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Date Posted: 10/12/04 4:09:41am Tue
The rain ceased, at last. The storm had lasted hours, the rain had dampened everyones spirits, as rain often does. Children cannot go out and play, so they sit, staring out of the window, dreaming and pleading for the rain to go away, go away to rain another day.
The clouds remained as soon as water ceased, briefly as the sun tried to pierce the titanic shield blocking it's way to the world desiring its warmth. So the clouds eventually gave way to the sun's demands, and shafts of honey gently fell upon the world, causing cries of glee of the children.
And cries of warning from the watch towers.
The entire horizon was a dark line. With banners rippling against the wind as the soldiers marched in the muddy terrain, just out of arrow shot. The number was roughly ten thousand strong, each bearing the banner of the Karanika, the Human Empire.
Five men, each on horseback and bedecked in the most glorious of armor that many have ever seen, slowly rode toward the city's massive gates. One of them was not in the armor of a warrior, but the robes of a scholar, his eyes seemingly piercing thru the walls, ground, and flesh as he stared.
One of the armored men, his armor less majestic then the one that orginally rode at the front, continued as the other four ceased, close enough within earshot as he shouted.
" My Lord, Karanik The Sandstorm, wishes to speak with teh Lady Zenra of Hogoromo. We are here to hear your terms of surrender. " He said, his voice having a strong streak of anger as the entire army behide him banged their swords against their shields, the effect like a thunderclap.
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" Sublime Pleasure... " he gently whispered, running his hands in the air even as Wyrd appeared infront of him. Undaunted, the spell finished as if he was fully expecting the bizaare beast that was Wyrd. In some large cavern that existed on a Demiplane, a seed sprung from the Multiverse that grew into the personal home of Impazaeal. It was nothing but a rolling plain of dust and ash, with thunderstorms clashing in an epic duel of some sort.
His large batlike wings spread out behide him as he smiled, showing his fierce mouth filled with fangs as his glowing orbs of molten steel slowly looked around, as if expecting someone else.
" Hello Wyrd, Are you quite prepared to be Unwoven? " He said, nonchalantly. Like a third eye, the flesh on his forehead parted, showing a radiant jewel that resemebled some horn as it slowly faded into a dark sapphire like color, with a dim light within, no bigger then an inch.
Impazaeal smiled at those raging eyes.
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