Proving Ground

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Proving Ground

Army	Raven Host
Chapter	1
Location	The Unshackled Host, Norsca
Rally Master	The Eidolon
Public Quests	Ruinous Powers
Influence	Basic	x
	Advanced	y
	Elite	z
Previous	Chaos
Next	Rite of Passage

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Proving Ground is a Raven Host chapter.

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Warriors of the Raven God, your hour has come! Go now, and show these soft men of the south the true meaning of fear!

Chieftain Skurlorg watched as his warriors charged down the hill. Behind them, the Hellcannons boomed, spewing gouts of Daemonic fire that arced down into the village below. The coward soldiers of the Empire fled in terror. The unlucky souls caught in the blast screamed as they burst into flame.

Behind the Chieftain, the Chaos Portal flickered and swirled, making an eerie, unearthly noise. A band of warriors emerged, then approached Skurlorg.

"We come to slay the enemies of the Raven God, Chieftain! Where is the battle?" said one of the Northmen.

Skurlorg sized up the group. They were strong, but untested. He wanted to see them fight before he sent them against the Empire.

"The Hellcannons hunger, and you will feed them the flesh of the boars that roam these hills, and the magic that has awakened the dead. Slaughter these creatures without mercy! If you prove yourselves worthy, I will let you join the attack on the town below."

As the warriors charged out to begin their slaughter, Skurlorg looked again toward Thorshafn. A tall tower rose above the other buildings, atop which was a lone Bright Wizard. As the Chieftain watched, the Wizard raised his arm into the air, his hand bursting into flame. With a great heave, the Wizard flung a writhing ball of flame toward the Hellcannons. It exploded against one of the Daemonic weapons and sent its crew reeling in all directions.

Skurlorg growled as the reek of sulfur and burning flesh reached his hairy nostrils.

The agonized squealing of a nearby boar mingled with the cries of the dying men of the Empire in the village below. Skurlorg smiled grimly - these were the sounds of victory. In a matter of days, the banners of the Raven God would fly over Thorshafn, the corpses of the Imperial garrison hanging below them.

As for the Wizard, he would die a slow and agonizing death. Skurlorg would see to that personally.