Post by Bishimi on Oct 25, 2008 18:19:41 GMT -5
Nosfentor saw Bishimi move out of the shadows, heard his battle cry and knew almost exactly what to expect. This was not the first time her guild and the Lotus found themselves at opposite ends of a battle field, and when she thinks of the times they worked together she recognizes the formations, the tactics…she thinks she knows what to expect. The Shadow lord looked down at the one she simply refers to as her “right hand”. Absu Maul looked backed at her bearing a grin that showed nothing but evil intent as he pressed a blade tighter against the Tokunian empresses’ neck. “Now you will learn what real power is you foolish ninja” Nosfentor thought as she chuckled slightly under her breath “I will show you power, the likes of which you have never imagined!”
Two days prior..
“It is said that the winners of a war write the history books.” Thorne half said to himself as he added his latest read on blackrock related magic’s to the rest of his ever growing pile of books. “If this is truly the case, the Triad of Evil will have many books to write one day will we not Temptation?” He asked knowing he would not get an answer. Temptation sat across the room from Thorne in his make shift library and as he expected, she did not reply. No one was sure why they spent so much time together, perhaps it was the fact that as far as opposites went, there were none greater. While Thorne enjoyed a good book and the sound of his own voice, Temptation found no greater joy then when using her magic to strangle the life out of ones body and rarely ever spoke. She simply stared back at him, blankly, as if she were only waiting for her next chance to kill someone. “It is of no consequence, I have some information the Mistress will love to hear. It seems…” Thorne began only to be interrupted by the sound of the front gate of the castle opening. No words were exchanged between the two, but they both knew to go to the jail….their mistress was home and there would be company.
As Temptation and Thorne made their way down many levels of long staircases they crossed paths with a couple more of their fellow followers of Nosfentor. First was Magus, whom Thorne noticed coming out of his room, as always he face was a mess of blood. “Elf, human, orc…gargoyle?” Throne thought to himself wondering what race Magus was feasting on today. But still not a word was uttered as they continued down the stairs. On the next floor was Faulieni, Magus was the first to notice her as their growing group turned a corner. “Lying, deceitful bitch” he mumbled under his breath as he picked some flesh from between his teeth and licked some of the blood from his lips. And indeed he was right, as Nosfentor was the shadow lord of cowardice; Faulieni was the shadow lord of falsehood. As such no one could believe a word that came from her mouth, not even her fellow followers, and because of that fact even this group of killers and sadists came to mistrust and hate her. And still, no words were exchanged. They were nearing their destination, the mistress would be awaiting them.
Nosfentor and Absu, having just thrown their prisoner in to his cell, sat in waiting for the others to arrive. They both watched as Thayer, their cook and jailer, began to torment the prisoner as he so often did…it seemed to be all he derived pleasure from. It amused both Absu and Nosfentor so they let him continue to do so. After not much time all of Nosfentors followers were in the room staring at the new, tokunian and apparently drunk, prisoner. Different thoughts were on the groups minds, ranging from torture to eating him to just cleanly removing his head from his body. But no one dared to voice any thought until their mistress spoke first.
Nosfentor moved towards the iron bars grabbing one with each hand and putting her head between them. “what is your name?” she asked with a smile that hid her true nature and intent from any but ones that knew her. “*hic* Three Sheets I…” the drunk begain before Temptation cast a spell of strangling on him. “Temptation!” Nosfentor shouted. “that is not…necessary… yet” she stated while trying to recompose herself. “I know your people are up to something I simply want to know what.” She said to the drunk before noticing he was fast asleep. The shadowlord simply mumbled to herself then motioned for the others to leave. “We will give him time to sober up, then he will tell us all we want to know, he will not be given a choice” she said as she began to walk towards the door. As Nosfentor left the room she looked back at Thayer “make sure he is comfortable..” she said. All in the room knew exactly what was meant by her statement. Some even stayed to watch.
One day prior….
The mistress, after having a long and productive talk with Thorne concerning blackrock and its very powerful capabilities, made her way towards the cell and the drunk that resides within. She walked into the room to find Thayer cooking a meal for the prisoner. she began to ask what it was, seeing as he never cooked for prisoners, until she spotted the bloody cleaver imbedded in a cutting board next to more then a few fingers. “Why Thayer, Magus will be disappointed he was not invited to this feast.” She said with a smirk as she looked the prisoner. “Who are you and what do you know?” she asked the now sober man “Maximus has been watching Tokuno for weeks now, he tells me they have begun to prepare for something, tell me what it is now and perhaps you’ll keep your life this day.” She was grinning no longer.
“I am c..called Itou…T..t..three Sheets Itou..” he stammered “and I only know what I have heard at the inn….I spend much time there.” “Then tell me what you have heard!” the shadowlord snapped. “War” the Tokunian quickly responded. “Its war. They say…they say the Empire plans to stand against you, that even Soke Bishimi stands with the decision.” “The sneaky ninja” Nosfentor thought to herself. Itou used his one good hand to grasp tightly at the stumps left on his other hoping to slow the bleeding. With what little strength he could muster he asked Nosfentor “You fear the soke and his clan don’t you? It is wise that you do, in a battle you will have no chance, you will lose…and I think you know as much.” Itou gritted his teeth tightly in pain as he looked down at his hand then back at Nosfentor “What do I need to do for a drink around here?” he asked with a forced grin on his face knowing his situation was only to get worse.
Nosfentor was lost in her thought by this point “Won’t beat them in a battle eh?” she thought to herself. After a moment an evil grin began to cross her face. “Perhaps we will not have to” She looked back at the cook “Thayer, dispose of this one. Let Magus know dinner is ready.” The cook simply smiled and watched as his mistress walked towards the door. Stopping just short of it she said “Maximus, remember when we aquired the empress of their lands before? Get her again, we have much to do in little time.” There was a slight creak of wood, an almost unnoticeable movement of air and the door shifted only a little. Maximus began his newest of missions. Nosfentor closed the door behind herself as she left the cell. She smiled as a plan formulated in her mind. “Why fight?” she said to herself as she began laughing.
