Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718032135

The Mage looks at Hound. "Ha!  Fool!  Witness the power of He upon the Black Throne!  You may destroy our bodies, but you CANNOT SLAY US!" He begins chanting. The soldiers advance, uncaring of the power they have just witnessed in Hound's wrath.

Tendrils of some vile magic begin to rise off the giant's body and he begins to stir, slowly pushing himself up. He looks up through the hole in his head, the black energy dripping from it, splattering on the ground and withering the earth.

He laughs, a sound like stone coffins shutting in a deep barrow. "'''Our lives are already forfeit.  Thou cannot fathom what stands before thee." ''' He stands up, towering over Hound.

From the mountaintop, far above where the staircase carved in its side disappears into the mist, a bellowing scream is heard, echoing off of the granite cliffs, the scream of both a woman and a monster together.

The giant laughs again. "And thus the cycle begins.  We have already triumphed.  And now, you die."

Hound feels a familiar presence from above, something he knows. Terrible and unrelenting...