Post by Elmo on Dec 23, 2006 9:06:08 GMT -5
Korag slowly walked into the pits of Teltar. Hidden deep underground, dank blue light merely highlighted the constant drip in deep stone corridors. Rats scurried along, their red eyes holding a polluted and warped intelligence. The pits, they contained the most dread of creatures, monsters and horrors one and all.
Their construction had been ordered by Korag, but for what purpose? A convinient place to make enemis 'vanish' in? No, the half-orc used it as a training center. Stripped to the waist he was powerfully built, his half-orcish skin almost grey. Muscles bulged under his skin hypnotically, across his tensed frame were countless scars, reminders of old battles.
In each powerful hand he held a blade, each dread sword letting out a strange energy. Light and darkness in their purest form each as deadly as the other. He passed numerous doors, magical charms keeping out any, or rather keeping in the creatures. However Korag was allowed passage through, doors eerily opening before him as he marched. This was the perfect test of a warrior, numerous strange beasts had been trapped here.
He trudged down ichor stained stairs, his face a calm serene, the light and dark flickers of his weapons licking his chin. Numerous arenas had been made, huge circular creations, iron doors blocking entry save for Korag and a few choice others. As he first emerged into the first arena a small prayer left his lips, all around eternal flames had been lit by magicks. Their surreal blue light spread into the sandy darkness, slowly lighting the contors of the first creature. Ancient, by their race it was. A Giant Zombie, the rot had stripped most of it's skin, leaving putrid bone and raw muscle.
Calmly Korag lifted each of his swords, muscles on his arms tensed to a point of pain. The Zombie saw him, green saliva began congregating at each side of its poisoned maw, fresh food. Then they began, Korag only whispering a 'bring it' before he started running. His two swords skimmed the dust upwards in two clouds as they dragged behind his strangely fast sprint. The fist, pudgy and plagued slammed towards Korag, the half-breed barely managed to fling himself out of the way before he rose again.
Seeing the chance Korag lunged forwards, his light blade cutting deep. The holy energy, purifying the zombie as it cut into the putrid beasts stomach. Rotted and yellowed flesh was hacked apart, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh filled the nostrils. The beast stared in amazement, milky and small eyes looking in awe at this orc. Then the Giant Zombie, that had reigned chaos for decades collapsed; dead.
Korag merely smiled, it had been a hollow victory. There had been no threat of loss, no rush as he felt the Reaper, read to harvest souls. As he moved towards the next arena he knew it would be a better fight.
The arena was the same, and yet far more sinister, crueler. The blue lights were all the more eldritch. From the darknes it came, a strange beast. Horns protruded from it's head, curved and cruel, reddened and dark. Korag knew that creature in an instant, each polluted, mocking feature. The Demonic lord stood there, a air of sinister quality around him, he carried one weapon. A great sword, jagged like teeth lunging from the blade.
The demon, in all its glory attacked, sword slashing awkwardly forwards in a overhead attack, powered by its own momentum and anger it cut downwards. Slowly Korag stepped backwards, bringing up his two swords in a 'X' movement and catching the great sword in a powerful catch. With a inhuman roar the two pushed, and pushed, finally the demon staggered. Generations of life in the abyss had made him powerful, yet against the raw strength of the orc he buckled. Instantly Korag ran forwards trailing his swords over the thigh of the demon, in response the black armored warrior lashed forwards.
As one the two staggered, Korag with a stab in his bicep and the demon's leg cut open. For a second they had grudging respect, neither wanting to go through the pain, at least until raw determination made them stand. Each rose his weapons and charged, the demon swept forwards his sword held close, using the range of it to fend off Korag. Halfway through his run Korag slowed, crouching under the attack, his legs spayed wide as he tried to get close enough for a attack.
With his legs so widely spread the demon took a chance, his sallow face turning to a grin as he kicked at Korag's knee. There was a sickening sound as the knee buckled and Korag fell, pain rippling through him. Or at least, he should have felt pain. Instead he felt anger. This demon dared try to beat him!
Slowly, amazingly Korag rose, blades loose in his hand. He parried aside several slashes, and then, half in a trance fended off any attack with one weapon. Finally, his dark blade was plunged into the demon's armor, poisoned blood gutted outwards. Silently the demon fell, amazed.
