Arkol
05-14-11, 01:53 AM
(Open to anyone, anytime.. I'll likely continue posting each day irregardless of anyone else posting but you can jump in whenever if you want)
(also my first thread ever so there -may- be many typos)
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It was raining hard somewhere deep in Underwood, a day with dark gray overcast sky without the least bit of sun.
"At last, a place worthy of my gift." Arkol wheezed from behind the mask covering his face as he skidded down a drenched muddy slope, demented eyes long absent of life focused on the ravine below.
He had been wandering aimlessly for hours underneath the shadow of the thick woods, ignoring all travelers and homesteads, drenching himself slick to find the perfect place he sought. He may have found it.
The bottom of the deep circular ravine had thick growth, a crowded mass of trees bursting up from over the edge, thorny bushes and cavernous brambles growing well beyond its perimeter. It seemed a place where life remained undisturbed for a very long time.
He was not able to see the bottom of the ravine and continued sliding down until there was darkness. It wasn't until he hit water that he reached the bottom of the place, a flooded basin. By what we saw looking into the depths, it was filled with all manner of drowned plant-life and brambles. He also saw the occasional sleek shadow of a fish in the muddy murk.
Arkol narrowed his eyes in concentration as he floated down, eventually feeling the soft thud of submerged ground.
Walking along the bottom for some time he began to notice a point where the basin floor began to rise. Arkol slowly trudged up the slope of half silt, half plant-life, struggling to keep even footing before finally catching glimpse the shimmering gleam of the surface above. His brow raised noticing beams of bluish light filtering through the surface as he continued to force his boots into the silty decline . When his head rose above the water his eyes were greeted by a wondrous sanctum of light blue crystals growing
all around the tunnels of bramble surrounding him, giving light to what would otherwise have been a very dark place.
"Curious.." he mused while walking up a vine covered hill to where the tunnel deepened. He placed a hand on one of the crystals, feeling the crafted edges and nodded. "This cannot be a work of nature alone."
With nothing left to do but mind his surroundings, he ventured further into the place, a place that began to seem far bigger than it had appeared on the outside. It was but a minute till he stopped, noticing tiny hoof prints on a small patch of dirt. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around for more underfoot not covered in foliage, discovering more tiny hoof prints, and the footprints of bare feet on the damp trails.
Chuckling then, he readied his stave.
"Inferior beings must have made a home of this wonderful place.."
Spinning the stave around he tightened it in his grip, his long spider-like limbs tensing as he proceeded down the lit icy blue tunnels.
"I must make this sanctuary the Irontree's, the clan must not be failed." He gripped the place where his heart once was, now occupied by a pulsing dark seed. "My fallen brothers and sisters, my awakening shall not be without meaning!"
He knew all too well that no one claiming ownership to the lair would accept the change he wished to bring, and to never to expect a warm welcome.
(also my first thread ever so there -may- be many typos)
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It was raining hard somewhere deep in Underwood, a day with dark gray overcast sky without the least bit of sun.
"At last, a place worthy of my gift." Arkol wheezed from behind the mask covering his face as he skidded down a drenched muddy slope, demented eyes long absent of life focused on the ravine below.
He had been wandering aimlessly for hours underneath the shadow of the thick woods, ignoring all travelers and homesteads, drenching himself slick to find the perfect place he sought. He may have found it.
The bottom of the deep circular ravine had thick growth, a crowded mass of trees bursting up from over the edge, thorny bushes and cavernous brambles growing well beyond its perimeter. It seemed a place where life remained undisturbed for a very long time.
He was not able to see the bottom of the ravine and continued sliding down until there was darkness. It wasn't until he hit water that he reached the bottom of the place, a flooded basin. By what we saw looking into the depths, it was filled with all manner of drowned plant-life and brambles. He also saw the occasional sleek shadow of a fish in the muddy murk.
Arkol narrowed his eyes in concentration as he floated down, eventually feeling the soft thud of submerged ground.
Walking along the bottom for some time he began to notice a point where the basin floor began to rise. Arkol slowly trudged up the slope of half silt, half plant-life, struggling to keep even footing before finally catching glimpse the shimmering gleam of the surface above. His brow raised noticing beams of bluish light filtering through the surface as he continued to force his boots into the silty decline . When his head rose above the water his eyes were greeted by a wondrous sanctum of light blue crystals growing
all around the tunnels of bramble surrounding him, giving light to what would otherwise have been a very dark place.
"Curious.." he mused while walking up a vine covered hill to where the tunnel deepened. He placed a hand on one of the crystals, feeling the crafted edges and nodded. "This cannot be a work of nature alone."
With nothing left to do but mind his surroundings, he ventured further into the place, a place that began to seem far bigger than it had appeared on the outside. It was but a minute till he stopped, noticing tiny hoof prints on a small patch of dirt. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around for more underfoot not covered in foliage, discovering more tiny hoof prints, and the footprints of bare feet on the damp trails.
Chuckling then, he readied his stave.
"Inferior beings must have made a home of this wonderful place.."
Spinning the stave around he tightened it in his grip, his long spider-like limbs tensing as he proceeded down the lit icy blue tunnels.
"I must make this sanctuary the Irontree's, the clan must not be failed." He gripped the place where his heart once was, now occupied by a pulsing dark seed. "My fallen brothers and sisters, my awakening shall not be without meaning!"
He knew all too well that no one claiming ownership to the lair would accept the change he wished to bring, and to never to expect a warm welcome.