16-10-2003, 17:07
Many nights had Drakkan slaved over the ancient texts, all other thoughts had completly vacated his mind. The ancient legends would surely come true, and thus ultimate power would be his. The Dragon. A symbol of Destruction and careless power. It would take a ceremony of enourmous proportions to perform the ritual, but Drakkan had easily enough citizens to sacrifice.
From all throughout New Dhoregnohb, people were summoned to the Great Ziggurat of Drakkan the Butcher, Lord of Murder, God Emperor of Dhoregnohb. The people hated and feared their God-Emperor but could not disobey him for fear of punishment worse than death. The crowd had been chosen at random from each part of the city. Drakkan smirked, this forsight ensured that no particular sector of his nation would suffer damage that would have to be repopulated. As the stands were filled with 10,000 people Drakkan began the ritual without a word.
The gates slammed shut, trapping the unfortunates within. People shouted and screamed in fear and pandemonium broke lose. Drakkan rose into the air, as green wisps of life energy flowed to him from the crowd. He began to glow as the life of his victims became his own. On the ground below people fell and died, their bodies disitegrated to a very fine black ash as their very lifespark was taken from them. The ashes of what had once been 10,000 human beings covered the ground in heaps as a strong wind blew, the fine ash was lifted into the air and scattered through the winds. Drakkan plummeted to the ground in a cloud of dirt.
Like a newborn, he attempted to get to his feet but stumbled. He gazed upon his new body. Fine scales had begun to show across his skin. He face had lost its handsome figure and had become brutish, his teeth fangs. He had grown too, he now stood about eight feet tall and his muscles had enlarged to suit his new form. Drakkan laughed aloud; in his mind he had already begun the second part of the ritual...
From all throughout New Dhoregnohb, people were summoned to the Great Ziggurat of Drakkan the Butcher, Lord of Murder, God Emperor of Dhoregnohb. The people hated and feared their God-Emperor but could not disobey him for fear of punishment worse than death. The crowd had been chosen at random from each part of the city. Drakkan smirked, this forsight ensured that no particular sector of his nation would suffer damage that would have to be repopulated. As the stands were filled with 10,000 people Drakkan began the ritual without a word.
The gates slammed shut, trapping the unfortunates within. People shouted and screamed in fear and pandemonium broke lose. Drakkan rose into the air, as green wisps of life energy flowed to him from the crowd. He began to glow as the life of his victims became his own. On the ground below people fell and died, their bodies disitegrated to a very fine black ash as their very lifespark was taken from them. The ashes of what had once been 10,000 human beings covered the ground in heaps as a strong wind blew, the fine ash was lifted into the air and scattered through the winds. Drakkan plummeted to the ground in a cloud of dirt.
Like a newborn, he attempted to get to his feet but stumbled. He gazed upon his new body. Fine scales had begun to show across his skin. He face had lost its handsome figure and had become brutish, his teeth fangs. He had grown too, he now stood about eight feet tall and his muscles had enlarged to suit his new form. Drakkan laughed aloud; in his mind he had already begun the second part of the ritual...