Post by X on Mar 21, 2010 14:45:44 GMT -5
A shadow grew across the Fields, growing darker to where it resembled more an ocean of tar than a simple absence of light, this impression strengthened by how one could see the exact point where darkness collided with light, and was winning.
In the center of this, Malar was doing as all gods tended to when bored; he was wrecking havoc. Sure, the good gods may do so in 'positive' ways, but when things started settling, there was always a crusade in need of waging, or a messiah to stir up passions.
So he was pulling in all his forces to destroy the Terran military, after which the rest of the nation would be easy pillaging. And Malar has always been the most brutal of Gods when it came to a fight, embracing the pain and suffering of war as a goal rather than a necessary bi-product. His soldiers feared their general more then anything the enemy could produce, more than the death that their lord could deny them should they fail.
Out of the liquid darkness rose row after row of soldiers, Malar's own, bodies infused with the suffering of millennia, until that pain replaced blood and flesh. To look upon them was to relive every injury, every torture, all the pain of all time, and to be entrapped by it. And then the soldiers would cut you down, if the sheer shock of it didn't kill you first. Anything that could be done to these soldiers was nothing compared to their mere existence. Whats more, each were cursed so that any who would put them out of their misery shall bear their pain in place of them, and be bound eternally by the agony flowing through them into service of Malar.
Malar was fairly confident that this would be an easy victory.
In the center of this, Malar was doing as all gods tended to when bored; he was wrecking havoc. Sure, the good gods may do so in 'positive' ways, but when things started settling, there was always a crusade in need of waging, or a messiah to stir up passions.
So he was pulling in all his forces to destroy the Terran military, after which the rest of the nation would be easy pillaging. And Malar has always been the most brutal of Gods when it came to a fight, embracing the pain and suffering of war as a goal rather than a necessary bi-product. His soldiers feared their general more then anything the enemy could produce, more than the death that their lord could deny them should they fail.
Out of the liquid darkness rose row after row of soldiers, Malar's own, bodies infused with the suffering of millennia, until that pain replaced blood and flesh. To look upon them was to relive every injury, every torture, all the pain of all time, and to be entrapped by it. And then the soldiers would cut you down, if the sheer shock of it didn't kill you first. Anything that could be done to these soldiers was nothing compared to their mere existence. Whats more, each were cursed so that any who would put them out of their misery shall bear their pain in place of them, and be bound eternally by the agony flowing through them into service of Malar.
Malar was fairly confident that this would be an easy victory.
