Discord
Changelog
09-20-2011, 03:03 AM
His nighmares hooves leaving a trail of burned and cracked cobbles, Vortar spurred his beleagered steed beneath him with vicious abandon. Absently he thought that the creature might die underneath him from the efforts he had pressed upon it..but ground his teeth and mused grimly.."Well there can always be a Tyrant VI".
Arriving at the Citadel in Bezantur his cruel spurs struck sparks from the cobbles and slung a bloody trail as he dismounted in haste. One black look and two edgy legionaire recruits fell over themselves to open the gates for him.
Striding towards the door to the upper level he knocked a maimed sargeant sprawling when did he couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Vortar strode on without a backward glance.
"The maimed and useless should be put down" he thought, "But not tonight, tonight dark news lays spread legged and wet upon the bed of peril awaiting my masters attention."
His Omipotence Aznar Thrul was not a man to be kept waiting, and in the last few weeks his humor had only blackened with the dawning of each day. Vortar knew better than to tarry while bearing dire tidings and so with a cacophanous clanging of armor sufficient to alert all in the citadel he ran up the stairs to his masters appartments.
Finding his masters solar he saw his brother knight at the door and knew his master lie within. Grimly his brother drew his blade and gave challenge, "Who comes before his Omnipotence?"
With practiced speed Vortar sheathed his mighty blade and spent a few seconds removing his helm so his face could be seen before standing before the smaller knight and reciting the phrases given him this morn to prove he was not in imposter come to slay the Zulkir.
His challenge satisfied, the smaller knight opened the door and Vortar strode within and fell to one knee before the tall bald wizard scowling at maps spread out upon his desk.
"Master! I serve only you!" Vortar boomed as his knee hit the stone flagons, his fist crashed against his breastplate with a scream of tortured steel.
With head bowed he waited for his masters acknowledgement, and was rewarded. "Speak!" His master said curtly.
"Yes..my master" Vortar began...and his next few words caused the smaller knight to slam the door in his haste to close it and scowl beneath his helm as he resumed his post...
At the sound of the doors slam, apprentices and knights alike seemed to tense...and wait.
Arriving at the Citadel in Bezantur his cruel spurs struck sparks from the cobbles and slung a bloody trail as he dismounted in haste. One black look and two edgy legionaire recruits fell over themselves to open the gates for him.
Striding towards the door to the upper level he knocked a maimed sargeant sprawling when did he couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Vortar strode on without a backward glance.
"The maimed and useless should be put down" he thought, "But not tonight, tonight dark news lays spread legged and wet upon the bed of peril awaiting my masters attention."
His Omipotence Aznar Thrul was not a man to be kept waiting, and in the last few weeks his humor had only blackened with the dawning of each day. Vortar knew better than to tarry while bearing dire tidings and so with a cacophanous clanging of armor sufficient to alert all in the citadel he ran up the stairs to his masters appartments.
Finding his masters solar he saw his brother knight at the door and knew his master lie within. Grimly his brother drew his blade and gave challenge, "Who comes before his Omnipotence?"
With practiced speed Vortar sheathed his mighty blade and spent a few seconds removing his helm so his face could be seen before standing before the smaller knight and reciting the phrases given him this morn to prove he was not in imposter come to slay the Zulkir.
His challenge satisfied, the smaller knight opened the door and Vortar strode within and fell to one knee before the tall bald wizard scowling at maps spread out upon his desk.
"Master! I serve only you!" Vortar boomed as his knee hit the stone flagons, his fist crashed against his breastplate with a scream of tortured steel.
With head bowed he waited for his masters acknowledgement, and was rewarded. "Speak!" His master said curtly.
"Yes..my master" Vortar began...and his next few words caused the smaller knight to slam the door in his haste to close it and scowl beneath his helm as he resumed his post...
At the sound of the doors slam, apprentices and knights alike seemed to tense...and wait.