Prologue
The Museum of Brez was quiet at night. Except for the feet of the security guards, all Brezan Olgogs in heavy leather combat boots, tromping along the hallways, it was silent. The Brezans were all on their guard of course, it had only been weeks since the Museum was attacked by gangs of looters. The damage was mostly fixed, with a few walls plastered over and in need of a good paint job.
All of the guards were battle hardened, these Olgogs were no weekend warriors, they had all served in the Great Northern Army, and bled at the Siege of Thomasville. This gig was supposed to be a reward, a bit of paid retirement as it were. And except for that one night when the looters attacked, it had been relaxing as security gigs go.
Bartom Odd-eyes was a Brezan, born and raised. His family had been killed off by King Blood Og the first, and his street block in the hands of King Blood Og II’s gang. Bartom didn’t care though. He lost all taste for revenge when he joined Gul’al’s crusade against the Earthers. At Simonsburg, Thomasville and in the desert, he had seen the worst of his people, and was just done with it all.
As Bartom’s patrol took him past the hall containing the statue of Rapi’og and the Mirror Crystal, he was too deep in thought to notice the glimmer. A small piece of stone had flaked away, revealing a small hole in the mirror crystal underneath. Bartom turned just as he saw the flash of light as an Earther youth and a pair of Olgogs appeared. The guard instantly recognized the Olgogs armor as that of the Kalokians, and moved to yell out an alert.
The young Earther simply raised a hand, and Bartom felt as if he could not talk. His muscles were locked, and his breath even held in his chest.
The young man walked up so he was eye to eye with the big Brezan and said, “Hello good ser, I am Dominic, and I would like to offer you a deal. You join my Kalokian Army, and I will grant you whatever you desire…do not worry, you may speak now.”
“Whatever I desire eh?” asked Bartom, knowing it was too good to be true. But in that moment the posession of his body lessened, and Bartom took his moment instead and began to yell, “Alarum, Threat, Danger, Kalok Demons in the museum!!!”
Sir Dominic from the Mirror Crystal, soul-taker and demon knight of Kalok, simply closed his hand and the Brezan was engulfed in hell-fire. The infernal greenish flames cooked away at the screaming Brezan, while Dominic Demonknight watched with nearly religious joy. He knew that Kalok would enjoy the screams of the dying in fire as the highest form of prayer.
Dominic looked at the pile of ash with a gleeful smile, “You should have taken the deal. Praise be to Kalok.”
One of his kalokian guard asked him, “Sir Dominic, it will only be a matter of time until more guards come. Should we initiate the release of the fleet as Lord Lalder commands?”
“Not yet,” Dominic said, “The Prophet Kolgol, blessed Host of Kalok, has given me more important directions. We are heading south, to the lands of Tla’loc’al. In this timeline Mt. Rhug has been trapped outside of this dimension, and our fellow Kalokians need our help.
Be proud, my gogs, we will be freeing Kalok’s Avatar in this timeline. Praise be to Kalok.”
“Praise be to Kalok,” they repeated.
The trio left the Museum, and it would not be until the next day that the Brezans really knew what happened. Word got to the UtR high council, word that Kalokian demons are coming through the Mirror crystal and have already escaped into the Goblin Lands.
Some could not help but wonder, if they had acted when Witch first told them about this danger, instead of waiting and bickering, could they have stopped this.
The Battle
Days later, Sir Dominic Demonknight and his Kalokians had arrived at the mountain pass overlooking where Mt. Rhug once stood. In the sky in the distance they could see the Flying Fortress that sealed away Mt. Rhug. On the ground, however Sir Dominic could see an army bearing flags of the Yyan Empire and the Warmonger Cult. The army of giants dragged a pair of massive Artillery pieces behind them. It seemed these servants of Warmonger were preparing to attack the Flying Fortress. Dominic Demonknight wondered, had fate aligned to allow him the perfect distraction to free his master?
The True Front of Warmonger
The UtR leaders, and all other leaders in the Goblin Lands have received word from the Der’al collective that an army of Neliff and Yyan Giants have marched into the Tla’loc’alan mountains to reach the old site of Mt. Rhug. The Der’al Collective warnings include troop numbers, their expected day of attack, and their planned assault on the Flying Fortress binding Mt. Rhug.
The Der’al Collective have proclaimed their neutrality in this matter, but the warning has given the UtR and others time to mobilize against this intense threat. The DC have advised the Neliff and Yyan wish to capture and convert all the Kalokians and Ka Rhug members into servants of Warmonger.
The Army includes an unknown number of Neliff, one hundred Yyan Empire Giant Soldiers armed with Magi Cannons, and two Hellforged Artillery Pieces (S.A.R. 30) designed to crack the Flying Fortress right open.
The True Front of Kalok
Escape is paramount to the Kalokians and their leader. If they can get the Avatar of Kalok out into the world of Refuge, he can use his powers to raise an army. Their plans are unknown, but there are rumors that the Kalokians are excited to face the Warmonger Cult in battle. It may just be an elaborate ruse, where the Kalokians will use the distractions of the battle to help their master sneak out of the Hell dimension of Mt. Rhug.
Inside Mt. Rhug they do not know of Dominic Demonknight’s actions on the outside, but they are expecting help from the mirror crystal timeline.