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A depiction of a hellish knight seen roaming the wilds of the Lost Lands

Art by Artem Demura

 

The following is intended as private RP

All had become relatively quiet now; as peaceful as things had gone within those hills by that smoke-stained bastion.  It was difficult to tell the time, given that the sky was perpetually hidden behind a thick layer of clouds wrought from smog and smoke.  Ash dusted everything, even gathering in scattered puddles of blood and mud that made up that silenced battlefield.  Prime picking grounds for this Biter, who flitted from the scattered corpses of men to feast upon their eyes.  Its cousins sought their teeth.  Though, it wasn't only men who dotted this field - devils and fiends joined them, feasted upon and picked by other imps and scavengers.  Nothing would be wasted, and it wasn't as if the mortals would send another battalion forth anytime soon.

 

Yet there was a flicker of light, and the echo of static just beyond the veil of smoke rising up from the scattered fires ahead.  Two figures still lived, it seemed, and looked over that smouldering field of corpses.  One was large, larger than any of the mortals the Biter had seen before; dressed in white and bronze, with a hellish tail peaking out of its robes--certainly a devil.  The other was shorter, a mortal elf certainly--yet dressed like no soldier.   The pair looked entirely out of place.

 

They were speaking to one another, yet their words didn't trail far for the Biter to pick up anything clearly.  The Biter skittered closer, chattering and chirping to its cousins through its little gnashing teeth; the imp was no larger than a man's hand.  It  hopped about and fluttered with fleshy, bat-like wings to give its small leaps distance--though it froze as it realized it caught the eye of that masked devil and quickly hid.  The elf seemed distracted, perhaps even distressed, as she took in everything.  Hasty words were passed on from that mortal before she made for a nearby hill, moving even further away from that curious Biter.  The devil followed, fortunately pulling his attention away from that little scavenging imp.  It wondered what their eyes would taste like, if it could even reach them without being crushed to nothing.  It decided it was better to not risk such a thing; there was less room for hiding upon that hillside. 

 

And so, the Biter watched those two with its beady eyes.  Every now and then, it'd hear a few words carried by those two, Chaos, Balance, Destruction; words spoken either with intensity or passion, this odd pair seemed to share some form of argument as gestures were made to the dreary state of the land.  They stood there for a long while, just. . . talking, even persisting after the Biter had sought more meals from that battlefield.  It wasn't until it spotted another flicker of light and echo of static, that the Biter realized those two strangers were suddenly gone.

 

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