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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Sun Aug 25, 2013 3:51 am
Name: Testament
Gender: Male
Age: Actual: 50; Appearance: 26
Species: Human-type Death
Tagged with: Zio and Lucy
Looks: .
Testament stopped and looked at Lucy. He eyed the food and nodded, pointing with his scythe the direction to the dining hall. Once they were there Zio spread her wings and flew off his shoulder, grabbed his scythe by the hilt and carried it away. Then she dropped it down on the ground, leaning it carefully against the wall just behind Testament's chair. Then she landed on the table and looked at Lucy, tilting her head to the side slightly. Testament sat down and waited. [starting to have writer's block.. >_<]
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vvitch on Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: Art Theft: Do not use images that do not belong to you.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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