The lore of Evorath.
Continued from The Fight Continues. Ulagret could feel his hands shaking as he looked up at the arch demon. He had heard plenty of stories, tales of terror about these treacherous tyrants; none of them did justice. This particular arch demon had to be over twelve meters tall, with a wingspan of about equivalent size. …
Continued from The Battle Begins. Ulagret gasped for air as he pulled himself out from under the large demon. Wiggling his sword, he was able to pull it out of the demon’s eye socket, crimson blood covering the blade. All around him, he could see his allies fighting against the demons, spears, sword, axe, and …
Continued from No Rest for the Weary. Ulagret shifted uncomfortably, closely examining one of his arrows before notching it in his shoddy longbow. The obsidian arrowhead was crudely made, and if there was more time he would go about making sure that all of his arrows were better crafted. Unfortunately, the army was operating as …
Continued from Preparing for War. Ulagret, Innap, another satyr, a couple of felite, and a centaur all sat around a large tree stump –well the centaur stood- laughing as the morning hour approached. The waxing moon was still in the sky, and with so many trees cleared away it was easy to see the many …
The sky was dark, the moon covered by thick clouds, allowing only traces of light to seep through the tall trees of Erathal Forest. All of the sentient races had gathered near one of the central lakes in the forest, setting up a series of dugouts and fortifying their position. Things were not looking good, …
