The Overlord Test

[shadow2345]

As he sat there… sat there on his throne of bone, he sensed someone approaching. The figure on the throne looked up, the hood over its head covering its face in shadow. The shadows hid its true face, the shadows hid Death itself. The figure sat there, sat there for what seemed like an eternity… sat there on its throne of bone, waiting, just waiting for whoever it was to show themselves and free it. A crack of light spilled into the massive chamber as the sound of heavy oak doors scraping on stone came forth. The crack grew with the opening of the doors until a man could be seen standing in the dim hallway that led into Death’s throne room. The man looked up… looked up at the King of Death.

 

The man smiled lightly, unsurely as he moved toward the king, drawing his weapon as he moved. The weapon, a golden war hammer with silver writing running up the hilt slid from the large man’s back. The writing on the hammer was of an old and forgotten language. But the King of Death sat on his throne…. The king who sat on his throne knew every word. The king looked at the figure of the man, he looked at the man in golden armor, and he looked at the man who had a hammer made of gold, silver, and diamond. The diamond part was the large teeth of the hammer.

 

The king sat on his throne, sat on his throne of bone fully unimpressed. Then the King of Death spoke, his voice that of dead dry leaves scraping together. “Why have you come to my domain… hero?” He asked, but the answer was already known to him, the foolish man came here to kill the king. The man looked at him, his small smile now gone, and then the hero spoke. “You’re the Reaper? You’re nothing more then an old man.” The hero couldn’t hold his grin back and so it fell upon his face. His voice sounded like a bass drum, strong, vibrant, and powerful. The strong man looked at the Reaper, looked at death itself and knew it was watching him. The figure on the throne chuckled, it was a low sound, hardly there, but somehow the man heard it within himself, felt it through every fiber of his being; the sound sent black explosions behind his eyes. At this moment the man knew the sound would make any animal run for their life… the sound would make most man run for their life… The laugh made even this trained warrior flinch with fear running through him like electricity.

 

The Grim Reaper stood up from his throne, a scythe came from the ground up into his hand sending ripples through the ground as if through water as it came up. The blade came out first, the metal catching the light and instead of reflecting it seemed to absorb it. Next came the hilt, a hilt made of ancient oak. Along the hilt there was writing and impressions as from ribbon bands. The scythe stopped when it was in Reapers hand, a hand still in the dark gray cloak. The blade wasn’t metallic in appearance, well, not fully at least. It had black and red coloring to it, as if of rotten flesh and fresh blood. The writing on the hilt was the same as the man had on his hammer…

 

A flame came up behind Reaper and spread throughout the room making shadows dance drastically. Behind Reapers throne there was a wall, stretching up to the seemingly infinite ceiling, and upon the wall rested weapons and next to each there was a skull. Among the weapons there was a sword, a silver blade and a bronze hilt, a hilt with ruby’s implanted in the center in a perfect circle. There was also a great oak bow, the string which strung the bow was of silk so pure that it couldn’t have been made by any human. One of the smallest weapons was a dagger, a dagger made of a diamond blade and a sapphire hilt. Each of these weapons had the tiny writing in graved on it, or written on it in some ink which never faded. “The weapons of the few who proved to be more than just a distraction… The weapons of the hero’s that came to vanquish me before you showed your pathetic self” The Grim Reaper said, his voice but a whisper, but the power behind it, the might of the creature that possessed the voice made the man rethink his decision to come here. But alas, it was too late for him…

 

The hero stepped back, his face showing an uncaring reaction, but his heart raced with such a velocity it threatened to rupture. “I… I...” The man started to say but then he looked at the floor and his breath held up within him, as if the very air feared to be released into Reapers company. There was a small path, just hardly three or four feet wide leading towards the throne, but all around were skulls… and only skulls. There were hundreds of them if not more. Reaper chuckled as he noticed where the supposed hero was looking. The hero looked back at the Grim Reaper, his foolish courage returning. “I come to best thee” He says, this time no trace of fear left in his strong clear voice. “My name is Crusher, and I shall shatter every bone within your body” He said and got a better hold of his hammer before stepping forward, toward his opponent.

