.:Prt I:.- The Birth of Ruze Mabada
~ Aegrescit medendo, Alea iacta est~
Venomous earth
continued to proliferate with the insalubrious disease produced by her
secretions. The intoxication broadening to engulf all that was living in its
path, to plant more constructive seeds in the bodies of those choking corporeal
congregation of man and beast. However, in the diverse effects of this
particular venom, it would cause bodies to fuse together, one and one beast-
even though there was little to tell the difference twixt the two. An extremely
painful process, which involved the elongation of limbs as they were brutally
twisted and deformed, snapping like brittle twigs beneath the demoralizing heel
of otherworldly hilarity. Bones crushing as inflicted aggravated wounds that
spawned into bloody orifices ready to engulf the other hungrily. Her corruptive
taint now beginning the process of transforming them into colossal beasts of
war; hideous beasts with only one purpose and that was extinction of all races
before them. Coagulation and amalgamation, human form taking on the animalistic
appearance of the animal most closest to them: boar, bull, eagle, elephant,
rhino even the desert scorpion, spider and cobra. All creatures great and
small.
Poisons rapidly coursing through their bodies and every drop of vitae from the suspended bodies of the slaves only feed it more, granting it an insatiable appetite for more blood and more death. The animals imbibed in the massive gaping wounds, only giving its victim those traits which made them special to the animal kingdom. With the elephant, strength, power and fortitude not to mention the tusks of ivory jutting out from either side of the maws, a protective hide and the sheer stomping force that made them famous in many legions in the history of war. The wild boar also renowned for its upper and lower tusks plus extremely sharp teeth designed to rip and dismember limbs in one single bite. A bite which worked in multiple ways when fatal inflicting damage upon its prey or target, even their speed outwitted the swiftest hunter and add their wrath and volatile temperament that subjected it to frenzy- there was another formidable warrior in the making.
Poisons rapidly coursing through their bodies and every drop of vitae from the suspended bodies of the slaves only feed it more, granting it an insatiable appetite for more blood and more death. The animals imbibed in the massive gaping wounds, only giving its victim those traits which made them special to the animal kingdom. With the elephant, strength, power and fortitude not to mention the tusks of ivory jutting out from either side of the maws, a protective hide and the sheer stomping force that made them famous in many legions in the history of war. The wild boar also renowned for its upper and lower tusks plus extremely sharp teeth designed to rip and dismember limbs in one single bite. A bite which worked in multiple ways when fatal inflicting damage upon its prey or target, even their speed outwitted the swiftest hunter and add their wrath and volatile temperament that subjected it to frenzy- there was another formidable warrior in the making.
Then there was the bull, to charge at anything in its sight, fortitude, muscle
and iron-will; a juggernaut by any standards. Eagle, penetrating focus with sharp
features designed for scoping from long distances, needle razor- precarious
talons pricked and preened to brutally snatch only to soar above the heavens and
drop their prey to their deaths; these too would have wings and eagled claws.
With the rhino, the main traits sought and extracted was the armoured black hide
that protected them from any weapon and spear, this would only be magnified,
not just any weapon but also any magickal fused or possessed weapon. Its skin
would meld into that of black obsidian, impenetrable. Fortitude alone
was enough to match the greatest and most feared of gods and demons, this
creature would laugh in the wake of their rampaged annihilation.
Scorpion, toxins and the venomous sting- an additional weapon was always a bonus when concerned war, it gave them an extra strike while also being able to managed hand to hand combat type weapons; the ability to camouflage into its surroundings without being detected by any eyes, even highly skilled and quick sensed would fail to see this lingering beast waiting to strike. A spider, predominately known, ‘Giant Solpugid’, ‘The Camel Spider’, ‘Sun Spider’ or ‘Wind Scorpion’. Approximately six inches in diameter, the bite replies mostly on pain. The Spider takes its prey twixt their massive jaws (half the length of its body). Jaws simultaneously rubbing together crushing and sawing their victims in half. Body covered in long golden and black hairs in a striped camouflage with the desert sands, these hairs providing additional irritation to flesh and exposed organs.
