Post by Illyria on Jan 2, 2007 19:13:35 GMT -5
Slam!!!
Was heard throughout the heart of the small yet powerful, Jericho. It was again Illyria’s sarcophagus teleporting and landing in the middle of the nation. Illyria grew more excited with each passing second as she slided the top of the coffin off. She had now drawn the attention of every single person in the city square. People peering though windows and coming out of their houses/stores, they began to gather a few yards around the sarcophagus. All the people had stopped all actions and now staring at the seemingly human girl. Illyria turned to them, looking at these strange long-eared people.
In her head she thought to herself, “These people… Are incredibly powerful. I can sense magic in each and every one of them. Amazing. No matter I will rule them regardless.”
She removed herself from the coffin hoping to create the tear in the time stream that she needed so that she may retrieve her army. Yet, it occurred to her that she may have to wait a few days for her strength to return to her… She wished to call upon the power of these strange people and harness it as her own. She gazed at the large crowd peering into their souls only to see emotion, it disgusted her she half contemplated quelling them. But, thought against it. She could tell they were waiting, waiting for a savior. And she would pretend to be just that. Before anyone could get a good glimpse of her she transformed into a human looking girl normal, and average. No longer had blue hair or red armor, but she looked of royalty and of great importance. She was gorgeous in the eyes of the people but ugly to her own. She had now transformed fully into the shell she had destroyed when she infected the body of this young women.
Today luck was on her side, because the shell that she had consumed was in fact the cousin to the heir of the throne, Anyanka. Anyanka was the heir to the throne but had not shown her face since Zuma’s demise. The people of course wondered where the hell the coffin came from but there attention subsided when the beautiful Charisma Clymene began to speak, Illyria had matched her appearance flawlessly and could even copy her persona in every way. When Illyria had transformed she had also gained all of Charisma’s memories and feelings, tainting Illyria but very little.
“Anyanka is not coming to the throne! She has abandoned us! We must unite in order to keep this great nation together and not divided. I am the next heir after her… Let me take her place I can swear to you as I have sworn to myself I can make this nation work as it once did. I need your help. What say you?”
The people of Jericho had puzzled looks on their face they were not aware of what had happened in Zuma, they were all waiting on Apollo to come and take the throne. Finally the Head of the High Elvan Church who was maintaining the nation who actually had heard word the Zuma was destroyed, Though the girl had guts and maybe she worthy enough to have the throne. He decided to give this girl the throne but under watchful eye of the church. The Cleric had been taking Apollo’s place as ruler of Jericho but did not know enough about war to make those kinds of decisions. Illyria on the other had been proficient at that.
Charisma still standing in the center as the people had been swarmed around her, the cleric came to her side and began to escort her to the palace. The people of the kingdom now began to gossip about this young lady and her “capabilities” she had never had a leading position and she had always stayed away in her room away from all the people. The town once again resumed to its usual hustle and bustle as the Cleric and Charisma walked toward the palace. Illyria could feel Charisma… Illyria knew her shell was weak and she was determined to make its reputation stronger. If Illyria was to rule the world she would have to start with these people, in Jericho.
Was heard throughout the heart of the small yet powerful, Jericho. It was again Illyria’s sarcophagus teleporting and landing in the middle of the nation. Illyria grew more excited with each passing second as she slided the top of the coffin off. She had now drawn the attention of every single person in the city square. People peering though windows and coming out of their houses/stores, they began to gather a few yards around the sarcophagus. All the people had stopped all actions and now staring at the seemingly human girl. Illyria turned to them, looking at these strange long-eared people.
In her head she thought to herself, “These people… Are incredibly powerful. I can sense magic in each and every one of them. Amazing. No matter I will rule them regardless.”
She removed herself from the coffin hoping to create the tear in the time stream that she needed so that she may retrieve her army. Yet, it occurred to her that she may have to wait a few days for her strength to return to her… She wished to call upon the power of these strange people and harness it as her own. She gazed at the large crowd peering into their souls only to see emotion, it disgusted her she half contemplated quelling them. But, thought against it. She could tell they were waiting, waiting for a savior. And she would pretend to be just that. Before anyone could get a good glimpse of her she transformed into a human looking girl normal, and average. No longer had blue hair or red armor, but she looked of royalty and of great importance. She was gorgeous in the eyes of the people but ugly to her own. She had now transformed fully into the shell she had destroyed when she infected the body of this young women.
Today luck was on her side, because the shell that she had consumed was in fact the cousin to the heir of the throne, Anyanka. Anyanka was the heir to the throne but had not shown her face since Zuma’s demise. The people of course wondered where the hell the coffin came from but there attention subsided when the beautiful Charisma Clymene began to speak, Illyria had matched her appearance flawlessly and could even copy her persona in every way. When Illyria had transformed she had also gained all of Charisma’s memories and feelings, tainting Illyria but very little.
“Anyanka is not coming to the throne! She has abandoned us! We must unite in order to keep this great nation together and not divided. I am the next heir after her… Let me take her place I can swear to you as I have sworn to myself I can make this nation work as it once did. I need your help. What say you?”
The people of Jericho had puzzled looks on their face they were not aware of what had happened in Zuma, they were all waiting on Apollo to come and take the throne. Finally the Head of the High Elvan Church who was maintaining the nation who actually had heard word the Zuma was destroyed, Though the girl had guts and maybe she worthy enough to have the throne. He decided to give this girl the throne but under watchful eye of the church. The Cleric had been taking Apollo’s place as ruler of Jericho but did not know enough about war to make those kinds of decisions. Illyria on the other had been proficient at that.
Charisma still standing in the center as the people had been swarmed around her, the cleric came to her side and began to escort her to the palace. The people of the kingdom now began to gossip about this young lady and her “capabilities” she had never had a leading position and she had always stayed away in her room away from all the people. The town once again resumed to its usual hustle and bustle as the Cleric and Charisma walked toward the palace. Illyria could feel Charisma… Illyria knew her shell was weak and she was determined to make its reputation stronger. If Illyria was to rule the world she would have to start with these people, in Jericho.