Vrall
09-04-2008, 01:44
Reality has begun to break down in a few various nations across the world. The results range from new landmarks appearing at random to new plant life and fauna beginning to grow in obscure locations. Most nations are keeping these occurrences secret, but with confidence decaying among the citizenry, these nations are being forced to face the growing threat: the boundaries of time and space are falling, and soon, all of NS will pay the price...
Scelestus Nightweavehttp://www.fotosearch.com/comp/dgv/dgv081/businessman-crouching-within-white-box-~-200019196-001.jpg
Chancellor Scelestus Nightweave walked swiftly through the streets. Tretica was the capital of the Dominion of Vrall, and now here, too, things were becoming... hectic. His various ministers and cabinet members babbled nervously, trying to get his attention. "Sir! This is war! We must fight!" screamed Scel's top general.
"We cannot attack these figures until we know their motive!" whispers the high priest anxiously.
Scelestus ignored them, continuing his path through the shadow-blurred streets. Finally, he arrived at his location. Standing tall before him, an old stone tower was half-collapsed between two skyscrapers. Bells began to chime loudly from within it, and the massive clock hands twitched on their path around.
http://www.cs.utah.edu/~wyman/personal/europe2003/LondonNightBigBen2.jpg
"Clean it up. Find out where it came from. I expect answers," Scel said softly. His voice, while soft, was very cold and strict. His ministers bolted off, placing calls. Scelestus payed them no mind, and simply walked up to the building, touching its cold smooth surface gently. He would find out this thing's origin, and if he had to, he would clean up them, too...
Scelestus Nightweavehttp://www.fotosearch.com/comp/dgv/dgv081/businessman-crouching-within-white-box-~-200019196-001.jpg
Chancellor Scelestus Nightweave walked swiftly through the streets. Tretica was the capital of the Dominion of Vrall, and now here, too, things were becoming... hectic. His various ministers and cabinet members babbled nervously, trying to get his attention. "Sir! This is war! We must fight!" screamed Scel's top general.
"We cannot attack these figures until we know their motive!" whispers the high priest anxiously.
Scelestus ignored them, continuing his path through the shadow-blurred streets. Finally, he arrived at his location. Standing tall before him, an old stone tower was half-collapsed between two skyscrapers. Bells began to chime loudly from within it, and the massive clock hands twitched on their path around.
http://www.cs.utah.edu/~wyman/personal/europe2003/LondonNightBigBen2.jpg
"Clean it up. Find out where it came from. I expect answers," Scel said softly. His voice, while soft, was very cold and strict. His ministers bolted off, placing calls. Scelestus payed them no mind, and simply walked up to the building, touching its cold smooth surface gently. He would find out this thing's origin, and if he had to, he would clean up them, too...