Armanon had sat up all night with Nimbis discussing plans and going over charts. Maps of the realm were pinned up around the War Room with cirlces along key areas. On the large onyx and ruby table sat scenarios and battle plans with odds and favors, meant only for the eyes of the Order.
The Incubus Knight was in his quarters strapping on his equipment before journeying out into the night, someone would die this evening, someone would fall. The room was simple in design, a small oakwood desk which sat below one of the original maps of the Realm. Beside the framed map was another, a newer one written not too long ago from Tirus, the orders most active Sorceror. The tiling was an ebony color, coupled with the oil lamps that sat quietly burning on the walls it gave off a feel like one was walking on darkness. This wasnt far from the truth.
As he finished placing the armor about him and strapped his Blade of Entangled Forces across his back, he took up the sword known throughout the realm as the Soul Calibur and headed toward the door. A note was left in the quarters of his fellow comrades in arms and he made his way out into the crisp night. Thunder rocked the ground and lightning showed its presence in the skys in flashes of light and sizzling electricity. Yes tonight was right, had all the makings of something terrible. Tonight, murder was in the air.
Posted by Armanon at October 17, 2004 12:33 AM