Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170423143529

The group continues to watch as Azarias, his sword knocked aside, grabs a long-bladed spear (essentially a sword with a six-foot grip) from the ground and runs it through the man's chest, easily shearing through his armor. But with his last breath, his opponent manages to stab the Stigma through the side.

Instantly, the scene changes: now, they behold a shifting wasteland of sand, ash, and bare rock, filled with sulfurous yellow gases drifting in the hot breeze. As before, the bodies of countless fallen soldiers litter the ground: their weapons tossed aside, broken, or planted in the dirt. Again, they see a young and armored Azarias, one arm dangling useless by his side.

Before them stands a massive army of the creatures they saw before: like humans, but darker, and exuding a sense of malice and violence. Behind them, a massive dark shape rears up, and it laughs, booming like thunder.