The Solpugid, fast and deadly, the poison a neurotoxin which breaks down flesh for easy digestion; an enzyme bite but is not considered a spider in science nor a scorpion for they are a genre of their own combined species. The genre is ‘Solifuges’-- the sixth most diverse order of arachnids. Extremely fast for their size with speeds up to 10-15mph over a short distance and they have what they call ‘Racque’ organs on the forth pair legs leaf-like in shape and that is their sense of incredible smell, using both vibration and sight. They can withstand vast amounts of heat, and breathe through their skin, pound by pound the bite of these spiders is stronger than any other animal in the mortal world, and there is nothing that can compare. The ‘Wind Scorpion’ is known to take on creatures eight times their size.
There were the main traits of those inflicted with these special servants, these were forced on the gladiators awaiting buyers from the major cities, one taking the most compelling infliction in alteration. This was the pleasure of decadence in totally infecting an entire auction, filled with slaves, animals, gladiators, soldiers and anything sold and bought by traders... it was a banquet of the worldly favours of every culture and tradition. One cage of particular notice to the embrace of laudable warriors, seeking only the strongest while the weaker perished to the rapid flow of toxins and body alterations that would tear them apart, limb by limb until nothing remained but a pile of steamy entrails and sludge. These caged birds would soon learn what it was to scream into the darkness only to have their bodies heave, spasm and modify to the bend of Atra’s unbreakable will.
Gladiators from the world of ice, already legendary by fierce reputation, they were not here to be sold just passing through as more were being sought for the games in Eden. A notorious barter, ruthless in his buying practices and deals, seeking only the best and the most brutal; the master of these stalwart men shrewd and too would make an asset involving money for he knew how to rip off the best, cut their throats and still have them think they got the better end of the stick when in fact not only were they dead but also broke to poverty. In would be her first step in taking back what was rightfully hers in the first place having taken it by forge and siege all those blessed centuries ago along with Eden and Tenaria. However, these would be the main commanding force behind the newest editions to her already established legions back in the shadows of her beloved ‘Nach'Prytania. But now she had her sights focused upon something else of title and claim. €™.
A new establishment would rise from the black ashes of this world, take back the statuesque Eden and transform it into the idyllic nightmarish realm that she originally intended it to be. The time had come to stand on the podium and announce her return to this {putrid} {squalid} {decaying} world. Libidinous, to wreak newborn atrocities as they howled new-fangled horrors to persecute unto agonizing sufferance’s paralysed. To possess the bodies of these able fighters, born to die and who lived for death, an edge no other fighter can be compared against, a barbaric nature breed into them, the Nords and Spartan’s alike. The one who stood out amongst the rest, a surly muscular male- bronzed Adonis. In height alone he rose above the rest, though having to remain seated, secluded to himself in the shadowed corner of his cage... alone.
Effectual contamination coursing voraciously towards him, attracted to the potency of his soul and nature, not to mention the skill of his mastery. The black veins spiralling around his ankle, tiny barbed prongs rising from the dry sands to snare and entangle just as the barb dug into his flesh sadistically, injecting the venoms into his system before he had a chance to rise and alert those already under attack. At the second of his infection, and the way it had managed to evade his quick attention was that he was focusing on a wandering spider. Interested in the tiger stripe pattern covering its small, hard shell-like body, fist clenched tightly, wrist turning to an angular position before crashing down upon its back with a harsh ‘thud’. This would be the taint to his blood and the metamorphism of his change, from man to a monster. Skin splitting, a blackness gyrating beneath the surface as those thorny tentacles tore open vulnerable wounds- eyes caught by surprise as the Solpugid seemed to be eaten by the gaping wound.
Automatically the transference began, promptly taking effect, suffocating the essence of man and interfusion with that of the creature’s efficacy. Facially the first transformation would occur, jawline fracturing as loud audible burst exploded, causing the bone to completely dislocate and split. Splitting from the hinge of jaw to cheekbone, broadening and widening from skull to torso, a mouth lucratively hideous and well out of proportion to the rest of his body now contorting and twisting in inconceivable agonies. Teeth bursting out from the gums in a gory libertine of fluid and peeling flesh. Blood splattering outwards to cover the metal rails of his prison, spraying over the earth as it turned black with sickness. Jagged fangs pushing the teeth straight up and down from the orifice that was now a gaping hole... where rows of scalpel sharpness appeared from beneath where once his rested.