 

The King of Death went through the ground as if a man through water. He appeared in front of Crushed and chuckled when Crusher went into a complicated series of movements which led him to swing his hammer in an arc impossible for even the Grim Reaper to dodge. The Reaper chuckled, he raised a hand and his hand was shown as the cloak fell down to the wrist. His hand was boney for the most part, but there was rotten flesh still clinging to it in great swaths. Reaper touched two fingers, his index and his thumb and the hero froze, his face held a look of surprise. As the slow moments passed, the hero started to struggle which only caused Reaper to chuckle yet again. He touched his middle finger to his thumb and index finger and a scream pierced the room. The hero couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to relieve the intense pain that coursed through his body. Reaper torched his pinkie and then the other fingers. Now the man couldn’t even fain, couldn’t escape the pain. Reaper heard a chorus of cracks that resonated through the room overpowering even the man’s screams. Reaper tilted his head down further, shaking with glee as he saw the shards slowly rip through the man’s skin and armor. The shards were tiny… the shards were the man’s bones. Reaper used his scythe to fling the great hammer away with ease and then he touched the man on his palm with the blade. Instantly the screams grew stronger and stronger and black lines appeared on his flesh darkening it until it was all black. Every nerve in the hero’s body was now being burned by a black fire which moved excruciatingly slowly through the hero’s body. When the screams died Reaper quickly cut the man’s head off and with a wave of his hand dropped the body which went through the ground as he himself did. With another wave the man’s skull was rebuilt and placed with the others, the hammer lost somewhere among the thousands of skulls.

 

Reaper started to walk back toward the throne, but his movements were smooth, almost giving the impression of him gliding from one spot to the other. He stopped and turned when he heard a sob. His gaze moved toward the still open doors and he tilted his head to the left at the sight. He saw a girl, she was no older then nineteen, and yet she was crouching there by the gate into the throne room of the King of Death. He saw her see him turn toward her and he watched her get up and start to run. He noticed a glint, and on her next step when the light wasn’t on it he saw it was a dagger similar to his diamond and sapphire one. He raised his scythe and pointed it right at her, the blade toward the ground. Slowly he twisted it until the blade was pointing up

 

~o0o~

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The girl raced through the maze like halls, she could feel the presense of death biting at her heels, and she knew her blade wouldn’t help. Tears blinded her, and shock made her reaction time excruciatingly slow. She screamed when all of a sudden something caught her leg and made her fall. She thought it was a tree root or something, but when she looked she saw a skeleton hand. She reached for her dagger, but found her hands were now being held too. She panicked, tried to fight off the hands which threatened to drag her down into the netherworld, into the land of the dead. She saw the ground ripple and saw how the figure which murdered her brother arises from the ground. She felt hate toward it, but every instinct screamed at her to run, to escape, or to end her own life so he couldn’t. Her blood shot eyes lock on the figure and she tries to lash out but the hands held her too well. The Grim Reaper moved toward her and chuckled. He took his hood off for her. Her eyes widened at the sight. The face was that of a long dead man, skin peeling off here and there and bone seen in many places. But the eyes, they were probably the most striking sight for within the sockets weren’t eye balls but twin dark green flames. The flames moved toward her slowly, as if wanting to burn her, to consume her very soul and essence. She shied away from the sight, but she couldn’t look away.

 

The girl felt something deep within her awaken and she whimpered. She felt something happening to her, she felt intense pain on the backs of her palms and looked down and her eyes widened. There was a symbol there, three stars with a skull between them. The stars had tails like comets and appeared to be circling the skull. She didn’t know it, but she was now marked for death, she was now marked as a target for his pleasure, a target for torture which would last month’s… year’s maybe. She fought again and her dagger hit one of the skeletal hands and made it turn to dust. She smiled lightly as she could reach it, and that she did. She then cut at the other hands and scrambled away. As she ran she looked back and saw the Grim Reaper putting the hood back and turning away.

