THE BLADE OF BETRAYAL BURNS BRIGHTLY ON THIS NIGHT:
These Be Troubled Times Within the Days of Yore:
“What have we then but thieves and mongrels, rogues and charlatans? Is the greater glory of the kingdom to be put in such filthy hands as these? Our fate is not yet complete, and you would have us place our trust in these, who are unfit, as they are unworthy.” His Majesty grew exceedingly impatient, summoned to his Counsellor’s Chambers at a seemingly ungodly hour. “Therefore I bid you to depart, every one of you, for I am indisposed, and the remainder of my meal awaits.”
“What would you have me do? They have offered their lives to protect that which is not their own. We must honour their brave resolve, which is much greater than your own.” Smiling through his wild and glistening eyes, Vasilius grew bold, strengthened in his secret knowledge, of which the King himself knew naught.
“I would take care that you yourself do not fall prey unto my smouldering wrath, Vasilius, which is both swift and quite assured, lest you hold your vile, offensive tongue. I will not have the glory of our people marred through any association with these hapless brigands; send them from my sight, I will not hear word of them again.” As His Majesty made move to leave the Counsellor’s Chambers, the doors were shut and barred; while his humble audience of hired men-at-arms suddenly drew their many daggers, knives and swords.
Vasilius paused knowingly, laughing softly to himself, before addressing his once-formidable Lordship, whom he had both surrounded and out-numbered, in an area most rarely visited by the castle guard. “It is with no strong feelings of remorse, Your Majesty, that I refuse to acknowledge your last request, for as you no doubt are becoming painfully aware, this meagre band of cutthroats so distastefully assembled before you on this day, has not arrived, as you supposed, to do your twisted bidding, but rather, here arrayed, have been brough before you now to take your very life!”
His Majesty became enraged, and drew his ancestral weapon from its scabbard at his side, knowing that such gnats and gad flies, as these weak and simple thieves, would fall in droves before its ancient power, which had served to ensure the strength and influence of his family for countless generations. In years past, he had personally killed more than twice this foul number of rough-minded interlopers; such fools were none of his concern, for they would unwillingly bathe in blood of their comrades for daring to threaten his divine authority. “Vasilius, have you committed this foul treachery? So long as I have my wits, and strength within my sword-armYou shall not succeed. Draw, at once, you dark-hearted fiends, for the wretched errors of this night shall surly be your last!
Vasilius had always known of the enchanted sword, said to grant its royal wielder indescribable power, having often heard that a dozen men could easily be slain by its voracious, gleaming edge, which fed upon the blood of its helpless, slaughtered victims. With but a paltry few of those fabled deadly blows, that horrific weapon could undo all he had yet achieved. He bade his anxious men-at-arms to wait, while he carefully exposed his King to the next insidious secret which he had so meticulously concealed, within his conspiritor's arsenal. “Hold your arms, or he will strike! Be patient still, and allow the poison in his veins to do its deadly work. In moments he will be weakened, more so than a cowardly cur fed only by a single sickly child. Your reign is ended, Sire, as my band of mercenaries and assassins has you now, caught unawares, disturbed you from an honourable supper, prepared with foul craft and much cunning; already we have confirmed accounts of the assured demise of those who had joined you at your table: your wife, your sons, your daughter; all of them deceived, all of them deceased! Lay down your arms, my Lord, for you are soon to follow in their cold, unearthly footsteps.”
At these words His Majesty could no longer be contained, as a murderous rage consumed him, he struck down six men with every breath, against his helpless foes, who were powerless to stop him. “My family you have murdered beneath the guise of servant, my bloodline you have ended for naught but simple malice; yet my reign shall live, and so shall I, to beset and smite you all, despite your vile and scheming ways! My rage shall know no bounds, and my savage retribution shall now be visited upon you!” He paused, as the last mercenary fell, turning his blood-soaked visage now to rest upon the defenseless figure of the still-smiling Vasilius. “All for naught, Vasilius, my most disloyal servant, all for naught.” The betrayer held his ground, as the voracious blade eagerly approached his throat. Yet, even as His Majesty strove to deliver the final punishing stroke, he fell beneath the insurmountable weight of the poisoned blood held within his veins, gasping his last words, which even yet failed to accept defeat: “Never could you have succeeded against the likes of me; kingship is my destiny.”
Vasilius stooped to retrieve the deadly weapon from the still-warm hand of the corpse before him, and spoke this vow unto its glowing surface: “I have come as you commanded, and killed the weakling you were slave to; grant me the power which I seek, and you shall forever feed upon the blood of innocents!” With The Ageless Blade Of Ancients in hand, and his rise to power thoroughly complete, a new despot of untold cruelty and malice was visited upon a frightened and innocent land: the tyrant known only as The Blood Soveriegn, himself nothing save a lowly puppet-king, faithful servant unto the hunger of an ancient demon-sword, which had consumed his soul.
