Post by Madax Vodrex on Sept 18, 2007 16:37:06 GMT -5
Madax appeared outside of the cave’s entrance. How sad this was, having to speak to creatures that were once worshipped by him. At least that was what Madax believed them be. He had yet to see a being with more power than an Old One, not even Gods had such a power. Looking around, Madax saw nothing, but knew he was not alone. He could smell the presence of mystical powers aligning around him. He could already read the signs of trials in order to speak with them. An almost too easy task for the Old One himself.
“Send your trials Powers and lets get this over with…” Madax whispered to himself. He knew that they were probably the only ones who had the answers that the Old One was searching for, and he knew that they could help him. Before anything could happen, however, Madax transformed into his true form, his demon-shell form. He stood ever-so still, feeling the earth beneath his feet slowly rotating, feeling the small draft hit his hardened skin, and waiting for the Powers to send him his first task as he stood still with his arms crossed.
“Send your trials Powers and lets get this over with…” Madax whispered to himself. He knew that they were probably the only ones who had the answers that the Old One was searching for, and he knew that they could help him. Before anything could happen, however, Madax transformed into his true form, his demon-shell form. He stood ever-so still, feeling the earth beneath his feet slowly rotating, feeling the small draft hit his hardened skin, and waiting for the Powers to send him his first task as he stood still with his arms crossed.
