Renna stood atop of the alter, her head lowered her eyes closed... She seemed to be sleeping and was standing up while doing so. Actually, she was thinking to herself. What now? Tanzin had completed his job in gaining the first village under her rule, soon she would have to go there, lay down the laws of which she will create, and then uphold them at all times.
Eyes opened, her hood blocking her view of the whole hall... All she could see was her monkish robe, billowing from an unknown wind that was sucked down from the passageways of her Fort... Tilting her head up her eyes regarded the wall to stare at the various sized bodies chaned in a mass upon them, stareing at her from their hoods - their face shrouded in litteral darkness, stayed silent, awaiting their Mistress's orders.
Still in silence her head turend towards the gate, which now was on her left, the misty portal rippling like the waters of the ocean Toby once showed her days ago... It was currently leading to nowhere, not quite activated.
The deathly silence and stench of the room was unnerving to most, but to Renna, it was beautiful... No arguements of the Inn, no silly idiots trying to kill for reasons that they were bored - Renna admitted she was once one, but people learnt from their mistakes usually.
The tappings of footsteps drew near her eyes shifted now to one monk-robbed minion coming near from the entrance of the Hall, unmoving, Renna moved her hand almost plesureably to her Morning Star, unclipping it from her belt, letting the ball fall to the ground in a thud chipping the stone floor.
The mank-robbed form bowed his head, his rotting throat wheezing his words: "... Mistress we'aa ready..."
"Good. Take them..." A hand moved out towards the walls, her shadow arms appearing from the darkness of the walls, releasing the bodies that were chained there, they fell with a thud, but soon stood without a grumble or whimper. Obviously, many were women and men, and children. All different sizes and genders, ages even. They all share the same potential danger as the other. They were afterall all possessed by Shadow Demons.
The mass of black monks slowly moved to stand in lines, their head bowed, the man of whom addressed Renna now lost in the sea of darkness. There was no more than eighty of them, that was far more than enough.
"Go to Souan, there are four other nomadic towns surronding them which need to be told of whom their new... Mistress is." A smirk passed her lips as she moved slowly down the alter's steps, the Morning Star dragging along the ground, the ball bouncing with each step it fell. "One of these villages is at least eighty-four miles North Cadentia, close to the deserts. Stop there, be sure to leave at least twenty Black Monks in each of the four villages - even Souan. Return with what Monks you have... The rest of my army will be here in two days time, in that time I want these villages mine, understood?"
The sea of Black Monks did move, they simply turned, and made their way out. Renna stopped at the bottom step, and turned to look at the Gate, Tanzin's army needed to be given to him so she could at least appease the man's thirst for power...
He was so like Renna, and this reminded of herself going to Ayreg begging for the same power. But of course Tanzin didn't beg, he simply gave into her advances.
Eyes opened, her hood blocking her view of the whole hall... All she could see was her monkish robe, billowing from an unknown wind that was sucked down from the passageways of her Fort... Tilting her head up her eyes regarded the wall to stare at the various sized bodies chaned in a mass upon them, stareing at her from their hoods - their face shrouded in litteral darkness, stayed silent, awaiting their Mistress's orders.
Still in silence her head turend towards the gate, which now was on her left, the misty portal rippling like the waters of the ocean Toby once showed her days ago... It was currently leading to nowhere, not quite activated.
The deathly silence and stench of the room was unnerving to most, but to Renna, it was beautiful... No arguements of the Inn, no silly idiots trying to kill for reasons that they were bored - Renna admitted she was once one, but people learnt from their mistakes usually.
The tappings of footsteps drew near her eyes shifted now to one monk-robbed minion coming near from the entrance of the Hall, unmoving, Renna moved her hand almost plesureably to her Morning Star, unclipping it from her belt, letting the ball fall to the ground in a thud chipping the stone floor.
The mank-robbed form bowed his head, his rotting throat wheezing his words: "... Mistress we'aa ready..."
"Good. Take them..." A hand moved out towards the walls, her shadow arms appearing from the darkness of the walls, releasing the bodies that were chained there, they fell with a thud, but soon stood without a grumble or whimper. Obviously, many were women and men, and children. All different sizes and genders, ages even. They all share the same potential danger as the other. They were afterall all possessed by Shadow Demons.
The mass of black monks slowly moved to stand in lines, their head bowed, the man of whom addressed Renna now lost in the sea of darkness. There was no more than eighty of them, that was far more than enough.
"Go to Souan, there are four other nomadic towns surronding them which need to be told of whom their new... Mistress is." A smirk passed her lips as she moved slowly down the alter's steps, the Morning Star dragging along the ground, the ball bouncing with each step it fell. "One of these villages is at least eighty-four miles North Cadentia, close to the deserts. Stop there, be sure to leave at least twenty Black Monks in each of the four villages - even Souan. Return with what Monks you have... The rest of my army will be here in two days time, in that time I want these villages mine, understood?"
The sea of Black Monks did move, they simply turned, and made their way out. Renna stopped at the bottom step, and turned to look at the Gate, Tanzin's army needed to be given to him so she could at least appease the man's thirst for power...
He was so like Renna, and this reminded of herself going to Ayreg begging for the same power. But of course Tanzin didn't beg, he simply gave into her advances.