Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on Jun 13, 2016 4:21:12 GMT -8
Ralakor was the last to leave. His eyes look over the ruins and and the charred remains of the dead. As well as the dead that had fallen were they stood with the kings death. The Guardians of Belrow all awaited his command. Standing still and unmoving. Those that had fallen to the attacks had been collected by the spider constructs and were being sorted and tended for the long journey back to the city of KalKador.
The only living thing in this city now was the dead. An ironic statement to say the least. The wind blew Ralakor's dark tattered cape in the wind. It was time to leave. Their work here was done. But first, Ralakor had to speak with the Queen. This soul that was captured in his tesseract worried him greatly. Also, dark energy's still emanated from the ruins of the tower. So he would stay a little longer and with him his legions.
He turned to go to this camp. When he was roughly twenty meters ahead of his forces the dead began to march. Together as one, their feet hitting the broken pavement as one. The last sound of this city was to be the sound of the dead.
<Exit to The Ruins of the Tower of Aeon>
The only living thing in this city now was the dead. An ironic statement to say the least. The wind blew Ralakor's dark tattered cape in the wind. It was time to leave. Their work here was done. But first, Ralakor had to speak with the Queen. This soul that was captured in his tesseract worried him greatly. Also, dark energy's still emanated from the ruins of the tower. So he would stay a little longer and with him his legions.
He turned to go to this camp. When he was roughly twenty meters ahead of his forces the dead began to march. Together as one, their feet hitting the broken pavement as one. The last sound of this city was to be the sound of the dead.
<Exit to The Ruins of the Tower of Aeon>