Post by Azuloth on Jun 20, 2017 10:39:37 GMT -5
Date:
Orazos 4th, 200ATD
Time:
Nightfall
Ratroc fortress was an ancient ruin many would say. It's long great hall was furnished with great oak tables and chairs, benches and stands. The candelabras and chandeliers were wrought from silver. At the very back was a throne carved from marble and banded in gold. In front of that throne was a pile of skulls a meter high. Skulls by the hundreds if not thousands littered and filled the corners of the great hall. They were piled ever higher in the courtyard. Each one blanched.
Atop the pile in the throne room sat The Black Elf. She cleaned her fingernails with her dagger. Her sycophants and devotees were gathered around. One elf spoke up, clad in armor dyed red with the blood of his kills.
"My lady! I have brought you the skull of the King of Cahalia, and the skulls of a thousand of his subjects!"
"Your devotion is noted Navosyeral. Has the main imperial contingent move from the border outposts?"
"No, my queen! They lurk in the wastes."
"Cowards. They do not know the land has been cleansed entirely of the apes. These lesser creatures hardly put up up a fight."
"I think we should hold this country for you, my queen. It is fertile and ripe. Let the old elves stuck in their ways keep the wastes and the silverwood."
"A tempting proposal. But why kill just the apes in one country when you can kill them all everywhere. What of the lizards in this region."
"Wiped out, all of them! I bring you the skulls of their chieftain and every member of their clan!"
This was a new elf, he had two axes sheathed in his back. His armor was black as night. His helmet covered the top half of his face.
"Very good. Move the warband east to Selbria. I will lead from the front. Burn every village, kill everyone. Collect their skulls and pile them high!"
Every elf in the room began to chant after their queen: "Skulls! Skulls! Skulls! Skulls!"
Orazos 4th, 200ATD
Time:
Nightfall
Ratroc fortress was an ancient ruin many would say. It's long great hall was furnished with great oak tables and chairs, benches and stands. The candelabras and chandeliers were wrought from silver. At the very back was a throne carved from marble and banded in gold. In front of that throne was a pile of skulls a meter high. Skulls by the hundreds if not thousands littered and filled the corners of the great hall. They were piled ever higher in the courtyard. Each one blanched.
Atop the pile in the throne room sat The Black Elf. She cleaned her fingernails with her dagger. Her sycophants and devotees were gathered around. One elf spoke up, clad in armor dyed red with the blood of his kills.
"My lady! I have brought you the skull of the King of Cahalia, and the skulls of a thousand of his subjects!"
"Your devotion is noted Navosyeral. Has the main imperial contingent move from the border outposts?"
"No, my queen! They lurk in the wastes."
"Cowards. They do not know the land has been cleansed entirely of the apes. These lesser creatures hardly put up up a fight."
"I think we should hold this country for you, my queen. It is fertile and ripe. Let the old elves stuck in their ways keep the wastes and the silverwood."
"A tempting proposal. But why kill just the apes in one country when you can kill them all everywhere. What of the lizards in this region."
"Wiped out, all of them! I bring you the skulls of their chieftain and every member of their clan!"
This was a new elf, he had two axes sheathed in his back. His armor was black as night. His helmet covered the top half of his face.
"Very good. Move the warband east to Selbria. I will lead from the front. Burn every village, kill everyone. Collect their skulls and pile them high!"
Every elf in the room began to chant after their queen: "Skulls! Skulls! Skulls! Skulls!"