Prolouge for Converging Powers by Vehrec, literature
Literature
Prolouge for Converging Powers
The following is a work of fanfiction. Not only are all the inhabitants of this work fictional, and their resemblances to any real people, living or dead a coincidence. Any people active looking for such need to get out more. Also, I do not own any of the characters, concepts or settings used here. Except for some of the Slayers. They are OCs, and mine to do with as I please, and none of you can judge me!
Converging Powers
Prologue: The End
It was the end of the world. Unless the men gathered here today had anything to say about it. Spirit-walkers, elementalists, daemon callers, numerologists, empaths, seers, and one very old arc
Victory 1: Thur'Abis plateau.
At the edge of the ancient basalt block that rose from the middle of the continent, a narrow defile was filled with boulders and pools of water, leaking from underground sources into the shade of the giant crack. One who looked down into the crevasse might, for a brief instant before his head was split open by an Eldar Longrifle see a Harlequin dancing from boulder to boulder, cup in left hand and a bottle in the right. Humming a tune that was just one movement in the grand cycle of the struggle against the Yngir, she skipped, somersaulted, and otherwise moved in ways impossible for a human across the rocky and