King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 19, 2007 19:08:57 GMT -8
“I like living on the edge, you should try it.” Precocious little bastard... King Osirus thought as his anger grew into a livid peak. His anger was beginning to show in his face now as he watched Laties and Naahra dance. Why had he let his daughter dance with the man who had angered him so? Simple, it allowed Osirus time to think. Think about what he would do next, think about how he shall treat this matter. Staring at Laties in blank hatred, he racked his mind and asked upon Nocens Atrum for ideas. As he picked up a wine glass, he couldn't keep his hands from shaking. His eyes were drawn to this physical weakness and for a moment, he willed it to stop. But his hands wouldn't comply and instead, he closed his fist upon the fragil glass, shattering it, the wine spilling on the table.
Its simple...I know exactly what I'll do...Our plans won't have to change for I know Eltana still has one sword...With that sword, I still have an advantage. I know exactly how to punish Laties and Israfel to my advantage... The anger was slowly replaced with a sadistic smile as the idea fermented in his mind and grew into a fantasy. Watching a small cut caused from the shattering glass bleed on his finger, he glanced at Eltana.
"My dear Eltana...I would like it very much to see my promised sword if you please..." The King said. And just as he finished his sentence, something quickly grabbed his attention; a flash of green hair. Smirking, he raised a hand to mentioned to two soldiers. They glanced around the room for a moment, then nodded to the King. In a very quick manner, they managed to grab Israfel out of the sea of bodies and bring him forward. The King smiled.
"Hello Sergeant Major Israfel Ausgard."
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Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Sept 20, 2007 12:09:02 GMT -8
During the entirety of the horrifying scene between King Osirus and the disrespectful general, Eltana had been watching with moderate curiosity. So his incompetent little grass man had lost the sword to the Order? He had suspected as much after seeing Israfel's horrible condition. Well, that little faux pas undoubtedly gave the Order of Lumen the upper hand, seeing as he knew they were close to obtaining the Dolus Sword from that enigmatic nomad. King Osirus only had one sword in his grasp; and while General Laties possibly had information pertaining to the Odium Sword, it was of little to no consequence to him.
Why? A number of reasons. For one, the pieces were already in place--well, for the most part. Eltana knew the exact location of the Odium Sword and could definitely get it with a little help, and was about to present the Saevio Sword to King Osirus. He didn't know the precise location of the Dolus Sword, no, but had a few methods of finding out. The only sword he was now at a loss about was the Cruor Sword; seeing as it had fallen into the hands of The Order, he thought it would be best to let King Osirus and his generals retrieve it without interference. The mission fell into the military's jurisdiction, anyway.
A full smile graced his lips once Osirus requested for him to present the sword. "As you wish, my liege," he said, amber orbs quickly darting over to the small group of robed men standing at the opposite end of the room. With one small hand motion he summoned the black-clad servants over to the royal podium. As his faithful employees approached, he caught sight of none other than Sergeant Israfel Deu Ausgard being lead to his master and ruler. This would certainly be very amusing! Eltana couldn't wait to see the look on his grass man's face when he discovered that, while he failed to obtain a sword, the man he intended to one-up was presenting one to the King!
Eltana meticulously removed the sword from the hands of one of the men. The Saevio Sword couldn't been seen, nor could it's sheath; for it was wrapped in a silky black cloth, protected from the peering eyes of those unworthy to view its grandeur. The legendary blade now in his grasp, he turned to King Osirus and held it out to him. "The fabled Saevio Sword is now within your grasp, your excellency."
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 20, 2007 14:59:25 GMT -8
Naahra couldn't help but break out into a large, cheerful grin as she whirled round and round the dance floor. She turned to face her father, but, seeing the sullen look upon his face, she had the feeling he wasn't please about Laties revealing that Grass Man hadn't gotten the 'sword' he wanted. Sighing, she turned to see the crowds surrounding she and Laties, all staring as the two danced along the now-empty floor. She allowed herself to be guided by the general's steps, almost seeming to glide along the floor like a swan upon water. Upon hearing her father call for Israfel again, she shot a glance in the direction in which the annoying Grass Man was being led. As much as she wanted to throw one of her shoes, or her coronet, or even her necklace at him, she restrained herself and allowed herself to continue dancing, feeling as if she would float off the ground at any moment and fly through the air with Laties, far away from the crowds, up into the night sky...
