force surrounding the antimagic soldiers.
And it held! Theo and I agreed to compare notes later.
Our group cleared the rest of the streets before we converged on the soldiers caught in my
wall of force. "On my mark!" I shouted. The arrows flew as I let the magic fall. Everyone rushed into the fray.
When the dust fell, we stood victorious.
Meanwhile, the Siege
Across the Eschatonian river, our forces raged against the city's defenders. Magic, fire, and all manner of projectiles covered the skies above Eschaton in a dark haze. The din of fighting reverberated outside Aegon's walls, and from what little we could tell from afar, we had broken the gates in Eschaton as just as the vanguard did in the fort.
Undercut
Theo and Dannerick discovered that there was in fact a tunnel not too deep underneath Aegon. I asked the refugees, and they pointed us to the northernmost tower, where "suspicious deliveries" had been reported from time to time.
We found the tower, and a portal that could only be opened from the inside. Sigis complied, and we had it open.
Underneath
Murg was the first to lead, and promptly got us lost underground.
The ringing of combat aboveground, sounds of our forces fighting for their lives, eventually brought us to the right direction.
We emerged in Fandell Tower, and seeing no other path clambered upwards towards the roofs. As the battle raged on in the streets of Eschaton, we tried to make it across the top of the city towards the northern manor -- the Hyperius Citadel, where the command center would be. But Sigid and I stumbled, nearly falling off of the slanted rooftops.
The veritable legion of devils hovering above Eschaton took notice, and soon we were beset by those flying hounds of darkness.
Chaos ensued. I tried several fire spells, to no avail; Theo turned himself into a giant bipedal lizard; and Dannerick fought braver than most, even climbing up the greater demons to cut them asunder.
We won, and then continued our rush to the citadel.
Below, the Dawn Brigade overtook the Eschatonian barricades. They retreated to Kaza's Threshold, but the blood did not stop spilling. The longer we watched, the more we assessed that the fight was still in our favor.
We focused onwards, at our task in hand that would bring this fighting to a close sooner than we could imagine.
Bringing it Inside
At lizard-Theo's drop, we all dropped behind Kaza's Threshold and began our second assault on a main entrance: this one Hyperius'.
And guided by fate, Commander Dawn charged forwards with her troops. They overtook Kaza's Threshold, spurred by our attack -- "go!" she shouted, as we threw the citadel doors open. The Dawn Bridgade fortified those doors behind us, ensuring that we would be the ones to confront Prince Henrik.
Regicide
It was silent inside, the citadel having taken damage from the warfare outside. Statues of previous kings were broken or dethroned here and there, and their stony visages were solemn.
Valagryn Cayde, the Nationslayer, the gunsmith drow was the one to greet us. He was marked by the Endless, and ready for blood.
He was recalcitrant to fight, instead curious for our magical toys and tricks. But Valagryn didn't want to fight, at least not until Murg threatened the full force of Abadar.
"Gun's cocked, boys."