"LIGHT! SAVE ME!"
The shrieks of agony were music to the armored dead man as he pressed the ball of shadow magic deeper into the writhing man's chest.
"Come now, surely a vaunted Paladin of the "Light" can drive back this darkness? MY darkness?"
Ashlamar smirked a dangerous look as the ball dug deeper, turning the middle aged paladin's flesh blackened and rotting. Here, in a dark, dimly lit cavern, the Scourgelord toyed with his enemy. Making the pain, the agony last a lifetime. He did not recognize the champion of the Light, but that did not matter to Ashlamar Lightsbane. He championed lies and betrayal in the dead man's glowing blue eyes.
Capturing the paladin had been easy. Simply snatching him through a death gate, and into the waiting arms of an abomination. Then, after nailing the paladin to the table, the "chat" had begun. "Tell me, where is your Light? Where is your salvation? Surely now, when you need it most it will come to you." Ashlamar forced the ball deeper into the writhing man, a crooked, evil smirk on his face as he watched his mortal enemy slowly despair.
"Light, curse you Scourge FIEND!" the venerable man screamed at his captor, "The Holy Light will scour you from this earth abomination! Your kind deserves no mercy for what you've done!"
Ashlamar's smirk vanished, to be replaced by a malefic sneer. "You think the Light will aid you?" Ashlamar's cold, deep echoing voice was laced with an undertone of barely suppressed rage.
"You think the Light cares about your pathetic life?"
The paladin nailed to the table suddenly found an ice cold grip around his throat, squeezing his airway shut as his body writhed against the nails in his extremities. Righteous defiance burning in his eyes.
"I will show you how wrong you are."
The wounded holy man soon found himself being hurled with superhuman force against the wall, being ripped free from the the nails that had bound him to the gore drenched table. Ashlamar looming over him, his glowing blue eyes flaring, the light immediately around him dimmed, as if leeched away.
"Stand up, Paladin, show me what the Light can do for you now."
"Bathe in Holy L-" the venerable champion of the Light screamed, feeling the power of the light suffuse him, warming him. Suddenly the entire cavern dimmed, as if the light within was dying, being cut off and destroyed by the dark metal clad overawing his vision, a shadowed face in the helmet sneering back at him.
Then he felt it.
Like a taut cord being snapped, the Paladin felt his connection to the Light sever. It's power leaving him, his eyes snapping open in shock, as he felt pure shadow replace the Light. Like a burning oil, seeping through him. Like his soul itself being tainted. There was no hope left in him, no resistance.
The Light was gone. He could not feel it.
Ashlamar stood over the horrified paladin, shadowed death emanating from him.
"Do you see Paladin? Your Light will abandon you. As it did me. As it will every other life in existence."
With arrogant ease, the gibbering, near hysterical champion of good was lifted from the floor where he had been bleeding, being hefted until he was eye to eye with the Scourgelord.
"There is no hope for you and your kind. Die."
Thrown to the floor, yards away from the man from whom the Light perished, the paladin stared, wide eyed and and jaw open as different remnants of the Scourge surrounded him. Unable to form any emotion or thought as he watched the darkly armored man wave a hand, and speak in a voice that commanded fear.
"Sister. I have fresh parts for you. The freshest."
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Announcing the emergence of a Villain-esque guild on CC!
Do you ever want to control the strife and bloodshed? Hate the Light? Hate all life?
Come join us in death! Where no man is king, and we are all perfect, immortal siblings!
Living members who love organized darkness and bloodshed welcome! After all, informants, infiltrators and saboteurs are needed! If you don't mind being hated/wanted.
We're the evil buddies you've always been warned about!
Any class except for Druids and Paladins are welcome! ((RP-wise, a paladin/druid that works against life and good...doesn't seem possible.))
Contact Ashlamar/Arlston/Frazzbolt/Bethanie/Gelyne/Eirwynn/Norling for more info!