She ran faster than she ever did before, she ran faster than most humans can. She couldn’t dwell on that just yet, she needed to get out, to escape. She had no idea yet that the blood within her was awakening, a hero’s blood flowed through her since she was born, and it took the Reapers death mark to awaken it. She saw light ahead, a tiny square at first, then growing ever larger until she was out.

 

She looked back and muttered curses as she had to turn away. She couldn’t run any more, she couldn’t, but she had to leave the dreadful mountain behind. A tear ran down her right cheek and fell to the ground full of bronze and golden leaves. A dreadful time of year it was, she had always hated fall, and now she hated it even more. She would have fallen and cried there, but her fear kept pushing her, and her blood made her stronger. She looked at the entrance to the cave yet again and saw the same writing on it as her weapon, and that of her brother. Her eyes widened, the things she couldn’t read before she could now. Her blood was strong, strong enough to rival those of the old. She read the writing “Beware the death, beware the death of many”

 

She then saw two statues both had been nearly covered in moss and vines. The two statues stood there guarding the entrance, warning all that came. One had two twin swords, both of which were chipped from age and the blade on the right had a large crack down the center. The other held two small axes, both of which were good as new, not considering the vegetation. Both were expressionless, but something in the way their eyes were slanted showed great courage… or fear. She then looked up due to only rocks being around the entrance.

 

She didn’t know who built this place; she didn’t know why anyone would allow something like that monster to live. This mountain was strange, the rocks themselves gave a sense of dread, gave a foreshadowing of death. She turned away and walked off into the forest at the base of the mountain. The forest itself had many secrets, and its name was all to ironic. She mused that whoever named this place had no idea what lay at its center. The forest was called Deaths Secret. The girl soon reached the cliff which over looked a valley, but more importantly a town. She let her eyes wander over the river which ran through the center of it. She sighed and started to climb down the cliff slowly. The town was her birthplace, the town was her sanctuary, and as soon as entered it she felt safer. She sighed and walked through the streets knowing her life would never be the same no matter how hard she tried.

 

((time for a baddass character... He needs no form, it's annoying to type on my iPad so tommorow or Saturday I'll make it))

 

Apocalypse saw a mist, he laughed. He liked watching this fight. He raised his left hand, fingers spread out towards the top. Then he sharply turned his wrist down, a motion which might have thrown his wrist out its sockets if he were human. The clouds above parted rapidly as flames fell through the sky, using both his powers he had called down flammable gasses and compressed the molecules to make solids while adding extreme heat to it. He watched the flames fall but never hit the ground, he didn't want to change anything just yet. But the white flames burned out the mist to an extant where it was useless. His head snapped up as a whisper moved through the air, it had a trace on it. He didn't remember the sense, but the writings of the ancient demons, out which only one remained, he could tell a great power had just been awakened... Or worse... Released. The sense was felt all through the lands, the sense as a foreshadowing of death...

 

((edit: he can't sense it from far away, but when their close he could by her appearance and her scent. Also, longest post award goes to moi and don't worry, he's not ganna go all out on you, just uninportant NPC's, he'll be fair toward your chars))

Edited June 1, 2012 by shadow2345

[alexxo97]

( and my business partner was born again ... i guess)

 

The browns had started working on the tower and the noise was annoying Lokie, I can't stand this might as well go to the beach and practice a bit. at the beach he saw the blues diving in the water with spears trying to kill what would appear to be whales. Useless creatures, lets give them a hand he said with a sinister smile. He put both of his bony hands in the water and recited a quick spell. Suddenly a great area of the ocean off the beach had frozen. Oddly enough he had caught a few fish a shark or to and a wail's fin. he then went back into his cemetery which was starting to look more like a fortress on the outside then what it was supposed to be. oh well, he taught to himself... Lets go hunting. he glided out of the fortress, out towards a forest and a bit further away the sounds of blood shed and corpses. sweat sweat corpses.

