...and
he doth breathe the fire of evil upon his lands, and his onyx glaze doth
scan o're the land of night, and within his doth shine a spirit as bright
as fire...
As you enter the land of the dark you see a world full of whirling shadows. Rain pellets itself down your back, a thick, black, mouldy blanket of a world covered with eternal night. The wind is hot and flaming.
The land itself is filled with bones, their polished inferior tingling with a startling whiteness against the thickness of the dark sky. Not a star shines above, and the moon is gone. The world itself is gone. And it makes you wonder if you really do exist...
A shadow approaches you from behind and you turn around in surprise. A stallion stands there, regal and wild. His eyes shine and seem to send sparks. They blaze into yours, and their overwhelming brightness makes you want to looks down at the blackness of the ground. The world around you seems to shiver and a cold chill goes down your back. The stallion speaks.
"So, you have come. I have been awaiting you. My name is Hieroglyphics, and I am King of this Empire. You have come to fight with us, to gnaw upon these Lights as if we were litches. You have come to follow me and to accomplish my mother's dream to demolish my father's weak dynasty once and for all!"
Welcome, messenger, into the Depths of the Dark.
As you enter the land of the dark you see a world full of whirling shadows. Rain pellets itself down your back, a thick, black, mouldy blanket of a world covered with eternal night. The wind is hot and flaming.
The land itself is filled with bones, their polished inferior tingling with a startling whiteness against the thickness of the dark sky. Not a star shines above, and the moon is gone. The world itself is gone. And it makes you wonder if you really do exist...
A shadow approaches you from behind and you turn around in surprise. A stallion stands there, regal and wild. His eyes shine and seem to send sparks. They blaze into yours, and their overwhelming brightness makes you want to looks down at the blackness of the ground. The world around you seems to shiver and a cold chill goes down your back. The stallion speaks.
"So, you have come. I have been awaiting you. My name is Hieroglyphics, and I am King of this Empire. You have come to fight with us, to gnaw upon these Lights as if we were litches. You have come to follow me and to accomplish my mother's dream to demolish my father's weak dynasty once and for all!"
Welcome, messenger, into the Depths of the Dark.