Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 13, 2007 20:14:49 GMT -5
dameus walks up to the gates and opens them, crossing through into oblivion.
he begins walking towards a giant flaming crater he sees far in the distance.
the hand of Prominence
as he walks up, he looks back towards the gates to see they're locked tight suddenly.
he laughs and keeps walking towards the crater.
finally, he reached the crater. he walked into it, surrounded by lava and scorching flames and began searching for a cave entrance.
he began walking around, searching.
....
he saw a hole...
this was it.
dameus began his climb into the cave, knowing a wretched fate could befall him within the crater. yet, with abberoc in his hand, he felt no true fear. and so, with pride, he walked further in.
as he came to another door sealed with runes, he laid his hand flat onto it and muttered,
"velcus...treked un ihrem ohn kierta felven ragnarok!"
silence.
finally, the door's runes glowed brightly, then faded off of the door into nothingness.
it opened.
dameus began a long trek within the crater. there was lava almost everywhere you looked. and the scorching heat was getting to him. he took out a freeze elixir and drank deeply, cooling himself from the immense heat.
as he started walking he began noticing that the crater didn't seem too sturdy...at all....
after a long journey through the cave, he came to a humongous door ensealed with symbols he didn't even understand...
the language of the drageroks...
he pressed his hand flat against it like he did the other door and focused immensely.
he ripped abberoc out of its scabbard and pressed the tip against the middle of the door.
"sol....dia korum....un prominence....sol prominence!" he said, hoping something might happen.
to his surprise, a light began to start in the middle of the door.
it began to further climb, spidering out like a cracking mirror to the other sides of the door.
it began to crack.
a blinding light was released through the stone into the rest of the fiery chamber and began to fade just after the final cracks reached the edges.
the door burst, rocks flying through the crater, most hitting dameus.
he was bruised quite badly, but it wasn't fatal...but he was starting to bleed a bit on the shoulder.
clutching his eyes for a few seconds until his vision faded back to normal, he began walking through where the door once was...
into another chamber surrounded in lava except for in the middle, which held a floating stone platform.
he began stepping towards it...and finally he reached the middle.
when he looked ahead he saw a pair of golden and crimson armor. a cape surrounded it and it was amazingly the greatest piece of armor he had ever seen.
he walked up to it and pulled it off, beginning to put it on.
the feeling was amazing! he felt power! it ran throughout the entire armor, reaching all around his body. the rubys nestled all around it were radiant with powerful magic that he could feel with touching it!
amazing!!!
but he still had a job to do...
he looked past the armor to see the last room in the cavern.
it had no door guarding it, but he could see the blazing red blade and its glowing onyx hilt and pommel and the blood red rubies encrusted on it...the sbabbard lay behind it, straight out horizontally.
he walked towards it and picked up the scabbard, locking it onto his belt. he then turned towards the blade...
the red blade....
it glowed....it was....beautiful.....
he laid his hand firmly on the handle and gripped it strongly, then the other on the handle as well....
he slowly pulled it out...every second that he pulled it out, the aura shining red around it began to grow...
a burst of power......
finally....
he ripped it out of the altar and raised it above his head.
"finally.....the blade of darkest blood...in my grasp.....the final key...to velveshde...."
his gauntlets suddenly glowed and then red symbols appeared on the palm and on the tops....
this was the blade he had needed for years...and now he had it...
but it was not his to wield...it was anothers....
zeths....
but until then, he had to draw velveshde....
he began walking out....out of the flaming pit of prominence....
holding ragnarok proudly in his hand.
*dameus exavior has left oblivion for jerall mountains*
he begins walking towards a giant flaming crater he sees far in the distance.
the hand of Prominence
as he walks up, he looks back towards the gates to see they're locked tight suddenly.
he laughs and keeps walking towards the crater.
finally, he reached the crater. he walked into it, surrounded by lava and scorching flames and began searching for a cave entrance.
he began walking around, searching.
....
he saw a hole...
this was it.
dameus began his climb into the cave, knowing a wretched fate could befall him within the crater. yet, with abberoc in his hand, he felt no true fear. and so, with pride, he walked further in.
as he came to another door sealed with runes, he laid his hand flat onto it and muttered,
"velcus...treked un ihrem ohn kierta felven ragnarok!"
silence.
finally, the door's runes glowed brightly, then faded off of the door into nothingness.
it opened.
dameus began a long trek within the crater. there was lava almost everywhere you looked. and the scorching heat was getting to him. he took out a freeze elixir and drank deeply, cooling himself from the immense heat.
as he started walking he began noticing that the crater didn't seem too sturdy...at all....
after a long journey through the cave, he came to a humongous door ensealed with symbols he didn't even understand...
the language of the drageroks...
he pressed his hand flat against it like he did the other door and focused immensely.
he ripped abberoc out of its scabbard and pressed the tip against the middle of the door.
"sol....dia korum....un prominence....sol prominence!" he said, hoping something might happen.
to his surprise, a light began to start in the middle of the door.
it began to further climb, spidering out like a cracking mirror to the other sides of the door.
it began to crack.
a blinding light was released through the stone into the rest of the fiery chamber and began to fade just after the final cracks reached the edges.
the door burst, rocks flying through the crater, most hitting dameus.
he was bruised quite badly, but it wasn't fatal...but he was starting to bleed a bit on the shoulder.
clutching his eyes for a few seconds until his vision faded back to normal, he began walking through where the door once was...
into another chamber surrounded in lava except for in the middle, which held a floating stone platform.
he began stepping towards it...and finally he reached the middle.
when he looked ahead he saw a pair of golden and crimson armor. a cape surrounded it and it was amazingly the greatest piece of armor he had ever seen.
he walked up to it and pulled it off, beginning to put it on.
the feeling was amazing! he felt power! it ran throughout the entire armor, reaching all around his body. the rubys nestled all around it were radiant with powerful magic that he could feel with touching it!
amazing!!!
but he still had a job to do...
he looked past the armor to see the last room in the cavern.
it had no door guarding it, but he could see the blazing red blade and its glowing onyx hilt and pommel and the blood red rubies encrusted on it...the sbabbard lay behind it, straight out horizontally.
he walked towards it and picked up the scabbard, locking it onto his belt. he then turned towards the blade...
the red blade....
it glowed....it was....beautiful.....
he laid his hand firmly on the handle and gripped it strongly, then the other on the handle as well....
he slowly pulled it out...every second that he pulled it out, the aura shining red around it began to grow...
a burst of power......
finally....
he ripped it out of the altar and raised it above his head.
"finally.....the blade of darkest blood...in my grasp.....the final key...to velveshde...."
his gauntlets suddenly glowed and then red symbols appeared on the palm and on the tops....
this was the blade he had needed for years...and now he had it...
but it was not his to wield...it was anothers....
zeths....
but until then, he had to draw velveshde....
he began walking out....out of the flaming pit of prominence....
holding ragnarok proudly in his hand.
*dameus exavior has left oblivion for jerall mountains*
