Post by Decimas on Sept 16, 2006 22:01:18 GMT -5
The night was drawing near and clouds had begun to form overhead as a distinct eerie aura spread across the realm. There was still light in the sky as the sun had not yet quite set, but it most certainly would not last long. There were no cricket chirps or owel coos that quiet evening, as all creatures and sounds of nature drew deafly ill. No one would know what it was that the realms silence foreshadowed, but they would all soon find out.
Far beneath the ground in his lair of self rightious madness, the master necromancer conjured the last of the spells required to bring forth his newest tool or toy, whichever seemed to suit the night just right, and his lips parted with the final words of the spell. "Oior oriri ortus ut vita , vernula de vestri senior."
As those final words were spoken, the massive structure of formerly fossilised bones of mamoths and gigantic creatures from the past took one deep breath of air. The lung sac formed of seal skins and fish gills expanded in one large heave, though it couldn't have been seen as the behemoth's chest was covered in it's entirety by the enourmous platings from hip bones of elephants for pectorals and ribs and spines of beasts for interlocked gridded structure surrounding its torso. There was armor of Sheet metal and sewer caps welded to the creature's gigantic form and a club made of street lamp posts and concrete in the giant golem's right hand. When the behemoth rose after that first breath it took, the cavern shook and dust fell from above. The monster stood two stories tall, hunched like an ape with the club hangin in one hand and the mamoth ribb fingers of it's other hand fisted against the ground, and looked down at the necromancer master and his corpse pawns.
The air that night was filled with grim respect, for the life and slave the necromancer had just begun. There was a new life, or half a life to be forced upon the world, and it would surely be a terror to it. Decimas grinned maniacally as he stood in pride and looked up at the beast that his magical works had just dawned on the world. The time since that troublesome spell that had been set on the graveyard had proven difficult. In the time since then, the necromancer had been forced to find sources of bone and carcass elsewhere than the grounds beneath the graveyard and drag them back to the tombs. All the extra work had made the final revelation of the great golem all the more gradifying when his months of construction were finally coming to fruition and he found himself one step closer to the completion of his plans. Decimas could feel his dream getting ever closer and he laughed into his psychotic smile. The city would see a new manifestation of the necromancers power that night, and a new page would be turned in the story of the world. The people were still ignorent, they couldn't ever see what was right and Decimas expected that they never would. Even the spectacle at the gates where he brought the unchained woman Cella was not enough to declare to them the futility of their adle minded resistance.
Wether the people of the city would co-operate or not though, Decimas would have his way and his dream would indeed come true. Any who followed him and fought on his side to help in the creation of that world that the necromancer so desperately longed to build, would be ensured their own dreams to come true. Cella, for example, would have her place wherever it was she would make it as she seemed to understan the necromancer's words. No one will give you what you want, he believed, you have to take it for yourself.
Decimas walked around to the back of the great golem as the monster stood there idly waiting for its master's orders. The necromancer climbed up onto the beasts back and held on to what was designed to be his handles. "Move" He said alloud, and the creature began to walk to the tunnel ahead of him from the great chamber they were in. They were moving toward the lake and away from the tomb entrance to the caves. The grand finale of this war was yet to come and Decimas had no intention of revealing his location before it all was done. He would leave the graveyard tombs for a later time when Kaldryn had finished fixing the hazard that Ashard had been involved in and when Decimas was ready to wage that final battle against the city of Karador. For the time though, he would use the more concealed rout of passing through the water. The master necromancer had had a large tunnel built big enough around for the golem to walk through to the lake, so that the monster would be able to appear from the woods by the water and dissapear there as well. There would be no need for the creature to travel to and from the graveyard, pottentially being followed.
As the monster began to sink into the water at the end of the tunnel, Decimas drew a good long breath of air and readied himself for the minute it would take to come up to air on the other side. When they did come up, Decimas had the golem continue walking in the water until they were some ways down the shores before climbing up onto dry land. There would be no foot prints from the monster to show where it had come from, and they were then far from the graveyard and near the city walls.
On the way through the forest, the necromancer past one of his secondary undead barracks and the hundreds of walking carcasses from that set of catacombs began to follow suit. By the time the necromancer reached the city walls with his new golem, he had an effective army of living dead following in his trails. They were nowhere near the gates, but Decimas wasn't the slightest bit concerned about how to get into the city. "Nock it down." The necromancer said to the beast he rode. With the very words the necromancer spoke, the massive golem propped its self onits one fist and took a mighty swing with the club in it's other hand. Driving the steel and concrete club through the construct of the city wall, the monster pulled it's arm back and took another swing. After only a few strikes of the massive club against the wall of Karador, a large openning had been formed and the great beast stepped through onto the streets of Karador.
Upon entry into the city through the newly formed hole in the wall, the great beast took to swinging his club at the structures of the city, creating destruction and mayhem through the streets of Karador. Masses of dead men and women, animals from the woods, and living carcasses of every sort flowed into the city streets and screams could be heard in the Karador night. "Cry havok and let slip the dogs of war!" yelled the necromancer master, quoting an ancient tale from one of many age old scripts he had read in the past. That had been a line that Decimas quite enjoyed, as it seemed to express his sentiment exactly. "Run Phobos, run!" He screamed into the night after a hearty laugh in his regular maniacle manner. The necromancer was making his way to the army barracks that night. he was striving to show some power, and make a point. with an assault to the very core of the Karadorian military's strength, it would be obvious that Decimas would stop at nothing to make his dream come true. The necromancer was certain that his beloved deciple would come to find him that night. He wouldn't have to search for her when his presance was so known as it was that night. The air itself was thick with the aura of death, and all would know that the war had just begun.
