"His freedom. He doesn't want to be inprisoned anymore. And despite his cannibalistic tendencies he is a loyal and surprisingly intelligent man. After this war is over I promised he'd be free."
"Hmmm...excellent.... I wonder though, i think i know what he'd like more than freedom, and it can help us both out... Once the war is doen, he can feast on the carcasses of the deceased from our battlefields, he will be fed for life, and this land will be cleansed of its scars..." Storm smiled as he sipped some more wine.
He felt it trickle down his chin and quickly lapped it up.
He looked at Seth. "Would you like some wine, my friend?"
~mean while~
"Why do you look at me like that valentine. I fight for your cause. I also am no ones pet. Oh ,this is no whine. This is human blood isn't it," Nurgle said. "I do speak and think lord. I know how impatient you are with your plans being forfilled. The patient hunter gets the prey. Now if you wish me out of your site i'll happily go to my room.." Nurgle then with his redish pinkish eyes looked up and stared Valentine in the eyes. "Your not a normal person are you?"
Storm smiled and bared his fangs at Nurgle. "Normal? No...Let's just say I'm the thing that can give even you nightmares." He grinned as he let his fangs extend past his lower lip, "and yes, it is human blood. As a matter of fact Nurgle, I would actually like you to remain here with me..."
Storm pointed at a smaller seat next to his throne. "That is where I want you, at my side. Heh, you will be well kept, my nasty little friend. I even have some treats for you, at least when Naxus gets back... Until then...tell me, Nurgle is it..?..do you like to gnaw on human bones?" He pulled a lever and a small opening opened up behind Storm's throne, containing all the remains of Storm's victims.
Storm took a seat at his throne. "Seth, you may rest. I will have a guard alert you with Sekhmet's progress, as I am sure you would like to know. Come, Nurgle," he patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit by your Master..." A malicious grin drew itself across his face.
Oric woke up in a cold sweat. He had a pounding headache and his legs felt like jello. He suspected he had a broken arm, his right arm, and his armour felt like it was molded to his skin. Oric began pulling it off of himself, he could now sit up but he wasn't sure if he could walk. The electricity had burned his skin but all of the armour came off, expect for his right arm guard. He felt like it was glued to his skin. Oric began slowly walking North through the forest using his spear was a crutch.
ooc; storm, in my last post Satra responded to Sekhmet...did you see it?
Nurgle looked at the room and smiled. "You get the blood i get the meat. I love it." Nurgle went to the seat next to Valentine and sat down. "Now why do you request i stay here. What plans do you have of me and what are these tasty treats." Nurgles 7 pointed star started glowing.
"Ill just do it alone," Sekhmet grumbled as he stubled back onto his hurt leg. He galloped on horseback toward the Conud capitol of Croatiad. He got to the city gates. He then got off his horse, pulled up his hood, and traveled through the dense crowd toward the town center. He slowly walked through a group of people, all ranting and raving. Apparently, a High leader of Conud was speaking aloud.
"Now, my people," he said aloud, "I know you are all flustered with Drosin's declaration of war upon us! We are outnumbered, being hit from all sides now by Drosin and Destry. I feel we may be able to reassemble good relations with Drosin if we try!"
Sekhmet unsheathed his sword and shouted, "LONG LIVE THE DROSIN EMPIRE!!!" He flung his sword at the speaker, using his power to control the arc of the blade. It stuck into the speakers chest, and the sword returned to his hand. He took off as fast as he could, pushing everyone away from him with his power. He dived over a hundred feet into the river below, surviving only from his suppression of his weight using his power. He swam for a loooong time...
When he got out, he staggered, and walked toward Lord Valentine's location. He could barely stand, exhausted from using some much power. He gazed at the Dark tower. He thought it beautiful. He gazed towards Seth's chambers and sent him some thoughts.
Seth....my friend...send some horse...
Sekhmet collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to continue.
"Ah," Storm said to Nurgle, "You are here, because now, i do not have to clean up. Let me explain, guards will routinely bring me villagers or rebels who have broken my laws. Once i convict them, you can eat them right here. It will help spread more fear towards my ego as well. We both win...Hm hm hm.."
OoC: I'm gonna introduce my final character in the second part of this post.
IC: "Thank you, Lord Valentine. I hope to hear of success." Seth left for his chambers two floors below. When he got there he noticed it was made just for him. Golden and white coloring as well as a very expensive chess set on a table in the rooms center. How nice. This will do perfectly.
--Meanwhile--
Border of Drosin and Conud.
It was quite hot. No doubt from being close to the desert. A man in black was walking down a path that went from the Conud capital to the Drosin capital of Negliv. This is Xenth Tervi.
He left hoping to see some new surrondings, some new places...to kill. Anybody that triggered his very short temper was killed, along with everyone else nearby.
Soon a group of Drosin soldiers came along the path. When they noticed Xenth they made him stop.
"You there! Where are you heading?" Xenth looked at the man. From his uniform it was easy to tell he was a colonel. "None of your business, colonel." Xenth moved to leave but a couple soldiers blocked his path. "Maybe you don't get it commoner, but we are the law here. Now tell me where are you going?" Xenth looked at the blades held towards him. "Stand aside and let me past."
"No. Not until you answer my question."
"Your pissing me off."
"Well now thats too bad. If you would listen to your superiors then--" Xenth had his sword in his right hand. The colonels head in his left. "I told you, you were pissing me off."
The soldiers didn't react to kindly to Xenth killing their leader. "Get him!"
"Now thats no fair. 30 to 1? You need more men." Xenth charged into battle, sword ablaze.
Satra watched as Sekhmet rode away towards Conud. She issued out some orders to her troops before riding towards the Grand Citadel. Upon arriving, Satra jogged up the steps to Storm's tower. It was very large, perhaps bigger then his tower in Destry. Although Satra doubted the ego maniac would build something higer then his tower.
He pushed into his chambers and spoke quickly, "Sekhmet went out on his own to Conud. I had to take care of some things in camp. My army is ready to move into Conud, just give the word."
She glanced over at a hunched figure sitting next to Storm, "Who's the dog?"
"Urg..." Storm grumbled as Satra burst in without knocking, AGAIN! He heard Nurgle growl at being called a dog. "Easy Nurgle," he said as he stood up, "This one is...friendly? Hm hm hm..."
He smiled and greeted Satra, "Would you care for some wine? Heh, the armies will not be moving in...yet... Good job so far, Morta, but we changed the plans, and we've succeeded. Ive had reports that Drosin and Conud have declared war on one another." He tossed a chunk of meat from the compartment to Nurgle.
"We have managed to make our enemies destroy eachother..." he chuckled. "Now, what else do you want, Satra?"
"Watch your tone lady i am no dog but i wouldnt even flinch to turn you into a twisted corpse in seconds. I am Nurgle. I bet you heard of me already and why i was locked up." He then stood up and looked at satra with an evil look. He gave her a look only no sane man can give. He showed her his 7 pointed star glowing on his chest.