Re: Game: Outriders (open)
"I strode into the decadent hall of the foul Marigons. False practitions of fire and blood magic. My Abyssian Plate boots echoed loudly in the great hall. I was escorted by 20 men at arms to a chamber filled with old men in robes. My hands held tightly onto the red rubie my master had given me. His words came into my mind. "keep this stone safe. Use it when your life is in peril. To use it you must crush it and cry out the name of our Lord."
One of the old men spoke. "Abyssian, why have you come here seeking an audience with us? Speak"
I spoke that which my master had commanded of me. My voice echoed in the small chamber. "Know this, I am Cremnian, herald to the great prophet Vapula. Our Lord and master, Asmodeus, considers the men of Marigon weak practitioners of Fire and Blood magic. Asmodeus declares that the men of Marigon will die. The women will be used as slaves and your childeren will be sacrificed to the Abyss. Your lands will burn, your false prophets and gods shall be play-things for the Horrors of the Abyss. PREPARE FOR THE END"
The chamber was still. The old men started to rise from their chair crying out in rage. From a dark alcove that I did not notice before there came a hiss "Kill him" The men at arms rushed forward, broad swords drawn for the kill. Some of the old men were chanting some words of power. A flash screamed in my chest and I realize a crossbow bolt had pierced my plate armor. Then I remembered the gem. I crushed it with my remaing strength and cried out "ASMODEUS"--- Darkness, then a blinding light of the void. Right before I passed out I saw the familiar form of my master bending over me...
--A page from the journal of Cremnian, herald of Vapula the eyeless who is prophet to the Great Asmodeus, rightful ruler of the world--
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