Evil Falls to Evil [Plot]
Apr 18, 2012 18:15:29 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Apr 18, 2012 18:15:29 GMT -5
Ekaitz didn’t know what hit it. Die was a little disappointed, to be honest, but ah well; such was life. He and his band of demonic thralls had made good time moving to the south. A great many of the Beasts and Earths they’d encountered were well taken in by the tale Die had spun them:
Morilanta, that bastion (tee-hee) of Evil, had set demons loose on the land—demons, who then had ravaged their clan. Their warped and twisted forms were their price for survival, for not giving in and dying to the demonic taint (Thank goodness for his mask; Die wasn’t sure he’d have been able to state that little irony with a straight face). Now, they marched on Ekaitz, which had fallen into Morilanta’s hands. They knew they were no match for the nation proper, but Ekaitz was another matter. If they could take that over, well, they’d see what would happen then.
Some (particularly the Belegites), had joined for the opportunity to fight, regardless of opponent. Others came to strike a blow against Morilanta or to join against the demons. Most were sympathetic to their cause after their own clash with the fey a few years ago. By the time they’d reached the small nation-state, they were all tainted to some degree due to the contact with the demons in the group and the blood they’d been slipped along the way.
“Leave the slaves alive,” Die had ordered. "They would sort them out later. “And let’s make things more divisive, shall we? Show them what they get for making an ally of Morilanta, hmm? Maybe then people will know better, and Morilanta will be even shorter on friends.” Honestly, he didn’t care so much as he wanted to cause a bit of chaos to amuse himself with. Karau’s campaign of ‘Rawr, conquer ALL THE THINGS’ would bore him to death otherwise.
With a wide smile, he waved to the gatekeepers. “Greetings to you, Ekaitz, ward of Morilanta! In the name of our lords, the Emperor Saul Dardan, the High Priest Diederik Black, and the demon Lord Karau, we ask a favour of our sister nation.” With a snap of his fingers, the thatched roofs nearest the outskirts were ignited. “SURRENDER OR DIE!”
With that, the thralls and unwitting allies (soon to be full thralls themselves) swarmed the ill-defended city to slay its would-be defenders and pillage its goods.
Morilanta, that bastion (tee-hee) of Evil, had set demons loose on the land—demons, who then had ravaged their clan. Their warped and twisted forms were their price for survival, for not giving in and dying to the demonic taint (Thank goodness for his mask; Die wasn’t sure he’d have been able to state that little irony with a straight face). Now, they marched on Ekaitz, which had fallen into Morilanta’s hands. They knew they were no match for the nation proper, but Ekaitz was another matter. If they could take that over, well, they’d see what would happen then.
Some (particularly the Belegites), had joined for the opportunity to fight, regardless of opponent. Others came to strike a blow against Morilanta or to join against the demons. Most were sympathetic to their cause after their own clash with the fey a few years ago. By the time they’d reached the small nation-state, they were all tainted to some degree due to the contact with the demons in the group and the blood they’d been slipped along the way.
“Leave the slaves alive,” Die had ordered. "They would sort them out later. “And let’s make things more divisive, shall we? Show them what they get for making an ally of Morilanta, hmm? Maybe then people will know better, and Morilanta will be even shorter on friends.” Honestly, he didn’t care so much as he wanted to cause a bit of chaos to amuse himself with. Karau’s campaign of ‘Rawr, conquer ALL THE THINGS’ would bore him to death otherwise.
With a wide smile, he waved to the gatekeepers. “Greetings to you, Ekaitz, ward of Morilanta! In the name of our lords, the Emperor Saul Dardan, the High Priest Diederik Black, and the demon Lord Karau, we ask a favour of our sister nation.” With a snap of his fingers, the thatched roofs nearest the outskirts were ignited. “SURRENDER OR DIE!”
With that, the thralls and unwitting allies (soon to be full thralls themselves) swarmed the ill-defended city to slay its would-be defenders and pillage its goods.