The First of them all..
( i dont own these characters)
The warm night air blowed briskly through his long dark red hair. His eyes kept closed as he began to summon the souls and demons of his huge seven foot long sword, known to many as Soul Edge.
At his side was his beautiful bride, Isabella Valentine. She gazed out from the cliff they stood upon, taking in the breath taking sight. Below them, their immense army of blood thirsty gollums, trolls, lizardmen and giant beasts marched in almost perfect formation.
With over thirty three thousand soldiers at his command, the dark knight was the most feared man on the earth. Everything trembled at his presence. His dark blue azure armor glistened in bright moon light. His right arm, a giant disfigured hand with three bone crushing claws, gripped Soul Edge
tight and raised it high above his head. He pointed it towards the moon. The eye upon the sword slowly opened just as his began to open.
Isabella, Ivy as some knew her , put her hand upon the knight's muscular chest and whispered," They are ready..."
Nightmare, the azure knight, was a slave to Soul Edge, which pulsated with the anguish and hate of those slayed by it. It's only purpose, it seemed, was to consume the souls of anything and everything, from the brave warriors who fought and were killed by it, to Nightmare himself. His blood red slits of eyes burned with sorrow and madness and hate. Brought upon him by the evil of Soul Edge, he killed all who challenged him and those's souls he needed and wanted.
His luietenant, a giant gollum called Astaroth, walked up to the knight and said," The first battalion is ready, and the artillary is within range."
Nightmare said in a deep monsterouse voice," And what of my air power?"
Astaroth nodded," They to are ready." Nightmare's airpower, huge winged dragon like beasts called SkyTyrants took to the sky, saddled upon their backs like calvalry men, lizardmen roared in their reptillian voices.
The Artillery, fifty-foot catapults and gigantic crossbows, were loaded and ready. His infantry, made up of mainly lizardmen and gollums stood ready to charge at the right signal. His beasts were made up of tyrannosaurs, spinosaurs, giganotosaurs and ceratopsians, their dark roars echoed across the gaping battlefield.
Across the field, the opposing army watched, not shaken a bit by the menacing army before them. The Witchking, known to others as The Lord of the Nazgul, sat upon his own winged beast called a Fell Beast, watched and waited. His own army , made up of forty seven thousand orcs and urakias, rienforced by hulking Cave Trolls and incredibly huge beasts called Oliphants. Their own artillery used large flaming rocks and boulders.
The Witchking knew Nightmare and his army were a formidable force and that this meeting may decide his own fate. His master, called Sauron, ordered the capture of Soul Edge and the Witchking knew of the great power withheld inside it. But this gathering of armys was not be an epic battle,but to forge an allegience with the Dark Knight Nightmare , in the hopes that they could easily overpower the many armys of men and monsters that still opposed them. And without the knowing of Nightmare, he would turn on Nightmare, kill him, and take Soul Edge from his grasp and deliver it to his master Sauron.
Nightmare had his steed brought to him, a large dragon unicorn, and rode out to meet the Witchking. The Witchking waited in the middle of the battlefield alone and without a weapon. His Fell Beast ordered to return to the frontlines of his army.
The Witchking knew this may have been a fatal mistake but he also knew that if they were to combine their armys, they would be unstoppable.
Nightmare and the Witchking stood face to face, each feeling each other's evil presence. The time had come........
to be continued....
( i dont own these characters)
The warm night air blowed briskly through his long dark red hair. His eyes kept closed as he began to summon the souls and demons of his huge seven foot long sword, known to many as Soul Edge.
At his side was his beautiful bride, Isabella Valentine. She gazed out from the cliff they stood upon, taking in the breath taking sight. Below them, their immense army of blood thirsty gollums, trolls, lizardmen and giant beasts marched in almost perfect formation.
With over thirty three thousand soldiers at his command, the dark knight was the most feared man on the earth. Everything trembled at his presence. His dark blue azure armor glistened in bright moon light. His right arm, a giant disfigured hand with three bone crushing claws, gripped Soul Edge
tight and raised it high above his head. He pointed it towards the moon. The eye upon the sword slowly opened just as his began to open.
Isabella, Ivy as some knew her , put her hand upon the knight's muscular chest and whispered," They are ready..."
Nightmare, the azure knight, was a slave to Soul Edge, which pulsated with the anguish and hate of those slayed by it. It's only purpose, it seemed, was to consume the souls of anything and everything, from the brave warriors who fought and were killed by it, to Nightmare himself. His blood red slits of eyes burned with sorrow and madness and hate. Brought upon him by the evil of Soul Edge, he killed all who challenged him and those's souls he needed and wanted.
His luietenant, a giant gollum called Astaroth, walked up to the knight and said," The first battalion is ready, and the artillary is within range."
Nightmare said in a deep monsterouse voice," And what of my air power?"
Astaroth nodded," They to are ready." Nightmare's airpower, huge winged dragon like beasts called SkyTyrants took to the sky, saddled upon their backs like calvalry men, lizardmen roared in their reptillian voices.
The Artillery, fifty-foot catapults and gigantic crossbows, were loaded and ready. His infantry, made up of mainly lizardmen and gollums stood ready to charge at the right signal. His beasts were made up of tyrannosaurs, spinosaurs, giganotosaurs and ceratopsians, their dark roars echoed across the gaping battlefield.
Across the field, the opposing army watched, not shaken a bit by the menacing army before them. The Witchking, known to others as The Lord of the Nazgul, sat upon his own winged beast called a Fell Beast, watched and waited. His own army , made up of forty seven thousand orcs and urakias, rienforced by hulking Cave Trolls and incredibly huge beasts called Oliphants. Their own artillery used large flaming rocks and boulders.
The Witchking knew Nightmare and his army were a formidable force and that this meeting may decide his own fate. His master, called Sauron, ordered the capture of Soul Edge and the Witchking knew of the great power withheld inside it. But this gathering of armys was not be an epic battle,but to forge an allegience with the Dark Knight Nightmare , in the hopes that they could easily overpower the many armys of men and monsters that still opposed them. And without the knowing of Nightmare, he would turn on Nightmare, kill him, and take Soul Edge from his grasp and deliver it to his master Sauron.
Nightmare had his steed brought to him, a large dragon unicorn, and rode out to meet the Witchking. The Witchking waited in the middle of the battlefield alone and without a weapon. His Fell Beast ordered to return to the frontlines of his army.
The Witchking knew this may have been a fatal mistake but he also knew that if they were to combine their armys, they would be unstoppable.
Nightmare and the Witchking stood face to face, each feeling each other's evil presence. The time had come........
to be continued....
