VampsWillDie 76 Share Posted February 2, 2015 Gwendolyn glared hatefullu at the ma. "whatvisvthe rule with traitors?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Netphreak 510 Share Posted February 2, 2015 Within the shadows, a figure emits two purple spectral orbs for eyes, the atmosphere around the figure darkened by an unnatural and twisted force. The figure would fold his arms, leaning back against a wall with an emitted grunt, raising the voice of his past life to enter the realm of the living. "Do you fools really believe power lay within the group of the exposed....? This... Gathering, this, collection of the most Dark.. Has shed ignorant eyes upon our contacts and our works... We have made more loose ties than ever we could count, and my Master would be most displeased at what this has become... "What are we... Now? What is it we do? From what I have witnessed... Your 'cultists' you've taken in, have exposed our works, and our names.. This place has been attacked, raided and broken into.. We have spies, assassins and hunters after us.. Are we just to remain here and let them come after us? The hooded figure stands fully on his feet, lowering his arms to idle against his sides before he walks to go into some torch light. "I have stood and watched in the shadows, while you all go out and make a 'name' for yourselves, you place this entire Coven at risk. Say what you want, and do what you will.. Your actions of previous time have proved faulty and foolish.. For that reason... I will no longer remain here in this place, it is too risky for my operations and my contacts I have established.." With that notion, the hooded figure would slink back into the shadows, the purple orbs for eyes dimming down, as he glances toward the other gathering of Dark beings, he once again, folds his arms and awaits any rebuttal. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mephistophelian 977 Share Posted February 2, 2015 Haskal rests on a thick branch of a swamp tree, held upside down by his legs. His crimson eyes observe the situation for a brief moment before he returns to sewing together an odd puppet, made entirely of flesh and bone. As the skin is stitched over, it would look like an eerie, albeit smaller, rendition of a human or elf."Dance, wolves, dance."His hollow voice chuckles"Fear not the army of wolves lead by a sheep. Fear the army of sheep lead by the wolf."He pauses, red eyes blinking."I don't know if that is for or against me...Harrumph...fear the lone wolf, for he has no pack to let down." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Geo 1415 Share Posted February 2, 2015 An incognito robed figure catches wind of the events as he rests atop a snowy peak. "Alas, my children are at war without my guiding hand. For God shall soon see who is devout and who is unholy." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trips 344 Share Posted February 2, 2015 A rather plain figure simply stood there, his boots planted in the grass and his arms crossed before his chest. His attention on the other hand, was turned towards Alrian standing on his elevated platform. The thousands of black, silky strands of hair gently waved in the wind in tune with his robes, as the breeze rolled through the valley time after time. A silence ensued, from his part atleast, as he observed the situation, and the speech - an unquenched thirst of curiosity gleaming in his eyes subtly as his attention bounced between the individuals stating their allegiances and opinions. Amused, and curious. Yet, the mali with a rather contained smile painted upon his lips did not state a word: choices like this required further thinking, he thought, not to mention that he was the type of person who would see where the bridge leads before crossing it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tom_Whiteman 949 Author Share Posted February 2, 2015 "I depart now, farewell," said Alrian, descending from the building and making his way back into the swamp, now followed by a handful of weavers/cultists. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Icecreeper4 100 Share Posted February 3, 2015 **A letter is found tacked to the gate of Embermoor, sealed shut by a strange wax symbol. Upon opening, the reader would find the same symbol adorning the top of the page.** The idea of equality is false and will only lead to more of the same. The only truth is authority. Submit to truth and witness the rise. The Covenant of Embers is formed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mephistophelian 977 Share Posted February 3, 2015 The letter is picked up by a man, along with all the other swamp-flora of the area. An alchemist, by the looks. "Oh...not this one again..." He grumbles, looking to an odd, shy creature on his shoulder. The spines feasel looks back, cocking its head as it is fed another toxic looking berry. "You agree with me, don't you?" The man questions as he plods through the undergrowth. "As long as I give you berries, you always agree." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heero 4092 Share Posted April 2, 2015 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
.thumb.jpeg.7a2a5c6fda5bc3b4e960a8645bb0ab98.jpeg)
.thumb.gif.5a805d258de5309474a27096e6dd35c0.gif)
.thumb.png.4e5370fc69f142d96a905e477cd5dd97.png)
.thumb.gif.f363e1e24ec35c023d600bb13f6d2f03.gif)
.thumb.gif.c4804540109a430a35eb0021ce7df945.gif)
Recommended Posts