It wasn't often something caused the wheels to stop spinning in the outer planes. A moment in history recorded that night when what had supposed to have been locked away for eternity and never to come back. That presence was revealed finally. Roan Vhenguir walked. The planes paused if even for a moment. They knew it now and preparations were being made.
For most were those of chaos already searching. As soon as they knew where he was the attack was on. Creatures of pure chaos were being spawned for this. There masters didn't care if they were strong or weak just that they would work to get the demon lord to stand still long enough for them to attack. Ygrol The second oldest Slaad lord with his use of the spawning stone to change the physical form of the Slaad into the frog-like creatures that they now look from the embodiment of chaos they started as.
Blackened, winged skeletal hulk looking through the swirling mists watching. He could pick it out. It looked more like one of the planes of chaos than anything else. He knew of Rhydin and could get there if he wanted. His head turned letting empty sockets shift to the scythe and finally to Shkiv the great wyrm brass dragon.
His deep voice, more like cracking rocks than anything else seemed to come from all around as jawbone slowly opened and closed not matching the pattern of the words. "He lives. I will not win this fight," He knew as he started his life at the end of all things and lived backwards through existence. "But it seems I am to be the first to attack. Ironic isn't it?"
The great Dragon looked from the nothingness that he chaos currently took the form of to his lord. A single eye blinked before its head turned back to the twisting maelstrom of realities that the chaos was at the moment. Only then did the other blink.
It was an avalanche that erupted, rocks cracking and falling were his laughter, and somewhere within known existence a village was crushed.
For most were those of chaos already searching. As soon as they knew where he was the attack was on. Creatures of pure chaos were being spawned for this. There masters didn't care if they were strong or weak just that they would work to get the demon lord to stand still long enough for them to attack. Ygrol The second oldest Slaad lord with his use of the spawning stone to change the physical form of the Slaad into the frog-like creatures that they now look from the embodiment of chaos they started as.
Blackened, winged skeletal hulk looking through the swirling mists watching. He could pick it out. It looked more like one of the planes of chaos than anything else. He knew of Rhydin and could get there if he wanted. His head turned letting empty sockets shift to the scythe and finally to Shkiv the great wyrm brass dragon.
His deep voice, more like cracking rocks than anything else seemed to come from all around as jawbone slowly opened and closed not matching the pattern of the words. "He lives. I will not win this fight," He knew as he started his life at the end of all things and lived backwards through existence. "But it seems I am to be the first to attack. Ironic isn't it?"
The great Dragon looked from the nothingness that he chaos currently took the form of to his lord. A single eye blinked before its head turned back to the twisting maelstrom of realities that the chaos was at the moment. Only then did the other blink.
It was an avalanche that erupted, rocks cracking and falling were his laughter, and somewhere within known existence a village was crushed.