Post by Lich Blade on Jun 15, 2012 20:32:40 GMT -5
Come to me! The voice from the darkness called, Come and claim your reward. A lone infiri stumbled and limped toward the source of the sound, draw not only by the voice but an unseen dark force. It was as if Azrael was in control again, even if the corpse wanted to resist it neither could or wanted to. Memories of its past stirred up memories of emotions emotions of despair, Anger, and vengeance, come how the voice and the dark force seemed to want nothing more that to rid him of his pain, twas a consummation devoutly to be wished, indeed.
The walking corpse entered a dark chamber that was empty of all but for a single object. It was a four foot blade with a foot long handle. Te blade shined in the darkness with a bright blue aura, and the runes on the blade glowed with a cold inner light. Staring at the minor infiri from across the room was metal ram skull who's eyes glowed with a similar eerie blue light, It was fastened at the intersection if the Cross guard hilt and blade. Come to me!. The voice sounded and the eye blazed with greater intensity as they focused on their prey.
The undead man's gate became healthier and faster. He strode to the blade with mindless intensity. once he was close enough to touch it he noticed that the blade was once behind a magically sealed glass box that seemed to had shattered from within as if something inside the case had exploded. This was probably due to the museum that Vincent, the lesser infiri, had wander into loosing its magic charms that kept the more dangerous magical artifacts contained, as this blade was indeed dangerous. Take me Vincent and reap your eternal reward! Vincent raised a Skeletal thin hand and wrapped his stiff fingers around the handle. The world, to Vincent anyway, filled with a cold blue light, there was nothing else.
His body raised into the air his eyes glowing with the blue light the sword emitted.tendrils of the same cold blue light and they wrapped them selves around Vincent's body. And the corpse's body glowed with light as it slowly lowered back to the ground. The light vanished except for the aura, runes and eyes of the sword. and then two points of light Appeared staring out from under a cowl. The figure that was once Vincent was now far more.
The Greater Infirious stabbed the blade into the ground and the ground shook. from the ruble bodies stirred and rose. And looked upon their new master. Vincent pulled the blade from the ground and raise it to the mostly ruined ceiling.Blue light blase up ward in a powerful beam smashing what was left of the ceiling and below him and his minions, ice formed and built up raising him to the ground floor. and filled the building with ice.filling whols and turning the museum into a citadel with spires rising in to the sky like an icy crown. And the weather instantly changed it was as if the world had enter into the middle of a winter contained to the Triangle tunnel, The Licha in the blade had found his way back to the mortal world and all would fear his wrath.
The walking corpse entered a dark chamber that was empty of all but for a single object. It was a four foot blade with a foot long handle. Te blade shined in the darkness with a bright blue aura, and the runes on the blade glowed with a cold inner light. Staring at the minor infiri from across the room was metal ram skull who's eyes glowed with a similar eerie blue light, It was fastened at the intersection if the Cross guard hilt and blade. Come to me!. The voice sounded and the eye blazed with greater intensity as they focused on their prey.
The undead man's gate became healthier and faster. He strode to the blade with mindless intensity. once he was close enough to touch it he noticed that the blade was once behind a magically sealed glass box that seemed to had shattered from within as if something inside the case had exploded. This was probably due to the museum that Vincent, the lesser infiri, had wander into loosing its magic charms that kept the more dangerous magical artifacts contained, as this blade was indeed dangerous. Take me Vincent and reap your eternal reward! Vincent raised a Skeletal thin hand and wrapped his stiff fingers around the handle. The world, to Vincent anyway, filled with a cold blue light, there was nothing else.
His body raised into the air his eyes glowing with the blue light the sword emitted.tendrils of the same cold blue light and they wrapped them selves around Vincent's body. And the corpse's body glowed with light as it slowly lowered back to the ground. The light vanished except for the aura, runes and eyes of the sword. and then two points of light Appeared staring out from under a cowl. The figure that was once Vincent was now far more.
The Greater Infirious stabbed the blade into the ground and the ground shook. from the ruble bodies stirred and rose. And looked upon their new master. Vincent pulled the blade from the ground and raise it to the mostly ruined ceiling.Blue light blase up ward in a powerful beam smashing what was left of the ceiling and below him and his minions, ice formed and built up raising him to the ground floor. and filled the building with ice.filling whols and turning the museum into a citadel with spires rising in to the sky like an icy crown. And the weather instantly changed it was as if the world had enter into the middle of a winter contained to the Triangle tunnel, The Licha in the blade had found his way back to the mortal world and all would fear his wrath.