Post by Koroza Oberon on Feb 26, 2014 0:04:53 GMT -5
September 9, 23 CLE
The only life in Uristan could be found in the area around its shore, granted such life was only that of fish that dared to stray close to the magic contaminated coast. The combination of heat and lack of resources made it hard for any life to be sustained, granted such concerns did not trouble the undead, Only the weak living were concerned about food and water, or the heat of the unforgiving and burning sun. However, the captured nomads were more concerned about a rage that burned just as bright, and was even more unforgiving than the sun itself. This rage belonged to a now unarmed, undead general, and it was more than evident that he was less then pleased about it. As they came to the shore where the unliving had landed, Koroza would be the first to approach the general of the Shadow Isles bearing both grim and good news. His souless eyes would settle on Hecarim, before stomping over to him. Bits of sand were catapulted into the air as his armored boots hit the ground.
"My lord, we have brought some of the nomads as we were requested, but there has been an unfortunate change of circumstances." Koroza would say, an undertone of rage could be heard in his voice, though it was clearly not directed at his commanding officer. He had just gotten out of one bad situation and would rather not be placed into it again. "A dragon caught us by surprise, and demanded my axe or threatened to destroy if I did not surrender it. At first I tried to trick it to come down, but to no avail. The creature could not be negotiated with. Therefore, I gave up my axe, fortunately that cursed weapon is bound to me, and will return by dawn. However, I fear that will bring the dragon down upon us and our forces, what shall we do, my lord?"
The only life in Uristan could be found in the area around its shore, granted such life was only that of fish that dared to stray close to the magic contaminated coast. The combination of heat and lack of resources made it hard for any life to be sustained, granted such concerns did not trouble the undead, Only the weak living were concerned about food and water, or the heat of the unforgiving and burning sun. However, the captured nomads were more concerned about a rage that burned just as bright, and was even more unforgiving than the sun itself. This rage belonged to a now unarmed, undead general, and it was more than evident that he was less then pleased about it. As they came to the shore where the unliving had landed, Koroza would be the first to approach the general of the Shadow Isles bearing both grim and good news. His souless eyes would settle on Hecarim, before stomping over to him. Bits of sand were catapulted into the air as his armored boots hit the ground.
"My lord, we have brought some of the nomads as we were requested, but there has been an unfortunate change of circumstances." Koroza would say, an undertone of rage could be heard in his voice, though it was clearly not directed at his commanding officer. He had just gotten out of one bad situation and would rather not be placed into it again. "A dragon caught us by surprise, and demanded my axe or threatened to destroy if I did not surrender it. At first I tried to trick it to come down, but to no avail. The creature could not be negotiated with. Therefore, I gave up my axe, fortunately that cursed weapon is bound to me, and will return by dawn. However, I fear that will bring the dragon down upon us and our forces, what shall we do, my lord?"
