Post by coolcreepers on Feb 18, 2012 8:06:04 GMT -5
At the gleaming war tower that kissed the sky in Arcania, Dosk waited, for a burst of knowledge, ideas, or anything really. Knowing Zathia was after him, he couldn't risk being sad, lonely, or any other emotion similar. Zathia toys with your mind, making you see things you would never want to. He could create your worst dreams and make them become reality in your mind. He can make you rip out your own skin hairs to relinquish the pain. Back at the king's encampment, Zathia had had a run down with Shezz, Serpum, Ezio and Quob. Ezio, falling into Zathia's plan, stabbed Dosk to 'kill' Zathia himself. Turn's out he didn't realize he is not a physical entity, but a spiritual devil, bent on trickery and sadness. Staring into the night, Dosk lost all memory, but stared, for what seemed an eternity. Flashbacks rushed into his mind like a gauge opening in a sewer, filling him with pain and sadness...
A dark Laugh echoed from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even Dosk himself. A scaly hand ran it's fingertips through his chain mail Armour, the ear wrenching sound of metal colliding with sharp fingertips. A scaly face of serrated teeth and lizard's eyes stared down at the worried warrior. The edges of his mouth came to a point, extending out to what looked like a secondary mouth around the real one. Scales collided and overlapped into an amazing work of symmetry, and the almost glowing red eyes looked down. Only two emotions came from the devilish look on his face. Happiness and excitement. Two things no one would see the devil to bare. His face twisted like a small bird looking at his food, but more human-like and slowly. The red and black cladded creature stood two times as tall as Dosk himself, thus why Zathia was looking down.
His voice was similar to running a sharp object by a chalkboard and he almost slowed his speech down so much, it was almost like he saw Dosk as a child. The tone of it was not Fear nor excitement. No one could make out what his tone of voice was, making it even more sinister. "Who, Dosk, who can stop the impaaalling hail and thuunder offf fiiire and water?" the tall being asked. "You - you are human, what happened?" Dosk replied, trying to move from what seemed like invisible bounds.
Within a blink of an eye Zathia turned himself into the 48 year old man he was, and back again. "Maaagic" He said, a grin on his fine white serated teeth. Dosk went to grab his golden sword when the black and purple smoke he knew all to well curdled around him.
"No,no." Zathia continued "No killing, well, atleast not from you,"
Dosk looked into the madly evil eyes of his 'brother' and he knew what he was about to do. "You can't kill me, you wouldn't want to, I know that," Dosk said while starting to breath heavily.
"Exactly why it would be more fun" Zathia chuckled, looking at his obsidian sword - atleast the size of a grown man. Within a lightning strike, a scream echoed throughout Arcania, waking many folks. The once white lightning truned into a sinister shade of dark purple, and the moon cracked ever so slightly so an ooze emerged from it, barely visible. "Come, my brothers, time to feast," Evil smoke came into the tower and ghastly noises emitted from it. As Ven came up the tower to see what was wrong from his woodcutting session, it was all too late.
"No..." He murmured, staring into a destroyed skeleton.
A dark Laugh echoed from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even Dosk himself. A scaly hand ran it's fingertips through his chain mail Armour, the ear wrenching sound of metal colliding with sharp fingertips. A scaly face of serrated teeth and lizard's eyes stared down at the worried warrior. The edges of his mouth came to a point, extending out to what looked like a secondary mouth around the real one. Scales collided and overlapped into an amazing work of symmetry, and the almost glowing red eyes looked down. Only two emotions came from the devilish look on his face. Happiness and excitement. Two things no one would see the devil to bare. His face twisted like a small bird looking at his food, but more human-like and slowly. The red and black cladded creature stood two times as tall as Dosk himself, thus why Zathia was looking down.
His voice was similar to running a sharp object by a chalkboard and he almost slowed his speech down so much, it was almost like he saw Dosk as a child. The tone of it was not Fear nor excitement. No one could make out what his tone of voice was, making it even more sinister. "Who, Dosk, who can stop the impaaalling hail and thuunder offf fiiire and water?" the tall being asked. "You - you are human, what happened?" Dosk replied, trying to move from what seemed like invisible bounds.
Within a blink of an eye Zathia turned himself into the 48 year old man he was, and back again. "Maaagic" He said, a grin on his fine white serated teeth. Dosk went to grab his golden sword when the black and purple smoke he knew all to well curdled around him.
"No,no." Zathia continued "No killing, well, atleast not from you,"
Dosk looked into the madly evil eyes of his 'brother' and he knew what he was about to do. "You can't kill me, you wouldn't want to, I know that," Dosk said while starting to breath heavily.
"Exactly why it would be more fun" Zathia chuckled, looking at his obsidian sword - atleast the size of a grown man. Within a lightning strike, a scream echoed throughout Arcania, waking many folks. The once white lightning truned into a sinister shade of dark purple, and the moon cracked ever so slightly so an ooze emerged from it, barely visible. "Come, my brothers, time to feast," Evil smoke came into the tower and ghastly noises emitted from it. As Ven came up the tower to see what was wrong from his woodcutting session, it was all too late.
"No..." He murmured, staring into a destroyed skeleton.
