The man simply known as Raven had been rather quiet as of late..
Appearance were minimal.. Kept rather low key, mind you. Of course, given the rather straight forward nature of his latest round of--- incidents. One could hardly blame the man, mind you.
I mean let?s be real honest here.. Save Renna, and perhaps Jenai and her newfound?order... Maybe the Governor?s people, and a few others. Raven was one of the busiest people in all Rhy?din currently. Let me tell you something. It is damned hard to keep one?s level of activity, when the bar has been set to such a high standard.
Plotting.. Execution.. Public Relations.. Alienating a family, and more so the woman you loved.. Subverting others--- and yes, we do mean the sweet release that was ?Jadden?.
Raven himself had no idea, that Jadden would turn out to be such a--- welcome addition to the cluster f*ck that was thrust upon the city proper. Of course the exploits of other less than pillar like members of the community also contributed, but Raven could not take credit for any of that? But, in the case of Jadden, it was a completely different scenario.
That he could take credit in, and more so, be ever so proud of his ?sister? and her rather maddened state of affairs. After all, it takes a good amount of drive to sacrifice something--- or someone so small, to further ones ambitions. Drive, that he could respect and more so, take a certain amount of pride in.
Yes, many of these ?storms? had different agendas. Different paths, if you would. Some may even oppose others, and more so directly conflict head on. Yes despite all of that, a mutual respect was still established.. Raven respected the others that shared the arena. The skill they possessed, the drive they each had, and the sheer willingness to do exactly what they felt they needed to, or more so wanted to do.
Yes, there was a rather healthy respect.. Of course on the opposite side of that were those he carried very little respect for. The so called ?Heroes? who simply ran about akin to chickens with their heads cut off.. Ranting and crying out. Pitchforks and torches in hand, as they chased shadows and anything else they could.
Ignoring that, which was directly in front of them. Blinders they wore, and deservedly so? Because they were blind from the start. Avenging so called injustices.. Speaking of intervening, and putting things right. All while the fox was allowed to freely roam the hen house picking, his next meal. While they chased their tails, he feasted with no obstructions what so ever.
The promise to act?
Feh? A joke at best. Actually, it was more like a promise to be two steps behind constantly and look like a bunch of damned fools..
He told them exactly what he would do. It could not have been any clearer, could it? He warned of no less than eight bodies, and he rightly delivered. What was the reaction? Exactly.. Not a damned thing.
In fact it was the girl--- Katt was her name. Yes, she was one who reacted alright? Pleading and tugging, as she tried to appeal to some sense of honour, or compassion within Raven, himself.
Again, a joke at best.
Another six were delivered from the coils of life once more, and yet again displayed in a rather--- bold nature. And this time?
This time there were in fact reactions. People talked.. Openly mind you, they spoke and more so--- some even began to finally act.
In the shadows, he felt it.. He saw it--- and truth be told, he welcomed it!
?Plain and simple?, Renna called it.
Plain and simple it was, and more so, it was direct to the damned point.
The point being, he would do exactly what he said he would, when he said he would. And there was nothing that could do about it..
Simple? Yes, it was very simple. Plain? Yup, rather plain as well.
But, ya know what? It worked.
Even his own had to question the motives for the killings. Someone had pressed a bit too much, in fact. Of course this lead to several losses of life within his own ranks. But, hey--- that?s what happens when one crosses the boss, so to speak.
So plain and simply the man known as Raven did as he would, letting the rest play catch up. There was no time for anything else. No speeches, no more trying to get a point across. No more working to make anyone see anything his way or in any other light. There was no time to justify anything else. There was simply time to act, and leave recourse to the winds of wherever.
And act he would, as he had done so--- in such a myriad of manners.
Examples would be made more so? Mentally, and physically attacks would resume with such a nature that the impact would far out last any attempts to give reason to any of this---chaos.
As with Isuelt, it now fell upon Icer to feel such actions.
The dragoness was made very aware what her ?brother? was capable of. The fang of Dominique was evident, that the time for games were long since passed. Couple that, with the newfound ?collar? Icer found herself gifted with, and this would be a long and very cold winter for the dragoness, and her ilk. Raven would see to that, and then some..
Of course I rambled a tad, so please forgive me.
?I want you to do something for me? I don?t know, surprise me.?
A request? In all this chaos, there came a request?
Yes, there indeed had been a request. And more so, who would he be to deny such a request.
It all fell back to the reasoning, with Jadden. It was time to once more, ?free the beast? so to speak.
And this time, instead of Rhy?din, it would upon a different location to bear such a burden. And the location for this request would be none other than the Abbey of Marfa, settled a bit outside the walls of Rhy?din itself.
Far enough to have little interference, yet close enough to make the impact felt in a damned quick manner.
Under the cover of a grove settled to the south west of the abbey proper, did he and his own gather. Soon it would be time to make this latest of examples, and he was sure that she would understand more than anyone why this place was chosen.
She asked for something done specifically for her, and he would not disappoint. She would know exactly what he had done?
Why you ask?
Because her own daughter.. Their own daughter, did something terrible at this very place oh so many years ago.. And today it would fall upon Father to assure, that past and present--- no one would ever forget what happened upon that day past, and this very day present.
