Edoniakistanbabweagua
19-08-2006, 13:25
Heaven. Above and beyond the blue skies of ancient Earth have always been a wonder to men and women of all civilizations. People have studied and even worshipped the beauty and awe of space from their small homes on their home. In the heavens lie the great mystery of countless deities that rule over their empires with kindness or an iron fist. Their followers sacrifice countless innocents for appeasement and the gods and goddesses approve and aid the people in times of peace and war. But like all great stories of the past, this begins at the brink of war...
A figure in the mist was seen roaming near Athens. The people had seen him there for the past couple of weeks. A stranger in a dark cloak would walk into the town at night, bypassing the guards and the walls, and just stand at the center of the city, then leave before daybreak. The people were confused and worried that he was an enemy spy checking the city's defenses. In this confusion, they sent their youngest and strongest warrior to follow the cloaked figure and find out what city-state he hailed from. The man waited one fateful night as the cloaked man slinked into the city. This man looked around the city as usually, then stopped. He slowly turned to where the warrior was hiding and stared dead into his eyes. The man looked and saw no face on the phantom. The figure continued staring coldly into his eyes, then turned away and began to leave. The man waited and then followed the figure out of the city, unsure of the danger he would face. After several hours, the figure entered a small cave. The warrior entered cautiously.
"This is quite strange," the warrior said to himself. "The cave should be dark, but it is as brightly lit as if it were day." He heard a noise deep inside the cave.
"That sounded like a woman screaming!" He ran deeper, throwing all caution to the wind. The tunnel continued as if it would never end. Finally, the tunnel opened up to a large cavern, where the figure was floating above a bottomless pit of fire.
"I see you have come to witness the world's undoing young one," the figure spoke. He came closer to the man and spoke once again. "You have come at a glorious time warrior.
"Wha...what are you?" asked the man shakily.
The figure smiled as much as a faceless man could and continued, "You, man whom worships the great Olympian gods, do not know to whom you speak to?" He laughed bitterly. "I am Thanatos, god of death and son of the dark ones, Nyx and Erebus. I am the harbringer of this world's cleansing." The inferno below Thanatos grew immense and spiraled around the god.
"Cleansing? what are you talking about?" yelled the man.
"Hehehe...pitiful youth..." He rose his hand and the flames began surrounding the warrior. "You will know soon enough,"
The fire engulfed the warrior. His screams echoed throughout the entire cavern, only matched by the evil laughter of Thanatos. The god looked down at the pit and spoke, "Worry not titans of the past. I have located the means to let you loose upon the world to spread the glory of destruction and pain to every man and woman." The fires grew intense, as if it were happy to here the proclaimation of freedom.
OOC: This is open to anyone and is connected to the Different Mythologies Thread.
A figure in the mist was seen roaming near Athens. The people had seen him there for the past couple of weeks. A stranger in a dark cloak would walk into the town at night, bypassing the guards and the walls, and just stand at the center of the city, then leave before daybreak. The people were confused and worried that he was an enemy spy checking the city's defenses. In this confusion, they sent their youngest and strongest warrior to follow the cloaked figure and find out what city-state he hailed from. The man waited one fateful night as the cloaked man slinked into the city. This man looked around the city as usually, then stopped. He slowly turned to where the warrior was hiding and stared dead into his eyes. The man looked and saw no face on the phantom. The figure continued staring coldly into his eyes, then turned away and began to leave. The man waited and then followed the figure out of the city, unsure of the danger he would face. After several hours, the figure entered a small cave. The warrior entered cautiously.
"This is quite strange," the warrior said to himself. "The cave should be dark, but it is as brightly lit as if it were day." He heard a noise deep inside the cave.
"That sounded like a woman screaming!" He ran deeper, throwing all caution to the wind. The tunnel continued as if it would never end. Finally, the tunnel opened up to a large cavern, where the figure was floating above a bottomless pit of fire.
"I see you have come to witness the world's undoing young one," the figure spoke. He came closer to the man and spoke once again. "You have come at a glorious time warrior.
"Wha...what are you?" asked the man shakily.
The figure smiled as much as a faceless man could and continued, "You, man whom worships the great Olympian gods, do not know to whom you speak to?" He laughed bitterly. "I am Thanatos, god of death and son of the dark ones, Nyx and Erebus. I am the harbringer of this world's cleansing." The inferno below Thanatos grew immense and spiraled around the god.
"Cleansing? what are you talking about?" yelled the man.
"Hehehe...pitiful youth..." He rose his hand and the flames began surrounding the warrior. "You will know soon enough,"
The fire engulfed the warrior. His screams echoed throughout the entire cavern, only matched by the evil laughter of Thanatos. The god looked down at the pit and spoke, "Worry not titans of the past. I have located the means to let you loose upon the world to spread the glory of destruction and pain to every man and woman." The fires grew intense, as if it were happy to here the proclaimation of freedom.
OOC: This is open to anyone and is connected to the Different Mythologies Thread.