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Join date : 2023-10-19
Age : 32
For The Glory
Mon May 20, 2024 1:53 am
Voiceover: “If I cannot bend the heavens above, I will move hell”
Flashes of lightning surged through the air, illuminating the scene below. Silence would follow the flash of lightning, the chilling darkness, a welcomed backdrop, a brief respite ahead of the fight to come. A fight upon which Red Arrow seeks out the Glory title. The very title for which he challenged for via the briefcase that he claimed previously.
Red Arrow: “Every mythology has tales of an invader coming in pursuit of a higher goal. Gold. Money. Destruction. Vengeance. Retribution taken by force. However what mythology doesn’t tell you is that each and every conqueror is born by circumstance, a loss, a motivation that drives their every action. Of course the argument exists that there are the truly mad among them. Those who have lost sight of the reason their quest began in the first place.”
Red Arrow paused, dark eyes panning outwards, a sense of energy lay coiled in his lithe frame, violence barely leashed, Red Arrow had been blooded long ago. By his side stood the mystical Dollia Trypp, her empathy a balm to the more martial minded entity that was Red Arrow.
Dollia Trypp: “All eyes now turn to a three way dance, the stage set for a clash, a storm is about to make landfall here in AOD. To speak poetically for a moment, you may yet think of this as laying siege to a kingdom. The doors shall be kicked in, the crown taken, the throne shattered into myriad pieces.”
Dollia’s lips turned into a calm smile, her expression peaceful, relaxed as she leaned back on a hard backed chair that resembled a throne, a throne not seen by mortal eyes in eons, thus the enigmatic aura around one Dollia Trypp only increased, her origins shrouded in mystery, after all remaining an enigma was something she took pride in.
Red Arrow: “Make no mistake about it, I am that invading force, I am that conqueror who has come to lay siege to this kingdom. Like the proverbial storm I aim to wipe away the old, to rebuild and redesign AOD into my own image. Change is coming to AOD. You can either be a part of the change, or you can be part of the problem. The time has come to choose how history will remember you. Ashla Mari, Mauler, war has come to your door, the storm is set before you. Will you be crushed beneath the storm, will you survive it? Maybe you will. Maybe you won’t. One thing is for sure, change is here, is non negotiable. A new era begins, the era of The Red Arrow.’
Soft breaths pulsed through the air, an intense darkness present in the gesture.
Red Arrow: “This is about survival, no more games, no more metaphors, the time for fancy words has long since passed. Broken bones, the screams of foes are all I seek. Adapt or perish, as the saying goes.”
Red Arrow clapped his hands together mockingly, ominous amusement teasing the edges of his lips. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The sound of his erratically beating heart served as one of the few sounds present.
His lips formed a chilling smile, serpentine in its delivery.
Red Arrow: Final tribute. Ashla Mari. Mauler. There is an arrow for each of you in my quiver. Rest assured this is no idle threat, win or lose, You’ll both be forever changed by the fallout of our match. Prepare yourselves, hone your skills. Ready your minds, for this battle takes place on both the physical and mental realms.”
In a mocking and sarcastic gesture Red Arrow mimicked raising a wine goblet, as though he were making a toast.
Red Arrow: “Eyes of ice, heart of obsidian darkness, I bow to no one. Your odds of survival are astronomically low. This is one hunt I aim to win. Prestige and Glory I seek to attain, thus building a reputation worthy of a skilled hunter.”
Rough barked out laughter echoed through the air, as the lights went out thrusting the abandoned facility into darkness, a darkness that showed no signs of ever being dispelled.
Flashes of lightning surged through the air, illuminating the scene below. Silence would follow the flash of lightning, the chilling darkness, a welcomed backdrop, a brief respite ahead of the fight to come. A fight upon which Red Arrow seeks out the Glory title. The very title for which he challenged for via the briefcase that he claimed previously.
Red Arrow: “Every mythology has tales of an invader coming in pursuit of a higher goal. Gold. Money. Destruction. Vengeance. Retribution taken by force. However what mythology doesn’t tell you is that each and every conqueror is born by circumstance, a loss, a motivation that drives their every action. Of course the argument exists that there are the truly mad among them. Those who have lost sight of the reason their quest began in the first place.”
Red Arrow paused, dark eyes panning outwards, a sense of energy lay coiled in his lithe frame, violence barely leashed, Red Arrow had been blooded long ago. By his side stood the mystical Dollia Trypp, her empathy a balm to the more martial minded entity that was Red Arrow.
Dollia Trypp: “All eyes now turn to a three way dance, the stage set for a clash, a storm is about to make landfall here in AOD. To speak poetically for a moment, you may yet think of this as laying siege to a kingdom. The doors shall be kicked in, the crown taken, the throne shattered into myriad pieces.”
Dollia’s lips turned into a calm smile, her expression peaceful, relaxed as she leaned back on a hard backed chair that resembled a throne, a throne not seen by mortal eyes in eons, thus the enigmatic aura around one Dollia Trypp only increased, her origins shrouded in mystery, after all remaining an enigma was something she took pride in.
Red Arrow: “Make no mistake about it, I am that invading force, I am that conqueror who has come to lay siege to this kingdom. Like the proverbial storm I aim to wipe away the old, to rebuild and redesign AOD into my own image. Change is coming to AOD. You can either be a part of the change, or you can be part of the problem. The time has come to choose how history will remember you. Ashla Mari, Mauler, war has come to your door, the storm is set before you. Will you be crushed beneath the storm, will you survive it? Maybe you will. Maybe you won’t. One thing is for sure, change is here, is non negotiable. A new era begins, the era of The Red Arrow.’
Soft breaths pulsed through the air, an intense darkness present in the gesture.
Red Arrow: “This is about survival, no more games, no more metaphors, the time for fancy words has long since passed. Broken bones, the screams of foes are all I seek. Adapt or perish, as the saying goes.”
Red Arrow clapped his hands together mockingly, ominous amusement teasing the edges of his lips. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The sound of his erratically beating heart served as one of the few sounds present.
His lips formed a chilling smile, serpentine in its delivery.
Red Arrow: Final tribute. Ashla Mari. Mauler. There is an arrow for each of you in my quiver. Rest assured this is no idle threat, win or lose, You’ll both be forever changed by the fallout of our match. Prepare yourselves, hone your skills. Ready your minds, for this battle takes place on both the physical and mental realms.”
In a mocking and sarcastic gesture Red Arrow mimicked raising a wine goblet, as though he were making a toast.
Red Arrow: “Eyes of ice, heart of obsidian darkness, I bow to no one. Your odds of survival are astronomically low. This is one hunt I aim to win. Prestige and Glory I seek to attain, thus building a reputation worthy of a skilled hunter.”
Rough barked out laughter echoed through the air, as the lights went out thrusting the abandoned facility into darkness, a darkness that showed no signs of ever being dispelled.
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