Originally posted by ~Darkarius~
The silence permeated the area as heavily armored footsteps echoed from the distant shadows. Darkness seemed to slither closer while the vauge outline of a terrible warrior slowly came into view. As the covering darkness faded into the background, there stood a dark warrior, blood still dripping from the spikes at the base of his battle axe. The terrible glory of his visage could be felt by all those around him announcing his presence in this miserable land. Moving forward with the speed and grace of a Mauthe, the dark warrior approached the Father.
\"Father Zaylik, I, Darkarius Belthdor, Commander of your Army, hath recieved your summons. Your dark Army awaits your will on the surface. \"
Slowly removing his horned great helm and revealing a sight too terrible for the eye of any race to perceive, the dark warrior bowed before the Father awaiting His will.
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Originally posted by Zaylik
For with bowing comes respect ,with kneeling slavery.
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Father Zaylik Deymork turned slightly at the intrusion,his chalky white skin a stark contrast to his,silken crimson robes.
Dark ominous eyes shifted towards the dark warrior,for several heartbeats, no motion was made or breath percieved.The two beings seemed to repel, the light from there very presence.
Finally,nodding in approval Father Zaylik turned around fully facing Darkarius.Stretching out with a ghastly slender white hand he taps lightly twice upon Darkarius\'s Plate mail above his neck,creating a ringing resonance.
His eyes reflecting no emotion, Father Zaylik inquires in a soft voice,\"Do you suppose My child,The people comprehend the magnitude of misery their pitiful deaths will entail upon our hands?\"
A wistfull expression crosses his countenance as his features contort grimly upon his face.Then dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand,He purses his lips taking on a look of utter contempt.
He then informs Darkarius, \"It matters not,if they shall not bend their knees to me as servents,They shall be broke,They have refused the Truth,and follow thier own paths,lacking the graces of equals.
Shaking visably in barely controlled rage he glowers muttering gruffly \"I care not! Every women and child along with them shall be a lesson to others.Slay them all! The worms shall feast upon their remains laying upon the cold dank ground from which thier lives sprung.