((Ugh, apologies for the short-ness... I have a bad case of writer's block... D=))
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Post by Laties on Sept 20, 2007 18:52:53 GMT -8
A small flicker of concern crossed the general's eyes before vanishing as his eyes fell upon the wounded soldier in mid turn. His smile faltered slightly as he dipped the princess slightly before bringing her up and smiling at her as though nothing was wrong.
Though the surface, he was his normal self but on the inside his world was shaking. The only thing that was crossing his mind was: Tonight, it has to be tonight.
Laties suddenly pulled the princess closer to his body, holding her almost like a lover. He gently pressed his face against her neck and took in the faint rose scent. Danger? The general had passed that stage a long time ago and the current stage he was in was suicide. His body rocked side to side slowly as the beat of the music began to slow. Occasionaly, he spun the princess but quickly went back to embracing her.
"Princess..." He murmured softly into her ear. "What are you doing tonight?" Laties asked in a near curious tone though his expression was one no-where near curious. In fact, his eyes were trained on Israfel with an expression of a sly fox.
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 20, 2007 20:13:03 GMT -8
Ooc:: I'm gonna use this account for both Osirus and Israfel for this post.
For the fist time since Laties had produced the empty sheath, Osirus felt that finally, something might just go his way. Excitement filled him so suddenly, he stood with enthusiasm, his hair billowing out behind him. His smile was both dark and finally, pleased. His heart raced and his eyes were wide with anticipation as he reached forward, his hand shaking with the desire to weild the dark sword. It was as if it were calling out to him, drawing the desires deep from within Nocens Atrum himself! "The fabled Saevio Sword is now within your grasp, your excellency."
The minute his skin touched the soft velvet cloth, the King broke out into an insane chuckle. It was like a giddy kid during Christmas. His eyes lit with a insane gleam as he plucked it from Eltana's hands. Ever so slowly and carefully, as if suddenly the sword would simply disappear from his grip, he removed the cloth. His breath was caught in his chest as the black cloth slipped from the sheath, revealing its tattered gelded form. Osirus smiled as he took one hand and placed it on the hilt, slowly drawing the blade from the sheath.
The silvery metal shimmered in the light as clean and pure as a new sword. Even throughout the years and generations of blood and violence, the sword itself held not even a single blemish. Its intricately designed hilt looked like that of a jagged knife. Each jagged edge was curved down, a sure and truly painful stab for anyone who was unfortunate enough to become its fleshy sheath. It was a frightening sword to behold. The Saevio Sword, the Violence Sword of the Sinful Swords was now in the bloody King's hands. Pure delight filled the King's face as he held it up in the air.
"Finally! After so many years of searching! I finally have the Saevio sword!" Osirus smiled and looked at Eltana.
"You are a truly magnificant man, Eltana Remarque. Your name will be honored by the Kingdom of Alyssys for generations to come!" Osirus said. He then looked to Laties and the Princess.
"Laties, you shall unhand my daughter now. I would like to show you exactly why losing the Cruor Sword was such a poor thing to do..." Osirus said as he walked forward, holding the Saevio sword out, its silvery tip aimed at Laties' neck.
"Wait! Osirus! My liege!" Israfel called out. He struggled against the soldiers that held him, but in his weakened condition, the two held him tightly. They hardly made a noise as he struggled; kicking their shins, stomping their feet. But nothing seemed to work. But now, he had the King's attention. As Osirus turned and looked at Israfel, the Sergeant couldn't help but feel a cold shiver of dread creep up his back. The King's dark eyes glared at him. Such anger in his eyes. There was no doubt. He really did know who was to blame.
"Speak, Israfel Deu Ausgard!" Osirus growled.
Israfel took a shuddering breath and looked away. He couldn't stand the cold glare of the King. It was as if the King was looking right through him into his soul. It was a sickening feeling. He shuddered again, but he couldn't figure out if it was from the King's glare or the lack of blood in his system. He took a deep breath, then sighed.
"Laties is not to blame. I am. I lost the sword to the General of the Order...I was weak and they took the sword. I implore you, don't punish General Laties..." Israfel said, slowly daring to look at the King.