Korag let out a roar as he tore his sword free of his foe. He felt pride pulse through his veins, his muscles visibly grew. However in that instant he had understood, that deep rage inside. A beast to call upon, it was that darkness inside that had let him win. Never would he loose. The beast forbade it..
Their construction had been ordered by Korag, but for what purpose? A convinient place to make enemis 'vanish' in? No, the half-orc used it as a training center. Stripped to the waist he was powerfully built, his half-orcish skin almost grey. Muscles bulged under his skin hypnotically, across his tensed frame were countless scars, reminders of old battles.
In each powerful hand he held a blade, each dread sword letting out a strange energy. Light and darkness in their purest form each as deadly as the other. He passed numerous doors, magical charms keeping out any, or rather keeping in the creatures. However Korag was allowed passage through, doors eerily opening before him as he marched. This was the perfect test of a warrior, numerous strange beasts had been trapped here.
He trudged down ichor stained stairs, his face a calm serene, the light and dark flickers of his weapons licking his chin. Numerous arenas had been made, huge circular creations, iron doors blocking entry save for Korag and a few choice others. As he first emerged into the first arena a small prayer left his lips, all around eternal flames had been lit by magicks. Their surreal blue light spread into the sandy darkness, slowly lighting the contors of the first creature. Ancient, by their race it was. A Giant Zombie, the rot had stripped most of it's skin, leaving putrid bone and raw muscle.
Calmly Korag lifted each of his swords, muscles on his arms tensed to a point of pain. The Zombie saw him, green saliva began congregating at each side of its poisoned maw, fresh food. Then they began, Korag only whispering a 'bring it' before he started running. His two swords skimmed the dust upwards in two clouds as they dragged behind his strangely fast sprint. The fist, pudgy and plagued slammed towards Korag, the half-breed barely managed to fling himself out of the way before he rose again.
Seeing the chance Korag lunged forwards, his light blade cutting deep. The holy energy, purifying the zombie as it cut into the putrid beasts stomach. Rotted and yellowed flesh was hacked apart, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh filled the nostrils. The beast stared in amazement, milky and small eyes looking in awe at this orc. Then the Giant Zombie, that had reigned chaos for decades collapsed; dead.
Korag merely smiled, it had been a hollow victory. There had been no threat of loss, no rush as he felt the Reaper, read to harvest souls. As he moved towards the next arena he knew it would be a better fight.
The arena was the same, and yet far more sinister, crueler. The blue lights were all the more eldritch. From the darknes it came, a strange beast. Horns protruded from it's head, curved and cruel, reddened and dark. Korag knew that creature in an instant, each polluted, mocking feature. The Demonic lord stood there, a air of sinister quality around him, he carried one weapon. A great sword, jagged like teeth lunging from the blade.
The demon, in all its glory attacked, sword slashing awkwardly forwards in a overhead attack, powered by its own momentum and anger it cut downwards. Slowly Korag stepped backwards, bringing up his two swords in a 'X' movement and catching the great sword in a powerful catch. With a inhuman roar the two pushed, and pushed, finally the demon staggered. Generations of life in the abyss had made him powerful, yet against the raw strength of the orc he buckled. Instantly Korag ran forwards trailing his swords over the thigh of the demon, in response the black armored warrior lashed forwards.
As one the two staggered, Korag with a stab in his bicep and the demon's leg cut open. For a second they had grudging respect, neither wanting to go through the pain, at least until raw determination made them stand. Each rose his weapons and charged, the demon swept forwards his sword held close, using the range of it to fend off Korag. Halfway through his run Korag slowed, crouching under the attack, his legs spayed wide as he tried to get close enough for a attack.
With his legs so widely spread the demon took a chance, his sallow face turning to a grin as he kicked at Korag's knee. There was a sickening sound as the knee buckled and Korag fell, pain rippling through him. Or at least, he should have felt pain. Instead he felt anger. This demon dared try to beat him!
Slowly, amazingly Korag rose, blades loose in his hand. He parried aside several slashes, and then, half in a trance fended off any attack with one weapon. Finally, his dark blade was plunged into the demon's armor, poisoned blood gutted outwards. Silently the demon fell, amazed.
Korag let out a roar as he tore his sword free of his foe. He felt pride pulse through his veins, his muscles visibly grew. However in that instant he had understood, that deep rage inside. A beast to call upon, it was that darkness inside that had let him win. Never would he loose. The beast forbade it..