“What have we then but thieves and mongrels, rogues and charlatans? Is the greater glory of the kingdom to be put in such filthy hands as these? Our fate is not yet complete, and you would have us place our trust in these, who are unfit, as they are unworthy.” His Majesty grew exceedingly impatient, summoned to his Counsellor’s Chambers at a seemingly ungodly hour. “Therefore I bid you to depart, every one of you, for I am indisposed, and the remainder of my meal awaits.”
“What would you have me do? They have offered their lives to protect that which is not their own. We must honour their brave resolve, which is much greater than your own.” Smiling through his wild and glistening eyes, Vasilius grew bold, strengthened in his secret knowledge, of which the King himself knew naught.
“I would take care that you yourself do not fall prey unto my smouldering wrath, Vasilius, which is both swift and quite assured, lest you hold your vile, offensive tongue. I will not have the glory of our people marred through any association with these hapless brigands; send them from my sight, I will not hear word of them again.” As His Majesty made move to leave the Counsellor’s Chambers, the doors were shut and barred; while his humble audience of hired men-at-arms suddenly drew their many daggers, knives and swords.
Vasilius paused knowingly, laughing softly to himself, before addressing his once-formidable Lordship, whom he had both surrounded and out-numbered, in an area most rarely visited by the castle guard. “It is with no strong feelings of remorse, Your Majesty, that I refuse to acknowledge your last request, for as you no doubt are becoming painfully aware, this meagre band of cutthroats so distastefully assembled before you on this day, has not arrived, as you supposed, to do your twisted bidding, but rather, here arrayed, have been brough before you now to take your very life!”
His Majesty became enraged, and drew his ancestral weapon from its scabbard at his side, knowing that such gnats and gad flies, as these weak and simple thieves, would fall in droves before its ancient power, which had served to ensure the strength and influence of his family for countless generations. In years past, he had personally killed more than twice this foul number of rough-minded interlopers; such fools were none of his concern, for they would unwillingly bathe in blood of their comrades for daring to threaten his divine authority. “Vasilius, have you committed this foul treachery? So long as I have my wits, and strength within my sword-armYou shall not succeed. Draw, at once, you dark-hearted fiends, for the wretched errors of this night shall surly be your last!
Vasilius had always known of the enchanted sword, said to grant its royal wielder indescribable power, having often heard that a dozen men could easily be slain by its voracious, gleaming edge, which fed upon the blood of its helpless, slaughtered victims. With but a paltry few of those fabled deadly blows, that horrific weapon could undo all he had yet achieved. He bade his anxious men-at-arms to wait, while he carefully exposed his King to the next insidious secret which he had so meticulously concealed, within his conspiritor's arsenal. “Hold your arms, or he will strike! Be patient still, and allow the poison in his veins to do its deadly work. In moments he will be weakened, more so than a cowardly cur fed only by a single sickly child. Your reign is ended, Sire, as my band of mercenaries and assassins has you now, caught unawares, disturbed you from an honourable supper, prepared with foul craft and much cunning; already we have confirmed accounts of the assured demise of those who had joined you at your table: your wife, your sons, your daughter; all of them deceived, all of them deceased! Lay down your arms, my Lord, for you are soon to follow in their cold, unearthly footsteps.”
At these words His Majesty could no longer be contained, as a murderous rage consumed him, he struck down six men with every breath, against his helpless foes, who were powerless to stop him. “My family you have murdered beneath the guise of servant, my bloodline you have ended for naught but simple malice; yet my reign shall live, and so shall I, to beset and smite you all, despite your vile and scheming ways! My rage shall know no bounds, and my savage retribution shall now be visited upon you!” He paused, as the last mercenary fell, turning his blood-soaked visage now to rest upon the defenseless figure of the still-smiling Vasilius. “All for naught, Vasilius, my most disloyal servant, all for naught.” The betrayer held his ground, as the voracious blade eagerly approached his throat. Yet, even as His Majesty strove to deliver the final punishing stroke, he fell beneath the insurmountable weight of the poisoned blood held within his veins, gasping his last words, which even yet failed to accept defeat: “Never could you have succeeded against the likes of me; kingship is my destiny.”
Vasilius stooped to retrieve the deadly weapon from the still-warm hand of the corpse before him, and spoke this vow unto its glowing surface: “I have come as you commanded, and killed the weakling you were slave to; grant me the power which I seek, and you shall forever feed upon the blood of innocents!” With The Ageless Blade Of Ancients in hand, and his rise to power thoroughly complete, a new despot of untold cruelty and malice was visited upon a frightened and innocent land: the tyrant known only as The Blood Soveriegn, himself nothing save a lowly puppet-king, faithful servant unto the hunger of an ancient demon-sword, which had consumed his soul.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Wednesday, January 05, 2005
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Having previous knowledge of the many vague and distempered allusions summarily contained within, those who know me best would do well to disregard the pitiable truth behind this fantastic, lack-lustre showing.
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