Edited June 1, 2012 by alexxo97

[Mdlier]

((sorry I have been gone for so long. Spent two-and-a-half hours painting our windowsills.))

 

Alexander watched as the once blinding mist cleared instantly. He knew there must have been an outside intervention. He turned to see his ally Apocalypse hiding in the bushes. He looked almost silly; a massive, evil demon hiding in the bushes with a savage lizard-creature perched on his back. "great. My two best friends are watching this" He thought to himself.

 

Alexander began to rally his minion forces. He had ordered a straight-up brawl between Browns. While his may not have had a numbers advantage, they were much more heavily armored and equipped with fantastic weapons. The Reds were to remain in the back and fire upon the enemy Blues. Like with the previous army, more Blue supremacy would be quite useful. His own Blues were split I to two separate groups. The more magically trained Blues would stay behind and heal Reds. While the more combat oriented Blues would dive under the water and attempt to surprise attack enemy Browns. The Greens were the most tactical of the minions. They snuck around the entire tower until they were in the forest behind the enemy forces. When they had their chance, they charged on the enemy Reds and Blues, making sure to get in their backs.

 

The entire time Alexander stood there with the cockiest smile on his face.

 

((by the way, Shadow, most of my posts here are from my IPad ))

[Takhesis]

((He might also be able to tell if she casts... magic does have a signature after all))

 

Lilith watched the mist fall and then get burned away. Knowing that it was probably the demon that burnt it, she thought nothing of the display... even though a chill did run through her, for no obvious reason... it wasn't cold outside. (Guess the Reaper's responsible for that one...)

 

Her front line was slowly pushing forward, aided in part to the Reds' nearly continual fire, but attrition would eventually wear both sides down. The question was which one would falter first.

Lilith had the advantage of being behind the forces, surprise and the time taken for redeployment meant she had inflicted some damage before the seigers got into a better position to deal with her army.

Of course, Alex's army were better armoured and armed which gave them an advantage too. Lilith figured in a straight and fair battle, she would probably lose. That wasn't to say she was planning on being fair, 2 vs 1 helped balance out the equipment advantage. Still Lilith wasn't about to take anything for granted.

 

The Reds ranged attacks, coupled with the Blues first lot of healing - before they were told to conserve power - and the earlier surprise of arrival - made sure that for every minion of hers that fell 2 or 3 of the enemy were killed... now however it seemed more even losses in the armies.

 

Enemy Greens would come across the Blues first as they were slightly behind the Reds. The Blues caught by surprise were easily dispatched by the Greens... however this did attract some attention, Lilith was still behind the Reds with her 8 Brown Guards. Lilith and her Guards moved to intercept the Greens before the reached the Reds.

Edited June 1, 2012 by Takhesis

[alexxo97]

lokie was watching the battlefield from the forest. He noticed a hulking demon hiding there to but that wasn't of any concern of his what was of concern was the bodies that where piling up in the middle of the battlefield. he used his black magic to kill two or tree threes so that he could see the battle field better. He then used ice to create a spell binding circle. he stood in the middle of it and started chanting an incantation.

This spell took time but the resulting bloodshed was always worth it... always.

[Takhesis]

((Ok why do I get the feeling that every single Overlord is going to turn up at the VERY first battle?))

[shadow2345]

The Grim Reaper loved this day, he was free from his tomb. The Gods that had imprisoned him would pay. But now, now he had to venture out and see just how much damage had been done in his absence. He melted into the ground and appeared in the middle of a battle between two forces of... Pixies? No, pixies looked better. He shook his head, at least four new species for him to dominate. He moved between the forces uncaring if he was attacked, for with every hit on him he rut rend one with his power or scythe. The blade was similar to Alexander's in the regulars that its cuts never healed, but unlike that blade the cuts by the Scythe could do a number of affects which Reaper chose. Not to mention it could cut through most materials with ease. His scythe had an entity within it, and only Reaper knows what it is. Whenever it awakens the scythe gets a new power which then can be used while the thing sleeps. The Grim Reaper moved through the battle, he wasn't here to kill. Well not yet anyways. His thirst for others pain was sattisfied with the hero he killed earlier. His dark gray cloak moved about him, protecting his true body from any eyes that wanted to get a glimpse.

