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Morgeruat · 02-13-2006, 01:51 PM

Reaper

The reaper was sitting on his throne, it's surfaces newly refinished with carefully laquered bone, detailed so as to appear aged and yellowed, painted so as to appear cracked, splintered by some scavenger eager for marrow. He had called forth from his dungeons Sir Exxon, last of the living paladins of the former Order of Keldorn, whose keep had become the lair of the Reaper. When the once noble countenance of his former friend and ally was before him Reaper let loose a bone chilling laugh that echoed throughout the audience chamber. The knight was bruised, beaten, defiled, and every manner of indignity the orcs could imagine had been heaped upon him. Half of his once fair hair had been shaved and them scarred with a brand to prevent it from growing out, while the other side was ragged and unkempt, covered with fithy, excrement and things best left unspoken of. But the eyes of this one, they still held hope, faith, and most irritatingly, defiance. No matter, Reaper thought, I will crush that out soon enough and replace it with something more... appropriate.

The fallen one stood and took a step forward, then gasped and clutched at his armpit, stumbling back in surprise. It felt like he had been stabbed, but when he withdrew his hand the black velvet glove he wore was dry with no trace of blood. Even now the sharpness of the pain was fading, but still present. He growled as Sir Exxon laughed at him, defying him even now. Reaper snarled and drew Bleeding Soul from it's spot next to his throne, walked to Exxon, and stabbed the knight through the leg, the blade sunk in gleefully through both the man's thigh and through it into his calf and finally stopped at the floor. This man's soul would bleed for the Reaper, and with his end, the once proud Order of Keldorn, Knight of the Radiant Heart would be forever dead, a fading memory that would vanish as common folk realised they had more pressing concerns than thoughts of a vanquished house of uptight champions. Laughing Reaper sat upon his throne once more as his guards held the screaming struggling paladin as the sword eagerly fed upon his soul.

ooc: I trust you recall the sword's special properties against proponents of righteousness and order Larry, if not I can resend.

[ 02-13-2006, 01:55 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

02-13-2006, 01:51 PM	#143
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	Reaper The reaper was sitting on his throne, it's surfaces newly refinished with carefully laquered bone, detailed so as to appear aged and yellowed, painted so as to appear cracked, splintered by some scavenger eager for marrow. He had called forth from his dungeons Sir Exxon, last of the living paladins of the former Order of Keldorn, whose keep had become the lair of the Reaper. When the once noble countenance of his former friend and ally was before him Reaper let loose a bone chilling laugh that echoed throughout the audience chamber. The knight was bruised, beaten, defiled, and every manner of indignity the orcs could imagine had been heaped upon him. Half of his once fair hair had been shaved and them scarred with a brand to prevent it from growing out, while the other side was ragged and unkempt, covered with fithy, excrement and things best left unspoken of. But the eyes of this one, they still held hope, faith, and most irritatingly, defiance. No matter, Reaper thought, I will crush that out soon enough and replace it with something more... appropriate. The fallen one stood and took a step forward, then gasped and clutched at his armpit, stumbling back in surprise. It felt like he had been stabbed, but when he withdrew his hand the black velvet glove he wore was dry with no trace of blood. Even now the sharpness of the pain was fading, but still present. He growled as Sir Exxon laughed at him, defying him even now. Reaper snarled and drew Bleeding Soul from it's spot next to his throne, walked to Exxon, and stabbed the knight through the leg, the blade sunk in gleefully through both the man's thigh and through it into his calf and finally stopped at the floor. This man's soul would bleed for the Reaper, and with his end, the once proud Order of Keldorn, Knight of the Radiant Heart would be forever dead, a fading memory that would vanish as common folk realised they had more pressing concerns than thoughts of a vanquished house of uptight champions. Laughing Reaper sat upon his throne once more as his guards held the screaming struggling paladin as the sword eagerly fed upon his soul. ooc: I trust you recall the sword's special properties against proponents of righteousness and order Larry, if not I can resend. [ 02-13-2006, 01:55 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]