Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 17:58:23 GMT -6
The waves smashed against the ship as it neared land. It was mid-day, but the storm in the sky made it black as night. The fleet was a mass of death, ghost like in nature they creeped across the horizon to their destination...Asemon. One hundred ships, 40,000 men, and nearly 2000 pokemon. The flagship towering over all the rest, and was at head of the fleet. All the sails were black, signaling what awaited all who oppose this mighty army. From the deck below a figure immersed. A tall mountain of a man, wearing a horned helm, spiked plate armor, and an absurdly large bastard sword at his back. Each step seemed to shake the ship as he neared the helm.
"Prepare...the men for landfall. The Astrapi expect us to be ready to march in two days." His voice was menacing. The vary presents of it, chilled the spins of his men who were just as imposing.
Illum looked out at the land, "At last I have returned."
In his head he thought of one thing...revenge. He had waited many years since his humiliating defeat at the hand of his pupil, and fate saw it fit to bring him back to Asemon.
"Prepare...the men for landfall. The Astrapi expect us to be ready to march in two days." His voice was menacing. The vary presents of it, chilled the spins of his men who were just as imposing.
Illum looked out at the land, "At last I have returned."
In his head he thought of one thing...revenge. He had waited many years since his humiliating defeat at the hand of his pupil, and fate saw it fit to bring him back to Asemon.
