Post by Sandalphon on Jul 17, 2009 20:27:39 GMT -5
Sandalphon stalked the back alleys of the Triangle Tunnel, flanked by a trio of mindless guards. Already, almost all the wizards had either died or abandoned this part of the city. It was left to the inferi now. Yet, when Azrael had created the greater inferi, he had imbued into them a piece of his own will, to give them their own miniscule bit of independence and free thought, even though he held the key to their ultimate actions. Now, the key was gone, and the greater inferi were left without master, acting completely of their own free will. Azrael did not share power, neither did his free-thinking minions, it would seem. For once the undead ran out of living targets to slay and conscript, their forces fell upon one another, as each greater inferius attempted to exert power over the others with their own legion of inferi.
Emerging from the back alleys onto a main road of the Triangle Tunnel, he saw another inferi gazing at him from across the street. Unlike Abaddon’s forces, this one bore neither weapons nor armor, wearing nothing but robes. It darted across the street, arms outstretched as if to embrace the greater inferius.
Lashing out a gauntleted fist as it drew within range, Sandalphon struck a blow to the inferius’ skull, sending it tumbling backwards. Yet, the gauntlet’s metal surface glowed red and the undead flesh underneath bubbled and hissed as though pressed against a stovetop. This was one of Amaliel’s minions, bearing no bulky metal as encumbrance and enchanted with a flagrante curse, so that they could easily leap upon victims and let them burn to death, whilst leaving the inferi unscathed. Drawing his sword, he hacked the inferi apart before it got another chance to recover and rush him.
Turning left and right, he moved on, seeking new targets.DERP!
Emerging from the back alleys onto a main road of the Triangle Tunnel, he saw another inferi gazing at him from across the street. Unlike Abaddon’s forces, this one bore neither weapons nor armor, wearing nothing but robes. It darted across the street, arms outstretched as if to embrace the greater inferius.
Lashing out a gauntleted fist as it drew within range, Sandalphon struck a blow to the inferius’ skull, sending it tumbling backwards. Yet, the gauntlet’s metal surface glowed red and the undead flesh underneath bubbled and hissed as though pressed against a stovetop. This was one of Amaliel’s minions, bearing no bulky metal as encumbrance and enchanted with a flagrante curse, so that they could easily leap upon victims and let them burn to death, whilst leaving the inferi unscathed. Drawing his sword, he hacked the inferi apart before it got another chance to recover and rush him.
Turning left and right, he moved on, seeking new targets.DERP!