Post by Sigismund on Sept 14, 2008 0:47:17 GMT -5
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::Not far from Doma's borders, within the ruins of a seemingly abandoned castle, stands a once grand throne room. However now it suffers from years of neglect. There are cracks in the mortar brick walls, and the shields and swords that adorn it are worn and rusted. The candles that stood in the chandeliers have long crumbled away into dust. The throne sits empty, and its back has been split in half, as though blasted by a powerful magical attack. The faded scorch marks in the red carpeting as well as the walls of the chamber suggest that there was indeed a great battle that took place here years ago. Above the throne hangs a grisly trophy. The head of a dragon that has long since rotted into nothing more than a skull, overlooks the chamber with its hollow eyes. However, one item of the room remains untouched by time. A shimmering crystal, violet in color. Within it, a dark figure of a man appears caught in midair, his arm raised to strike, as though he had been frozen in the middle of an attack. Short hooked horns, scales, and slitted eyes mar his otherwise comely face. His hands are clawed and menacing. If there were anyone around to witness this, they would hear a sharp crack that echoes in the emptiness of the throne room. The man's clawed hand begins to twitch, and his slitted reptilian eyes burn a bright red. Can it be? Yes, there is a crack in the crystal prison. Very small, but soon it would grow. It could take months, years even, but this cage would at long last give way. If he could move his lips, the count would be smiling::
So, the witch's spell is finally breaking. I suppose her death would be too much to hope for, but I wouldn't mind settling the score with her if she is alive. The same goes for Mechanly. Yes, soon my worthiest opponents shall know what I do to those who defy me. The time of the Dragon will come again.
::Not far from Doma's borders, within the ruins of a seemingly abandoned castle, stands a once grand throne room. However now it suffers from years of neglect. There are cracks in the mortar brick walls, and the shields and swords that adorn it are worn and rusted. The candles that stood in the chandeliers have long crumbled away into dust. The throne sits empty, and its back has been split in half, as though blasted by a powerful magical attack. The faded scorch marks in the red carpeting as well as the walls of the chamber suggest that there was indeed a great battle that took place here years ago. Above the throne hangs a grisly trophy. The head of a dragon that has long since rotted into nothing more than a skull, overlooks the chamber with its hollow eyes. However, one item of the room remains untouched by time. A shimmering crystal, violet in color. Within it, a dark figure of a man appears caught in midair, his arm raised to strike, as though he had been frozen in the middle of an attack. Short hooked horns, scales, and slitted eyes mar his otherwise comely face. His hands are clawed and menacing. If there were anyone around to witness this, they would hear a sharp crack that echoes in the emptiness of the throne room. The man's clawed hand begins to twitch, and his slitted reptilian eyes burn a bright red. Can it be? Yes, there is a crack in the crystal prison. Very small, but soon it would grow. It could take months, years even, but this cage would at long last give way. If he could move his lips, the count would be smiling::
So, the witch's spell is finally breaking. I suppose her death would be too much to hope for, but I wouldn't mind settling the score with her if she is alive. The same goes for Mechanly. Yes, soon my worthiest opponents shall know what I do to those who defy me. The time of the Dragon will come again.