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Vaticus

Vaticus Darglore
The army had risen with but a weekend's notice - beckoned from the darkest corners of their Lord's kingdom - warriors shaped from steel; forged in the smoldering coals of combat for a millenium; soldiers descended from the blood of champions of the past; risen from youth and taught to show no mercy to their enemies, true believers in survival of the fittest - rather than aid a fallen comrade, these men were more likely to strike him down themselves. There numbers were incalculable - the very ground beneath them trembling in fear as they assumed battle formation; bestial snarls and wicked cackles sounded from all directions, they sounded like rabid hyena, more than men. Each wore their Lord's colors proudly - clad in suits of identical armor; forged of metal which seemed almost other-wordly - when in reality, it was forged simply of melted down scraps obtained from countless world's they'd pillaged. Charred black in the flames of avalon, then polished to an immaculate shine - their armor appeared as though it were forged of onyx. He Himself rode with His own elite legion; which itself consisted of perhaps 100 men, at the most. Their armor was identical to the rest of the soldiers; save vicious, curved spikes which protruded from their shoulders - and fierce looking masks; forged to represent various predator; some mythological, others not. His own helmet consisted of what appeared to be a serpent coiling around the base of the helm; reared in a striking position at the peak of his helm, fangs fully bared and forever frozen in a menacing snarl. Behind the formation of his "elite," cavalry marched - perched atop the animated corpses of monstrous dire wolves whose blood lust rivaled their riders. The moment his silence was broken; the army quieted itself, almost instantly. His voice was that of a commander; neigh a conqueror. Deep, and booming - his monstrous helm adding an enigmatic echo to his raspy hiss of a thundering shout. "Let no Avalonian survive! May their blood quench our thirst, and their flesh patch the sails in our ships! --The horrible fate that awaits our enemies beyond this wall, will be spoken of in legends for decades to come! Alysera herself will kneel before me, and renounce her throne - lest I burn it!" His monstrous stallion bucked as he thrust his flamberge into the air - the vicious, twisted blade still caked in the blood of slain fey from yesterday's slaughter. The soldiers' blood lust over flowed as their commander spoke; the hatred within them fueled by his prophecies of the destruction to come. "Solders of the Broken Horn - show these "pacificists" that any alliance forged in the name of peace is but worthless! Let them fall to their knees with pleas for mercy; and let their cries fall upon deaf ears!" His speech ended with a chrous of thundering cheers; orchestrated with the metalic chimes of a thousand spears clashing together in the air. Lowering his weapon from its raised position, he leveled it upon the city before them; the Temple of Avalon, home of the Priestess Alysera - the last stronghold that stood in the way of total domination over his enemies. His lips peeled back in a bestial snarl as he issued the command to charge; his ears ringing constantly - not in reaction to the defeaning sounds of the massive army behind him, but instead rendered near-deaf by his own blood lust - the thrill of destruction excited him more than any female had ever been able to. He could smell the fear of those within the temple; grinning as their guards fled within the structure -----------

Then blackness. Only his hatred existed. Only his blood lust. These visions... these... memories, were all that sustained him. He'd fallen as a War Lord - but he would one day arise, as The Lord. But for now, there was only blackness. No matter, he'd always known that death came with the territory. This was but a minor inconvience; soon, he would resume his campaign - death could -never- keep a good guy down for long.
 
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