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Post by Stoic Soul on Aug 26, 2005 18:48:45 GMT -5
As darkness fell on a small village, far from the lands of GoldenMyst, the sounds of bodies being thrown would be heard from within one of the buildings, a tavern, situated at the edge of town. Within the darkened building, the sound of bones breaking would be heard as a mans neck was snapped, the lifeless body falling to the floor, landing among the bodies of at least a dozen people, all who were, up to a moment ago, were drinking various alcoholic beverages in the now ruined tavern. A pale gleam of moonlight would pass through one of the shattered windows, landing on the arm of the only living person in the building.
The person's skin, once a healthy tan color, now was pale, to the point of being grey. Muscles rippled under that grey skin as the man turned and walked up to the window. A long, red scar would be seen on the man's face, barely missing his right eye as it ran from his forehead to his chin. The man's eyes were grey as stone, long black hair flowing down past his broad shoulders Black leather armor was worn on the man's chest. blood dripping off the armor onto the floor. Black leather pants fit the man's sinewy thighs like a second skin as the warrior slowly walked out of the tavern, the front door laying to the side of the door frame, a part of the wall ripped away. As the warrior, a black and red aura would be seen around the Great Battle Axe that was sheathed on the man's back, the warrior's soul no longer as it once was, love and joy gone, replaced with heartlessness and cruelty. Anduin would head west, knowing his path would eventually lead him home.....
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Post by Stoic Soul on Sept 1, 2005 18:50:22 GMT -5
A few weeks earlier....
The sounds of battle were heard, ringing off the sides of the mountain as two large warhosts converged, mighty warriors on both sides of the conflict. Men in massive red and black armor fought each other, armed with broadswords, hand scythes and massive battle axes, weapons that normal men would be unable to wield. For the warriors who wielded were unlike other humans. The smallest of these warriors was 6'4, weighing well over 250lbs, muscles bulging under grey skin as the warriors easily hefted their weapons and armor as they clashed with one another.
At the center of the two hosts were the respective leaders. Both clad in black armor, they were the most powerful warriors ever known among the land, known by the title of witch king. One of these held a greatsword, the blade of the weapon having a serrated edge. Stone-grey eyes looked out from behind the warrior's great-helm as the witch king charged at his foe, greatsword slashing in a horizontal arc as it easily cut the other man in two, a fountain of blood covering his own armor as the other warhost, seeing their leader slain, merged with his own, as his own warriors shouted his name.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Sept 7, 2005 12:34:51 GMT -5
Anduin was running through the woods now, sword held in his hand as he ran, blood streaming off the blade of the weapon, leaving a trail in the snow, the shouts of soldiers far behind him. He was garbed in his black armor, which now sported two gashes along the right side, the metal torn. Deep wounds were seen under the armor, blood dripping down from under the armor.
After the slaughter at the tavern, Anduin had wandered aimlessly, his body no longer possessing the warmth it once had, his skin as grey as stone. He felt no remorse at what he did, yet, as he slumped against a birch tree, he slowly lifted off his helm, placing on the ground beside him, then would pull the axe out of the sheath on his back, looking at the weapon. Stone-grey hues would watch the weapon as an orange aura began to glow around the weapon, filling him with warmth. As this happened, a black aura appeared under the orange aura, and intertwined with it. A solemn expression would appear on Anduin's face as he watched this, softly speaking to himself: Im not far from my destination. GoldenMyst is but a few days journey from here....: With that, the barbarian slowly stood, slipping back on his helm as he sheathed his axe on the sheath strapped to his back, then would continue walking, making his way home.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Oct 5, 2005 13:27:23 GMT -5
... Anduin was deep within the southern lands of GoldenMyst, though he seemed to not know what he was doing, hiding his presence from others, keeping from sight, only traveling in the darkest of nights. His hair had gone from black to a ghostly white, his skin pale. A symbol had mysteriously appeared on his chest, as though burned into his chest. It was a skeleton caduceus, of skulls intertwined into a shape of a cross. A black cloak hid his body from sight as he kept walking, as though being guided by some otherworldly presence to an unknown destination. His axe was gone, though Anduin seemed to pay it no mind, the otherworldy presence keeping focused one on thing only...A few days later, Anduin would arrive at the ruins of a church, at the base of a mountain near the Southern border of GoldenMyst. Anduin would look around carefully, though it wasnt possible that anyone would be here, the Grell making sure of that. He would then walk up to the doors of the ruined church and kick them open, a loud boom being heard as the doors fell off their hinges and slammed to the floor. He would make his way in side, looking about the chapel, feeling the strong aura of death within this place. He would then look towards the altar, where he would see what appeared to be a scythe, placed on the altar as though it were something to be revered. As though the scythe was calling to him, Anduin would make his to the altar and pick up the weapon, holding it in his hand. When he did this, he would suddenly double over, pain flashing through his mind as his body suddenly became numb. A red flash of flame would burst through the chapel, then would fade away, followed by an unearthly chill. Anduin would slowly straighten up, a cold chuckle escaping the man's lips as his eyes, once grey, became obsidian orbs, skin becoming white as bone as the being spoke: Death, has come....
