- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Excommunicado ripped aside the cloth marking the entrance of the shaman hut. He stood in the doorway, smoke blowing past him out into the oustide world, revealing an old man sitting on the dirt floor, cross legged, apparently deep in meditation.
The dark robed figure standing in the doorway slammed his fist into one of the wooden posts holding the hut up, shattering it completely. The tent slumped on one side, awakening the old man.
He seemed quite taken aback by the stranger in his hut.
Advancing from the doorway, Excommunicado moved towards the man, who stood up. Looking each other in the eyes, they began pacing in circles opposite of each other.
"How did you do this?" The old man inquired perturbedly. He seemed more annoyed than fearful with the entrance of this dark figure.
"How am I not one of your spectral minions? How I lost just as much as the children of apocalypse, and yet have still come here?" Excommunicado moved closer to the old, wrinkled man. "Because I rejected you when you probed me. I rejected you before I was even concious in this world. I've seen through you. I care only for my true escape."
A malicious smile spread across the old mans face. "You're too late. The world of men is already under seige."
[In the physical world]
A portal, a giant rift in the air, spread from nothingness like a massive orifice. It grew in its 2-dimensional plane, pushing and distorting the world around it.
Fog leaked from through the portal. It stopped quivering, and then a massive shadow, seeming to be composed of many small shadows, poured forth from the portal onto the mortal plane once again.
The shadow, the plague, spread across the land, darkening the sun, consuming all life within many miles of the portal. All sounds but a bone-chilling hissing noise were muted, filling the stalwart survivors with agonizing dissillusionment.
Excommunicado narrowed his gaze at the laughing Weaver. "I will return for you, you wretched demon." He spoke only one word, and everything around him burst into flames. Walking away, he heard, amidst the screams of agony, "My retribution will be absolute, Destroyer! You've sealed your own fate!"
Excommunicado smiled to himself for the first time in 19 years.
"I will be fate, and I will seal what I choose!"
Unto Fallen Seraph and his many allies came a wispy spirit, only half visible.
"Yes, you have known me to be dead. I have fought a war on another plane, but I could not overcome. The foe is spilling forth into this realm, intent on conquesting all life. You must band together to fight this- it will not be easy. It will not be done quickly, if it is to be done at all. There is still something I must do before I can aid you in fighting back this terrible unearth onslaught. If you fail, nothing will be left, and you will be left, caged into an empty world, like I am."
Everything is at stake. If you fail, you damn everyone. Don't fail.