DruinsBane 240 Share Posted December 23, 2014 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlyH2kGXDCg As Embermoor’s heavens deepened past indigo, receding beyond the ruddy backward of dusk, sineway vapors slid between the bald cypress trees, and churned into dim mirages on the old swamp roads. There two figures met at the base of an aged spire of stone in the centre of the swampy landscape, one a gaunt old man with a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a harrowed face and a back slightly hunched. And movement impaired with age, and the other a thing of ebony skin and carefully braided black hair with sharp features, and large pointed ears. The two spoke briefly before a streak of lightning tore the sky asunder sending pale ominous light scattering over the landscape, and then it happened bolts of fantastic lightning and fire leapt from the Doomforge’s fingers, dancing from them in a deranged light show of eldritch magic. The old man standing his ground, raising his aged and withered arm’s to the heavens and would call aloud terrible blasted rights of forgotten lore, calling forth an aberrant of freshly sewn cadavers with translucent yellowish skin pulled so taut over the body that it barely disguises the workings of arteries and muscles. With milky bulbous eyes, matted black hair, and prominent yellow teeth in a state of decay. As the fight raged on and across the blasted moorlands of Embermoor, the figures tiring with each and every action until both meeting square in front of each other, no more a thing of tolerance upon the eyes now a thing of fantastic horror, the dark skinned combatant now a gaunt skeletal figure, its leather like skin pressed against the round bulb of a skull called a head, spectral flames leaping and dancing from the long since used sockets that once housed its eye's. With another brilliant streak of lightning illuminating the area in ominous light, all things coming to a stand still as if time itself had stopped, and with a low rumble the Undead would fall to the ground in dust and bones and dark ichor. “The Necromancers, stand strong against the threat of Iblees.” I’d like to thank Grunmin, for the amazing role-play encounter, whom acted and played an amazing undead. It’s sad to see Virak PK, but for what it’s worth he had a good run. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zarsies 6795 Share Posted December 23, 2014 [[Virak was good. Rest in RIP, Grunmin. The student I never got to teach. ;-; ]] 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Elder Eye 101 Share Posted December 23, 2014 Radac stands upon the Great Bridge of Amthuandz, staring off into the distance of the neighboring swamp. Watching the displays of dark magic propel themselves through the air, he pondered his next actions... "They should need no assistance from the Court..." He huffed out a clot of thick, black smoke from the vent of his brazen helmet. "Should they die, I will be glad to initiate them." He chuckled, releasing a quiet metallic sigh as his red eyes were overcome by flames. Radac turned back to the sacred stone towers of his home with a metallic moan, going home to feed his Skull-Hermit Spider, Ahrkanch. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted December 24, 2014 Demagol, somewhere hidden away, somehow hears word of this, and weaps. He curses himself over and over again. He then roars "URIR! YE WILL PAY! YE WILL PAY FER WOT YE 'AVE DONE!" He then falls to the ground, staring into the flames, and stays there. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lita 677 Share Posted March 12, 2015 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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