Flames erupted from his outstretched hands to scorch the land around him. Grasses blackened, flowers crumbled into ash and a fleeing hare ignited. The dying creature let out an agonized cry before the intense heat roasted every last inch, the sound echoing oddly off the mountainside.
"BASTARDS!" Wrenched from his throat, Va'lis' voice shattered the night air more than his spells ever could. "HOW DARE THEY?!"
A sharp hand gesture and an energy bolt was sent wildly up the slope to collide with the summit. Boulders, ice and more rained down upon the valley floor as the spell created avalanches high above. In the distance, several of his progeny watched their sire with worried eyes. They felt his pain echoing throughout their minds and body, sensed the rage and knew within each and everyone... Nothing would stop him this time. They knew better than to step in at a time like this.
Spell after spell clashed with nature as he vented. Fire, lightning, energy and more devastated the surroundings leaving trees sheared off or blown apart. Rocks cracked and fragmented. Each casting brought about new, hate filled screams. He had a vow to each and everyone of them. A simple vow that nobody would touch them and get away with it.
The Rangers had forced him on this path. They had broken one of the simplest rules that most mortals who knew him abided by. Do not touch what is his.
He felt the panic tug at his mind briefly earlier in the night. At the time, he frowned not recognizing the signs immediatly. Yet as the tugs came harder he gazed out through his blood to find the source. Bits and pieces bombarded his senses. No names, just the organization. They took her. Snarling at the relived memory he unleashed several more energy bolts in quick succession.
"MINE! YOU GODS FORSAKEN COWARDS! COME. AFTER. ME!" He was growing more aggressive as time went on. One of his progeny took the chance, moving forward to place a hand upon his shoulder.
"Va'lis come..Cal-"
Spinning, the young man barely had a moment to react before he felt his sires hands upon his head. A twist of the wrists snapped the neck, a well placed foot in the chest sent the body into a nearby wall.
The rest merely watched, reacting with shock at the scene. They knew their brother would be well, time healing the injury... But still, it shook them. As Va'lis stormed into his workshop they moved to retrieve the body, worried looks between them...
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.....
If they wished to engage like this. He would as well.
He would burn their precious forest to the ground. He would rip them limb from limb. He would commit such horrors upon them that none would ever dare lift a hand against him or his line again. He had tried being polite, left them alone in the hopes they would leave him be as well.
Done. He was done.
Dragging a chest out from under a desk, the magical wards upon it dimmed and faded one by one. As the last failed, he felt the power within pulse...Filling him with its promises...And its whispers.
He would use blackrock once again.
He was no longer done. But his enemies soon would be.
"BASTARDS!" Wrenched from his throat, Va'lis' voice shattered the night air more than his spells ever could. "HOW DARE THEY?!"
A sharp hand gesture and an energy bolt was sent wildly up the slope to collide with the summit. Boulders, ice and more rained down upon the valley floor as the spell created avalanches high above. In the distance, several of his progeny watched their sire with worried eyes. They felt his pain echoing throughout their minds and body, sensed the rage and knew within each and everyone... Nothing would stop him this time. They knew better than to step in at a time like this.
Spell after spell clashed with nature as he vented. Fire, lightning, energy and more devastated the surroundings leaving trees sheared off or blown apart. Rocks cracked and fragmented. Each casting brought about new, hate filled screams. He had a vow to each and everyone of them. A simple vow that nobody would touch them and get away with it.
The Rangers had forced him on this path. They had broken one of the simplest rules that most mortals who knew him abided by. Do not touch what is his.
He felt the panic tug at his mind briefly earlier in the night. At the time, he frowned not recognizing the signs immediatly. Yet as the tugs came harder he gazed out through his blood to find the source. Bits and pieces bombarded his senses. No names, just the organization. They took her. Snarling at the relived memory he unleashed several more energy bolts in quick succession.
"MINE! YOU GODS FORSAKEN COWARDS! COME. AFTER. ME!" He was growing more aggressive as time went on. One of his progeny took the chance, moving forward to place a hand upon his shoulder.
"Va'lis come..Cal-"
Spinning, the young man barely had a moment to react before he felt his sires hands upon his head. A twist of the wrists snapped the neck, a well placed foot in the chest sent the body into a nearby wall.
The rest merely watched, reacting with shock at the scene. They knew their brother would be well, time healing the injury... But still, it shook them. As Va'lis stormed into his workshop they moved to retrieve the body, worried looks between them...
.....
.....
If they wished to engage like this. He would as well.
He would burn their precious forest to the ground. He would rip them limb from limb. He would commit such horrors upon them that none would ever dare lift a hand against him or his line again. He had tried being polite, left them alone in the hopes they would leave him be as well.
Done. He was done.
Dragging a chest out from under a desk, the magical wards upon it dimmed and faded one by one. As the last failed, he felt the power within pulse...Filling him with its promises...And its whispers.
He would use blackrock once again.
He was no longer done. But his enemies soon would be.