Topic: Death Is A Woman

Giminicka · Date: 2007-02-05 22:51 EST

Death's Face

In the face without masks
Death is a woman
In the moment you know yourself
Death is a woman
At the end of all questions
Death is a woman

At the end of all regrets
Death is a woman
In the liberation through tears
Death is a woman
As the end of all pain
Death is a woman

As the return to the source
Death is a woman
In the dreamless sleep
Death is a woman
In the endless peace
Death is a woman

~Ulrike Gerbig

The colossal Anti-Scathachian had waited until the shadowy hour of midnight before trekking out into the dead of RhyDin's night. Away from the shadowy, subterranean labyrinth of The IronHelm Flats she endeavored. Riding atop her horse, it did not take Nocent very long to reach her final destination........and her "cargo" was not allowed to slow her down in the least. Determination, like insanity, was yet another trait that Giminicka certainly had a plethora of.

Through the great steel gates she rode.........following the seemingly endless snaking paths that she could recall from her several warped nightmares about this foreboding place. For the rest of the way, Nocent relied on the fierce demonic pull within her......that ravenous hunger which constantly drove her forward.

After some patient searching, Nocent?s venture about the great bone yard ended when her deadly green eyes spied the lonely hill...........that secluded, barren mound which she recalled so vividly from her dreams. Giminicka stalked over to the forlorn hill, and vigilantly hunted for the specific darkened tomb that her murderous, perverse mind had been lucidly showing her behind those closed eyelids. She was not at all surprised to see that the large door to the ominous crypt was exactly where she had observed it on so many odysseys into the nightmarish realm of ?sleep?.

Above the crypt?s entryway was an inscription. The writing within the archaic stone read.....................but of course........"Crypt des Enigma?.

Nocent nodded but a single time before she took down her precious cargo, which until now was fastened to the back of her hulking, ebon steed. From within the large leather sack, a shrill whimper was heard......more from pure terror then from the actual movement of the package itself. After setting the leather sack down, Giminicka strongly kicked it with her solid boot.......the blow lifting up the ?offering? over a foot off of the ground. When it harshly landed.....there was but a solitary grunt.......no further whimpering.....no further objections. Good little bag......

The muscular warrior-priestess of Bhaal stretched her long limbs and cracked her strapping neck as if drinking in the fetid air of mortality which loomed over this mysterious burial ground. Giminicka then slowly dragged the sack next to the tomb before she herself fiendishly crawled onto a stone column which was nestled next to the granite and marble crypt.

There, upon this column amongst the shadows of death, she crouched like some monstrous stonework gargoyle......her predatory eyes slowly closed as her perverse mind sharpened onto the thought of her ?phantom caller?. Crucified guardsmen.....mutilated citizens.....bold & arrogant taunts to the city?s heroes...........whomever this wicked creature was who was also stalking the dim city streets of RhyDin, Giminicka was assuredly drawn to the pure slaughter which surrounded its aura.

Conceivably it could take all night to catch but a glimpse of her newfound evil friend......or perhaps her new hated foe. Perchance she may not lay eyes on her admirer this very eve at all...........nor tomorrow?s............nor even the night after that.

As it stood..........patience was a true forte which Giminicka had always fancied.

Come what may.........

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-02-05 23:47 EST

She sat in darkness, contemplating her existence. It was something she often contemplated when sitting among the bones of a dear departed friend. She recalled how the prank they had pulled together had resulted in her murder by the pranked. She had been shocked and dismayed by the tragedy... a day when evil had not completely gripped her heart. She had stolen the woman's body from Odin's Fist, the guild her dear friend had been in during the golden age of Rhy'Din, and instead buried her here with her family where she belonged. If she hadn't buried her here, those fools in Odin's Fist surely would have burned the corpse. Such a waste she could not have allowed.

She reached over absently, feeling the name scribed there by her own hand... "Miyabi Rivenblade." She had put the body here behind this panel besides Miyabi's mother, Dell Enigma?another name that was familiar to her in an equally romantic quality, but she couldn't remember why. She had lived so long, many memories were lost to her. How she missed Miyabi, oh and how she even missed the result of their prank, Naelu Derel. She should have insured that the transformation that created her was permanent.

