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tuxedo clank · November 27th, 2008, 18:38

(Off-seasonal AoD 3)
As the dust settled a gust of wind blew long through the arena. It was a chilling gust of wind that would not seem to be cold until it was gone. Phas-thra felt his soul moving in the wind, his conjuration. As it blew him out of the pit he felt the parts of his skull start to reform. As the breeze came to a dark alleyway a man looked around holding a knife. The breeze blew away leaving a fully armed skeleton in its place. Phas-thra stood in the alley weakened from the fight but still more then a match for a normal human.

The man looked at the skeleton, then to its’ golden equipment and a gleam of hunger flashed through his eyes. Phas-thra noticed the glint and placed his shield on his back. The shield's straps wrapped themselves unnaturally around the bone while the undying Tomb King walked toward his prey. The man raised his knife and charged. In swift movement and the hand holding the knife was snapped back at an unnatural angle and Phas-thra placed his free hand on the man's chest.

A whisper, a rustle and then a hissing as the man's features started to whither and fall apart. His skin started to sag and his eyes rolled up into his sockets. Then the skin started to turn black and fall off the skeleton which remained standing even after the man had died. The internal organs were all gone when the clothes fell off, leaving only the bone. Phas-thra removed his hand and strode to a nearby doorway, the skeleton of the now enslaved soul of the man stood rooted to the spot.

Phas-thra muttered something whilst tracing shapes on the door. A faint light started to seep from the door. Then a symbol appeared on the door. It was a golden scarab. Phas-thra stopped muttering as a small square as big as the Tomb King's hand appeared. He placed his bony palm to it and the door opened. The light shone for a second then dimmed as the skeletal lord walked through it followed by his new follower.

They arrived in the same throne room as always. The skeleton walked to the closest door and left the room. Phas-thra turned to his throne and sat down. The door closed behind him and the bright light ceased from the cracks around the edges of the door. Phas-thra sat rigidly waiting for his servant to join him.

November 27th, 2008, 18:38	#4 (permalink)
tuxedo clank Warlord of the Mountain Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 625 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Rep Power: 23	(Off-seasonal AoD 3) As the dust settled a gust of wind blew long through the arena. It was a chilling gust of wind that would not seem to be cold until it was gone. Phas-thra felt his soul moving in the wind, his conjuration. As it blew him out of the pit he felt the parts of his skull start to reform. As the breeze came to a dark alleyway a man looked around holding a knife. The breeze blew away leaving a fully armed skeleton in its place. Phas-thra stood in the alley weakened from the fight but still more then a match for a normal human. The man looked at the skeleton, then to its’ golden equipment and a gleam of hunger flashed through his eyes. Phas-thra noticed the glint and placed his shield on his back. The shield's straps wrapped themselves unnaturally around the bone while the undying Tomb King walked toward his prey. The man raised his knife and charged. In swift movement and the hand holding the knife was snapped back at an unnatural angle and Phas-thra placed his free hand on the man's chest. A whisper, a rustle and then a hissing as the man's features started to whither and fall apart. His skin started to sag and his eyes rolled up into his sockets. Then the skin started to turn black and fall off the skeleton which remained standing even after the man had died. The internal organs were all gone when the clothes fell off, leaving only the bone. Phas-thra removed his hand and strode to a nearby doorway, the skeleton of the now enslaved soul of the man stood rooted to the spot. Phas-thra muttered something whilst tracing shapes on the door. A faint light started to seep from the door. Then a symbol appeared on the door. It was a golden scarab. Phas-thra stopped muttering as a small square as big as the Tomb King's hand appeared. He placed his bony palm to it and the door opened. The light shone for a second then dimmed as the skeletal lord walked through it followed by his new follower. They arrived in the same throne room as always. The skeleton walked to the closest door and left the room. Phas-thra turned to his throne and sat down. The door closed behind him and the bright light ceased from the cracks around the edges of the door. Phas-thra sat rigidly waiting for his servant to join him. __________________ My Fluff Click here and select the correct number Last edited by tuxedo clank; May 3rd, 2009 at 09:13.