Fort Made Flesh & New Intentions

"Polaris clearly instructed me to manifest and accompany your journey!" Said Wilderness with a gentle smile. However, Fog and Yaeger didn't match her smile. A human had killed their master... and all of humanity was now in the crosshairs of their combined rage. 

"Wilderness, gather the Guardians and other assets of the Fort... We are leaving this graveyard of a mountain." Ordered Fog. With a quick nod, Wilderness rushed to gather everyone. In the meantime, Fog and Yaeger talked for a moment. 

"You do understand what we have subconsciously agreed upon, don't you?" Fog asked Yaeger. Yaeger's metallic flesh creaked as he looked over at Fog. "Humanity... shall now know the meaning of oblivion. Together, we shall become the first Villains of Wilderness." Fog nodded as he burned his old butler's uniform, opting for his commander's uniform instead. "Together, we'll ensure humanity shall know the true meaning of suffering." 

As the two returned to the amassed group of the various peoples associated with the Fort. Yaeger nodded to Fog, making a kind gesture to step up and take command. From atop a large boulder, Fog thrust his fist into the air. The large group went instantly dead silent. Fog, lifted his head to look at them. "Polaris was murdered... BY A PARTY OF HUMANS! For too long has this Fortress and the heroes of that tattered banner have defended humans. NO MORE! From this moment onward, it will become our sworn duty to grind humanity under our heel! NO LONGER SHALL WE NEEDLESSLY DIE FOR THEM! THEIR BLOOD SHALL BE THE FUEL OF RIGHTEOUS MIGHT!" The crowd erupted as Fog and Yaeger leaped from the boulder and began marching down the mountain, followed by their large army. 

It didn't take them long to arrive at a human trading hub city. From atop a nearby hill, Fog organized their troops before the major battle. Wilderness had gathered both the Undead of the Berban Ruins and the Battle Tower Legion. Additionally, she had force-warped several key players the Heroes of Wilderness had dismissed due to "a difference in tactics/approach to humanity". The first went by just his initials and/or the nickname, "Willie Pete" and was known by his enemies as "The White Dust of Death". The Fallen Angel Gladiator, White Phosphorus. As his name implied, his body commanded the deadly material.

Then came the second, who was not known for her magic, but for her unmatchable speed. The Dark Elf Speed-Temptress, Arris "Blackbird" Wither. Third and lastly, came a being from the depths of the ground, untouched by any living creature. The Mole-kin Lunatic Cultist, Acetone. Wilderness had briefed them on what had transpired as well as their current objective. All combined, the "big six" made the party known to all adventures, citizens of every nation, (excluding humanity), and the various races as the infamous party "Half Dozen". Together, their name not only implied the number of members but also the number of nations, races, kings, and/or gods each member had slain. 

"Half Dozen! Soldiers of Living Metal and Warriors of the Undead!" Fog took a slow and deep breath. "LET US BRING DOWN HUMANITY! ONE CITY AT A TIME!" Declared Fog, Voltz Gauntlets arcing with pure energy. With a final war cry, they rushed down the hill, eager to dismantle this city.