Psy Charyon
12-07-2005, 00:43
Prologue
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A group of Charr patrolled the ruined landscape. They walked over the great achievements of man. They passed ruined bridges and ancient temples now lost beneath the rubble. They had destroyed this land and they were proud. The Searing was their great flame effigy to the gods. As the whole country burned the kingdom of Ascalon was doomed.
Now people hide in their homes ever fearing that the Charr will break through what remains of the ruined wall. Yet the Charr continued their relentless advance. Their numbers seemed to never deplete and each attack was fiercer than the last. Ascalon was lost and all hopes of renewal were turned to dust. But from this rusted carapace of a once great nation heroes would rise. But when their is good and evil there is often those in between.
An black arrow smashed through the lead Charr's eye. He died instantly. The rest of the patrol looked around almost dumbfounded. The arher was nowhere to be found. A short Charr walked forward. He bent down and started to try and pick up the scent. Another black arrow ended up stuck through his skull. Then a great green lgiht erupted from the top of the cliff encompassing teh entire landscape in a blaze of green flames. The patrol rushed around bathed in their cloak of unholy fire. A Necromancer jumped off the small cliff and walked over to the remaining Charr. He raised his palms and a barrage of small green orbs fell from the sky ripping the very souls out of the mangy beasts.
The Dark ranger was Psy, The Necromantic. He walked past the corpses and whistled. A dark horse rushed up to him. It was covered with an Obsidian armor and it was wearing a standard depicting a withering black rose. Psy walked up to the horse and quickly vaulted himself onto it. Then he continued to ride north, towards the Shiverpeaks.
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A group of Charr patrolled the ruined landscape. They walked over the great achievements of man. They passed ruined bridges and ancient temples now lost beneath the rubble. They had destroyed this land and they were proud. The Searing was their great flame effigy to the gods. As the whole country burned the kingdom of Ascalon was doomed.
Now people hide in their homes ever fearing that the Charr will break through what remains of the ruined wall. Yet the Charr continued their relentless advance. Their numbers seemed to never deplete and each attack was fiercer than the last. Ascalon was lost and all hopes of renewal were turned to dust. But from this rusted carapace of a once great nation heroes would rise. But when their is good and evil there is often those in between.
An black arrow smashed through the lead Charr's eye. He died instantly. The rest of the patrol looked around almost dumbfounded. The arher was nowhere to be found. A short Charr walked forward. He bent down and started to try and pick up the scent. Another black arrow ended up stuck through his skull. Then a great green lgiht erupted from the top of the cliff encompassing teh entire landscape in a blaze of green flames. The patrol rushed around bathed in their cloak of unholy fire. A Necromancer jumped off the small cliff and walked over to the remaining Charr. He raised his palms and a barrage of small green orbs fell from the sky ripping the very souls out of the mangy beasts.
The Dark ranger was Psy, The Necromantic. He walked past the corpses and whistled. A dark horse rushed up to him. It was covered with an Obsidian armor and it was wearing a standard depicting a withering black rose. Psy walked up to the horse and quickly vaulted himself onto it. Then he continued to ride north, towards the Shiverpeaks.