Txupass and Aaron2020 Vs. Arch-Ruin
Posted: 16 Jan 2026, 08:58
In the shadows of the dawn of January 16, 2026, across the vast lands of My Lands, a legend forged in steel and black gems was born.
On a gray day, like any other in the world of My Lands, Governor Txupass, a cunning and youthful suzerain, was summoned by the court’s sorcerers. They suspected that a dreadful curse had risen in a nearby realm, a colossal fortress of ancient stone guarded by infernal hordes.
Txupass, with hawk-like eyes and the heart of an explorer, sent his brave scout into the hostile kingdom to find out what shadow was approaching from the east.
The scout’s heart froze at the dark power that met his gaze. The arch-ruin stood tall and terrible, its black walls oozing ancient, dark power, daring mortals to claim its hidden treasures. Without rest, the scout rode back to warn the entire realm of the looming doom.
Upon hearing this, Txupass tried to contact his allied rulers, but the darkness of night and the fog prevented the message from arriving in time.
Aaron2022, the legendary leader of the CZ&SK clan, a battle-scarred titan from a thousand wars, felt the cold sting of an ancient evil threatening a member of his clan. He summoned his war scrolls, which warned him of the great danger facing young Txupass. In the dim light of dawn, he calculated the fate of the battle with his sorcerers: “It is possible!” he roared. “We shall march with Txupass to victory!”
At dawn, under a sky choked by storm clouds swollen with lightning, the armies of Txupass and Aaron2020 assembled before the cursed ruins of Amgorm. The air reeked of iron and ozone; every warrior felt the ground tremble beneath the weight of what was to come.
Across the valley, the darkness seethed a monstrous tide of chaos. Giant Collectors lumbered forward like living fortresses, Iron Golems swung axes that burned red-hot, and waves of Fighting Orcs howled bloodlust into the wind. Above them, Fiery Gargoyles twisted through the air in furious spirals, while restless ghosts and vengeful spirits drifted low, whispering curses that made mortal hearts quake.
Unfazed, Txupass raised his banner, the sigil of a rising phoenix gleaming with defiance. His voice cut through the storm. The army reshaped itself into a great crescent formation, a living wall of will and steel. In the center, the porters locked shields and braced for impact, their eyes set like iron. Behind them, resurrectors chanted forbidden hymns that called the souls of fallen comrades back to the world of flesh. Along the ridges, archers nocked their arrows of light, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Hidden in shadow, the cavalry crouched behind the ridge—silent thunder preparing to descend. Above all, Pegasus circled the skies, its wings scattering sparks of lightning.
Then Aaron2020 lifted his staff high, and a column of green fire roared upward, painting the clouds in emerald fury. It was the signal.
From the heavens, the first blow descended. The fliers of Txupass dove as one, hurling torrents of flame that clashed against the Gargoyles’ infernal breath. The archers followed, unleashing an enchanted volley that glowed like a meteor storm. Arrows pierced through phantasms, cutting through mist and magic alike, and for the first time in centuries, the undead screamed.The valley erupted. Orcs bellowed war cries and charged, their hammers breaking the earth beneath them.
Txupass raised his sword and shouted the order: “Iron Wall!”.
The front line answered with a roar, shields interlocking as blows rained upon them like hail. From behind, the resurrectors’ chants swelled; new hands, ghostly, spectral, loyal...rose to strengthen the line.
Then came Aaron2020’s counterstroke. With a single command, he unleashed the cavalry. Horses erupted from the mist, hooves pounding like drums of destiny. Lances lowered, banners streamed, and they struck the enemy’s heart with the fury of a collapsing mountain. Gargoyles shattered to stone and dust. The Collector ranks crumbled beneath steel and spellfire. Around them, rings of emerald flame consumed the trapped spirits, binding them into ash and silence.
At the center of the ruined citadel, as lightning split the tower of Amgorm in half, the two commanders found themselves back-to-back. Before them loomed the Warlord of Shadows, a creature born of fear and remnant souls. Its sword was made of screams, its eyes twin voids of unending night.
Together, Txupass and Aaron2020 lifted their weapons, a blade of divine light and a staff of witchfire. Their powers intertwined: a storm of silver and green flame coiled outward, tearing through the beast and shattering its essence into a thousand burning fragments. The sky itself seemed to exhale.
Silence. Then the wind carried the sound of shields striking shields, a rhythm that grew until the entire valley vibrated with triumph. Warriors lifted their weapons toward the darkened heavens as both commanders, faces blackened by ash, armor cracked and gleaming, raised their eyes to the scarlet dawn. “Amgorm is defeated!” they cried in one voice, heavy with victory and loss alike.
Across the battered field, every surviving soul echoed the call.
“Victory!” roared the hordes,
and the storm above them finally broke into rain, washing the blood, but not the glory, from the earth.
The arch-ruin crumbled with a thunderous crash that shook the realms from east to west.
The warriors of CZ&SK, led by Aaron2022 and Txupass, claimed the legendary black gems, engraving their names forever in the annals of My Lands.
