It Begins|Talen'sul
Apr 19, 2006 9:43:10 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Apr 19, 2006 9:43:10 GMT -5
A group of Clears march through the area, Thelon in tow. They're on the hunt.
After much walking, they spot a couple, a man and his wife, enjoying a peaceful walk closer to the ground. Sinister smiles all around, they send Thelon in, who walks forth slowly but with determination.
The man and the woman, not yet spotting the Clears in the distance, smile at Thelon's approach.
"Greetings!" the man calls out. "Welcome to Talen- ARG!" He suddenly falls to the ground, holding his head in pain. His wife, alarmed, falls to her knees beside him and tries to see what's wrong, but soon her cries are mingling with his in the air as Thelon attacks both of their mentalities mercilessly. By now, the Clears have caught up.
"Don't kill them," one barks. "You're far too rough, Thelon. We need good, strong, fighting elementals. Not broken minded imbeciles." Thelon pauses, then nods, the glow fading from his eyes as he steps back. The two Wind types groan and waver on the edge of conciousness. One of the Clears kneels and grabs the man by the hair, jerking his head to look at him. "Who is your master, Wind type?!"
The man murmurs weakly, "You are.. Master..."
"Master.." the woman echoes softly. Satisfied, the Clears decide to make camp here and give their new 'pets' a chance to rest.
After much walking, they spot a couple, a man and his wife, enjoying a peaceful walk closer to the ground. Sinister smiles all around, they send Thelon in, who walks forth slowly but with determination.
The man and the woman, not yet spotting the Clears in the distance, smile at Thelon's approach.
"Greetings!" the man calls out. "Welcome to Talen- ARG!" He suddenly falls to the ground, holding his head in pain. His wife, alarmed, falls to her knees beside him and tries to see what's wrong, but soon her cries are mingling with his in the air as Thelon attacks both of their mentalities mercilessly. By now, the Clears have caught up.
"Don't kill them," one barks. "You're far too rough, Thelon. We need good, strong, fighting elementals. Not broken minded imbeciles." Thelon pauses, then nods, the glow fading from his eyes as he steps back. The two Wind types groan and waver on the edge of conciousness. One of the Clears kneels and grabs the man by the hair, jerking his head to look at him. "Who is your master, Wind type?!"
The man murmurs weakly, "You are.. Master..."
"Master.." the woman echoes softly. Satisfied, the Clears decide to make camp here and give their new 'pets' a chance to rest.
