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The Ruins of Man, A place where the wild may rest.
By: Kevin Alexander Lunaris Date: June 2, 2016, 8:20 am
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Mans influence on the world will be forever seen. From ancient
times animals have been hunted, the wilds of nature have been
encroached on and as man continues to thrive the wilds continue
to die. But every once in awhile something beautiful happens. A
civilization is destroyed, or its patrons decide to move on.
Left unattended their former homes and castles absolve into
ruin. Trees overgrown the stone, weeds break through the paved
streets, the wild comes back to a place it was once chased from.
This is where our setting takes place. The large castle of a
former king, long since abandoned and forgotten. The decay of
its structures accompanied by the life of nature springing
fourth bring an almost breathtaking site. This is where the
wild comes to rest. Animals find shelter and being of old power
take up their home from time to time. Here Lunaris lay about
the ruin. Taking in the sun and resting for a time.
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Re: The Ruins of Man, A place where the wild may rest.
By: DonDonWethington Date: July 30, 2016, 2:24 pm
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".... Ha ha ha ha..........hahahahah..... GWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
A deranged laughter broke the silence that had plagued the land
for centuries. A creature with terrible skin and a rotting
stench appeared in the shadows behind the throne. A grim figured
appeared fully coughing and laughing in a crazed manner. The
being known as Twisted had finally materialized in a realm left
barren. He would snicker his surrounding for what seemed like
years. As his unending laugh echoed through the realm, the earth
seemed to groan in pain for it begun to decay. The laughter of
true meaningless glee had finally broke the mind of Vic Mortiz's
general. How ever at one moment the laughter stopped and the
spirit ritual could begin.
The first ritual was the purification of the damned. The lord to
this man had killed many of realms and stored their souls inside
of Twisted's mind. The shaman general would begin by placing the
bones of the master in a strange set-up much like making a
bonfire. When the structure was build, twisted would pull out
some dark sand like substance and pour it all around the pit in
the shape of the Vic Mortiz emblem. He would then begin to
build pillars of stone that would hold a skull on each; there
were 3 of them. He would step back and look to his creation and
chuckle a bit.
Green flames would ignite from the skulls and the emblem would
glow are subtle purple. The eyes of the structure built in the
middle began to glow red. As the ritual began the clouds would
cover the entire world he was on. The weather completely changed
as well for the wind became harsh and threatening. Twisted began
to chant in the ancient Babylonian tongue. As he spoke, the
glyph around the structure would emit even stronger light than
before. Almost blinding to the stars themselves.
If an outsider were to be looking on this from different realms
or dimensions one would feel pure sorrow and fear. Twisted
chanting became louder and louder, only to be taken over by the
voices of hundreds of billion souls being released into this
world. Souls would fly out of the shaman and begin filling the
planet with wraith energy. The gloomy ritual would began to
diminish and decay over a small amount of time. As he spoke the
last chant in the infinite different voices he would stand there
emitting a strong aura over the entire planet. He and the Planet
became one.
His appearance became more demonic because of the mask Becoming
possessed with the master's will, but the mind of all those he
has murdered. His dark green and red aura filled the area with
malice and hate. The souls forever locked on a planet that knows
no heaven or hell. The souls of the Master Vic Mortiz have
finally found rest, but in a place where torture is worse then
any devil could imagine.
"On this day..... The planet became
ME....HEHEHHEHAHHAHAHEHHEHHEHAHAHH..." Only demonic laugher and
tears could be heard from this plane. Only to know the monsters
of the past could never be satisfied... not even in todays time.
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