Post by Arthas on Aug 14, 2005 1:52:22 GMT
All was peaceful in the temple, the stone pillars rising up on each side of the hall. Each length of stone was shapen into a large form of a man, his hands held up, supporting the ceiling. At the end of this hall the room opened up into a circular section, a large cirle of salts, runes and pictographs lay on the ground.
This is where a single cloaked and hooded woman stood. She was dressed in a tattered robe, as was the uniform of his worshippers. It seemed whispy, almost decaying, as if death's touch had been on it.
From within the depths of the hood a voice spoke. "Lord of darkness, Hell, and god of all I see fit, please grace me with your council." She let a small vial of blood fall from her hand and it crashed on the ground, its contents spilling over the symbols.
There was a flash and sparks as he stood there suddenly. Brought to this world at his follower's request. Arthas, a god of the underworld and of darkness stood. He looked down on this woman, her frail features that only he could see, as if he was seeing through her rotted cloak.
His black locks fell about his shoulders as he spoke. His voice was a whisper, though every word held great power. "I have come to your calling." He said to her. "What is it that you want?"
She fell to the floor, her hood swept back by the fall. Her blond hair streaming out and down her back, her blue eyes filled with wonder. "My Lord..." She whispered. "My Lord, please save my love, he is dying! Spare him from your hands, please. I will serve you unquestionably from now on! I will by your servant on this world forever."
Arthas smiled a small smile. "My dear, you call me to this world for that alone?" She nodded. "You love him very much?" She nodded again. "And you will never stray from my will?" She nodded once more.
She looked up at him pleadingly as he responded. "I could never say no to a pretty girl..."
This is where a single cloaked and hooded woman stood. She was dressed in a tattered robe, as was the uniform of his worshippers. It seemed whispy, almost decaying, as if death's touch had been on it.
From within the depths of the hood a voice spoke. "Lord of darkness, Hell, and god of all I see fit, please grace me with your council." She let a small vial of blood fall from her hand and it crashed on the ground, its contents spilling over the symbols.
There was a flash and sparks as he stood there suddenly. Brought to this world at his follower's request. Arthas, a god of the underworld and of darkness stood. He looked down on this woman, her frail features that only he could see, as if he was seeing through her rotted cloak.
His black locks fell about his shoulders as he spoke. His voice was a whisper, though every word held great power. "I have come to your calling." He said to her. "What is it that you want?"
She fell to the floor, her hood swept back by the fall. Her blond hair streaming out and down her back, her blue eyes filled with wonder. "My Lord..." She whispered. "My Lord, please save my love, he is dying! Spare him from your hands, please. I will serve you unquestionably from now on! I will by your servant on this world forever."
Arthas smiled a small smile. "My dear, you call me to this world for that alone?" She nodded. "You love him very much?" She nodded again. "And you will never stray from my will?" She nodded once more.
She looked up at him pleadingly as he responded. "I could never say no to a pretty girl..."
