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Azrael Emony
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Dark Overlord
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« Thread Started on Jul 7, 2006, 1:53am » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
All was gone; there wasn’t an ounce of magic left in this Outer World. It was all sucked dry into these hands of great evil, an evil that urges for more. The thought of immortality was something indeed to urge for. That thought of an everlasting life would keep him running, destroying whoever dared to stand in his way. These hands of evil will reign. Just the thought off power could drive a man mad, corrupt his mind. Was his mind corrupted, it was hard to say.
The Overlord’s chains dragged heavy against the ground as he walked forward with long legged strides, his iron claymore tapping at the side of his thigh. Azrael’s glowing green eyes narrowed at his hand just before he had balled it into a fist. Looking forward once more he continued his hike through the land that was no longer of any use to him. More magic was out there, he just had to find it. Many have wondered why exactly the Overlord’s eyes had a neon glow to it like something you would only see on a demon or monstrous creatures, the truth was, his mortal body was filled with so much energy and magic his eyes were no longer normal. The magic aura of his power leaked from his eyes like smoke on the end of a cigar.
The sun’s deadly rays were beating down on him with its powerful radiation and everything around him seemed gone, there wasn’t a life force left, not one. It was all gone. Even as bright as it was, you could not see the figure of the man’s head because it was shadowed by the collar of his cape. His cape was long enough to overlap his body twice and hung very loose against his body. The Crimson cloth swayed from side to side going along with the motion of the lord’s pace as Azrael searched for his next destination which was yet undecided.
The next target needed to be fresh and plump, something with magic pulsing through it like blood in veins. The weaker areas of magic could wait until another time. The Overlord planned to get the more threatening locations out first, that way the rest of it would be cake. Taking the magic from his next destination would be complicated, but shouldn’t be anything he couldn’t handle. Azrael was cutting it close to being classed as immortal because the magic has made him something so powerful, that not another mortal was like him. It wasn’t long before he would suck enough energy he could become powerful enough to even face on the gods, taking their magic as well. All would be his in time, and no one was going to stop him. He was determined to be the king of this whole realm. Every man and woman, creature, would fear his name. If they would not bow before him, then they would be destroyed with a most painful death that most would not wish to feel. You could call the Overlord Azrael a walking nightmare.
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"I Will bring hell upon you all....."
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Azrael Emony
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Dark Overlord
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« Reply #1 on Jul 7, 2006, 7:03pm » | |
Azrael lied there in the soft grass for a very long time, just flooding in his own thoughts, stuck in a day dream he just couldn’t seem to get away from. He has bin in the Outer part for so long he almost forgot what it was even like to lie in the grass. Slowly his body started to shift around until finally he pushed up with his palms getting on his hands and knees. Azrael looked behind him and looked at the forest. Bowing his head he started to laugh, louder, and louder until he was laughing out loud and looking to the sky.
The cut up man stood tall on his feet and continued to laugh in his dark evil tone. The sound was haunting. Azrael slammed his Claymore into the ground and took a good look at all the new landscape; it was beautiful and filled with powerful magic. Resting his hand down gently on the top of the claymore’s handle, he just looked around. What would be his first target, what new enemies was he going to run into? “There’s only one way to find out….”
Yanking the heavy sword from the ground, he placed it in his sheath and walked forward with the feeling of triumph. He had finally made it past that pest of a forest and somehow managed to make it through the magical wall that kicked him out in the first place. He just walked, letting his feet guide him to his next destination.
(exits)
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