Features becoming arachnid while the tiny pronged hairs of black and gold began to sprout over the surface of living organism; taking over the normal appearance of mortal man and changing into something unspeakably wicked. Jaws snapping, bending around the bars of his cage and using incredible force in scissor like fashion, cutting through them easily-- like a knife through a beating heart. Emerging to his full height of eight foot, shoulder length alone matching the goliath stature of his bare-chested appearance. Brown eyes now pure black, full of malice and hunger. A cobra wrapping around his leg, poised to strike as another wound opened, swallowing it then conjoining together, sealing it to yet another painful infliction of serpentine tongue and venom just as toxic as the last for now he knew, to become a more powerful beast all he had to do was apply additions to the transformation making him more dominant than the rest who still squirmed and screamed in pain.
It had always been in his nature to hunger for power, this was his chance to no longer be a gladiator for a masters’ profit, but now for enjoyment to himself for the mere pleasure of killing- it had been his destiny to be a mighty warrior as told by the ‘Oracle of Enlillara’. Falling to the ground, jaws dragging in a gullet of diseased soil while snapping at the hateful winds with gnashing spite, a grunt of burning pain seething through his body as legs melted together; bones snapping only to weld together to form a single backbone. Legs becoming that of a serpent only briefly for now it was an inherent ability of will. The brawny male rising from the chest to abdomen, tails coiled permitting his to rise into a poised rigid position. Though as soon as he rose the tail seemed to split again and form back into distinguishable legs covered in black obsidian scales while his head flattened from the back of cranium to forehead, as his eyes took on a serpentine iris, smouldering gold.
Ruze Mabada, his name was and would remain the same, why rename one that was already great by name after all there was much power to behold within a name, Darkbane. His would be remembered and kindled to an upsurge of pandemonium. A conquering darkness to lead forth these underdogs of evil sovereignty... {heartless} {cruel} { impious }. Magenta wines pouring from his mouth, the mortal trapped in the interior now free to purgatory entrapments, the void of the Goddesses clutches. Even though the potency of Atra’s pre-eminence was more than prevailing in the mortal world, it would be reserved from detection, inhibited and quiet in attendance to this world. It wasn’t like she exactly required the energies and instead decided to collapse her realm and send it back to the darkness where it had been birthed. Of course Atra’Lamia would still have her worshippers, tending to the ‘Sanguine Temples’ erected in her name. That was by their choices and not divine inspiration from her directive willpower.
Gods were not needed in this world, better men and better warriors was all that was required to mend a dying society, or more likely to wipe them from existence; Atra had seen enough weakness and flaws in the races inhibiting this world, like a locus plague. It had been a civilization built from vomit and filth, where deceivers would be dragged before their crosses, only to be nailed in inverted sprawl. Fires would dance in her lascivious flambeaus, like velvet darkness shifting spellbindingly upon the surface of black mirrors. Odalisques forged in the hearts of her war beasts, the inability to betray and become traitors, something she should have implanted in the treacherous hearts of those who professed to love her, or be loyal to her. Atra would spit at their feet, for now their love and loyalty meant nothing to her; just vacant words with empty definitions. Metaphors of madness-- the insanity rousing that none would ever have her, not in the way they wanted to despite how well they treasured her memory. Conversions near complete... man becoming beast, beast becoming man and of course those juggernaut beasts designed for cordon and conquest. Of course never much to separate the two from the other in the perfect symbology of nature in its most ‘twisted form’
Larger bulked beasts, growing in size to beyond that to be considered normal, mammoth to proportions of elephantine beasts with monolithic tusks and black armoured hides, everything tainted by the blight eerily took on the same coloration to the flesh, though with a high definition patina; typical of war beasts. All creatures attentive, programmed to only obey her command and that of the general, Ruze Mabada. He would ensure the smooth transitions of the genetic alterations, using the disease in his blood to install other attributes and abilities into the mouths of hungry militia while Atra’Lamia had other surprises planned behind the filmy screen of pitched canvas and sweat. A thistled ruin garbed around extracted hearts, she did not need her mental consciousness focused on him, and he was now well under the scathe of her stygian black eyes that scourged the stars while she gathered her numbers...
