Vardak's Turning

[Arkelos 1027]

Vardaks robes, a blessing from the dark lord began to glow as he was turning, a silver glow flowing from his body as Iblees reattached his soul, washing the dim grey robes and giving it's trim a silver hue, though a pure color, the essence was corrupted, the residual energies from the silver tree bearing the taint for him as he walked out of the Crypt, clutching his staff as it connected to him, the bond complete.

"The time has come" said Vardak, looking at the Triumvir, his eyesight slightly off as he looked around the Nether. Vardak gripped his head as he felt something inside him. The old cursed eyes, a power thought long gone now surfacing. It wasn't power he felt, but a staining of his eyes. His left one Purple, and the right one a blood red. He went to the portals and slowly, his body transported to Aegis.

Vardak gazed at Aegis with a distaste he had never truly felt until this time. A strong hatred brooded from inside him as he saw the purity of the world. In all of his rage, an earth shattering primal roar bellowed from Vardak. Almost all of Aegis could hear this loud yell as Vardak raised his arms, clutching two staves in both hands as he beckoned forth lightning, their loud roars ripping into the tainted earth as he walked along side the destruction.

Through all of this, his head was hanging, he turned his head to the sky as he released another powerful roar from his body. His eyes burning with rage as he bellowed in his blind rage...

And in that instant, he disappeared. To brood in the Nether once more.

[char615 41]

(( So, Are you Undead now? If so Congrats. ))

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

O_O ... *hides once more. and mumbles in the shadows of a giant tree. "This.. must.. be stopped!"..* (( good job :D ))

[Arkelos 1027]

((You can hear the roars and lightning folks, feel free to rp you hearing the noises if you so wish))

[Aros Sunstrider 66]

(( GO VARDAK! )) Another has joined the noble cause...

[Dalek348 1962]

*from atop a spire of the Grand Cathedral in Striqaephoth, the High Prophet Fyrste gazes down, observing the scenes before him*

This one should possess the wrath necessary to fuel our conquest of this mongrel realm. It should be most interesting to see his blood-lust satiated in the coming storm I can feel in the earth and in the air. Vardak must not disappoint me.

[Lym 849]

*Standing next to the High Prophet, he grins and mumbles a few words.*

I just hope he does not fail, like others before him..

[Beldion (Torok_Whitestorm) 14]

*is making preparations for the wedding when he hears a loud roar*

What in the nether?

*shudders and goes outside to look around*

This is not a good sign. I hope I was just hearing things.

(( Congrats Vardak! ))

[Elindor 666]

Elindor hears the booming thunder and continues walking unphased. An echoing roar fills the skies and he ***** his head to one side to listen to the sound. His mind drifts back to an unmentionable night in the ruins and the hideous screams and yelling of Vardak as he hacked away through endless pigzombies, all the while his body set ablaze with fire from Iblees' own hand. Elindor grimaces at the thought of Vardak's future and whispers a message into the winds. You are a tool Vardak. Do not forsake yourself in the process. He pushes the wind Northward with the gesture of his hand then turns away and sullenly continues along the path.

[Lirinya 4021]

*Upon hearing the roars she mutters to herself*

It was only a matter of time...

[Samson Option 9652]

*turns his head and curses under his head*

Motherless Cur turning to the Fetid, to the Nether he belongs... to think that the very comrade that I fought alongside within Oren has turned, the very man that I felt was a more just figure just set himself apart from the rest of Aegis.

[pepethepig 13]

Oh, my silly hat... How you've grown, from the Ascended-Lover to Murderer, murderer to a True hand of Iblees.. If only you knew the Ashen one held more power.

[Blaedr 42]

*recognizing the voice, Blaedr scoffs, laughing to himself as he hears the pathetic, and pitiful attempt at "roaring". Muttering to himself, he states:*

"Ta think, ye begged and pleaded o' the Ascended ta cleanse ye, just ta go crawlin' back. Ye are a confused and pitiful creature, Vardak. I hope they know o' this betrayal yet again by ye, so ye are trusted no where, fool."

*shaking his head at the lost cause, Blaedr turns back to his business, not caring of Vardaks fall, as he has seen this play one to many times. Smiling to himself, Blaedr knows that there will be no more mercy for Vardak, and justice will swiftly be wrought.*

[Rutheniel 3]

Looks about, the roar near untolerable, and he lays his eyes upon the pitiful, twisted creature. Rutheniel freezes up, and hides quickly from sight.

[Sultan 3953]

Roars back, muybah juz muybah der iz sitel 'op.