I've been haunting these dusty old halls for countless decades. Mortality and it's vices forgotten as I move up the food chain. Blood is my only love now. My lust and my life. Only hunger remains.
Humans are just a cattle, there to be slaughtered.
Sigismund was such a fool, did he think banner would bring salvation to him and his people? All magic come with a price and he payed with his very being. WIth his immortality. For there is no greater power source, than power of a soul.
With grafting his soul to a banner his body becomed automaton, cursed to forever live and remember how it is to live. To experience excruciating pain of being separated from his soul. Such pain created wicked creature, that should not have been possible to exist, for wraiths are souls corrupted by Dhar. So how did that creature come into existance if soul was bound within banner.
I guess necromancy always has it's price. Unwitingly I've created great artefact that saved many cities as it inspired those who would fight under him with very courage Sigismund was famous for. Darkness fall back before power of the banner and all praised Sigismund, burying automaton that though he is Sigismund within tomb under Ostland. I stayed with him, and when it became to painfull for spiritujal abomination, when his sanity sliped into madness I sent my warriors to take banner from him. He was pathetic, he couldn't even form words. Only moaning like lost dog in teh darkness...
Darkness was rising in east and I felt it... dak forces were gathering, chaos threathened to overwhelm mortals. Even I, creature of darkness and untold power shivered as I thought about realm of chaos, that ever changing realm that never stays the same. Always morpind, always changing.
And it is then when danger was close two of immortal aelfin arrived. Behind them stood creature of great, dark power within himself even I shivered as I monitored him.
As it was my guards engaged arrogant fools in melee and were cought down within several moments. One of aelfin carried wicked blue shining blade which very light hurt my eyes... I had to slay that arrogant bastard... But as I threw all my might on them, they drew me back... Powerfull dark entity taing up deadly blue blade and cutting my defences into ribbons. I took my true form and I fled into darkness... I would return once... maby... for immortal aelfin would soon have greater problems than myself... all might of chaos is about to fall upon them in manner of days and even they will not be able to withstand endless beastly armies of the north...
For now I rest, and then I hunt... I will make myself nice necklace of human ears, but at least that fool Sigismund will burn in his personal hell forever!
Post je objavljen 16.04.2012. u 23:05 sati.