Post by Thoru on Jun 19, 2010 20:28:40 GMT
My name? It’s Thoru. I am all that remains of the Shadow Sential army. I am a Master of the ways of darkness, one of the five Lords of Darkness. Thus my other name, Lord Thoru. The other 4 are probably dead now, or they might be searching for the same things as me, the armors of power. It’s unknown how many of the armors exist but there have been sightings of at least five. One for each Lord? No, that’s not possible. My destiny was never pre-determined. I am a Doom Knight. My armor shows that fact well. A dark shade of blood red, spikes on the shoulders. An almost tentacle-like weaving around the lower legs and upper shoulders. The helmet spits a dark energy from the eyes, blood red to strike fear into my enemies. The cape is tattered and worn from countless battles. The blade is the soul of it though. The blade is sleek and dark red, it practically SCREAMS power! I received this armor from the Master Zentuller. He was the original leader. I have taken over for him seeing as he was killed. How was he killed? Well let me tell you.
It all started during the Golden Onslaught, the ‘Good’ King Aldein was captured by his former soldier. Oh the irony. We laughed at him, as we saw him trapped in a cage. We had broken into the lair to stop Maximillion’s Golden Army, and had beaten all so we were on our way to defeat Max when we found the dungeon. There he was, the King, trapped like a rat. I was second in command so I ordered a foot soldier to kill him. He obliged or so I thought. My decision not to kill him myself is what caused the destruction of my people. We went on to fight the battle with Maximillion, without a care until I heard an ominous rumbling.
It was the King. He had been released by the foot soldier. That ‘soldier’ was a traitor! I saw him and unleashed a Howling Doom Blast on him. The soldier was turned to dust. The King turned to me. I laughed at him! He tried to send a Shining Dragon Furry at me but I became the Darkness, the emptiness in ones soul. That hollow feeling in your gut when you know defeat, that's me. Using that power I went back to the ShadowLare for I thought that Master would be there. He was not. I immediately went back.
There he was lying on the ground. Dead. My master was dead. The one I had trained under was dead. I leaped towards Aldein and.
It all started during the Golden Onslaught, the ‘Good’ King Aldein was captured by his former soldier. Oh the irony. We laughed at him, as we saw him trapped in a cage. We had broken into the lair to stop Maximillion’s Golden Army, and had beaten all so we were on our way to defeat Max when we found the dungeon. There he was, the King, trapped like a rat. I was second in command so I ordered a foot soldier to kill him. He obliged or so I thought. My decision not to kill him myself is what caused the destruction of my people. We went on to fight the battle with Maximillion, without a care until I heard an ominous rumbling.
It was the King. He had been released by the foot soldier. That ‘soldier’ was a traitor! I saw him and unleashed a Howling Doom Blast on him. The soldier was turned to dust. The King turned to me. I laughed at him! He tried to send a Shining Dragon Furry at me but I became the Darkness, the emptiness in ones soul. That hollow feeling in your gut when you know defeat, that's me. Using that power I went back to the ShadowLare for I thought that Master would be there. He was not. I immediately went back.
There he was lying on the ground. Dead. My master was dead. The one I had trained under was dead. I leaped towards Aldein and.