 

Apocalypse watched the fight unfold when something came out of the ground right in the middle of it. He gawked at it first, and even Shadow was surprised. Apocalypse cursed and moved toward Alexander. When he reached him he grabbed his arm and started pulling. "retreat, NOW" he said, his voice a growl fiercer then usual. His hand was twitching wanting to get is blade. But the relations between Alexander and the demon were weak so far, and moving toward him with a blade in hand would look bad. Shadow watched the cloaked figure move through the battle killing ll those that attacked it with such ease that it looked like it was hardly noticing.

 

[FlowerOwl]

(How did the grim reaping come into this?? Anyways, back to rping...)

 

Luithark- I hadn't yet noticed the grim reaper until I saw some.. uh, wierd movements of Apocalypse. I frowned, [Apocalypse doesn't even seem to like that.. thing.[/i] I thought and contiued staring at the magical thing I had made.

[shadow2345]

((magical thing?))

[Takhesis]

(He got woken up... and is in a rather foul mood too. Luna made a scrying mirror thing.)

 

Lilith hadn't noticed the Reaper... she was too busy trying to stop Alex's Greens from backstabbing her Reds. Her front line Browns were also too busy in combat to notice. The only one's that did notice were the Reds.... their fire barrage halted as the cloaked figure moved accoss the battlefield. Seeing what it did to minions that got too close and attacked it, they wisely decided to refain from firing anything in its direction.

The Reds resumed fireing, being slightly more careful with their shots.

Edited June 1, 2012 by Takhesis

[FlowerOwl]

(Lol, great description. ;D)

[Mdlier]

((magic.))

 

"This battlefield is getting far to cluttered." Alexander Said quietly. "What was once just an invasion on two overlords, there are now five. And that fellow in the center." Without turning to look at the demon clutching his arm, he spoke. "You fear him. Greatly. That comes as a surprise to me. When we spoke, you acted like an arrogant king. Even towards the man who held his own against your monster. Hi there, by the way." he said, addressing Shadow. After thinking for a moment, Alexander let out a long sigh, and a string of oaths (curses) under his breath. "Fine then. I shall recall my army, and we will return home. I trust your judgement." He had not done as much damage as he would have wished, only killing a single army. But right now, trusting an ally in the face of an unknown enemy seemed like the better plan of action.

 

Alexander raised his arm to attract his High Minions' attentions. He ordered them to call for a full retreat of all forces. The Reds stopped firing, and the Browns stopped smashing. The Blues, bless them, tried desperately to revive as many minions as possible before retreating. The Greens killed whatever minions they were assaulting and fled back into the woods to circle back around. Alexander told his High Minions to lead his forces back to the tower. He wanted to see what this strange figure was all about.

Edited June 1, 2012 by Mdlier

[alexxo97]

The incantation was almost complete when Loki finally took time to look at the battlefield one more time, and when he saw that single being slashing trough the armies creating so much more carnage, so many more beautiful corpses he knew that now was the time to do it. He completed his spell and all off the dead bodies that where laying over there got back up and started hacking and slashing at random around them. This spell takes so much time to cast and the resulting undead are completely brain dead, but it allows me to make so many new little soldiers, he said to himself. At least they only attack the living. he said will watching the unfolding bloodbath.

 

(insert evil grin here)(insert audio for maniacal laughter here)

Edited June 1, 2012 by alexxo97

[shadow2345]

Oooooo, funnnnnn))

 

Apocalypse sighed. He snapped his armored fingers and a large hell gate opened leading to his tower. He looked at Alexander. "you ignorant fool, that thing out there is older then the both of us a thousand full,it's older then this planet. Only one of my kind still lives that lived when it as free. It destroyed our armies nearly on its own, it killed entire planets due to boredom, it... It's the King of Death, it's the thing that went against the god that made it and beat the god..." he said, recalling the important bits from the old texts. The whole time he stood next to the Hell Gate and next to Alexander.