It was an army to be proud of, not many would be able to withstand trembling in fear at their unsettling appearances and presences, this was soon to be proven for after her conquering of the Dark Priest, she would begin accomplishing what she had always set out to do... destroy life and existence itself along with anyone foolish enough to stand in her way. To purge her omnipotence from the curse of past ties and bonds, they too had been severed, strand by strand and thread by thread ending with Pandora, The Eternal Goddess... had finally met the fangs and gauntlets of oblivion, Atra. In the silence that was Ayenee, howls and shrieks erupting to taint the silence, heads and backs arching to the phosphorate moon while it brooded like a cruel crown over the cragged mountain peaks. Talons and blades rose to the night sky in defiance of the celestial firmament; damnation was approaching, flying on the wings of tyranny. Female slaves, primed with dark spells and incantations; the Gorgons of her progeny with serpents for hair and the body of the cobra; even they would serve a dark purpose- to lure with their lyre sirenous songs. If Atra wanted Ayenee, she needed not take it to war—she only had to accept one small little proposal... she would much rather take it with her knee driven to back and forced death-kneel... either way, to her—it was all the same.
Scorpion, toxins and the venomous sting- an additional weapon was always a bonus when concerned war, it gave them an extra strike while also being able to managed hand to hand combat type weapons; the ability to camouflage into its surroundings without being detected by any eyes, even highly skilled and quick sensed would fail to see this lingering beast waiting to strike. A spider, predominately known, ‘Giant Solpugid’, ‘The Camel Spider’, ‘Sun Spider’ or ‘Wind Scorpion’. Approximately six inches in diameter, the bite replies mostly on pain. The Spider takes its prey twixt their massive jaws (half the length of its body). Jaws simultaneously rubbing together crushing and sawing their victims in half. Body covered in long golden and black hairs in a striped camouflage with the desert sands, these hairs providing additional irritation to flesh and exposed organs.
The Solpugid, fast and deadly, the poison a neurotoxin which breaks down flesh for easy digestion; an enzyme bite but is not considered a spider in science nor a scorpion for they are a genre of their own combined species. The genre is ‘Solifuges’-- the sixth most diverse order of arachnids. Extremely fast for their size with speeds up to 10-15mph over a short distance and they have what they call ‘Racque’ organs on the forth pair legs leaf-like in shape and that is their sense of incredible smell, using both vibration and sight. They can withstand vast amounts of heat, and breathe through their skin, pound by pound the bite of these spiders is stronger than any other animal in the mortal world, and there is nothing that can compare. The ‘Wind Scorpion’ is known to take on creatures eight times their size.
There were the main traits of those inflicted with these special servants, these were forced on the gladiators awaiting buyers from the major cities, one taking the most compelling infliction in alteration. This was the pleasure of decadence in totally infecting an entire auction, filled with slaves, animals, gladiators, soldiers and anything sold and bought by traders... it was a banquet of the worldly favours of every culture and tradition. One cage of particular notice to the embrace of laudable warriors, seeking only the strongest while the weaker perished to the rapid flow of toxins and body alterations that would tear them apart, limb by limb until nothing remained but a pile of steamy entrails and sludge. These caged birds would soon learn what it was to scream into the darkness only to have their bodies heave, spasm and modify to the bend of Atra’s unbreakable will.
