The fleet that rose from those inhuman, disgusting attempts at creating the most brutal and vile weapons were soon known as god-killers, setting fear into all who were unfortunate to go up against them on the battle field- their bodies having been transformed most powerfully, now towering beasts who's fists could topple a castle's wall. Soon the work was under way, the sorcerers experimenting on living flesh, soldiers kidnapped from or the dead risen from the grave- both were fair game to be strapped to tables and tortured with hideous attempts to make them into living weaponry, their bodies changing under the dark magic that was sent coursing through their veins. They were to create a weapon that could fight for itself, something that would be fuelled by it's own brutality and bloodlust as great as the kings own, not needing to be led by the hand of a proud knight- faster, stronger, more terrifying than anything else that walked the fields of war. ![]() While most battles were fought with pyromancies and the noble art of the sword, there was one king who sought to change the tides of war with something else, something far more beastly that none had in their arsenal- he turned to the most powerful dark wizards for the most heinous plan, tasking them with a mission that turned the blood cold of all who worked deep in the dark dungeons, all knowing their accursed work would bring a blight upon the world. The war had raged on for long most had forgotten what it was like without it, those who had once put their magic to use in the sciences now slaving away in dungeons to create new, enchanted and morbid weaponry- the horrors they knew their hands would cause haunting them for a lifetime. There was no 'winning' in a game like this, not for the knights and magic users who, for many decades, were in servitude to the sparring rulers- their lives squandered by those who'd never so much gave them a second fought, sent to die in a sea of blood. War is a cruel, brutal sport played by the powerful, a game that had ripped through once great lands like a force of nature- urged on by greed and a need to control all that played out under the sun, ruthless kings of the many realms each harnessing the darkest, most vile weaponry they could to rend great swathes of unfortunate bodies asunder.
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