the 1 bow 1112 Share Posted November 1, 2015 Those in tune with spirits, be they Shamans or some magic wielder would feel a flood of terrified souls emerge. Cries of mercy from slaves echoed across the desert in scorch, yet no kindness was shown for Bloodlust, Savagery and War demanded death. In an orgy of gore, slaves were ripped from the mortal realm to their own believed after lives, yet they all now reside for eternity in his realm, to bleed onto the dust of the great waste. "Follo mi Lukra." The Rex said to the Feroc. With a nod, she did and the duo made their way to Laz-Dur. Passing through the gate, they walked to the Rex Banks and entered its depths. Kahn paced over to a considerably large chest, reaching inside and pulling out a signature weapon. War Maker. The greatsword of Enrohk. 7ft in length, its blade dulled red from blood soaking into the metal after so many years of battle. Wrapped around its bone handle as a grip is the flayed flesh of the cowardly, capping off at the end as its pommel sits a brass spiked orb with chunks of gore still attatched. Dangling from the cross-guard on chains are four unflayed skulls of whitewashes. Pure, unadulterated rage hums from the blade. The Rex bestowed his old weapon onto Lukra, the champion of this festival of blood, a worthy successor to the sword. Nagijak Urukim 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elad™ 560 Share Posted December 13, 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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