Post by Ketenge on Sept 1, 2010 11:40:12 GMT -5
Among the dark halls and corridors of the lower chambers of Umbra. The school of Necromancy stood. A vault like structure protruding from the labyrinth like cave system there.
"It was here that I learned my craft," you hear a voice whisper into your ear.
"It was here that I died, only to live again by my own hand," laughter echoes through your mind.
A steady foot keeps you grounded as you walk about your day. Deaths cool breath seems to follow, unending. Losing yourself in though, you find your feet lead you to what your eyes behold as a simple dark alley. Looking down at the ground in thought for a moment, your eyes raise only to meet anothers.
Burning green eyes meet you, as cruel crimsom lips furl into a cold smile. You step back, only to feel a wall, though you yourself know nothing was there before. A pale hand moves behind your neck, shutting your eyes in fear. Her hand pulls you closer. A whisper "In Bal Nox", NO! a kiss, lifes sweetest delight, you open your eyes, only to see everything fade. Your breath now taken darkness falls, the world turns cold. Though you are dead, you still feel as though you walk.
"A new puppet to play with," K, smiles, how joyous the day. What was left of this victim, this day, not much may be said. Though a smile, this one, will forever always bear.
[OOC] Ummmm, just though I'd try an intro
hope you like it
"It was here that I learned my craft," you hear a voice whisper into your ear.
"It was here that I died, only to live again by my own hand," laughter echoes through your mind.
A steady foot keeps you grounded as you walk about your day. Deaths cool breath seems to follow, unending. Losing yourself in though, you find your feet lead you to what your eyes behold as a simple dark alley. Looking down at the ground in thought for a moment, your eyes raise only to meet anothers.
Burning green eyes meet you, as cruel crimsom lips furl into a cold smile. You step back, only to feel a wall, though you yourself know nothing was there before. A pale hand moves behind your neck, shutting your eyes in fear. Her hand pulls you closer. A whisper "In Bal Nox", NO! a kiss, lifes sweetest delight, you open your eyes, only to see everything fade. Your breath now taken darkness falls, the world turns cold. Though you are dead, you still feel as though you walk.
"A new puppet to play with," K, smiles, how joyous the day. What was left of this victim, this day, not much may be said. Though a smile, this one, will forever always bear.
[OOC] Ummmm, just though I'd try an intro
hope you like it