Gladiators from the world of ice, already legendary by fierce reputation, they were not here to be sold just passing through as more were being sought for the games in Eden. A notorious barter, ruthless in his buying practices and deals, seeking only the best and the most brutal; the master of these stalwart men shrewd and too would make an asset involving money for he knew how to rip off the best, cut their throats and still have them think they got the better end of the stick when in fact not only were they dead but also broke to poverty. In would be her first step in taking back what was rightfully hers in the first place having taken it by forge and siege all those blessed centuries ago along with Eden and Tenaria. However, these would be the main commanding force behind the newest editions to her already established legions back in the shadows of her beloved ‘Nach'Prytania. But now she had her sights focused upon something else of title and claim. €™.
A new establishment would rise from the black ashes of this world, take back the statuesque Eden and transform it into the idyllic nightmarish realm that she originally intended it to be. The time had come to stand on the podium and announce her return to this {putrid} {squalid} {decaying} world. Libidinous, to wreak newborn atrocities as they howled new-fangled horrors to persecute unto agonizing sufferance’s paralysed. To possess the bodies of these able fighters, born to die and who lived for death, an edge no other fighter can be compared against, a barbaric nature breed into them, the Nords and Spartan’s alike. The one who stood out amongst the rest, a surly muscular male- bronzed Adonis. In height alone he rose above the rest, though having to remain seated, secluded to himself in the shadowed corner of his cage... alone.
Effectual contamination coursing voraciously towards him, attracted to the potency of his soul and nature, not to mention the skill of his mastery. The black veins spiralling around his ankle, tiny barbed prongs rising from the dry sands to snare and entangle just as the barb dug into his flesh sadistically, injecting the venoms into his system before he had a chance to rise and alert those already under attack. At the second of his infection, and the way it had managed to evade his quick attention was that he was focusing on a wandering spider. Interested in the tiger stripe pattern covering its small, hard shell-like body, fist clenched tightly, wrist turning to an angular position before crashing down upon its back with a harsh ‘thud’. This would be the taint to his blood and the metamorphism of his change, from man to a monster. Skin splitting, a blackness gyrating beneath the surface as those thorny tentacles tore open vulnerable wounds- eyes caught by surprise as the Solpugid seemed to be eaten by the gaping wound.
Automatically the transference began, promptly taking effect, suffocating the essence of man and interfusion with that of the creature’s efficacy. Facially the first transformation would occur, jawline fracturing as loud audible burst exploded, causing the bone to completely dislocate and split. Splitting from the hinge of jaw to cheekbone, broadening and widening from skull to torso, a mouth lucratively hideous and well out of proportion to the rest of his body now contorting and twisting in inconceivable agonies. Teeth bursting out from the gums in a gory libertine of fluid and peeling flesh. Blood splattering outwards to cover the metal rails of his prison, spraying over the earth as it turned black with sickness. Jagged fangs pushing the teeth straight up and down from the orifice that was now a gaping hole... where rows of scalpel sharpness appeared from beneath where once his rested.
Features becoming arachnid while the tiny pronged hairs of black and gold began to sprout over the surface of living organism; taking over the normal appearance of mortal man and changing into something unspeakably wicked. Jaws snapping, bending around the bars of his cage and using incredible force in scissor like fashion, cutting through them easily-- like a knife through a beating heart. Emerging to his full height of eight foot, shoulder length alone matching the goliath stature of his bare-chested appearance. Brown eyes now pure black, full of malice and hunger. A cobra wrapping around his leg, poised to strike as another wound opened, swallowing it then conjoining together, sealing it to yet another painful infliction of serpentine tongue and venom just as toxic as the last for now he knew, to become a more powerful beast all he had to do was apply additions to the transformation making him more dominant than the rest who still squirmed and screamed in pain.
It had always been in his nature to hunger for power, this was his chance to no longer be a gladiator for a masters’ profit, but now for enjoyment to himself for the mere pleasure of killing- it had been his destiny to be a mighty warrior as told by the ‘Oracle of Enlillara’. Falling to the ground, jaws dragging in a gullet of diseased soil while snapping at the hateful winds with gnashing spite, a grunt of burning pain seething through his body as legs melted together; bones snapping only to weld together to form a single backbone. Legs becoming that of a serpent only briefly for now it was an inherent ability of will. The brawny male rising from the chest to abdomen, tails coiled permitting his to rise into a poised rigid position. Though as soon as he rose the tail seemed to split again and form back into distinguishable legs covered in black obsidian scales while his head flattened from the back of cranium to forehead, as his eyes took on a serpentine iris, smouldering gold.
