Category:The Final War

 The Paranormal Purge 

The triumvirate in place all that was left to do was watch the world evolve.

however the events that followed could not have been foreseen the humans always so vastly ignorant of their world and the delights and horrors that lurked within the unknown, stumbled upon an ancient relic. One which brought illumination to the darkness.

Suddenly all that was thought to be legend, myth or just plain superstition was known to those who activated the relic. Startled by their discovery they immiediately turned it in to the warhungry government of the Holy American Empire.

Fueled by the ascent of christianity into it's most evil form. The empire had spread it's influence over the entire globe, funcing third world war machines and bailing out crippled Eurasion economies.

Through this influence and new found knowledge, the empire ordered the destruction of all non human creatures in the name of human superiority and the glory of god.

The triumvirate had no option but to look on in disbelief as the humans charged in. Hellbent on the destruction of all that was different. Eradicating the lesser ones first that could not mount an adequate defence, they pushed the balance of the earth to it's very limits.

Below is a recount of some of the battles.

 2061 

 June 

 Main Colony Yorkshire Hills  

The genoceid of the gnomish people can be seen as one of the first shock and awe campaigns of the empire. Using their British connections they sanctioned the use of chemical warfare. Piping a lethal Cyanide gas through every burrow they could find, the gnomes barely had the time to create a look of terror. It was quick, merciless and efficient.

It is not known if any British Gnomes survived the genocide, but being humble farming creatures who kept the land looking beautiful, they had never adapted any offensive or defensive capabilities. Although skilled in technology it was almost exclusively agricultural.

European Gnomes are still thought to exist but in small and sparse colonies.

 2061 

 September 

 Cairo, Egypt 

The Undead, Mummies or just plain Zombies. There are many names for these vile creatures that can be created in a plethora of different ways, it's a marvel that they weren't the dominant species on the planet.

Of all the differing types which I will explain later, in this section of the war we focuse on the Egyptian Mummy. After unearting a ceremonial burial ground where it seemed a majority of important figures who didn't quite hit the status of pharoah seemed to have been grouped. The usual incantations had been done improperly and caused the soul to become corrupted.

This created the wrapped undead we now know as mummies.due to their age however they were incredibly fragile. The problem as with all the undear is that they can corrupt others. Mummies don't bite to infect like a Zombie, they hunt down and relentlessly kil. Then they will perform the same cursed incantation on the fresh corpse.

 This is an extract from RVD.Isaac Hales Memoirs 

As much as people will tell you of Egypt's rich culture and it's marvellous architecture, all I saw when I arrived was a dirty heathen infested part of hell. It seemed the same temperature anyhow.

We had been sent to investigate reports that an archeological team had gone missing three days prior in the tombs underneath Cairo. We were the closest unit having just dealt with the soul stealing Hyenas, praise the lord we were able to eradicate them before they turned the entire village populus. We cleansed them all just to be sure of course, good job our governments agreed on that one. Noone liked to hear about the purification process, so we kept it under wraps.

But I digress, back to Egypt. Having traversed our way down into the depths we almost felt stupid for thanking the lord for some shade. But he will test us every day to see if we are worthy, we knew this when we heard the screams.

We headed down the winding corridors that seemed to be drenched in shadow. People pleading to different idols and deities to save them from a horrible fate we heard a loud thud and the voices stopped, replaced by cries of anguish.

Then the chanting started, a language that none of us recognised but it's sound made us feel like lucifers grip was tightening around our eternal soul.

As we entered what must have been the burial chamber, the sights we saw were vomit inducing to say least. Most of my men held their resolve.

A creature wrapped in white linen, flesh indistinguishable from the bone and coloured a most vile black. In it's hand a colden sickle that had been plunged into the heart of one of the team members. There were rescue workers dotted around the chamber locked in wooden cages. The ones who were unlucky enough to have been chosen first bared the marks of being freshly deceased, the mummification process being well known to be excellent in the preserving of the dead. But it could not stop the dead blank look in ones eyes.

The chant had finished and the arrangements made, the newly killed became one of the horde. Unfortunately that was when we were noticed.

