A frail moon was pinned low upon the surface of the night sky – its silvery hue saturating the landscape with an almost fluorescent glow. The wind blew, accenting the cool temperature of the night, and a hazy fog hung low all about the rolling landscape. The eerie presence of shadow and chaos filled the air, for no stars splattered the black canvas and left their soothing aura to cascade the land. No, instead it was replaced by the haunting melody of the imposing silence, whose black hand enveloped the entire world this night.
The silence before the storm.
In the midst of the subtle reflections of the darkness a silhouette took form upon a high crest, a small grassy knoll, overlooking the grasslands. The figure’s head was turned skyward, and crimson eyes burned in the darkness like two inky flames, which along with the silvery-white glow cast his body into a flame exposed by a celestial torch. Cloth, leather and steel marked his form, and a long mane of obsidian black hair fell all around him. His pale skin was tainted by scars and by the markings of chaos, but this creature, Annihilate, stood quietly in the daunting shadows of the night with only a simple weapon at his hip.
No maelstrom brewed on the night’s horizon, and no storm clouds flickered in the distance. The night stood still and him along with it. There was no sound and no life, and there seemed to be no existence what-so-ever. This night stood still as the hand of death overtook the boundaries of time. The night was an anomaly, a paradoxical spec, where all inside could exist infinitely in this manner. It was unnatural. This night was different – something was amiss. The shadows were synthetic and the light was not real. There was nothing – no meaning, but the Obsidian Tempest stood there as a beacon of defiance within the shadows. His stand was beacon of unwavering confidence. This night was meant to be special, he knew, and he felt the approach of other creatures of the shadow and chaos.
The darkness had fallen and the curtain had drawn open, and now the play would begin: act one, scene one – the show would go on.
Onid walked down a dirt road that cut through the plains. He walked foward through the fog and moonlight that cut through the sky. His equipment was light during this travel, not all done up with his usual inventory. No tonight he had his two katanas and his samuri sword, they were his favorite. He always seemed to walk with his hands on their hilt's, ready to pull the blades from their sheaths at a moments noticed. His legs carried him to the top of a small incline in the road and back down the other side. It was a good night tonight yet Onid couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't the only one around. Yet he carried on all the same, his gaze shifting around since he had nothing else to do. This after-life, life had become dull and boring other than the battles he was having to create so he would have something to do.
Why was I brought back...what is this existance?
His shadow sank away as the light from the moon engulfed its dark mass. This was what most would call a nice night, but again it was boring. Onid figured he could sit down for a while and pass the time by waiting for something to happen or for the sun to rise. He found a large rock not to far from the dirt road and positioned himself behind it. He could now see if anyone would be coming down the road alone, without having to be seen by them. Onid also felt like having a drink to keep his muscles tight. He pulled out a small pouch from his boot and from within the pouch he withdrew a vial. The vial was red and glowed a bright crimson in the moonlight. He pulled the quark out and downed the substance of life. The blood ran down the inside of his throat and into his stomach. His stomach acid what little remained would begin turing the blood into nutrients. His muscles had already begun to tense up, and he sprung to his feet crouching behind the rock. Maybe he would no longer stay hidden, he was curious if there was something or someone out there. Instead of acting as the assassin he could lead someone else into a false sense of secruity. Then counter attack, which were his favorite styles of combat. This night was uneventful for now, but if someone were to cross him it would be most fun. Onid moved from behind his cover and continued down the dirt road waiting...
Two leathery wings beat against the cool night air. Sin flew across the countryside upon his mighty wyrvern Peccadillo. The two rode towards Estolad. Their goal was to spread darkness into the minds of its citizens, to corrupt their thinking to the way of his master Raku.
There was barely enough light given off from the stars for Sin to see where he was going, but there was enough. Being a creature of darkness, he was gifted with a magical ability which was commonly called Infravision by the magicians of the world. It allowed him to see in very little light which was great because just sitting in light for too long made him queasy.
Sin commanded his beast to land upon a road. He felt that they must be getting close to the town now, and he did not want to ride in on a beast that could potentially scare away the dark potentials. He would command his beast to wait for him just outside of the town limits.