Amidst the ever-pluming smoke and the stench of death and hellfire, lies a land cursed and forever aflame by the hateful and dark forces that dwell within this brutal landscape. There are no other creatures within the Raze, for they had all either migrated in the hopes of escaping their devastated home with their lives, or met their untimely and agonizing end by the fire's insatiable hunger. The flames never falter except when morning's light touches the unholy earth, making it the only short period of time to travel through the ash-choked territory in order to reach the other side until the sun sets behind the distant mountains, the darkness giving strength and fuel to the fire as they rage on with seemingly unstoppable force. The fortunate few that have survived the journey through the Raze have told haunting stories of catching glimpses of a dark and flaming silhouette among the burning trees. It's ragged breath like black clouds of ash from its nostrils. It's coal-black eyes burning hotter then the deepest levels of Hell as it watched them from behind the screens of smoke, waiting for them to stray from their path to feast on their charred flesh and crush their brittle bones. Some say the beast resembles that of an abnormally large, armored black horse with fiery locks and hooves, while others say that it has no true form at all and travels like smoke in the wind, but of course, most consider the stories to simply be tales spoken by those that had been influenced by the terror they felt when crossing the Raze.
Perhaps if dead men could truly tell tales, the existence of this beast.. a creature of raging fire and suffocating smoke named by the locals as "Hellssu", could perhaps be confirmed.. but then again, what really are legends if they don't have a little smoke and mirrors?
Amidst the ever-pluming smoke and the stench of death and hellfire, lies a land cursed and forever aflame by the hateful and dark forces that dwell within this brutal landscape. There are no other creatures within the Raze, for they had all either migrated in the hopes of escaping their devastated home with their lives, or met their untimely and agonizing end by the fire's insatiable hunger. The flames never falter except when morning's light touches the unholy earth, making it the only short period of time to travel through the ash-choked territory in order to reach the other side until the sun sets behind the distant mountains, the darkness giving strength and fuel to the fire as they rage on with seemingly unstoppable force.
The fortunate few that have survived the journey through the Raze have told haunting stories of catching glimpses of a dark and flaming silhouette among the burning trees. It's ragged breath like black clouds of ash from its nostrils. It's coal-black eyes burning hotter then the deepest levels of Hell as it watched them from behind the screens of smoke, waiting for them to stray from their path to feast on their charred flesh and crush their brittle bones. Some say the beast resembles that of an abnormally large, armored black horse with fiery locks and hooves, while others say that it has no true form at all and travels like smoke in the wind, but of course, most consider the stories to simply be tales spoken by those that had been influenced by the terror they felt when crossing the Raze.
Perhaps if dead men could truly tell tales, the existence of this beast.. a creature of raging fire and suffocating smoke named by the locals as "Hellssu", could perhaps be confirmed.. but then again, what really are legends if they don't have a little smoke and mirrors?