Post by dgraves on Aug 13, 2024 22:03:12 GMT -5
In the heart of a blackened forest, a lone woman strides forward, a torch in hand. The flames flicker in the wind, casting shadows that dance across the charred trees. Her black robes billow around her as she approaches the ancient temple, its crumbling walls rising ominously from the darkness. Darcy Graves' fingers brush against the cold stone, her gaze lifting to the intricate tiles above. A chilling smile spreads across her face, blood staining her teeth.With a sudden motion, she drops the torch, and flames surge upward, illuminating the entrance to the serpent's lair. Slowly, deliberately, Darcy sheds her cloak, revealing the Viking armor beneath.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: In time, you'll understand why I was the one the serpent chose. Tonight marks my ascension, the first step from this world into another. And you, Willow Quinn, are the first to fall in this new era. I was once a violent champion—relentless, unyielding—and I took that role very seriously. Underestimate me if you dare, Willow.
She raises her hands to the sky, a dark smile curling her lips as the clouds above grow heavy and foreboding. Closing her eyes, she listens to the eerie whispers that swirl around her, as if the very air is alive with dark promises.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: The world serpent hungers, and you, Willow, are merely the appetizer. You think you're ready for me? You have no idea. Since my first visit here, I've trained harder, pushed myself faster, become something more—something unstoppable. Every time I return, I grow stronger.
Her eyes snap open, now glowing a fierce yellow. With a low, mocking laugh, she draws a knife from her belt and slashes it across her palm. The blood flows freely, and she presses her hand against an ancient symbol carved into the wall, marking it with her essence. As the first drops of rain begin to fall, they mingle with the blood, running down the stone like dark, crimson tears.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: Savor the time you have left, Willow. Soon, you'll witness the awakening of the world serpent, and when it does, it will devour you whole.
Darcy rips a piece of fabric from her cloak, wrapping it around her bleeding hand. With one final, chilling laugh, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the forest as the rain intensifies.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: In time, you'll understand why I was the one the serpent chose. Tonight marks my ascension, the first step from this world into another. And you, Willow Quinn, are the first to fall in this new era. I was once a violent champion—relentless, unyielding—and I took that role very seriously. Underestimate me if you dare, Willow.
She raises her hands to the sky, a dark smile curling her lips as the clouds above grow heavy and foreboding. Closing her eyes, she listens to the eerie whispers that swirl around her, as if the very air is alive with dark promises.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: The world serpent hungers, and you, Willow, are merely the appetizer. You think you're ready for me? You have no idea. Since my first visit here, I've trained harder, pushed myself faster, become something more—something unstoppable. Every time I return, I grow stronger.
Her eyes snap open, now glowing a fierce yellow. With a low, mocking laugh, she draws a knife from her belt and slashes it across her palm. The blood flows freely, and she presses her hand against an ancient symbol carved into the wall, marking it with her essence. As the first drops of rain begin to fall, they mingle with the blood, running down the stone like dark, crimson tears.
"The Night Sister" Darcy Graves: Savor the time you have left, Willow. Soon, you'll witness the awakening of the world serpent, and when it does, it will devour you whole.
Darcy rips a piece of fabric from her cloak, wrapping it around her bleeding hand. With one final, chilling laugh, she turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the forest as the rain intensifies.