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Kormadian History Version XXII: Judgment; --> CURRENT PLOT
Topic Started: Nov 24 2015, 12:50 AM (305 Views)
`Scoot
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"She has duct tape and chloroform and a map to your house in the back seat of her car. I thought that was a bit strange..."
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Silence can only last for so long before it becomes a deafening roar.

The planet, having recovered from the devastation of the Scourge, had moved back into its normal cycle, and winter now grasped much of the Kormadian landscape. The shallow oceans had frozen over, their inhabitants entrapped below the surface until the seasons changed again, allowing travel between the continents once more.

Following the battle with Kestrel, and then the run in with the Scourge, the Kormadian Equines now welcomed their Non-Equine counterparts into all of the major continents. Even the Rhuids, in all their not-quite-equine, but not-quite-non-equine glory, were welcomed, though with bated breath. No one really understood their loyalties as of yet, but the Kormadians could only hope that a show of good faith would keep the Rhuids on their side or at the very least neutral.

But as those who have followed the story of Kormada all along, we know that peace here can never last.

The wyvern had taken to appearing more frequently and in the strangest of places. He was once even rumored to have been sighted in Dreamscape--the land where no dark forces are welcome.

Then again, were it true Kestrel had been to Dreamscape, perhaps this fact alone solidified his stance on the scale of good and evil.

It was on an icy Kormadian night that the wyvern proved them all wrong.

Lightning shot through the sky as snow mixed with ash and sparks when Kestrel made his presence known once more. His eyes shown red, his great body emitting a dangerous, fiery glow. The earth burst into flame as his legs and wing claws crawled across it. The Scourge were still within him, ever present but, at the moment, they were not in control.

"Hear me, my children!" the great beast roared, his voice carried in the winds as they swirled around the globe. "I am your creator, your God, and yet your hate for me grows stronger with every passing moment. You have fought me, imprisoned me, yet you begged I help you when the infestation found my beautiful planet and threatened you with extinction. I gave to you my freedom, my autonomy, for now I am forever plagued by those who would have killed you, and what have you given me in return? Nothing! Well, hear me now, my children. Hear me well."

The beast raised his head, the spines along his back pulsing red with his ever-quickening heartbeat while the red glow in his eyes grew stronger.

"Serve me, my children," said the wyvern, his voice cracking as he struggled against the Scourge who fought to regain control, "and you shall be forgiven!" A quake rushed through him, and he nearly collapsed to the earth. "Find the means to destroy the Scourge, and for each of you I shall call a loved one back from the grave, back into the mortal realm. Defy me, my children, and you, your children, and your children's children, will lose everything."

Here the storms subsided, and the monstrosity's strength left him. The Scourge had taken him back, turned him 'round and concealed him once more. A flash of fear had passed through them at the wyvern's calling. Would the Kormadians really find a way to destroy them?

And, from Kormadians far and wide came the low rumble of conversation. Plotting. Yearning for the return of their loved ones thought lost forever. Kestrel's demands had turned into a chant deep in every Kormadian's soul. Find a way to destroy the Scourge...find a way...find a way...

And so it begins.

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Edited by `Scoot, Nov 24 2015, 12:52 AM.
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