Psycho called to his troops to turn their focus on Kefka.Kefka was here in front of the mob calling out taunts and literally vaporizing the crowd around him from time to time. The mob had weakened him and his forces were all but bodies in the streets, yet Kefka continued to fight. When the Order bore down upon Kefka the main goal was to allow no escape. Even some of the people that had been attacking radiant heart members saw that Kefka was a shell of his former self, this was not a mad man but a flesh and blood human being just like them, and that guy was about to get killed in front of everyone.
Psycho knew it must be him to slay Lord Kefka here before the crowd of witnesses. Psycho reached out an landed the final killing blow to Kefka for himself. With the final slash dealt Kefka let loose a loud howl that was said to echo in the dark clouds. Kefka's Forces were no more. They vanished with the fading of the bright light that passed over the crowd with the slaying of their general. Order had been restored to the city of Westbridge and things could return to a simpler less oppressive time for the people of the cultural mecca. It would take a lot of time and effort to erase the pain that vector had carved into the faces and hearts of the people of Westbridge. But everyone could breathe a sigh of relief as things would get easier without the Vectorian force terrorizing the people of Westbridge.
Original's other team had not been successful in locating the Door that the scroll had detailed. They would now have to wait until the scroll had been fully translated before they might be able to understand how they might be able to Open the door. Maybe the Scroll might even tell them more of what lay beyond the door. They would return, next time with more muscle.
Kefkabridge no more
Westbridge had a strong energy that hung in the air the days leading up to the Battle. The clan had banded together stronger than ever and had rallied at the hall to tell tales of adventure and debrief their fellow brother about what they had heard about the invading force. The Order was Not only going to to show up and Defend the free people of Westbridge they would lead the attack.
Psycho had indeed led his troops into battle when Invasion Day came. Zekai, Marlo Variable, Psycho , Crovax, Sliver, Kaster and Lynk all defended and pushed the Vectorian lines back. Original had led a second team of wizards, Galactus, Nydia, and Sangraal down below the city to investigate another finding. Vorcet's information to enter through the west was indeed valuable. As the masses clogged up the north gate and market square the Order entered through the west gate and began cleaning the South and East gates of all Vectorian reinforcements.
After 20 minutes The Order had racked up more Vectorian bodies than the streets could handle and the Vectorian forces were quickly overrun by the flood of Auxiliary Radiant Heart Members. The fighting left many dead on both sides, but the tides of war had turned in the favor of the invading force.
Psycho had indeed led his troops into battle when Invasion Day came. Zekai, Marlo Variable, Psycho , Crovax, Sliver, Kaster and Lynk all defended and pushed the Vectorian lines back. Original had led a second team of wizards, Galactus, Nydia, and Sangraal down below the city to investigate another finding. Vorcet's information to enter through the west was indeed valuable. As the masses clogged up the north gate and market square the Order entered through the west gate and began cleaning the South and East gates of all Vectorian reinforcements.
After 20 minutes The Order had racked up more Vectorian bodies than the streets could handle and the Vectorian forces were quickly overrun by the flood of Auxiliary Radiant Heart Members. The fighting left many dead on both sides, but the tides of war had turned in the favor of the invading force.
Aftermath
Vorcet Looked around at the carnage. The death and destruction that visited the city. It was worth it. He leaned down and closed the eyes of a defender and placed platinum coins over its eyes. Hopefully platinum would buy a better way accross the river than gold. Kefka had put up a fight, almost godlike in his power. Vorcet doubted that it would be the last anyone had seen of the lord of the vectorian lands. He may have been insane but he was far from stupid.
The ruins of the west gate of westbridge lay in the distance, a testament to Vorcets work there. There were several boddies on the wall with holes in their sides along that wall, along with the smoking ruin that was the gate mechanism. Liberators flooded the city, rounding up all of the remaining vectorian troops and killing them or restraining them.
Vorcet made his way to the western gate tower. No defenders were present due to his work. Vorcet sat in the middle of the floor and began to chant. He focussed on his likeness before the invasion and set the image in his mind. it was a clear picture due to his two centuries of life. When Vorcet let loose the power of his spell it slammed into his body beginning to return it to his origional shape.
Vorcet whimpered in pain as his bones snapped and re-shaped themselves as the spell ripped its way through his body. Blessed blackness closed over him as he slipped into unconciousness, still thrashing with the changes. The last thougt he had was for Talos to give him the strength he needed before he succumbed to the darkness and the dreams.
The ruins of the west gate of westbridge lay in the distance, a testament to Vorcets work there. There were several boddies on the wall with holes in their sides along that wall, along with the smoking ruin that was the gate mechanism. Liberators flooded the city, rounding up all of the remaining vectorian troops and killing them or restraining them.
Vorcet made his way to the western gate tower. No defenders were present due to his work. Vorcet sat in the middle of the floor and began to chant. He focussed on his likeness before the invasion and set the image in his mind. it was a clear picture due to his two centuries of life. When Vorcet let loose the power of his spell it slammed into his body beginning to return it to his origional shape.
Vorcet whimpered in pain as his bones snapped and re-shaped themselves as the spell ripped its way through his body. Blessed blackness closed over him as he slipped into unconciousness, still thrashing with the changes. The last thougt he had was for Talos to give him the strength he needed before he succumbed to the darkness and the dreams.
The Invasion of Westbridge
The reinforcement forces of Vector marched into Kefkaburg, or as Ror preferred it, Westbridge. Fairly quickly a suited Kefka took position on Market Square. The invading forces began their offensive not too long after that to liberate Westbridge once and for all of Vector.
