Post by Tsumetai ano Usagi Meijin on Nov 23, 2007 0:40:23 GMT -5
As Darkarath ran down the sliver corridor, his long silver black hair bouncing against his back. His deep blood red eyes focused on the target. The black chain mail clanking against his armor as he turned a corner. The black armor with red trimmings and markings had two slits in the back, from which his demonic wings could spread open. As he turned another corner he slid his black helmet on which had two slits for eye holes.
He grabbed the hilts of his duel long long swords. As he pulled out the blades, the magnificent fire blackened steel shined. Inside of the blades red topaz shown, they where truly a work of art. The handles where carved out of a black magical gem, which had powers that grew attached to the user. His great sword which was still in its sheath on his back bounced off of his back. Its handle was carved out of a red and black gem. The blade it self was six feet long and weights a tremendous amount. He also is trained in the art of necromancy and magic.
Darkarath started to run down a stair well that led to the unknown. As he reached the bottom he was panting. His chest plate could be seen moving in and out. He had a muscular build to his body and he stood around 6'5". He kicked down a door to the left of the staircase. Five knights stood and ran over to him drawing their blades. He lunged at on of them impaling his swords into a knights chest. He kicked off of that knight and beheaded another one. He looked at the other three with a demonic look in his eyes, while he was thinking of the many ways he could kill them. He launched his swords at a knight, the swords went into his arms and nailed him to a wall. The last to charged at him. Darkarath made a motion of his arms and steel claws came out of his gloves. He then made a lunging kick at one of the knights. He planted his foot on his face, crushing the knight against a wall killing him. He turned to the last one, the knight was trembling. Darkatath punched his claws int other knights throat. he pulled them out leaving the knight to die a slow death.
He then grabbed his swords and put them back into his sheaths. He walked out of the blood stained room. He spread his wings and flew up. He broke out of a window while he was looking at his army below. He smiled to himself evilly and he said "The Lord will be pleased."
Darkarth had been the Evil Lords right had man since he had come to power. The Lord was always his 'friend' since they meent 400 years ago.
Darkarath has a very cold heart. He finds no pity for others. Only a few have made it to his emotions, but which then he killed gruesomely. He killed his own family when he was only ten. He has immense power. He has a lasting impression to one's thoughts and feelings. Where ever he goes a sense of death seems to follow. He is not a person that you want to be your enemy. He is not a very good ally either as a matter of fact. He disobeys The Lord at times. He has his own way of doing things.
Even though he is 420 years old he looks like he was only 20. He seems to stay internally young
He grabbed the hilts of his duel long long swords. As he pulled out the blades, the magnificent fire blackened steel shined. Inside of the blades red topaz shown, they where truly a work of art. The handles where carved out of a black magical gem, which had powers that grew attached to the user. His great sword which was still in its sheath on his back bounced off of his back. Its handle was carved out of a red and black gem. The blade it self was six feet long and weights a tremendous amount. He also is trained in the art of necromancy and magic.
Darkarath started to run down a stair well that led to the unknown. As he reached the bottom he was panting. His chest plate could be seen moving in and out. He had a muscular build to his body and he stood around 6'5". He kicked down a door to the left of the staircase. Five knights stood and ran over to him drawing their blades. He lunged at on of them impaling his swords into a knights chest. He kicked off of that knight and beheaded another one. He looked at the other three with a demonic look in his eyes, while he was thinking of the many ways he could kill them. He launched his swords at a knight, the swords went into his arms and nailed him to a wall. The last to charged at him. Darkarath made a motion of his arms and steel claws came out of his gloves. He then made a lunging kick at one of the knights. He planted his foot on his face, crushing the knight against a wall killing him. He turned to the last one, the knight was trembling. Darkatath punched his claws int other knights throat. he pulled them out leaving the knight to die a slow death.
He then grabbed his swords and put them back into his sheaths. He walked out of the blood stained room. He spread his wings and flew up. He broke out of a window while he was looking at his army below. He smiled to himself evilly and he said "The Lord will be pleased."
Darkarth had been the Evil Lords right had man since he had come to power. The Lord was always his 'friend' since they meent 400 years ago.
Darkarath has a very cold heart. He finds no pity for others. Only a few have made it to his emotions, but which then he killed gruesomely. He killed his own family when he was only ten. He has immense power. He has a lasting impression to one's thoughts and feelings. Where ever he goes a sense of death seems to follow. He is not a person that you want to be your enemy. He is not a very good ally either as a matter of fact. He disobeys The Lord at times. He has his own way of doing things.
Even though he is 420 years old he looks like he was only 20. He seems to stay internally young