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Post by Little on Jan 6, 2008 16:48:25 GMT -5
The long sword quivered in his hands. He could smell blood.
Flesh!
He was a Infernal, one of the rulers, their gods, a Shifter. He was a General of the pathetic human armies he lead. He was fighting against a rival Infernal, the one that held the village below. His rival is weak, and he would not survive.
Flesh....
The Humans he ruled were scared of him. He knew their secrets, their single myth. Their average age was eighteen human years.
That was when they joined the army, and went to war, shaking in their boots.
He controlled two villages and a small city, making him fairly weak, but his city and villages churned out weapons and troops, as he ordered. He would be expanding soon....
The point of this place was war. Endless war. The Humans myth deserved research, but why do that when you can fight?
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The Infernals are a race of shape-shifters, who have seemingly super human strength and speed. They have a weakness of fire,which makes their shape-shifting abilities stop. The Infernals fear fire greatly.
The Human's myth in this realm is the Sand Man. The legend is, at the end of the world, there is a wall of sand that streches into the sky and on for miles. It is supposedly unpassable. Another part of the myth is the attack of one Infernal on the wall. The attack was just begining, when the first sword hit the wall, when the entire army turned to sand, and is still there to this day.
If you ever managed to pierce the wall, you would find a valley, barren except for millions of small sand sculptures. Each represents a soul, and if you destroy the sculpture, you destroy the person.
Of course, you'd have to survive the Sand-Man, and his sword of limestone, sharp enough to cut through anything.
More later.
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 6, 2008 18:52:32 GMT -5
Is this a story thread or the main thread?
If its a story thread, please make a main one, perhaps with a map of sorts.
Same goes for Defbonia.
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Post by Little on Jan 6, 2008 18:53:18 GMT -5
Main thread. A map'll be here shortly.
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Post by Little on Jan 24, 2008 22:10:20 GMT -5
He let out a howl, a harsh scream that sent the weak Humans scattering. They covered their ears and ran. Cowards.
The two armies were clashing, a battle not of Men, but of something far beyond them. A battle of wills between two unnatural beings, a fight for survival.
A cry, as loud as the first one, was heard in response. It was the other Infernal, his foe, the defender of this small village. His foe would be dead soon. The Humans on either side of him were looking terrified, some crying. They hadn't even seen a true Infernal, and they were terrified.
His opponent raced infront of his army, the Humans hesitantly charging behind his soon to be dead enemy. His own army began to run forward behind him, still giving him a wide berth of space. His great enemy's army was doing the same for him.
Blood....shall soon be spilt!
He raced forward, drawing his thin, metal sword. It was no normal metal, one of his few possessions from the Old World. It could survive whatever happened to it, and every Infernal had a sword of the same metal.
Everything....except prehaps the Sand Man. He had no desire to meet him.
He ran forward to clash with his foe, sprinting at full speed. The Humans were lost behind him as he swung his sword with superhuman strength, his foe blocking it. He saw a glimmer of fangs underneath his oppenents hood, and wondered how many stab wounds his nemesis's form could take. Time to find out....
He began a long battle with his foe, whirring and spinning, swords flashing. It ended adruptly when he sent his sword through his opponent's chest. His opponent crumpled, and then got back up again, black robes becoming stained, gleaming fangs in a grin in the black of the hood. He slashed his opponent four times across the chest, sending out a fine spray of blood. His oppnent fell down again, and began to rise. He ended that by driving his sword through his foe's head. Smiling, splattered with still runing blood, he dove into combat with his defeated corpse of a foe's army and began a slaughter of Men.....
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 26, 2008 0:28:32 GMT -5
Wow, very gory  If you don't mind, I'd like to design some weapons for the Infernals. They seem to me to be the perfect demonic figures. Do they have any "fallen angel" type of history ? (Yes, I know. I'm a sucker for religious references ) |
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Post by Little on Jan 26, 2008 19:11:44 GMT -5
They used to stalk another realm, on the fringes of society. They were basically that world's version of bogeymen. The Human's in that realm began to get technical, and moved past the medieval, and into the Gunpowder age. The Infernals were quickly hunted and killed. They fled across the vast ocean, then a vast plain, then over the mountains. They came out behind The Wall. The Sand Man actually escorted them past his Wall safely, as long as they didn't harm any of his sculptures. And then they started taking control. Most of the Infernal's plan to take over the entire realm, absorb the other Infernals into their army, and destroy The Wall. Once they destroy the wall and kill the Sand Man, they hope to travel back to their home realm and make the Men there pay. Revenge is Sweet  |
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Post by Hyperion on May 10, 2008 18:23:50 GMT -5
 Its an Infernal, burning to death. Yet he seems unfazed by it all, laughing at the hero, flaunting the Sandman weapon he managed to win at the cost of a permanent scar to the eye, along with the trophy "heads" of Infernals he himself has vanquished. He sways a doll back and forth, laughing, laughing because he knows that you are not going to live for much longer. Tick tock. |
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Post by Little on May 11, 2008 21:58:47 GMT -5
Vey nice! |
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Post by Little on Apr 25, 2009 16:17:10 GMT -5
((I'm back from the dead! ;D))
The united army stood still, gazing in awe at the massive Wall that seemed to go endlessly in both directions. A single figure was peering at the thousands of humans, and the dozen Infernal that had gathered between the sand statues. He raised his sword, the figure ancient with a grey beard that stretched down to his knees, but he was alive, and would be alive forever.
