Post by Sable on Jan 19, 2012 10:46:39 GMT -5
The man awakes sharply, his huge body trembling from the cold. Outside he can hear a blizzard howling, the wind shaking the tower in which he lay. With no knowledge of how he had come to this place, he stands up from the stone altar where he had woken, and glances around the room, barely lit by a dozen flickering candles.
He takes a step forward, and a clatter startles him. Looking down at his feet he sees a sword, its diamond blade glistening in the firelight. Impeccably wrought, it calls to him, as though it belongs to him. He reaches down to pick it up...
Lightning and fire crash all around, the wind threatening to blow him from where he stood atop a hill overlooking a temple.
He sees armies...skeletons and demons in their millions, gibbering and chanting his name as they advance on the temple
He sees his armies crumble to dust in an instant, and terror grips his soul.
As fire envelops his body, he panicks, and releases his soul from his body, binding it to his sword, his beautiful, merciless sword.
Then...nothing.
As the vision ends, and he comes to his senses once again, he stands up straight, a full head taller than any man before or since, and he remembers. His gambit had worked, and he had cheated death.
"Do you remember who you are now?" A chilling voice echoes from the dark corners of the room, and the man squints, trying to locate the source.
"I do."
"Then you know why I have returned you to this plane of existence?" The voice echoed again, gentle and soft like silk, but cold as ice.
"No." The man searches still, but can make nothing out in the darkness.
"You will conquer the world in my name, and reforge it to my vision."
The man strikes the ground with the sword in anger. "No man can control me...show yourself!"
Suddenly, the sword drops from the man's hand, and he falls to the floor, invisible hands choking the life from him. With his vision blurring, he sees a figure dressed in silver emerge from the black, his face hidden by a hood.
"You forget that I brought you back, and I can send you away again in an instant."
The hands release from the warlord, and he stumbles to his feet again, breathing deeply.
"Who are you?" He splutters.
"I am your god...your master...your saviour. Call me what you will...but you will do my bidding...do you understand?"
As the warlord considers this, he feels the icy touch of invisible hands once again at his throat, and he quickly answers "Yes...master."
"Good. You begin immediately"
The figure in grey turns, and returns to the shadows where he had hidden before, and once again his voice echoes through the tower.
"Burn the Earth and Shatter the Skies. This I command of you."
The Warlord picks his sword up again, and feels the power, the resolve to wage war return to his soul. With a grimace of pleasure and anticipation, he mumbles to himself,
"Burn the Earth...Shatter the Skies."
He takes a step forward, and a clatter startles him. Looking down at his feet he sees a sword, its diamond blade glistening in the firelight. Impeccably wrought, it calls to him, as though it belongs to him. He reaches down to pick it up...
Lightning and fire crash all around, the wind threatening to blow him from where he stood atop a hill overlooking a temple.
He sees armies...skeletons and demons in their millions, gibbering and chanting his name as they advance on the temple
He sees his armies crumble to dust in an instant, and terror grips his soul.
As fire envelops his body, he panicks, and releases his soul from his body, binding it to his sword, his beautiful, merciless sword.
Then...nothing.
As the vision ends, and he comes to his senses once again, he stands up straight, a full head taller than any man before or since, and he remembers. His gambit had worked, and he had cheated death.
"Do you remember who you are now?" A chilling voice echoes from the dark corners of the room, and the man squints, trying to locate the source.
"I do."
"Then you know why I have returned you to this plane of existence?" The voice echoed again, gentle and soft like silk, but cold as ice.
"No." The man searches still, but can make nothing out in the darkness.
"You will conquer the world in my name, and reforge it to my vision."
The man strikes the ground with the sword in anger. "No man can control me...show yourself!"
Suddenly, the sword drops from the man's hand, and he falls to the floor, invisible hands choking the life from him. With his vision blurring, he sees a figure dressed in silver emerge from the black, his face hidden by a hood.
"You forget that I brought you back, and I can send you away again in an instant."
The hands release from the warlord, and he stumbles to his feet again, breathing deeply.
"Who are you?" He splutters.
"I am your god...your master...your saviour. Call me what you will...but you will do my bidding...do you understand?"
As the warlord considers this, he feels the icy touch of invisible hands once again at his throat, and he quickly answers "Yes...master."
"Good. You begin immediately"
The figure in grey turns, and returns to the shadows where he had hidden before, and once again his voice echoes through the tower.
"Burn the Earth and Shatter the Skies. This I command of you."
The Warlord picks his sword up again, and feels the power, the resolve to wage war return to his soul. With a grimace of pleasure and anticipation, he mumbles to himself,
"Burn the Earth...Shatter the Skies."