Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 11, 2005 14:16:35 GMT -5
The Shadow was. The Shadow is. The Shadow ever will be.
What is the Shadow? Is it the creation of some sorceror of the dark's infernal creation? Or is it a primal force of the universe given form? A simple element of being? Does it exist on the same plane as us or is it lower? Or higher? What is its purpose? It lives to spread itself.
To spread darkness...
Why did it choose me? Why does it live within me? Why does it allow me to use it as a weapon? To crush the minds of the weak? To conquer? Why must I battle for my own will as I use it? To fight it and I fight my foe? A weapon that fights back as it is fought with. What strength is that?
It is the strength of adversity.
There is no growth without struggle.
It has chosen me because I am strong. Because I have the will to dominate.
I will dominate.
Viktor rose from his lush chair in his den. The fire was burning low and the quandary still writhed in his mind. The Shadow was his tool. A weapon unlike any other. A living liquid darkness that roiled and snaked. Given to him by Nerull. He still had no indication of what greater role the Shadow would take.
What is the Shadow? Is it the creation of some sorceror of the dark's infernal creation? Or is it a primal force of the universe given form? A simple element of being? Does it exist on the same plane as us or is it lower? Or higher? What is its purpose? It lives to spread itself.
To spread darkness...
Why did it choose me? Why does it live within me? Why does it allow me to use it as a weapon? To crush the minds of the weak? To conquer? Why must I battle for my own will as I use it? To fight it and I fight my foe? A weapon that fights back as it is fought with. What strength is that?
It is the strength of adversity.
There is no growth without struggle.
It has chosen me because I am strong. Because I have the will to dominate.
I will dominate.
Viktor rose from his lush chair in his den. The fire was burning low and the quandary still writhed in his mind. The Shadow was his tool. A weapon unlike any other. A living liquid darkness that roiled and snaked. Given to him by Nerull. He still had no indication of what greater role the Shadow would take.