The shrieks of agony were music to the armored dead man as he pressed the ball of shadow magic deeper into the writhing man's chest.
"Come now, surely a vaunted Paladin of the "Light" can drive back this darkness? MY darkness?"
Ashlamar smirked a dangerous look as the ball dug deeper, turning the middle aged paladin's flesh blackened and rotting. Here, in a dark, dimly lit cavern, the Scourgelord toyed with his enemy. Making the pain, the agony last a lifetime. He did not recognize the champion of the Light, but that did not matter to Ashlamar Lightsbane. He championed lies and betrayal in the dead man's glowing blue eyes.
Capturing the paladin had been easy. Simply snatching him through a death gate, and into the waiting arms of an abomination. Then, after nailing the paladin to the table, the "chat" had begun. "Tell me, where is your Light? Where is your salvation? Surely now, when you need it most it will come to you." Ashlamar forced the ball deeper into the writhing man, a crooked, evil smirk on his face as he watched his mortal enemy slowly despair.
"Light, curse you Scourge FIEND!" the venerable man screamed at his captor, "The Holy Light will scour you from this earth abomination! Your kind deserves no mercy for what you've done!"
Ashlamar's smirk vanished, to be replaced by a malefic sneer. "You think the Light will aid you?" Ashlamar's cold, deep echoing voice was laced with an undertone of barely suppressed rage.
"You think the Light cares about your pathetic life?"
The paladin nailed to the table suddenly found an ice cold grip around his throat, squeezing his airway shut as his body writhed against the nails in his extremities. Righteous defiance burning in his eyes.
"I will show you how wrong you are."
The wounded holy man soon found himself being hurled with superhuman force against the wall, being ripped free from the the nails that had bound him to the gore drenched table. Ashlamar looming over him, his glowing blue eyes flaring, the light immediately around him dimmed, as if leeched away.
"Stand up, Paladin, show me what the Light can do for you now."
"Bathe in Holy L-" the venerable champion of the Light screamed, feeling the power of the light suffuse him, warming him. Suddenly the entire cavern dimmed, as if the light within was dying, being cut off and destroyed by the dark metal clad overawing his vision, a shadowed face in the helmet sneering back at him.
Then he felt it.
Like a taut cord being snapped, the Paladin felt his connection to the Light sever. It's power leaving him, his eyes snapping open in shock, as he felt pure shadow replace the Light. Like a burning oil, seeping through him. Like his soul itself being tainted. There was no hope left in him, no resistance.
The Light was gone. He could not feel it.
Ashlamar stood over the horrified paladin, shadowed death emanating from him.
"Do you see Paladin? Your Light will abandon you. As it did me. As it will every other life in existence."
With arrogant ease, the gibbering, near hysterical champion of good was lifted from the floor where he had been bleeding, being hefted until he was eye to eye with the Scourgelord.
"There is no hope for you and your kind. Die."
Thrown to the floor, yards away from the man from whom the Light perished, the paladin stared, wide eyed and and jaw open as different remnants of the Scourge surrounded him. Unable to form any emotion or thought as he watched the darkly armored man wave a hand, and speak in a voice that commanded fear.
"Sister. I have fresh parts for you. The freshest."
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Announcing the emergence of a Villain-esque guild on CC!
Do you ever want to control the strife and bloodshed? Hate the Light? Hate all life?
Come join us in death! Where no man is king, and we are all perfect, immortal siblings!
Living members who love organized darkness and bloodshed welcome! After all, informants, infiltrators and saboteurs are needed! If you don't mind being hated/wanted.
We're the evil buddies you've always been warned about!
Any class except for Druids and Paladins are welcome! ((RP-wise, a paladin/druid that works against life and good...doesn't seem possible.))
Contact Ashlamar/Arlston/Frazzbolt/Bethanie/Gelyne/Eirwynn/Norling for more info!
Edited by Ashlamar on 6/19/2012 10:34 PM PDT