Osirus stared at Israfel as he spoke. After speaking, however, Osirus walked up to him and took Israfel's face in his hand, forcing the Sergeant to look at him. He smiled gently, shaking his head. "You poor man. You're in no shape to be taking punishments, even if it was your fault...Why, you can hardly stand on your own two feet..." Osirus said, then chuckled, standing straight. His smile turned from gentleness to a wicked smirk.
"But you're right...it is your fault...and...and," Osirus ran a hand through his hair, then in one swift movement, took the sword in both hands and raised it over Israfel.
"I'M SO TIRED OF THESE SELFLESS BRIGADES! I HATE SELFLESSNESS!" Osirus yelled and slammed the sword into Israfel's uninjured leg. His twisted smile grew with Israfel's pained screams, blood issuing forth like a geyser. Osirus withdrew the sword ever so slowly, laughing deeply as blood splattered his face. As the soldiers let the suffering Israfel fall back onto the floor in pain, Osirus brought a hand up to smear the crimson blood against his cheek. Walking up to Laties and Naahra, he turned his eyes to the General.
"Now, General Laties, I'm getting quite tired of seeing parade around with my daughter. I think its time we end this little celebration..." Osirus said, lifting the sword so that the tip of the sword was aimed for Laties' stomach.
"Will you accompany me to the Blood Chamber?"[/size]
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 21, 2007 6:05:39 GMT -8
"Please, father! Stop!"
Naahra's cry rang out through the whole Grand Hall as she broke from Laties's arms and ran forward, throwing her arms around her father. "Please, father, don't kill him! Laties didn't do anything! Don't kill him!" Her ghostly eyes stared up at him, and, if only for a second, they flashed back to their beautiful green hue. "You can send him and that bunny woman to go get the swords!" Tears were streaming from her eyes now, "Please! He doesn't have to die!" As soon as she spoke those words, whispers went through the crowds, such as 'Does the princess love that barbarian?' or 'Why is she standing up for him?!' Her gaze turned up to her father. "Please..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her gaze then turned from her father's face to her mother, the annoying hat man, and the girly Eltana behind him. She knew they would think her crazy, or a nuisance, or both, or they may even think that she loves Laties! Which, that wouldn't be completely a lie, but...
((And the plot thickens...))
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Post by Queen Marcelle on Sept 21, 2007 15:47:11 GMT -8
Queen Marcelle observed in silence as her husband broke into mad laughter over having the Saevio Sword in his grasp, a genuine, yet strange smile gracing her lovely countenance. Something about her expression was quite disturbing, as if she were a bit too excited to see her husband so insanely joyous. The anger surging through her curvy form had dissipated as soon as the weapons dealer presented King Osirus with one of the sinful swords: it was as if she had completely forgotten about Laties' transgression; but, unfortunately for the desert monkey, that wasn't the case.
The very instant her husband addressed the desert monkey and put the sword's tip to his throat, Marcelle felt compelled to run over and hug her husband--but she couldn't even bring herself to move, the excitement shackling her to where she stood. That desert barbarian would be out of her lovely hair, and her daughter would be free from his lustful advances. The Queen was reminded why she fawned over and loved her husband so much as she watched, her adoration for him growing by the second. Everything was perfect.
Normally she would have been furious at Sergeant Israfel's objection, but she knew exactly what awaited him for such a disrespectful interruption. Her idolized spouse was wielding the Saevio Sword, and she suspected that he was yearning to use it to decapitate the fool who managed to lose its brother. Well, she wasn't far off: King Osirus thrusted the blade into Israfel's good leg, causing blood to spew out all over the place. Marcelle watched in positively morbid fascination, looking as if the joy and excitement were severing her ties to sanity.
The Dark Queen growled inwardly once her daughter threw her arms around Osirus, begging that he spare Laties the horrors of the Blood Chamber. That petulant girl! How dare she interfere with the proceedings, interrupt her father's moment of glory, try to rip the two people she disliked most from the clutches of the Blood Chamber! Very rarely was Marcelle ever angry with her daughter--in fact, she even placed the blame of her being courted by Laties entirely on her escort--but she couldn't stand by and let her mess things up.
