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My alternate account. I.E. I am ZAVAZggg and ZAVAZggg is me. Not to sock-puppet or some shit, just so I can actually have interaction between two characters in a way that fits Myriad Reality's posting style.
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And the next dimension as well.
Speaking of, Cyrox is still on his vacation.
Speaking of, Cyrox is still on his vacation.
I'll probably post in another two months if college doesn't make me kill myself. Or if I don't forget.
*I stare down the queen, her fearful gaze meeting my lifeless one. I sigh and run the blade through her throat, pulling her corpse from the throne with a slight tug as the stench of my army fills the hall. Taking a seat, I cast my gaze over my horde, rows upon rows of undead beasts, their eyes aglow with unearthly light.
Planting my sword into the stone, I recline, the smoke of my face morphing into the briefest hint of a ghastly smile*
One kingdom down, two to go...
Planting my sword into the stone, I recline, the smoke of my face morphing into the briefest hint of a ghastly smile*
One kingdom down, two to go...
*My march continues, even as corpses fall*
*Making my way through the snow and fog, I see the outline become clearer. It is a cart, its contents spilled and owner nowhere to be seen*
Curious...
*I move closer, only to hear a small whimper come from somewhere behind it. Reaching out I sense life, but small. Young. Barely lived*
A child...
*Gliding forwards, I make my way around the cart to find a small boy huddled up beside it, shivering from fear and frost. I sigh, a rasp in his ears but a bellow sound in mine, as I know he will die from exposure regardless. Arcing my blade in one fluid motion, I take him from this world and return to my army. Raising my fist, I command them to resume their march and they obey, making their way over the first part of the pass leading down into the verdant lands below and the kingdoms they hold*
Curious...
*I move closer, only to hear a small whimper come from somewhere behind it. Reaching out I sense life, but small. Young. Barely lived*
A child...
*Gliding forwards, I make my way around the cart to find a small boy huddled up beside it, shivering from fear and frost. I sigh, a rasp in his ears but a bellow sound in mine, as I know he will die from exposure regardless. Arcing my blade in one fluid motion, I take him from this world and return to my army. Raising my fist, I command them to resume their march and they obey, making their way over the first part of the pass leading down into the verdant lands below and the kingdoms they hold*
Also a bit of explanation as to why Osvin's death knights had sorrow loops.
Do note this was a plot point, and is written as such.
Do note this was a plot point, and is written as such.
-The necromancer sets to work preparing the corpse, binding it with a spell of undeath that causes it to get progressively stronger the more grief and sorrow it causes, as well as more inhuman, essentially turning it into a sorrow based leech. This will have the additional effect of allowing the knight to feed off of his own grief, creating a sort of never-ending loop past a certain point that makes him stronger and stronger over time, much like the dread lords of old.
Nope, just my notes.
<Snipped quote by Caldizar>
What are these from, anyway?
Random world I've made up.
*Continues my advance until the outline of a bulky shape in the surrounding fog gives me pause. Raising a fist, I command my army to halt as I glide forward to investigate*
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