Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:47 am
*People in the town watched as a dark storm began to close in around them, the clouds deep black with sick greens and purples lurking between the clouds the lightning stretched out across the sky like fingers gripping out for life...the elders in the town began to tell tales about how storms like this marked a visit by death himself and how all the life in a single town would be drained and the blood of the victims would be formed into the symbole of death to warn the world of of his return...and thus people in the town began to fear the night ahead of them*
*Across the fields before the town walked a lone figure in a black cape that whipped about in the wind of the storm, along side the figure dragged a long scythe. The trail from the scythe soon began to open up as demons began to slowly creep out and follow their master, thier moans and hisses starting to cause the people of the town to coward into thier homes and pray for mercy from the gods...all the while the figure took in a deep breath of the fear in the air before stopping short of the towns gates. Then the figure turned to the demon army, now begining to claw and howl at the town, some arming themselves for the kill...no slaughter of the night.*
Tonight we shall cause the world to know that Death has returned to this plane...tonight the blood of the innocent and guilty shall run together as a warning to those who mocked Death...tonight we feast on the souls...tonight we warn the world of changing times...TONIGHT...tonight DEATH SHALL RAISE AGAIN!
*With the last words of the speech, the demon army sprang into the town and began to drain the town of life...the demons ripped, ravaged, destroyed the innocent mortals as thier master walked slowly through the towns main street laughing as people called out to thier gods for help, some people came stubbling to the figure begging for help...in which the figure would respond by resting its scythe into the body sending sprays of blood and screams of horror and pain into the air...before it was all said and done the demon's master stood at the highest point of the town watching as the demons dragged the bodies to spill the blood into the symbole of death around the city...this would serve as the great warning*
*As the symbole was being made, two high ranking demons dragged up the towns priest and tossed him to the figures feet*
Priest, you know what is happening here. I do not need to waste my time with details...I do however will spend time telling you to seek out the one known as Bobo...and I do need you to explain in detail what you saw here...what you heard...
Priest: Why have you've done this...the gods will not stand for this...
*Laughing a laugh full of creulty the figure removed the hood of the cloak to revele the once famous goddess of death...Shroomy...her eyes now a deep glazed over souless black...and the marks of a servant of hell itself showed under her eyes and on her forehead...she had sold her soul to gain power from those who governed hell. The priest screamed out in horror as she places the tip of her scythe under his chin*
Find Bobo...or else I shall go from town to village and ravage them all like my army has done to yours...you wouldn't want all these souls and peoples fates to rest on your soul...or thier blood to stain your hands...now would you?
*The priest was dragged to the far edge of the symbole and whitnessed the town being burned before he took off running to the other town screaming most of the way for help...all the while Shroomy began her walk again to the next village in search for souls to repay her debt*
*Across the fields before the town walked a lone figure in a black cape that whipped about in the wind of the storm, along side the figure dragged a long scythe. The trail from the scythe soon began to open up as demons began to slowly creep out and follow their master, thier moans and hisses starting to cause the people of the town to coward into thier homes and pray for mercy from the gods...all the while the figure took in a deep breath of the fear in the air before stopping short of the towns gates. Then the figure turned to the demon army, now begining to claw and howl at the town, some arming themselves for the kill...no slaughter of the night.*
Tonight we shall cause the world to know that Death has returned to this plane...tonight the blood of the innocent and guilty shall run together as a warning to those who mocked Death...tonight we feast on the souls...tonight we warn the world of changing times...TONIGHT...tonight DEATH SHALL RAISE AGAIN!
*With the last words of the speech, the demon army sprang into the town and began to drain the town of life...the demons ripped, ravaged, destroyed the innocent mortals as thier master walked slowly through the towns main street laughing as people called out to thier gods for help, some people came stubbling to the figure begging for help...in which the figure would respond by resting its scythe into the body sending sprays of blood and screams of horror and pain into the air...before it was all said and done the demon's master stood at the highest point of the town watching as the demons dragged the bodies to spill the blood into the symbole of death around the city...this would serve as the great warning*
*As the symbole was being made, two high ranking demons dragged up the towns priest and tossed him to the figures feet*
Priest, you know what is happening here. I do not need to waste my time with details...I do however will spend time telling you to seek out the one known as Bobo...and I do need you to explain in detail what you saw here...what you heard...
Priest: Why have you've done this...the gods will not stand for this...
*Laughing a laugh full of creulty the figure removed the hood of the cloak to revele the once famous goddess of death...Shroomy...her eyes now a deep glazed over souless black...and the marks of a servant of hell itself showed under her eyes and on her forehead...she had sold her soul to gain power from those who governed hell. The priest screamed out in horror as she places the tip of her scythe under his chin*
Find Bobo...or else I shall go from town to village and ravage them all like my army has done to yours...you wouldn't want all these souls and peoples fates to rest on your soul...or thier blood to stain your hands...now would you?
*The priest was dragged to the far edge of the symbole and whitnessed the town being burned before he took off running to the other town screaming most of the way for help...all the while Shroomy began her walk again to the next village in search for souls to repay her debt*