He knew the Infernals could not pass the Wall, but what if they could. His line of thought was interrupted by inhuman howling screams echoing up from his foes. Abruptly, the wall shook and a hairline fracture split through it.
The Sandman paled and readied his blade. This was it, the final battle from preventing Hell itself from leaking to other lands.
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He had finally done it, and that bloody fight at the village two centuries ago had only been the start. He had dominated the land all the way between the twin barriers, uniting an unholy league of his brethren under him, each leading an imposing army. They had marched for five years until they had reached the Wall, and then he had revealed his secret: he knew how they could break the Wall.
He had discovered it in the hands of a dead scholar in a ruin, a temple hidden under the oppressive weight of the Earth. As he had grabbed the withered parchment, a dozen ghouls had risen up, but he slew them with nary a a glance. The secret was to let loose a bloodcurdling cry, a scream so loud it could fracture the Wall itself.
He looked around, smiling under his cloak. His human army was writhing on the ground, clutching their ears as his eleven generals let loose another piercing scream. The Wall shattered, and the Sandman nimbly jumped down to the ground, massive blocks of solid sand crushing millions of his precious figures. The Sandman let out a scream and charged. The Infernals sprinted faster then any man, and the battle was underway.
In the end, two Infernals laid still, one cleaved in half and the other decapitated, He was still standing, and the Sandman was dead, the old man's final action breathing a bloody gasp that spat out two words...
"Aklizar Soul."
The figurines vanished, presumably to a place where they would be safe from those who would wish to harm them. That didn't bother the lead Infernal, who merely gathered his commanders(one was snacking on a human leg) and told them their time has come. They would traverse the mountains and the plain, travel across the ocean with their armies, and take their revenge on those who had exiled them. The human armies were too weak, but the leader had a few other tricks he learned from the battered, ancient, writings of a sorcerer....
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Post by Little on Apr 25, 2009 22:36:07 GMT -5
The remaining nine Infernal stood alone, the cold night wind billowing around their cloaks. The mountain range had been approached cautiously, the Infernals nervous of things so large. They were dead rock, true, but what if they weren't? After the battle that had allowed them to be freed, a discussion had taken place crucial to the plan: where could the figurines have gone?
And, within ten minutes, it had been logically discovered that the sculptures were in one of the mountains. The Sandman would never risk sending into the inhabited areas, and the plain would be far too open, so it would have to be a mountain. None of them knew what they find inside the hulking shapes of granite, but it would be surely helpful. Now, to open a mountain, that was the real problem...
The nine Infernals howled, the long screams echoing off the mountains, echoing into eternity, several small animals and birds dying at the sheer volume, let alone the haunting shriek. After the scream faded, a thousand small cracks could be heard, much too quiet for human ears to detect but simple for the Infernals to hear. They raced off through the peaks, stopping in shock when they found the mountain itself was splitting open.
Inside the massive cavern, they found the large gathering of the figures, each one unique, each one a beautiful being carved out of sandstone. A human would've been brought to tears at the mere sight of that many, but all the Infernals could see was pure blazing power. On the other side of the gigantic room lay a forge, dark and unfired. Drawing yellowed parchement from his pocket, the leader read out:
"I, Leuylais the Infernal, bid your fires to light for my dark purpose, the creating of monsters."
The words were whispered in a inhuman tone, the forge lit up, dark shadows being cast by blue flames. The Infernals shouted with dark glee, and began to shovel the frozen souls into the forge while Leuylais read unholy chants in a language long forgotten. As souls were piled in and readings continues, bumps popped up where clusters of sculptures used to be. The bumps slowly developed shape until one burst from the ground, freed from it's cold womb. The whole cavern shook suddenly as what appeared to be a man armored in steel and wielding a sword stood up and saluted. His skin was grey, and his eyes were a sickly shade of yellow. More bumps burst, revealing more troops that stood at attention, that were oblivious to their pain and the pain they would soon be causing...
Leuylais smiled, and read down the parchment.
'Your army shall be of the Da*ned, your mounts of the Vile, and your generals the Forsaken.'
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