Death of the Prime Doomsayer

Life, Achievement/ Win

On this Day the Boy King of Yarinia, Thabian Somyara, Known for his prowess in battle, leading a squad of his best fighters Fought his was through the Army of the damned to the disk upon which the Prime Doomsayer stood. Ending the war by claiming the Doomsayers head from his shoulders.

After Twenty years of fighting and his quick ascension to the thrown of Yarinia, Thabian Somyara , the bastard son of the previous king. Gathered what few troops he had before the gates of his citadel and lead a desperate attempt to break through enemy lines to get a runner to the capital of Yarinia to pass on his crown to the next in line, and to carry the message that the Army of the Damned had finally reached the boarders of Yarinia.
As his move of desperation began to gain momentum the runner had gained enough ground to break the ranks and rode off on the fastest horse they could muster. The symbol of his kingdom in a satchel on his back. The rank quickly pressed around him as his troops began to drop one by one.
"Sire?" Came the voice of his commander. The King only smiled and turned to the fight around him with a bellow.
"Fight on my men. Our courage comes from our duty to fight to the last."
The fight continued and battel weariness began to set in. He looked up as a shadow cast over him and his men. A disk of black smoke floated above them towards the citadel. Upon it stood a man clothed in a tattered black robe. His skin had gone white as parchment and his hair seemed to have gone white and was falling out in clumps. Theiban Grabbed the fasts of his armor and stripped away the protective breastplate in one move. He glanced around him his soldiers had all but fallen. "Marcos, Thlian, Boost..." He called out and the two soldiers dropping their weapons in obedience their lives forfeit in the action bent and interlocked their arms. A step and a hoist latter, Theiban was standing atop the disk. His soldiers calling out his mantra with their last breaths.
"Courage through Duty"
A swift arc of his sword and the war was at an end. The Doomsayers head was freed from his shoulders. With it the disk and his army vanished. Leaving behind a field of empty Obsidian armor, and the slaughtered dead of the Citadels garrison. The release of power crushed the wind from Thebians lungs and as he lay upon the battle field a solid chunk of onyx lay next to him big enough that two men where needed to carry it. He let out a wheezing laugh as darkness took him and he believed his last breath was that of victory