The Olden and the Reborn
Jan 13, 2016 9:38:05 GMT
Post by Nightscar on Jan 13, 2016 9:38:05 GMT
The ephemeral energies of the vein of life, that the island drank from, flowed upwards steadily through the aether -- a great stream of golden-green light, from which the island's greatest wild, drew the essence of life itself.
This cycle, had been prospected by sages to take many different forms -- it simply depended on the location, and importantly, the status of that location.
Right now, this location needed, the most direct drink of life it could take -- else, the negative energies flowing so strongly, may seep into the ground and kill the land...
~
The tall, black-shrouded figure looked, with disdain as the string of ghosts were called forth -- less than they should be, as the wood that called them forth at this critical time, had been spread across the lands.. the trees used for ever expanding purposes. It would make the dark warrior's task more difficult.. yet, also, giving it time.
It descended upon a cluster of ghosts, mighty sword raised and wreathed with enchantment to dispatch the spirits that all carried within them, a little bit of the strange golden-green essence, carrying it to the heart.
"Soon.. soon I become..."
~
As travelers make their way through the Darkglade.. rushing about, to the various towns resting at the borders of the woods.. anytime they may stop, a peculiar sensation washes over -- a sense, of new life budding within the forest. Not the warmer breezes and new greenery of spring...
...but, instead, the return, of a strange "heartbeat" to the Darkglade. Yet, the dead still wander thickly, between the towering trunks and fallen boughs..
This cycle, had been prospected by sages to take many different forms -- it simply depended on the location, and importantly, the status of that location.
Right now, this location needed, the most direct drink of life it could take -- else, the negative energies flowing so strongly, may seep into the ground and kill the land...
~
The tall, black-shrouded figure looked, with disdain as the string of ghosts were called forth -- less than they should be, as the wood that called them forth at this critical time, had been spread across the lands.. the trees used for ever expanding purposes. It would make the dark warrior's task more difficult.. yet, also, giving it time.
It descended upon a cluster of ghosts, mighty sword raised and wreathed with enchantment to dispatch the spirits that all carried within them, a little bit of the strange golden-green essence, carrying it to the heart.
"Soon.. soon I become..."
~
As travelers make their way through the Darkglade.. rushing about, to the various towns resting at the borders of the woods.. anytime they may stop, a peculiar sensation washes over -- a sense, of new life budding within the forest. Not the warmer breezes and new greenery of spring...
...but, instead, the return, of a strange "heartbeat" to the Darkglade. Yet, the dead still wander thickly, between the towering trunks and fallen boughs..
