Post by Ryan - Loki on Oct 1, 2007 22:29:11 GMT
The End?
The wind tore and swirled around the desolate hinterland, ripping through the skeletal Swiss cheese like environment without thought or mercy. Deaths raging shouts could be heard on the wind, along with the screams and cries of it’s siblings, destruction and anguish. Even over the roars of the unforgiving wind each and every sound, whether it be parts of the surrounding environment crumbling, the smallest rock falling against the ground or even the slight movement of someone’s foot dragging across the floor as they shifted their weight slightly, the noises were echoed loud enough for all to hear clearly. It was an intense atmosphere, to say the least.
The brave warriors of Dragonia had fought long and hard against a set of foes that were seemingly indestructible. Never before had Dragonia, the warriors especially, seen, let alone have to do battle against, such creatures. Creatures harvested and created from the destructive leftovers of a planet now dead, a planet now nothing more than a not-so-distant memory that a person has pushed to the back of their head in an attempt to forget, knowing all the while it’s a reality that completely surrounds them.
The gargantuan beings utterly eclipsed the miniscule warriors. It was a great credit to their abilities that they had survived everything that had been throw at them, let alone made it this far. As many times in the past, the odds were greatly swayed against them, but unlike the past the chances of them losing but suddenly pulling through and coming out on top at the very last moment in the most dramatic way possible was a distant dream now, and an incredibly unlikely one at that.
It had been a long road to say the least, and although many had survived to make it this far the journey wasn’t without it’s loses. Countless innocent people had met their untimely fate due through the will of innumerable corrupted beings, beings consumed by greed, hatred, revenge or just the burning desire to cause pain or chaos, but this situation was quite different.
These creatures had not travelled across the galaxy to destroy or rule over Dragonia, but had instead inhabited the planet long before many, if not all, of the warriors had been born. The only things these monstrous creatures were guilty of where doing what they did best, adapting to their different surrounding environments to survive, mutating into their current state to claim their survival as the last dominant races of Dragonia. Sometimes the most simplest organisms are the strongest.
It had come down to this, the creatures and the last surviving warriors of Dragonia almost staring each other down in a battle that would finally decide not only the dominant beings of Dragonia, but also the planets very future.
Back To The Beginning…
The wind tore and swirled around the desolate hinterland, ripping through the skeletal Swiss cheese like environment without thought or mercy. Deaths raging shouts could be heard on the wind, along with the screams and cries of it’s siblings, destruction and anguish. Even over the roars of the unforgiving wind each and every sound, whether it be parts of the surrounding environment crumbling, the smallest rock falling against the ground or even the slight movement of someone’s foot dragging across the floor as they shifted their weight slightly, the noises were echoed loud enough for all to hear clearly. It was an intense atmosphere, to say the least.
The brave warriors of Dragonia had fought long and hard against a set of foes that were seemingly indestructible. Never before had Dragonia, the warriors especially, seen, let alone have to do battle against, such creatures. Creatures harvested and created from the destructive leftovers of a planet now dead, a planet now nothing more than a not-so-distant memory that a person has pushed to the back of their head in an attempt to forget, knowing all the while it’s a reality that completely surrounds them.
The gargantuan beings utterly eclipsed the miniscule warriors. It was a great credit to their abilities that they had survived everything that had been throw at them, let alone made it this far. As many times in the past, the odds were greatly swayed against them, but unlike the past the chances of them losing but suddenly pulling through and coming out on top at the very last moment in the most dramatic way possible was a distant dream now, and an incredibly unlikely one at that.
It had been a long road to say the least, and although many had survived to make it this far the journey wasn’t without it’s loses. Countless innocent people had met their untimely fate due through the will of innumerable corrupted beings, beings consumed by greed, hatred, revenge or just the burning desire to cause pain or chaos, but this situation was quite different.
These creatures had not travelled across the galaxy to destroy or rule over Dragonia, but had instead inhabited the planet long before many, if not all, of the warriors had been born. The only things these monstrous creatures were guilty of where doing what they did best, adapting to their different surrounding environments to survive, mutating into their current state to claim their survival as the last dominant races of Dragonia. Sometimes the most simplest organisms are the strongest.
It had come down to this, the creatures and the last surviving warriors of Dragonia almost staring each other down in a battle that would finally decide not only the dominant beings of Dragonia, but also the planets very future.
Back To The Beginning…
