Cadentia saw no mercy, despite it's ghostly like houses, Inns and stalls, the place now overflowed in Black Monks... Renna saw no mercy to the town's deceased and she made sure that every marked grave there was risen and brought under her wing. The dead swarmed the ghost-town and brought it to life with the sounds of feet, skeletal feet rattling and clicking each movement they made...
Untill they reached, The Den of Shadows.
The doors were forced open and in they swarmed, by into their haven, back into their palace of shadows...
Days past...
Renna's peasents in her kingdom was soon taken away... Put to the shadow hands - put to death for the purpos of swelling her ranks... But what was the number now? No one truely knew (see kingdom stats for army number oocly) how many there were since the raid of Cadentia's corpses past.
But, Renna's grasp on the undead and her growing ranks of the Black Monk army did not complete her thirst. She wanted to go out in a bang, for she knew the things she had said back in the Inn the other day was taken seriously, and for once, she being treated as a good threat... Not some lying spreading son of a bitch who was reeling from her relationship being torn apart by her destiny... Oh no, Renna was being ruthless... Slaughtering her daughter to eternal torment - despite Brian's helplessness of trying to end her life so quickly... The pathetic child did not deserve that.
Betrayl was something Renna did NOT tolerate from her minions!
Her latest plot? Five days? Each day someone will die? Oh - oh such bold words and such chaos it caused. Emma first... Who then? And then... And then?!
Renna cackled atop of the alter, she was relishing in the fear of her very name and she felt... Aroused by it. Deeply, and very much aroused.
Yet her latest experiment was about to go underway, her weapon, the five days which the count down was for! Five days (well six really) of gathering up the cream of the crop of corpses she had brought into her fold... To have...
A girl, a young thirteen year old girl dead below her booted feet... Dead... But not rotting, still warm and fresh... Just how it should have been. Shadow arms reached out to grip not one, but twenty heads of random Black Monks that were strapped the ceiling, walls and floor... There were so many of the monks there was not a stone revealed anywhere except her alter! Her throne!
Then, a singular arm moving out into the young dead girl's brain... Deep... And then, it had began...
The pentagram upon her forhead began to glow and glow... Black bile spewing from her nostrils... Down to slither into the girl's gaping mouth.
The body began to jerk and wheeze inhumanly, the body's back arching almost to the point where it looked like her neck and spine were about to break in half when...
Her eyes opened and the blood red orbs stared at the ceiling...
It was a cry of a child being reborn... And it wasn't Emma...
Only 1 day remaining...
And Renna needed to kill someone as promised, she thought perhaps not killing anyone for a few days would get people... Worried... Wondering... Who would it be...?
Untill they reached, The Den of Shadows.
The doors were forced open and in they swarmed, by into their haven, back into their palace of shadows...
Days past...
Renna's peasents in her kingdom was soon taken away... Put to the shadow hands - put to death for the purpos of swelling her ranks... But what was the number now? No one truely knew (see kingdom stats for army number oocly) how many there were since the raid of Cadentia's corpses past.
But, Renna's grasp on the undead and her growing ranks of the Black Monk army did not complete her thirst. She wanted to go out in a bang, for she knew the things she had said back in the Inn the other day was taken seriously, and for once, she being treated as a good threat... Not some lying spreading son of a bitch who was reeling from her relationship being torn apart by her destiny... Oh no, Renna was being ruthless... Slaughtering her daughter to eternal torment - despite Brian's helplessness of trying to end her life so quickly... The pathetic child did not deserve that.
Betrayl was something Renna did NOT tolerate from her minions!
Her latest plot? Five days? Each day someone will die? Oh - oh such bold words and such chaos it caused. Emma first... Who then? And then... And then?!
Renna cackled atop of the alter, she was relishing in the fear of her very name and she felt... Aroused by it. Deeply, and very much aroused.
Yet her latest experiment was about to go underway, her weapon, the five days which the count down was for! Five days (well six really) of gathering up the cream of the crop of corpses she had brought into her fold... To have...
A girl, a young thirteen year old girl dead below her booted feet... Dead... But not rotting, still warm and fresh... Just how it should have been. Shadow arms reached out to grip not one, but twenty heads of random Black Monks that were strapped the ceiling, walls and floor... There were so many of the monks there was not a stone revealed anywhere except her alter! Her throne!
Then, a singular arm moving out into the young dead girl's brain... Deep... And then, it had began...
The pentagram upon her forhead began to glow and glow... Black bile spewing from her nostrils... Down to slither into the girl's gaping mouth.
The body began to jerk and wheeze inhumanly, the body's back arching almost to the point where it looked like her neck and spine were about to break in half when...
Her eyes opened and the blood red orbs stared at the ceiling...
It was a cry of a child being reborn... And it wasn't Emma...
Only 1 day remaining...
And Renna needed to kill someone as promised, she thought perhaps not killing anyone for a few days would get people... Worried... Wondering... Who would it be...?