Post by StormLrd on Jul 2, 2004 11:50:09 GMT -5
The Challenge
There was a strong hunger in the air, not for food or water... A stronger hunger prevailed, death was close by and coming his way. His blood, bone, and sinew could sense it and it was wanted. He slipped on his helm and shield. Drawing his demon foil, he sank to a crouch. The foil lay across his thighs, standing motionless except for beads of sweat draining over his corded chest. A starved man eager to feed. Small shadowy creatures flitted over the rocks in and out of sight. Thrashing sounds came from around the corner brimstone in the air...The head of a mammoth orge arouse above the 9ft cropping of rock marking the bend in the path. Eyes wild with blood draining out of his nose the creature staggers into the middle of the path. The massive creature falls to its knees still head and shoulders above the warrior. Its biceps easily twice the size of the mortals thighes....Than it collapses revealing the gaping bite taken out of the back of its head. Blood spewed from the wound, staining the path red. The size of a large shovel the wounded orge was now dead. The warrior had never moved. His eyes pierced the gloom where the orge emerged...Then to the side of cropping something whisked above the top of the boulders. The scaled black tip of a tail. Than a massive scaled head pierce the opening from where the orge emerged. The dragon chewed on raw meat that glistened bright scarlet in the sunlight between a pair of boulders marking the path. Teeth as long as dagger blades, this was no young nor lessor dragon... Steam and smoke arouse from its nostrils, the air thick from brimstone... The Elder stood revealed. Spreading his feet slightly, Storm's eyes brightened within the shadows of his helm, awed by the lethal majesty of the beast. The beast swallowed, moved into the clearing looking over the area, showing no more interest in the mortal than in the red stained earth. Its body was easily 160 ft in length 50 tons of muscle, scale, bone and contempt. The beast looked at the orge and snatched its body up neatly severing it in half, the top half disappearing down its gullet, its lower falling back to ground drenching the sides of the very narrow gorge in blood to match the scarlet on the ground. Storm advanced to the middle of the path, his flushed body wearing the threat of death like a bright robe. Taking no notice, the elder step towards the remainder of his meal snatching the rest up in one last massive snap of its jaws.... His breath raced. He had never faced such an awesome creature. Neither had yet drawn blood, nor struck a blow, but already Storm felt as if he was in the heat of battle. His world had turned red, while blood and muscle flamed within. He was at home in the wild place and yet the battle hadn't begun... Still ignoring the man, the elder stepped further into the gorge its scales from its massive body brushing both sides. His tail whips out with a crack neatly decapitating a nearby orc, as its body falls from the nearby cliff, his head snakes out to catch its body in midair in one massive snap. Than it was quiet...almost silent. Storm's eyes roam over the massive creature. Could his foil reach throat or heart? Was there some way to breach ribs the size of pine trees, a jaw as wide as a gully? He had no answers and for the first time in many a year - fear raced into the pit of his stomach. It stirred and bubbled, spreading new heat through him. He faced an incarnation, an embodiment of chaos...A being that ruled through power... As he would rule. Storm's body male Warriored itself. Ecstasy edged aside the fear and filled him with an overflowing power. He to was made of steel, fire, and magic...indestructible. To drink the blood of a God was to be a God. It was time to feed.... Stay tuned for the dance of death in the days to come....
There was a strong hunger in the air, not for food or water... A stronger hunger prevailed, death was close by and coming his way. His blood, bone, and sinew could sense it and it was wanted. He slipped on his helm and shield. Drawing his demon foil, he sank to a crouch. The foil lay across his thighs, standing motionless except for beads of sweat draining over his corded chest. A starved man eager to feed. Small shadowy creatures flitted over the rocks in and out of sight. Thrashing sounds came from around the corner brimstone in the air...The head of a mammoth orge arouse above the 9ft cropping of rock marking the bend in the path. Eyes wild with blood draining out of his nose the creature staggers into the middle of the path. The massive creature falls to its knees still head and shoulders above the warrior. Its biceps easily twice the size of the mortals thighes....Than it collapses revealing the gaping bite taken out of the back of its head. Blood spewed from the wound, staining the path red. The size of a large shovel the wounded orge was now dead. The warrior had never moved. His eyes pierced the gloom where the orge emerged...Then to the side of cropping something whisked above the top of the boulders. The scaled black tip of a tail. Than a massive scaled head pierce the opening from where the orge emerged. The dragon chewed on raw meat that glistened bright scarlet in the sunlight between a pair of boulders marking the path. Teeth as long as dagger blades, this was no young nor lessor dragon... Steam and smoke arouse from its nostrils, the air thick from brimstone... The Elder stood revealed. Spreading his feet slightly, Storm's eyes brightened within the shadows of his helm, awed by the lethal majesty of the beast. The beast swallowed, moved into the clearing looking over the area, showing no more interest in the mortal than in the red stained earth. Its body was easily 160 ft in length 50 tons of muscle, scale, bone and contempt. The beast looked at the orge and snatched its body up neatly severing it in half, the top half disappearing down its gullet, its lower falling back to ground drenching the sides of the very narrow gorge in blood to match the scarlet on the ground. Storm advanced to the middle of the path, his flushed body wearing the threat of death like a bright robe. Taking no notice, the elder step towards the remainder of his meal snatching the rest up in one last massive snap of its jaws.... His breath raced. He had never faced such an awesome creature. Neither had yet drawn blood, nor struck a blow, but already Storm felt as if he was in the heat of battle. His world had turned red, while blood and muscle flamed within. He was at home in the wild place and yet the battle hadn't begun... Still ignoring the man, the elder stepped further into the gorge its scales from its massive body brushing both sides. His tail whips out with a crack neatly decapitating a nearby orc, as its body falls from the nearby cliff, his head snakes out to catch its body in midair in one massive snap. Than it was quiet...almost silent. Storm's eyes roam over the massive creature. Could his foil reach throat or heart? Was there some way to breach ribs the size of pine trees, a jaw as wide as a gully? He had no answers and for the first time in many a year - fear raced into the pit of his stomach. It stirred and bubbled, spreading new heat through him. He faced an incarnation, an embodiment of chaos...A being that ruled through power... As he would rule. Storm's body male Warriored itself. Ecstasy edged aside the fear and filled him with an overflowing power. He to was made of steel, fire, and magic...indestructible. To drink the blood of a God was to be a God. It was time to feed.... Stay tuned for the dance of death in the days to come....