Post by Ress on Apr 8, 2008 3:11:53 GMT -5
Ascending wood, 10
* Amidst a blood soaked battlefield, the clash of two armies could be heard in all directions, even seen by nearby barbarian tribes. the smell of rancid flesh and festering corpses hung thick in the air like a fog. at one side, a horde of soldiers, clad in black armor, lined with the bones and blasphemous trappings of the dead... on the other side, barbarians in crude armor made from scraps of steel and water buffalo hide. And plowing through the flailing masses of living and dead warriors, strode a much changed and barely recognizable man... pale white with sunken black eyes.. frail looking, but deceptively so, as he batted aside grown men like domestic dogs. A Barbarian, heavily covered in more efficient armor and finer pelts of water buffalo began defending backwards, trying to rally his men* "Stop for no one! We must protect our ancestors from the desecrater's!!"
*But this was spoken too soon... because under their very feet, the bones and rotting corpses of their dead rose up and began attacking them.. gathering them into a circle, leaving the barbarians helpless.. and from the mass of dead and those almost indistinguishable from the dead, strode the sickly looking, yet powerful leader* " Your army is decimated... your ancestors belong to us... and your lands are our spoils... I will now give you the shame of walking away alive, people of the Water Buffalo Tribe
* The adorned barbarian, who could only be the chief gritted his teeth in anger as he clenched his fists. tears streamed down his face as many of his battle hardened men began sobbing, in despair that their beloved ancestors had forsaken them for their enemy's*
" I know who you are.. Thule! You used to be our friend.. our tribes worked together against the oppressive Dragon-Blooded and Deathlords, which used to be a mutual enemy to both my Watter Buffalo Tribe and your Hawk Tribe.."
* The death like Thule smirked, then gave a short cackle* " We are no longer the hawk tribe... we are the Hungry Ghost Tribe.. and these are our lands now... leave immediately, Forgotten Tribe" * without another word.. the Tribe once known as Water Buffalo turned and left, sobbing as they were driven off their home for places unknown within the scavenger lands. without ancestors, a home, or their culture.. they were now dishonored nomads* " Victory for Necropolis.... Wrecked Raven will be pleased to hear this"!
* Amidst a blood soaked battlefield, the clash of two armies could be heard in all directions, even seen by nearby barbarian tribes. the smell of rancid flesh and festering corpses hung thick in the air like a fog. at one side, a horde of soldiers, clad in black armor, lined with the bones and blasphemous trappings of the dead... on the other side, barbarians in crude armor made from scraps of steel and water buffalo hide. And plowing through the flailing masses of living and dead warriors, strode a much changed and barely recognizable man... pale white with sunken black eyes.. frail looking, but deceptively so, as he batted aside grown men like domestic dogs. A Barbarian, heavily covered in more efficient armor and finer pelts of water buffalo began defending backwards, trying to rally his men* "Stop for no one! We must protect our ancestors from the desecrater's!!"
*But this was spoken too soon... because under their very feet, the bones and rotting corpses of their dead rose up and began attacking them.. gathering them into a circle, leaving the barbarians helpless.. and from the mass of dead and those almost indistinguishable from the dead, strode the sickly looking, yet powerful leader* " Your army is decimated... your ancestors belong to us... and your lands are our spoils... I will now give you the shame of walking away alive, people of the Water Buffalo Tribe
* The adorned barbarian, who could only be the chief gritted his teeth in anger as he clenched his fists. tears streamed down his face as many of his battle hardened men began sobbing, in despair that their beloved ancestors had forsaken them for their enemy's*
" I know who you are.. Thule! You used to be our friend.. our tribes worked together against the oppressive Dragon-Blooded and Deathlords, which used to be a mutual enemy to both my Watter Buffalo Tribe and your Hawk Tribe.."
* The death like Thule smirked, then gave a short cackle* " We are no longer the hawk tribe... we are the Hungry Ghost Tribe.. and these are our lands now... leave immediately, Forgotten Tribe" * without another word.. the Tribe once known as Water Buffalo turned and left, sobbing as they were driven off their home for places unknown within the scavenger lands. without ancestors, a home, or their culture.. they were now dishonored nomads* " Victory for Necropolis.... Wrecked Raven will be pleased to hear this"!