Post by m!chelle--✗ on Sept 3, 2007 9:07:59 GMT -5
||Appearance||
This egg's shell is a deep, shiny black, like the deepest shadow of night.
Crimson streaks slash across it's surface, and a sickly blood-red glow seeps through these.
It is about the size of a foot-ball, but seems lighter that it should, as if hollow.
The sounds of dying souls scream from within, and a feeling of great pain and loss overwhelms anyone who ventures near.
If one were brave enough to pick it up, a honey-coated, sickly sweet voice would worm into their mind and twist them to do the egg's bidding.
||History||
This egg was brought into the world at a time of great peril. The lands were at war, and the world seemed to be stained with blood.
Many magical eggs were being created by the enemies of Tarlonia using dark magic. These eggs were not like others; they hatched to be mindless killing machines that the enemies would set loose on Tarlonia's shores to wreak havoc.
One egg, however, somehow came with it's own mind, and resisted the control that twisted the minds of the other eggs.
This one escaped before it was hatched, coaxing a trader to bring it onto his ship as he crossed to Tarlonia with smuggled supplies for the army.
Once on the mainland, the egg went into hiding, buried under the bodies of those lost in the war. Finally, it was discovered by a small boy. He carried the egg from the West Village all the way to a trader in Traveler's Meet without knowing what he was doing. A few months later, the same boy became suddenly sick and passed away. He had remembered the egg's sweet voice, and tried to tell his grandmother, but every time he tried, before he could say anything, coughing fits ripped at his chest, and he was never able to tell anyone of the egg's existance.
This egg's shell is a deep, shiny black, like the deepest shadow of night.
Crimson streaks slash across it's surface, and a sickly blood-red glow seeps through these.
It is about the size of a foot-ball, but seems lighter that it should, as if hollow.
The sounds of dying souls scream from within, and a feeling of great pain and loss overwhelms anyone who ventures near.
If one were brave enough to pick it up, a honey-coated, sickly sweet voice would worm into their mind and twist them to do the egg's bidding.
||History||
This egg was brought into the world at a time of great peril. The lands were at war, and the world seemed to be stained with blood.
Many magical eggs were being created by the enemies of Tarlonia using dark magic. These eggs were not like others; they hatched to be mindless killing machines that the enemies would set loose on Tarlonia's shores to wreak havoc.
One egg, however, somehow came with it's own mind, and resisted the control that twisted the minds of the other eggs.
This one escaped before it was hatched, coaxing a trader to bring it onto his ship as he crossed to Tarlonia with smuggled supplies for the army.
Once on the mainland, the egg went into hiding, buried under the bodies of those lost in the war. Finally, it was discovered by a small boy. He carried the egg from the West Village all the way to a trader in Traveler's Meet without knowing what he was doing. A few months later, the same boy became suddenly sick and passed away. He had remembered the egg's sweet voice, and tried to tell his grandmother, but every time he tried, before he could say anything, coughing fits ripped at his chest, and he was never able to tell anyone of the egg's existance.