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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 1, 2005 14:14:18 GMT -5
A days journey northward has taken Death far from the dead village, an unearthly chill surrounding the village now. Wherever death walked now, the ground would decay. Plants would blacken and die, animals would sicken, becoming weak as their strength was being drained by Death's dark aura. A flash of white hair would appear under the shadowy robes with each step Death took, glimpses of a deathly-white face seen. Anduin's body would stop, Death sensing what appeared to be magical protections nearby. A soft chuckle would escape from his lips as he went through Anduin's memory. The chuckle would cease as a scowl would form on his face as he saw how he neared the river: It seems the fool king and his pathetic nobles arent as weak as I thought. No matter, soon, all their souls will be mine: With that, Death would disappear entirely, heading toward the nearest village by the river, needing to grow stronger before crossing the river, knowing how that more foes awaited there, though unaware of the threat that loomed to the south....
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 1, 2005 14:19:01 GMT -5
Lifting her head up for a moment, she would listen. Shaking her head for a moment as she thought that she had heard her name. Silly dragon. No one had called to her a moment before.
Letting out a soft sigh she looked back down towards the water. The necklace seeming to disappear into the darkness of the water. Giving a slight sniffle as she moved her hand up to wipe away her tears.
It was done now, there was nothing more then what she could do now. Nope.. none now. Slowly she would get up onto her feet, turning away as she would make her way towards the castle. Home.. she was going home.
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Post by Nym Zeal on Nov 1, 2005 16:46:09 GMT -5
Nym had stood just off to the side in the trees, blocking herself from her dragon for a moment until Angel stood. She'd wanted to give Angel's grief privacy, but she knew these steps all too well. She'd gone to the falls after her own wedding, having left her marital bed to seek silence and a chance to finally let go. Having only then allowed her sister her peace in death, at least as much as Nym was able to give.
"The water seems to listen so quietly, doesn't it? We never really know where it will go from here. Perhaps the ocean, but even then it is so large. Then that same water we cry to might reappear as rain, forever in a cycle of moving and crying, forever keeping our grief alive within itself far after our own deaths," she spoke softly, trying to take some of the burden of Angel's sorrow as she moved to take her dragon's hand, just then noticing the rings on Angel's hand. Anduin was truly gone, then? Her brother in law and father to Jasmine's daughter? The past seemed to be falling away and, she hoped, it would eventually lead to a better future. She just wished she didn't have to keep losing people in the process.
"He'll be able to reast in peace now, my dragon."
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 1, 2005 19:22:25 GMT -5
Those glassy eyes would look up to the direction Nyms voice seemed to come from. Seeming somewhat comforted, but something.. something tugged at her heart.. She had heard her name.. she knew it. But she would speak nothing of it. Looking at Nym she would smile.
"I think.. I think I can rest my soul now.. my heart tugged.. the night the gem stopped shining.. I knew. He had given it to me, to let me know that he was still alive. The further away it was it was weak, but one night.. It stopped. And I knew." She wanted to throw the necklace and said it was lying, but Anduin himself had assured her.. she would know. But that small voice on the wind.
"Something feels.. wrong Nym. My heart still feels.. broken. My poor Sheena and Turin will never know the man that I had once loved.. But that same man had broken my heart twice. Could I forgive him for that? For leaving so soon to our marriage? Did he want to marry me Nym?" She questioned herself after she found him gone again, and only a week before the marriage. She wanted to cry again, but she seemed prideful infront of her rider. She.. needed to cry.
Sighing once again she would turn around and look back out towards the water.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 2, 2005 9:20:22 GMT -5
::He passed a few people as he made his way along the trail. He had taken three guards with him, just in case Anduin was in any trouble. He passed a few small villages along the way, and he could feel it. Some dark presence growing ever nearer. He shook any thought of something bad happening to Anduin out of his head and continued on::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 2, 2005 14:35:31 GMT -5
Death had retreated to the dead village, gathering his power there as he waited for the right time to cross the river. He sat in the common room of the nearby inn, his cloak covering his body as he sat there in thought, dark energies swirling around him. He would suddenly look towards the door, and a cruel smile would form on his face. Three dark words escaped his lips, and black bolts of lightning flew out from the inn, flying in all directions. In but a few moments, the sounds of shuffling footsteps would be heard as a shadow appeared in the doorway of the inn. A moment later, a villager would slowly shamble in, eyes lifeless, the skin a pale-white, the veins under the skin were as black as oil. More villagers would shamble in, until the common room was filled with the damned villagers. Death would slowly stand, looking out over his minions, and would smile before speaking: My minions, spread out across the land, and feast upon the living. Bring me their souls, so that they too, will become my minions. Spare noone. Slay them all, down to the last man, the last woman, even their children. Let death consume this kingdom!: The zombies would turn, moans and groans escaping from their pale lips as they sought to perform the task their master had given them. Death would let out a cruel chuckle as everlasting night fell upon the village, a shroud of darkness hiding the village from view:
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 2, 2005 15:11:41 GMT -5
::After slaying three undead creatures, the royal guard found himself burying one of his comrades. After the burial, he and the two remaining guards continued on their trail. He could feel the dark energy grow as he drew closer to it. It would only be a day or two until he would find what was causing all of this madness.....He had no idea what shock he was in for....::
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 3, 2005 19:23:55 GMT -5
:Death would be pulled from his meditation by the deaths of the three undead villagers. He would go through the last moments of those slain by the guards and would grin, a cruel sneer on Anduins face as he slowly stood: So, the poor fool wishes to see his brother, hmm.... Well, let us grant the fools' wish.: With that, Death's scythe would appear beside the cloaked form, hovering there until a pale hand reached out from under the robes and gripped the hand of the weapon, a black aura forming around the weapon. The undead near where Drako was would move away, hearing the call of their master as Death left the village, the shroud still in place. With each step Death took, more souls would be taken, his minions slaying anyone within three miles of the village, black orbs flying from every direction towards Anduin, then would be absorbed into his pale flesh, the black aura around Death growing stronger....
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Post by Baroness Angel DelaSangre on Nov 3, 2005 20:07:47 GMT -5
Soon she would frown. Something was wrong and she knew it! Shaking her head she would slowly turn to the side.
Closing her eyes for a moment as a dark blue mist would form around her body. Shifting quickly into her dragon form. Leaning up onto her hind legs as she would push into the ground with strong legs, beating those powerful wings.
In the air she would soar, tilting her head as she let out a roar of warning. Asking each animal to look to see if they were seeing anything. Soaring above the villiages of GoldenMyst.. but the smoke from away would catch her eye.
So in that direction she would fly.
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Post by Drako Lathen on Nov 3, 2005 20:34:40 GMT -5
::He had to be close. After following the black orbs for a few minutes, he stood speechless before a pale figure who just happened to look exactly like Anduin::
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