Far beneath the ground in his lair of self rightious madness, the master necromancer conjured the last of the spells required to bring forth his newest tool or toy, whichever seemed to suit the night just right, and his lips parted with the final words of the spell. "Oior oriri ortus ut vita , vernula de vestri senior."
As those final words were spoken, the massive structure of formerly fossilised bones of mamoths and gigantic creatures from the past took one deep breath of air. The lung sac formed of seal skins and fish gills expanded in one large heave, though it couldn't have been seen as the behemoth's chest was covered in it's entirety by the enourmous platings from hip bones of elephants for pectorals and ribs and spines of beasts for interlocked gridded structure surrounding its torso. There was armor of Sheet metal and sewer caps welded to the creature's gigantic form and a club made of street lamp posts and concrete in the giant golem's right hand. When the behemoth rose after that first breath it took, the cavern shook and dust fell from above. The monster stood two stories tall, hunched like an ape with the club hangin in one hand and the mamoth ribb fingers of it's other hand fisted against the ground, and looked down at the necromancer master and his corpse pawns.
The air that night was filled with grim respect, for the life and slave the necromancer had just begun. There was a new life, or half a life to be forced upon the world, and it would surely be a terror to it. Decimas grinned maniacally as he stood in pride and looked up at the beast that his magical works had just dawned on the world. The time since that troublesome spell that had been set on the graveyard had proven difficult. In the time since then, the necromancer had been forced to find sources of bone and carcass elsewhere than the grounds beneath the graveyard and drag them back to the tombs. All the extra work had made the final revelation of the great golem all the more gradifying when his months of construction were finally coming to fruition and he found himself one step closer to the completion of his plans. Decimas could feel his dream getting ever closer and he laughed into his psychotic smile. The city would see a new manifestation of the necromancers power that night, and a new page would be turned in the story of the world. The people were still ignorent, they couldn't ever see what was right and Decimas expected that they never would. Even the spectacle at the gates where he brought the unchained woman Cella was not enough to declare to them the futility of their adle minded resistance.
Wether the people of the city would co-operate or not though, Decimas would have his way and his dream would indeed come true. Any who followed him and fought on his side to help in the creation of that world that the necromancer so desperately longed to build, would be ensured their own dreams to come true. Cella, for example, would have her place wherever it was she would make it as she seemed to understan the necromancer's words. No one will give you what you want, he believed, you have to take it for yourself.
Decimas walked around to the back of the great golem as the monster stood there idly waiting for its master's orders. The necromancer climbed up onto the beasts back and held on to what was designed to be his handles. "Move" He said alloud, and the creature began to walk to the tunnel ahead of him from the great chamber they were in. They were moving toward the lake and away from the tomb entrance to the caves. The grand finale of this war was yet to come and Decimas had no intention of revealing his location before it all was done. He would leave the graveyard tombs for a later time when Kaldryn had finished fixing the hazard that Ashard had been involved in and when Decimas was ready to wage that final battle against the city of Karador. For the time though, he would use the more concealed rout of passing through the water. The master necromancer had had a large tunnel built big enough around for the golem to walk through to the lake, so that the monster would be able to appear from the woods by the water and dissapear there as well. There would be no need for the creature to travel to and from the graveyard, pottentially being followed.
As the monster began to sink into the water at the end of the tunnel, Decimas drew a good long breath of air and readied himself for the minute it would take to come up to air on the other side. When they did come up, Decimas had the golem continue walking in the water until they were some ways down the shores before climbing up onto dry land. There would be no foot prints from the monster to show where it had come from, and they were then far from the graveyard and near the city walls.
On the way through the forest, the necromancer past one of his secondary undead barracks and the hundreds of walking carcasses from that set of catacombs began to follow suit. By the time the necromancer reached the city walls with his new golem, he had an effective army of living dead following in his trails. They were nowhere near the gates, but Decimas wasn't the slightest bit concerned about how to get into the city. "Nock it down." The necromancer said to the beast he rode. With the very words the necromancer spoke, the massive golem propped its self onits one fist and took a mighty swing with the club in it's other hand. Driving the steel and concrete club through the construct of the city wall, the monster pulled it's arm back and took another swing. After only a few strikes of the massive club against the wall of Karador, a large openning had been formed and the great beast stepped through onto the streets of Karador.
Upon entry into the city through the newly formed hole in the wall, the great beast took to swinging his club at the structures of the city, creating destruction and mayhem through the streets of Karador. Masses of dead men and women, animals from the woods, and living carcasses of every sort flowed into the city streets and screams could be heard in the Karador night. "Cry havok and let slip the dogs of war!" yelled the necromancer master, quoting an ancient tale from one of many age old scripts he had read in the past. That had been a line that Decimas quite enjoyed, as it seemed to express his sentiment exactly. "Run Phobos, run!" He screamed into the night after a hearty laugh in his regular maniacle manner. The necromancer was making his way to the army barracks that night. he was striving to show some power, and make a point. with an assault to the very core of the Karadorian military's strength, it would be obvious that Decimas would stop at nothing to make his dream come true. The necromancer was certain that his beloved deciple would come to find him that night. He wouldn't have to search for her when his presance was so known as it was that night. The air itself was thick with the aura of death, and all would know that the war had just begun.