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Battle between Rainfire and I. A part of the Prophecy for Humanity campaign. I will post the templates in this thread
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It was quiet in New York City. Of course for the bustling city, this wasn't really saying much. The cars chugged along the clogged roads, the perpetual drone of engines adding to the white noise of the atmosphere. Most streets were dark, but nearly every building was alight with spots of light; lit windows of the city that never slept. It was a curiously haphazard sight; the sky was a deep blue, without a single pinprick of light. It was like the horizon had switched, and all the stars had fallen to the earth, alighting atop the structures of man. Heavens on earth.
Atop the Empire State building, a single figure stood. A dark shadow, barely visible amongst the brightly lit life around him, the figure stared down at wide expanse. Humanity had come so far...
"It's a shame," whispered Artemidorus, his voice quiet, yet elegant, holding an obvious tone of one who has mastered language, "I would rather not... but the Lord hath left me no other path to take... Forgive me..."
Artemidorus slowly stepped up, a feat rather difficult for someone of his four foot stature, and stood on one of the cement edges of the Empire State building. The ground hung a dizzying free fall beneath him, yet he perched strongly atop the the cement, like some sort of violet gargoyle. The wind gently played against his purple robes, the light from the city catching the golden trim, causing it to shimmer very slightly. Artemidorus raised both of his hands, the darkness of his purple hood covering everything besides his golden, tiger-like eyes...
It was quiet in New York City...
All of a sudden, the gentle drone that was the background of the city split with a sputtering roar. A fireball seemed to erupt deep in the night sky. The dark canvas of the night was split by a bolt of fire, and with a roaring rush, the fireball fell to earth. However, as it fell, gaining speed and momentum as it spiraled its way down, one could see that it was no fiery missile at all. It was an airplane.
Artemidorus's golden eyes closed with a regretful sigh as this hissing plane crashed into Time Square with crashing explosion. The sound shattered the relative peace in the night, and the drone of engines were soon split by a crescendo of sirens and screams. The high pitches rose up to Artemidorus, and he shuddered slightly. Yet he kept his hands raised. Small jets of black seemed to twirl around his fingers, practically invisible in the night; inky entrails that wound their way like snakes into symbols before vanishing into the smoggy air. As he bowed his head, more fireballs exploded in the sky, as plane after plane began to burst into flame, each one droning downward as they crashed headlong into city.
The Big Apple was beginning to burn.
"Let's hope this gets his attention," murmured Artemidorus, embers blowing past his purple robes, the burning flames and smoke reflecting in his golden eyes, as the devastation began to unfold around him...
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It was quiet in New York City. Of course for the bustling city, this wasn't really saying much. The cars chugged along the clogged roads, the perpetual drone of engines adding to the white noise of the atmosphere. Most streets were dark, but nearly every building was alight with spots of light; lit windows of the city that never slept. It was a curiously haphazard sight; the sky was a deep blue, without a single pinprick of light. It was like the horizon had switched, and all the stars had fallen to the earth, alighting atop the structures of man. Heavens on earth.
Atop the Empire State building, a single figure stood. A dark shadow, barely visible amongst the brightly lit life around him, the figure stared down at wide expanse. Humanity had come so far...
"It's a shame," whispered Artemidorus, his voice quiet, yet elegant, holding an obvious tone of one who has mastered language, "I would rather not... but the Lord hath left me no other path to take... Forgive me..."
Artemidorus slowly stepped up, a feat rather difficult for someone of his four foot stature, and stood on one of the cement edges of the Empire State building. The ground hung a dizzying free fall beneath him, yet he perched strongly atop the the cement, like some sort of violet gargoyle. The wind gently played against his purple robes, the light from the city catching the golden trim, causing it to shimmer very slightly. Artemidorus raised both of his hands, the darkness of his purple hood covering everything besides his golden, tiger-like eyes...
It was quiet in New York City...
All of a sudden, the gentle drone that was the background of the city split with a sputtering roar. A fireball seemed to erupt deep in the night sky. The dark canvas of the night was split by a bolt of fire, and with a roaring rush, the fireball fell to earth. However, as it fell, gaining speed and momentum as it spiraled its way down, one could see that it was no fiery missile at all. It was an airplane.
Artemidorus's golden eyes closed with a regretful sigh as this hissing plane crashed into Time Square with crashing explosion. The sound shattered the relative peace in the night, and the drone of engines were soon split by a crescendo of sirens and screams. The high pitches rose up to Artemidorus, and he shuddered slightly. Yet he kept his hands raised. Small jets of black seemed to twirl around his fingers, practically invisible in the night; inky entrails that wound their way like snakes into symbols before vanishing into the smoggy air. As he bowed his head, more fireballs exploded in the sky, as plane after plane began to burst into flame, each one droning downward as they crashed headlong into city.
The Big Apple was beginning to burn.
"Let's hope this gets his attention," murmured Artemidorus, embers blowing past his purple robes, the burning flames and smoke reflecting in his golden eyes, as the devastation began to unfold around him...