Battle of Arvandor

## **Description**

The battle on the forested plane of Arborea was fought amidst a diverse and stunning landscape. As the armies clashed, the air was thick with the sound of clashing swords and the roar of fierce creatures. The demonic forces had marched across the rolling hills and verdant valleys, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

The Elven Monarchs, Asalre Ashreeh, and the angelic armies of Modroh had taken up positions among the ancient groves and forests of the plane. These were some of the oldest and most beautiful forests in all of creation, with towering trees that reached up to the sky and lush undergrowth that glowed with a magical light. The Elven archers and warriors used the terrain to their advantage, taking cover behind the trees and using the natural obstacles to slow down the enemy's advance.

As the battle raged on, the terrain shifted and changed. The armies moved from the forests to the hills, where they fought amidst rocky outcroppings and sheer cliffs. The Elven Monarchs and Modroh's angels flew high above the battlefield, surveying the terrain and directing their troops with precision. They could see the enemy forces advancing across the plains, their ranks bolstered by the undead creatures that Orcus had brought with him.

The defenders of Arborea fought with all their might, using the natural beauty and power of the plane to their advantage. The forests and hills gave them cover and protection, and the magical energies that flowed through the land fueled their spells and powers. But the demonic forces were relentless, and they pushed the defenders back with wave after wave of attacks.

In the end, it was the Elves and the angels who emerged victorious, but at great cost. The demonic armies had been pushed back, but Orcus had withdrawn, retreating with his remaining forces. The defenders of Arborea knew that the war was far from over, and that they would need to remain vigilant and ready to fight. But for now, they could take solace in their victory, and in the knowledge that their strength and determination had prevailed in the face of overwhelming odds.

As the battle ended, the defenders surveyed the battlefield, their faces grim as they took stock of their losses. The forests and groves of Arborea were safe for now, but the cost had been high. The fallen Elves and angels would be mourned and remembered for their bravery and sacrifice in defending their home, and the survivors would carry on, inspired by their courage and determination in the face of adversity. However, the damage done to the terrain was significant. The demonic armies had laid waste to the land, leaving scars on the natural beauty of the plane. The defenders knew that it would take years for the forests and groves to recover, and that the battle had left a permanent mark on the land. But even in the face of this destruction, they remained steadfast in their commitment to protect and defend Arborea, and to ensure that its ancient groves and forests remained a beacon of light and hope for all who cherished the natural beauty of the world.

## **Orcus' Speech**

> Elves and their angelic kin, hear me now. Today you have won a small victory, but do not be fooled. I am Orcus, the Prince of Undeath, and I will not rest until all living things have been eradicated from existence. I am the harbinger of death and destruction, and I will not be satisfied until I have brought an end to all life in this plane and beyond.
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> You may have pushed us back, but know this: we are not defeated. We will withdraw for now, but we will return, and we will not stop until every last one of you has fallen before us. You may have won this battle, but you have not won the war. We are the demons of the abyss, and we will not be denied.
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> Know also that your precious forests and groves will not stand in our way. We will lay waste to everything in our path, and we will not stop until the entire plane is bathed in blood and fire. I will be the last creature when I am done. The cosmos will then be perfect, free of the braying abominations that are all other living things.
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> So go now, and enjoy your little victory. But know that your time is short, and your end is nigh. We will return, and we will destroy everything you hold dear. You cannot escape your fate, for we are the minions of death itself, and we will not be denied.
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