Post by Sata Nur on May 22, 2005 21:10:23 GMT -5
The Darkness carressed her form, as she walked in her Midnight blue cloak, her dark orbs looking ahead of her, her robes wrapped upon her defined form. The peak of her cleavage harbored a dark amulet, that shook slightly as she walked. A Sisterhood of Sorceress was arising once more, the one thought long dead, the Sisterhood of NightBane. And so it would be, after the Betrayal of Serena Shadowsong, Lady of Ulster, well formerly. She still had many of their artifacts, including the Soul Gem, the gem that held all the Dead Sorcerss' of past. Why that foolish woman left us, with her great power, Sata could never fathom.
Why one would of such power join the lighter of things, and become good hearted. Serena was the most vindictive of them, it was very confusing, she had wiped out Realms, took so many lives, and now she was good? Stupid woman. She walked under the night sky, on this road. But she didn't want to go into a town, she wanted to wait for others to come to the calling, the Sisterhood of NightBane would rise. So light consumed her body, as it changed into the form of a raven, black of feather, and eye. She extended her wings to fly, in the sky, to the forest, where she would start a fire, and mystical one, which would call upon the Surviving Sisters. Her eye caught the luster of the moon, a beautiful but fragile, mysterious thing. Much like this sisterhood, it withstood millenia, but suddenly fell, she and afew others had stayed in contact with the Matriarch, Rune, the Dark One.
She neared the tree tops by the Castle, she looked, it would be great to one day set it a flame. She began to glide down, the tree limbs brushing her wing ever so slightly, transfiguration had become so easy for her these past days. A screech however let out from her, it was un-holy, as she settled down on the Forest floor. Looking around, a mist surrounded her form, it was a mystical blue. And as it faded she stood there, "Now the calling shall begin." "Ash fald'uru, thas, patar!" Tree limbs snapped to fall in formation a little bit away from her. "Mosa rai! Kamundun! As fnal dac! Essen heesen, toru nu.....Sisters of NightBane....kazadun!" These words of power echoed silently through the forest, as lightning, unholy purple lightning shot from the sky rimming the trees near her, making them explode, a telekinetic shield reflecting them off of her, and then...the lightning struck the wood, and purple flame came, she lowered her hands, and smiled, "And so the hammer falls..." A mystical smoke came from the purple flame, an earie feeling would sweep through the forest, all the little animals would cringe for a moment. The hairs on humans, elves, orgres' or whatever in here dwelled, hairs would stand up a chill would run down their spine. And it had fallen, now all she need do is wait....
Why one would of such power join the lighter of things, and become good hearted. Serena was the most vindictive of them, it was very confusing, she had wiped out Realms, took so many lives, and now she was good? Stupid woman. She walked under the night sky, on this road. But she didn't want to go into a town, she wanted to wait for others to come to the calling, the Sisterhood of NightBane would rise. So light consumed her body, as it changed into the form of a raven, black of feather, and eye. She extended her wings to fly, in the sky, to the forest, where she would start a fire, and mystical one, which would call upon the Surviving Sisters. Her eye caught the luster of the moon, a beautiful but fragile, mysterious thing. Much like this sisterhood, it withstood millenia, but suddenly fell, she and afew others had stayed in contact with the Matriarch, Rune, the Dark One.
She neared the tree tops by the Castle, she looked, it would be great to one day set it a flame. She began to glide down, the tree limbs brushing her wing ever so slightly, transfiguration had become so easy for her these past days. A screech however let out from her, it was un-holy, as she settled down on the Forest floor. Looking around, a mist surrounded her form, it was a mystical blue. And as it faded she stood there, "Now the calling shall begin." "Ash fald'uru, thas, patar!" Tree limbs snapped to fall in formation a little bit away from her. "Mosa rai! Kamundun! As fnal dac! Essen heesen, toru nu.....Sisters of NightBane....kazadun!" These words of power echoed silently through the forest, as lightning, unholy purple lightning shot from the sky rimming the trees near her, making them explode, a telekinetic shield reflecting them off of her, and then...the lightning struck the wood, and purple flame came, she lowered her hands, and smiled, "And so the hammer falls..." A mystical smoke came from the purple flame, an earie feeling would sweep through the forest, all the little animals would cringe for a moment. The hairs on humans, elves, orgres' or whatever in here dwelled, hairs would stand up a chill would run down their spine. And it had fallen, now all she need do is wait....