Rissing 199 Share Posted February 18, 2015 And with a few last steps the man walked forth, his final few steps bringing him to the crossing of roads between the old tree inn and the high elven city. His burned face hanging down in a silent huffing and puffing as a few blood splatters colored his clothes. Clothes he had no more, aside from a ripped down robe that covered his lower body. A last given dignity as the self proclaimed grand mage slowly sinks through his knees, six thick bulges showing on his upper torso before he'd scream out in pain. A loud cracking to be heard as his spine snaps in an unnatural manner, the six bulges tearing open as ribs protrude from them. Slowly he falls over, having fought his last war as upon his back a short message is carved: - Evolution comes soon - - The purge is upon us - - Step forth Dark Monarchs. (( Note: Tried massively hard to keep down on the gore. While not destroying the story. (( Hope it's ok. (( Note2: The victim here is being tortured / murdered. It is no form of self-torture. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted February 18, 2015 "What." Says fumble Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Backup Lago 320 Share Posted February 18, 2015 ((Is he alone and undergoing total existence failure by himself or is there a third party doing this to him? It's not clear.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rissing 199 Author Share Posted February 18, 2015 (( Do you mean he did it to himself or if this is being forced upon him ? (( If so the victim ( person that is described in the top post ) is being tortured / murdered. (( Hope that solved your question. :) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fireheart 2777 Share Posted February 18, 2015 "Oh my.." says Franz Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Backup Lago 320 Share Posted February 18, 2015 ((In that case, allow me to demonstrate something.)) Tried massively hard to keep down on the gore. While not destroying the story. ((To be completely honest you don't actually need any to tell the story. It's a choice, not a necessity.)) In the cold, silvery glow of moonlight a man staggers onto the crossroad, his gait unbalanced and shaky like that of a drunk leaving a tavern. His breath is ragged from adrenaline, his face pale from blood loss and the shredded rag that was once an opulent cloak is stained with blood. The pride that had once led him to proclaim himself Grand Mage is replaced with nothing more or less than desperation. He looks up at the ramped path to the High Elven city. Escape? Safety? No. The gates are sealed shut and there is no guard in sight. Even the braziers have dimmed to embers. Either that, or his vision is beginning to fail. He looks to the right, to the tree tavern, but it is empty and abandoned as it has been for years. In a world of so many people, he is alone. Almost alone. He hears steps behind him, so quiet he almost did not. They have caught up with him once more. When most men would turn to look, the man simply sinks to his knees in resignation. He doubts he could have defeated this creature at his full power, let alone in his current state. He closes his eyes. If he is to die, he shall do so with dignity. His assailant stops behind him. The once Grand Mage closes his eyes. There is a flash of pain that eclipses all else, and then he is no more. When sun rises once more, the man's body is found lying face-down at the side of the road by a dawn patrol of High Elven soldiers. Carved into the stone of the path is a warning. "Evolution has come. The purge is upon us." "Step forth, Dark Monarchs." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grivpanvir 1 Share Posted February 18, 2015 ((In that case, allow me to demonstrate something.)) ((To be completely honest you don't actually need any to tell the story. It's a choice, not a necessity.)) In the cold, silvery glow of moonlight a man staggers onto the crossroad, his gait unbalanced and shaky like that of a drunk leaving a tavern. His breath is ragged from adrenaline, his face pale from blood loss and the shredded rag that was once an opulent cloak is stained with blood. The pride that had once led him to proclaim himself Grand Mage is replaced with nothing more or less than desperation. He looks up at the ramped path to the High Elven city. Escape? Safety? No. The gates are sealed shut and there is no guard in sight. Even the braziers have dimmed to embers. Either that, or his vision is beginning to fail. He looks to the right, to the tree tavern, but it is empty and abandoned as it has been for years. In a world of so many people, he is alone. Almost alone. He hears steps behind him, so quiet he almost did not. They have caught up with him once more. When most men would turn to look, the man simply sinks to his knees in resignation. He doubts he could have defeated this creature at his full power, let alone in his current state. He closes his eyes. If he is to die, he shall do so with dignity. His assailant stops behind him. The once Grand Mage closes his eyes. There is a flash of pain that eclipses all else, and then he is no more. When sun rises once more, the man's body is found lying face-down at the side of the road by a dawn patrol of High Elven soldiers. Carved into the stone of the path is a warning. "Evolution has come. The purge is upon us." "Step forth, Dark Monarchs." ((Thank you Lago)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mj. 697 Share Posted February 23, 2015 "Well then" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heero 4092 Share Posted June 15, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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