Post by sirigoth on Jan 17, 2009 3:47:47 GMT -8
Sirigoth sat upon his grisly throne watching the events of the North in a pool of magical water his warlocks had brought him.
To his left stood his lead warlock, who's name even Sirigoth struggled to remember so old was he.
"Didn't you fight that one?" asked the Lord of the Void.
The frail hooded figure simply nodded and watched the pool intensly.
Sirigoth watched the oddity for a moment but simply shrugged and went back to the show.
Sirgoth laugh heartily everytime an Angel was felled.
"Frail weaklings," he laughed as a Dragon acting as a human impaled six on a massive sword.
As time wore on Sirigoth slowly moved from a lazy pose of one leg thrown over an arm of his chair with his face propped up by an arm, to sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Interesting," he muttered in a deep comanding voice as the magician who had invaded his realm exploded pure raw energy.
"I did not know anyone could do that any more," he said to no one in particular.
The Demon Lord laughed as he watched the Druid's magic slaughter thousands of humans.
He watched with interest as the swordsman know as Hiro wept for his fallen friend.
"Oh yes, this is perfect. The scales are tipping in our favor, we may be able to make good use of this," he said with a sickening joy.
As the Demon Lord watched in a state of pure pleasure the cloaked frail warlock notted with a sense of relief at the passing of the Druid who had proved to be his equal in combat.
Silently it watched on as the battle progressed.
To his left stood his lead warlock, who's name even Sirigoth struggled to remember so old was he.
"Didn't you fight that one?" asked the Lord of the Void.
The frail hooded figure simply nodded and watched the pool intensly.
Sirigoth watched the oddity for a moment but simply shrugged and went back to the show.
Sirgoth laugh heartily everytime an Angel was felled.
"Frail weaklings," he laughed as a Dragon acting as a human impaled six on a massive sword.
As time wore on Sirigoth slowly moved from a lazy pose of one leg thrown over an arm of his chair with his face propped up by an arm, to sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Interesting," he muttered in a deep comanding voice as the magician who had invaded his realm exploded pure raw energy.
"I did not know anyone could do that any more," he said to no one in particular.
The Demon Lord laughed as he watched the Druid's magic slaughter thousands of humans.
He watched with interest as the swordsman know as Hiro wept for his fallen friend.
"Oh yes, this is perfect. The scales are tipping in our favor, we may be able to make good use of this," he said with a sickening joy.
As the Demon Lord watched in a state of pure pleasure the cloaked frail warlock notted with a sense of relief at the passing of the Druid who had proved to be his equal in combat.
Silently it watched on as the battle progressed.