Post by Gunther on Oct 6, 2008 13:46:53 GMT -5
The tale of a legend
1 The Smile
All is quiet now. The sounds of war and death have passed. He stands at the top of the tallest remaining tower of the now ruined castle. Observing the chaos and ruin all around him, he simply smiles to himself, satisfied for now. He has what he wants. This is their fault isnt it? If they had met his demands perhaps some of them would have survived. Wait, he reminds himself. Some of them did survive. Sasha is now his. Frozen in time until he chooses to free her. He can now look at her, admire her, and make her the object of his fantasies. When the time came to live out those desires, once he has chosen the perfect time to release her and make her his own, her life will have one final awe inspiring moment, then she will die. He will wait for the thirty days. The other survivor made him a promise after all. He said as he ran for his useless life that he would return in a months time to avenge all that happened here. He swore to come back for Sasha. How dare he make this threat? How dare he even concieve of the possability of defeating me? I am the greatest necromancer this world has seen! I am the most feared being on this planet! I am Nezzerkaddar! The necromancer knew this warrior would return. He knew he would challange his rule, and he was counting on it. Truthfully he was getting bored. He longed to have someone to hate and loathe. Someone to concern himself about. Nezzerkaddar will wait here, with his beautiful prize. When this warrior came back, after he slashes his way through the guards who were once his family, his friends. Once he climbs this tower to reach his love frozen atop, Nezzerkaddar will hold this brave fool in place, make him watch as he lives out his desires on Sasha, as he takes her life. Only then will this foolish Dwarf die. He will die slowly and painfully, pleading for his own death. After a time, it will be granted. Then he will move on. He will find another kingdom and another prize. He may even find another enemy worthy of his hate. But now he is getting ahead of himself. There is still unfinished business here. This story still must reach its grand fanale. The thought of how it will end once again brings the old necromancer to smile. Nezzerkaddar does not smile because of the ruins or the conquest. He does not smile because of all the new minions he has gained by raising the corpses of this place. It is for the moment when this hero comes charging in, only to fail and watch his beloved completely fall prey to this dark man, and then know his life is also forfit. The look on his face, the look of a hero who has realized complete defeat and failure. To see this look, that is why Nezzerkaddar smiles.
1 The Smile
All is quiet now. The sounds of war and death have passed. He stands at the top of the tallest remaining tower of the now ruined castle. Observing the chaos and ruin all around him, he simply smiles to himself, satisfied for now. He has what he wants. This is their fault isnt it? If they had met his demands perhaps some of them would have survived. Wait, he reminds himself. Some of them did survive. Sasha is now his. Frozen in time until he chooses to free her. He can now look at her, admire her, and make her the object of his fantasies. When the time came to live out those desires, once he has chosen the perfect time to release her and make her his own, her life will have one final awe inspiring moment, then she will die. He will wait for the thirty days. The other survivor made him a promise after all. He said as he ran for his useless life that he would return in a months time to avenge all that happened here. He swore to come back for Sasha. How dare he make this threat? How dare he even concieve of the possability of defeating me? I am the greatest necromancer this world has seen! I am the most feared being on this planet! I am Nezzerkaddar! The necromancer knew this warrior would return. He knew he would challange his rule, and he was counting on it. Truthfully he was getting bored. He longed to have someone to hate and loathe. Someone to concern himself about. Nezzerkaddar will wait here, with his beautiful prize. When this warrior came back, after he slashes his way through the guards who were once his family, his friends. Once he climbs this tower to reach his love frozen atop, Nezzerkaddar will hold this brave fool in place, make him watch as he lives out his desires on Sasha, as he takes her life. Only then will this foolish Dwarf die. He will die slowly and painfully, pleading for his own death. After a time, it will be granted. Then he will move on. He will find another kingdom and another prize. He may even find another enemy worthy of his hate. But now he is getting ahead of himself. There is still unfinished business here. This story still must reach its grand fanale. The thought of how it will end once again brings the old necromancer to smile. Nezzerkaddar does not smile because of the ruins or the conquest. He does not smile because of all the new minions he has gained by raising the corpses of this place. It is for the moment when this hero comes charging in, only to fail and watch his beloved completely fall prey to this dark man, and then know his life is also forfit. The look on his face, the look of a hero who has realized complete defeat and failure. To see this look, that is why Nezzerkaddar smiles.
In the interest of readability, you may want to break up the paragraphs a bit more. But overall, fantastic work. ))
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