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The Transformation ... The First part

Started by Gal'Bash, June 20, 2008, 06:49:32 PM

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... "Plaguelands, what powers changed this land to such evil? Altough I have never been listening to you, Spirits, I cannot deny what you say now" Galbatorix slowly walks along the shore of Mareldar Lake, head full of toughts and voices of spirits of the fallen humans, changed beasts and the nature itself. Uncovering the fate of brave defenders of the Lordareon and humanity Galbatorix shivers "Why do I pity humans? They are enemy..." Galbatorix walks in silence again. He is no more on the shore of Mareldar Lake. He shaked his head. "These are hills over the town of Darrowshire. This was once a place of a great battle...yes, yes I can see it as if it's now" kneeling on the ground Galbatorix observes the battle that took place here. Till the bitter end.

Galbatorix stands up as he hears noise coming from a great distance. He stands motionless listening to it. "Is this a fight? Where is this noise comming from? This definetly isn't anywhere near here. How comes I do hear this?" Galbatorix grabbed up his binoculars but something happend, something he didn't expect. Something in his mind broke it's shackles and he threw the binoculars off to the ground. As the binoculars hit the tainted ground, it shatterd. Galbatorix rose his hands and loosen his body. He mutterd several words and his spirit parted from his body and set off toward the source of the noise. The spirit of the young shaman flew over the Plaguelands.

At last it reached human outpost in the region. Tyr's Hand. Town controlled by a group of the most brave humans Galbatorix ever seen. The Scarlet Crusade. His spirit stopped and he gazed at the walls of the town. Archers sending arrows one by one, swordsmen chopping down the giant nerrubian spiders and scourage, medics casting their healing spells to prevent death of their wounded commarades-in-arms. This was the source of disturbance. In a moment Galbatorix's spirit returned into his body. "Scourge!" he said than paused and gazed into a distance toward a dread city of Stratholme. "This devastated lands must be purified. I will use all my powers to heal this lands no matter the cost. This evil must be stopped and I sense that saving this land will do a lot of good not only here. "

Galbatorix looked at his right hand...   ((End of the Part One))
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