Nebula Gravis
04-11-2012, 08:33 AM
[Itzal - Undran tomb of Nigerautumnus ~ The Torn gap ~ U-10]
Itzal didn't know whether he had managed to open his eyes or not...there was darkness in either case. A throbbing head ache pushed away the faint dreams he had before he could hold on to them and grasp their meaning. He didn't know which was worse: the agony of the waking curse and the chains that ran through him or the inability to comprehend the dreams that were tormenting him more and more as the Undran Shard came closer. He didn't have much time to think about this as the pain in his head caused him to pass out again.
[Itzal - Falaryn Court ~ Grand Undran ~ The depths of history]
Itzal tried to guard a border which he could barely see. The impenetrable light beyond the realm made things difficult to see. He believed he saw the backsides of swords glittering in the sun. Could make out the shadow of a banister in the wind. He knew he was going to die, last defender on the walls, last of the royal guards with no prince to protect. The prince had been executed silently after the throne had been taken from him, and had been buried under the court behind him. A horn sounded and disturbed Itzal's thoughts, they were coming; the last war.
By the time the other races had reached Grand Undran, it had near fallen by discord and distress. Nearly all had fled and the free armies found Itzal guarding a near empty city.
The fall of the Undran Kingdom lived on as a Faerietale to frighten children.
Mythical creatures that were out to get those who were naughty.
A proud race, degenerated to mere folklore.
Itzal didn't know whether he had managed to open his eyes or not...there was darkness in either case. A throbbing head ache pushed away the faint dreams he had before he could hold on to them and grasp their meaning. He didn't know which was worse: the agony of the waking curse and the chains that ran through him or the inability to comprehend the dreams that were tormenting him more and more as the Undran Shard came closer. He didn't have much time to think about this as the pain in his head caused him to pass out again.
[Itzal - Falaryn Court ~ Grand Undran ~ The depths of history]
Itzal tried to guard a border which he could barely see. The impenetrable light beyond the realm made things difficult to see. He believed he saw the backsides of swords glittering in the sun. Could make out the shadow of a banister in the wind. He knew he was going to die, last defender on the walls, last of the royal guards with no prince to protect. The prince had been executed silently after the throne had been taken from him, and had been buried under the court behind him. A horn sounded and disturbed Itzal's thoughts, they were coming; the last war.
By the time the other races had reached Grand Undran, it had near fallen by discord and distress. Nearly all had fled and the free armies found Itzal guarding a near empty city.
The fall of the Undran Kingdom lived on as a Faerietale to frighten children.
Mythical creatures that were out to get those who were naughty.
A proud race, degenerated to mere folklore.
Upcoming RPG XP project: Legends of the Flaming Falcons
In a distant future an ancient threat stirs...heroes of old take up their arms once more.
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My developer blog can be found here:
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In a distant future an ancient threat stirs...heroes of old take up their arms once more.
For my writing project that includes my rmxp project I'm also maintaining a private wiki; if you wish to follow me, let me know.
My developer blog can be found here:
http://the-otherworld-tales.blogspot.be/
Gazetteer responsible for Pherione's Developer Interviews. My thread here.
More info or questions? PM me