roleplay696 Legends

Short Story ~ 1: Dreaming of Black

   

    The planet, Now a nameless orb no 'one remembers but years ago. Trillions of billions of years ago it was a land of fantasy and magic. A massive empire made up of various kingdoms on its massive surface. A planet roughly ten times the size of earth, of human like beings of immense strength and power. That is until the storm arrived.

       The storm was not a cloud or at least not one made of air. It was a massive inky blackness traveling at incredible speed throughout the universe as if flung by some invisible force. This massive collection of inky black viscous liquid was ripping a part as it flew through not just one universe but several unable to stop itself. Eventually it began to slow and it was able to catch what was left of its form. Its form that needed to be replenished. 

     This horrible collection of black liquid like a massive ooze found itself over this planet as it began to spread to cover the planets sky. The people below looked up in horror as this dark spreading pool of black liquid began to darken the sky in every direction. As the Liquid spread out as much as it could it began to rain. Little droplets of black inky liquid. It would hit the ground and form pools. The pools would animate as small black ooze monsters and begin to move. Anything it would touch it would envelop and devour, absorb and melt. As it did the black ooze monsters would slowly get bigger. Soon the growing black ooze monsters had assaulted the empire, The smaller ones could be splattered with magic or spiritual energy attacks causing it to be possible to fight them back. But the rain... The black inky rain wouldn't stop. No matter how many were splattered more would simply form. Soon monsters were eating and absorbing entire villages, armies and even cities. Some of them grew to sizes comparable to oceans as a flood of inky liquid fell upon the greatest strongholds of the planet like tidal waves of disintegration. 

   The last bastion of defense. The emperor in his throne.. a chair made of silver and gold. Shivering like a newly born babe and crying in anguish and fear so thick you could taste it. Protected by only one remaining loyal servant. An arch mage... The most powerful mage of his age. A man with black hair wearing red robes that complimented his elegant good looks. He had pointed ears like an elf and piercing grey colored eyes. His eyes were closed as he maintained concentration on a spell he had cast around the throne room. A protective spell that maintained a barrier of various colors, As the various floods of black inky destruction smashed against his forcefield he was able to disintegrate large portions of it with just the  will of his mind. Eventually though the king let out a scream which caused him to lose concentration. The nameless... now nameless and forgotten mage looked to his king to see had he made a mistake? Did that horrible inky perversion of nature get through to envelop the one he protected? No. The monarch had simply lost what was left of his breaking nerves. The mage quickly turned toward the door again hoping to maintain the power of his spell but it was too late. The door burst open as the inky black liquid rushed in like a flood bursting in too drown all in their wake.

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   The man suddenly woke up in a panic sitting up. He let out a sigh before getting out of his bed and walking to his mirror. As he looked into the mirror he saw the face of the nameless mage from the dream staring back at him. Except that his gray eyes had long since turned black and he had recently changed his style so that he no longer wore red. He say streams of that inky black liquid pouring from his eyes down his face. Galipher let out a sigh and spoke to no 'one who could hear him "How strong were you... that you can still make me cry these lifetimes later?"