That dawn, they did more than destroy a ruin, they wrote a hymn of brotherhood and conquest that would inspire distant clans.
On a gray day, like any other in the world of My Lands, Governor Txupass, a cunning and youthful suzerain, was summoned by the court’s sorcerers. They suspected that a dreadful curse had risen in a nearby realm, a colossal fortress of ancient stone guarded by infernal hordes.
Txupass, with hawk-like eyes and the heart of an explorer, sent his brave scout into the hostile kingdom to find out what shadow was approaching from the east.
The scout’s heart froze at the dark power that met his gaze. The arch-ruin stood tall and terrible, its black walls oozing ancient, dark power, daring mortals to claim its hidden treasures. Without rest, the scout rode back to warn the entire realm of the looming doom.
Upon hearing this, Txupass tried to contact his allied rulers, but the darkness of night and the fog prevented the message from arriving in time.
Aaron2022, the legendary leader of the CZ&SK clan, a battle-scarred titan from a thousand wars, felt the cold sting of an ancient evil threatening a member of his clan. He summoned his war scrolls, which warned him of the great danger facing young Txupass. In the dim light of dawn, he calculated the fate of the battle with his sorcerers: “It is possible!” he roared. “We shall march with Txupass to victory!”
At dawn, under a sky choked by storm clouds swollen with lightning, the armies of Txupass and Aaron2020 assembled before the cursed ruins of Amgorm. The air reeked of iron and ozone; every warrior felt the ground tremble beneath the weight of what was to come.
Across the valley, the darkness seethed a monstrous tide of chaos. Giant Collectors lumbered forward like living fortresses, Iron Golems swung axes that burned red-hot, and waves of Fighting Orcs howled bloodlust into the wind. Above them, Fiery Gargoyles twisted through the air in furious spirals, while restless ghosts and vengeful spirits drifted low, whispering curses that made mortal hearts quake.
Unfazed, Txupass raised his banner, the sigil of a rising phoenix gleaming with defiance. His voice cut through the storm. The army reshaped itself into a great crescent formation, a living wall of will and steel. In the center, the porters locked shields and braced for impact, their eyes set like iron. Behind them, resurrectors chanted forbidden hymns that called the souls of fallen comrades back to the world of flesh. Along the ridges, archers nocked their arrows of light, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Hidden in shadow, the cavalry crouched behind the ridge—silent thunder preparing to descend. Above all, Pegasus circled the skies, its wings scattering sparks of lightning.
Then Aaron2020 lifted his staff high, and a column of green fire roared upward, painting the clouds in emerald fury. It was the signal.
From the heavens, the first blow descended. The fliers of Txupass dove as one, hurling torrents of flame that clashed against the Gargoyles’ infernal breath. The archers followed, unleashing an enchanted volley that glowed like a meteor storm. Arrows pierced through phantasms, cutting through mist and magic alike, and for the first time in centuries, the undead screamed.The valley erupted. Orcs bellowed war cries and charged, their hammers breaking the earth beneath them.
Txupass raised his sword and shouted the order: “Iron Wall!”.
The front line answered with a roar, shields interlocking as blows rained upon them like hail. From behind, the resurrectors’ chants swelled; new hands, ghostly, spectral, loyal...rose to strengthen the line.
Then came Aaron2020’s counterstroke. With a single command, he unleashed the cavalry. Horses erupted from the mist, hooves pounding like drums of destiny. Lances lowered, banners streamed, and they struck the enemy’s heart with the fury of a collapsing mountain. Gargoyles shattered to stone and dust. The Collector ranks crumbled beneath steel and spellfire. Around them, rings of emerald flame consumed the trapped spirits, binding them into ash and silence.
At the center of the ruined citadel, as lightning split the tower of Amgorm in half, the two commanders found themselves back-to-back. Before them loomed the Warlord of Shadows, a creature born of fear and remnant souls. Its sword was made of screams, its eyes twin voids of unending night.
Together, Txupass and Aaron2020 lifted their weapons, a blade of divine light and a staff of witchfire. Their powers intertwined: a storm of silver and green flame coiled outward, tearing through the beast and shattering its essence into a thousand burning fragments. The sky itself seemed to exhale.
Silence. Then the wind carried the sound of shields striking shields, a rhythm that grew until the entire valley vibrated with triumph. Warriors lifted their weapons toward the darkened heavens as both commanders, faces blackened by ash, armor cracked and gleaming, raised their eyes to the scarlet dawn. “Amgorm is defeated!” they cried in one voice, heavy with victory and loss alike.
Across the battered field, every surviving soul echoed the call.
“Victory!” roared the hordes,
and the storm above them finally broke into rain, washing the blood, but not the glory, from the earth.
The arch-ruin crumbled with a thunderous crash that shook the realms from east to west.
The warriors of CZ&SK, led by Aaron2022 and Txupass, claimed the legendary black gems, engraving their names forever in the annals of My Lands.
That dawn, they did more than destroy a ruin, they wrote a hymn of brotherhood and conquest that would inspire distant clans.