Post by Lyle on Dec 20, 2006 22:07:35 GMT -5
The surge of gold from this area was quite influential for Jericho, more or less it kept the King's bank filled and the war machine going, even if it was a bit smaller than than the other Kingdoms. However, no one seemed to care about such ideas, far out from the main land in Ukai, where peace of mind was very much a possibility, though in all cases it was forgotten, greed rusting upon the bravest and most noble of men as they dove hammers and picks first into the vast and expansive mines within the deep and dark earth. One such mine was within a hill that could simply not be flattened, nor could it be beaten. Only the fiercest of beasts threw themselves into such a mine, the darkness, soft dirt and large boulders.. conditions that would not even plague a soldier within the army. Demons, devilish beasts, only things that bled black itself would care to take to such a hill, one that was filled with gold, some would even say that very shiny and precious rock was as black as the blood spilled for it.. A legend? Who knew? Ten alone had died in the past week attempting to find the gold that no one had lay eyes upon in twenty years. They knew it was there as from previous record, but none could successfully dig deep enough..
4 Weeks ago..
Endless space.. Mist.. Endless, uncountable, unknown and infinite range. The Mist, in all true words, as said by an individual who can go for days without speaking a single word..
"We'd heard it as he found us lurking in the icy snow cap, our breath tiresome and our throats burnt to a crisp, covered with the very warm cold. Our legs and arms began to burn, boiling within our skin as our end near even though but a moment ago we were sure our minds would go numb from another blow of the piercing, frigid wind. Yet we aimlessly stood as he gathered our attention with his two yellow eyes, our hearts slow as we felt the inner darkness creep from the cloaked demon and then upon us, clinging to our souls and ripping what pitiless thoughts and heart warming memories we contained. No longer did we posses fear, no longer did we groan with each step, no longer did the time of day matter, nor the condition we'd been thrust into. No longer did we see those yellow eyes, either.. Ecstasy it was, as a fire ripped out from our sides, a man upon horseback wielding the destructing substance like it was a blade, his mastery over his craft dazzling our naive and easy going minds..."
"Back then we'd known the two as Yerev and Lal, now we knew them as sir and commander. From adventurous searchers we'd come, to adventurous bandits we'd gone.."
The three were hunched over, their arms flailing, pikes in each hand as they acted like they were trying to save themselves from drowning, possibly drowning from the deep and suffocating air around them, that wreaked of fear.. Behind them stood a mounted man clad in black armor and a very demonic helm with two horns upon it. The most fierce part of the man like figure was his eyes, their red gazing and ominous looks doing nothing to calm the three miners. His horse was just like him, black and red eyed, loyal to its master until the day it died. A large, smoky cape rustled with his every movement, it though almost invisible in the darkness of the cave, the only light source from the horsemen himself, who wield a fire ball in one of his hands, illuminating a small area around him and his horse. The men had no light, though they didn't need light for this job. Behind them, beneath them and further up the cave was trail of fresh, black blood from their former companions and rivals in this most cruel business upon Black Blood Hill. Ten, no.. twenty had been slain as the creature and two sentries descended upon the mine, four swords and a fire balls scattering everywhere with a most thorough and methodical way. 'Bandits?' Thought one such soul, before his back began to burst to flames and his mind went blank, his voice raising as he screamed for a savior..
Outside of the cave it was most evident of what was occurring within. Lal surely had been worked up and was in no happy mood, though he himself remarked once he hadn't been happy in hundreds of years.. The cruel magician never the less was a insane creature at most, whether in or out of battle. Some in the band wondered if he could have ever been better than Yerev, if he could take hold of the group with his powerful magic and master of illusion. Never the less, none dare question Yerev, or the bond that him and Lal shared, which was always evident, but never prominent. Some joke that the old demonic magician owed Yerev a very good deal of money, or possibly some service, as saving one's life. Then again, no one knew if either of the two could be killed, their power was just that immense to their men alone. Yerev sat quiet, as always, upon his black, fine steed, a foggy mist surrounding his persona. The very black that covered his entire body seemed to wander off into the endless gray air, as though Yerev was bored, or tired of waiting. Another scream broke out, this one much more delighted than the previous ones. Yerev turned his head, rather cloak and nodded, signaling for some of his infantry to head toward the tunnel and begin transporting the gold that had surely been found. They proceeded down, deep into the earth as Lal ascend up the tunnel once again, appearing only a minute later, still upon his horse and very confident in his ways. He trotted over toward Yerev and nodded, a very dark and ragged voice appearing after it.
"You'd be surprised how pitiless these creatures are. They have to be threatened just to find some damned gold within a place filled to the brim with it... Hati, where is he?"
A cavalry men, from the large unit that had been behind Yerev the entire time, comes forward and speaks in Yerev's place, like things usually are handled.. The demon's voice is very cultured, its inner workings dipped in hatred and doused in the craziness of a battle.
"Lord, he lurks south near the bays, securing many ship and waiting for us."
"Excellent.. Ah, there, the gold has arrived. We depart toward commander Hati's position! Cavalry to the front, infantry to the back and sides and ranged units to the center!"
The very quiet and well trained army moved on, four large sacks filled with gold coming with them as they made their way toward the nearby bay, where their fellow bandit lord, Hati, was killing several enemy units with his powerful wolves unit, surely massacring much of the area as he went about his orders.
