Infedels...
His body covered by webbing and his prayers unanswered by the Alchemist's curse left the Incubus Tactician powerless as he was slaughtered by three of D'Sar's warriors. A fate better avoided should he had listened to his instincts.
Honorless...
To say it in a word, an act of trechery where a single mans chance to take revenge on the slayer of his kin went so awry to have to call in his comrades. Even then the spoils of their treason was to fit their valor, left to be desired.
The weak form of the post-reincarnated creature clawed its way quickly, scrambling on taloned claws like an animal as it bursted free of the Castles outlet to the Square of Kjeldoran and saved the vital pieces of its lifeless corpse before his attackers.
Revenge...
Only days prior, in rebuttle on the acts against the Order by the killing of Ranec under similiar circumstances, he and the Sorceror Tirus huhng the lifeless corpse of Dew from the castle walls as his equipment was spread amoung the clan.
Now a new crime, and a new punishment shall endure.
Timing...
It was later that night that Armanon, the Orders Tactician, the Kings Farg and Demerol, and Nimbis, the Telepathic General of Ahriman's legions sat around the table in discussion. It was coming to a time of war, one in which only one ruler of the dark will call himself king. It was, at the least to say, a shame on the Darkstar's behalf, for it would not be him.
Posted by Armanon at May 11, 2005 08:29 AM