Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2012 18:48:00 GMT
Frdja.
Or rather, what remained of it.
What was once a bustling town full of enterprise, entertainment and eccentric personalities, now lay in ruins.
The night of Darius Bellatino's death saw the town burnt to the ground; homes razed with their inhabitants still inside them by two powerful Demons furious by the death of their friend and mentor.
The town itself was large for the Northern Continent and lay sprawled over quite a large expanse of rich, fertile farmland before leading to the vast forests and mountains in the distance. The hub of the town was more condensed, and received most of the punishment and subsequently became nothing more than pieces of rubble covered in ash; the cobbled path stained with death.
Darius Bellatino surveyed what he once claimed as his own with pride. How he had returned from the realms of the dead, he was unsure, but he took great time in dragging several burnt sofas all the way to the top of the nearby hill and arranging them in a manner where he could see the full extent of Frdja.
He lay back upon his makeshift throne quite casually, as if such a thing were common to do. Lazily crossing his legs, heels clacking together, he looked around and sniffed.
"What a place," he muttered to himself, suddenly finding himself engrossed in inspecting his finely manicured nails; checking for any chips or marks. Darius flicked his hair out of his eyes, being careful not to smudge his make up, and scowled at the ashes of his once beloved town.
"How drab," he scoffed, "this is all there is to be offered now? How horrendously boring..."
Or rather, what remained of it.
What was once a bustling town full of enterprise, entertainment and eccentric personalities, now lay in ruins.
The night of Darius Bellatino's death saw the town burnt to the ground; homes razed with their inhabitants still inside them by two powerful Demons furious by the death of their friend and mentor.
The town itself was large for the Northern Continent and lay sprawled over quite a large expanse of rich, fertile farmland before leading to the vast forests and mountains in the distance. The hub of the town was more condensed, and received most of the punishment and subsequently became nothing more than pieces of rubble covered in ash; the cobbled path stained with death.
Darius Bellatino surveyed what he once claimed as his own with pride. How he had returned from the realms of the dead, he was unsure, but he took great time in dragging several burnt sofas all the way to the top of the nearby hill and arranging them in a manner where he could see the full extent of Frdja.
He lay back upon his makeshift throne quite casually, as if such a thing were common to do. Lazily crossing his legs, heels clacking together, he looked around and sniffed.
"What a place," he muttered to himself, suddenly finding himself engrossed in inspecting his finely manicured nails; checking for any chips or marks. Darius flicked his hair out of his eyes, being careful not to smudge his make up, and scowled at the ashes of his once beloved town.
"How drab," he scoffed, "this is all there is to be offered now? How horrendously boring..."