DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       H.E.L.L Factory
  HTML https://hellfactoryandfriends.createaforum.com
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       *****************************************************
   DIR Return to: Story Time Corner
       *****************************************************
       #Post#: 5551--------------------------------------------------
       The awakening. [First Draft]
       By: Overlordnim Date: August 4, 2013, 11:31 pm
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       Deep within the North, past the cold tundras of blinding white,
       and wisping winds. A plane of ice lied dormant, long sense
       forgotten from the mind of mortals, and unwatched by the
       immortal. Lied a tomb deep within the frozen earth, it had been
       dormant for so long.. so cold.. No one remembered the one they
       left here.. No one remembers the man they destroyed.. No one
       cares for his sanity, for his loved ones, for his family.. No
       one cared when they slaughtered his people, and destroyed his
       home..
       The slumbering being's thoughts wandered, a swirl of hatred lied
       deeply growing in his heart, something soon to decay it's
       casing. All he knew were shadows.. darkness, and the cold
       embrace of this land, his dreams were repeating, always
       repeating his defeat, repeating his past, repeating his
       sealing.. The moment he was locked away, it had started to
       unfold in a horrible game. Had they only kept him within reach
       of death, had they only taken his dark heart.. But no.. No. They
       did nothing for him. They did nothing to stop this.. THEY DID
       NOTHING!
       A cringe was felt within the earth, the ice above cracked and
       groaned in a wall of pain, as it felt an impaling force awaken.
       A tinge of shadow, black like oil that seeped out upon the pure
       white snow, a dark cloud transpired over head, as the scream of
       a man. No. Once a man, but now a mere lich from many years ago,
       a ghost of the hated past. This scream crawled out into the
       night, and echoed from the crack deep within the ice. Above
       shadow hounds gathered, the proclaimed hounds of Xintrath
       himself, they came in all the groups they had, forming from the
       ground in brisk shadows and shades, their white gazes staring
       out into the distance, but their focus was upon what was to
       transpire.
       The earth quaked, and curled, spikes of ice drove themselves to
       the surface, as a clawing was heard, it was a clawing of dread,
       but the hounds howled and growled in joy. A hand reached the
       surface, clawing it's way out of the ice, came an arm, and then
       a body, a face covered in a mask of skin, a sealing bind written
       in blood upon it's face, the being rose, his arms thin, almost
       to the point of bone, his skin white, and deathly. His robes,
       once so rich in color, now lied as tattered and grayed rags upon
       his undead body. His hands came up, boney fingers that led to
       long unkept nails dug into this bag of flesh, ripping away at
       the long since broken binding, the flesh ripped like paper, but
       was as thick as leather, and as his pale decayed face was shown
       to the darkness, his eyes glowing a gold filled with pain and
       hate, and his hair so long and gray fell from the bound bag, he
       let out a scream once more, his fanged teeth open for the world
       to see, his face covered in tears of blood, and black oil. The
       hounds howled and screamed with him, all in joy of this unmanly
       being, for their master had finally returned..
       ....Their master had returned....
       *****************************************************