THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE
As darkness approaches the enemy forces have nearly broken through the general's defences. The men are desperately defending their last chance of survival. The Artifact of Light, held within the Ogastian fort. If the dark lord Zargoth manages to get his hands on this artifact, the remainder of General Garast's forces would be no match for Dark powers of Zargoth.
"They've broken through the first line of defence!" Is heard as a Fearful soldier retreats to take cover behind a barricade. They seamingly endless stream of enemy forces are now advancing to the final barricade. Screams of agony and fear echo against the mountains that surround the fort. The general watches in fear how the forces of evil trampel his soldiers.
Suddenly, a mysterious mist cloud comes from the east. The general fears that this may be the dark lord himself to claim the artifact. A large, black horse steps out from the mist, eyes burning like fire and smoke coming from the beast's nostrills. The rider of the horse was heavily armoured with red eyes glowing from under the horned helmet. The rider was carrying a large, blood stained sword. Swift as an eagle a gothic being decended onto the ground next to the horseman, making the ground tremble beneath him. The being had large, jagged wings with a strange glow around him and eyes burning with fury. Then out from the mist came a man with multiple arms. As he jumped onto the ground the general could feel the ground tremble. As he rose onto his feet it became clear that the creature was inhuman. Mandibles clapped as he stood alongside the other two beings. Then the ground shook and a loud noise came over the battlefield that drowned the cries of pain and agony. The ground rumbled as if the world would crack open and swallow everything on the battlefield. Then the ground broke behind the entities and another being emerged. This thing towered the battlefield and easily stood twice the length a grown man.
The entities all prepared as if they were about to attack. The general was now stunned with fear and awe. The warriors charged into the battlefield. Inhuman screams of agony were now echoing against the muontains. A trail of blood and flesh was left by these worriors. As they advanced to the fort the general was unsure if they were there to aid him or just to destroy all that lie in their path. "RETREAT!" shouted the general as the warriors were still drawing closer. As he watched his men retreat he felt liquid splashing against his face, but it was cloudless. As he wiped the liquid from his face he saw that it was dark red in colour. The warriors were now only a few feat away from the fort. The general turned around to see if everyone had made it to the fort. He turned around again and there was nothing. These entities had left as suddenly as they had came. All was silent accept for a low toned echo that now was refleced by the mountains: We aim to please!
The four horsemen of the apocalypse is a LAN based clan which were formed by a few friends who all had a passion for good music, games and lots of frags. We all live in the capital of Namibia, Windhoek.
The news page contains details about LANs we plan on holding and results of past LANs and anything else we feel like spreading around. ( We are organizing a LAN. for mor info go to the news page )
Our clan consists of four members namely:
APOCALYPSE
SPIDER