Post by Azrael Emony on Jul 7, 2006 15:26:51 GMT -5
Loud thuds of Azrael’s iron boots shouted like thunder as he hiked many miles without food or water. Hot salty sweat ran down his forehead and his glove slowly whipped it down and slapped the watery substance away soaking the dry soil. Stopping he looked down the hill at the large magical forest that has defeated him twice now of trying to get through its paths.
[glow=red,2,300]“I have tolerated failure for long enough.” [/glow]He said in his long deep tone. The back tone of his voice had a hiss of evil that just the sound would send cold chills up your spine. [glow=red,2,300]“I will accept failure no longer!”[/glow]
This time Azrael came up with a much better plan then the other two he had tried. Flying did not work; it only brought him pain and almost death. Just walking through got him beat up as well. This time, the overlord was ready to take this forest once again. He was sure he’d be able to hold off, just long enough to get through the forest.
A gust of strong wind currents blew through the air as Azrael’s blood wine cape snapped sharply with the wind. His neon green eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the forest with pure hatred. Failure was not an option this time; he would get through this forest. If he did fail, he would try again. The man wasn’t going to stop until he finally made it through the forest so that he may finish what he had started. Azrael wasn’t going to let the goddess make this forest stop him this time.
The overlord opened his hands as they started to glow with the same color of his eyes. Magical aura shifted through his fingers as he watched it a few seconds before slamming the magic into the ground. The soil started to crumble and crack before boney hands shifted out of the ground, fighting their way to get out being free once more. Skulls popped out of the ground with crumbling burst of dirt and they started to pull themselves out with there thin boney arms. Azrael watched with fascination and smiled before placing his mask over his head.
The skeletons actually made creepy hissing noises before their finger tips started to grow sharp talons that could easily rip through flesh and hard wood. Their eye sockets, which were usually dull and black, were a bright green instead. When the small group of wood cutting undead was ready, Azrael marched his way down the hill and his summoned minions followed hissing and clanking their teeth.
That wasn’t all; Azrael was smarter then to leave it at that. He wouldn’t make it too far with just this gang of undead skeletons, so he started to summon up his magic once again. As the man marched quickly with long paces he swung his arms upward and a tall wall of green fire rose many feet above them. It took a shape of what looked to be a giant wave and it started to speed toward the living forest. Now the overlord started to charge at the forest and unsheathed his iron claymore.
The large wave of neon green fire clashed down onto the forest with its hot flames and spread its way through the forest like a fatal virus. The flames would only take seconds before they grew up the trees and started to burn it to a crisp. Azrael would have to move rather quickly if he wished to make it through without being defeated once again. The skeletons jumped into the burning forest and pounced on the trees, digging their large claws into it, ripping them apart so they would have a harder time growing back.
It didn’t take long before the forest started to fight back and skeletons went flying into hard rocks shattering like glass. Azrael ran forward as fast as he could and cut through branches that lashed out at them. All it took with the large claymore was one swing and the branches were cut right from the tree. The man huffed and puffed heavily as he had that goal to make it through the forest by sprinting as fast as he could. His heart sank and skipped a beat as something tripped him and he fell hard to the floor with a deadly roll. Looking down to see what it was, he had seen it was a root of a tree. Glaring up at the tall figure he sent his chains and wrapped them around it. The chains snagged away from one another and tore the tree right in half. The grip of the tree had let go of his ankle and the overlord quickly stood on his feet.
Suddenly Azrael felt two more snags, one on each arm, and looked at the trees. Growling he snagged back, but wasn’t strong enough to rip the limps from the trees. As the trees had a grip tight on him, they started to cut into his flesh and fresh blood leaked from his wounds. Other branches whipped at him, cutting his body like razor blades were being pressed all over his body. The sharp edges of the tree’s roots were sharp and cut through his skin like a knife in warm butter.
His eyes shut in pain as he let out a long painful cry. No, he wasn’t going to lose again, not this time. [glow=red,2,300]“No!” [/glow]His red cap shot out in two directions, wrapping themselves tight around the roots that held tightly on his arms. The cape pulled on the branches so hard it ripped them right from the tree and Azrael fell to the ground with a thud. The man took no time to hesitate as he rolled to the side and grabbed his claymore. Letting out a battle roar he swing rapidly and cut both trees right in half. They both came crashing down and Azrael started to run once again. He was almost there, it wasn’t far now. All the skeletons were pretty much destroyed and the fire was starting the wear off. The trees were growing fast, Azrael didn’t have much time.
He ran forward with all of his might as he felt many stings from the branches slapping at him as he ran by. Climbing up onto a large rock, the branches had almost knocked him over from hitting against his back. This brought back many memories of being out on the farm and being whipped for not working fast enough. He remembered this sting, that feeling of pain when the leather whip snapped against his tender back. The days of being a mistreated slave still haunted his mind. It not only did that, it made his anger grow for people, and tended to give him more strength. [glow=red,2,300]“RAAGH!!” [/glow]Pushing hard with his legs Azrael jumped off the rock with all his might. A few more branches snapped against his face as he smashed right through the end of the forest and landed hard on the opened ground.
