?Mistress! Mistress a telegram from him! Mistress!? A blonde haired boy, ragged and dirty erupted into the tent with such speed it almost shocked the occupant inside half to death...
That was of course if she wasn?t dead, already...
?What?? Renna of the Dark exclaimed, irritated by the boys haste. Leaning up from her sitting position upon her throne while her skeletal hand had risen up to clutch and snatch the letter from the outstretched hand of the young messenger boy, which she might add had hardly any time to even bow before her ? disgraceful! No manners at all! Something Renna of the Dark usually would not have tolerated without punishment but today however, mercy was granted amongst her subjects and this was mostly because killing them before the battle even started was highly ill-advised?
Considering, she was way too outnumbered to even afford in killing her own subjects for her own sickening pleasures and sadistic lusts. And also considering they were only merely human?
Bringing the message to the eyeless sockets that had barely even the smallest ray of light by the dimly lit lamp that lay rested atop of a small wooden desk in front of her, read what was displayed upon the paper in odd-daemonic runes and reading it with ease despite the night?s darkness that had shrouded most of the tent. Perhaps being as old as she was, Renna was also able to understand the runes without so much of a problem and she waved away the messenger boy with a free hand while sinking back into her the chair of skulls recreated from the corpses of her fallen foes from battles past.
?Renna of the Dark,
The Bloodstones have taken up camp upon the hill beyond the plane. Scouts have reported that it is quite possible that there are thousands of them? Hundreds of thousands? We cannot tell. Also, I would like to bring to your attention of their reinforcements coming South of our position? I don?t think I need to remind you Mistress that would mean we would be completely surrounded? And outnumbered? I suggest we strike tonight under the cover of dark.?
Your loyal servant.
The message was not signed but although Renna knew exactly who it was, and usually he liked it if he was remained unnamed. The letter was crushed slowly and tossed atop of the desk, she watched it roll to the other side of the table and then like the golf ball hanging over the hole in a few, slow, precious moments to win the game? The golfer willing for it to give way to Newton?s philosophy of gravity? And then fell to the ground rather dully.
Pushing off of the arms of the throne ? the two skulls at the edge of the arms being used for leverage, sent her black monkish robed form out towards the tent?s entrance, lifting the curtains with both of her skeletal hands to stare on out to the night?s sky and to see in the far off distance, through the darkness and to the hill across the plane, the many lights of her foes dancing along the long high hill in a brilliant scene of burning fires; where her enemy had set camp, readying themselves for tomorrows bloody battle?
Yes, Renna of the Dark was going to face them despite the reinforcements from the rear?
"Thousands... Shit."
That was of course if she wasn?t dead, already...
?What?? Renna of the Dark exclaimed, irritated by the boys haste. Leaning up from her sitting position upon her throne while her skeletal hand had risen up to clutch and snatch the letter from the outstretched hand of the young messenger boy, which she might add had hardly any time to even bow before her ? disgraceful! No manners at all! Something Renna of the Dark usually would not have tolerated without punishment but today however, mercy was granted amongst her subjects and this was mostly because killing them before the battle even started was highly ill-advised?
Considering, she was way too outnumbered to even afford in killing her own subjects for her own sickening pleasures and sadistic lusts. And also considering they were only merely human?
Bringing the message to the eyeless sockets that had barely even the smallest ray of light by the dimly lit lamp that lay rested atop of a small wooden desk in front of her, read what was displayed upon the paper in odd-daemonic runes and reading it with ease despite the night?s darkness that had shrouded most of the tent. Perhaps being as old as she was, Renna was also able to understand the runes without so much of a problem and she waved away the messenger boy with a free hand while sinking back into her the chair of skulls recreated from the corpses of her fallen foes from battles past.
?Renna of the Dark,
The Bloodstones have taken up camp upon the hill beyond the plane. Scouts have reported that it is quite possible that there are thousands of them? Hundreds of thousands? We cannot tell. Also, I would like to bring to your attention of their reinforcements coming South of our position? I don?t think I need to remind you Mistress that would mean we would be completely surrounded? And outnumbered? I suggest we strike tonight under the cover of dark.?
Your loyal servant.
The message was not signed but although Renna knew exactly who it was, and usually he liked it if he was remained unnamed. The letter was crushed slowly and tossed atop of the desk, she watched it roll to the other side of the table and then like the golf ball hanging over the hole in a few, slow, precious moments to win the game? The golfer willing for it to give way to Newton?s philosophy of gravity? And then fell to the ground rather dully.
Pushing off of the arms of the throne ? the two skulls at the edge of the arms being used for leverage, sent her black monkish robed form out towards the tent?s entrance, lifting the curtains with both of her skeletal hands to stare on out to the night?s sky and to see in the far off distance, through the darkness and to the hill across the plane, the many lights of her foes dancing along the long high hill in a brilliant scene of burning fires; where her enemy had set camp, readying themselves for tomorrows bloody battle?
Yes, Renna of the Dark was going to face them despite the reinforcements from the rear?
"Thousands... Shit."