Darkness and light surround him as he stepped into the cathedral. Vaulted ceilings fade, obscured by shadows. Along the walls the honored dead look down with solemnly horrifying visages. These stone eyes mark his passage down the center aisle to look upon the bloodstained altar. The cloak covering him seemed to be the source of the chaos of swirling light and dark that obscured his features, and left little more than his feet visible beneath and wide shoulders inferred.
He spit upon the altar, it ran red with the dried blood, but even this part of him seemed to swirl with that maelstrom of shadowplay. Amber eyes looked to the statue above, to Bhaal in his murderous glory, and narrowed cruelly at him. "Your servants tried to forbid me entry. I hope they served you well when they passed through your gates." Shadow passed over eyes but the wrinkling of nose could now be seen. "This place has the stink of old death; old like you and completely unnecessary"also like you."
Laughter spilled from him in rough hewed baritone waves. "Tell me you don't know me"that you didn't feel the moment of my creation. I am the new, here to steal what you think is yours. The war with that chaste bitch has weakened you and in this moment I tell you that you will fall by my hand." Doors at the corners of the chamber opened and priests filtered in armed to hurt"to maim".to kill in glorious homage to Bhaal.
Shadows and light spewed forth from the ceiling the corners"in through the stained glass. It caught up these holy figures holding them motionless. The figure at the altar seemed to take no notice of the conflict. "I tell you simply because you cannot stop it, I will come when you are vulnerable"engaged"perhaps even with the bitch herself, and my blade will take your back. Your throne is already forfeit your crown already resting upon my head. Your priests shall be carved on my altar, and your priestesses shall be my consorts. Know me now and fear." He pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal himself to the statue above. Shrieks came from the four corners of the church as the light and shadow tore the priests apart.
Amber hued eyes smiled cruelly at the statue above, those lips parting in a sparkling sinful sneer. "Know that you will not fall alone though for Scathach will go into the nether with you, hand in hand. The war will be ended between you, thus have I been sent by the others. Born for one purpose and given no limits on how it will come to be.?
Light and dark played around him as that hood was replaced; it intensified to a blinding cacophony of darkest brilliance. When it cleared the room was empty save the blood spattered statues and the bits of priest that littered the floors.
He spit upon the altar, it ran red with the dried blood, but even this part of him seemed to swirl with that maelstrom of shadowplay. Amber eyes looked to the statue above, to Bhaal in his murderous glory, and narrowed cruelly at him. "Your servants tried to forbid me entry. I hope they served you well when they passed through your gates." Shadow passed over eyes but the wrinkling of nose could now be seen. "This place has the stink of old death; old like you and completely unnecessary"also like you."
Laughter spilled from him in rough hewed baritone waves. "Tell me you don't know me"that you didn't feel the moment of my creation. I am the new, here to steal what you think is yours. The war with that chaste bitch has weakened you and in this moment I tell you that you will fall by my hand." Doors at the corners of the chamber opened and priests filtered in armed to hurt"to maim".to kill in glorious homage to Bhaal.
Shadows and light spewed forth from the ceiling the corners"in through the stained glass. It caught up these holy figures holding them motionless. The figure at the altar seemed to take no notice of the conflict. "I tell you simply because you cannot stop it, I will come when you are vulnerable"engaged"perhaps even with the bitch herself, and my blade will take your back. Your throne is already forfeit your crown already resting upon my head. Your priests shall be carved on my altar, and your priestesses shall be my consorts. Know me now and fear." He pulled back the hood of his cloak to reveal himself to the statue above. Shrieks came from the four corners of the church as the light and shadow tore the priests apart.
Amber hued eyes smiled cruelly at the statue above, those lips parting in a sparkling sinful sneer. "Know that you will not fall alone though for Scathach will go into the nether with you, hand in hand. The war will be ended between you, thus have I been sent by the others. Born for one purpose and given no limits on how it will come to be.?
Light and dark played around him as that hood was replaced; it intensified to a blinding cacophony of darkest brilliance. When it cleared the room was empty save the blood spattered statues and the bits of priest that littered the floors.