Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-24685738-20141108031413

Hippolyta shivered in the cold light emanating from the golden statue-like things. The creature had not come out yet, but the Bandit Queen of the Swamps had high hopes.

One of the men-slaves stepped forward, moving towards the statue with his pick raised. Almost instantly, a dark tendril shot out from the light, grabbing the man around the waist and dragging him inside…

The dying screams of the slave were like music to Hippolyta’s ears.

As the man died, the harsh light slowly got darker and darker, becoming black with a red tinge. It moved out, slowly, and the Bandit Queen could tell that the creature was awake… And hungry.

She walked forward, and kicked a man-slave towards the light, where the man was soon engulfed by the darkness.

After a few more feedings, the light dissipated, leaving behind a young boy, who looked barely out of his teens. However, his face was rather timeless, so it was almost impossible to tell.

Hippolyta tried not to scoff. He didn’t look like a weapon of mass destruction.

His eyes were closed, and one of Hippolyta’s warriors moved forward, cautiously, her spear held out in front of her. Just as the tip of her weapon would have been about to poke the boy, his eyes shot open.

They were glowing with the same harsh white light that had first come from the statue.

The warrior screamed and dropped her weapons, clawing at her head, but the rest of the women could only hear a faint ringing sound. Soon, the woman’s body began to dissolve, ever so slowly, turning the bandit’s body to ash.

The other warriors screamed in horror and leveled their weapons, about to rush forward and attack this monster, but Hippolyta raised a hand to stop them.

The boy turned to look at the Hybrid Queen, who seemed to be a mix of Bosmer and Imperial. The boy was rather handsome, even Hippolyta had to admit, with his strong jaw line and that streak of white in his hair… Those gray robes…

“The god Asin told me of you.” The Bandit Queen said, and laughed. “I suppose he was right. You, the instrument of his designs, have finally come to your full potential.”

The boy frowned, and spoke with many voices, some soft and feminine, and others loud and harsh. “I am he who speaks the truth. I am he who finds the flame in the darkness, the shadow in the sun. Speak, seeker, and ask.”

Hippolyta grinned. “How will Landfall be brought about?”