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Date Posted: 08/31/04 3:47:53am Tue
He strolled upon bloody steps. The stone was dark and stained with the liquid, as it ran down in small rivers across the rough stone. Congealing slowly as his foot shattered such a pool, sending its droplets upon his black boots. He apperciated, and enjoyed the look as he continued up the steps, each one echoed by the screams of the dying, or the sound of steel.
The steel of Drow warriors.
It was a huge aztec like building. Akin to their temples and places of worship as Impazaeal continued up the large steps, passing by the body of a Escalvone warrior. Neatly killed with a single slash, he looked asleep if one did not look too close at the thin red line across his chest.
He had always loved the blade. It was magic of such a alien sort. So beautiful, so final. Yet he did not kid himself to think he was anything near a expert swordsmen. However there were weapons of a different sort. Weapons with edges that were perfect, that never broke, and always hit the mark.
Finally he went thru the doors, flanked by two of his drow warriors. They saluted him as he passed by them, his consort keeping pace a few steps behide him as he walked in across the red carpet, glancing at the various statues and murals of the Escalvone's noble past.
Fools all , he thought.
He thought, approaching the throne of Escalvone, of the losses from this sudden surgical strike. It was very unlike him, but many of his past actions were out of sort with his character of late. Since he learned of Emi, and learned her sercrets.
He had lost quite a few of his own soldiers, many of them on loan from other drow houses that were under the wing of his zombie puppet the Dark mistress. But throw in a few wizards here, a few clerics there, and add in his own impressive ablities, and the Escalvone had not a chance.
Even now, the dark clerics were weaving their spells, uplifting the dead of the Escalvone, binding their souls into the shells and taking them in small groups back to their home. The dimensional doors would make quite sure they were not discovered, as would his own magicks.
Sitting into the plush throne, the drow in the room grinning wickedly as Impazaeal held his chin up with one hand, pondering, the mockery of a worried ruler.
His consort slowly strolled to his side, standing at his left as he continued the pose, then stood, slowly walking back to the doorway, and finally apperciating the view from the top of the stairs. His eyes grasping the entire scene as the few escalvone left alive, in small formations, fought the drow like true warriors.
" Die " Impazaeal breathed, almost a husky whisper one gives to a lover as the Escalvone did just that, invisible bolts firing out and piercing each of their hearts. Their chest bulging for a moment before each fell upon the floor, weapons falling from nerveless fingers.
He continued watching as the robed drow came over, and raised those recently slain, and watched with his eldrich sight the souls being rebound into the bodies. Slowly raising back up in the typical zombie fashion, they were lead into bright blue rifts into reality, and disappeared with a gentle spark of light.
One such robed figured, a female, and one that occasionally shared his bedroom, strolled up the stairs, half floating as she slowly levitated to his side, and joined him in overlooking the operation.
" Have the dead all been removed Taliskira? " He said, his crimson eyes sweeping to try to find some body left behide. He expected his people to be through, complete. During the brief physical and psychic search, he was interupted by the low musical voice of the cleric.
" Yes m'lord. There are still many Escalvone villages, but the capital has been, more or less, eliminated. " She said, her eyebrow raised in a question that was never voiced, making him pause for a moment to apperciate her heart shaped face and luminous eyes.
" Send the troops home. The Escalvone rescue party will be here in a few hours, and will investigate for us. Their conclusions will be drawn thanks to our toys. I'm told that those in charge are those that strike first, ask questions later. And with the trouble the Ith'Dakar caused, they will not hesitate like they did with them, but strike hard and fast. Strike and kill innocent humans. " He said, a small smile upon his face as he considered how well he manipulated Hogoromo in picking the perfect leaders in every field. The forgottens were itching for vengeance after the raid, and after hearing of the Ith'Dakar raid on the powerless Escalvone, who somehow used the same magicks that defeated normal Forgotten powers, came and stole them all, they would destroy the Ith'Dakar and Humans that were there, free the zombies that the cabal had made of them...
He stopped, shaking his head. Do not plan so far ahead Impazaeal he thought to himself. The only perfect plan was one that could adapt to different situations. Silently hoping his was such a thing, he nodded and a great wind rose up.
The blood disappeared, replaced by snake scales, black Ith'Dakar blood. Occasional Forgotten tooth manifested itself, clothing and armor as well. Valuables disappeared as Impazaeal sent his mind out and snatched them out, and fabricated them into new objects, perfect for the masquerade.
When he was done, the air shimmered briefly. The only hint left that something had happened here of the magical sort was the same magical , or lack there of, aura around the necklaces he had made for the Forgottens.
Taking Taliskira's arm in his, he left, as did the various drow soldiers and his consort.
Hours later, the troop sent by Zenra, with the Escalvone scout, came and saw all that had occured.
and Rushed back to Hogoromo.
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Kami held Emi close, gently. His silver hair running down his back as he chuckled, trying to sound cheerful.
" Were going back to see mommy lil one, now you be good as we go thru town ok? " He said, happy go lucky, though his expression soured as he walked by the late night training. He didn't see who was training or whom was training the knights, but he honestly didn't care after the day he had.
He went up to Zenra's bedroom, knocking on the door gently so he wouldn't frighten her, hoping she wouldn't frighten him either. He was tightly strung, like a wire about to snap.
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