Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 4, 2009 13:09:01 GMT -8
“Lalalalalala!”
A cheerful singing voice floats through the dark room, overpowering the groans coming from the figures on the wall. Suddenly one lets out a loud wail, as if the singing in the distance hurts it. With the wail, a blinding light floods the room, as a large arcane circle pulses with life. The wailing figure quickly collapses, his last breath escaping his lips. The other figures, upon seeing this, thrash about hoping to escape a similar fate.
“Lalalalalala!
I slide through the wasteland that's my world
My hunger takes your life,
Preyed on to keep me alive, yeah
Mercy's all that you need, mercy's empty in me!”
The singing voice grows louder, and the frantic movements along the wall become fiercer. In the distant a small light can be made out, growing larger and larger, until a small figure shuffles through the door, its whole body wrapped in bandages, a large torch in its hands. It makes its way to the now still figure on the wall, examining its face. As the lights falls on it, a young man can be made out, horribly scarred. Stretching across his body, elaborate tattoos pulse with a blue glow. Seeing this, the bandages figure takes the body down, and throws it into the now dark arcane circle. The body quickly dissolves, leaving only a small trace of a human body on the ground.
“Can't you feel the poison rising out of the morning and clear through the night
You can feel my strength destroy you straight to the heart from the venomous bite!”
The voice grows even louder, echoing throughout the chamber. Finally the remaining figures on the wall fall silent, as if resigning themselves to their fate. The bandaged figure turns around and waits at the only entrance to the room. Abruptly one of the figures on the wall speaks up, speaking to the bandaged man.
“Why? Why do you take us and imprison us? We have done nothing to you to deserve this. So why?”
The bandaged man glances at the figure, and moves towards him. An elf hangs there, similarly tattooed to his now deceased wall companion. A burning hatred fills his eyes as he looks upon the bandaged man.
Complete silence fills the room, as the elf stares at the figure. A feeling of unease fills him, as he senses something is wrong. Abruptly a figure dances into the room, his long purple robes fluttering around him. He appears to be a man, or used to be. His left arm stretches out into a skeletal hand, and the flesh is conspicuously absent from his jaw. The figure stops, and looking around notices the empty spot on the wall. A wide smile crosses his face, and he resumes dancing again.
“Oh, how wonderful! Everything is ready now! How positively wonderful!” the dancing figure exclaims, his arms stretched wide. He turns to the bandaged figure, and with joy in filling his voice, motions him closer. With the figure right in front of him, he clasps his hands on the others shoulders. “Oh, we must hurry! No time for delay! Gather the materials, I will remain here waiting! Now, hurry, hurry, hurry!”
With that, the figure hands the torch to the singing man, and scurries out, quickly lost in the dark.
The elf on the wall, seeing this, turns his attention to the dancing figure, exclaiming “Why! Why do you do this?!”
The dancing man slows down, and passing by the elf states simply “Well, how else am I to join my lord in the glory of lich-dom?”
A cheerful singing voice floats through the dark room, overpowering the groans coming from the figures on the wall. Suddenly one lets out a loud wail, as if the singing in the distance hurts it. With the wail, a blinding light floods the room, as a large arcane circle pulses with life. The wailing figure quickly collapses, his last breath escaping his lips. The other figures, upon seeing this, thrash about hoping to escape a similar fate.
“Lalalalalala!
I slide through the wasteland that's my world
My hunger takes your life,
Preyed on to keep me alive, yeah
Mercy's all that you need, mercy's empty in me!”
The singing voice grows louder, and the frantic movements along the wall become fiercer. In the distant a small light can be made out, growing larger and larger, until a small figure shuffles through the door, its whole body wrapped in bandages, a large torch in its hands. It makes its way to the now still figure on the wall, examining its face. As the lights falls on it, a young man can be made out, horribly scarred. Stretching across his body, elaborate tattoos pulse with a blue glow. Seeing this, the bandages figure takes the body down, and throws it into the now dark arcane circle. The body quickly dissolves, leaving only a small trace of a human body on the ground.
“Can't you feel the poison rising out of the morning and clear through the night
You can feel my strength destroy you straight to the heart from the venomous bite!”
The voice grows even louder, echoing throughout the chamber. Finally the remaining figures on the wall fall silent, as if resigning themselves to their fate. The bandaged figure turns around and waits at the only entrance to the room. Abruptly one of the figures on the wall speaks up, speaking to the bandaged man.
“Why? Why do you take us and imprison us? We have done nothing to you to deserve this. So why?”
The bandaged man glances at the figure, and moves towards him. An elf hangs there, similarly tattooed to his now deceased wall companion. A burning hatred fills his eyes as he looks upon the bandaged man.
Complete silence fills the room, as the elf stares at the figure. A feeling of unease fills him, as he senses something is wrong. Abruptly a figure dances into the room, his long purple robes fluttering around him. He appears to be a man, or used to be. His left arm stretches out into a skeletal hand, and the flesh is conspicuously absent from his jaw. The figure stops, and looking around notices the empty spot on the wall. A wide smile crosses his face, and he resumes dancing again.
“Oh, how wonderful! Everything is ready now! How positively wonderful!” the dancing figure exclaims, his arms stretched wide. He turns to the bandaged figure, and with joy in filling his voice, motions him closer. With the figure right in front of him, he clasps his hands on the others shoulders. “Oh, we must hurry! No time for delay! Gather the materials, I will remain here waiting! Now, hurry, hurry, hurry!”
With that, the figure hands the torch to the singing man, and scurries out, quickly lost in the dark.
The elf on the wall, seeing this, turns his attention to the dancing figure, exclaiming “Why! Why do you do this?!”
The dancing man slows down, and passing by the elf states simply “Well, how else am I to join my lord in the glory of lich-dom?”