Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

The conquest of the world above had been moving in the shadows for quite some time. For decades it had been waged where no one saw it, outposts would go dark, wars would be started when an attack happened with seemingly no source. Slowly but surely the kingdoms of men had been forced to extend their armies further and further, to anyone who was observing the pattern on a map it would seem almost random, the way the attacks occurred and new hot spots sprung up... but then most maps didn't show the most important part. It was the caves after all, so few humans realized just how extensive the cavern systems beneath their feet were, how widely spread they were, how far they reached, and just where they surfaced. These larger openings into the ground were now far from any source of power that might otherwise attempt to stem the tide of the Quwrath, or as they were known in their own tongue... the people. It had started a few years ago, The People had erupted from the caverns in which they lived in several remote locations, smaller kingdoms went silent as their cities, towns, and villages were over run almost instantly, they just couldn't stem the tide. Those smaller kingdoms had been established as beachheads, powerful magics and strength of arms warding off any of the few people who attempted to reach them, native populations enslaved and broken, the world would belong to The People as it was meant to, as it always should have. Long ago Humans might have been ready for them, countless centuries ago humans had known of the People and planned for their eventual return, told stories of the horrors they would unleash upon the world. The People had only been driven back through luck in the first place, driven deep into the Earth by humans who thought they were entirely extinct or at least close too it... but in time facts had become legends and myths, The People were considered boogey men... monsters that had never been real in the first place... and now Humans would pay for their arrogance. Bases of power had been consolidated, larger armies gathered and now the time was right to strike at the larger kingdoms, The People would take out centers of human power and fracture any alliances that might otherwise exist between the humans and prevent the repeat of the defeat that had occurred once before. High Archon Isilmorte had been given control of one of the strike forces, an entire army tasked with taking control of a stratigically important capital city of a very powerful kingdom, a kingdom with the bulk of its army far away dealing with uprisings in villages and skirmishes on the boarders. He stood at the edge of a tunnel that entered the city beneath its high walls, on the edge of the palace, the only thing that could be seen of him from outside that tunnel as the glow of his eyes, the rest of his large and powerful body wrapped in a cloak and his favored slave at his side, taken from the last kingdom that he had conquered and standing unflinching as the tentacles hanging from her face stroked across her shoulders and her own face, lightly teasing her for now, lust could be slacken on his enslaved princess later but for now he had to focus on the immediate. Then, at the predetermined time it occurred, for a moment Isilmorte could feel the surge of magic as his forces outside the city struck, then came the crash and shake of the blasts crashing against the walls. Screams of panic occurring a moment later as people began to run to and fro, the night was early enough that people were on the streets still. Only when the panic and chaos reached a noticeable peak Isilmorte chose to move. Striding with head held high, nearly seven feet tall he led an elite strike force deep into the city, heading for the castle which held the royal family. The others of the strike force would do away with the royal family and their guards but he had a different target in mind, he wanted to enslave another princess, only the Most Powerful of the people were permited to personally own slaves, to own more then one was a great sign of status and two Humans of royal blood would be an excellent prize indeed. Beneath the tentacles his thin lips spread into a grin, small needle like teeth exposed by the movement.