Judgement of the Divine.

(OOC: Not fully a fantasy, but so diverse and versitile that it has the chance to be all but one.

On the wind asunder did the sky ride forth into the great night which seemed to be challenging the dawn for the right to exist longer than was ment to be. Here at the brink of the skys did the azure color mount itself for the crowning which was to become the throne of night, and ever yet be seen as that which it was: darkness. Ever still were the motions which called into action that which had been lost so long ago; and yet it stilled itself in the night glroy which was slowly coming to rule over the world. What sad thoughts could be grinded into the mind of whatever celestial being which had been forsaken so long to the world? Even in thier divinity they were chastised for so long, and yet they kept not their glory from fading by allowing thier furry to rage into the promise of forsaken hearts. To the world it would seem that any which could have gained providence would have been lost, and yet in a single moment it would seem that all that had been giving had lost the divine glroy of which it had started with. Stilled in the night glory was what had been wished, and even so it was slow to pass. What could claim hold? Who would be the valience which would come and sweep the abyssal misfortune that had now come to keep the lands forever more? Only in the sill of the night had such dawns been brought, and yet here it seemed as if the choice and fate had already been set:



To the hallows of the night only one stood to welcome the judgment which was soon to be laid on the world; ages untold of furry would now be released to the impudent world which had growen to a form of caustic attiude toward the very creator which had loved them so. Standing on that which had been said to be the brink of eternity, he watched in stillness that which was to bring out the judgement of the divine. The audacity with which the defiance had come would no longer reign in glory or power, for that which had been lost, was to once again be found in the hands which had been called master. As he stood on the brink, he watched as the world lay slumbering in the night. The beautiful sea in the sky above washed over the world like waves crashing in the walls of the ocean. Any whom laid eyes upon it would have fell down, awash in glory. Only he stood on the brink this night, only he could have paid due witniss to such divine justace as was laid forth. O' the beauty which had been cast this night would bring upon him such ecstacy, for tonight was the night on which the holy had due planned out to be that which would reclaim the throne of the world.



In the skys he saw all that was coming, as the washing sins of the world were to be cleansed. Jubalent were those which knew he right by which this night was being carried out. Only to this would the world have to answer to, and only to that would they bring forth any contenance which could save them. They were indeed sinners in the hands of an angry god; only now to be judged upon by such a blight as this. How the heavens would weep at the sight of the great spear as it sailed threw the night sky, coming to lay judgement on those who had so left it behind. It seemed only so long for it to now becoming, as was told so long ago. Those who had known of it's coming had long since warned, being sprinted away to be protected from the harsh judgement which was ment to be poured out on this night. Keeping into his own thoughts kept him from crying out as he stood on the brink, for though he was happy, the saint could only cry for those now lost forever to the world. What was one city to the world to show them the way to righteousness? The darkness had reigned long enough under the cloak of valor and honor, the deed was done, and now it would be washed from the world; being made pure as the unfallen snow.



Only now, as the plummet had started, would those who judgement was being laid on appear out into the brink of night; such a cry would be hallowed through the night as it came forth and plunged into the night. Taking with that, the distruction was now in it's final stages. Soon the justifacation would no longer be needed, soon, they would no longer matter. As the hordes screamed and cursed their blindness, he stood and wept for them that were now paying the price for the hardened hearts; how could he not? Only now did they see their wrong path, so far gone that they still captivated themselfs as gods and immortals. A sad sight it was to see such. He could only bring himself to lay upon the ground on his face, begging the divinity to spare at least a few, who would come to the aid of those lost? He cried forth, for mercy and justice, and yet it was being delivered as had been earned. No tranquility would be found on this night, the night which judgement had been lain forth. None.

OOC: As of right now this thread is locked untill I can compile a host of role players to participate. Also, this is not the main thread, it is simply the start. The role playing post will be given when and If I see that there is interest in the role play. If not I will simply erase it from the site. If I can, will a mod Lock this page untill farther notice from me?

Yeah, this didn't work out here. moved

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