Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2012 0:49:06 GMT
Characters: Doviculus, Open, Open
Time of Day: Noon, like..12 am.
Location: Sea of Black Tears
From: Brutal Legend
Plot: Unknown..yet.[/i]
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If there was one thing that Doviculus was more confused about even moreso than the mass of Humans that seemed to be peppered along what he had seen of this new world so far, it was the fact that the skull shaped mountain, covered with a veil of mist and looming over him in the distance, nearing closer with each step he took down the dirt and tire-track spattered pathway, was way too familiar to him than it should be, and he couldn’t place as to why. Everything here was, even the various bones and skulls of Human, Demon and Animal that littered the dirt pathway, the thin and bare trees that stretched from the ground like bones, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. And yet there was this nagging voice at the back of his mind that told him that even if it was familiar, it wasn't Home. He ignored it. It was familiar, that was all the motivation he needed to explore further.
The Bones and holes cut in to the rock kept the majority of the path lit with small candles making navigation somewhat easier for any traveler. Doviculus paused, glancing over his shoulder to see if he was being followed before he continued on, tightening his grip on his Staff Axe to reassure himself that he wasn’t going to be ambushed and that even if he was he would make his Ambushers regret their actions dearly.
A creak of leather and the tinkle of metal made him stop and he tensed, snapping his attention back to the road and weapon glinting in what little candle light was left as he hefted it in his right hand. At the very bottom of the mountain the mist had cleared, revealing it to be around Dusk due to the sky, and the source of the creaking. The Demon Emperor inhaled softly, taking a subconscious step back as he felt a breeze come from within the dark cavern ahead of him, not out of fear, but because a flood of memories had hit him like a tidal wave. Why this place was so familiar.
Of course.
The mountain was massive and the majority of the stone molded in to the shape of a skull, the upper portion of the skull having caved in long ago. What once blocked the entrance to the mountain; a pair of Giant skeletal hands that were once intertwined at the fingers, sealing its secrets away was now peeled back with large straps of leather, nearly 9 feet long and about as wide as a bus, of thick, black hide hammered in to the rock face with steel rings to keep those fingers peeled back for a long time. If you listened closely to the eerie, almost calming breeze or even the cracks in the mountain itself, it is possible you would hear a woman singing, promising great power if you drank from the blackened waters within the dome-shaped cavern. However, Doviculus, while he heard the ancient song was a Demon not a Human, and was unaffected by the songs allure because the Black waters were made out pure, undiluted sorrow from a once Ancient being. Demons did not feel sorrow as Humans did. Or that was how the saying went, anyway.
This was where the Sea of Black Tears was located.
Doviculus had recalled that he had ordered that the seal be broken and brought a team of his Minions down here long ago, unsealing it. The straps of leather were of the Tainted Coil. As he moved forward, he felt one of his hooves send something rolling and the Demon looked down, picking up what appeared to be a skull in the shape of a horse with buck teeth and two bronze, exhaust-pipe tusks jutting out of the front jaw. A Warfather. Gently dusting it off, the Demon let his memories carry him off again as he examined it.
The reason that this stuck him as startling was not because the place was so familiar and that he hadn’t expected it to turn up in a place such as this, but because deeper inside the mountain was where he had died, and Doviculus frowned as he continued to examine the skull. Where a great battle between Human and Demon was fought, the Insects, being Humans, had fought for their freedom from Demon tyranny. And, bitterly, the Humans won. No doubt a blow to Demon pride everywhere. The place still smelled of blood, though it smelled...old.
Shaking his head softly to snap back out of his memories as he stared at the skull of the WarFather, Doviculus lifted his head and took another look at the massive structure before looking at his surroundings. Demon allowed a low growl of anger to rise from his chest as he made another realization, setting the skull of his former Minion on a slab of rock with care.
The place was utterly empty and unguarded. This was on Demon territory, wasn’t it? If this place was where he thought it was, he should have run in to some sort of patrol by now, Ironheade or not. And even though he had, by all accounts Died, surely someone within the Coil was smart enough to ensure this place was guarded, right? It was Tainted Coil property as far as he knew, even if he had allowed those Tear Drinkers to use it's waters, and thus should have been under guard.
With a barely-contained snarl of rage, the Demon turned, slamming his weapon in to a boulder, steel ringing loud and clear in the still, chilled air before he turned his attention away from the entrance to the Cavern and called out to the pathway, "Where is everyone?! I demand an explanation for this!"