In one quick motion Marcelle lunged forward and latched a hand onto her daughter's arm. She pulled Naahra away from Osirus and over to her with surprising strength, her razor-sharp nails digging into her daughter's flesh. The Queen addressed her daughter in a soft, almost pleasant voice that hid her true feelings: "Don't embarrass yourself and your family, sweetheart. It's very unbecoming of a princess to be fawning over a tan-skinned animal. You are to stand back and admire your father's godliness, understood?"
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 21, 2007 16:09:17 GMT -8
Naahra allowed herself to be dragged off of her father by her mother, but, as soon as her mother stopped, she managed to ease her arm out of her mother's vicelike grip. She stared down at her feet, not wishing to look up at what was going to happen. But...she could always leave... That was an option, but her parents probably wouldn't like that... Unless she faked that she was tired... Maybe she could get away with THAT.
She placed one hand to her mouth, faking a long yawn. "Mother, I believe I will take my leave for tonight... Everything has worn me out, and..." she stopped again, her gaze turning to the ceiling, "I don't believe I got enough sleep last night, so I will have to make up for it..." Slowly, she walked behind her mother, so she was on her other side, "So, if you would, tell Father I said good night..." With that, she began walking away from the scene in the middle of the dance floor, the crowd parting to allow her through the small hallway that led deeper into the castle.
/Laties.../ she thought to herself, tears already welling up into her eyes as she stepped into the hallway, /I'm so sorry... I tried, and I failed.../
/~Naahra has taken her leave!~*
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Post by Laties on Sept 21, 2007 19:33:23 GMT -8
The smile on Laties' face never faded as he nodded with a slight chuckle escaped him. He had always expected one of the blades to be pointed at him. Well, of course, he pratically did edge the dark lord to. A sigh escaped Laties as he raised his hand and ran it through his slicked back hair before ruffling it. "It seems like my plans have changed..." He murmured loudly before he reached out and ran a finger over the edge of the Saveio sword. After a few seconds, the general pulled his hand back and looked at the clean slice before licking away the small droplets.
"First of all, my good fellow. Thank you for injuring the one person you could send that would be of some threat to me." He chuckled as he took a large step back and raised his hand. "I hope you'll find it somewhere in that heart of yoursrs to forgive me. But it's time for me to put my own plan into motion." With that, a large gust of wind suddenly went through the room, knocking several of the guests to the floor. The general pulled out his own sword as threw it at the king before her took off running towards the door and slammed the door shut.
For a moment, Laties leaned against the door panting. The sounds of a mini hurricane inside echoed into the hall way in a large wave of sound before he quickly knelt down. Palms touching the floor, Laties' brows scrunched together in concentration before the sound of the ground cracking reached his ears. Within seconds, he threw his arms up while throwing himself backwards as the ground cracked and a large stone wall formed in front of the door.
He sat there, a light layer of sweat covering his face as he took in deep ragged breaths. The princess, he had to find the princess. Laties scrambled to his feet as he took off sprinting to her bedroom for the wall wouldn't last much longer. Perhaps another fifteen minutes, he had to put everyone second in use to convince her. If not, he'd be force to kidnap her.
(laties out)
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 21, 2007 20:04:21 GMT -8
Osirus was forced to take a few steps from Laties as he summoned a great hurricane of wind, forcing the King to block his face as the wind picked up debris and items from the floor. His black hair was blasted about him, whipping about as the King cursed under his breath. Then, he dropped his arms just in time to see Laties draw his own sword and toss it at the King. Osirus' eyes grew wide in shock as he quickly brought his sword bearing arm up to guard. However, he didn't make it in time. The sword cut clean through his clothing items, burying itself deep in his chest. The King grunted loudly as he glared at the sword now sheathed in his chest. The screams of the nobles were drowned out by the wind as the King felt his fury build.
As Laties ran out the door, the King went to the floor on one knee, dropping the Saevio sword. He gripped the hilt of Laties' sword and pulled. The sword came from his chest with a sickening shlurp and a gush of crimson. He growled, putting a hand to his chest to stem the bleed. As the two soldiers closest to him ran to his side, he shoved them away.
"Idiots! Get him! Capture Laties! Bring him to me!" Osirus yelled. The soldiers nodded and ran to the door Laties had just ran from. However, as Laties blocked it, the soldiers had no way of getting past it. They would have to take the long away around or wait for the wall to fall.
