Andrilison

The Battle of the Black Water

Gen landed into a roll on the deck. Demons crawled around the deck as he got up. He charged into the group with his spear ready. Monks jumped onto the ship and the battle had started. Gen stabbed his spear into one of the demons. It dissolved in a black mist. Monks slashed out with their own weapons of light. More mist clouds engulfed the ship. After a few minutes of combat the mist cleared. In the aftermath of the first ships takeover bodies and black ash lay on the decks. Elsewhere more fighting was taking on the ships.

Gen ran down to the lower deck of the ship. With his spear he cut the chains of the human rowing slaves. He told them to get on his ships and wait for the battle to end.

Followed by his group Gen jumped ship and joined another takeover. Over a few hours Gen and the monks overwhelmed the demons and eventually the black mist settled over the battlefield. A cheer erupted, victory.

The monks celebrated and mourned over the losses of their brothers but beyond that spirits were high. Gen brushed aside his hair as he took off his helmet. He smiled and joined in the cheering.

"Gen..." someone murmured.

Gen turned to the voice in query. That was when he noticed.

The sea was rolling against the ships. An ocean of once beautiful blue water was turning darker and darker. Bubbles started to appear and a rushing sound filled the air drowning out the cheers.

More ships burst from the water. Demons snarled on the decks bidding for blood.

Gen put back on his helmet. "We had thought the battle won, apparently Golmatoth thought otherwise. We've come to far to lose now. Anyway, it's only a few more ships.

Just like before Gen and the monks jumped onto the ships and into the fray. As the battle raged on and more ships were taken over and left more appeared. "They're never ending!" A monk called to Gen. Morale was slowly draining. Yet they still fought on against the never ending hordes. Cutting down the last demon on the ship Gen looked around at the other ships. In the distance waves cutting through the water.

"Ice Warlocks." He called out, "Look like we have help."

As Gen charged into the demons the blue cloaked men slid through the gaps on ice. Flipping and dodging, spikes and shards shot from the sea attacking the demons and ships. One of them, seemingly the leader slipped up the side of one of the ships and landed next to Gen.

"Hello." he said in a gruff voice. His cloaked was woven with gold and his eyes glowed an icy blue. 

"We're glad you're here, they keep on coming and we need all the help we can get." Gen said happily.

"You'll find that won't be an issue for much longer."

The wizard jumped off of the ship and called out, "On me!" All of the warlocks stopped their fighting and congregated on the leader. Together they slid across the surface of the black water freezing it as they went. The water portal was frozen solid with ice feet thick. The ship stopped coming.

In Vitrea the same had happened. The ship sank down into the portal but were cu in half by the ice. The assault had stopped.

The Battle of the Black Water was won.