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A Call To War
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Topic Started: Apr 13 2018, 12:23 PM (93 Views)
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KingsMan
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Apr 13 2018, 12:23 PM
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A clear empty moonless night opens up on the screen. The only light that comes from a low fire burning in the darkness; its embers flickering and rolling. Dressed in thick bomber’s coat and faded fatigues; the Undisputed title hanging loosely on his waist; Kevin Mordrad looms; his dark eyes sparking along with the fire.
Life, and all it trappings, is about the choice we make. Day in, day out, we are tasked with a million little trinkets of choice. A million little divergent roadways. Some lead to not where. Other…*tapping the title* lead to splendid glory. On their own they seem insignificant; meaningless. Bound together...they are our everything; our foundation for being. Which begs the question: what choices have brought together all those souls that seek to face me at Summerfest? What bundle of decisions were made? What sacrifices to offer up? Hurdles to jump over?
Mordrad’s form seemingly shifts, the light of the fire following along with him..
What stories do you bring to bare? What offers do you seek to place on the altar of SuperBattle to summon me; to cajole me to allow you in my presence? What tales will you regale the world with?Will it be able rival mine; my carrying of a banner of conquest and glory for a PRW’s King of Fools,the acquisition and preparation of his lands as my own. My war with a painted syphopant, with a hearty but lacking in will white knight. My defeat of proud Amazon warrior that cemented me as what I am: PRW’s own personal warlord; Ares made in flesh.
Leaning to his side, Mordrad grabs a thick hunk of wood, dropping it into the center of the embers. Surprisingly, the wood seems to blaze right up, filling the huddled round of trees with an orangish light. In the same light his form seems to buzz a bit; his body covered in obsidian and scarlett armor for a brief moment.
What compels each of you to make the decision to willing want to stand across from me and put your body and soul on the line just so you could get a hold of this hunk of metal that I hold? People mockingly say I am a boogie man; or some leather clad mood madman. I find those plebeians amusing. I am much much worse than the a mere madman or boogie. I am stuff of dreams; the trapping of nightmares.
Mordrad’s voice seems to hollow and spread; his voice taking on the grim form of a felled sermon.
Men like me watched in defiant gazes as Troy fell, as the Huns rolled like a murderous wave throughout the world. We smashed Constantinople in rubble and spread Christian and heathen blood like waters in a field. My spiritual brethren shared smallpox blankets with naive natives and put high priests in chains. I and my kind have been present in shell blow trenches; fire roasted foxholes, and chest high humid grasses. I am war, I am ruin, I am conquest. I am honored,I am revered, I am feared. By my hands, with my blades; wheat and chaff go in twain; blood and bone splint and fly. All foes fall at my feet, all friends fly forth to the feast.
In a surprisingly fast manner, the fire in front Mordrad is starting to burn down; leaving just the smallest of flicker flames and healing embers again. Mordrad’s form can barely be seen now; that is until he leans forward;letting his face be cast in the faintly glowing embers; a face suddenly clad in a frightful helm that surprisingly only makes Mordrad’s voice sound all the colder and harsh.
I have risen from the depth of man’s sordid history to lay claim to anything I see fit of owning. I have already conquered many and claimed the richest price this land has to offer. Now I hunger for a greater challenge and an endless charge of fresh quarry to subdue. Who shall answer my call and prove themselves worthy?
Mordrad walks away, leaving the fire to alone as it quickly dies down into nothing but ashes and dust.
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HARKERN TO MY RECKONING!
Former: 1 x Internet Champion, Current: Undisputed Champion
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