 

Shadow looked toward Alexanded, well, it moved its head at least. It nodded. It didn't feel like entering his mind just yet.

 

The Grim Reaper noticed that bodies were revived and ignored it, that would be settle latter. But what got to him was the fact that some idiot was taking the dead and making them fight like idiots. He turned toward the minions that were basically zombies and spoke, "you dare fight against your king? You dare fight against the area per?" he asked and chuckled. The voice sent black explosions behind the eyes of those that heard it. He raised his hand, he closed his fist and skeletons ripped their arms through the ground, moving from his old domain into this world slowly.

[FlowerOwl]

Luithark- Alexander's army left my tower, guessing they had forgotten that they had captured me I decided to turn into an owl and try to peck down the wall.

[Mdlier]

Alexander still kept is eyes trained on the strange figure. On the King of Death. "I've lived in the company of Death for quite some time." he finally said. "And I believe that I have more then made its acquaintance. It is so thing many fear, yet at the same time it is the ultimate end." he turned to a dress Apocalypse. "This invasion has taken a turn no one could have predicted. And sadly, I. Had to abandon the effort. But I will not leave without my prize!" Saying this, Alexander teleported into the shadow of the tower. He scooped up one of the nets, then teleported into the main tower via shadows.

 

There were two things wrong with this room. One, there was no one in it. Secondly, there was an owl harassing that poor wall. "Hello there, Luithark" Alexander said with a cruel chuckle. In seconds he had wrapped the owl inside the net and sealed it tight. The owl struggled and pecked, but he held it at a distance. He was so tempted to draw his sword... He then ran back into the shadows and teleported to Apocalypse's side.

 

"I always get my prize." Alexander said holding up the owl. "Now, shall we leave before the kind King of Death turns us into writhing piles of rotting body parts?"

Edited June 1, 2012 by Mdlier

[Takhesis]

Lilith gathered her remaining forces and set about finding Luithark. Knowing that the undead would present a problem, she tried to aviod them and the large figure in the center.

Moving quickly, Lilith managed to get into the tower with her forces before the undead could do too much damage . Saving the loss count for later, Lilith concentrated on finding her ally. Eventually, Lilith came accoss a locked door, she had her Reds blast it down. Unfortunately she wasn't fast enough to save Luna.

 

((damn it, I get ninja'd again....))

Edited June 1, 2012 by Takhesis

[Mdlier]

((That happens SO often with you and me. It's bizarre...))

[alexxo97]

Lokie shuddered upon hearing that voice, it carried power it woke old memories forgotten, but not his these memories where of those like him who had gone against death and dared to live again. If he still had hair, or skin or even a heart he would have shivered right now but seeing as he doesn't his bones rattled.

 

This is not a being that i can defeat it simply isn't.

 

He cloaked himself in darkness and vanished reappearing, in a crypt within his fortress. He was terrified, something he hadn't felt ever since he came out of the ground for the first time. At that moment, every fibre of his being was telling him that going back under ground was the best idea. He ordered his minions to return to the castle and to keep watch out for anything, anything at all that was coming.

 

(seeing as he doesn't have a bladder he can't exactly pee himself but ...)

[FlowerOwl]

(Yay, let's all hug each other! Everyone hug!)

 

Luithark- Advantually giving up I decided to withdraw my wings and peckingnessness. Just laying down in the net, sorta, I prepared myself to be able to dodge attacks in the small space as Alexander continued to talk with Apoclaspe(Me thinks I spelled that right).

[Takhesis]

(Hug Death...? That seems like a bad plan to me...)

