True Terror of the Skies[solo]
Apr 19, 2015 21:42:04 GMT -6
Post by Ilheod on Apr 19, 2015 21:42:04 GMT -6
The cool sacaen night air rushed past, sending chills through the spine of the middle-aged Wyvern commander as he stood atop a roof to one of the stone buildings within Sacae's City of Heroes. He had arrived upon request from a letter. Seth had brought it to him. A smith from the City of Heroes had collected remains from the monsters felled by the Nightwings. One of the buildings that they had used as a perch through out the City of heroes invasion. While keeping a constant view of the surrounding siege he was able to better manage his lads orders to defend the city initially. However he had become so accustomed to using that building as their little point of origin that they had all but centralized around it when all hell broke loose. Literally. When the zombies and gargoyles took to the field they had focused their original defensive formations around that building and the ones near it. Ilheod had even met the Sacaen smith through out the siege; the man insisting on helping to tend their spears and ensure they were up to par. If he hadn't? Ilheod's spear might have been the only one to actually kill the toughened hides of the winged devils.
Even as the wyvern lord knelt atop the roof, patting the large midnight blue Wyvern Astraeus who sat aside him; spear clutched in his fingers tightly as he closed his eyes to remember each sensation. The force he had to put into each thrust even with his weapon to kill them. The resistance of their skin as his weapon tore into them, and even the soreness in his muscles when rending and sundering their bones. The horde had not been fully eradicated; but they had been thinned out in his units frantic defense. Perhaps it was in a form of thanks. Upon arriving, the man had taken his measurements.
Enough of the remains of the gargoyles had been gathered that the smith had wished to repay Ilheod in a way only a smith could. Forging. However where most were used to smithies creating plate or chainmail armor; the sacaen smith was experienced in blades and primarily hide armor. Him making armor out of their bones and skin was a task few had probably ever attempted or even made a go around at. For all the Bernese captain knew..he was the only one in history to have such. He gazed down now at first his arms. The tight bound armor felt far lighter in weight than the heavy crimson plated armor he usually wore. However he knew it was just as reliable to protect him; if not greater. The design of bone segment that was coiled around his torso and even upon his shoulders where large skull like designed pauldrons were fastened seemed almost reminiscent of the very demons he had killed to allow the armor to be made. Even the coat like leather made of demonic devilkin skin was stronger than traditional leather; gargoyle skin draped around him like a heavy coat. It looked almost weighty, yet he found the suit weighed very little. The mask that covered his face from his nose down had actual functionality.
It covered his mouth in a way that allowed him to breathe safely while mid flight regardless of the speed or altitude, mostly. He had full grip and mobility as well, with the armor more flexible. It was something he wasn't really expecting; nor imagined he'd ever receive. An absurd notion, that a man would wear armor made of demon spawn flesh. It fit though, the title he'd been called lately atleast. As he moved about the town some had started calling him Devilslayer. Though he was satisfied he had slain Hargus, he did not bask in the title. It..was fitting though that he looked so terrifying in it. He would wear the armor proudly, if it would serve as proof that there were darker things in the world than simply men...and that he; like any other man could best them. Striding over to the edge of the roof, Ilheid whistled loudly. Astraeus stood and slowly spread his wings. Ilheod, in his new armor, mounted his wyvern and launched upwards into the night sky. It still bothered him within lingering depths in the back of his mind. That creatures like them could be out there. Perhaps now they'd know. They were not above men. They were not above death; and if they didn't know? The new terror of the skies would arrive unto them. No foul demon or anything born of darkness. It was a different nightmare. One only humanity could deliver unto them...and it would.
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Even as the wyvern lord knelt atop the roof, patting the large midnight blue Wyvern Astraeus who sat aside him; spear clutched in his fingers tightly as he closed his eyes to remember each sensation. The force he had to put into each thrust even with his weapon to kill them. The resistance of their skin as his weapon tore into them, and even the soreness in his muscles when rending and sundering their bones. The horde had not been fully eradicated; but they had been thinned out in his units frantic defense. Perhaps it was in a form of thanks. Upon arriving, the man had taken his measurements.
Enough of the remains of the gargoyles had been gathered that the smith had wished to repay Ilheod in a way only a smith could. Forging. However where most were used to smithies creating plate or chainmail armor; the sacaen smith was experienced in blades and primarily hide armor. Him making armor out of their bones and skin was a task few had probably ever attempted or even made a go around at. For all the Bernese captain knew..he was the only one in history to have such. He gazed down now at first his arms. The tight bound armor felt far lighter in weight than the heavy crimson plated armor he usually wore. However he knew it was just as reliable to protect him; if not greater. The design of bone segment that was coiled around his torso and even upon his shoulders where large skull like designed pauldrons were fastened seemed almost reminiscent of the very demons he had killed to allow the armor to be made. Even the coat like leather made of demonic devilkin skin was stronger than traditional leather; gargoyle skin draped around him like a heavy coat. It looked almost weighty, yet he found the suit weighed very little. The mask that covered his face from his nose down had actual functionality.
It covered his mouth in a way that allowed him to breathe safely while mid flight regardless of the speed or altitude, mostly. He had full grip and mobility as well, with the armor more flexible. It was something he wasn't really expecting; nor imagined he'd ever receive. An absurd notion, that a man would wear armor made of demon spawn flesh. It fit though, the title he'd been called lately atleast. As he moved about the town some had started calling him Devilslayer. Though he was satisfied he had slain Hargus, he did not bask in the title. It..was fitting though that he looked so terrifying in it. He would wear the armor proudly, if it would serve as proof that there were darker things in the world than simply men...and that he; like any other man could best them. Striding over to the edge of the roof, Ilheid whistled loudly. Astraeus stood and slowly spread his wings. Ilheod, in his new armor, mounted his wyvern and launched upwards into the night sky. It still bothered him within lingering depths in the back of his mind. That creatures like them could be out there. Perhaps now they'd know. They were not above men. They were not above death; and if they didn't know? The new terror of the skies would arrive unto them. No foul demon or anything born of darkness. It was a different nightmare. One only humanity could deliver unto them...and it would.
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