Post by Slayg on Sept 24, 2023 13:49:09 GMT -5
It was a peaceful, and beautiful day in the Korin Forest. The sun was shining bright in a blue sky, with only the occasional white, fluffy cloud floating about. Birds were singing their many songs for their many reasons. There was fruit upon many of the trees, which were only just starting to change color with the coming of autumn. Yes, it was a beautiful day.
Oh how Slayg hated beautiful days like this. The sun was too bright for eyes that were used to dark caves and deep nights, and what clouds there were provided no cover for his flight. While his shadow loomed over the land, there were no people around to appreciate it. Just dumb beasts that silenced themselves for only the briefest of moments... or, if they were small enough, beasts that ignored him entirely. And the fruit, while sweet and juicy, was not to his taste. Yes, days like this were just proof that the world had forgotten him, that nobody feared Slayg's coming any longer. Once, his mere presence would have been enough to summon storms, and all the creatures that fell under his shadow would have stayed hidden from the mere sound of his wings. And all would have paid him tribute to avoid the heat of his flames.
One of his great, bat-like ears twitched as a sound came up from the forest. A loud buzzing noise, and the grinding of saw blades on wood. Slayg had heard this sound before, but only briefly after he'd woken up. It was a "chain saw", some little motorized thing that cut through trees with the power of a giant's axe. Someone was cutting down trees...
Slayg descended, slowly banking towards the source of the noise until he could see it with his sharp eyes. He smelled the stink of "gasoline" and the machines that burped out gases when they drank it, he smelled sweat, sawdust... and then he saw the loggers. Men in strange, checker-boarded shirts and blue trousers, with boots of leather and steel, wearing yellow hats and clear spectacles. It was not just one, but a whole camp of them! With big yellow machines made of steel and little metal huts on wheels full of the many fascinating treasures of this strange time.
He landed in the midst of them with a great shaking of the earth, and as he landed he made sure his tail SMASHED one of the yellow machines to pieces. It was one of the ones that looked like a box on top of caterpillars, with a long trunk that ended in a shovel. Slayg laughed... then spoke...
"Puny mortals, you have attracted the attention of SLAYG! I am here to take your treasures, and to show you the meaning of FEAR! Those of you who still worship gods may wish to pray to them, for I shall show you no mercy..."
The loggers, who had set up the camp illegally, began to panic... running around like chickens whose heads had been cut off. Slayg laughed again, then began his slaughter and plundering...
Oh how Slayg hated beautiful days like this. The sun was too bright for eyes that were used to dark caves and deep nights, and what clouds there were provided no cover for his flight. While his shadow loomed over the land, there were no people around to appreciate it. Just dumb beasts that silenced themselves for only the briefest of moments... or, if they were small enough, beasts that ignored him entirely. And the fruit, while sweet and juicy, was not to his taste. Yes, days like this were just proof that the world had forgotten him, that nobody feared Slayg's coming any longer. Once, his mere presence would have been enough to summon storms, and all the creatures that fell under his shadow would have stayed hidden from the mere sound of his wings. And all would have paid him tribute to avoid the heat of his flames.
One of his great, bat-like ears twitched as a sound came up from the forest. A loud buzzing noise, and the grinding of saw blades on wood. Slayg had heard this sound before, but only briefly after he'd woken up. It was a "chain saw", some little motorized thing that cut through trees with the power of a giant's axe. Someone was cutting down trees...
Slayg descended, slowly banking towards the source of the noise until he could see it with his sharp eyes. He smelled the stink of "gasoline" and the machines that burped out gases when they drank it, he smelled sweat, sawdust... and then he saw the loggers. Men in strange, checker-boarded shirts and blue trousers, with boots of leather and steel, wearing yellow hats and clear spectacles. It was not just one, but a whole camp of them! With big yellow machines made of steel and little metal huts on wheels full of the many fascinating treasures of this strange time.
He landed in the midst of them with a great shaking of the earth, and as he landed he made sure his tail SMASHED one of the yellow machines to pieces. It was one of the ones that looked like a box on top of caterpillars, with a long trunk that ended in a shovel. Slayg laughed... then spoke...
"Puny mortals, you have attracted the attention of SLAYG! I am here to take your treasures, and to show you the meaning of FEAR! Those of you who still worship gods may wish to pray to them, for I shall show you no mercy..."
The loggers, who had set up the camp illegally, began to panic... running around like chickens whose heads had been cut off. Slayg laughed again, then began his slaughter and plundering...
Slayg has entered the thread! PL: 36,000
Battle Items: Battle Armor and Blood Ruby
WC: 515
Battle Items: Battle Armor and Blood Ruby
WC: 515