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by FantaBadger on Sat Oct 09, 2010 10:44 pm
Ok, the fucking internet is preventing me from posting in the IC. So, therefore, I will post it here in until such a time that I do not have to deal with retarded computers such as mine:
Sonitus rattled against the cage of divine energy that enchained her, lashing out and scream with none able to observe and no other sound within aside from the message that repeated itself in an endless loop. Living in the Light's words made the demon fume with anger, she wanted revenge for this prison but more to stop the irritating voice that after an unknowable amount of time fragmented her already broken mind further. She focused some of her remaining demonic energy and used it to attack the sound, to stop the incessant drone from reaching her ears but save it for a time that she might be able to seek her revenge. A massive earthquake shook the entire planet, the Drean protected themselves well and their homes were not fully destroyed as they were better suited to enduring the chaotic weather patterns of Erratin but the Karrn were unlikely to be so fortunate. With it came the sound to hysterical laughter, the demon had succeeded in removing the annoyance but there was something wrong within the trap, or rather, something missing. It was sound. Now there was only silence that surrounded this deity of music and sound, truly alone in Light's prison. The demon was afraid.
Meanwhile, the Dreans knew they were fighting a losing battle against the invaders. Their numbers were limitless, always pouring through the portal to their world and on their beloved and once keenly desired Zelos there was a dark stain of their presence. Even more concerning was the change in the twin suns, their light was different and had an ill effect on almost all creatures of the planet. Plants withered, animals dropped dead of a strange sickness and the entire planet seemed assaulted by the harmonious energy that poured from it. New organisms appeared, threatening the existing creatures by competition for already dwindling food sources. The Drean were no different from the other animals, every so often the Karrn would find one dead on the ground with no marks other than what appeared to be unnatural, spreading burn marks that sometimes shined with brilliance. Many of the creatures began to adapt to the change, as was their nature, and the Drean took more to the night, sleeping and hiding during the day. Their cities had not been found yet due to their unusual design and appearance but if they did not somehow deal with Malthorn's forces soon it would only be a matter of time before the Balms attacked. They would never submit to any oppressing force, their minds were made to be free and creative, so a poetic 'solution' was devised to show that they were not afraid to fight for freedom and to give some hope of survival for their species.
One night their army appeared shockingly close to the portal, millions of Drean with teeth and weapons bared descended upon the unprepared Karrn and their 'divine' masters with shocking ferocity. Their fighting prowess was unmatched, slaughtering countless of the invaders as they reached the portal and began to attack it as well. ((It's your choice whether or not they succeed.)) Soon, though, the enemy numbers proved too great as they knew they would, many Drean now falling in battle. After what could have been days they would finally all appear to be dead but that impact of their last stand was immense, there would be untold destruction to their fortresses and encampments with many dead or dying. So great was the number of Drean now lying lifeless in the mud, or the few captured, that it would be assumed that they were now extinct or very close to it. They would become legendary creatures of myth to the invaders; demon-like creatures of song and mischief protecting the remaining wilds of Erratin. Sonitus, too, would be referred to in myths and legends as the demonic master of all that is chaotic and creative in the soul. A demon bound in unbreakable chains by a god for her crimes.
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