Steven Rose
Planetoid
- Joined
- Aug 14, 2010
(Sounds of thunder)
Lightning strikes the large castle that sat upon its floating nest, echoing down the empty halls. Carried by the wings of the dead as they whisper along the walls. Sits a wizard upon his perched seat in front of the fire, staring at the board before his, his beloved maze. He carried it with him always, always watching the scenes unfold as human after human was put through the maze, all failed. None had ever lived the torment of pain and fear, for his maze was one of a kind, what ever you feared would inhabit his maze and each thing would find a way to break your spirit, performing vile wrecked things that would make even the devil himself weep.
But the last victim was starting to fail and in a few moments she was dead. A small dot of shade grew from the board and stepped out toward the wizard. "A fine show from this one, my lord." said the Shade, bowing before his master. With a simple gesture the wizard brushed him off and one word carried his next order, "more". "As you wish my lord," turning to glide out of the room, to find a more fitting girl and bring her back for his master's entertainment, he would have to pick more carefully this time, find someone strong enough to endure and gullible enought to follow him, should not be too hard, after all the had over four hundred years of practise. He would wait for night to fall.....
Lightning strikes the large castle that sat upon its floating nest, echoing down the empty halls. Carried by the wings of the dead as they whisper along the walls. Sits a wizard upon his perched seat in front of the fire, staring at the board before his, his beloved maze. He carried it with him always, always watching the scenes unfold as human after human was put through the maze, all failed. None had ever lived the torment of pain and fear, for his maze was one of a kind, what ever you feared would inhabit his maze and each thing would find a way to break your spirit, performing vile wrecked things that would make even the devil himself weep.
But the last victim was starting to fail and in a few moments she was dead. A small dot of shade grew from the board and stepped out toward the wizard. "A fine show from this one, my lord." said the Shade, bowing before his master. With a simple gesture the wizard brushed him off and one word carried his next order, "more". "As you wish my lord," turning to glide out of the room, to find a more fitting girl and bring her back for his master's entertainment, he would have to pick more carefully this time, find someone strong enough to endure and gullible enought to follow him, should not be too hard, after all the had over four hundred years of practise. He would wait for night to fall.....