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| Nightbane | Tue Sep 28, 2004 4:17 am Post #1 |
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Dark robes adorned his narrow torso, covering every part of his body concealing the rotten flesh from veiw. The decay of rotten flesh and the mangled features of his face were the only things noticeable. The dark streets seemed to illuminate from the dim green light from the latern dangling by chain from his left hand. Smoke poured out, forming tails of smoke, spreading into dark green puffs and soon dissipating into nothingness. The night had been long and harsh for this weary traveler, seeing as death soon followed his arrival. Tattered tendrils of his robes whipped loosely in the light breeze which swept past his form, kicking up the streams of smoke, scattering it into the dark nothingness that surrounded him. Black cold eyes gazed out from their receeding sockets, observing his surroundings until finding them locked upon the structure before him. The noise and clatter grew louder with each sudden step he took towards the door. The tattered fringes of his flag stirred gently in the breeze, as he tilted the flag forward, placing the skull against the half opened door. The flag had a symbol engraved and weaved deep into the worn fabric, a picture of a locust, a symbol of death itself. It was long ago that the locusts had become the intial sign of death, though it had still be recognized as such. Pushed the door forward stepping inside the warm smoke filled tavern, the boards creaking and groaning under his weight. All noise had seemed to stop with his arrival, only to sit and gawk at this newcomer. Returning the weary stare before making his way through the tavern, passing by the staring occupants, noticing the one who continued his ramblings off to his left flank. This bard seemed to be the one he was looking for and it soon dawned on him. With great intent he studied the man, awaiting and watching. -He had been a messanger of death and nothing more, coming to claim the fallen and put their souls to rest soon after their death. Having spent many years in the cemetary before finally being beckoned forth and honored with the position as Messanger. Nothing other than death had been of his interest. The spirits, the souls...The power that had been held within them, precious and valueable in their own way and would soon be placed carefully under his lords care right away. He had ventured long and far to come here, to bring forth the chaos which had once consumed the earth, casting it into the hellfire it had been in the begining, full of death and of no remourse. Glorious had those days been, a great time to harvest the wayward souls. And now....He was here, in possibly a more chaotic land than that of which once stood in its place. Dark intentions manifested as he continued watching this simple bard, for the man had been destined to die this fateful night unless an interference stirred. |
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