A flash of lightning tore through the midnight sky. An eerie light cast out from it, illuminating the great city of Atrevale. Rain glistened off of the helms of the guards upon the thick, efficacious walls of the city. It ran down, splashing into the torrential rapids miles beneath the bridge leading towards to gate. A vast line of people stood drenched, waiting desperately for shelter from whatever lurked in the lush fauna behind them.
Suddenly, loud cracks of hooves against stone rang out at the start of the bridge.
“Stop!” a deep voice cried, panting. The guards raised their lances, and the gate came crashing down. As his steed brought him closer to the gate, his figure was made clearer; a head was covered in long wet hair, flowing down upon glowing chainmail. Over the chains he wore a tabard, coated with the bright red dragon emblem of Atrevale.
“It’s Lord Valenbrand,” one guard shouted through a thick accent, “at the ready!”
“Seal the gates! They’re here! The Val’tekan are here!” the guards each drew their swords from beside them, stepping forward from their posts. Lord Valenbrand swung the reins of his horse with a vicious rage, and urged it to run onwards. Before he could react, he watched as the faces of the men and women waiting to enter the city tore apart, unleashing long wet tongues covered in spikes. Their eyes …show more content…
The force of the demon launched him off of his horse, launching him backwards towards the edge of the bridge. He quickly gathered himself and drew his broadsword before it could attack again. On it’s second pounce, he swung his sword just in time to parry it’s claws, but it wasn’t enough; the creature ripped through his steel sword with it’s tongue, tearing through his face as though it were butter. A splash of blood erupted from the hole where his eye and skull had once been, before the monster moved on to drilling through his
Suddenly, loud cracks of hooves against stone rang out at the start of the bridge.
“Stop!” a deep voice cried, panting. The guards raised their lances, and the gate came crashing down. As his steed brought him closer to the gate, his figure was made clearer; a head was covered in long wet hair, flowing down upon glowing chainmail. Over the chains he wore a tabard, coated with the bright red dragon emblem of Atrevale.
“It’s Lord Valenbrand,” one guard shouted through a thick accent, “at the ready!”
“Seal the gates! They’re here! The Val’tekan are here!” the guards each drew their swords from beside them, stepping forward from their posts. Lord Valenbrand swung the reins of his horse with a vicious rage, and urged it to run onwards. Before he could react, he watched as the faces of the men and women waiting to enter the city tore apart, unleashing long wet tongues covered in spikes. Their eyes …show more content…
The force of the demon launched him off of his horse, launching him backwards towards the edge of the bridge. He quickly gathered himself and drew his broadsword before it could attack again. On it’s second pounce, he swung his sword just in time to parry it’s claws, but it wasn’t enough; the creature ripped through his steel sword with it’s tongue, tearing through his face as though it were butter. A splash of blood erupted from the hole where his eye and skull had once been, before the monster moved on to drilling through his