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Date Posted: 05/22/05 2:42:09am Sun
Gasping for air, a man finally breaking the surface of water, escaping from the bottomless depths of despair, as his lungs drew in deep warm, sweet nectar breath. His eyes tigthening, the edges twitching almost painfully from the force he held those orbs closed, as if too terrified to reveal them.
The red aura seemed to grow excited, small strands of it wrapping itself about, interweaving around his skin, barely visible to the naked eye as it seemed to gently strike at Damuthca's skin, a baby snake...trying to escape its shell. His body having a brief spasm, his teeth biting down hard on his lip as a small trickle of blood ran down his cheek, slowly making its way downward.
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To the east of Escalvone, a great cloud rose from the horizon. Moving at incredible speed, the various townsfolk cursed, and went to the Majordomo of Escalvone. The guards calming the townsfolk down as quickly as they could, they efficiently prepared the defenses for some type of arcane attack. On edge, ever since the whole Phoenix ordeal, and then the strange theft of the Scroll, they were all paranoid, and expected the worse.
Their expectations were no where near what they saw, as a huge army of Forgotten flew toward them, the telltale glint of armor in thousands of huges and colors, hundreds of banners streaming for yards into the wind as they flew toward Escalvone.
The wind suddenly turned into a storm, as the first ranks landed, a mile outside the city, with countless landing behide the first ranks, as immediately formations and command posts were made, an entire host staying in the air, flying in intricate patterns as one broke away.
Powerful wings taking him to the city proper, he landed powerfully, his wings spreading outward as the guards stepped back from him, his presence sending chills down their spines as he raised...
The Dragon, the sword of the High Dragon himself. The robed man infront of them, carrying that blade, only held it upwards. The sun's light seemed to caress all the way to the tip of the blade, and stood there like a arrogrant sun. Drums suddenly began to resound across the city , the very earth trembling as the Emperor slowly lowered the blade, and just stared at those around him. Each was held in his gaze briefly, sizing the warriors around him, and approved of each. They in turn, could only wonder why the strange , zealous stare in his eyes, and why the sword of Damuthca could be in his hands...
" I, Claim the title of High Dragon, baring the sword that was given to me , and not taken by theft or murder. By virtue of holding this sword, my words are true. " He said, powerfully, magicks amplflying his voice so it resounded like a thunderstorm, breaking the confusion as defiance resounded across the city.
Then, the Lords of Escalvone came, prep'ed for battle. Each were much older then Damuthca. The scars of battle ran across their bodies, and one, an much eldery Forgotten, was missing his right eye from a horrible hunting accident. They stared at the sword that was still held out naked, easily at the side. Still the light clung to it, the blade beautiful in its grafting as knowing fingers held it. Their eyes slowly moving back, to the large army one mile away, as the drums became louder, and shouts of war began to make its way into the town, shaking some of them to the core.
" Where is the High Dragon Damuthca? " queried one of the Lords, the one missing his eye as his hand slowly fell over the handle of his sword, a katana much like the High Dragon. The tension exploded , each Lord expecting battle, and war, to suddenly fall upon them.
However, the robed man only sheathed the blade, though the strong clever hand remained upon the handle shaped in the shape of a dragon as he stared at the Lords, his eyes no longer holding the respect, the approval.
" Damuthca is alive, and with Tyrsis Escalvone. However I do not know where High Lord Damuthca is, because he is no longer High Lord. " He said, placing his words carefully. To call Damuthca High Lord, would give verbal credance against his sudden coup. To say " Damuthca " was alive, but High Lord Damuthca didn't exist, no such arguments could erupt.
He had been well trained by Damuthca, after all.
He smiled at the irony of that.
" We...we will discuss with you , and have council about this matter..unless you wish to decide it here...now.. " Said the same Lord, as the other lord's hands fell upon the handles of their blades, the soldiers around them twitching, itching for the first attack.
" I will attend this council, with your permission. I do not wish to start a senseless war unless I must. I come to simply take the title I rightly earned by holding the High Dragon. " He said, smoothly, even as the lords slowly released the handles of their blades, and took the Emperor inside the Temple of Escalvone, the army behide him cheering loudly as he entered....
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