by The Kingpin » Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:46 pm
"The Ark was a carrier of many entities, of souls, if you could call them that, like yourselves. I was asked by the victims among the entities it carried to prevent it's remains from ever reuniting. from what i have understood over the past millenia is that the majority of the entities within this vessel was bent on commiting atrocities that words cannot express, that a mortal MIND cannot express, things that would occur should these entities ever reunite. It destroyed itself almost immediately after i agreed to help, and i then began hiding the various fragments of it's remains across the globe, to ensure their protection from all who may seek to attain them. it was the duty given to me by the Duvan'Rah" growled Horus, the eerie memories, the sights, smells, sounds, emotions, feelings that he had been forced to express in that moment returning with frightening strength...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG