Topic: A Night Watchman

LordTravanix

Date: 2008-01-15 17:49 EST
In the shadows that lined the far end of the sanctuary stood a figure of black. No light seemed to acknowledge the form, leaving him to the shadows. Eyes moved sharply from point to point, watching the sanctuary like a preditor. The form stood there for hours, counting guards, hours, minutes, positions, stops.

The chill of the air did not seem to impact them much as they moved. He counted mostly women, very few men.

There was power there, something sensed, something felt warning him that there was some protection. But it wasn't all protected, it wasn't all safe.

That's what he needed to find out.

A breach would make this simpler, would make the whole task so much more inviting and effective. The question now became was the weakness intentional, was it a trap? Or was there something else there? Or the result of laziness and simplicty?

LordTravanix

Date: 2008-01-17 18:07 EST
Another night, another watch.

The dark uniformed figure stood quietly at the edge of the grounds one more night. His arms remained folded behind him. He continued to ellude the guards. Though, if he were caught or questioned, he could easily explain that he was simply sight seeing. Not many of the Scathachians knew him by sight.

He was sure that Issy had warned them about him by reputation. "A no good slaver." He thought to himself, chuckling darkly. The guard formations remained fairly stable and static. Few changes from a regiment as he expected.

Each female that passed by his senses, he judged for himself. The price of each girl was determined by her looks, build and the best guess of intelligence. Some of the girls would crack so easily. Some of them would need all three phases of breaking.

Some would simply need the alterations into Terror Beasts, then let roam free within his forest.

He shook his head, watching them. So little did they realize what was on their doorstep. It would be interesting, to face one of these brutes in combat. With the exception of Romax, he had no worthy challenger any longer.

These lovely girls, however, would know how to take a beating, and give it. Those that actually managed to make him break a sweat, may get a special place at his side, rather than to be sold off planet. A few more days, and the sanctuary layout would be memorized.

A few days after that, something new could be built on its ashes.

Romax was looking for a place to build the Asylumn Club...

LordTravanix

Date: 2008-02-20 11:14 EST
So many nights, so much activity. He continued to camp near the sanctuary night after night. Many a night he simply circled the sanctuary, watching and waiting. Several opportunities presented themselves to him that were almost too tempting.

He was stronger than that, however.

The guards that would pass within his "influance" were left to continue out of it. This was not the time, not yet. There was still too much to do. While the guards presented very little problem, the higher ups may be an issue all their own.

Not to mention the wards to get past will present a challenge. However, after many a night of study and watch, there may be ways past those as well. Of course, the first strike would have to be the only strike.

After that, they would learn and adapt, just as he has.

As much as a challenge as they would present, they would also be an achievement beyond words.

LordTravanix

Date: 2008-02-29 14:45 EST
The nights were beginning to warm, not nearly their sub-zero feel to them. He stood once more at the edge of the sanctuary. His arms were folded behind him which caused the black tunic to tighten around his torso. The slight breeze in the air seemed to run through his short, brown hair. There were few grey hair beginning to appear on his temples. A reminder that he was growing old, physically.

Mentally, he still tracked targets like he did when he was younger. He watched, he waited. The nights were often long, starting at dusk, where he could blend into the shadows, until dawn when the shadows would give him up. The guards either didn't notice him, or didn't care. In either case, it would be their folly.

It was difficult some nights, as one or two guards would come too close. One he watched with some intensity, as she was a lovely little treat. She would fight, she would scream...she would break. There was a certian excitement that came to him, even after all these years, through all the control and training. He enjoyed the screams, the begging. It made his heart patter a bit too much, it seemed. Something he would have to meditate on after the night was done.

Another night, another close call. In time, when the watching was done, several of the guards would be his.

LordTravanix

Date: 2008-04-21 15:35 EST
Watching continued, night in and night out. One of the guards - it would seem in her carelessness - had presented him with an interesting opportunity. He continued to watch - specifically her.

She was fast and strong, from what he could tell. She had compassion and trust. A true friend and sister to those of the sanctuary. Exactly what he needed to crack them open, and take them all.

But now, it was not simply a matter of taking them, but ruining them. The girl was a delicious treat, and perhaps when his plans were complete, he would spare this girl the disgrace of being sold to an off-world mining colony but instead become one of his private toys.

When he was done with her, she would enjoy it.