In the streets beyond Market Square, Vectorian and Radiant Heart reinforcement troops were battling it out. The streets turned red and above the sound of battle the lunatic cackle of Kefka rose each time a life was ended by disintegration, Kefka was in joy, 'You're all dead anyway, better sooner than later, yes?' he cackled.
Ror observed the scene from a distance. Grinding his teeth, he was forced to watch but not to act. He had his orders, sour orders. He knew the official stance of the TriPower and this was not his fight... Stay away Ror.
Watching Kefka's every move and the familiar faces of various clans battle it out. Ror shook his head in disbelieve. He had heard the stories of Kefka's insanity, but even those were mild. Kefka's behaviour seemed unreal. Even the Long Death had more respect for the circle of life and death than this guy.
Waiting and watching was all Ror could do. And as time went by, it became harder to obey his orders. Frowning, he thought back to Alsin's words. That when the time came the leaders would show themselves and lead. This was not the time for thoughtless action. He refused to disobey previous orders, but Ror could not help but notice that he stood there alone.
'I'm a god! I'm all-powerful! Uwee-hee-hee...' yelled Kefka as he cast one gruesome spell after another. How many had died for those powers Kefka so greedily spilled today? wondered Ror.
The more Ror witnessed the more his mask of calm broke down, until eventually only anger fueled by internal rage was left. Ror's knuckles turned white from clenching down on the railing in front of him.
Then Kefka went down.
Ror had seen enough. He let go of the railing, turned and walked away. Behind him the metal railing distorted where his hands had been.
In the streets beyond Market Square, Vectorian and Radiant Heart reinforcement troops were battling it out. The streets turned red and above the sound of battle the lunatic cackle of Kefka rose each time a life was ended by disintegration, Kefka was in joy, 'You're all dead anyway, better sooner than later, yes?' he cackled.
Ror observed the scene from a distance. Grinding his teeth, he was forced to watch but not to act. He had his orders, sour orders. He knew the official stance of the TriPower and this was not his fight... Stay away Ror.
Watching Kefka's every move and the familiar faces of various clans battle it out. Ror shook his head in disbelieve. He had heard the stories of Kefka's insanity, but even those were mild. Kefka's behaviour seemed unreal. Even the Long Death had more respect for the circle of life and death than this guy.
Waiting and watching was all Ror could do. And as time went by, it became harder to obey his orders. Frowning, he thought back to Alsin's words. That when the time came the leaders would show themselves and lead. This was not the time for thoughtless action. He refused to disobey previous orders, but Ror could not help but notice that he stood there alone.
'I'm a god! I'm all-powerful! Uwee-hee-hee...' yelled Kefka as he cast one gruesome spell after another. How many had died for those powers Kefka so greedily spilled today? wondered Ror.
The more Ror witnessed the more his mask of calm broke down, until eventually only anger fueled by internal rage was left. Ror's knuckles turned white from clenching down on the railing in front of him.
Then Kefka went down.
Ror had seen enough. He let go of the railing, turned and walked away. Behind him the metal railing distorted where his hands had been.
Preparations
The night was dark, the cloudy sky blocking out even the two moons' light. Vorcet walked the wall checking in on the guards. The result of him having captured himself. He could just make out the outline of the corpse still hanging from a pike on the wall, a warning to other would be attackers.
Vorcet inspected the walls looking for weak points as this was now his charge. THe defense of the west wall, Vorcet was still unsure how that had fallen together so nicely. Vorcet stopped in one of the guard towers. The guards were up top watching for what apeared was an impending invasion.
Vorcet pulled a scrap of parchment from his armor and pulled a quil from an inkwell on the table. He thought for a moment and set quil to parchment and began laying out instructions.
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To Whom it may concern:
Token forces on the other gates. Bring invasion force through the west. I will be waiting.
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Vorcet whispered a short arcane phrase and a small imp apeared in front of him. "Bring this to a member of the Radiant Heart. I believe her name is SLiver. If Im not mistaken she will be hard to miss."
The imp slipped out the window and down the wall like a shadow, taking to the woods that pressed up against the west side of westbridge. Vorcet walked up the stairs to the roof of the tower to where two guards stood watching.
"Anything to report?" He asked the two guards that would soon find themselves the unfortunate recipients of daggers in the ribs. "Some movement but no sign of attack Is'Kal." One of the two replied. "Keep your eyes open. Their numbers have been increasing of late." Vorcet stated as he made his way back to the stairs on his way to ensure the proper operation of the gates.
Vorcet inspected the walls looking for weak points as this was now his charge. THe defense of the west wall, Vorcet was still unsure how that had fallen together so nicely. Vorcet stopped in one of the guard towers. The guards were up top watching for what apeared was an impending invasion.
Vorcet pulled a scrap of parchment from his armor and pulled a quil from an inkwell on the table. He thought for a moment and set quil to parchment and began laying out instructions.
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To Whom it may concern:
Token forces on the other gates. Bring invasion force through the west. I will be waiting.
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Vorcet whispered a short arcane phrase and a small imp apeared in front of him. "Bring this to a member of the Radiant Heart. I believe her name is SLiver. If Im not mistaken she will be hard to miss."
The imp slipped out the window and down the wall like a shadow, taking to the woods that pressed up against the west side of westbridge. Vorcet walked up the stairs to the roof of the tower to where two guards stood watching.
"Anything to report?" He asked the two guards that would soon find themselves the unfortunate recipients of daggers in the ribs. "Some movement but no sign of attack Is'Kal." One of the two replied. "Keep your eyes open. Their numbers have been increasing of late." Vorcet stated as he made his way back to the stairs on his way to ensure the proper operation of the gates.
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