Post by deverbero on Apr 11, 2008 12:01:12 GMT -5
The face of the cliff shone a dull iron in the waning moonlight, it's surface weathered through the years, harsh and cruel... Like the apparition it held at its peak, staring off unto the valley below with its thrice hundred campfires.
brooding about his purpose here in addition to all his normal frustrations, he knelt still enough to inspire jealousy within stone.
Glossy black eyes held the hatred of over three hundred millinea of war, betrayal, and murdered hope.
He hated what he was, but even more did he loath those who had made him this.
T'was 20 years now since Sir Gabriel, Capitan of the legendary, yet crumbling Myrkridian Infantry, had taken him under his wing... Well forced would more be the word.
'I could break this entire valley with a thought...' he sighed deep within, betraying not a hint of emotion all the while. Only Gabriel knew what he was, where he had come from, and the secret was kept through the influence of fear upon that man, fear of the army Deverbero had once commanded, to pale to that of the commander himself.
Since he was "saved" by his master Gabriel, he had been made to forsake his immense power and his freedom, so thus to serve the ends of the vast and wondrous Dominion of the Unconquered Sun.
And those ends had now brought him him, far from what he mockingly called home now within the holds of Lake Myrkridia, sent to observe the movements of an unnamed army that, although had as of yet proved to not be a menace, still had his Captain concerned.
No colors flew, no identifying markings of any kind, and yet as he had watched them for 3 days now, he saw that they were methodical, efficient soldiers (if indeed that is what they were).
Now to wait, bound by his loyalty, to watch these pathetic masked wretches while his sole desire to use his power consumed him.
"Soon I will be free, and when that times comes, God help all you who would clame to be master over the Lord of the Syphris!"
brooding about his purpose here in addition to all his normal frustrations, he knelt still enough to inspire jealousy within stone.
Glossy black eyes held the hatred of over three hundred millinea of war, betrayal, and murdered hope.
He hated what he was, but even more did he loath those who had made him this.
T'was 20 years now since Sir Gabriel, Capitan of the legendary, yet crumbling Myrkridian Infantry, had taken him under his wing... Well forced would more be the word.
'I could break this entire valley with a thought...' he sighed deep within, betraying not a hint of emotion all the while. Only Gabriel knew what he was, where he had come from, and the secret was kept through the influence of fear upon that man, fear of the army Deverbero had once commanded, to pale to that of the commander himself.
Since he was "saved" by his master Gabriel, he had been made to forsake his immense power and his freedom, so thus to serve the ends of the vast and wondrous Dominion of the Unconquered Sun.
And those ends had now brought him him, far from what he mockingly called home now within the holds of Lake Myrkridia, sent to observe the movements of an unnamed army that, although had as of yet proved to not be a menace, still had his Captain concerned.
No colors flew, no identifying markings of any kind, and yet as he had watched them for 3 days now, he saw that they were methodical, efficient soldiers (if indeed that is what they were).
Now to wait, bound by his loyalty, to watch these pathetic masked wretches while his sole desire to use his power consumed him.
"Soon I will be free, and when that times comes, God help all you who would clame to be master over the Lord of the Syphris!"