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The one who dared beckon its wrath was nimble. It spoke not to die, but to make others. Maggot flesh was all predictable. Take, take, take, take. They took so much from it. It wondered how great the might of the warrior was. It issued a challenge to Irithiel as he fled: "IF YOU ARE MORE THAN...

The Angel paid little mind to the cataclysm around it. Its focus lie on those who were foolish enough to impede its path. Irithiel dropping in front of it with nary a look of fear in his eyes. Irritating. Smug. The maggot flesh always loved to show its valor. Prove itself in the face of the...

The hulking abomination ended its flight not long after it had begun. Its giant metal grieves finding respite upon an unwary Anirian soldiers head, leaving him nothing but a bloody skid mark beneath its mighty feet. Its disgusting wings flaking skin as it landed in the midst of the conflict...

The battle begun. Their unending moral squabbles of what they considered to be of importance. All it was to the Angel was a never ending ringing in its shredded ears. It hated it. It hated them all. Though there existed one voice it knew. It never encountered a familiarity. All died before it...

Horrible breath echoed. The slow dragging feet of a dead elf in its ugly paw. The iron grating the earth from its heavy blade. It heard voices. One familiar. All loud. So loud. Too loud. Unfathomably loud. The Angel felt naught towards nature or man and yet it always found itself caught in...

The betrayal of man was so commonplace that this boy had known what it meant without question. How tragic it was to walk alongside he who believed the world was in his palm. Yalgori brought the fear of man to the creature. It would ever walk with such a heaviness on its heart. Feeling no guilt...

Men. Conniving, sickly creatures. Full of hate and ire and one had given such emotions to The Angel. Yes, it was men who brought it here. And they were already aware of who that man was. Yalgori, he who had followed it from the island to here. Now he planned to make every moment of their life...

It cocked its frightening head to the sky. Blood leaked from the holes on the back of its helmet as it looked for any glimmer of sun. The snow had all but erased it. The boy was right. It had killed dozens of creatures upon its arrival here. Its strength was now sapped, however. It would not be...

It was the same. Ever the same. Despite its attempts to communicate there was always a lingering fear. Its appearance, its horrid voice, it always pushed away anyone. They needed to pay for it. It suffered so long. It should just kill the boy. Be done with it. But it couldn't. Not in this tragic...

The snow fell upon its shoulders. Each flake the feeling of a gargantuan hand pushing down on it. Its breaths deep and short and exhaling ice. It knew it would not see death. It would beg for it, as it always had. Yet its embrace would always fall just out of reach. So, it's suffering would...

"A farce... No progress... I suffer... Before... I sleep..." Its terror was nil this day. Besides The Angel's appearance, that is. Something remarkable had happened. A happenstance meeting led The Angel to believe that Yalgori made his way to the tundra. A place of ice and the Nordenfiir. It...

Sanctuary - Eretejva Tundra "WHERE IS YALGORI, DEATH DEFILERS?! HIS DEMISE WILL BRING YOUR FREEDOM!" The walking nightmare called out while crushing the head of necromancer who dared stand in its path as it entered the home of the Eternum. Its blade had already left gashes across every building...

"Yalgori." It spoke calmly but with anger lingering. It resented each time it spoke the name of its creator. Could he even be considered a creator? It thought otherwise. More a defiler. One who did not respect the balance or cared for the harm he caused over however many years a fiend like he...

The Angel looked back down after it finished screaming towards the heavens. The voice once again ticking away in its brain. It had lost track of where the avatar was and thought it may even be dead. It felt an odd sense of relief knowing it hadn't perished. Whether that relief came from the...

As the rune dissipated, the golem began to bubble. Screeching in nightmarish frequencies as its life was stripped from it. The Angel removed the hatchets from its sides, or attempted to. It was not able to break the connection somehow. This was bad. "THE ATROCITY IGNITES. FLEE, BRAIN MAGGOT OR...