Post by Koramund on Mar 21, 2016 11:37:06 GMT
The red daemonic and oppressing hues of the stone beneath Koramund's feet were finally washed out for a winter white. Snow, or some strange substrate for the watery like substance, rained down and demanded the life of all those beneath it. Those that did not fall to it's icy domain was oppressed and drunk from of heat. The vast landscape of mountain ranges around him caressed a giant opening he had once come from long before. The pit was massive, but now it was full of it's broken pieces. He dragged behind him supplies that he had managed to buy off some desperate devils that most likely had slave labor. The gigantic installation was his ultimate home of atmosphere and darkness, some place where not even the ogres would care where he went. The unnatural installation would dominate the land, and make any feel at least a little impressed. A safe haven and a place to work silently away from the world. IT will do for now!
Koramund build it like a vault, using the natural stone to create a rounded disk that was at least a few thousand yards across, easily visible even from the clouds above! That is, if a giant dark hole doesn't scare off the person trying to investigate. Crimson lights danced from the hole like ashes, but also like the eyes of daemons starring up above. Stones occasionally broke free, falling from the spotty entrance to the real domain. He build it after the same named Hell Mouth from a game he once played on Earth, though this one's only semblance was the giant gaping maw-like opening to the den. The vault could be entered by walking across a long thin bridge that seemed to be held up by nothing, until you leap straight down into Darkness. The darkness would swallow all who entered it... and spit it out somewhere else.
Koramund flew through the Darkness until thousands of Green lights formed downwards. The shading was very subtle for most to just overlook it, but Human eyes could differentiate this color the best. With a few twists of his spine, Koramund would land down on his feet. A rigid and steel base stood around him, hidden from the prying eyes of any god. He would have to thank whatever powerful Daemon left it's power around, but either way, he would march on. He unleashed a blob of himself that grew into a clone and began to morph itself into a synthetic steel alloy that molded itself around the metallic base. The fleshy substance would quickly turn metallic until it curved, giving it a strange alien look to it. A blue hue was here instead of the red of the above world. It would be a little hard to adapt to the color for a new comer, but Kora was used to it.
Koramund prowled through the halls of his installation and began to cut doors and rooms out of the near pitch black stone. Only his light shined here, wherever he was. The darkness demanded attention, but what could be given to sin to fill it's maw? The puzzle was left behind as more Koramund copies flew out to do the work much faster. Tendrils flooded from each one's backs like a demented cape, all of them plucking and twitching around to fix and form.
Koramund build it like a vault, using the natural stone to create a rounded disk that was at least a few thousand yards across, easily visible even from the clouds above! That is, if a giant dark hole doesn't scare off the person trying to investigate. Crimson lights danced from the hole like ashes, but also like the eyes of daemons starring up above. Stones occasionally broke free, falling from the spotty entrance to the real domain. He build it after the same named Hell Mouth from a game he once played on Earth, though this one's only semblance was the giant gaping maw-like opening to the den. The vault could be entered by walking across a long thin bridge that seemed to be held up by nothing, until you leap straight down into Darkness. The darkness would swallow all who entered it... and spit it out somewhere else.
Koramund flew through the Darkness until thousands of Green lights formed downwards. The shading was very subtle for most to just overlook it, but Human eyes could differentiate this color the best. With a few twists of his spine, Koramund would land down on his feet. A rigid and steel base stood around him, hidden from the prying eyes of any god. He would have to thank whatever powerful Daemon left it's power around, but either way, he would march on. He unleashed a blob of himself that grew into a clone and began to morph itself into a synthetic steel alloy that molded itself around the metallic base. The fleshy substance would quickly turn metallic until it curved, giving it a strange alien look to it. A blue hue was here instead of the red of the above world. It would be a little hard to adapt to the color for a new comer, but Kora was used to it.
Koramund prowled through the halls of his installation and began to cut doors and rooms out of the near pitch black stone. Only his light shined here, wherever he was. The darkness demanded attention, but what could be given to sin to fill it's maw? The puzzle was left behind as more Koramund copies flew out to do the work much faster. Tendrils flooded from each one's backs like a demented cape, all of them plucking and twitching around to fix and form.