Post by Deirdre on Jan 27, 2008 13:41:08 GMT -5
In the newly constructed city of Tarthia the vast majority of the population had their eyes turned skyward, the streaks of light fracturing the darkness that had always enclosed the land had many worried. A lot of those gossiping had speculated on everything from the death of Sitherack, to the destruction of the Arc of Darkness, and even an invasion by Lasius the Sage of the Light. But of course none of these was even wild enough to compare with the truth. Darkness itself was failing, and she could feel it. The boundaries around her mind that kept her in check were almost gone. The Arc of death glimmered at her side as she strode through the Tarthian courtyard. His control of her would soon be gone, and the souls that surrounded her waited anxiously for the moment it would be so.
The undead watched her cautiously as she strode by, respect and fear mingled in their posture, cringing away, but no less than the living Sedian population. Those who knew just who she was, what she was capable of anyway, there were always those who just saw a naked woman walking down the street and could not help the but stare in lust. Oddly no one ever made a move on her, It was unpredictable what she would do in any case. Perhaps the shock of seeing her was simply not recovered in time for them to act.
Of course it didn't matter to her, the dead had no such passions, no such instincts, the sole instinct that remained was the urge to feed, insatiably. She herself was immune to the hunger, carrying the Arc of Death provided her with a different kind of energy. But her Legions needed to be kept in strict control, otherwise Sitherack would come back to find his city empty. The though appealed to her and she could tell it was his control slipping further. Soon, so very soon....
The invisible souls of the dead and damned wrapped around her body, caressing her flesh, whispering incessantly in her ear, some protesting her thoughts some encouraging them. There was devision in the death, but her mind paid no attention. Insanity provided its own buffered from the consequences of reality and her actions, it made her the perfect candidate for the will of the Arc of Death. It strove as all did to increase its power and influence, the only way to do that was to increase the legions of the dead. Right now the 150,000 or so living Sedi inhabiting the city of Tarthia were its goal, if it could kill and raise them, then the remaining living Sedi would stand no chance against the legions of the dead, they would be unrivaled, and death would spread, plaguing the land till nothing living remained.
The thought excited her, tingled across her flesh, she was in essence the bane of all things living, and her power was growing with the weakening control that Sitherack had exerted over her. She stopped under a ray of sunlight that had broken the magical darkness over head, the sun washing her cold flesh with a feeling of warmth that almost made her feel alive once more, briefly after the cold of eternal night. She closed her eyes, and slowly as though pushing through mud raised the arm holding the Arc of Death.
Sickly green nether energy wound up her arm around the blade, and ghosted across her body, briefly revealing the thousands of souls that enshrouded her form like a second skin. Tortured faces screaming in agony of eternal unending mental torment. Like some queen of hell she spread her arms, and the ground trembled as though she held the Arc of Earth instead of Death. The Sedi looked around in confusion, those in the courtyard stumbled back from her, hardened warriors ready to face death, still shrunk in the face of eternal damnation.
The rumbling became clearer as the Undead flooded into the city from the outskirts where they had been camped. There was no military organization to the attack, it was pure unrelented chaos. Several Undead rushed to Deirdre's position, but not to guard her, they instead contorted their bodies into a throne of skeletal remains, where she sat and watched the Tarthian Sedi die. The battle waged through the heart of the city around the citadel, where the legions came face to face with the remaining Sedian elite. The Elites had a clear advantage, but every time a Sedi fell in the attack sickly green tendrils of energy snaked around their body and they rose to turn on their former comrades. It took hours, the ravishing of Tarthia, the battle itself was over relatively quickly, it was the hunting, through the houses, finding the women and children hiding away, that took the most time. And the feeding. Occasional screams echoed out throughout the city as one family or another was found and slaughtered, there was no such thing as mercy in this army. The undead were never not hungry, blood stained the buildings, splashed the walls and soaked the ground.
Deirdre watched it all with a silent satisfaction, her Army was swelling with new “recruits” Soon nothing would stop her rampage across the world, and death would take its rightful place as the entirety of existence, finally the transient disease of Life would be purged.
The undead watched her cautiously as she strode by, respect and fear mingled in their posture, cringing away, but no less than the living Sedian population. Those who knew just who she was, what she was capable of anyway, there were always those who just saw a naked woman walking down the street and could not help the but stare in lust. Oddly no one ever made a move on her, It was unpredictable what she would do in any case. Perhaps the shock of seeing her was simply not recovered in time for them to act.
Of course it didn't matter to her, the dead had no such passions, no such instincts, the sole instinct that remained was the urge to feed, insatiably. She herself was immune to the hunger, carrying the Arc of Death provided her with a different kind of energy. But her Legions needed to be kept in strict control, otherwise Sitherack would come back to find his city empty. The though appealed to her and she could tell it was his control slipping further. Soon, so very soon....
The invisible souls of the dead and damned wrapped around her body, caressing her flesh, whispering incessantly in her ear, some protesting her thoughts some encouraging them. There was devision in the death, but her mind paid no attention. Insanity provided its own buffered from the consequences of reality and her actions, it made her the perfect candidate for the will of the Arc of Death. It strove as all did to increase its power and influence, the only way to do that was to increase the legions of the dead. Right now the 150,000 or so living Sedi inhabiting the city of Tarthia were its goal, if it could kill and raise them, then the remaining living Sedi would stand no chance against the legions of the dead, they would be unrivaled, and death would spread, plaguing the land till nothing living remained.
The thought excited her, tingled across her flesh, she was in essence the bane of all things living, and her power was growing with the weakening control that Sitherack had exerted over her. She stopped under a ray of sunlight that had broken the magical darkness over head, the sun washing her cold flesh with a feeling of warmth that almost made her feel alive once more, briefly after the cold of eternal night. She closed her eyes, and slowly as though pushing through mud raised the arm holding the Arc of Death.
Sickly green nether energy wound up her arm around the blade, and ghosted across her body, briefly revealing the thousands of souls that enshrouded her form like a second skin. Tortured faces screaming in agony of eternal unending mental torment. Like some queen of hell she spread her arms, and the ground trembled as though she held the Arc of Earth instead of Death. The Sedi looked around in confusion, those in the courtyard stumbled back from her, hardened warriors ready to face death, still shrunk in the face of eternal damnation.
The rumbling became clearer as the Undead flooded into the city from the outskirts where they had been camped. There was no military organization to the attack, it was pure unrelented chaos. Several Undead rushed to Deirdre's position, but not to guard her, they instead contorted their bodies into a throne of skeletal remains, where she sat and watched the Tarthian Sedi die. The battle waged through the heart of the city around the citadel, where the legions came face to face with the remaining Sedian elite. The Elites had a clear advantage, but every time a Sedi fell in the attack sickly green tendrils of energy snaked around their body and they rose to turn on their former comrades. It took hours, the ravishing of Tarthia, the battle itself was over relatively quickly, it was the hunting, through the houses, finding the women and children hiding away, that took the most time. And the feeding. Occasional screams echoed out throughout the city as one family or another was found and slaughtered, there was no such thing as mercy in this army. The undead were never not hungry, blood stained the buildings, splashed the walls and soaked the ground.
Deirdre watched it all with a silent satisfaction, her Army was swelling with new “recruits” Soon nothing would stop her rampage across the world, and death would take its rightful place as the entirety of existence, finally the transient disease of Life would be purged.