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The Inevitability of Chaos
Topic Started: 12th April 2008 - 11:21 PM (227 Views)
Kartoffelmos
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The wind swept plains went on for what seemed an eternity. Nothing grew on the barren land, no sound of bird nor animal, the only sense even telling him that once there were life, was an owerpowering stench borne on by the wind, of death.
He was alone, deserted by all. A man such as he, mighty and wise. A man whom decided the fate of plannets. How far he had come, how much he had seen!

The sky overhead began to change, and with it, a suple aroma of musk slithered to his nostrils, strange, but not unpleasent. Not unpleasent at all. The aroma became tangible and carressed his skin, worming its way to parts of his body as though it harboured sentience. Where it touched him his skin broke out in a sweat. then, suddenly it gripped him in arms formed out of mist, hands that belied their streangth beneath their feminine features. A cloying, sultry whisper slithered into his ears like a wet tongue. "Thank you my love."

He had been dreaming he realised, as his eyes opened upon an apothecary vista.
Sore, his entire body was sore. It had not gone acording to plan, no not at all he was forced to admitt.
A brilliant day it had been which had seen his personal army break the back of the traitors. The abomination, Lucius, stood alone against his holy wrath and that of the sisters of battle and was brought low. Dead at last by his feet he lay, and Lemarq had felt a firce pride swell his chest, beliving his quest had at last been completed. He had killed Lucius the Eternal.

But nothing was further from the truth. A victorious return should have avaited them in Russville, instead they found only horror. The garrison left there had been slaughtered and defiled in unimaginable ways in his absence, worse still, the city walls bore no recent signs of a siege. The only possible answer, there was a traitor in their midst. Someone had opened the gates. When the Abyss Raiders sprung their ambush his forces did not stand a chance and where slaughtered almost to the man, the heavely wounded men and women of his retinue dying to the man getting him to safety, and as he had fallen to his knees from grivious wounds, despair! Lucius walked the field, killing with such ease, such excuisite poise. A dead man walking again and again. He had dreamt then and in his dream he feared he saw the future...
What do you get it Ward and Cruddace combine to wrtie a codes? Mediocrity...
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Shas'O Reinås
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Glemte å poste etter at jeg leste dette Torbjørn, så jeg gjør det nå.

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