Ruze Mabada, his name was and would remain the same, why rename one that was already great by name after all there was much power to behold within a name, Darkbane. His would be remembered and kindled to an upsurge of pandemonium. A conquering darkness to lead forth these underdogs of evil sovereignty... {heartless} {cruel} { impious }. Magenta wines pouring from his mouth, the mortal trapped in the interior now free to purgatory entrapments, the void of the Goddesses clutches. Even though the potency of Atra’s pre-eminence was more than prevailing in the mortal world, it would be reserved from detection, inhibited and quiet in attendance to this world. It wasn’t like she exactly required the energies and instead decided to collapse her realm and send it back to the darkness where it had been birthed. Of course Atra’Lamia would still have her worshippers, tending to the ‘Sanguine Temples’ erected in her name. That was by their choices and not divine inspiration from her directive willpower.
Gods were not needed in this world, better men and better warriors was all that was required to mend a dying society, or more likely to wipe them from existence; Atra had seen enough weakness and flaws in the races inhibiting this world, like a locus plague. It had been a civilization built from vomit and filth, where deceivers would be dragged before their crosses, only to be nailed in inverted sprawl. Fires would dance in her lascivious flambeaus, like velvet darkness shifting spellbindingly upon the surface of black mirrors. Odalisques forged in the hearts of her war beasts, the inability to betray and become traitors, something she should have implanted in the treacherous hearts of those who professed to love her, or be loyal to her. Atra would spit at their feet, for now their love and loyalty meant nothing to her; just vacant words with empty definitions. Metaphors of madness-- the insanity rousing that none would ever have her, not in the way they wanted to despite how well they treasured her memory. Conversions near complete... man becoming beast, beast becoming man and of course those juggernaut beasts designed for cordon and conquest. Of course never much to separate the two from the other in the perfect symbology of nature in its most ‘twisted form’
Larger bulked beasts, growing in size to beyond that to be considered normal, mammoth to proportions of elephantine beasts with monolithic tusks and black armoured hides, everything tainted by the blight eerily took on the same coloration to the flesh, though with a high definition patina; typical of war beasts. All creatures attentive, programmed to only obey her command and that of the general, Ruze Mabada. He would ensure the smooth transitions of the genetic alterations, using the disease in his blood to install other attributes and abilities into the mouths of hungry militia while Atra’Lamia had other surprises planned behind the filmy screen of pitched canvas and sweat. A thistled ruin garbed around extracted hearts, she did not need her mental consciousness focused on him, and he was now well under the scathe of her stygian black eyes that scourged the stars while she gathered her numbers...
It was an army to be proud of, not many would be able to withstand trembling in fear at their unsettling appearances and presences, this was soon to be proven for after her conquering of the Dark Priest, she would begin accomplishing what she had always set out to do... destroy life and existence itself along with anyone foolish enough to stand in her way. To purge her omnipotence from the curse of past ties and bonds, they too had been severed, strand by strand and thread by thread ending with Pandora, The Eternal Goddess... had finally met the fangs and gauntlets of oblivion, Atra. In the silence that was Ayenee, howls and shrieks erupting to taint the silence, heads and backs arching to the phosphorate moon while it brooded like a cruel crown over the cragged mountain peaks. Talons and blades rose to the night sky in defiance of the celestial firmament; damnation was approaching, flying on the wings of tyranny. Female slaves, primed with dark spells and incantations; the Gorgons of her progeny with serpents for hair and the body of the cobra; even they would serve a dark purpose- to lure with their lyre sirenous songs. If Atra wanted Ayenee, she needed not take it to war—she only had to accept one small little proposal... she would much rather take it with her knee driven to back and forced death-kneel... either way, to her—it was all the same.
~Potes currere sed
te occulere non probae esti in segetem sunt deteriorem datae fruges, tamen
ipsae suaptae enitent~
