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Richard
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S.Y. 310.2 (Novemberr
2, 2001) *He stood, a short figure outlined against the setting sun...* *the land before his tower was stained red with the blood of the Skaran rescue party who had been slaughtered only minutes before. There corpses were being chopped into pieces, a large amount of them being boiled in a large pot. Christoff's pain stricken head, his glazed eyes staring up at him. Glaring, even in death. He giggled with glee.* I have the Aragorn avatar under my unyielding gaze... and the Skarans have tasted the power of a true enemy. *He watched the orcs slaughter a nightmare and cut it into pieces, immediately biting into its sweet flesh. A smile was about to bloom accross his face, when a strong force seemed to grip him. It clawed at his heart, encircling his mind with a force even stronger then his. He fought to keep his will, to stay calm, but failed. The force, the raw, unbridled power that was void magic clawed at him. He felt his knees hit the floor, his old bones jarring with the impact. Arthritis in his hands and knees acted up, flaring into an immense fire racing through his joints. He opened his eyes, black pupils growing large untill they swallowed the white that was once there. He coughed, a splatter of blood hitting the tower floor, which seemed to grow untill he kneeled, staring into a pit of unrelenting blackness. It seemed to swallow him, gripping his mind with the force of his own madness.* Step warily, Doom Of Fools! You use my gift with ease... You have mastered it to an extent I could never imagine! But you grow old, and you grow weaker! One wrong step, and your old bones could topple as the Skarans did from there horses! *The voice of Bha'al tore through him, his blood running cold, the marrow in his bone becoming magma.* Which is why I command you now! Stop this! Stop this at once! I will send a younger man to do your duty! You have served me long enough! Go downstairs! Sleep! Sleep... The god of murder needs your services, no longer.... *Richard began to cackles, the pain that soured through him rising. It was a trick. A foolish one, and crude, made and created by some pathetic Voidist in a different part of the realm. He had simply tapped into the outer shell of his mind and sent the message. he had tried to get him to sleep, and while his mental defenses were down, he would climb in and suck the power from Richard's Old Frame. A fool. Acting quickly, Richard sent forth the powers of his mind, creating a wall along the edge of his outer and inner mind, trapping the fool in. He lashed out at the bonds of illusion he had wrapped around the sensors in his brain, shattering them. Then, grabbing the ignorant lout by the brunt of his power, he pulled him through the boundaries of the spirit world and the real world. The man who had cast the spell died, and was reborn and instant later, cowering and crying at the foot of Richards feet.* Spare me great one! I did not mean off.. *his words were cut short by a pounding on the steps behind him, as Phlith the drow ascended the stairs* "The council is seated below." "I see... Finish this for me, will ye?" *Richard smirked as he stepped down the steps, the screams of the man in step with his feet. Arriving at the lower floor, Varug, Lolth, Gul'dan, Darklock, and Xylia stood around a room, all of them staring at the girl huddled in the seat.* "Was she any trouble" Richard asked calmly as his head swiveled to Lolth "None at all" Lolth murmered lightly, attempting to clean her weapon of the dried blood which had encrusted it. "Splendid." Richard ran his platinum eyes across his council and generals, pleased with the results they had wrought. "The work which was done this night was perfect. It was a slaughter. Varug, Lolth, report lossess for your army..." Varug spoke first, her strong character showing through even with the burning eyes of Richard on her. "Nub lose any." Lolth nodded, her calculating eyes swiftly checking Richards expression. "Neither I nore Phlith even took a wound..." Richard nodded
at Darklock. Darklock smirked,
grim humor burning his eyes. Richard nodded, then turned tword the girl. "You are all
probably wondering why I kidnapped this child... Why it was so imperitive
she be gathered." he walked cooly twords her, cutting a lock of
her hair with a cruel dagger, one side hooked up, the other side designed
like a kryss. "Yub. Why dunt we jus eat dah humie an krimp somed more?" Varug said, using irrepressable orc logic. Richard smiled as best he could, and gathered his anger deep within him, not letting it show. "Well Varug... We can either rule to world, and eat child every night... Or, we can eat her now, and then die, forgotten, fifty years from now." "Varug like yur plan" *Richard nodded* "Then you are all dismissed... take your leave." *The others gathered up what they possesed and locked a colar of black quarts around Chentelle's neck. Phlith smiled with cold amusement as the child whimpered, struggling fiercely to get away from him. All in vain.* *Richard watched them leave, then stepped outside into the full, cold night. He snapped once, as an orb floated into the air, a small circle of it white at the top, the rest black. Oh, Darkness was winning. Soon, it would all end, the great cycle of life and death. Soon, only death would rule these lands. And death's name, was Richard.* |