Post by The Ruined King on Mar 15, 2013 2:31:41 GMT -5
March 31st, 23 CLE
Azazel walked upon the calm deep blue waters towards the Demacian coastal beach, each step causing the water to ripple outwards, if one were to look, it would appear as though a shadow of a man in black summoner robes were simply taking a stroll in the perfect weather... Across the water. Even more peculiar, the robes he wore seemed to be moving, pulsating even with every step he took. Black mist seeped from the robes, rolling down the form of the man before floating along the top of the water and spreading out towards the sandy beach.
His eyes were focused on the silhoutte of Demacia far off in the distance slowly becoming enveloped in the a dark fog... It was time. The Demacian forces will be occupied...
Azazel raises his arms above his head, the black fog begins coiling upwards off the water and form a ball in his hands, he says a single word that rings out across the Demacian city-state,
[shadow=black,left,300]"RISE."[/shadow]
All at once the calm Ocean around the shrouded figure would explode upwards as hundreds upon hundreds of massive once sunken ships rise from the water spanding the whole length of the Demacian coast. Each ship looked to be rotten, covered in mould and seaweed... Their sails however looked to be made of dark green ethereal flames.
Hundreds upon thousands of dead sealife bubble to the surface as the undead ships roll across the water as if the very presence of the undead drained the life from them. As they near the shore, the water around the boats begins to break as legions upon legions of the undead rise from the waters marching across the beach.
Their numbers were countless, spanning almost the whole coast as they marched forwards. Where their feet touched, the life was torn from the land, grass decayed and turned black under their feet. As if on queue, they stop and tilt their heads back, their rotten jaws hanging open as a thousand voices roar scream into the air in union,
[shadow=red,left,300]"I AM LEGION! FOR WE! ARE! MANY!!!"[/shadow]
The Ruined King had sent one of his most perfect creations to be the main force, they required no supplies and never fatigued, the creature known as Legion, it possessed hundreds of the once wondering corpses of the Shadow Isles and turned them into a single army with but one thought. Destroy the living.
Azazel was now upon the shore, Hecarim and the other lesser commanders of the undead army by his side, he turns to Hecarim and bows in respect,
"Your command, sir?"
Azazel walked upon the calm deep blue waters towards the Demacian coastal beach, each step causing the water to ripple outwards, if one were to look, it would appear as though a shadow of a man in black summoner robes were simply taking a stroll in the perfect weather... Across the water. Even more peculiar, the robes he wore seemed to be moving, pulsating even with every step he took. Black mist seeped from the robes, rolling down the form of the man before floating along the top of the water and spreading out towards the sandy beach.
His eyes were focused on the silhoutte of Demacia far off in the distance slowly becoming enveloped in the a dark fog... It was time. The Demacian forces will be occupied...
Azazel raises his arms above his head, the black fog begins coiling upwards off the water and form a ball in his hands, he says a single word that rings out across the Demacian city-state,
[shadow=black,left,300]"RISE."[/shadow]
All at once the calm Ocean around the shrouded figure would explode upwards as hundreds upon hundreds of massive once sunken ships rise from the water spanding the whole length of the Demacian coast. Each ship looked to be rotten, covered in mould and seaweed... Their sails however looked to be made of dark green ethereal flames.
Hundreds upon thousands of dead sealife bubble to the surface as the undead ships roll across the water as if the very presence of the undead drained the life from them. As they near the shore, the water around the boats begins to break as legions upon legions of the undead rise from the waters marching across the beach.
Their numbers were countless, spanning almost the whole coast as they marched forwards. Where their feet touched, the life was torn from the land, grass decayed and turned black under their feet. As if on queue, they stop and tilt their heads back, their rotten jaws hanging open as a thousand voices roar scream into the air in union,
[shadow=red,left,300]"I AM LEGION! FOR WE! ARE! MANY!!!"[/shadow]
The Ruined King had sent one of his most perfect creations to be the main force, they required no supplies and never fatigued, the creature known as Legion, it possessed hundreds of the once wondering corpses of the Shadow Isles and turned them into a single army with but one thought. Destroy the living.
Azazel was now upon the shore, Hecarim and the other lesser commanders of the undead army by his side, he turns to Hecarim and bows in respect,
"Your command, sir?"
