Member
Torack
Neziul
Arthanus
Overlord Thraka
Vampiretwilight@BlackPanther @FallenTrinity
Falk's voice spoke in a dark rumble. Thunder echoing high above in answer. "Then retrieve it to thyself. My comrade has awoken and soon this Realm will split as war is wrecked 'pon it." His eyes gleamed as he sat back in the throne of bones and hide. "Our meeting was decided a long time ago, it was fated the forces of the shadow and our Fae kin clash in bloody war. Ripping the sky apart, tearing the earth apart." His eyes seemed to look a long ways off. Blacken fire bloomed in a hand as the ancient Fae looked into the pool, the ghastly figures of the Hunt slowly pacing the hall. They knew the time was growing close. Soon they would ride.
Looking to Sorin, he reguarded his prized Fae. Though he would never admit that fact, he was going to be rather crossed if he lost the boy. "General, return mine mortal girl unto my Hall by whatever means you must. But alive." The fire swirled as he tossed it up and down. Plated in his dark armor that fit to his lean and muscled frame like the gloves upon his hands. Set beside his throne was a sword of black, a helm just the same. "Bring unto me as well Arys The Winter Queen. Should her shield fall, inform her mine is ready to give aid." Though the Ancient Fae's brow remained furrowed. "And General, guard thyself. Against ths Shadow as well as the Immortal Yggdrasil. Mine doubt is little that it has awoken 'gainst the threat to it Courts. To think it would be so soon. Mortal time hast preyed upon our own." Brandishing a arm in a bid of power he summoned the Hound of War to go using his Lord's power to speed his time and more directly. Wind blasted through the hall with a deafening roar. Challenging the Fate that was coming down upon the Realm where the Fall King sat.
Falk's voice spoke in a dark rumble. Thunder echoing high above in answer. "Then retrieve it to thyself. My comrade has awoken and soon this Realm will split as war is wrecked 'pon it." His eyes gleamed as he sat back in the throne of bones and hide. "Our meeting was decided a long time ago, it was fated the forces of the shadow and our Fae kin clash in bloody war. Ripping the sky apart, tearing the earth apart." His eyes seemed to look a long ways off. Blacken fire bloomed in a hand as the ancient Fae looked into the pool, the ghastly figures of the Hunt slowly pacing the hall. They knew the time was growing close. Soon they would ride.
Looking to Sorin, he reguarded his prized Fae. Though he would never admit that fact, he was going to be rather crossed if he lost the boy. "General, return mine mortal girl unto my Hall by whatever means you must. But alive." The fire swirled as he tossed it up and down. Plated in his dark armor that fit to his lean and muscled frame like the gloves upon his hands. Set beside his throne was a sword of black, a helm just the same. "Bring unto me as well Arys The Winter Queen. Should her shield fall, inform her mine is ready to give aid." Though the Ancient Fae's brow remained furrowed. "And General, guard thyself. Against ths Shadow as well as the Immortal Yggdrasil. Mine doubt is little that it has awoken 'gainst the threat to it Courts. To think it would be so soon. Mortal time hast preyed upon our own." Brandishing a arm in a bid of power he summoned the Hound of War to go using his Lord's power to speed his time and more directly. Wind blasted through the hall with a deafening roar. Challenging the Fate that was coming down upon the Realm where the Fall King sat.