Time of Day: Noon, like..12 am.
Location: Sea of Black Tears
From: Brutal Legend
Plot: Unknown..yet.[/i]
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If there was one thing that Doviculus was more confused about even moreso than the mass of Humans that seemed to be peppered along what he had seen of this new world so far, it was the fact that the skull shaped mountain, covered with a veil of mist and looming over him in the distance, nearing closer with each step he took down the dirt and tire-track spattered pathway, was way too familiar to him than it should be, and he couldn’t place as to why. Everything here was, even the various bones and skulls of Human, Demon and Animal that littered the dirt pathway, the thin and bare trees that stretched from the ground like bones, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. And yet there was this nagging voice at the back of his mind that told him that even if it was familiar, it wasn't Home. He ignored it. It was familiar, that was all the motivation he needed to explore further.
The Bones and holes cut in to the rock kept the majority of the path lit with small candles making navigation somewhat easier for any traveler. Doviculus paused, glancing over his shoulder to see if he was being followed before he continued on, tightening his grip on his Staff Axe to reassure himself that he wasn’t going to be ambushed and that even if he was he would make his Ambushers regret their actions dearly.
A creak of leather and the tinkle of metal made him stop and he tensed, snapping his attention back to the road and weapon glinting in what little candle light was left as he hefted it in his right hand. At the very bottom of the mountain the mist had cleared, revealing it to be around Dusk due to the sky, and the source of the creaking. The Demon Emperor inhaled softly, taking a subconscious step back as he felt a breeze come from within the dark cavern ahead of him, not out of fear, but because a flood of memories had hit him like a tidal wave. Why this place was so familiar.
Of course.
The mountain was massive and the majority of the stone molded in to the shape of a skull, the upper portion of the skull having caved in long ago. What once blocked the entrance to the mountain; a pair of Giant skeletal hands that were once intertwined at the fingers, sealing its secrets away was now peeled back with large straps of leather, nearly 9 feet long and about as wide as a bus, of thick, black hide hammered in to the rock face with steel rings to keep those fingers peeled back for a long time. If you listened closely to the eerie, almost calming breeze or even the cracks in the mountain itself, it is possible you would hear a woman singing, promising great power if you drank from the blackened waters within the dome-shaped cavern. However, Doviculus, while he heard the ancient song was a Demon not a Human, and was unaffected by the songs allure because the Black waters were made out pure, undiluted sorrow from a once Ancient being. Demons did not feel sorrow as Humans did. Or that was how the saying went, anyway.
This was where the Sea of Black Tears was located.
Doviculus had recalled that he had ordered that the seal be broken and brought a team of his Minions down here long ago, unsealing it. The straps of leather were of the Tainted Coil. As he moved forward, he felt one of his hooves send something rolling and the Demon looked down, picking up what appeared to be a skull in the shape of a horse with buck teeth and two bronze, exhaust-pipe tusks jutting out of the front jaw. A Warfather. Gently dusting it off, the Demon let his memories carry him off again as he examined it.
The reason that this stuck him as startling was not because the place was so familiar and that he hadn’t expected it to turn up in a place such as this, but because deeper inside the mountain was where he had died, and Doviculus frowned as he continued to examine the skull. Where a great battle between Human and Demon was fought, the Insects, being Humans, had fought for their freedom from Demon tyranny. And, bitterly, the Humans won. No doubt a blow to Demon pride everywhere. The place still smelled of blood, though it smelled...old.
Shaking his head softly to snap back out of his memories as he stared at the skull of the WarFather, Doviculus lifted his head and took another look at the massive structure before looking at his surroundings. Demon allowed a low growl of anger to rise from his chest as he made another realization, setting the skull of his former Minion on a slab of rock with care.
The place was utterly empty and unguarded. This was on Demon territory, wasn’t it? If this place was where he thought it was, he should have run in to some sort of patrol by now, Ironheade or not. And even though he had, by all accounts Died, surely someone within the Coil was smart enough to ensure this place was guarded, right? It was Tainted Coil property as far as he knew, even if he had allowed those Tear Drinkers to use it's waters, and thus should have been under guard.
With a barely-contained snarl of rage, the Demon turned, slamming his weapon in to a boulder, steel ringing loud and clear in the still, chilled air before he turned his attention away from the entrance to the Cavern and called out to the pathway, "Where is everyone?! I demand an explanation for this!"