We are all accustomed to seeing a bullet rip apart living tissue, the blood spray and the chunks of flesh that accompany the thud. It's all become second nature to us by this point. When a bullet hits the shell of what once was it's a completely different matter. The sound of petrified bone cracking, the dust cloud that erupts and the terrifying notion that the clips you just emptied took down two maybe three at the most. These were just the lucky hits that immobilised them.

We were lucky to escape when we did. Not all of my men made it. I can still hear their screams every day, the cries as they were dragged to their doom.

God himself could never get me to go back to Cairo, even if it is categorised as cleansed.

After his report was submitted the Cairo tombs were filled with napalm and annihilated. No other tombs have been discovered. Yet.

 2062 

 The Haunted town 

Four military teams and a crack squad of clerics and still this town remains.

Ghosts exist due to a certain memory from life, be it traumatic or joyful, bonding with teh soul. This causes the soul to gain extra power which allows it to remain in the mortal realm.

Due to the wide range of memories and experiences that the human mind can be exposed to, it is usally pot luck on how strong a ghost can be. This also applies to it's moral compass.

Ghosts have the ability to turn tangible or intangible however this ability does not seem to be based off of will. More often than not the specific event or thing closely relatable to the said event can trigger the ethereal energy within the spirit.

Ghosts can change their form into different objects or beings, this gives them a terrifying destructive edge which considering they target the spirit as well as the physical form can destroy your average human two fold.

Runic magic is shown to have differing levels of success against spirits. Incapacitation is the main goal but failing that there are wards and attacks that can deter the spirit from it's advance.

The ghost town itself is assumed lost after the triumvirates proclamation however before this witnesses report that to the passerby this town looked like your classic quiet American town. People shopping and laughing, it only seemed different when you heard the screams of the military.


 * Runic magic was a mid war discovery. The holy Empire first described it as "The words of God." Scholars later discovered it's roots were spread across the history of time. From the Druids of Europe across to the sorcerers of China and all the way to the Native American Shamans.  There is no evidence that rune magic is either celestial or nefarion in nature for more information read "The Ultimate Runic guide"

After the discovery of runic magic the human extermination squads were vastly speeding up their operations. Scores of mythical yet mostly harmless creatures became mere memories as they were wiped off the planet.

The full scale wars that began would be the beginning of our downfall as a species.

 Battle of Madrid 

 Personal account of Tobias Redgard 

2070 was the year the American empires relentless drive for racial extermination started to show, as their economy was in tatters, people starving in the streets yet still blindly devoted to the cause. Propaganda machines in full swing, convincing the people that the economic strife was the work of the devils minions.

However unbeknownst to the empire the creatures of the world had been having their own meetings. For you see just because they are all of the supernatural ilk, doesn't mean they liked each other any more than we did. It was the reason the humans were able to gain so much ground, having their own wars with each other only helped end their existence.

However some banded together creating their own plans for an extermination. The humans were needed for some supernatural beings for sustenance, however at their current population they had become too much of a threat, they needed thinning out.

Led by a malevolent demon known as  Impundulu the lightning bird. Able to shapeshift to human form with the habit of gorging itself on human blood. It was a demon of the African Animal kingdom. He had an instant affinity with the Lycanthropes and other animal based paranormals, they began to create the first major engagements against the humans.

This caused much strife within the paranormal world. For instance Vampires while numerous rarely had anyone with great power in their order. A faction without a leader tends to descend towards chaos. Numerous times they attacked the demon army, some groups to overthrow the demon bird. Others to try and gain favour with the humans that just by chance they'd let them live.

The first prolific and devestating battle took place at the turn of 2075.

The Spanish capital of Madrid lay in ruins. Dragons flew overhead scorching the earth with such blase that it didn't seem even remotely difficult for them to see so many lives extinguished under their flames.

Cerberus dogs roamed the streets, sniffing for their next meal,uncaring whether it was man, woman or child. These were just some of the horrors that had descended onto this capital city once vibrant and full of history. The Humans were routed and the Holy American Empire Knew they couldn't take back the city alone.

That's where we came in. The Eurasian Army had seen it's fair share of battles but we didn't exterminate with the fervour that the Americans did, we took our time.

The economic crisis was hitting us aswell, being in americas pockets meant we suffered when she did. We were weary, looking forward to our next meal more than anything, but there we were about to enter hell on earth.