"Get him! Get him and someone bring my daughter to me! You must not let Laties get to Naahra!" Osirus roared in anger as he stood, retrieving the sword with his other hand, the other hovering over the wound. He shook his head slowly, the shock of his own General abandoning him was small, but it was there. His dark eyes moved to where the injured Sergeant lay on the floor, his face pale and sweating, looking at the King in horror.
"To think, your General has just abandoned you!" Osirus yelled over the noise in the hall, blood issuing forth from between his fingers. He looked to Nikanoru motioned to him to come to the King.
"Nikanoru, we have plans for this young Sergeant. Please make sure he is brought to the Blood Chamber immediately. I want to deal with him while his injuries and the shock is still there...Damn it! Find another way to get him you idiots!" Osirus yelled at the soldiers. He walked back to his throne and sat heavily, unbuttoning his vast collection of robes to gaze at the injury.
"Damn you, Laties..."
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Post by Lord Nikanoru on Sept 22, 2007 7:10:20 GMT -8
Though he hadn't said much during the entire scene, Nikanoru was taking in every bit of it with great curiosity. A grand confrontation between Laties and the Dark King Osirus himself: the puppet stood up to his master, cutting the strings that bound him to servitude and blind obedience. He had suspected that would happen at some point in the near future after their little encounter in the Blood Chamber; but he hadn't suspected that Laties would actually attack the king.
Screams and confused voices filled the entire Grand Hall. Soldiers were struggling valiantly against the wall that blocked their path to the traitorous Laties, doing whatever they could to smash it down. They were even calling upon some of the larger nobles and aristocrats to help them; but seeing as they were in hysterics after seeing their king so violently and pretty much useless, they were in no position to help. All efforts to break down the wall and capture Laties seemed to be in vain.
Nikanoru nodded after hearing his master's order and motioned for several unoccupied soldiers to come over and restrain Israfel, just in case he had enough strength left to attempt an escape. "Your friend Luhma shall be joining you soon enough," he mocked the injured, green-haired sergeant before glancing around the room, noting the state of extreme confusion. He could see the enraged and shocked Queen lost somewhere in the crowd, but couldn't catch a glimpse of his old friend Eltana..
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 22, 2007 9:38:29 GMT -8
Israfel allowed the soldiers to restrain him and pluck him up from this pained position on the floor. The pain in his legs had him entrapped in a white world where nothing made sense and all he could think about was the throbbing burn in his legs. All he knew for sure was that Laties had escaped and Israfel hismelf was headed right for the blood chamber. Tch...I don't care anymore...hopefully they'll kill me and get rid of this pain... Israfel thought to himself. "To think, your General has just abandoned you!" "Your friend Luhma shall be joining you soon enough."
Israfel could only chuckle as he thought about Laties escaping. Yeah, he had left Israfel, but the Sergeant had had a feeling long ago Laties couldn't live with the Knights for much longer. Sure, it stung that he had left him in the middle of hell, but Laties had never really cared much for Israfel's feelings. And so Israfel could only laugh weakly as the soldiers began dragging him away. "Laties...won't...let himself...be taken...You'll have to kill him...before he let's you...capture him..." Israfel gasped out. I can only hope that the King will allow death for me... was the last thing Israfel thought before passing out.
The soldiers nodded to Nikanoru. Israfel was ready to be dragged into the blood chamber.
::Israfel Fin::
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Post by Queen Marcelle on Sept 23, 2007 12:28:33 GMT -8
Like many other guests, the Queen herself was thrown back by the force of the large hurricane conjured by the traitorous Laties that ripped through the Grand Hall. Thankfully she suffered no damage, except for a slight pain stinging the side on which she landed. As Marcelle forced herself back to her feet, she pieced together what was going on amidst the confusion and insanity going on within the massive chamber. That desert monkey had just summoned a hurricane in an attempt to occupy her husband and his men as he made his escape. The bastard! He wouldn't get away!
Marcelle forced her way through the crowds of frantic, yelling nobles and aristocrats, trying to get to her husband and see if he was alright. The infuriated woman caused quite a bit of damage as she fought her way through the mass of people, shoving some out of her way and others right down to the ground as she made her way toward Osirus. She felt no remorse for adding to the general confusion of the people; because she was the Queen and therefore superior to each and every one of them, it was her right to cut down whomever dared to stand in her way.
