Post by Saio on Nov 14, 2010 10:19:52 GMT -6
More like misadventures.... but oh well. This is an exerpt from something I've been writting off and on lately. I plan on turning it into a graphic novel.
A woman stands atop a solitary structure, her face parially obscured by her flowing ringlets of darkest raven hue. In the distance, she could see the lights of a mideval metropolitan city. Corrupt, evil, and bound to the fate of that which she would bring upon them. Behind her, an ancient stone gateway leading into the tower chambers. It loomed over her, dark and foreboding. The Blood Queen, as she would come to be known stood on the threshold of destiny itself. Innocent people would die because of her choice to purify the lands over which she had fought so hard to save from the tyranical government before she had rose to power.
But... she could not stand before her people and ask them of their forgiveness. She could not give in, she must stand her ground. She had to do what must be done... before it was too late.... and at the cost of the light of the sun. However, she was not forsaking her people. The undead menace that plagued her people must come to an end.
Her black corsetted dress flattered her voluptuous figure, and the fractured amulet around her neck glittered ominously. The motif of a thunderstorm was emblazoned upon it. The dimming light of the setting sun seemed to bear no effect on the sheen, and she grasped it with her eyes closed, tears brimming on her long eyelashes.
There was no turning back from here. On opening her chocolate brown eyes, they blazed with her resolve. She entered into the broad chamber, and looked around at the marble brick walls. In the center of the room wa what at first glance appeared to be an intricately forged metal grate. Within the center, lied the other half of the amulet she bore in her hand. With a deep breath, she Removed the chain from her pendant, and placed it within the center alongside its counterpart. Turning the peices together, the grate began to fold into itself, and disappeared into the surrounding floor. Rising up on a pedestal was a book or ancient origins, one even she did not know where it came from or who was the author. It was a spellbook, one of which was unique in every aspect, and dedicated to the fighting of the same evils the Queen herself stood too against.
Reading the book, she looked over the illustrations, that which would happen if she continued on her present path. The lands would remain fertile... though the warm kiss of the sunlight would never again reach the hills and valleys of her beloved homeland. Nature itself would change if she cast the spell. With one final breath, she begane to recite the words of the spell, and from the metal grating came a pale glow of pale hue, shimmering irridescently. Symbols began to appear on the flooring, ancient and without meaning to those who could not comprehend them. The Queen finished her task, and looked to the sky outside, venturing again onto the terrace of the tower in which she stood. Towering thunderclouds were manifesting above her, and soon she watched with a smile as the dying rays of the sun were snuffed out for what would be eternity above her lands.
Footsteps sounded behind her. Her releived smiled turned to one of contempt and superiority. "I thought I smelled decay." She smirked and turned to face her enemy, The dark Lord Dalmasca. The man looked merely pale, though the truth was as cold as his animated corpse.
"Foolish girl... You will die for what you have done!" he snarled, his pale and pointed face contorted into one of furious hatred.
"You seem to be angry, good sir." she retorted, unafraid and mocking him.
"Die!" He moved with startling speed, flying at her with all of his anger, to peirce her heart. As she died on the cold stone floor, she taunted him ever more. "The spell is permanent now."
The Queen died laughing.
A woman stands atop a solitary structure, her face parially obscured by her flowing ringlets of darkest raven hue. In the distance, she could see the lights of a mideval metropolitan city. Corrupt, evil, and bound to the fate of that which she would bring upon them. Behind her, an ancient stone gateway leading into the tower chambers. It loomed over her, dark and foreboding. The Blood Queen, as she would come to be known stood on the threshold of destiny itself. Innocent people would die because of her choice to purify the lands over which she had fought so hard to save from the tyranical government before she had rose to power.
But... she could not stand before her people and ask them of their forgiveness. She could not give in, she must stand her ground. She had to do what must be done... before it was too late.... and at the cost of the light of the sun. However, she was not forsaking her people. The undead menace that plagued her people must come to an end.
Her black corsetted dress flattered her voluptuous figure, and the fractured amulet around her neck glittered ominously. The motif of a thunderstorm was emblazoned upon it. The dimming light of the setting sun seemed to bear no effect on the sheen, and she grasped it with her eyes closed, tears brimming on her long eyelashes.
There was no turning back from here. On opening her chocolate brown eyes, they blazed with her resolve. She entered into the broad chamber, and looked around at the marble brick walls. In the center of the room wa what at first glance appeared to be an intricately forged metal grate. Within the center, lied the other half of the amulet she bore in her hand. With a deep breath, she Removed the chain from her pendant, and placed it within the center alongside its counterpart. Turning the peices together, the grate began to fold into itself, and disappeared into the surrounding floor. Rising up on a pedestal was a book or ancient origins, one even she did not know where it came from or who was the author. It was a spellbook, one of which was unique in every aspect, and dedicated to the fighting of the same evils the Queen herself stood too against.
Reading the book, she looked over the illustrations, that which would happen if she continued on her present path. The lands would remain fertile... though the warm kiss of the sunlight would never again reach the hills and valleys of her beloved homeland. Nature itself would change if she cast the spell. With one final breath, she begane to recite the words of the spell, and from the metal grating came a pale glow of pale hue, shimmering irridescently. Symbols began to appear on the flooring, ancient and without meaning to those who could not comprehend them. The Queen finished her task, and looked to the sky outside, venturing again onto the terrace of the tower in which she stood. Towering thunderclouds were manifesting above her, and soon she watched with a smile as the dying rays of the sun were snuffed out for what would be eternity above her lands.
Footsteps sounded behind her. Her releived smiled turned to one of contempt and superiority. "I thought I smelled decay." She smirked and turned to face her enemy, The dark Lord Dalmasca. The man looked merely pale, though the truth was as cold as his animated corpse.
"Foolish girl... You will die for what you have done!" he snarled, his pale and pointed face contorted into one of furious hatred.
"You seem to be angry, good sir." she retorted, unafraid and mocking him.
"Die!" He moved with startling speed, flying at her with all of his anger, to peirce her heart. As she died on the cold stone floor, she taunted him ever more. "The spell is permanent now."
The Queen died laughing.