It's Time To Begin

*Syrinx* · 06-25-2014, 12:30 AM

Oh but bless their unprepared minds and their hearts for his time had come and he would be relentless. The beast had made note of the fact his true opponent was gone, but nevertheless; it did not bother him. Isardis would learn the fiery titan had taken his home and eventually he would strike back. Isardis, however, was still not the obsession. The king wanted a change of scenery and he wanted to be back to his imperiality and his immortality. He wanted to rule again; stronger than before. Thus, he came. Slipping through the darkness and curling his body through the shadows of the night. He had travelled for a few days, and began his final trek the night before. Now, the sun pooled just over the horizon and the heathen, with bated breath and slavering jaws, sang for them.

He stood with his head held even across his chest and his posture particularly loose and relaxed. First, he wanted to know which of the minions Isardis had left the crown to, and from there he would size them up and take them down. A smirk enveloped his features and he waited. Glaciems would pour into his sight and he would give them but a mere few moments to leave before he took apart their leader and tore down their walls. Of course, those that wished to say and swear perfect fealty unto him...they would find themselves feeling the most amazing bit of pride. They would be power moguls. Syrinx, would craft the militant bunch he had once sought after--this time he would be final...this time he would not create a rift or divide those that tried to stand beside him. The Adravendi would have another home. For those that Valhalla had...outgrown...he had a feeling those numbers could be plentiful.

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