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Prophets Of The Guardian
Twas a cold night when Katie MacMahnus Killed the UN -Kill able. She ended an old mans Life, When Immortality alone didn't seem fit to him. That night a new legend was born, The legend of Zirith Kienner, Undead lord, undead Master. Since that night neither Zirith or his companion undead have been seen for many a reason. You see undead are like small tiny ants, you kill the queen and their lifestyle collapses. many Undead went into hiding or were hunted down by the yew men, some fortunate enough to sail the sea's marauding endlessly, while other are but skulls laying face down throughout Sosaria.
It has been 1 year to the day since that fateful night, the stars have aligned, the cauldrons once again boil. The remaining undead scurry through the night preparing the final touches. For this moon a ceremony was held, a great vidual of Undeath. Ghouls, Wraiths, Skeletons, Lichs, all of the Undead Breathren united at the Yew Graveyard.
For You see Undead cannot communicate to the Guardian Directly they need a vessel a chosen one. And this night they had but one simple purpose to bring back their master, their vessel so once again the guardian would speak to them.
A Skull Of a Mountain giant, The Hammer Smithed of Souls, Linked armor, and two Blood Sapphires for Eyes. these were the ingredients for a Dark Lord, A prophet of The Guardian. The Liches Prayed, the skeletons and ghouls offered up blood sacrifices, the magi of Bone Commenced a Summon Circle. The Stars aligned a beam of Light struck down through the sky penetrating the dark clouds hitting the Circle. An Explosion shook the ground a gateway to the underworld opened. the Undead began cackling and roaring with joy. the underworld passage grew and grew and finally began sucking the undead themselves into the center of it, Skeleton were thrown up ,Liches were sucked into a giant orb inside of the passage moments passed and a flash of light shot through the night.
A haze was all that was left around the graveyard in yew, nothing to bee seen crypts demolished Undead vanished, cauldrons broken into tiny pieces. And just as the dust settled a young Red haired Yewian known as Ulestin walked by investigating the ruckus. He Peered Through The gates seeing but a thick fog. Unsure what to do he opened the gates to the Resting place. He walked inch by inch slower and slower each foot step.
*crack* The Young Yewian jumped. It was a Bone of a deceased who inhabited The Graveyard. He Trounced on abit farther until he stopped cold in his tracks, trembling, shacking out of control.
from the fog Appear Two Glowing Red dots, almost if someone were too take The Reddest of sapphires and have the moon hit them at the proper angle. he trembled more and more, and finally he Jumped "He...Awaits...You" a Shadowy Figure from beyond the grave lunged towards the man consuming flesh bone and all.
"He...wills.. that you are hisssss" the Deep voice spoke.
"What...he willssss. he getssss!" And the creature unleashed a snarl of tremendous proportion.
He Was reborn, made a new, The guardian willed he would never die no matter the circumstance, This shadow figure belonged to the guardian and not even previous attempt on his life would stop this. he Was the guardians And nobody Else's
he was the servant and the guardian was the Master
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Zirith Kienner 2002-2007
Last edited by Zirith_kienner : 08-25-2008 at 07:35 PM.
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