Every light casts a Shadow --- &RPaward

[Dominus]

Ely edit 27 Jul 2021:

This had already been awarded. Now recorded properly for RP ranks.


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Sharp metallic footsteps could be heard as a massive figure walked through the long corridor. Torches that only seemed to emphasize the shadows danced fitfully as the air was stirred by the passing of a huge trolloc. Clad all in black armor, the trolloc did not even notice as the tip of a massive sword strapped to its back scraped furrows along the narrow wall, or when its broad shoulders bent torch hooks out of its way for he had been summoned.

As the trolloc entered the large room, three figures could be seen surrounding a well filled with the blood of countless sacrifices. There was a crash of metal as the trolloc knelt before the three figures. "Come closer" one of the figures said in a voice like rasping snarl, lifting a hand and beckoning the trolloc forward. As it stood and stepped forward another of the figures rasped, "You have done well for one so newly spawned, but there is much yet to be done in preparation for the arrival of the Great Lord". Hands, pale white in color, pushed back the hood of a pitch black cloak that revealed a face that had no eyes. "You must strike fear into the hearts of men" the fade commanded, " Take the hordes and scourge their lands!". The trolloc snarled and saliva dripped from the fangs of its wolfish snout as the desire to rend human flesh passed through its body. "Go now" the third fade said in a voice like iron over a stone, "Bring us the heads of those who dare oppose the will of the Great Lord, and remember" a smile as cold as ice on the fades pale lips "Leave nothing alive."

As the trolloc turned to leave, a dark gleam burned in its crimson eyes as it imagined scenes of blood and fire. It passed eagerly through the dark stone corridors of the Ruined Keep and as it passed through the outer gates it raised its muzzle and howled. The air shattered as the sound of tens of thousands joined in. Like a wave of spreading oil, the massed trollocs turned towards the south, trampling everything in their path. As it pounded towards the south, the black clad trolloc snarled in anticipation as it knew, the End had come.

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