The Dread War
The war with the Dread began about 10years ago. Beasts and natural animals turned against man as their eyes glowed red. It started in the hamlets, towns, and villages with Refugees flooding to the nearby cities. At first they could be herded into accommodating places, but more recently, hastily assembled camps. City guards were called away in larger and larger numbers, and less and less airships were seen in the skies.
Ark Stronghold was attacked and overtaken by these beasts. Thousands of wounded and dead soldiers were brought inside the city walls. Retreating soldiers began to build hasty battle line entrenchments outside the walls. Rumors of a great unkillable demon leading these “dread” in the Ark battle were spreading through the city like wildfire. Soldiers were set to the streets to enforce a curfew on the town. Eventually the attack came to the major cities. And even Rabanastre, the city proper, was attacked by dread on what became known as The Last Day.
Soldiers were running every which way and in the distance, an unnatural thunder could be heard. The walls being bombarded. Spells exploding and a distant, unholy screeching like a queasy wind howling far off. The advancing Dread army had reached the city walls and was pressing their attack mercilessly. The Ivalice navy was able to assist the edges of the battle lines, funneling most of the dread towards the eastern wall, which for now was holding. The dread were however also using flyers to drop more dread throughout the city. Throughout the day they cut down dozens of the dark creatures, though the fear in the city seemed to be drawing a more and more aggressive assault as the day of chaos went on. By midnight, the dread had breached the eastern wall. Peppers construction had held, but the dread had the advantage of numbers. The sheer number of bodies piling up outside the wall had eventually given the dread a ramp right over it. Elite guards continued to fight on the wall itself, though street to street fighting had begun by morning, with little to no rest having been had by the defenders.
Just after sunlight revealed the dire situation in the city and the defenders morale reached a critical routing point, a ray of reinforcement appeared from Pepper’s laboratory. The chief engineer had been working frantically throughout the night to finalize her trump card. Hundreds of mechanized fighting machines poured out from Rabanastres central tower flowing through the streets with the precision only a machine could have. Supported by aerial variants and the rallied morale of the Rabanastre army, the dread were pushed back almost to the wall itself. It was, however, at this point that the rumored Dread lord chose to show himself. An explosion rocked the wall in the north eastern quadrant of the city and four enormous flaming hounds decimated the remaining resistance in that area of the city. In the command tent, Tychus had been taking reports all morning and directing the remaining resistance. The first of the hounds had been finally stopped near the bridge by the mechanized warriors. The second however had been spotted charging towards the command tent from the north. The end of the War came with a beam of red energy reaching to the heavens. In the center of the command tent, the Dread lord was dead, his head separated from his body, a gaping hole in the roof of the tent where the energy spike had shot through. And in front of the demon, on his knees with two blades through his chest knelt his father. The dread had apparently retreated after their demon lord had fallen. Scattered, run down, falling back all over the nation. Scattered, confused reports were coming in of the redness gone in creatures. Organized packs scattering and confused, no longer able to stand up to even peasants with pitchforks. People coming out of hiding, food supplies dwindling, the military decimated, cities in ruin, most of the council dead. Reports from all over the world coming in of similar occurrences wherever dread had been seen. The world had seemingly won the war, but at what cost? And is it truly over?
Soldiers were running every which way and in the distance, an unnatural thunder could be heard. The walls being bombarded. Spells exploding and a distant, unholy screeching like a queasy wind howling far off. The advancing Dread army had reached the city walls and was pressing their attack mercilessly. The Ivalice navy was able to assist the edges of the battle lines, funneling most of the dread towards the eastern wall, which for now was holding. The dread were however also using flyers to drop more dread throughout the city. Throughout the day they cut down dozens of the dark creatures, though the fear in the city seemed to be drawing a more and more aggressive assault as the day of chaos went on. By midnight, the dread had breached the eastern wall. Peppers construction had held, but the dread had the advantage of numbers. The sheer number of bodies piling up outside the wall had eventually given the dread a ramp right over it. Elite guards continued to fight on the wall itself, though street to street fighting had begun by morning, with little to no rest having been had by the defenders.
Just after sunlight revealed the dire situation in the city and the defenders morale reached a critical routing point, a ray of reinforcement appeared from Pepper’s laboratory. The chief engineer had been working frantically throughout the night to finalize her trump card. Hundreds of mechanized fighting machines poured out from Rabanastres central tower flowing through the streets with the precision only a machine could have. Supported by aerial variants and the rallied morale of the Rabanastre army, the dread were pushed back almost to the wall itself. It was, however, at this point that the rumored Dread lord chose to show himself. An explosion rocked the wall in the north eastern quadrant of the city and four enormous flaming hounds decimated the remaining resistance in that area of the city. In the command tent, Tychus had been taking reports all morning and directing the remaining resistance. The first of the hounds had been finally stopped near the bridge by the mechanized warriors. The second however had been spotted charging towards the command tent from the north. The end of the War came with a beam of red energy reaching to the heavens. In the center of the command tent, the Dread lord was dead, his head separated from his body, a gaping hole in the roof of the tent where the energy spike had shot through. And in front of the demon, on his knees with two blades through his chest knelt his father. The dread had apparently retreated after their demon lord had fallen. Scattered, run down, falling back all over the nation. Scattered, confused reports were coming in of the redness gone in creatures. Organized packs scattering and confused, no longer able to stand up to even peasants with pitchforks. People coming out of hiding, food supplies dwindling, the military decimated, cities in ruin, most of the council dead. Reports from all over the world coming in of similar occurrences wherever dread had been seen. The world had seemingly won the war, but at what cost? And is it truly over?
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