Post by Lord Reivaan on Oct 19, 2009 23:08:11 GMT -5
Deep in the magical Lands that Trinity and Chaos have battled on for thousands of years there exists an evil of war unlike anything any man has ever seen before. While the armies of Zeia lack a mind and will, they are obedient. While Trinity's Armies are driven and strong of heart, they possess the ability to fear. Yet there was a third army that existed in the land, one that had no color other than dark gray and black when lacking a fresh coating of crimson. They are monsters who are never seen during a battle unless at night, and their strength and cunning is rumored to be so great that a thousand men perished in one night when they attacked. They are the essence of death and human loss, thought only to exist in fairy tales, but they are as real as all the magic in the world.
They are called the Corpse Eater and they have no language, no religion, now magic, no loyalty, and no unifying factor other than the urge to eat. No one, not even the mightiest of Corpse Eaters knows how they came to be, just that they were transformed into something that lives to eat the flesh of the living in a canabalistic flurry of claws and teeth. Their bodies have become warped like elastic and their bones hard as stone. Their teeth yellowed with scum and their hearts blackened with the dried blood of others. They are not as mindless as the zombie though, and they have retained enough of their humanity to be far more cunning and these walking Nightmares seek to purge the lands of everything living as a means to feast.
On the night the Versha landed, it was a good night for the Corpse Eaters, a battle had been waged on land and they ate in the shadows outside the Chaos gates. However a smell of salted mean rose over the flesh of the hacked and bloodied bodies, something rare, something delicate. Bodies, navy bodies, bloodied and rotten were washing upon the shore and the smell of burning flesh, piles of corpses being cooked to perfection. Their senses tingled and they charged in silently towards the camps of the Versha, looking for new food.
(Corpse Eater count, 1000)
They are called the Corpse Eater and they have no language, no religion, now magic, no loyalty, and no unifying factor other than the urge to eat. No one, not even the mightiest of Corpse Eaters knows how they came to be, just that they were transformed into something that lives to eat the flesh of the living in a canabalistic flurry of claws and teeth. Their bodies have become warped like elastic and their bones hard as stone. Their teeth yellowed with scum and their hearts blackened with the dried blood of others. They are not as mindless as the zombie though, and they have retained enough of their humanity to be far more cunning and these walking Nightmares seek to purge the lands of everything living as a means to feast.
On the night the Versha landed, it was a good night for the Corpse Eaters, a battle had been waged on land and they ate in the shadows outside the Chaos gates. However a smell of salted mean rose over the flesh of the hacked and bloodied bodies, something rare, something delicate. Bodies, navy bodies, bloodied and rotten were washing upon the shore and the smell of burning flesh, piles of corpses being cooked to perfection. Their senses tingled and they charged in silently towards the camps of the Versha, looking for new food.
(Corpse Eater count, 1000)