Tokiwong
First Post
On the Island of the Black Blood Raiders
The barbarous raiders drag their fresh prey across the beach and into the ruins of their abode. Perhaps at one time it was a grand city or fortress of the First Age, or perhaps the Shogunate; but now it was just the personal abode of the self proclaimed goddess, Ebon Maw of Infinite Agony. She was old beyond reckoning at least by these barbarous people, her children and warriors.
She reclines on her throne of stone stained red with blood and the skulls of her conquests. She was vicious, violent, and raw like her totem spirit, the black shark of the Southern Seas. She barely stifles a yawn as her children drag the fresh offerings before her. It was time to be a goddess as she stood at her full height a statuesque woman of dark skin and long white hair worn in braids, adorned with shark teeth. Her eyes were like those of a predator, and her gaze was not one that was held easily by mortals. She wore silver armor that was fluid on her muscled frame, stronger then the finest steel yet as light as silk. Her dark skin was adorned with silvery tattoos and runes, and her very presence brimmed with essence.
She glanced down at the offerings brought before her, they were tools of that civilized world, a place grown fat and corrupt on bloated corpse of the usurpers and their precious Realm. If they so insist on dragging Creation down into the bowels of Malfeas with their decadence then it would be her place to feast on the succulent castoffs that came her way until her horde was strong enough to bring the Realm crashing down, scourging it from existence…
But first she would need to eat…
The barbarous raiders drag their fresh prey across the beach and into the ruins of their abode. Perhaps at one time it was a grand city or fortress of the First Age, or perhaps the Shogunate; but now it was just the personal abode of the self proclaimed goddess, Ebon Maw of Infinite Agony. She was old beyond reckoning at least by these barbarous people, her children and warriors.
She reclines on her throne of stone stained red with blood and the skulls of her conquests. She was vicious, violent, and raw like her totem spirit, the black shark of the Southern Seas. She barely stifles a yawn as her children drag the fresh offerings before her. It was time to be a goddess as she stood at her full height a statuesque woman of dark skin and long white hair worn in braids, adorned with shark teeth. Her eyes were like those of a predator, and her gaze was not one that was held easily by mortals. She wore silver armor that was fluid on her muscled frame, stronger then the finest steel yet as light as silk. Her dark skin was adorned with silvery tattoos and runes, and her very presence brimmed with essence.
She glanced down at the offerings brought before her, they were tools of that civilized world, a place grown fat and corrupt on bloated corpse of the usurpers and their precious Realm. If they so insist on dragging Creation down into the bowels of Malfeas with their decadence then it would be her place to feast on the succulent castoffs that came her way until her horde was strong enough to bring the Realm crashing down, scourging it from existence…
But first she would need to eat…