The Prodigal Son would come home at last.
Appearance were minimal.. Kept rather low key, mind you. Of course, given the rather straight forward nature of his latest round of--- incidents. One could hardly blame the man, mind you.
I mean let?s be real honest here.. Save Renna, and perhaps Jenai and her newfound?order... Maybe the Governor?s people, and a few others. Raven was one of the busiest people in all Rhy?din currently. Let me tell you something. It is damned hard to keep one?s level of activity, when the bar has been set to such a high standard.
Plotting.. Execution.. Public Relations.. Alienating a family, and more so the woman you loved.. Subverting others--- and yes, we do mean the sweet release that was ?Jadden?.
Raven himself had no idea, that Jadden would turn out to be such a--- welcome addition to the cluster f*ck that was thrust upon the city proper. Of course the exploits of other less than pillar like members of the community also contributed, but Raven could not take credit for any of that? But, in the case of Jadden, it was a completely different scenario.
That he could take credit in, and more so, be ever so proud of his ?sister? and her rather maddened state of affairs. After all, it takes a good amount of drive to sacrifice something--- or someone so small, to further ones ambitions. Drive, that he could respect and more so, take a certain amount of pride in.
Yes, many of these ?storms? had different agendas. Different paths, if you would. Some may even oppose others, and more so directly conflict head on. Yes despite all of that, a mutual respect was still established.. Raven respected the others that shared the arena. The skill they possessed, the drive they each had, and the sheer willingness to do exactly what they felt they needed to, or more so wanted to do.
Yes, there was a rather healthy respect.. Of course on the opposite side of that were those he carried very little respect for. The so called ?Heroes? who simply ran about akin to chickens with their heads cut off.. Ranting and crying out. Pitchforks and torches in hand, as they chased shadows and anything else they could.
Ignoring that, which was directly in front of them. Blinders they wore, and deservedly so? Because they were blind from the start. Avenging so called injustices.. Speaking of intervening, and putting things right. All while the fox was allowed to freely roam the hen house picking, his next meal. While they chased their tails, he feasted with no obstructions what so ever.
The promise to act?
Feh? A joke at best. Actually, it was more like a promise to be two steps behind constantly and look like a bunch of damned fools..
He told them exactly what he would do. It could not have been any clearer, could it? He warned of no less than eight bodies, and he rightly delivered. What was the reaction? Exactly.. Not a damned thing.
In fact it was the girl--- Katt was her name. Yes, she was one who reacted alright? Pleading and tugging, as she tried to appeal to some sense of honour, or compassion within Raven, himself.
Again, a joke at best.
Another six were delivered from the coils of life once more, and yet again displayed in a rather--- bold nature. And this time?
This time there were in fact reactions. People talked.. Openly mind you, they spoke and more so--- some even began to finally act.
In the shadows, he felt it.. He saw it--- and truth be told, he welcomed it!
?Plain and simple?, Renna called it.
Plain and simple it was, and more so, it was direct to the damned point.
The point being, he would do exactly what he said he would, when he said he would. And there was nothing that could do about it..
Simple? Yes, it was very simple. Plain? Yup, rather plain as well.
But, ya know what? It worked.
Even his own had to question the motives for the killings. Someone had pressed a bit too much, in fact. Of course this lead to several losses of life within his own ranks. But, hey--- that?s what happens when one crosses the boss, so to speak.
So plain and simply the man known as Raven did as he would, letting the rest play catch up. There was no time for anything else. No speeches, no more trying to get a point across. No more working to make anyone see anything his way or in any other light. There was no time to justify anything else. There was simply time to act, and leave recourse to the winds of wherever.
And act he would, as he had done so--- in such a myriad of manners.
Examples would be made more so? Mentally, and physically attacks would resume with such a nature that the impact would far out last any attempts to give reason to any of this---chaos.
As with Isuelt, it now fell upon Icer to feel such actions.
The dragoness was made very aware what her ?brother? was capable of. The fang of Dominique was evident, that the time for games were long since passed. Couple that, with the newfound ?collar? Icer found herself gifted with, and this would be a long and very cold winter for the dragoness, and her ilk. Raven would see to that, and then some..
Of course I rambled a tad, so please forgive me.
?I want you to do something for me? I don?t know, surprise me.?
A request? In all this chaos, there came a request?
Yes, there indeed had been a request. And more so, who would he be to deny such a request.
It all fell back to the reasoning, with Jadden. It was time to once more, ?free the beast? so to speak.
And this time, instead of Rhy?din, it would upon a different location to bear such a burden. And the location for this request would be none other than the Abbey of Marfa, settled a bit outside the walls of Rhy?din itself.
Far enough to have little interference, yet close enough to make the impact felt in a damned quick manner.
Under the cover of a grove settled to the south west of the abbey proper, did he and his own gather. Soon it would be time to make this latest of examples, and he was sure that she would understand more than anyone why this place was chosen.
She asked for something done specifically for her, and he would not disappoint. She would know exactly what he had done?
Why you ask?
Because her own daughter.. Their own daughter, did something terrible at this very place oh so many years ago.. And today it would fall upon Father to assure, that past and present--- no one would ever forget what happened upon that day past, and this very day present.
The Prodigal Son would come home at last.