Post by vexxcapez on Apr 18, 2012 15:13:16 GMT -5
The night was young, clear, stars filling the skies creating a cascade of luminosity throughout Mirugan. The sounds of singing, laughing, and children could be heard throughout Rull. The lanterns that lined the streets created a dim haze as the night strengthened. A breeze came, bringing a chill to the mid spring heat, cooling the minds and hearts of those around.
Silence shattered. Cries filling the night air. Children screaming for their mother. Zombies had filled Rull, an attack unprovoked. The streets seemed to pool with blood as if a rain storm had sprung from nothing. Fathers rallied, grabbing sword, axe, or bow, taking up arms to protect their families and neighbors. Guards could be seen fighting through the shadows, seemingly surrounded by the hundreds of minions that had filled the street. This did not feel the full power of Zasuti, there was a different touch to the madness. As if someone had placed a blade upon any that they could find. There seemed no precision, no tactic. Chaos filled the streets, chaos of an evil not holding back.
Screams of soldiers arriving, yelling of hordes seen moving towards Zicamia. Rull was not the target it seemed, perhaps something different entirely. Perhaps a distraction.
Zicamia glistened in the moonlight. The golden spires splintering the light of the moon, casting it upon the grounds. Swords clashed against swords, creating a sound of metallic hate. Men fought for their lives, casting their blades against zombies, the bows against Ghasts. Micah Keyshin raised his blade, bring it upon the head of a zombie, moving into the next group. His blade cutting through the air as a knife through butter. Victor Capez rallied men along the southern side of the town. Yells of hatred, anger.
As if sent by Zasuti himself, a portal arose, bringing with it minions of the Nether. Hundreds poured through the gates like a cascade of water breaking through a dam. The battle raged, pushing the forces of Zicamgar back, deeper into Zicamia. As if from legend itself, a hand emerged from the portal, grasping Micah, pulling him through to the Nether. Men cried, screamed, and yelled as they pushed their bodies to the limit.
Victor rallied, pushing his men towards the portal, pushing them till they could not stand. He had always told his men, if you cannot stand after a battle won, you left everything on the field. Micah appeared, running from the portal, an attempt at escape. Victor pushed his men to surround Micah, protect him at all costs. An arrow, as black as night itself flew through the portal, casting aside all dreams and hopes. Intended for its target, it struck home, flying through the back of Micah, through his heart. Blood quickly began to cover Micah's clothing, it was the shot that was true.
Micah passed, Suyen removing his knowledge and placing it into a urn. A legend dead. Hatred and anger filled Victor, as if watching his own family die from the evil that filled the land. Micah had been close to a brother to Victor. Grasping his blade, knuckles white, Victor charged towards the Portal and through, one thought on his mind. Hon. As if a trap prepared, the portal collapsed behind Victor, traping the former King.
Mourning had begun, mourning of the death of a legend. As if from the heavens itself, a note fell from the sky landing upon Serpum's feet.
"I have slain your former King, Victor. I have his head upon a stake for all my army to see. My shot was true, casting itself through Micah's heart. I have killed two of your legends. The light of Zicamgar shall fall upon the shadow Zasuti provides. The weak shall fall and the strong prevail. You have nothing left.
Signed, Hon"
Silence shattered. Cries filling the night air. Children screaming for their mother. Zombies had filled Rull, an attack unprovoked. The streets seemed to pool with blood as if a rain storm had sprung from nothing. Fathers rallied, grabbing sword, axe, or bow, taking up arms to protect their families and neighbors. Guards could be seen fighting through the shadows, seemingly surrounded by the hundreds of minions that had filled the street. This did not feel the full power of Zasuti, there was a different touch to the madness. As if someone had placed a blade upon any that they could find. There seemed no precision, no tactic. Chaos filled the streets, chaos of an evil not holding back.
Screams of soldiers arriving, yelling of hordes seen moving towards Zicamia. Rull was not the target it seemed, perhaps something different entirely. Perhaps a distraction.
Zicamia glistened in the moonlight. The golden spires splintering the light of the moon, casting it upon the grounds. Swords clashed against swords, creating a sound of metallic hate. Men fought for their lives, casting their blades against zombies, the bows against Ghasts. Micah Keyshin raised his blade, bring it upon the head of a zombie, moving into the next group. His blade cutting through the air as a knife through butter. Victor Capez rallied men along the southern side of the town. Yells of hatred, anger.
As if sent by Zasuti himself, a portal arose, bringing with it minions of the Nether. Hundreds poured through the gates like a cascade of water breaking through a dam. The battle raged, pushing the forces of Zicamgar back, deeper into Zicamia. As if from legend itself, a hand emerged from the portal, grasping Micah, pulling him through to the Nether. Men cried, screamed, and yelled as they pushed their bodies to the limit.
Victor rallied, pushing his men towards the portal, pushing them till they could not stand. He had always told his men, if you cannot stand after a battle won, you left everything on the field. Micah appeared, running from the portal, an attempt at escape. Victor pushed his men to surround Micah, protect him at all costs. An arrow, as black as night itself flew through the portal, casting aside all dreams and hopes. Intended for its target, it struck home, flying through the back of Micah, through his heart. Blood quickly began to cover Micah's clothing, it was the shot that was true.
Micah passed, Suyen removing his knowledge and placing it into a urn. A legend dead. Hatred and anger filled Victor, as if watching his own family die from the evil that filled the land. Micah had been close to a brother to Victor. Grasping his blade, knuckles white, Victor charged towards the Portal and through, one thought on his mind. Hon. As if a trap prepared, the portal collapsed behind Victor, traping the former King.
Mourning had begun, mourning of the death of a legend. As if from the heavens itself, a note fell from the sky landing upon Serpum's feet.
"I have slain your former King, Victor. I have his head upon a stake for all my army to see. My shot was true, casting itself through Micah's heart. I have killed two of your legends. The light of Zicamgar shall fall upon the shadow Zasuti provides. The weak shall fall and the strong prevail. You have nothing left.
Signed, Hon"
