Post by The Storyteller on Nov 4, 2012 17:44:53 GMT -5
CLAN LEADER BERJUL
The earthquake. The lava. The destruction.
He loved all of it, and as he watched from his mountain, Berjul started to laugh. He raised his mighty spear in front of his tribe, the lava destroying all in its path in the background.
"BROTHERS AND SISTERS. The prophecies have been fulfilled. In the first day of winter, there shall be fire and destruction that will mark the conquest of Dheynor. Thousands of years ago, we were all enslaved to a man that failed bring us glory and only gave us death! Now is the time to strike, now is the time to attack, now is the time to unite! Take the mountain pass along with the other tribes, and let's bathe in blood and death! A NEW DAY IS COMING!"
Everyone yelled, roared and cheered. "START THE FIRES. LET THE FLAMES OF UNITY SPREAD, LET THE HORDES COME TOGETHER!"
Come dawn, Dheynor would face its end.
