Post by hunter on Jun 13, 2006 3:47:55 GMT
Tyrael walked down the up and down the halls of the Thern and Rael's fortress. He noticed several low caliber guards staring at his massive frame. He turned to one and swatted him to the ground, he stared at the other as he tore down the hall.
Tyrael was growning impatient. He had already heard about Gerold's failure. He wasn't happy for his 'friend'. But then neither was anyone else. But he knew Gerold had encountered something unreal, The Last Colossus. Cody Evans. Reports had come back that Damian Armond the Circle's leader was missing or dead. That could only mean one thing, Cody Evans was still alive. The Circle had failed. Tales of the exploits of that Colossus had spread and he was growing to become a legend. He had to be stopped. Once and for all. Tyrael would as soon as Gerold meet with him gather his Brutes and march into the Golden Lands making a war that no one could stop. His brutes were trained in everykind of war. Their craft was perfect far above the normal standard soldiers. They had literally oblitertad the Colossus. Except Cody Evans. WHERE WAS GEROLD? He was late. Tyrael leaned back against the stone walls of the hall and relaxed. Gerold would return and he would meet him with the new orders for both them. Tyreal could wait no longer as he walked into the barracks his thousands of men, the Brutes stood up at attention. All of his men were massive strong and brutal violent indivudulas.
"MEN WE MOVE TONIGHT! THE BRUTES WILL STRIKE DOWN ALL WHO OPPOSE US! LET THIS BE THE DAY OF RECOKNING FOR THE GOLDEN LANDS! We will first blast through all who oppose us as we march towards, Calamere. Arm yourselfs. We march at dawn." Tyreal turned grinning, "THIS IS OUR TIME!"
Tyrael was growning impatient. He had already heard about Gerold's failure. He wasn't happy for his 'friend'. But then neither was anyone else. But he knew Gerold had encountered something unreal, The Last Colossus. Cody Evans. Reports had come back that Damian Armond the Circle's leader was missing or dead. That could only mean one thing, Cody Evans was still alive. The Circle had failed. Tales of the exploits of that Colossus had spread and he was growing to become a legend. He had to be stopped. Once and for all. Tyrael would as soon as Gerold meet with him gather his Brutes and march into the Golden Lands making a war that no one could stop. His brutes were trained in everykind of war. Their craft was perfect far above the normal standard soldiers. They had literally oblitertad the Colossus. Except Cody Evans. WHERE WAS GEROLD? He was late. Tyrael leaned back against the stone walls of the hall and relaxed. Gerold would return and he would meet him with the new orders for both them. Tyreal could wait no longer as he walked into the barracks his thousands of men, the Brutes stood up at attention. All of his men were massive strong and brutal violent indivudulas.
"MEN WE MOVE TONIGHT! THE BRUTES WILL STRIKE DOWN ALL WHO OPPOSE US! LET THIS BE THE DAY OF RECOKNING FOR THE GOLDEN LANDS! We will first blast through all who oppose us as we march towards, Calamere. Arm yourselfs. We march at dawn." Tyreal turned grinning, "THIS IS OUR TIME!"