And indeed he did, as the very quiet army descended upon the area, the morning's mist still covering their tracks and their formations holding, even through the very thick and endless substance. Surely why they were called warriors of the mist, their minds and habits all too ready for the thickening and gray air. The commanders again met with nods as the ships were loaded up quickly, all knowing that they needn't take on the Kingdom of Jericho just yet, nor should they dare attract too much unwanted attention from the vast and wandering eyes of the land. They set sail for the other side of the world, sailing aimlessly Eastwood, hoping the wind would not fail them..
(Stop me if you want, though I'll be making a post later tonight. If you've yet to stop me then then I won't count whatever you post against this after it.)
4 Weeks ago..
Endless space.. Mist.. Endless, uncountable, unknown and infinite range. The Mist, in all true words, as said by an individual who can go for days without speaking a single word..
"We'd heard it as he found us lurking in the icy snow cap, our breath tiresome and our throats burnt to a crisp, covered with the very warm cold. Our legs and arms began to burn, boiling within our skin as our end near even though but a moment ago we were sure our minds would go numb from another blow of the piercing, frigid wind. Yet we aimlessly stood as he gathered our attention with his two yellow eyes, our hearts slow as we felt the inner darkness creep from the cloaked demon and then upon us, clinging to our souls and ripping what pitiless thoughts and heart warming memories we contained. No longer did we posses fear, no longer did we groan with each step, no longer did the time of day matter, nor the condition we'd been thrust into. No longer did we see those yellow eyes, either.. Ecstasy it was, as a fire ripped out from our sides, a man upon horseback wielding the destructing substance like it was a blade, his mastery over his craft dazzling our naive and easy going minds..."
"Back then we'd known the two as Yerev and Lal, now we knew them as sir and commander. From adventurous searchers we'd come, to adventurous bandits we'd gone.."
The three were hunched over, their arms flailing, pikes in each hand as they acted like they were trying to save themselves from drowning, possibly drowning from the deep and suffocating air around them, that wreaked of fear.. Behind them stood a mounted man clad in black armor and a very demonic helm with two horns upon it. The most fierce part of the man like figure was his eyes, their red gazing and ominous looks doing nothing to calm the three miners. His horse was just like him, black and red eyed, loyal to its master until the day it died. A large, smoky cape rustled with his every movement, it though almost invisible in the darkness of the cave, the only light source from the horsemen himself, who wield a fire ball in one of his hands, illuminating a small area around him and his horse. The men had no light, though they didn't need light for this job. Behind them, beneath them and further up the cave was trail of fresh, black blood from their former companions and rivals in this most cruel business upon Black Blood Hill. Ten, no.. twenty had been slain as the creature and two sentries descended upon the mine, four swords and a fire balls scattering everywhere with a most thorough and methodical way. 'Bandits?' Thought one such soul, before his back began to burst to flames and his mind went blank, his voice raising as he screamed for a savior..
Outside of the cave it was most evident of what was occurring within. Lal surely had been worked up and was in no happy mood, though he himself remarked once he hadn't been happy in hundreds of years.. The cruel magician never the less was a insane creature at most, whether in or out of battle. Some in the band wondered if he could have ever been better than Yerev, if he could take hold of the group with his powerful magic and master of illusion. Never the less, none dare question Yerev, or the bond that him and Lal shared, which was always evident, but never prominent. Some joke that the old demonic magician owed Yerev a very good deal of money, or possibly some service, as saving one's life. Then again, no one knew if either of the two could be killed, their power was just that immense to their men alone. Yerev sat quiet, as always, upon his black, fine steed, a foggy mist surrounding his persona. The very black that covered his entire body seemed to wander off into the endless gray air, as though Yerev was bored, or tired of waiting. Another scream broke out, this one much more delighted than the previous ones. Yerev turned his head, rather cloak and nodded, signaling for some of his infantry to head toward the tunnel and begin transporting the gold that had surely been found. They proceeded down, deep into the earth as Lal ascend up the tunnel once again, appearing only a minute later, still upon his horse and very confident in his ways. He trotted over toward Yerev and nodded, a very dark and ragged voice appearing after it.
"You'd be surprised how pitiless these creatures are. They have to be threatened just to find some damned gold within a place filled to the brim with it... Hati, where is he?"
A cavalry men, from the large unit that had been behind Yerev the entire time, comes forward and speaks in Yerev's place, like things usually are handled.. The demon's voice is very cultured, its inner workings dipped in hatred and doused in the craziness of a battle.
"Lord, he lurks south near the bays, securing many ship and waiting for us."
"Excellent.. Ah, there, the gold has arrived. We depart toward commander Hati's position! Cavalry to the front, infantry to the back and sides and ranged units to the center!"
The very quiet and well trained army moved on, four large sacks filled with gold coming with them as they made their way toward the nearby bay, where their fellow bandit lord, Hati, was killing several enemy units with his powerful wolves unit, surely massacring much of the area as he went about his orders.
And indeed he did, as the very quiet army descended upon the area, the morning's mist still covering their tracks and their formations holding, even through the very thick and endless substance. Surely why they were called warriors of the mist, their minds and habits all too ready for the thickening and gray air. The commanders again met with nods as the ships were loaded up quickly, all knowing that they needn't take on the Kingdom of Jericho just yet, nor should they dare attract too much unwanted attention from the vast and wandering eyes of the land. They set sail for the other side of the world, sailing aimlessly Eastwood, hoping the wind would not fail them..
(Stop me if you want, though I'll be making a post later tonight. If you've yet to stop me then then I won't count whatever you post against this after it.)
