Name: Anonymous 2007-07-06 9:59 ID:NVZxQ1U2
"How go...our plans?"
The dark form shifted in the shadows, darknes obscuring its face under a black hood. It extended a pointy figner at the other figure, which nodded. It bore black robes with red markings, the runes twisted and evil with hate, whereas the first figure's black armor was unadorned and ebony black.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan, my lord. Our preparations are in order. The Shadow Realm is ready to march."
"Excelent," the red-marked figure cackled. "After aeons of waiting, we have come at last to this moment. Our true intentions go unsuspected."
"But what of...the Prophecy?"
The red-marked figure waved a dismissive hand. "Not even fate can stand against our strength now. At any rate, I have already dispatched...agents, who will be dealing with the matter shortly."
"Indeed?" The face of the figure shrouded in darkness could not be seen, yet there was the impression of a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. You know how these things go, Azorydas. Before the next Eclypse, the child will be dead, and we shall be crowned the kings of Midlunth. Or better than kings...gods."
"It shall be as you say, my lord," the dark figure said, turned, and sunk even deeper into darkness. The red-marked figure walked in the oposite direction and stepped onto a small balcony on the west side of the Shadow Tower.
As it gazed from the heights upon the army stretched from the base of the tower to the horizon, colored red by the light of the setting sun and making blade and shield glint, a cruel smile played on its lips.
"I am coming back to reclaim what is mine...Vindael."
The dark form shifted in the shadows, darknes obscuring its face under a black hood. It extended a pointy figner at the other figure, which nodded. It bore black robes with red markings, the runes twisted and evil with hate, whereas the first figure's black armor was unadorned and ebony black.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan, my lord. Our preparations are in order. The Shadow Realm is ready to march."
"Excelent," the red-marked figure cackled. "After aeons of waiting, we have come at last to this moment. Our true intentions go unsuspected."
"But what of...the Prophecy?"
The red-marked figure waved a dismissive hand. "Not even fate can stand against our strength now. At any rate, I have already dispatched...agents, who will be dealing with the matter shortly."
"Indeed?" The face of the figure shrouded in darkness could not be seen, yet there was the impression of a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. You know how these things go, Azorydas. Before the next Eclypse, the child will be dead, and we shall be crowned the kings of Midlunth. Or better than kings...gods."
"It shall be as you say, my lord," the dark figure said, turned, and sunk even deeper into darkness. The red-marked figure walked in the oposite direction and stepped onto a small balcony on the west side of the Shadow Tower.
As it gazed from the heights upon the army stretched from the base of the tower to the horizon, colored red by the light of the setting sun and making blade and shield glint, a cruel smile played on its lips.
"I am coming back to reclaim what is mine...Vindael."