Sic Semper Mortalibus

[Avacyn 1712]

 

 

The cold North is usually a place of quiet serenity. Its frosty spires, ice-capped mountains, and snow-filled crevasses are normally accompanied by an eerie silence, nothing but the wind occasionally howling as it blows by your ears, the strange beauty of the natural land only on occasion disturbed by an ancient ruin, or the shouts of explorers trying to hear and see each other through a blizzard.

Today was not the case, however.

 

Just outside of the massive ice wall that divides the world of the damned from the bastion of the living, horrors were waiting. Hundreds of rotting, shambling bodies huddled against one another, absentminded of each other, all desiring one thing: to get out of the wall, and feed. Hands pressed against the glass-like surface of the ice wall, flesh falling off as they all tried to squeeze past the adjacent corpses and gain the freedom they hungered for. The feast of mankind lay just outside their grasp, and they knew it, for they were eager to tear flesh from bone though their pallid faces showed nothing but a blank expression. Their milky white eyes held a cold, dead stare. The Herd did not discriminate: among their ranks were men, women, children, the desert-dwelling orcs, the proud elves, the ingenious dwarves… even a few halflings were trampled by the mindless mass of deceased innocents.

Absolution stood just outside the door to his laboratory, depthless eyes scanning the horde that was the result of his restless work for the past few years. They were exactly what it had imagined, yet they were not ready. They needed leaders who would lead the charge, who the whimpering mortals that lived in the dirty wooden towns of the southern lands would see and immediately recognize that the end had come for them, that there was no escape from Absolution. It had sworn it years ago: Repentance would come to all the filthy sinners of the world, and it would be at its hands.

The Harbinger closes the door to its laboratory, and vanishes into the blanket of white snow, heading to the land where a thousand thunderous hooves had come and stayed.

 

 

[Shadeleaf 1022]

      Shae'tan, having broken from a before mentioned magical prison, stands above the ice wall, besides it more bodies piled up of the very recently deceased, each with a single hole through the chest, straight through and through. Following orders, one thing was obvious to Shae'tan... those below could be had much more fun with than the intended purpose... and so it took the chance.

 

*PLOCK*

 

      One of the bodies could be seen falling off the wall, seeming to float down almost before landing right in the center of the hoard., crushing one of the beasts, as the others about seemed to pause for a moment... gazes drifting over to it before all clambered over each other to get a taste of the semi-frozen flesh.

      With a slight spring of joy, Shae'tan continued the process, hurling another out further with frost fire, and watching the same morbid sight over and over, until it ran out of 'ammunition'.  Absolution may have its plans, but Shae'tan would until then enjoy feeding the proverbial ducks...

 

(What a great way to come back~)

[Cracker 4570]