Suddenly she heard the confused yells transition into shrieks of terror and shock. Automatically she assumed the worst--that her husband had been gravely injured or even killed by Laties' assault! No, that was impossible: Osirus was god, and therefore couldn't die. Frantically pushing her way through the crowd, she finally caught a glimpse of her glorious husband...
And stared in absolute shock at the sight of him ripping a sword from his chest.
Despite the gravity of the wound, Marcelle assured herself that Nocens Atrum would quickly heal it for her husband; there was nothing to worry about. Besides, she had more important things to worry about now. Osirus' shouts had reminded her of the danger posed against her daughter Naahra: that lustful desert monkey was on the loose; he would undoubtedly attempt capturing her! Quickly assuming that Laties intended to hold her hostage and possibly have his way with her, she became very frantic.
Noticing a trio of soldiers trying to assist the upset guests, Marcelle was consumed with fury. Grabbing a nearby bottle of wine, she tossed it at the head of the nearest soldier and let out a shriek: "You damn fools! There are more important things to worry about than restoring the peace! Go, apprehend Laties and ensure the safety of the princess! IMMEDIATELY!"
Without waiting for a response from the soldier she just assaulted, the violent Queen Marcelle shoved two young women out of her way and continued heading over toward her husband. But she came to a quick halt once she saw a group of Nikanoru's soldiers dragging the insufferable Israfel Deu Ausgard toward an unblocked exit. That bastard was responsible for losing the sword and starting this mess! She wouldn't let him escape her wrath. Marcelle rushed over to the unconscious sergeant in a barbaric rage and began delivering kick after kick to his unprotected groin with her heeled boots, much to the surprise of the soldiers surrounding him.
Satisfied with her vengeance, Marcelle approached her husband and took a seat on the throne next to him. Though it was obvious that she was still furious, being in the presence of her beloved calmed her considerably. Her icy blue gaze drifted to Osirus' awful chest wound; she grimaced in response, but assured herself that Nocens Atrum would mend it. "....Damn that primitive savage! If he lays one hand on our daughter, I swear to Nocens Atrum I'll shove a squirrel in him," she growled through gritted teeth.
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 23, 2007 13:54:56 GMT -8
Osirus glanced to Marcelle as she sat, her fury palpable. He grimaced slightly, returning his eyes to the wound that was clearly, but slowly, mending itself. It was a deep wound, not one easily closed up quickly and nicely. There would be a scar there, but that would be dull in comparison to the scars he would visit upon Laties and Israfel. He growled as the last threads of skin came together, leaving a rigid scar. Osirus slowly ran his fingers over the scar, then growled. He then glanced at his beloved Queen as Israfel was dragged out of the grand hall.
"Laties was correct in one thing, my Queen...he was right in saying that I had injured the one man that could pose a threat to him..." Osirus said darkly. The wound was closed, but the inner wound to his chest would take a little more time to heal. He could feel the effects of the wound to his body. He gripped the clothing around the wound in anger and watched as nobles and guests began to frantically abandon the Grand Hall. His eyes fell to the Saevio sword in front of him.
"We'll have to get young Israfel back on his feet quickly and find out where Lieutenant Lourette has gone to. The hunt for Laties Luhma must begin immediately..." Osirus growled. His long hair fell about his shoulders in disarray.
"Mercenaries, assassins, head hunters...I don't care who we have to hire, I want Laties Luhma's head brought to me on a silver platter!" Osirus yelled. Tucking his chin in, his furious eyes focused on nothing, he clenched the arm rest of the throne as his anger grew.
"I will leave the punishment of Naahra up to you, my love..." He said. "She cannot be allowed to think that she'll get away with consorting with the likes of a traitor. Do whatever you please to get the notion through her head...I swear upon death, I will have Laties so severely punishes, he will come begging me for mercy. I will send troops to Gurella and have them massacre everyone within the desert range...The desert will run red..." Osirus said before quickly standing. He took the the sheath of the Saevio sword and thrust its counterpart into it, then turned to his Queen, holding his hand out to her.
"Come, my goddess...we have many things to do before this night is over..." He said, leading her back out through the crimson curtain.
::Osirus Fin::
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