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The Arrival
Topic Started: Feb 11 2005, 10:10 AM (502 Views)
Stratos
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The World Slayer
Getting bored with Slaithus, here is a new character...
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The pulsing inside of Slaithus’ head was getting stronger and stronger every minute, and it was driving the warlord insane. It had started a few days ago, as the wind from the east started to pick up. At that time, the pulse was very slow and faint; hardly noticeable. But it was gradually picking up pace and volume, and it left Slaithus feeling very uneasy. He wasn’t the only one feeling this though. It appeared as if his entire army at camp was feeling the same thing as him, although not standing up to it as well. Some warriors had taken their lives to end the incessant noise.
The camp had been pretty docile as of late. Slaithus had sent out a large war band to take care of the small enemy encampments that lay around the edge of the shorelines. By doing so, the energy of the main force was conserved, while any potential threats that might emerge were eliminated at an early stage. Yes, Slaithus thought, things were running smoothly as possible, aside from this pulsating inside his head.
The warlord walked slowly across the sands of the beach, barking commands at the warriors and tribesmen who were lying on the ground writhing in agony.
“Get up!” he commanded, his deep voice echoed along the shoreline, “Get UP!”
The warriors stumbled to try and gain their footing, but it was all in vain. The pulsing was getting stronger, and the wind was picking up even more. Slaithus looked out to sea and watched the waves grow larger under the grey sky. His cloak fluttered around him in the wind. Something was weird about this day, something big was going to happen. Asmodeus approached, keeping his head bowed as soon as he reached the side of his master. Slaithus gestured for his lieutenant to speak.
“Something is odd about this day, isn’t it my Lord?” Asmodeus spoke in a hushed tone.
“Something odd indeed, Asmodeus, I become more and more certain of what it is every day. Voices haunt my sleep, whispering names so I can’t hear them, but they tell me of what will come to be,” Slaithus replied, still staring out at the ocean.
“May I ask what they say, my Lord?”
Slaithus paused before answering. “There is a Darkness coming to this island, more powerful than any of the Four Greater powers. In essence, it is a fraction of Shi'zakh himself, and he shall unleash his wrath upon those who oppose him.”
Both the tyrants were stunned by this reply. Asmodeus expected the answer no more than Slaithus intended to give it. “Do you believe this?” Asmodeus inquired hesitantly.
“Never!” was the instant reply. “This thing will be arriving here today, at this very camp. It is blasphemy to proclaim yourself a part of the Great Shadow. I will see that His name is protected. I will slay this fool when he arrives, that’s final.”
The topic was dropped immediately. There was a few minutes of silence before Asmodeus gave the most recent news on the scouting force. And the pulsing grew stronger.
“Sir, it looks as if we have a small problem on our hands. Elf survivors from our little cleansing operation on the shores of Equantis recently have rallied and are starting to put up resistance. They ambushed our scouting force; no one survived. The full warband is now only at half strength, but they are making progress. They’ve crushed most of the enemy camps they’ve found. The Lagothian survivors however are following them everywhere they go. They seem hellbent on taking your life, my Lord.”
“Who is their leader?” Slaithus replied calmly.
“Scouts report the one leading the force is named Sabal Ulwé. An excellent marksman by the looks of it. It is said that he has taken an oath to personally take your head. He’s already slain the leader of the expedition force, Valgoth.”
Slaithus pondered the issue for a moment, before laughing slightly. “No current leader of the warband, and their leader is trying to kill off my forces to get to me? Asmodeus, see if Gulthor and Ezkiel are ready. Send the Twins in to dispose of this problem.”
“As you wish master,” and without another word, the lieutenant vanished from his master’s side.
***
By late afternoon, the winds were howling wildly, and the beating inside Slaithus’ head was now putting him into excruciating pain. However, now there was a new sight. Just after noon, a black dot had appeared on the horizon of the grey waters of the ocean. Now it was almost at shore. Slaithus’ entire army was waiting at the shoreline, looking at the oncoming boat.
The thing was massive, and made entirely of some sort of black metal, and not a sound came from it. In fact, it almost appeared as if the ship was empty, but the sight of four giant warriors, clad in black armour and wielding giant halberds convinced the warriors on shore that someone, or something important was on board.
The pulsing was going rapid fast, and it was as loud as a dragon’s roar, but everyone on the shoreline was too transfixed by the ship to care. Slaithus stood near the middle of his army; he planned on making an entrance in this scenario. The ship was drawing nearer, and the pulsing growing faster, and faster, and faster.
Until it stopped, as did the winds, and the ship was on shore. Everything was silent suddenly, and Slaithus felt something emerging from the ship. Then suddenly it was there; the most powerful thing that Slaithus had ever seen, or felt for that matter was there, standing atop of the pier of the ship, overlooking the warriors standing in front of him.
He looked human, but it was hard to tell; the thing was as black as midnight. He was big, almost seven feet tall, and wore a giant hooded cloak around him. Where the cloak did not cover, black armour could be seen. A giant sword was strapped across his back, which made him look even bigger. But the most frightening thing about this character’s appearance was the actual body of him. It looked as if he was covered in a massive shadow that clung to his skin, forming a black, transparent shell around him; which totally warped his appearance. His face was now bestial, almost demonic, with two small horns sprouting from his brow. His mouth was fanged, and his eyes burned with a crimson hue. The Shadow also added talon-like features to his bare hands.
At once, everyone on the shore except Slaithus dropped down to one knee and lowered their heads in reverence to the being in front of them. The creature looked pleased and smiled wickedly as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Then his eyes fell on the only standing figure, and Slaithus felt his world convulse. The mere presence of this thing was enough to make him want to bow, but he would resist the temptation. Suddenly voices inside of his head started screaming.
Bow, bow for your life you fool! Slaithus grunted in pain. You cannot beat this creature, bow down and show your respect! Slaithus slowly dropped down his knees and lowered his head. He did not doubt that this creature was part of Shi’zakh anymore. The newcomer surveyed the scene once again, and raised his massive bulky arms, then spoke. He uttered but one word in a voice that could command the mountains to move, but to scare the life away from any other mortal.
“Rise.”

"And even sands of the beaches bowed to his dark majesty."
-The Book of Shadow
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Gurkhal
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Good story.
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Stratos
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The World Slayer
Oops, looks like some of the characters didn't copy, and the lines got crammed together. I edited it.

Stratos
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Tr0x
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Gurkhal
Feb 11 2005, 01:46 AM
Good story.

very "ORIGINAL" post Gurkhal :P

neway, excellent story man! i liked the part where my character was mentioned :lol: . lol, im jk, the entire thing was awesome! im looking forward to more.
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Gurkhal
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Yeah I know, wanted to really chock you with my newthinking ways... :D
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Tr0x
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lol, :lol: nice new avatar btw stratos! good ole system of a down :ph43r:
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The Flying Beaver
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Cool! No criticism from me, it was very good!
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