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Post by maineshados on Aug 24, 2014 16:56:25 GMT -8
A isolated, desolate, desert of a field filled with no signs of life and the remains of the grand battle between angels and demons. The field scatter with jagged rocks and a endless bound of sand, sometimes having vicious sandstorms. During very hot days the sand itself would turned to glass and combine with the sandstorms, it would rip to shreds the flesh of humans. The skeletons, themselves, tell many stories of the what happened on an singular level, with a giant corpse with horns impaled with a fleet of weapons. The rumors says that was the devil during his final days and the sword impaled in its head is an legendary weapon that ended his reign. The field barred of all life ,no one knowing why except for the four horsemens, having the angels' armor going from shining white to dull and cracked, the demon's armor that gave off dark energy that would absorb the souls of the weak but now might shatter to the slightest touch. The array of various demonic and angelic weapons, some of the weapons giving off the energy of the owner and the weapons of the very strong still gives off the hue of the owner's power to their, with the angels weapons giving off a holy light and the demons weapons giving off dark energy. At certain times you can hear the thunderous pounding of the hooves of the four horsemens horse in the background. The icy wind howling at night with the whispers of the damned and dead, while the skeletons of the dead may raise to war again. The area usually vacated by the War horseman using it as his shortcut to areas, while anyone else who enters be wary because it might be your last trip like the rest of the brave and foolish souls
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