Post by Ryan - Loki on Jul 15, 2008 10:26:29 GMT
Suddenly all would stop, or at least it would appear so in the mind of all the warriors across Dragonia’s surface. Their minds had been penetrated, and though their actions had not been forcibly stopped what they could hear within their heads would surely distract them enough to do so on their own.
“Warriors of Dragonia, hear my words...” the voice echoed, sounding as if it resonated far and wide. “I am in need of your immediate assistance. For those who wish to help me I promise glory, riches and power beyond your wildest possible dreams. All of you who are interested meet up with two of my allies in the most northern part of the country where the land dies, the mountains surround and time appears to stand still; the old ruins in the North of Metapha. That is where your journey begins. They will be there at midnight, but they will not wait for long.”
“Without your help all will be lost. Hurry.” it was a plea, a cry for help – or so it appeared.
All would hear the message, but would they realise this? Would they believe the message to be isolated to just them? Who would meet this call for help? Would they do it out of greed and wanting of the rewards, or would they go out of goodness and a willingness to help? It was a plan well devised by Loki for there were only a few remaining on Dragonia that would ever recognise his voice, let alone after seven years, though it was possible, but would those who recognised it go to stop him or help him? Only time would tell.
“Warriors of Dragonia, hear my words...” the voice echoed, sounding as if it resonated far and wide. “I am in need of your immediate assistance. For those who wish to help me I promise glory, riches and power beyond your wildest possible dreams. All of you who are interested meet up with two of my allies in the most northern part of the country where the land dies, the mountains surround and time appears to stand still; the old ruins in the North of Metapha. That is where your journey begins. They will be there at midnight, but they will not wait for long.”
“Without your help all will be lost. Hurry.” it was a plea, a cry for help – or so it appeared.
All would hear the message, but would they realise this? Would they believe the message to be isolated to just them? Who would meet this call for help? Would they do it out of greed and wanting of the rewards, or would they go out of goodness and a willingness to help? It was a plan well devised by Loki for there were only a few remaining on Dragonia that would ever recognise his voice, let alone after seven years, though it was possible, but would those who recognised it go to stop him or help him? Only time would tell.
