Decade
03-19-2011, 03:45 PM
The narrative below was inspired by this quote from the Cryx forums.
Everytime I see that small thing [in the Wrath cover art] I can't help but think about Quintessons.
In a deep chamber below the Thornwood, a macabre tableau is unfolding. At one end of a large, cicrular cavern, the eldrich Goreshade stands before a raised dais, using his power to suppress all magical energy near him. Atop the dais, in a throne of wrought iron, Lord Exhumer Scaverous sits in judgement of all those below. At his side, the menacing form of Erebus stands in silent readiness. Two dozen bane knights surround the perimeter of the room, lances ready, all staring warily at the prisoner chained and bound in the center. Standing on a thin platform above a deep chasm, the Cygnaran warcaster Victoria Haley stares defiantly at her captor.
Goreshade looks at the prisoner "If you wish to plead for your life, you may. It won't do much, but it will amuse us."
Haley stares defiantly back at the eldrich, then at the eldrich and iron lich "Spare me this mockery of justice."
"Very well." Goreshade muses as he turns to Scaverous "Has the imperial magistrate reached a verdict?"
Scaverous replies without motion "I have."
Hailey flinches as Scaverous stands, and taps the butt of his scythe on the stone floor.
"Innocent!" He snarls.
At the moment of his decree, the platform below Hailey swings out from under her feet. With a gasp of horror, she plumets into the chasm below. A violent crash is heard in the chamber above, quickly followed by a mixture of Hailey's screams and necrotite powered engines shrieking as she is set upon by the dozen deathrippers at the bottom of the pit.
Everytime I see that small thing [in the Wrath cover art] I can't help but think about Quintessons.
In a deep chamber below the Thornwood, a macabre tableau is unfolding. At one end of a large, cicrular cavern, the eldrich Goreshade stands before a raised dais, using his power to suppress all magical energy near him. Atop the dais, in a throne of wrought iron, Lord Exhumer Scaverous sits in judgement of all those below. At his side, the menacing form of Erebus stands in silent readiness. Two dozen bane knights surround the perimeter of the room, lances ready, all staring warily at the prisoner chained and bound in the center. Standing on a thin platform above a deep chasm, the Cygnaran warcaster Victoria Haley stares defiantly at her captor.
Goreshade looks at the prisoner "If you wish to plead for your life, you may. It won't do much, but it will amuse us."
Haley stares defiantly back at the eldrich, then at the eldrich and iron lich "Spare me this mockery of justice."
"Very well." Goreshade muses as he turns to Scaverous "Has the imperial magistrate reached a verdict?"
Scaverous replies without motion "I have."
Hailey flinches as Scaverous stands, and taps the butt of his scythe on the stone floor.
"Innocent!" He snarls.
At the moment of his decree, the platform below Hailey swings out from under her feet. With a gasp of horror, she plumets into the chasm below. A violent crash is heard in the chamber above, quickly followed by a mixture of Hailey's screams and necrotite powered engines shrieking as she is set upon by the dozen deathrippers at the bottom of the pit.