Largent
01-10-2005, 02:25
ooc:if you want join in, this is pretty well open
Largent, Earth
Twelve men dressed in all black (http://www.drowtales.com/galleries/album128/MonoBattleSuite.jpg) sat in the shadows, waiting in total silence. It was one of the darkest nights any man could remember. Forshadowing? Perhaps, ominous, most certainly. Sighting and killings were common now as various city's streets were stalked with creatures of the night. They left no evidence, only partially devoured remains and a gory crime scene. No one knew where they came from or what they looked like. Their faces were always covered by black robes and they struck quickly, silently, and indiscriminantly. It was suggeseted that they were a race having been pushed aside during the recent Largentian colonizations throughout the sol, most likely from Charon. Largent had no knowledge of similar attacks elsewhere but it was possible.
The twelve men were members of an elite special forces team that trains its men from birth. They had been there for almost two hours and their legs began to cramp from all the squatting. Just as moral was taking a sharp spike an almost inaudible sound came from a rooftop and they all looked up only to see that the creature was on the move and not visible. Giving each other a quick acknowledging glance and moved without a word. There was no sound as they moved. They quickle ascended to a height equal to that of the creature(s).
The rooftops in the city were all basically connected due to the compactness of it and buildings were only about two stories high. The men moved carefully scanning their surroundings for any signs of other activity. It seemed a lost cause until unbelievable scream errupted from just ahead. Putting steal aside they rushed forward and found themselves looking at an empty street. Empty except for two robed figures standing, unmoving, long shadows being cast in the moonlight. The soldiers halted realizing they had been led into a trap. Just before the trained fingers could wrap around the triggers a ball of flame came down upon them, decimating them, leaving no more than charred remains.
The creatures below would have given a wry smile to one another were it not for their beaks filled with razor teeth. Moments later their outlines slowly vanished until they were no longer their. Seared into the ground next to the soldiers remains was a single message:
We are the Ra'zac, the creatures of the night. If you wish to escape our wrath fear and respect our race. Oppose us and bring suffering and pain upon those you care for
Largent, Earth
Twelve men dressed in all black (http://www.drowtales.com/galleries/album128/MonoBattleSuite.jpg) sat in the shadows, waiting in total silence. It was one of the darkest nights any man could remember. Forshadowing? Perhaps, ominous, most certainly. Sighting and killings were common now as various city's streets were stalked with creatures of the night. They left no evidence, only partially devoured remains and a gory crime scene. No one knew where they came from or what they looked like. Their faces were always covered by black robes and they struck quickly, silently, and indiscriminantly. It was suggeseted that they were a race having been pushed aside during the recent Largentian colonizations throughout the sol, most likely from Charon. Largent had no knowledge of similar attacks elsewhere but it was possible.
The twelve men were members of an elite special forces team that trains its men from birth. They had been there for almost two hours and their legs began to cramp from all the squatting. Just as moral was taking a sharp spike an almost inaudible sound came from a rooftop and they all looked up only to see that the creature was on the move and not visible. Giving each other a quick acknowledging glance and moved without a word. There was no sound as they moved. They quickle ascended to a height equal to that of the creature(s).
The rooftops in the city were all basically connected due to the compactness of it and buildings were only about two stories high. The men moved carefully scanning their surroundings for any signs of other activity. It seemed a lost cause until unbelievable scream errupted from just ahead. Putting steal aside they rushed forward and found themselves looking at an empty street. Empty except for two robed figures standing, unmoving, long shadows being cast in the moonlight. The soldiers halted realizing they had been led into a trap. Just before the trained fingers could wrap around the triggers a ball of flame came down upon them, decimating them, leaving no more than charred remains.
The creatures below would have given a wry smile to one another were it not for their beaks filled with razor teeth. Moments later their outlines slowly vanished until they were no longer their. Seared into the ground next to the soldiers remains was a single message:
We are the Ra'zac, the creatures of the night. If you wish to escape our wrath fear and respect our race. Oppose us and bring suffering and pain upon those you care for