Post by The Grey Knight on Jan 2, 2013 22:53:20 GMT -5
The purple chaos of The Void swirled about a figure that had been all but silhouetted due to the shadows and blackness within the plane. It walked tall and calmly through the oblivion as though it were nothing more than a summery afternoon in Demacia in this place where few had ever treaded. Suddenly it stopped in its tracks and beneath the armored helmet that had all but enveloped the head, a red light illuminated from where one assumed an eye would have been and pierced through the shadows beneath. In the deafening silence, a voice tore through and spoke softly in a maddening whisper from all around.
The dead tongue lingered in the air and the figure stood motionless before the flicker of the red light burned brighter in the abyss. A sword materialized of its accord into a gauntleted hand. It was an oversized runic longsword of old that seemed to have been forged from a metal as black as night. The blade itself extended to 6 feet in length and the hilt and handle of the weapon were engraved with detailed with the macabre etchings of multiple human faces screaming out.
“It finally begins.” The voice was that of an older male, deep and somewhat raspy. There was a coldness to it that was completely devoid of any semblance of emotion. The words sounded final. “Rest assured. The others will be informed. There will be no errors this time.”
There was a pause, as if the figure expected a response, but no answer ever came. With no other words to say, the fabric of reality tore and a portal was opened to an area on Runeterra where the planar borders had corroded and weakened. It stepped through and the portal closed behind.[/Size][/Color]
“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by The Grey Knight on Jan 5, 2013 5:28:37 GMT -5
A portal ripped into the ether and once more the figure emerged from it. This time, it was to be greeted by another within the expanse. While the other semi-armor clad figure towered over him, this one was by far smaller.
Leathery, dry brown skin stretch over a bone thin body that was covered here and there by a tattered purple robe that was accommodated by a red sash that that hung across its right shoulder. The hood was up and the face covered by what seemed to be a plain white ceramic mask that had been weathered from long ago.
“You have taken your precious time Knight. Tell me. Have you done what is needed to be done?” His voice was commanding and shrill, comparable to the sound of metal being dragged along metal and grinded until the edges were dull and flat.
The large one had not so much as flinched at the sound of the voice, the light within the helmet illuminated ever so slightly.
“The artifact has been put into place. What of the Prophet?”
“Indeed. What of him?” The shrill pitch took on a hint of sarcasm.
“He will fall just as the others have to these Runeterrans.”
“My dear, sweet, precious knight. His fate was sealed long ago. It matters not if he fails but simply that he sets certain events in motion and they currently are. You forget that The Old Ones know what they are doing. As a foulness they will know Them. Their hand is already at their throats, yet they see Them not; and Their habitation is even on one of their guarded threshold.” The slightest hint of a laugh emerged from beneath the mask.
“Come. I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me and you’ll find me rather sadistic when I grow weary.” For a moment his hand alit with a fire that matched the void in color before he drew some sort of sigil in the air, starting in a counter clockwise motion before cutting diagonally in the air, across and then waving his motions away.
A biting wind howled across the realm and a path illuminated before them in the abyss: a side walk of the skinned. Bloodless and grey, one would think it a mass grave of statues if not for the movement. They breathed, they moved, they moaned in silence and they tried to reach for help. Clonic spasms of individual muscles twitch as featureless, genderless faces writhed in silence beneath his feet. All cluttered together, they could only scream in complete in utter silence.
“Follow the path.”
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“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
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