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 An Ancient Warrior returns to the battle 
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--From within an ancient glade, deep within a silent forest a small shrill sound begins to emit, slowly the sound grow in volume becoming more like a howl, beasts and birds flee the area driven mad by the sound. Yet still the noice increases, turning from a howl into a cacophany of wailing, like the sound of a million burning tortured souls begging for release, and then it appears--

--A small ball of blood red light appears in the centre of the clearing, it swirls and pulses, spinning chaotically and growing ever larger in size, a sense of utter dread explodes out from within the heart of the chaos orb, melting stone and setting nearby trees alight, dark clouds move to obscure the watchful eye of the moon and lightning begins to crash down into the orb lending it raw power as it increase in size ever more--

--soon the chaos orb reaches full size, a pulsating gateway of chaos and death, from within a form appears, bursting from the gateway with a hideous roar, lightning strikes around the figure as the chaos orb explodes bathing the whole area in its hellish red glow before vanishing into nothingness--

--The creature stands now in the desolate clearing and draws itself to its full height, it arches its back to look into the darkened sky and lets out a screech of such sublime terror that many creatures within the forest drop dead from fright, another bolt of lightning smashes into the earth before the creatures feet illuminating the beast for a second and pulverising the soil and filling the air with the scent of ozone--

--It stands around nine feet tall in height, two huge obsidian bat like wings extend from its back and flex slightly as if unused for some time, each wing seeming to be edged in a metalic substance that glints with a keen razors edge, there is no doubt that this creature is of demonic origin, its massive physique is encased within ancient full plate armour, a strange symbol etched into the surface radiates a throbbing sickly green glow, a giant greatsword held tightly in one massive clawed hand seems to throb with evil power and it too glows with a sickly green inner light, he tip of the blade seems to continiously drip a vile green ichor onto the ground that scorches the earth where it lands, clutched tightly within is other hand is an evil looking many headed whip, barbs line each of the many strands and seem capable of rending flesh and bone with ease. Two violent and malevolent Amethyst orbs glow from within a sinister metal barbed helm studying the surroundings it now found itself in with eager anticipation--


--The ancient Demon Delexos had arrived in a new world... long ago it had existed with the Fortress of the ancient Thirteenth Baatorian legion, in the ancients of Mo'Pri... It had been the Legions Executioner, a member of the Elite Black Rose and one of the most brutal warriors to have ever existed.. but the corruption that this Vile Venom Demon brought had only helped to speed up the decay of the Mo'pri world and had resulted in its destruction, however the demon had ever been a cunning creature and had constructed the Chaos orb to act as a gateway into the realms of the great abyss where Delexos would exist until the orb could find a new and more suitable plane of existence for the mighty demon to corrupt.... and now that world had been found....--

--The Vemon Demon began to wonder if any of the other demons from the glorious Thirteenth Baatorian Legion had survived, but it had been many centuries since the destruction of Mo'Pri and Delexos seriously doubted that any would have been as cunning as him.... Of course back in the days of mo'pri Delexos had traveled by a different name.. He was once Quix Nagrom... but that name died with the world of Mo'Pri, he was a Demon reborn,,, and his hunger was great--



((ooc: I am an old player of the Mo'Pri game that used to exist before this game moved to evernight years ago... I cannot even remember the old location of the old game but I remember its rp game was Mo'Pri... If any rembember the 13th Baatorian legion or if you were in fact part of it at some time then perhaps you remember the old Quix Nagrom?? would be great to hear from you as i've lost touch and only just re-found this game again))


Sat May 17, 2003 7:56 pm
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As battle comes upon battle. As civilisation rises and falls. So turns the ever ongoing wheel of events.

As all slowly growths under the sun. As might rises to fall again. So does all come and go.

So long ago had the lands of the Legion fallen to nothing. From might fallen to ruin. From ruin reduced to legend. To finally be forgotten from the memory of men.

So had the wretched come to rest. So the wretched had came to be forgotten. So had been undone so many of what had been done.

All lay silent in the lands far from the sight of any. Gone from the memory of men. All silent. A shadow moving into a shadow. As a memory long forgotten. As if feeling something wrong in the world that had forgotten it so long ago.


Wed May 21, 2003 12:09 pm
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~~It had dewlt upon these lands for a few days now, its mighty fortress embedded into the side of the mighty volcano was almost complete, jagged towers of adamantine and obsidian rising towards the sky trying to pierce the heart of the heavens, defying the will of the celestials, slaves worked constantly into exhaustion, the newly transformed Demon Salamander warriors striking at the back of any slave who faltered with a wicked barbed whip, the death rate within the kingdom had sky rocketed since the inception to this new breed of demon warrior, yet for ever slave that died two more newly aquired slaves took its place, the dead corpses being processed in hideous grinders and turned into mush that was fed to the remaining slaves, The Betrayer legion had not known such ease of exsitence in a long time, the false prophets of this realm were weak, Foret, Isonia, and Darden each giving up countless slaves to the Betrayer Legions forces, every death gave a cry to Dardens glory yet each cry was a falsehood, for secretly within the darkest bowels of the Betrayers fortress dark incantations were cast sending the souls of the dead to the one true lord the great lord
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thoughts of the old Legion were discarded now, none of the Vemon Lords spies had discovered any clue to the location of any remaining loyalists, and it was left to the Demon to assume that it was the only surviving member, the legion may very well have been dead, but as long as Delexos held firm to its notions, the Legion would never truely fade from memory~~

~~fortifications and arcane spells surrounded the fortress preimeter, there was no way that anything was getting in uninvited, enchantments were placed upon random rocks and trees, should anythinhg pass these enchantments the elite guard would be alerted, this was nothing compared to its old fortress on Mo'Pri... but then as the ture war of the rose began Delexos in its previous incarnation as Quix Nagrom had purposfully razed its own fortress to show its troops that they had no choice but to go on and destroy the traitors of the Legion.... The Betrayer Legions had taken to the sky that night...and soon they would again..~~
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Wed May 21, 2003 12:58 pm
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A breath of shallow darkness floated through the cavern.

Small red lights seemed to slowly flare in the darkness. As hidden shadows slowly moved taking form.

That which which had ceased to be at the disapearance of the last of the great warriors. Once more was. Still weak but growing. Feeling sources of pain and hatred slowly feeding its empty bowels of power.

How could it be. How could he be again. For all were gone. Nothing remained. And as time went by he himself lost purpose. Yet now again he was. Feeling silent lines of powers hidden from the mortal eye. Almost as if ...

A temple of the Black Rose had rebirthed. Almost as if the ancient sacrement of evil had been reborn.

Yet all had fallen or vanished. All had left. How could it be. Questions for which it didnt have answers. Yet questions which would have to wait. For now was the time to rest. Time to gather its strength again.

Such were the dark thoughts of the being as it's eyes closed again. Bathing itself in the deep darkness of the earth. Feeling the emotions of pain and hatred from above fuel its power. Slowly again growing.


Tue May 27, 2003 7:41 pm
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