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Post by Drako Lathen on Oct 5, 2005 20:45:19 GMT -5
::A smile crossed his face as he looked up to the night sky. Something was different about the air. Yes, that was it....His brother was home. Anduin had finally come back from...Well....Wherever the hell he had gone off to. He quirked a brow, sensing a bit of darkness to the feeling which told him Anduin was back. He shrugged it off though and waited outside of Raine's door, happy that his world was gradually coming back together...Or so he hoped::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Oct 22, 2005 17:47:26 GMT -5
It had been some time since Death's spirit had taken over Anduin's body, the possessed barbarian walking in the southern lands of GoldenMyst. Death was careful to avoid the nearby villages, which were guarded due to the attacks by the Grell back in the early summer. The cold body would head into the nearby woods, sensing a person nearby. An evil grin would form on Anduin's face as Death slowly approached the villager, who had not yet noticed the robed figure, too intent on picking the fruits from a nearby tree. When close enough, Death's scythe would appear in Anduin's hands. The vilager would slowly turn, his face a mask of fear when he spots the robed figure. Death would let out a cruel chuckle as he spoke to the villager: Your soul will be the first I consume, yet many more will follow.: With that, the scythe would swing down, slicing the man in two. A blue-white orb would appear where the villager once stood, and Death would reach out with his pale hand and envelop the soul, absorbing it into himself. A cold laugh would escape Anduin's pale lips as he walked away, his black eyes searching for his next victim, the air becoming colder, as though the warmth has been taken away.
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Oct 30, 2005 12:19:24 GMT -5
Then there she was.. standing there in the darkness of the night. Unaware of what Anduin was doing.. the necklace he had givin to her was dull. The gem having told her he was gone forever. She held on tight to the necklace as she would whisper her final farewell to him.
Soft tears slowly making their way down along her cheek. He had hurt her for the last time it would seem. She had waited for him.. waited too long as most would say. And then, she moved on. Their children would never know the man that she had first fell in love with, but she wouldn't speak of him. What would she say if they were to ask her about him? What would she do then? Cry? Possilby. The damage was done.. and now she was on the winding road of recovery.
But in all.. she was happy.. she was with Sate.. her new name was Angel Fierce.. it seemed weird to her for a moment, but she would get used to it. She loved him.. and he loved her. He was there.. unlike another unlucky soul.
And so she was here.. infront of the gleaming moonlite lake. Her hands moving up to take off the necklace he had once givin her. Kneeling down infront of the lake as she would close her eyes.. Whispering ever so softly "Goodbye Anduin Lothar.. may Drako guide thy spirt to happiness..."
Just those few words would explain why she had moved on. The gem had told her that he was no longer alive.. And so her hands moved down.. dropping the necklace into the calm lake. "You will always have a part of my heart.." and that much was true.. they had two beautiful children together.. And then she would stand. Just letting the wind blow along through her hair. Taking in the calm.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Oct 31, 2005 13:08:09 GMT -5
::His smile quickly faded...It had been almost a month or so since Raine had been well and he hasn't even seen her. He had gone down to the main hall for the first couple weeks to see if she was there, but to no avail. He sighed as he looked out the window. He could feel an evil coming. What disturbed him the most was that it was somehow linked to Anduin...Was he in trouble? He had to find out. He put on his bronze chest plate and attached his leather greeves and bracers. Tying the sheath to hang on his back, he made his way down to the main hall to have one last drink, and to look for Raine again. He just had to talk to her before he set off to find his brother.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Oct 31, 2005 20:17:17 GMT -5
Death was traveling northward now, his hunger for souls making him bold, heading towards the nearest village. The stolen body left no shadows, not since Death's power, having grown from the steady supply of souls he has taken, leaving abandoned farms and small villages in his wake. Anduin's hair, once a midnight-black, was now as white as winter's snow, that and the paleness of his once-tan features making seem as though he was a wraith. Anduin's obsidian eyes peered about as he easily slipped past the night watch, heading for an isolated. Death would stop in his tracks, as Anduin turned his head, a semblance of his former self seen in his eyes as he looked northward, a stray tear slipping down his left cheek. The sadness would last but a moment before death regained control of the body, removing all sense of feeling before heading into a nearby house. No more than a few minutes later, sounds of a young girl crying would be heard as Death walked through the rear wall off the house, A cloak of shadow about him as the guards ran, running into the house, only to find the bodies of the girl's parents, all warmth having left their body when their souls were taken. As Death made his way from house to house that night, his power growing ever more with each soul he took, a name burrowed its way into Death's mind, and the pale lips of Anduin would speak it softly: Angel...
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 1, 2005 11:03:06 GMT -5
::Not seeing Raine anywhere, he sighed and wrote a little note, leaving it ontop of the bar. He made his way out of the castle and followed the feeling inside of his stomach. He knew the presence Anduin brought, and could feel a hint of it. He set off to the southern villages, taking one last look at his home. Hopefully he'd return in a few days::
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