by The Kingpin » Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:51 pm
Far above the forest of Shadepines, the dark, light-streaked silhouette of the Stormweaver flew slowly, scanning the forest's extents. Things are not boding well for your....subjects of interest, Arashi echoed Gilgamesh's voice in the Dragon's mind. "I know. But it is convenient to watch how they behave. They deserved a fighting chance. But now...I owe them nothing" responded Arashi simply. And you will abandon them to their fate, food for insatiable Demons? What makes them any different from my victims? What keeps you from doing here what you did all those years ago to me? responded Gilgamesh. "They are strong. They may yet survive the Forest. Your victims stood no chance. And I am less inclined to acts of charity than I was in the past"...
The banshee wailed as the arrow tore into it, lodging itself halfway through, the arrowhead pointing out it's back as it screeched, the flesh around the arrow collapsing and degrading rapidly from the poison, making one last leap at Arsenic in an attempt to take him with it, as meanwhile, the Banshee attacking Vix twisted around, catching her in the face with a backhand, knocking her to the floor as the beast screeched, reaching for it's back in an attempt to reach the injury, just as a black, rune-covered blade plunged through it's stomach and out of the injury, Andruil heaving the beast up, before kicking it off, leaving the fragile, mangled corpse to tumble a short distance and slump against a tree...
The demonic cackling in Nitsunobue's ears faded into incomprehensible white noise as a final whisper echoed against the walls of his mind. Tell yourself what you wish, Nitsunobue....But ask yourself...Why is your kind gone? And why has nothing been done to stop it?. and with that, drowning silence engulfed Nitsunobue, as if all the sound in the world had simply ceased...
Septimus remained silent as he flew through the city towards the exit, noting that the cracks in the magical dome were being repaired, groups of mages and typical Zuppolandian workers split up across the inner and outer surfaces of the dome. The Dragon headed for the reflective, bubble like ring that was the entrance, passing through the now relatively quiet guards' quarters, before leaving the city, tucking his wings tight against him and rippling his tail as he felt the water engulf him, the relatively light movement launching him forward with a lurch, heading for the surface...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG