Darkness unfolds

[Jentos 9422]

In the depths of a ruined castle...

 

 

The Dreadlord Varrond.

The Ghoul Lord

And the Ash Lord stood whitout a sound.

The blades had been drawn.

And before them, stood aenguls, shiny and proud.

For a battle now upon the damned ground.

 

The Ashen lord, the Arch Drakaar sent a blow of dark flames.

Unleashing a pain with no name.

Acolytes of thou Dread charged, yet they bore the attributes of the machine of death.

Fighting four, while being alone, the Ebon Knights fought.

Quick and swift, the half elf was.

Unconquerable, the wolf-warrior Fangrin fought

And charging, like Grendel (meme), Beowulf Thorsson could not be felled.

 

Yet the Shadows Unleashed, and the Drakaar stood, in his true form.

 

Fangrin had but survived, ripping his skin and plates to stop thou unquenshable ebony fires

Varrond 

The Ghoul lord

and the acolytes who still stood.

Flew, in the grasp of there lord, they were but his brood.

 

Fire, death and darkness now unleashed, littered the snow, now red in blood.

"Qah Qah Fuyrej."

"Bring-bring fire."

 

 

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

"Fought a dragon once, looks like I shall be doing so again!" The Lich Soulstain would clack happily.

[lev 627]

Is carried around Vailor angrily

[Lhindir_ 3691]

"My service is undying" mutters Beo at the news of the events. 

[TheJollyPear 128]

"I serve for life" Langon would state.

[Jentos 9422]

"My soul is yours..." Says Fangrin

[Angmarzku 1251]

"Where are my.. ******* ghouls?!.." The annoyed Ghoul Lord sluggishly shuffles around in search for the lazy minions. 

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

Lefkos Glowsbane laughs to himself in his home, recalling how he was the one who sold out the cult to the Paladins and showed the location

 

"Hah! **** you Azdromoth" Though he wouldn't be heard..

[GDPR 014 48]

Varron scratches the back of his helmet, whipping nonexistent sweat from his visor, "Ack!" His bone-dry voice rasps, "Dragons! Interlopers!"

[shortchangehero 4217]

"Yes, yes, yes. . ." The hulk of a man, primitive in state and wielding an obsidian-tipped spear would cackle to himself, glancing around at the horrific scene his tribe has created. The Aethermoore entrance, loitered in corpses of both tribals and guards alike, at least a dozen guards fallen for every one tribal deceased.

 

"You must burn something, yes, yes, He wants something burned. . . Burn away the new with, fire, fire." He'd take the severed hand wrapping it around the torch, giving a short glance to the unconscious elf tied to one of the many stakes, his right hand would appear missing. "For order and peace, yes, for order and peace. You are doing a great deed, yes, yes, very great." The chief would reassure himself before tossing the torch onto one of the many stakes, glancing into the flames as they consume the little blind boy whom would release many pain-filled cries. The surrounding tribals would begin chanting, raising their spears in the air as the surviving civilians watch in horror and disbelief.

 

In the distance, shouts of men'n'metal could be heard as warden reinforcements come to take back their city.

 

". . . He sees fire, yes, fire that will consume all the new and leave only ashes of old, yes, yes, He sees fire. . ."

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.