I was a mere whelp having just come out of university, I took runic magic joined with paranormal archeaology. My father rold me that the military was the only sure fire way to make money so I enlisted.

My degree made it so I go in directly as an officer but I had no clue I'd be leading a battalion of my own men so soon. I had come to know them all quite well and they were my friends as well as my soldiers. Any military commander will tell you this is a mistake and breeds familiarity but I did not care, comradery was bound to happen when you are kept together for so long.

A fireball had jsut plumed up in the dsitance the unmistakable screeching roar of a dragon erupted from within it. My men shuddered, we had all heard the stories of the great black dragon that engulfed Korea in flames and then just disappeared. Although conspiracy theorists say that the great leader accidentally nuked the whole country due to a gnome outbreak.

There was no sigh of relief when the dragon was green skinned. That would be to assume the task would be easy.

The American general towered above most with his golden runic enhanced armour, reflecting the orange devastation behind him. He spoke with an authority which would make the weakest and most cowardly follow his lead with their head held high and their chest puffed out in a show of bravado.

"God has tasked us this day! Over there is a test designed to break those who lack faith, that is not us!" He began. "We are the bringers of light and we will eradicate this darkness! We will not fail! Amen!" Excellent words for the Americans, not so much for the rest of us who secretly didn't believe.

I turned to my men to give them my own briefing. The words were nothing special but contained what needed to be said "Don't be stupid, don't be a hero and don't die."

Our army made its way into the city, I clutched my runic revolver for comfort. It wasn't designed to be used against different paranormals and usually had to be tweaked between each engagement. I made some modifications to the core runes to give it a wider appeal to what we had been briefed on.

It wasn't long before I had to put it to use. A pack of hellhouds marauded towards us from the alleyways and sidestreets surrounded us.

Runic enhancements can do so much wonders, but theres only so much stronger you can make the human body. The sounds of bone crunching and stifled yelps were all that filled our ears. MCclusky,one of the newest members of our platoon cried out "Sarge! I can't hold them off they are everywhere!" That was the last I ever saw of him, as he seemed to be swallowed up in a swarm of fire.

The hellhound attack had decimated us. We got away but a lot of my good friends didn't make it. Making our way to an abandoned apartment complex we began the fortification. It was a slapdash job but we had good kill zones, it would keep us alive for now.

I walked the hauntingly desolate hallways, often peering into some of the homes that had been hastily abandoned by the former occupants. They were now inhabited by either soldiers or pacifist supes. The brass wasn't enthralled by this and encouraged us to keep them in line with whatever force we deemed necessary. I am ashamed to say I took part in this with the vigour of the most indoctrinated follower. They were the scum of the earth that had just killed my friends. That was the only thought that went through my head at all hours of the day and night. And it was the actions that came from these thoughts or lack there of that ultimately sealed my fate.

I came across a squadron not under my command tormenting a group if witches. They were pleading with them to leave their child alone. Witches having children, whatever next I thought. Maybe it was part of their pact they had made to procreate. I didn't care. I stood there watching as they abused this child who just not have been older than five.

" He is just a pawn of Satan!" I heard a more devout soldier say. One of the witches saw me and crawled towards me. Pleading she asked me to out a stop to it,they hadn't harmed us she said. Why wouldn't they just leave them alone.

I looked at her with my supposed superiority and sneered. "What about all of the people you have hurt, the ones you are going to hurt with your unnatural magic?" I was red in the face with anger "Did you listen to their pleas? Did you spare their children?"

Twenty minutes later the child was beaten to a pulp, the witches cracked, they used their infernal magic and transported the soldiers. Apparently they said before they were executed that there were always bigger bullies out there. And these ones love fresh meat. They looked at me and named me the watcher. They would not give me the same fate as I had not joined in the attack. However due to my inaction they claimed that if that was the only thing I was good for, then for the rest of my days that is what I shall do. They told me for the rest of my nights I shall have the chance to change what the new day brings. But they would not tell me anymore.

Madrid fell two weeks later. Only a few of us escaped that hellhole. I left the military shortly after that. PTSD and the like were my cited reasons. But I couldn't be a part of the holy empire any longer.