Post by Gruhll on Feb 19, 2010 20:03:33 GMT -5
The sun slowly setting casts long shadows from the great city of Moruliima, vibrant colors of orange and purple settle into the night sky. The time has come...
A great bestial howl echoes through the forests near Moruliima, shadows begin to move darting and gathering in the brush. As the last echoes of the great howl fades it is joined by a chorus of mongrel yowls yelps and howling.
Drums begin to play announcing his approach, as the host of shadows leaves the safety of the treeline torches are lit illuminating the vast collection of Gnolls, playing drums, shamans dancing and singing in there guttural growling language, appeasing the spirits of moon, sun and darkness.
Leading them towards the city wall he walks, his great mace Kings Bane easily resting across his shoulders. Its sickly green runes glowing faintly against the fading sunlight. blood and dirt stained leathers covering his body, his black coat spiking through the gaps, yellow eyes piercing through the dark as the approach the gates.
"My lord...I am not so sure dis will be a goot idea...."
The beast glares at him and snarls, the human lowers his head and takes a step back, knowing better then to annoy his master. The host of beasts approaches the gates and stops their dancing and singing, all of them now focused on the chieftain. The greenskin guards stand firm, that is until the beast hefts Kings Bane, easily the height of any of them, with one arm and plants the head against the ground, resting his claws on the pommel. He snarls something to the human at his left who steps forward.
"I speak on behalf of the chieftain of the pack, Gruhll the Black We wish to speak with the ruler of this city, to discuss a proposition of peace... But please hurry, Gruhll does not like to be kept waitink."
Whispers among the guards rattle through the gates as more approach, one goblin runs off in the direction of the castle, the rest stand before the pack as Gruhll's yellow eyes leer out from his leather helmet, looking each of them over in turn.
A great bestial howl echoes through the forests near Moruliima, shadows begin to move darting and gathering in the brush. As the last echoes of the great howl fades it is joined by a chorus of mongrel yowls yelps and howling.
Drums begin to play announcing his approach, as the host of shadows leaves the safety of the treeline torches are lit illuminating the vast collection of Gnolls, playing drums, shamans dancing and singing in there guttural growling language, appeasing the spirits of moon, sun and darkness.
Leading them towards the city wall he walks, his great mace Kings Bane easily resting across his shoulders. Its sickly green runes glowing faintly against the fading sunlight. blood and dirt stained leathers covering his body, his black coat spiking through the gaps, yellow eyes piercing through the dark as the approach the gates.
"My lord...I am not so sure dis will be a goot idea...."
The beast glares at him and snarls, the human lowers his head and takes a step back, knowing better then to annoy his master. The host of beasts approaches the gates and stops their dancing and singing, all of them now focused on the chieftain. The greenskin guards stand firm, that is until the beast hefts Kings Bane, easily the height of any of them, with one arm and plants the head against the ground, resting his claws on the pommel. He snarls something to the human at his left who steps forward.
"I speak on behalf of the chieftain of the pack, Gruhll the Black We wish to speak with the ruler of this city, to discuss a proposition of peace... But please hurry, Gruhll does not like to be kept waitink."
Whispers among the guards rattle through the gates as more approach, one goblin runs off in the direction of the castle, the rest stand before the pack as Gruhll's yellow eyes leer out from his leather helmet, looking each of them over in turn.