And the screaming started.
Two days prior..
“It is said that the winners of a war write the history books.” Thorne half said to himself as he added his latest read on blackrock related magic’s to the rest of his ever growing pile of books. “If this is truly the case, the Triad of Evil will have many books to write one day will we not Temptation?” He asked knowing he would not get an answer. Temptation sat across the room from Thorne in his make shift library and as he expected, she did not reply. No one was sure why they spent so much time together, perhaps it was the fact that as far as opposites went, there were none greater. While Thorne enjoyed a good book and the sound of his own voice, Temptation found no greater joy then when using her magic to strangle the life out of ones body and rarely ever spoke. She simply stared back at him, blankly, as if she were only waiting for her next chance to kill someone. “It is of no consequence, I have some information the Mistress will love to hear. It seems…” Thorne began only to be interrupted by the sound of the front gate of the castle opening. No words were exchanged between the two, but they both knew to go to the jail….their mistress was home and there would be company.
As Temptation and Thorne made their way down many levels of long staircases they crossed paths with a couple more of their fellow followers of Nosfentor. First was Magus, whom Thorne noticed coming out of his room, as always he face was a mess of blood. “Elf, human, orc…gargoyle?” Throne thought to himself wondering what race Magus was feasting on today. But still not a word was uttered as they continued down the stairs. On the next floor was Faulieni, Magus was the first to notice her as their growing group turned a corner. “Lying, deceitful bitch” he mumbled under his breath as he picked some flesh from between his teeth and licked some of the blood from his lips. And indeed he was right, as Nosfentor was the shadow lord of cowardice; Faulieni was the shadow lord of falsehood. As such no one could believe a word that came from her mouth, not even her fellow followers, and because of that fact even this group of killers and sadists came to mistrust and hate her. And still, no words were exchanged. They were nearing their destination, the mistress would be awaiting them.
Nosfentor and Absu, having just thrown their prisoner in to his cell, sat in waiting for the others to arrive. They both watched as Thayer, their cook and jailer, began to torment the prisoner as he so often did…it seemed to be all he derived pleasure from. It amused both Absu and Nosfentor so they let him continue to do so. After not much time all of Nosfentors followers were in the room staring at the new, tokunian and apparently drunk, prisoner. Different thoughts were on the groups minds, ranging from torture to eating him to just cleanly removing his head from his body. But no one dared to voice any thought until their mistress spoke first.
Nosfentor moved towards the iron bars grabbing one with each hand and putting her head between them. “what is your name?” she asked with a smile that hid her true nature and intent from any but ones that knew her. “*hic* Three Sheets I…” the drunk begain before Temptation cast a spell of strangling on him. “Temptation!” Nosfentor shouted. “that is not…necessary… yet” she stated while trying to recompose herself. “I know your people are up to something I simply want to know what.” She said to the drunk before noticing he was fast asleep. The shadowlord simply mumbled to herself then motioned for the others to leave. “We will give him time to sober up, then he will tell us all we want to know, he will not be given a choice” she said as she began to walk towards the door. As Nosfentor left the room she looked back at Thayer “make sure he is comfortable..” she said. All in the room knew exactly what was meant by her statement. Some even stayed to watch.
One day prior….
The mistress, after having a long and productive talk with Thorne concerning blackrock and its very powerful capabilities, made her way towards the cell and the drunk that resides within. She walked into the room to find Thayer cooking a meal for the prisoner. she began to ask what it was, seeing as he never cooked for prisoners, until she spotted the bloody cleaver imbedded in a cutting board next to more then a few fingers. “Why Thayer, Magus will be disappointed he was not invited to this feast.” She said with a smirk as she looked the prisoner. “Who are you and what do you know?” she asked the now sober man “Maximus has been watching Tokuno for weeks now, he tells me they have begun to prepare for something, tell me what it is now and perhaps you’ll keep your life this day.” She was grinning no longer.
“I am c..called Itou…T..t..three Sheets Itou..” he stammered “and I only know what I have heard at the inn….I spend much time there.” “Then tell me what you have heard!” the shadowlord snapped. “War” the Tokunian quickly responded. “Its war. They say…they say the Empire plans to stand against you, that even Soke Bishimi stands with the decision.” “The sneaky ninja” Nosfentor thought to herself. Itou used his one good hand to grasp tightly at the stumps left on his other hoping to slow the bleeding. With what little strength he could muster he asked Nosfentor “You fear the soke and his clan don’t you? It is wise that you do, in a battle you will have no chance, you will lose…and I think you know as much.” Itou gritted his teeth tightly in pain as he looked down at his hand then back at Nosfentor “What do I need to do for a drink around here?” he asked with a forced grin on his face knowing his situation was only to get worse.
Nosfentor was lost in her thought by this point “Won’t beat them in a battle eh?” she thought to herself. After a moment an evil grin began to cross her face. “Perhaps we will not have to” She looked back at the cook “Thayer, dispose of this one. Let Magus know dinner is ready.” The cook simply smiled and watched as his mistress walked towards the door. Stopping just short of it she said “Maximus, remember when we aquired the empress of their lands before? Get her again, we have much to do in little time.” There was a slight creak of wood, an almost unnoticeable movement of air and the door shifted only a little. Maximus began his newest of missions. Nosfentor closed the door behind herself as she left the cell. She smiled as a plan formulated in her mind. “Why fight?” she said to herself as she began laughing.
And the screaming started.
