02-18-2007, 01:21 PM
Taking a small break from his studies, Robert decided to open the pages of the Necrodomo Codex once more. While most of the book's arcane and deamonic writings revealed themselves to him, the last chapters remained unintelligible. Hoping that the gods would deem this the right time to reveal more secrets of the prophecy to him, he stopped at the pages detailing the treasures of Chaos he set out to recover, hoping to glean even a tiny morsel of information to make better sense of what he had read upon the unholy walls before going ahead to the later parts of the book.
After finding nothing new, other than the sting of the sword being taken from him. He flipped ahead towards the end of the book. To his surprise and pleasure, a few new pages of the prophecy were made clear and readable.
And so the Slayer of Kings was taken, by a fool who served one no better. And it was taken to a hidden spot and sundered, and sundered again until the prison crafted by Vangel broke and freed that which was imprisoned and driven utterly and profoundly insane, U'zuhl. Once freed, U'zuhl unleashed a cataclysm of destruction on all who tried to subdue or befriend him. The carnage would last until the Everchosen, surrounded by the Armor of Morkar, and riding the W'Soraych came forth and cast him down into a newly forged blade. And thus the stage was set for the Everchosen to go and claim his crown.
Smiling wide, Robert closed the book and began to finish decoding the writings on the wall, knowing that all will be well.
After finding nothing new, other than the sting of the sword being taken from him. He flipped ahead towards the end of the book. To his surprise and pleasure, a few new pages of the prophecy were made clear and readable.
And so the Slayer of Kings was taken, by a fool who served one no better. And it was taken to a hidden spot and sundered, and sundered again until the prison crafted by Vangel broke and freed that which was imprisoned and driven utterly and profoundly insane, U'zuhl. Once freed, U'zuhl unleashed a cataclysm of destruction on all who tried to subdue or befriend him. The carnage would last until the Everchosen, surrounded by the Armor of Morkar, and riding the W'Soraych came forth and cast him down into a newly forged blade. And thus the stage was set for the Everchosen to go and claim his crown.
Smiling wide, Robert closed the book and began to finish decoding the writings on the wall, knowing that all will be well.