Posted by Night Hawke on Nov 16, 2008

Slowly the clouds break, leaking in the golden red beams of a sun seen far the little. Cautiously a slender tan skinned figure rises from the dark bloody red stained grass, his hair shifts slightly revealing his elven ears. His long golden brown hair reaching easily to his lower back, laying smoothly across his blood stained leather armor, in his left hand is a small bloody bag held closed with several leather straps. In his right had is a plasma hand cannon. Around him is thousands of his elven brethren, all with their bodies torn and their flesh burned.

Crouching just above the grass the blood stained elf lowly work his way forward through the grass. As he creeps through this valley of death, he whispers a prayer for the passing of these unfortunate souls. Suddenly he drops deep into the grass, his visage slowly fades into the grass.

A Giant mechanical behemoth standing 8ft tall, charges through the grass less than 30 yards in front of the elf. This creature is formed of steel with blood splattering up from the crushed corpses under its feet, it scans the valley tracing it gaze with the aim of the Photon cannon mounted to its left shoulder. Deep under the steel cage in the center of this machine is a globe of swirling blue liquid forms the mana fused heart of this unnatural beast.

After scanning for what seems to be an eternity the steel monster charges onward. The elves form slowly fades back to normal. The elf cautiously rises again and quickly scans the valley and with much more haste bolts towards the trees.

The steel behemoth catches the elf in its current scans. The machine charges after the elf firing 4 photon missiles from its should cannon, the elf leaps away from the first, second and third explosion but is caught mid air in the blast radius of the fourth missile. A Shimmering green shell ignites around the elf as he flies 10ft away landing in a mound of corpses.

The machine bursts several steps forward scanning the mound for life signatures. When it turn fully to its left scanning, the elf emerges from the mound firing 6 bursts of plasma rounds into the cage in the chest of the steel monster. Flames burst out of the chest of the machine as it frame falls motionless to the ground.

From the elves current vantage point he can see hundreds of the machines culling the decimated valley for all elves. The elf whispers a prayer for forgiveness as he watches a small party of 10 elven fighters gunned down under the massive firepower of the twisted machines. He quickly flees the valley running deep into the woods.

Welcome to a dying world, where magic is harnessed and burned like fuel and elves are nearing extinction welcome to the future of Tor'Lorne

Welcome To Timeless... ... Are you ready?

Trees are blinking by the elf, almost too fast to be seen. His feet are emanating a soft green aura, as they blur between steps. Quickly the elf leaps up into the low hanging foliage, snatching a branch & pulling himself deeper into the forest canopy.

He waits, perched on the limbs. Only his breath piercing the silence that has fallen over the woodland. His heart slowly calms as his breath begins to steady. Suddenly the silence is shattered by the sounds of splintering wood. The tree that the elf has found sanctuary lurches and falls heavily to the earth.

The elf leaps from the tumbling oak tree, in mid air his body begins to change, jet black fur grows from his skin & his bones break in succession. His cheek bone fracture and reform into a elongated muzzle, his shins snap into two pieces and an inverted joint forms to connect them. Long claws grow from his fingers. When he lands on the ground safely, his body has completely change form into that of a half-man half-wolf.

Another mechanical behemoth breaks through the tree branches charging towards him. He quickly leaps forward to meet the machine, when the machine trains his shoulder mounted photon cannon on him he suddenly bounds into the forest canopy over the machine.

Missile after missile fire into the trees devastating the forests leaving large openings in the tree tops. The sun glistens off of the twisted machine. After the mechanical monster scans the nearby forests for life it begins to move deeper into the forest.

Surging from the foliage next to the steel giant, comes the wolf-man. He rams his shoulder into the machine toppling it from its feet. Immediately he tears the cannon from its shoulder. The machine smashes its left hand into the side of the wolf-man. Yelping in pain he leaps off of the machine, his body contorting and flesh tearing, as he reverts to his skinny elven frame.

The machine quickly rises to its feet regaining its footing. The elf slowly pulls a handle from underneath his leather chest guard. As he lowers his hand to his side a translusent black blade forms out of the handle. Once fully formed the blade is 4 ft long and begins to pulsate green. Methodically the elf paces to his right encircling the machine. He moves the blade fluidly around his body.

The machines right hand flips down revealing a large Gatling gun, immediately the machine fires off twenty flaming shells. The elf effortlessly maneuvers his blade around his body blocking ever single shot. Each bullets rusts and turns to dust on impact with the blade of the elves sword.

The machine bolts forward as large blades of fire form around its left hand. A grin flickers across the elves face as he quickly side steps the behemoth and allows its momentum to carry it through his blade, severing it at the waist. The machines upper torso spins through the air and ricochets off of a nearby tree trunk. The elf slowly walks over to the machine and lowers the tip of his blade to its neck.

As he prepares to plunge his blade into its neck it reaches up with its right arm grasping his. He hears his joints pop and his bones shatter, pain erupts through his body almost claiming him in unconsciousness. He quickly gathers himself drops his blade, the moment the handle leaves his hand the blade disappears. The handle drops into his left hand beneath the machines right arm, the blade leaps out of the handle as the elf pulls the blade through the machines arm, severing it completely. He spins on his heel and carries his momentum through and slashes down on the machines neck cutting its head free of its torso.

The elf collapses heavily to the earth, tears running down his cheeks. He lowers his gaze to his devastated arm, every bone is shattered, not even the elders can heal a wound like this. His are is lost.

Sounds of machine guns and Photon missiles exploding, pull him from his thoughts and spur him to action. He checks his back to the leather straped bag, once he is assured its still their and in tact he runs deeper into the woods.

Slowly the forest canopy chokes out the sunlight...

but not the machines.