Post by Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul on Dec 8, 2007 22:52:36 GMT -4
On the fringes of the mortal world, a cold stone tower exists.
He has mad this same trip hundreds of times, but the corridor seems longest today. Sweat upon his brow, he wipes it away, for more to appear in its place.
“The master will not be pleased…” he whispers to himself, throat very dry, he tries to swallow some saliva, his long forked tongue is almost swallowed. He pauses in the corridor; “I must be calm…” he whispers, trying to reassure himself that he will live to see the end of the day.
He continues his trek down the long corridor, its bare walls adding no comfort. As he gets closer to the huge doors near the end he notices frost on the wall. To cold to sweat now, the temperature decreases with every step closer to the grandiose doors, pausing for a moment, he notices he can see his own breath.
Finally coming to the doors, he takes a deep breath as he begins to reach his clammy, reptilian hands up to one of the huge knockers, “Enter…” someone says sharply, and the huge doors slowly begin to open. Behind the doors is a dimly let room. As cold as it is large, he begins to slowly make his way to the throne near its center, “As far as you go, what news to you bring to me worm.”
Immediately the servant kneels, “My lord Ilreg, Shining Prince of Serpents, Douisis, Omnipotent Lord of Dragons, Ofu’ul, Master of…”
“Enough flattery you wretch, tell me why have you entered my chamber!” barked Ilreg, in no mood for flattery, he began to gently stroke the heads of his two bestial companions.
“My lord, I have received word back from your contacts in regard to the pacts between you and the rulers of the other realms.” Said the servant, teeth chattering the whole time he spoke.
“How long ago did you receive this information, and look at me when I am speaking to you wretch.” commanding Ilreg.
The servant afraid of his master seeing the fresh perspiration on his face reluctantly looked up at his master, “Sir I received a day ago but I had to verify its legitimacy, you see it seems several of the sentries you dispatched have abandoned their…”
“CEASE SPEAKING…” Shouted Ilreg, as his two dog-like companions began to growl viciously. Not only was Ilreg disgusted at the tardiness of his servant, but equally annoyed by disobedience of the sentries in leaving their stations. “Why is your face leaking, are you frightened…”
“Sir, master, lord, I…” started the servant as he slowly began to back away, then he felt a sharp pain in his legs, looking down he notice his feet were frozen to the ground, frost began collecting on his lower extremities.
“No need to explain, I understand completely, you delayed telling me because you attempted to plan your escape.” As Ilreg spoke ice slowly started climbing further and further up the servant’s body. He began to walk closer to him, “When you couldn’t, you felt you could cover your cowardice by appeasing me with paltry complements, I am not amused, aroused, or appreciative of anything you had to say.”
“My... my... lord.” Were the last words of the servant as he froze immediately after Ilreg continued his walk, right past the frozen cadaver. Then Ilreg stopped, and as he snapped his fingers the minion burst into hundreds of frozen shards.
“Completely useless, I have to go to those retched realms myself to find out anything about this war, Faf-ris, Ced-ra enjoy your icy treat, then we’re off, there are people I must see in Hell.” As he left, the two beasts did exactly what their master commanded, and the servant was gone in seconds, not a trace was left. Not nearly full or content the beasts followed their master down the long corridor.
“There will be plenty more for you my pets where we’re going, I will not be denied.”
He has mad this same trip hundreds of times, but the corridor seems longest today. Sweat upon his brow, he wipes it away, for more to appear in its place.
“The master will not be pleased…” he whispers to himself, throat very dry, he tries to swallow some saliva, his long forked tongue is almost swallowed. He pauses in the corridor; “I must be calm…” he whispers, trying to reassure himself that he will live to see the end of the day.
He continues his trek down the long corridor, its bare walls adding no comfort. As he gets closer to the huge doors near the end he notices frost on the wall. To cold to sweat now, the temperature decreases with every step closer to the grandiose doors, pausing for a moment, he notices he can see his own breath.
Finally coming to the doors, he takes a deep breath as he begins to reach his clammy, reptilian hands up to one of the huge knockers, “Enter…” someone says sharply, and the huge doors slowly begin to open. Behind the doors is a dimly let room. As cold as it is large, he begins to slowly make his way to the throne near its center, “As far as you go, what news to you bring to me worm.”
Immediately the servant kneels, “My lord Ilreg, Shining Prince of Serpents, Douisis, Omnipotent Lord of Dragons, Ofu’ul, Master of…”
“Enough flattery you wretch, tell me why have you entered my chamber!” barked Ilreg, in no mood for flattery, he began to gently stroke the heads of his two bestial companions.
“My lord, I have received word back from your contacts in regard to the pacts between you and the rulers of the other realms.” Said the servant, teeth chattering the whole time he spoke.
“How long ago did you receive this information, and look at me when I am speaking to you wretch.” commanding Ilreg.
The servant afraid of his master seeing the fresh perspiration on his face reluctantly looked up at his master, “Sir I received a day ago but I had to verify its legitimacy, you see it seems several of the sentries you dispatched have abandoned their…”
“CEASE SPEAKING…” Shouted Ilreg, as his two dog-like companions began to growl viciously. Not only was Ilreg disgusted at the tardiness of his servant, but equally annoyed by disobedience of the sentries in leaving their stations. “Why is your face leaking, are you frightened…”
“Sir, master, lord, I…” started the servant as he slowly began to back away, then he felt a sharp pain in his legs, looking down he notice his feet were frozen to the ground, frost began collecting on his lower extremities.
“No need to explain, I understand completely, you delayed telling me because you attempted to plan your escape.” As Ilreg spoke ice slowly started climbing further and further up the servant’s body. He began to walk closer to him, “When you couldn’t, you felt you could cover your cowardice by appeasing me with paltry complements, I am not amused, aroused, or appreciative of anything you had to say.”
“My... my... lord.” Were the last words of the servant as he froze immediately after Ilreg continued his walk, right past the frozen cadaver. Then Ilreg stopped, and as he snapped his fingers the minion burst into hundreds of frozen shards.
“Completely useless, I have to go to those retched realms myself to find out anything about this war, Faf-ris, Ced-ra enjoy your icy treat, then we’re off, there are people I must see in Hell.” As he left, the two beasts did exactly what their master commanded, and the servant was gone in seconds, not a trace was left. Not nearly full or content the beasts followed their master down the long corridor.
“There will be plenty more for you my pets where we’re going, I will not be denied.”
