Dark Lord Essay

Lightning struck the tower pinnacle, and briefy the city’s main square was drenched in light. A violent storm was brewing around the city of Magelan, of the world of Ralon on the choas planes. All around the city the guard, dressed in mail of shadowy black, were attempting in vain to surpress the riots that where in place. People had taken the oncoming storm as a sign from the gods, to rise up and overthrow the evil Maraj who ruled their city. † The foolish mortals have taken our bait, their city is in choas my Dark Lord Iekkob† The bodyless voice echoed around the dim moon-lit entrance chamber of the great palace. Suddenly, with a blaze of flame and inpenitrible black smoke, a figure appeared. Slowly becoming less hazy the figure walked towards the base of the stairs, leaving scorched foot prints in the shining marble floor. As the the figure reached the thresh-hold of the crystal staircase, one of the statues that lined walls lazily walked towards him. The statued man was no longer a granite grey but shrowded in black and dark crimson robes. † My Lord Iekkob † The voice sounded again, but it was no longer bodyless. The statued man spoke it, softly, stealthily, yet clearly. † I am pleased, Liwl, you have fooled these pathetic mortals well. The planes of choas are now aptly named thanks to your teachery. † The one named Liwl smiled at his apparent Dark Lord, who had now come into full focus, his cloak burning fiery red to match the embers glowing in his eyes. † Thank you my Lord, I did as you instructed. Every temple, every priest, believed me their deity and followed my orders without question † † Yes†¦ that is what worries me. As weak minded as those who dwell upon the Ethereal Plane are, they would have sensed an intrusion in one of their temples. Especially by you Liwl, they are especially suspicious of the God of Assains and Thiefs. † For a moment he gazed upwards towards the top of the stairs, almost caustiosly. Then it passed, an air of confidence and power grew about him, and he grew in size as he, with a great sweep of his cloak, transcended the great staircase in one leap. He was closely followed by Liwl, who had climbed the stairs quietly, quickly, making sure to stay in the shadows. † Hey you ! Peasant ! What are you doing inside the palace ! † shouted a guard of the palace, armoured in shining gold mail. The Dark Lord looked at the man running towards him, drawing his schimitar, and laughed. The sound pierced the air, and as it did the guard stopped. With a look of great pain he fell to the floor, blood now pouring from his skin. He lay there squirming, spasming with pain. The Dark Lord stopped laughing, gazed upon his victim, and with a slight movement of his hand incinerated the body. † My Lord, I have found the door ! † shouted Liwl, from the far left of the landing. † Open it Lwil, quickly, we cannot stand for these delays. I fear the Ethereal Planes will know of our plans shortly. † Acting with lightning speed Liwl drew two daggers from inside his cloak, and struck the lock. The very palace shook and with a bolt of lightning he was thrown against the wall at the other side of the landing. † As I suspected, Rezarf you value your God of Time very much. You understand the power she wields†¦Ã¢â‚¬ ¦ Liwl GET UP ! † Liwl obdentialy jumped to his feet and followed his master the Dark Lord to the door, now shimmering with arcanic runes. Iekkob drew forth a staff of sort, decorated with skulls of many different races, and tapped the door softly. BOOM The door flew off its hinges, flying through the room it was guarding. † I see you are here Iekkob. I must say I was expecting you when I heard what was happening outside the palace. † Through the smoke and dust the slender figure of a young woman walked towards the Dark Lord. † You are smarter than Rezarf gives you credit, Yholl. Are you sure you will not join me, the God of Time will aid my campaign well. † † You now where my alligance lies. Go back to the Nine Hells and plot with your Daemon servants ! The Gift of Time will only aid Good. † Shouted Yholl, her eyes glowing brightly. † Now leave, you cannot harm me here, you of all people know you can only harm an Ethereal Being on the Ethereal Planes. † † True, but then I do not wish to harm you. You only inherited the power of Time because your predessor lost his powers during the Time of Troubles. And now you to shall walk with the mortals. † Iekkob laughed, that shrill piercing laugh again, and before Yholl could react he had thrust his hand outwards. A beam of light appeared between his hand and Yholls chest, and slowly a sphere of glittering gold moved along it towards him. Yholl let out a scream as the sphere entered the Dark Lord. † It is done Liwl, the God of Time is banished to the mortal coil. And so is the only power Rezarf could use to stop me. † † But sir, why did you not just take the power of time for yourself†¦. or one of your loyal servants. † said Liwl bowing, his long nose almost touching the floor. † Beacuse my†¦ loyal servant † he laughed again, and the mortal Yholl fell wimpering to the floor † I cannot use powers designed for good, and I cannot allow anyone, ESPECIALLY, a loyal servant to posess a power that can stop even me. † And with that he disapeared. Liwl looked around at the debrey around the floor, and the wimpering mortal who was once the powerful God of Tme, and with a swoosh of his shadowy cloak followed his master into nothingness.