 

Having the seige called off, but her ally captured, made this a Pyrrhic victory for Lilith. Sighing, she decided she couldn't put off the loss count for much longer, considering there was still the undead outside.

 

Losses inflicted by Alex's troops:

Alex's Greens killed:

6 Blues

5 of her personal Brown Guards as they were defending the Reds

 

Alex's Reds/Browns/Blues killed (i'm going to assume the frontline took the brunt of the attacks):

25 of the Brown frontline

5 of the Reds

 

Troops remaining in army (not including Lilith and those at her tower):

3 Brown Guards,

15 Reds

15 other Browns

 

(As a suggestion, as Lilith joined combat late, 2 thirds of the kills on Alex's army get attributed to Luna's army... and a third to Lilith? Or should the kills get attributed to Lilith as she's technically still free?)

[FlowerOwl]

(I think the 2/3 and 1/3)

 

Blue Minion in Charge of Children:

 

"Hello?!" I yelped to Lilith hoping she would notice. I had decided that Luithark would love it if I were to give the children to Lilith since of the disaster of her tower. I pounded on the secert enterance.

 

Quallor:

 

Being Luithark's right hand minion general, I decided to talk to Lilith to arrange what to do,"Hello," I said as I entered Luithark's throne room assuming Lilith was there.

[shadow2345]

((Birthday today, so busy busy busy, post whenever, sorry gals and guys))

 

Apocalypse looked back at the figure and he saw all the undead minion zombies fall prey to the rising skeletons. Some human... some not so much. He stepped through his gate and waited for Alexander, as soon as that one steps through he planned on closing the gate. No point in leaving a gate open for that... thing, for that monster to come through. He sighed, a demon calling something else a monster? Not good... not good at all. ((Assuming he stepped through, if not ignore this part))He looked at Alexander's prize and smiled. He looked at Alexander. "One down" He said and walked to his throne. He motioned for Alexander to sit. It was a gesture, not an acceptance of leadership. He knew Alexander wasn't happy, and a seat would do him much good. Apocalypse paced around the room. "That was the Grim Reaper... That was the murderer of worlds" He said and sighed. "His scythe cuts through bone without even slowing down, he enjoys torutrue, often giving out excruciating pain... such as shattering ones bones and making them rip through skin before finally killing them..." He said and growled. He slammed his blade into the wall and it went in to the hilt. "How could it be free? And without my access to hell...." He said and cursed.

 

The Grim Reaper walked through the now near empty battlefield. He watched some of his minions rise. One in particular was a Wayvern, he liked them as his personal guard. He looked around at all the bodies, all useless, all to small and frail. He looked at the one untouched structure and moved towards it, his scythe giving off a gleam, as if eager for more carnage.

[Quasismiles]

((oh gosh... May I please have a recap from someone? Oh and Happy Birthday Shadow! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Shadow, happy birthday to you! YAAAAAY! Here's cake! ))

 

Ashamun scanned the map before her and frowned slightly, causing her minions to shift nervously.

"Is there something that displeases you with the map, Master?" One asked tentatively and stepped forward, hesitant hands coming forward in an open palmed gesture.

"No, no. It's just, I'm not quite sure which land I want more. The one with the marshes and hills... or the crowded cities... Decide for me, uh... What is your name again?" She looked over at the creature with an eyebrow raised in question.

"Sharlt, Master. My name is Sharlt." Sharlt bowed deeply and Ashamun smiled.

"Well, Sharlt, tell me.... which land would you take?" She held the map out towards him and pointed at the two areas with her pitch black nails.

Sharlt examined the map for a few moments before straightening and giving a nod.

"Master, I would take the cities due to the population sizes. More people means you can have more subjects to do with whatever you please." He bowed again.

Ashamun thought over this briefly and then smiled lightly.

"You are intelligent Sharlt. For a minion that is. Very well, I shall take the cities! Organize me a small army; we head out immediately."

"Yes, Master."

Edited June 2, 2012 by BloodyKisses123

[shadow2345]

(9pm'd you the imoportant bits))