Post by Araxis on Feb 22, 2007 21:10:50 GMT -5
In the alleys by the tavern, Araxis lurked. Shadow incarnate, he blended perfectly with his surroundings--within the narrow thoroughfare was nought but darkness and cold, and many a pedestrian shivered as they passed by the alley mouth. They felt the unnatural chill, and understood unconsciously that something wicked that way lurked, in abject and artificial night. An aura of tainted cold slicked their skin, and they pulled their coats tighter and put hands to concealed guns--here, after all, was the infamous hive of villainy, Shinobu Tavern in the shanty-districts--and walked a littled faster.
A crooked smile snaked across the shadow's invisible lips as he observed the pathetic maggots' behavior. They feared him, as all men should. The mightiest heroes blanched at his merest glance and flinched when he drew near--a thousand worlds had felt the wrath of the God-King, subsumed beneath His awesome might as light before encroaching night--and on those worlds Araxis' tread was known, the shiver of his passing and the terror of his touch. None stood before the God-King.
And here, on this pathetic world, He was unknown, a barely hinted shadow at the edges of the galaxy. Araxis was commanded to change that fact. Araxis, Agent of the God-King--Lurker in Shadow, Walker of the Unseen Way--Araxis would prove the instrument of conquest. These pathetic mortals would tremble at his feet--and in doing so, quake in the God-King's presence. But, in order to effect this vast undertaking, Araxis would need to begin small--and be patient. Planets may burn in the hellstorm of worldraker bombs, but loyalty was won by careful cultivation. People would need to be killed, and replaced. And before that, naturally, Araxis needed disciples who understood the terror that the God-King represented, and who followed Araxis without thought, to implement the Truth and spread it.
Here it would begin. Perhaps. But first to find the proper souls. And so Araxis waited, watching; few of these mortals revealed any promise whatsoever--Araxis required a certain sort of acolyte.
A crooked smile snaked across the shadow's invisible lips as he observed the pathetic maggots' behavior. They feared him, as all men should. The mightiest heroes blanched at his merest glance and flinched when he drew near--a thousand worlds had felt the wrath of the God-King, subsumed beneath His awesome might as light before encroaching night--and on those worlds Araxis' tread was known, the shiver of his passing and the terror of his touch. None stood before the God-King.
And here, on this pathetic world, He was unknown, a barely hinted shadow at the edges of the galaxy. Araxis was commanded to change that fact. Araxis, Agent of the God-King--Lurker in Shadow, Walker of the Unseen Way--Araxis would prove the instrument of conquest. These pathetic mortals would tremble at his feet--and in doing so, quake in the God-King's presence. But, in order to effect this vast undertaking, Araxis would need to begin small--and be patient. Planets may burn in the hellstorm of worldraker bombs, but loyalty was won by careful cultivation. People would need to be killed, and replaced. And before that, naturally, Araxis needed disciples who understood the terror that the God-King represented, and who followed Araxis without thought, to implement the Truth and spread it.
Here it would begin. Perhaps. But first to find the proper souls. And so Araxis waited, watching; few of these mortals revealed any promise whatsoever--Araxis required a certain sort of acolyte.