Post by Shen Long on Jun 7, 2011 6:34:17 GMT -5
(Welcome to the Emporium, a place of death and magic. It eats the souls of heroes, and the damned alike, bound by the neutrality of both realms, the great demon is willing to make whatever you wish...baring you can pay the cost..)
Gnarled bark of the twin oaks hands cracked and groaned under the great strain, separating after years of slumber. The twin oak trees pealed back, standing tall once more to reveal a long forgotten path.
Hanging from one the large oaks was the skeletal remains of a man, his flesh barely clinging to the bones. His head lifted, watching you, and with a dry cough the skeleton spoke, “The Emporium lies that way, Adventurer…” And with an out stretched hand he pointed to the path.
A dusty, blood are stained trail laid out before you, New Comer , broken blades, bones, and still warm blood littered the ground. As you move forward, the dirt kicks up around you, stones and pebbles tumbling into the marsh that surrounds the narrow trail, a foul smell fills your lungs as you move, the water ever shifting almost as if something was there watching you stumble in the dark… The skeletal man spoke one last time as a nearby rock splashed into the water, “Stay within the light of the torches, Adventurer, or be lost to the marsh…”
Blue flames ignited from the nearby torches, illuminating the path to a small grass covered hovel, upon closer inspection it appears the house was carved into base of a long dead tree, covered in moss, and bark peeling from the sides, a plume of smoke rose from the stone chimney.
As the dust made way for your horse into a small clearing surrounding the tree, another voice broke out, but this time it was from the right, the upper-remains of a long dead demon, a silver chain wrapped about his hands, neck, and throat, binding him there for all time. “Welcome Wanderer to, Thee Emporium of Blackstone…tis the place…of your wildest dre….” His words broke into a dull slur as the chain caught his throat as he spoke, before he could start again more torches illuminated, this time from the left, four torches with skulls set atop them.
The burning flame ignited inside the skulls, bringing them to life, their jaws cracking and twisting trying to gnaw out the long silent ache of death, and almost as quickly as they came to life, they began to sing, (As a quartet of course). “OH, WELCOME TO THE EMPORIUM, THE EMPORIUM, THE PLACE OF YOUR WILDEST DREAMS! OH! W!” With a deafening bark, the darkness near the hovel spoke, and the skulls went silent, the silver chain that was connected to the demon shifted, a massive horned hound stepped from the shadows, The Lord’s war-mount , Yorn. A large shaggy beast, he almost being twenty five hands long, and twice as thick, the beast was unreal, something from a nightmare. Long ears, yellow teeth sharp like daggers sprouting jaggedly from its maw, four large gleaming red eyes, and it’s horns pealing back behind its head like that of a ram.
Smoke bellowed from the beast’s wide nose, as he began motioning towards the now illuminated torches of the cottage, the door swung in, ushering you forth, “Come in…we’re open..” the voice whispered, then the massive hound hunkered back down and began to chew on the the spinal cord of the last Hero that came to the marsh seeking glory.
The only questions now is the ones you have to ask yourself… Will you enter? What will you ask for? And is the price worth it?
Gnarled bark of the twin oaks hands cracked and groaned under the great strain, separating after years of slumber. The twin oak trees pealed back, standing tall once more to reveal a long forgotten path.
Hanging from one the large oaks was the skeletal remains of a man, his flesh barely clinging to the bones. His head lifted, watching you, and with a dry cough the skeleton spoke, “The Emporium lies that way, Adventurer…” And with an out stretched hand he pointed to the path.
A dusty, blood are stained trail laid out before you, New Comer , broken blades, bones, and still warm blood littered the ground. As you move forward, the dirt kicks up around you, stones and pebbles tumbling into the marsh that surrounds the narrow trail, a foul smell fills your lungs as you move, the water ever shifting almost as if something was there watching you stumble in the dark… The skeletal man spoke one last time as a nearby rock splashed into the water, “Stay within the light of the torches, Adventurer, or be lost to the marsh…”
Blue flames ignited from the nearby torches, illuminating the path to a small grass covered hovel, upon closer inspection it appears the house was carved into base of a long dead tree, covered in moss, and bark peeling from the sides, a plume of smoke rose from the stone chimney.
As the dust made way for your horse into a small clearing surrounding the tree, another voice broke out, but this time it was from the right, the upper-remains of a long dead demon, a silver chain wrapped about his hands, neck, and throat, binding him there for all time. “Welcome Wanderer to, Thee Emporium of Blackstone…tis the place…of your wildest dre….” His words broke into a dull slur as the chain caught his throat as he spoke, before he could start again more torches illuminated, this time from the left, four torches with skulls set atop them.
The burning flame ignited inside the skulls, bringing them to life, their jaws cracking and twisting trying to gnaw out the long silent ache of death, and almost as quickly as they came to life, they began to sing, (As a quartet of course). “OH, WELCOME TO THE EMPORIUM, THE EMPORIUM, THE PLACE OF YOUR WILDEST DREAMS! OH! W!” With a deafening bark, the darkness near the hovel spoke, and the skulls went silent, the silver chain that was connected to the demon shifted, a massive horned hound stepped from the shadows, The Lord’s war-mount , Yorn. A large shaggy beast, he almost being twenty five hands long, and twice as thick, the beast was unreal, something from a nightmare. Long ears, yellow teeth sharp like daggers sprouting jaggedly from its maw, four large gleaming red eyes, and it’s horns pealing back behind its head like that of a ram.
Smoke bellowed from the beast’s wide nose, as he began motioning towards the now illuminated torches of the cottage, the door swung in, ushering you forth, “Come in…we’re open..” the voice whispered, then the massive hound hunkered back down and began to chew on the the spinal cord of the last Hero that came to the marsh seeking glory.
The only questions now is the ones you have to ask yourself… Will you enter? What will you ask for? And is the price worth it?