Post by Ress on Feb 17, 2008 6:02:50 GMT -5
Resplendent earth, 18
*Within the dark and hollowed walls of the undead kingdom of Thorns. The tall, black robed, invincible Deathlord known as The Mask of Winters looked out over his shadowy and blasted lands, seeing the writhing and still moving husk of a behemoth of which he had built his citadel with in. He wore the angry mask as present... reminiscing of a much more ancient time and wounds that refuse to heal. From the darkness, a woman clad in a set of tiny leather shorts, a top that just barely covered her rather ample breasts, and sleeves which trailed down her slender arms in a criss cross pattern, until reduced to fishnets at her forearm. Her Jet black hair flowed in front of her, touching the cold stone floor in reverence to her undead master* " Wracked Raven... I once again have need of your services. Call to our allies among the local barbarians... fix strained trade lines... if needed, help local nations rise.. do whatever it takes to gather influence within the Scavenger Lands. I am afraid I will have to take my next steps quicker than I had planned... Solar.. know that I will not soon forget what it is you did... your lands will belong to me" *The woman raised her head, looking up at her master with her jade green eyes, her full , red lips quivering as a pleased smile crossed her pale, perfect face ( Appearance 5 )* As you wish my master... the young Solar to the North will find that no nation would dare strike an alliance with his petty, marked nation... we will crush the will of their people and plunge their lands into oblivion".
*Within the dark and hollowed walls of the undead kingdom of Thorns. The tall, black robed, invincible Deathlord known as The Mask of Winters looked out over his shadowy and blasted lands, seeing the writhing and still moving husk of a behemoth of which he had built his citadel with in. He wore the angry mask as present... reminiscing of a much more ancient time and wounds that refuse to heal. From the darkness, a woman clad in a set of tiny leather shorts, a top that just barely covered her rather ample breasts, and sleeves which trailed down her slender arms in a criss cross pattern, until reduced to fishnets at her forearm. Her Jet black hair flowed in front of her, touching the cold stone floor in reverence to her undead master* " Wracked Raven... I once again have need of your services. Call to our allies among the local barbarians... fix strained trade lines... if needed, help local nations rise.. do whatever it takes to gather influence within the Scavenger Lands. I am afraid I will have to take my next steps quicker than I had planned... Solar.. know that I will not soon forget what it is you did... your lands will belong to me" *The woman raised her head, looking up at her master with her jade green eyes, her full , red lips quivering as a pleased smile crossed her pale, perfect face ( Appearance 5 )* As you wish my master... the young Solar to the North will find that no nation would dare strike an alliance with his petty, marked nation... we will crush the will of their people and plunge their lands into oblivion".