| Subject: The last gust of a storm |
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Impazaeal
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Date Posted: 11/ 3/04 8:20:54pm Wed
Urban warfare. Fightning within the streets, huge companies of twenty of more soldiers, both Forgotten and Human alike, found themselves suddenly assasinated by a few idle debris and what appeared to be already corpses. Curving blades and darts coated in venom lashing out with perfect accuracy as the shadows moved onward, fraying the web at the edges, knawing at the weakness.
The human leader had long since fallen, one of the first thru the gates as he fell, the legendary warrior of his people labeled the sandstorm falling without so much a few crosses of his sword with the much older expereinced Forgotten.
The humans were fleeing, some forming in small bands to try to fight their way out , but most find only the vengenance of the Forgottens, or Wyrd, or Seraph. Regardless, they found death.
The wind grew cold, as iron filled the air in the form of blood. Already the entire city stank of the corpses as they relieved themselves of the shit this world held over it. Carrion birds flocking around the city in great numbers as they could smell the banquet within the once peaceful realm of Hogoromo.
Impazaeal watched it all, his ember eyes gleaming from the top of Zenra's palace. His eyes burned with amusement and pleasure. This had been more fun then he had seen in hundreds of years! Chuckling as he felt each stroke , living thru the other's carnage as he shuddered in delight as more then one innocent soul fell.
He grinned, the human race wouldn't trade so easily with the Forgottens now, no matter who " started " this fight. They would make their own scrying attempts, and would draw their own conclusions.
His eyes scanned the region, and noticed two elves running at a soldiers sprint , then breaking out into a full run. They wore the clothing of messengers, and one was nearly soaked in blood, though even Impazaeal could not see if it was his own or not.
With that, he left, back to the Underground caverns of the Dark Mistress, his lil pet.
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The two elves ran out right, the one bloodied lagging behide a bit, but unoticed by his companion as he fell. Their mission was clear as the elf continued, screaming to the top of his lungs for aid.
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