| The ground trembles below your feet, then stops, and suddenly, mortar flies from the walls and ceiling into your face and the hallway shakes enough to unhinge your knees. Out of the dust cloud and the outer wall step 3 dark figures. One, in a twisted, blackened suit of ancient plate mail with burning red eyes on a fiery horse. The other two are skeletal warriors, clad in rusted and torn chain mail and riding upon nightmarish horses. Black, with glowing red eyes, these horses hooves are covered in the dust that is floating through the air. It seems those hooves would be what destroyed the High Tower's outer wall's.
Turning as one, they stare in your direction, oozing an aura of creeping cold and the stench of death. The one clad in blackened mail speaks, it's sound like the grinding of bones.
"Sooo, they mages are letting draconian's into the tower now? My little companion will be most eager to meet that one. Bring them. I'm off to find the black devil who engineered my fall from grace this night!"
The two skeleton warrior's step dismount and step forward as one, croaking...
"You heard my master. Come with us, or we'll enjoy some fun of our this night."
They grin now, red mist curling about the remains of their skulls as their jaws part in a faulty attempt at a smile.
You hear alarms ringing throughout the tower and a voice, who you somehow know as the Master of the Tower
"Tram o' the Dark has brought an army to claim vengeance! Flee the tower or be destroyed as I cast down the tower before it is claimed by a renegade!"
__________________ "You can do whatever you want to me."
"Oh, so I can crate you and hide you in the warehouse at the end of Raiders?"
"So funny, kiss me funny boy!" / *Sprays mace* " I know, I know, bad for the ozone" |