Post by Ress on Jun 21, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
Resplendant wood, 10
* bursting out from the caravan line, a tall South-eastern man with long brown, curly hair ran.. chased close by four Caravan guards, each with spears. They shouted for him to stop, but the escaped save was determined to get his freedom at any cost, a look of a combination of fear and anger plastered upon the escaped slave.
He was making good distance, and almost lost them, but in running from the caravan trail and into some woods, he tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground, allowing the guards to catch up to him.
When they did, the guards laughed at this foolish slave and began to skewer him with their spears, seeking to make an example of him to the others.
The slave cried out in pain for a moment, but then stopped, not wanting to give these sadistic guards the pleasure of it... despite their glee at the river of blood that now poured from him.
The slave began feeling weak and losing concousness...... untill he felt a splinter of strength return to him, and the spears stop stabbing. A gasp came from one of the guards, and soon followed the sound of two spears hitting the ground. When the slave looked up, he saw he was in a grey bubble of dark light... and his wounds had stopped bleeding.
" Slave... you do not have to die... in fact.. you can place you death upon others. I, Walker in Darkness, seek to obtain you... with my help, you can bring pain to thise who allowed this to happen to you... with my help.... you can be The King of Pain"*
* bursting out from the caravan line, a tall South-eastern man with long brown, curly hair ran.. chased close by four Caravan guards, each with spears. They shouted for him to stop, but the escaped save was determined to get his freedom at any cost, a look of a combination of fear and anger plastered upon the escaped slave.
He was making good distance, and almost lost them, but in running from the caravan trail and into some woods, he tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground, allowing the guards to catch up to him.
When they did, the guards laughed at this foolish slave and began to skewer him with their spears, seeking to make an example of him to the others.
The slave cried out in pain for a moment, but then stopped, not wanting to give these sadistic guards the pleasure of it... despite their glee at the river of blood that now poured from him.
The slave began feeling weak and losing concousness...... untill he felt a splinter of strength return to him, and the spears stop stabbing. A gasp came from one of the guards, and soon followed the sound of two spears hitting the ground. When the slave looked up, he saw he was in a grey bubble of dark light... and his wounds had stopped bleeding.
" Slave... you do not have to die... in fact.. you can place you death upon others. I, Walker in Darkness, seek to obtain you... with my help, you can bring pain to thise who allowed this to happen to you... with my help.... you can be The King of Pain"*