I know dark fantasy isn't for everyone, but I thought I would share the opening page :)
The wind whipped dust and grit around Rahz as he crouched in a rocky crevasse. The blasted desert known as the Wastes was one of the most desolate places in the known world, but tonight it felt almost crowded. He waited and he watched; tireless and unblinking. One watcher among many scattered around the plain. It is almost time.
Sacral, Rahz’s former home, would be making its return to the world, just as his master had predicted. The city, stolen by a betrayer, a former friend; who tore the city out of the world to somewhere other, even as she ascended to godhood on a wave of stolen power.
A flicker in the valley, then a flash of lights in the distance - A great black wall now stood before Rahz, as familiar as the back of his own hand though he hadn’t seen it in centuries. The great city state of Sacral had indeed returned. Tens of thousands of its inhabitants crowded the battlements of the outer wall clamoring for a look outside.
Rahz felt the commotion the appearance triggered amongst the other watchers. A host of minds and talents reached out to the great city, eager to learn more; and were slapped back by a surprisingly powerful surge of magic. The message was clear – lives could have been taken. Posturing or truth; Rahz would need to find out. His master was eager for news. But it seemed as though at least one worthwhile opponent still lived in the city; whether a friend of old or a new player remained to be seen.
Brief skirmishes broke out across the Wastes; opportunists taking advantage of their rivals’ distraction to strike, or simply spies stumbling across each other and reacting violently. No need to let others have all the fun. Rahz gestured and a dozen dark-clothed forms detached themselves from the shadows around him and rushed off into the darkness.
Time to see what they’ve done to the place. He moved in fits and bursts, as silent and unpredictable as the shadow of a bat under the twin moons. He would watch and wait until his master decided to act. When the time came, Rahz would move through Sacral with his Crows and reap bloody murder.
The wind whipped dust and grit around Rahz as he crouched in a rocky crevasse. The blasted desert known as the Wastes was one of the most desolate places in the known world, but tonight it felt almost crowded. He waited and he watched; tireless and unblinking. One watcher among many scattered around the plain. It is almost time.
Sacral, Rahz’s former home, would be making its return to the world, just as his master had predicted. The city, stolen by a betrayer, a former friend; who tore the city out of the world to somewhere other, even as she ascended to godhood on a wave of stolen power.
A flicker in the valley, then a flash of lights in the distance - A great black wall now stood before Rahz, as familiar as the back of his own hand though he hadn’t seen it in centuries. The great city state of Sacral had indeed returned. Tens of thousands of its inhabitants crowded the battlements of the outer wall clamoring for a look outside.
Rahz felt the commotion the appearance triggered amongst the other watchers. A host of minds and talents reached out to the great city, eager to learn more; and were slapped back by a surprisingly powerful surge of magic. The message was clear – lives could have been taken. Posturing or truth; Rahz would need to find out. His master was eager for news. But it seemed as though at least one worthwhile opponent still lived in the city; whether a friend of old or a new player remained to be seen.
Brief skirmishes broke out across the Wastes; opportunists taking advantage of their rivals’ distraction to strike, or simply spies stumbling across each other and reacting violently. No need to let others have all the fun. Rahz gestured and a dozen dark-clothed forms detached themselves from the shadows around him and rushed off into the darkness.
Time to see what they’ve done to the place. He moved in fits and bursts, as silent and unpredictable as the shadow of a bat under the twin moons. He would watch and wait until his master decided to act. When the time came, Rahz would move through Sacral with his Crows and reap bloody murder.