Roots reached out for him, but he kicked them away before crawling quickly until the roots could no longer reach him. After that, he just collapsed against the ground breathing so hard it made his lungs hurt. Cuts and scrapes were all over his body and he felt so hot and tired he thought he was going to pass out. He just lied there being the only thing left of his entire plan of getting through the forest. He was the only thing to make it through alive…..
[glow=red,2,300]“I have tolerated failure for long enough.” [/glow]He said in his long deep tone. The back tone of his voice had a hiss of evil that just the sound would send cold chills up your spine. [glow=red,2,300]“I will accept failure no longer!”[/glow]
This time Azrael came up with a much better plan then the other two he had tried. Flying did not work; it only brought him pain and almost death. Just walking through got him beat up as well. This time, the overlord was ready to take this forest once again. He was sure he’d be able to hold off, just long enough to get through the forest.
A gust of strong wind currents blew through the air as Azrael’s blood wine cape snapped sharply with the wind. His neon green eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the forest with pure hatred. Failure was not an option this time; he would get through this forest. If he did fail, he would try again. The man wasn’t going to stop until he finally made it through the forest so that he may finish what he had started. Azrael wasn’t going to let the goddess make this forest stop him this time.
The overlord opened his hands as they started to glow with the same color of his eyes. Magical aura shifted through his fingers as he watched it a few seconds before slamming the magic into the ground. The soil started to crumble and crack before boney hands shifted out of the ground, fighting their way to get out being free once more. Skulls popped out of the ground with crumbling burst of dirt and they started to pull themselves out with there thin boney arms. Azrael watched with fascination and smiled before placing his mask over his head.
The skeletons actually made creepy hissing noises before their finger tips started to grow sharp talons that could easily rip through flesh and hard wood. Their eye sockets, which were usually dull and black, were a bright green instead. When the small group of wood cutting undead was ready, Azrael marched his way down the hill and his summoned minions followed hissing and clanking their teeth.
That wasn’t all; Azrael was smarter then to leave it at that. He wouldn’t make it too far with just this gang of undead skeletons, so he started to summon up his magic once again. As the man marched quickly with long paces he swung his arms upward and a tall wall of green fire rose many feet above them. It took a shape of what looked to be a giant wave and it started to speed toward the living forest. Now the overlord started to charge at the forest and unsheathed his iron claymore.
The large wave of neon green fire clashed down onto the forest with its hot flames and spread its way through the forest like a fatal virus. The flames would only take seconds before they grew up the trees and started to burn it to a crisp. Azrael would have to move rather quickly if he wished to make it through without being defeated once again. The skeletons jumped into the burning forest and pounced on the trees, digging their large claws into it, ripping them apart so they would have a harder time growing back.
It didn’t take long before the forest started to fight back and skeletons went flying into hard rocks shattering like glass. Azrael ran forward as fast as he could and cut through branches that lashed out at them. All it took with the large claymore was one swing and the branches were cut right from the tree. The man huffed and puffed heavily as he had that goal to make it through the forest by sprinting as fast as he could. His heart sank and skipped a beat as something tripped him and he fell hard to the floor with a deadly roll. Looking down to see what it was, he had seen it was a root of a tree. Glaring up at the tall figure he sent his chains and wrapped them around it. The chains snagged away from one another and tore the tree right in half. The grip of the tree had let go of his ankle and the overlord quickly stood on his feet.
Suddenly Azrael felt two more snags, one on each arm, and looked at the trees. Growling he snagged back, but wasn’t strong enough to rip the limps from the trees. As the trees had a grip tight on him, they started to cut into his flesh and fresh blood leaked from his wounds. Other branches whipped at him, cutting his body like razor blades were being pressed all over his body. The sharp edges of the tree’s roots were sharp and cut through his skin like a knife in warm butter.
His eyes shut in pain as he let out a long painful cry. No, he wasn’t going to lose again, not this time. [glow=red,2,300]“No!” [/glow]His red cap shot out in two directions, wrapping themselves tight around the roots that held tightly on his arms. The cape pulled on the branches so hard it ripped them right from the tree and Azrael fell to the ground with a thud. The man took no time to hesitate as he rolled to the side and grabbed his claymore. Letting out a battle roar he swing rapidly and cut both trees right in half. They both came crashing down and Azrael started to run once again. He was almost there, it wasn’t far now. All the skeletons were pretty much destroyed and the fire was starting the wear off. The trees were growing fast, Azrael didn’t have much time.
He ran forward with all of his might as he felt many stings from the branches slapping at him as he ran by. Climbing up onto a large rock, the branches had almost knocked him over from hitting against his back. This brought back many memories of being out on the farm and being whipped for not working fast enough. He remembered this sting, that feeling of pain when the leather whip snapped against his tender back. The days of being a mistreated slave still haunted his mind. It not only did that, it made his anger grow for people, and tended to give him more strength. [glow=red,2,300]“RAAGH!!” [/glow]Pushing hard with his legs Azrael jumped off the rock with all his might. A few more branches snapped against his face as he smashed right through the end of the forest and landed hard on the opened ground.
Roots reached out for him, but he kicked them away before crawling quickly until the roots could no longer reach him. After that, he just collapsed against the ground breathing so hard it made his lungs hurt. Cuts and scrapes were all over his body and he felt so hot and tired he thought he was going to pass out. He just lied there being the only thing left of his entire plan of getting through the forest. He was the only thing to make it through alive…..
