Renewed stirrings....

Started by Alaric McCree, September 11, 2006, 03:39:15 PM

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Alaric McCree

::he has spent a lot of time working in his keep. His mind focused on creating more evil beings for his army. His faithful had done well and were successful in defeating those who sought to stop him on the battlefield. His evil laugh can be heard from outside his keep as he recalls how they thought they would be able to overpower him when they had failed to find the one true thing that could do just that.::

::his thoughts wander out some as he contemplates his next move:: 

::he grins as he speaks softly to himself, all the while ignoring the tormented soul still hanging on the post across the room:: It is time to expand....   and I know just the place...

::his dry lips crease into a vile grin as he summons up a part of his army to move out and surround his next target. His mind reaches out to his faithful, to let them know what he requires of them::    It is time to expand, prepare yourselves....

::as his mind moves from his Dark Priest and searches the land to infuse his thoughts into the rest of his faithful he pauses::

What is this?     Ohh, a feeling of emptiness, yet deep hidden pain, torment, anger....      I can use this..     

::his mind focuses, driving his thoughts deep into the subconsciousness of this being.  He then begins to leave simple thoughts, suggestions to the subconscious part of the mind, that will bring forth the hidden anger, and a strong desire to release it upon the world and all those within it::

::the thoughts produce the feeling of accomplishment, of self awareness, of purpose in life. There is no greater purpose in life than to sow fear in others as often as you can. Show them what you can do. Make your presence known and bring fear into the eyes of the people just from saying your name::

::he smiles as he implants these thoughts into the mind of this lost soul::   I can do much with you........ ::his voice a mere whisper as he concentrates once more, delving deeper into the mind that has found his attention whether wanted or not::

::sensing something deeply hidden due to the pain it seems to give the man he probes further and further, pushing past the subconscious blocks that the man has put up over time to dull his own pain::   

Ahh.....    A child lost......

::he sits back releasing the man's mind for now, after all he has already planted the seed thoughts he needed to. In time they would grow, and so would the evil desire within this man. And now.... the knowledge of a lost child....Oh the possibilities::

::as he allows his mind to finish searching out and finding his loyal followers, to inform them to prepare he smiles as his mind rushes back to focus on the things in his keep, on what he is working on, and on that fool still hanging across the room and begging for release::

::his thoughts go back to what he learned from the man whose subconscious he had invaded::

Yes......You will serve me well.......

::his evil laugh resonates around the room again::
Sometimes the dragon wins, that's why there is such a shortage of white knights.

Reasey

He sits alone, as he does on most nights at the end of his day and shift. His thick booted feet placed firmly upon the floor as he looks into the smoldering remains of the fire that was alive with fury earlier to placate the coldness of the air. He sits in a chair, warming to the embers with his head in his hands as he thinks quietly to himself and rages beneath even that. Blue tendrils of smoke emanating from his lips and the end of the white, burning stick in his mouth.

His new favorite vice in the war on his health.

However, as he continues to sit there in his quietness, a chill creeps along his spine slowly. As if icy cold fingers caress against the roughness of his back as before wrapping around the column of nerves. Sending him into a chilld shiver as he quickly turns around to look behind him. His feet spreading to hold his weight up as the wooden soles of his feet slide against wooden ground, his hand to his belt as he looks behind him with expecting eyes.....

Only to find no one.

That was fine with him, he shrugs, inhaling quickly as he turns back around to sit back down in his seat. Letting his mind wander over different matters now....
Don't worry I'll put something here.

Alaric McCree

::his plans are set in motion. His army has moved on the city of Umbra. He will lay claim to this new area within the next day or so. As he contemplates his next move within the city he allows his mind to wander again, until he finds that same man. He senses the man's emotions, as well as his readiness.::

::he chuckles as he whispers to himself:: Yes...    you will do just fine....

::with a wave of his hand even more undead start to rise up out of the ground all around and even inside the city itself:::

Everything is set. There is nothing they can do to stop me now. ::he laughs that maniacal laugh once more before focusing his thoughts again. He searches deep within the man's subconscious and begins to form new memories, new images, new reflections of past times. He starts slowing inserting a thought here, an image there, just enough to make the man's mind pick up on it. Enough to start his thoughts of his child towards a new end, a new pain, and new reason to hate. Slowly he erases the thoughts of her being taken physically away from him and replacing them with thoughts of her being taken away in death. A death caused by his very own hands......::

::he smiles as he sits back and slowly lets his grip on the man's mind go::
Sometimes the dragon wins, that's why there is such a shortage of white knights.

Reasey

"Huff.... hufff.... hufff"

He breaths in rythm. His body out of breath and out of mind as he Runs through the woods at a quick speed away from his home.

It had only been a few hours. Despite it feeling like the culmination of hours as he stops for a rest. Huddling under the bark of a fallen log. Bringing hsi knee's up closer to his chest as he lays his blade across. Holding it firmly unless they were following.

His friends.... his family... His employee's. The pain of it all seared through his heart as he grits his teeth tightly together, his body tensing in its moment of anger. His pupils dilating to points as he tries to remember the evening before that caused this mess. . He can't remember why, but he was just angry as he argued with Biki Tarbar and the uselessly childish Kharn. His mind had snapped as it became overwhelmed with his anger, emotions. His blade being drawn before the call to stop him came out....

BUGGER THEM ALL! He didn't need them before, why should he need them now as they turn their backs on him! To them it was all a game! His anger and emotions a childish antics that they simply giggle at behind his back and attempt to anger him more and more. Waiting untill he snaps. Then the moment he does, they run like scared children and come crawling back demanding more of his drinks from his tavern and his hospitality.

His head gives off a sharp tug at his temple. Slicing as if by a kiss of steel as he groans and leans forward. The onslaught of his headache. Why did it seem that he can't control himself lately...... that everything seems different and that his world is falling apart?
Don't worry I'll put something here.

Enola Morrok

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She arose the following morn a bit tired and adjusting to the hard mattress upon her rented bed.  With up stretched arms, she pulled out the kinks of her spine , turning a bit from side to side till it popped.  She quickly dressed for she had much to do, her first day on the job.  She needed to gather supplies and quickly.

The gathering took quite longer than she expected and she returned to the Pretarian Tavern/Inn a bit later than she planned.  What she didn't plan the most was walking into the Tavern in disarray.  Furniture broken, glasses broken, the place was just a mess.  She was stunned to say the least because the lad who hired her seemed a bit sketchy but she never expected him to leave his place in such a mess.  Her chest uplifted with a deep breath in and a sigh outwards parted her lips.  She didn't know if she should clean up the mess or not, it was not in her job description after all, but how was she to serve in such a state of untidiness.  She waited a few moments and when no a soul showed their face she went back up to her room and plopped upon her bed.  The laden bag of supplies resting at her feet. "Well, that be one fine first day, guess it be good thee boss was nae around or he would be havin me head for bein' late. "  She stated out load to the bare walls of her rented room.

She sat there for a few and decided this day would be chalked up to wasted and quickly put away the supplies she had gathered to keep for tomorrow.  She would see what evolved the following day before she made any more decisions.