Post by Varoen on Feb 26, 2010 10:31:14 GMT -8
The Bulwark. A place where heroes are made, and fools go to die thinking they will become the latter. Many encampments are set up along the front lines of a hard fought battle, to gain ground on an unyielding and seemingly unending enemy. From the most nightmarish realm of the Spirit Plane, these creatures seem to pour, throwing themselves daily at the besieged defenders of their failing homeland. The soldiers come from the Burning Legion, the Earth Kingdom, and even the Western Air Temple. Many mercenaries have come as well, all looking to defend the world and perhaps make a claim on glory. But the body count is mounting, and the demons show no sign of giving up. How many lives will be wasted in a what, for the moment, seems a fruitless effort? And what is the prize? To gain land broken and blistered beyond the hope of seeing life for perhaps one hundred years, if at all? For them, it is more. It is to keep friends, family, lovers, and even to hate your enemy another day that these brave and gallant defenders hold the line. Together they are The Bulwark; our shield from the demons of the spirit realm, our torch against the darkness, and they will not bow in the face of such great evil.
