Post by Nocturnal on Oct 28, 2006 1:28:36 GMT -5
Okay. -Deep breath- Here we go... 
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Yes, you might have notice that I made one or two references to a force known as "Sithis". For all of you Oblivion folks, and more or less the Dark Brotherhood crowd, you guys should know very well what Sithis is, but for those who don't, I'll clue you in. Sithis is a serpent-demon god whom the Dark Brotherhood worship as their "Dread Father". But, you might as well think of him as a demon-god for now. This isn't exactly the best post of my life, but it's all I can do right now.
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Silence. Complete and utter silence. Silence that was, however, broken by a sudden clash of lightning, streaking across the sky in a peculiar shade of cerulean. Indeed, 'twas the only light that revealed the intimidating precess of a somewhat fatigued raven patron as the beast hurled himself against the icy winds. Odd weather for these parts, he thought bitterly to himself. Even though he had been in this strange realm for a few months, he had recognized even the crude weather pattern for which was embedded in his mind. Though the mood of the scenery wasn't what his thoughts were focused on, despite his efforts. His thoughts were focused on what perilous deed he was about to commit, one that could result in his very demise. Sithis knows what kind of trouble he was getting into.
Adias supposed he should be afraid, even terrified of challenging a lead, let alone a king for his territory. But for some reason, he felt as though he needed to, as though he was supposed to. And now, as his sinewy physique dipped in the strangest fashion in his attempt to resist the wind, his sharp, intelligent optics swept the eerie landscape with an air of confidence, of self-assurance. Indeed, Adias felt unstoppable. Untouchable. Gazing into his raven pools was like gazing into the void itself. One would go mad, become lost, should they delve deep enough, and be swallowed by his innocent evil. That was his primary advantage, for didn't most opponents look each other in the eyes before erupting into flurries of useless melee attacks?
Adias had nearly crashed into a cliff as his thoughts over-whelmed him. A curse escaped his zephyr as he scolded himself for such foolishness. He could afford no wounds now that he was here. Pinning his large wings to his bodice, he plummeted down-wards a few hundred feet, than swiftly opened them and let what little wind on his side carry him to his destination: A massive, amber rock formation that looked like nothing he had ever seen before; a bird of some kind, he guessed. Adias' pillars landed firmly, and stiffly, on the rock. Obsidian orbs scanned the landscape for any sign of life. None. Good. The patron tensed as his frame stood erect, and his crown tilted back to face the rose-tinged mountains. A loud bugle broke through the air, loud and clear as it rang against the solid mountains that surrounded him. Once more it pierced the air, a challenge to the King of the territory which Adias desired. He had been there only a few times, but knew that he had a right to challenge the king, whose name was still unknown Adias. If the king did not reply within five moons, the land was his. Now all he had to do was wait. Wait for what could be his end, or his beginning. By Sithis, now there's no turning back.
Adias supposed he should be afraid, even terrified of challenging a lead, let alone a king for his territory. But for some reason, he felt as though he needed to, as though he was supposed to. And now, as his sinewy physique dipped in the strangest fashion in his attempt to resist the wind, his sharp, intelligent optics swept the eerie landscape with an air of confidence, of self-assurance. Indeed, Adias felt unstoppable. Untouchable. Gazing into his raven pools was like gazing into the void itself. One would go mad, become lost, should they delve deep enough, and be swallowed by his innocent evil. That was his primary advantage, for didn't most opponents look each other in the eyes before erupting into flurries of useless melee attacks?
Adias had nearly crashed into a cliff as his thoughts over-whelmed him. A curse escaped his zephyr as he scolded himself for such foolishness. He could afford no wounds now that he was here. Pinning his large wings to his bodice, he plummeted down-wards a few hundred feet, than swiftly opened them and let what little wind on his side carry him to his destination: A massive, amber rock formation that looked like nothing he had ever seen before; a bird of some kind, he guessed. Adias' pillars landed firmly, and stiffly, on the rock. Obsidian orbs scanned the landscape for any sign of life. None. Good. The patron tensed as his frame stood erect, and his crown tilted back to face the rose-tinged mountains. A loud bugle broke through the air, loud and clear as it rang against the solid mountains that surrounded him. Once more it pierced the air, a challenge to the King of the territory which Adias desired. He had been there only a few times, but knew that he had a right to challenge the king, whose name was still unknown Adias. If the king did not reply within five moons, the land was his. Now all he had to do was wait. Wait for what could be his end, or his beginning. By Sithis, now there's no turning back.
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Yes, you might have notice that I made one or two references to a force known as "Sithis". For all of you Oblivion folks, and more or less the Dark Brotherhood crowd, you guys should know very well what Sithis is, but for those who don't, I'll clue you in. Sithis is a serpent-demon god whom the Dark Brotherhood worship as their "Dread Father". But, you might as well think of him as a demon-god for now. This isn't exactly the best post of my life, but it's all I can do right now.
