Post by The Other on Mar 5, 2014 4:03:09 GMT -5
First impressions are everything.
When a conqueror makes his intentions known on the meagre subjects of his imminent rule, it is the first message he sends that will impress upon them everything. Such a thought was ingrained in the Other's mind as he had made it known to the Raikou Tribe that he desired their land for his own. "Servant, or corpse. Choose your future." There response was a small scout to take survey of his forces. His was the return of their bodies, or what was left of them at least.
"Mhh, I wonder if they've had enough time. It's been nearly a month. I'd hate for them to think I was being unfair, but then, I do have a certain...appearance to keep up, now don't I?" The Other wondered aloud to his mindless minions, sitting in a throne of elegant craftsmanship holstering his massive frame just a scant two miles from the nearest Raikou settlement. Grotesque human-like figures snarled in response, the words lost on them as the splendour of battle consumed their feeble minds. Reaching out towards one amongst the many identical hordes of creatures, he tousled the creature's hair-like tendrils in his palm playfully. "Who knows? Maybe they'll actually have a surprise in store for us. I do so love when they do."
His head twisted around to observe the warpath before them. Large patches of thick brush and forestry dotted a winding road leading up from the base of a hillside to where the Tuonians had made their home. A sturdy wooden fort peeked up just beyond the treeline, offering them a bastion of defence against the salivating horde of the Other's army.
"Well then, shall we?" Kicking at the foot of his throne a quartet of hulking hunched beasts rose and began to march, lifting the Other and bringing him and his forces on their slow march up towards their 'waiting subjects'.
When a conqueror makes his intentions known on the meagre subjects of his imminent rule, it is the first message he sends that will impress upon them everything. Such a thought was ingrained in the Other's mind as he had made it known to the Raikou Tribe that he desired their land for his own. "Servant, or corpse. Choose your future." There response was a small scout to take survey of his forces. His was the return of their bodies, or what was left of them at least.
"Mhh, I wonder if they've had enough time. It's been nearly a month. I'd hate for them to think I was being unfair, but then, I do have a certain...appearance to keep up, now don't I?" The Other wondered aloud to his mindless minions, sitting in a throne of elegant craftsmanship holstering his massive frame just a scant two miles from the nearest Raikou settlement. Grotesque human-like figures snarled in response, the words lost on them as the splendour of battle consumed their feeble minds. Reaching out towards one amongst the many identical hordes of creatures, he tousled the creature's hair-like tendrils in his palm playfully. "Who knows? Maybe they'll actually have a surprise in store for us. I do so love when they do."
His head twisted around to observe the warpath before them. Large patches of thick brush and forestry dotted a winding road leading up from the base of a hillside to where the Tuonians had made their home. A sturdy wooden fort peeked up just beyond the treeline, offering them a bastion of defence against the salivating horde of the Other's army.
"Well then, shall we?" Kicking at the foot of his throne a quartet of hulking hunched beasts rose and began to march, lifting the Other and bringing him and his forces on their slow march up towards their 'waiting subjects'.