A Darkness Rises
Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:07 pm
On a long deserted road, a small band of companions walk. The red of their garb signifies their allegiance to the lion guild of the Tetradeum Empire, and indeed, the figure at the head of their column is the head magistrate. He is arguably the most powerful wizard in the four corners of the Empire. Something was off, though... The black of their armor signified their allegiance to gods best left alone, wanderers of the darkest nights.
With him are several spearmen, arranged in a foreign group of three, two disciples and one officer. This grouping came from the old legends, of the beginning of the empire.
Also here is the Magistrate's personal bodyguard, an incredibly strong and powerful knight. He too wore the black of The Sinners, and his horse was decorated with a skull, markings of power carved into it.
and, of course, his 'squire', a berserker picked up from the shores, on one of the crashed ships they find every once in a while. No common decency, but an incredibly strong individual, and he'll fight for as long as you let him, no matter what.
The dilapidated road ends, and the party stops several yards short of the ruined wall looming before them. A chill hangs in the air, unusual this far into spring. The mage strides forward, glancing around at the scarred wall. Only magic could have done this.
the earth is desperately trying to take the wall back, and barely any of it is left, but the Mage makes his way up to the top of the tower. the small breeze picks up, and a sickly mist rolls in from seemingly nowhere.
As the Magistrate reaches the top of the tower, his voice is picked up from the wind, now gusting, and the words he uttered were terrible. Forgotten, pushed from the mind of the magi for a reason, the immense power sent chills down the spines of all the living who heard it. But other spines were chilled, and power crept through bones long forgotten, only hinted at in the oldest of lorebooks.
The dead poured out of their shallow graves, dug for them by the soldiers of legend, after returning victorious from the final battle between the blossoming Tetradeum Empire, and the mighty Scorpion Legion.
The Wizard whispered more words, and the skeletons, eager to please, formed up into formations only this earth ever remembered. But still more skeletons poured form the ground, fed by the blackness of the wizard.
they too lined up, reacquainting themselves with the living world. But the Wizard still had one last trick up his sleeve... Waving his staff one last time, piles of armor form the very best of the warriors sprung from the ground.
The Wizard, drawing upon ancient scrolls and the process he had painstakingly perfected, Pulled back the spirits of those once mighty warriors.
entombed within their own armor, they succumbed easily to his every thought.
Mustering the living to his side once more, the Wizard set out, with his new minions, to claim the Castle he had once called home. The assault on the Empire had begun.
Okay, so that was a little late...
. Hope nobody forgot the good guys, HERE Also, for fun, I've got a few extras...
with some added fun and fog, and
Kalenz's new hammer! Fresh from the forge, built in response to a prophecy of the coming downfall of the Lion Guild at the hands of the dead.
why a hammer, you ask?
Because it works better for crushing skeletons
.
Okay, comments, suggestions, a car, anything you would like to give me, are all welcome.
With him are several spearmen, arranged in a foreign group of three, two disciples and one officer. This grouping came from the old legends, of the beginning of the empire.
Also here is the Magistrate's personal bodyguard, an incredibly strong and powerful knight. He too wore the black of The Sinners, and his horse was decorated with a skull, markings of power carved into it.
and, of course, his 'squire', a berserker picked up from the shores, on one of the crashed ships they find every once in a while. No common decency, but an incredibly strong individual, and he'll fight for as long as you let him, no matter what.
The dilapidated road ends, and the party stops several yards short of the ruined wall looming before them. A chill hangs in the air, unusual this far into spring. The mage strides forward, glancing around at the scarred wall. Only magic could have done this.
the earth is desperately trying to take the wall back, and barely any of it is left, but the Mage makes his way up to the top of the tower. the small breeze picks up, and a sickly mist rolls in from seemingly nowhere.
As the Magistrate reaches the top of the tower, his voice is picked up from the wind, now gusting, and the words he uttered were terrible. Forgotten, pushed from the mind of the magi for a reason, the immense power sent chills down the spines of all the living who heard it. But other spines were chilled, and power crept through bones long forgotten, only hinted at in the oldest of lorebooks.
The dead poured out of their shallow graves, dug for them by the soldiers of legend, after returning victorious from the final battle between the blossoming Tetradeum Empire, and the mighty Scorpion Legion.
The Wizard whispered more words, and the skeletons, eager to please, formed up into formations only this earth ever remembered. But still more skeletons poured form the ground, fed by the blackness of the wizard.
they too lined up, reacquainting themselves with the living world. But the Wizard still had one last trick up his sleeve... Waving his staff one last time, piles of armor form the very best of the warriors sprung from the ground.
The Wizard, drawing upon ancient scrolls and the process he had painstakingly perfected, Pulled back the spirits of those once mighty warriors.
entombed within their own armor, they succumbed easily to his every thought.
Mustering the living to his side once more, the Wizard set out, with his new minions, to claim the Castle he had once called home. The assault on the Empire had begun.
Okay, so that was a little late...
. Hope nobody forgot the good guys, HERE Also, for fun, I've got a few extras... with some added fun and fog, andKalenz's new hammer! Fresh from the forge, built in response to a prophecy of the coming downfall of the Lion Guild at the hands of the dead.
why a hammer, you ask?
Because it works better for crushing skeletons
.Okay, comments, suggestions, a car, anything you would like to give me, are all welcome.
Great pictures man.
(moving is a pain...)