04-21-2011, 07:07 PM
The inhabitants of the underworld cried and whispered, as two tormented souls were cast into the dark realms.
The Wretched have returned..!
Those with an elder physique backed off, deeper into the dark cavern, trying to avoid the horrible presence. That is to be said though, some younger ones followed the older souls in fright.
We have been banished... Again.
The intruders' eyes glowed with malevolent rage, and the sound of a soft flute was heard. The space of the room started warping, everything just seemed to turn in and out and upside down...
A light flashed, one of the souls was materialized just to immediately be burnt to ashes in a sparkling, yellow firework.
AAAAAAAAAGGH
Whether the source of the screech was the one who caused or was targeted by the blazing curse remains unsure, but regardless of the answer, the other inhabitants tried backing off. However, they were soon to realize that the tones of the flute bound them in the twisted space.
Terrorized, but unable to take action, they whispered and sighed to each other: Who shall avenge the death of The Fantasy of Empires", now that his soul was no more and his body was ash?
The song stopped, and the degree off surreality in the cave eased: The space was no more twisted. Free to use their transparent limbs, the souls curled up into small packs, trying their best to not be seen.
Except for one silhouette, with a straight back and proud chin. He challenged the gaze of the intruders.
The Wretched have returned..!
Those with an elder physique backed off, deeper into the dark cavern, trying to avoid the horrible presence. That is to be said though, some younger ones followed the older souls in fright.
We have been banished... Again.
The intruders' eyes glowed with malevolent rage, and the sound of a soft flute was heard. The space of the room started warping, everything just seemed to turn in and out and upside down...
A light flashed, one of the souls was materialized just to immediately be burnt to ashes in a sparkling, yellow firework.
AAAAAAAAAGGH
Whether the source of the screech was the one who caused or was targeted by the blazing curse remains unsure, but regardless of the answer, the other inhabitants tried backing off. However, they were soon to realize that the tones of the flute bound them in the twisted space.
Terrorized, but unable to take action, they whispered and sighed to each other: Who shall avenge the death of The Fantasy of Empires", now that his soul was no more and his body was ash?
The song stopped, and the degree off surreality in the cave eased: The space was no more twisted. Free to use their transparent limbs, the souls curled up into small packs, trying their best to not be seen.
Except for one silhouette, with a straight back and proud chin. He challenged the gaze of the intruders.

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