Post by Dragonheart on Nov 27, 2006 8:21:35 GMT -5
A black, rainy night. Moonless. Shadow crept through the darkness, ready to snatch their unsuspecting prey. After two centuries of peace, these people had forgotten what danger meant, forgotten to keep an eye open just incase. They would pay for it in blood and the lose of their cities. He would take them one by one with his followers and then Alagaesia would fall into his darkness, a shadow.
And so, he sat from above on the Helgrind, watching with and seeing with crystal clear vision the masacre that was taking place below. His soldiers had broken through the pitiful gate easily and were swarming through the city like silent shadows. The city of Dras-Leona was collapsing quicker than if he had knocked down a tent. He had been hoping for more of a challenge than this.
After a while, he saw a small resistance force form. Merely a rabble of untrained farmers attempting to delay the murder of their wives and children. Tonight's slaughter was necessary. It would teach them obidience. If they cooperated after this, no more harm need befall them. He was a stern ruler but not an unfair one.
The night wore on and yet Dras-Leona defended itself, each strike back weaker and weaker. The city was a dying animal, growing weaker with each passing moment like the shallow breaths of a deer pierced through the chest with an arrow. By morning she would fall, and he would take control. None would stand in his way now.
And so, he sat from above on the Helgrind, watching with and seeing with crystal clear vision the masacre that was taking place below. His soldiers had broken through the pitiful gate easily and were swarming through the city like silent shadows. The city of Dras-Leona was collapsing quicker than if he had knocked down a tent. He had been hoping for more of a challenge than this.
After a while, he saw a small resistance force form. Merely a rabble of untrained farmers attempting to delay the murder of their wives and children. Tonight's slaughter was necessary. It would teach them obidience. If they cooperated after this, no more harm need befall them. He was a stern ruler but not an unfair one.
The night wore on and yet Dras-Leona defended itself, each strike back weaker and weaker. The city was a dying animal, growing weaker with each passing moment like the shallow breaths of a deer pierced through the chest with an arrow. By morning she would fall, and he would take control. None would stand in his way now.