Her eyes turned toward her small army of servants that wandered aimlessly through the crypt hallways, guarding this entire place from intruders. She listened to the creeking of bones, and the shambling steps of rotting feet. Though they all lacked intelligence, skeletons and zombies could never become potential rivals for power. That was one reason why she burned the remains of the prey she stalked at night... the other reason being to simply destroy the evidence that there was an incredibly hungry vampire feeding on Rhy'Din. It was better to let the populace think the people were simply disappearing under strange circumstances, possibly even "kidnapped" by some unseen force. These assumptions amused her.

However, recent incidents were beginning to expose her presence... with all the paranoia over the disappearances and WestEnd murders, night watchmen were growing bolder. She had been assailed by three of them while burning the remains of her latest meal... that report alone had identified a few of her features... her hair for one, her gender foremost, and even the way lowered light affected her pupils. She decided then that she must look for allies against the ever vigilant city of Rhy'Din. So in a single two-part performance, she sent word out to the mysterious WestEnd murderer and posted a warning to the denizens of Rhy'Din.

As if thinking of the devil, she smelt it. The scent tore at her nostrils like an undefeated beast. There was fresh blood here! A hiss escaped her painted lips before she dispersed into her gaseous form, traversing upwards through the crypt, following the scent of blood. Eventually she came seeping up out through the cracks of the cover stone that blocked entrance to Crypt des Enigma. Here she found something that amused her even more... a present.

Slowly she retook shape from the gaseous form and stood before the groaning bag whose veins called out her unending hunger. The moonlight revealed her small 5'3" stature and delightfully slender and curved shape. She wore a tight blue dress that clung to her shape deliciously and ended at her mid-thigh. Pale blue nylons and blue heels finished the ensemble and denoting the fact that she might have a nicer place to live elsewhere, despite how much time she spent here with "friends" long gone. She reached down to touch the bag, wondering at the appearance of the contents... beautiful? Ugly? She could already smell the gender this close.

A hand moved from what was a thigh up to what was in turn a breast, and a light squeeze there could not be avoided. Finally fingernails slashed open the bag and she seized the poor captive girl and bit into the neck to take a hungry sip. She was pleased that her gift was delightfully pretty... she might just keep her. Then as she drank the warmth of blood from the female's neck, her eyes moved up the column to the shape that perched up there.

She pulled her blood-coated lips from the soft neck and said: "You have exquisit taste when choosing out your gifts."

Giminicka · Date: 2007-02-12 00:17 EST

As the vampiress viciously tore open the sack, she could see what a delectable prize Giminicka had abducted for her.

The captured woman was on the taller side.....long, sculpted legs tied tightly with barbed wire which sharply cut into her tanned ankles. The victim's hair was a deep auburn.....long....falling well past her shapely shoulders. Large, round eyes of vibrant blue stared up at the hungry undead queen........they screamed with pure terror........and yet they also silently pleaded for mercy which would never be shown. Her supple mouth was tightly gagged............hush, hush little lamb. It was entirely filled with a thick, blood soaked rag which was brutally cleaved in place with yet another jagged band of cruel barbed wire.

The poor woman's hands were also firmly lashed together with the same slashing wire.......vicious little slices deliciously adorned her now crimson wrists. With each struggle....a new wound manifested itself. Pain coursed through her beaten and bound body.

The victim's leathers were that of a warrior......both she and her twin sister had been dressed alike.

Yes....her twin sister.

Both were mercenaries.......likely bounty hunters stalking RhyDin's streets in search of this vile assassin who was slaying hapless citizens in the dead of night.........or perhaps they were hunting for the enigmatic, murderous woman who was seen hunched over a mutilated, burning corpse by one of the now deceased guardsmen.

Nocent had not been able to control herself long enough to spare the twin as a gift for her newfound acquaintance......no no.......the twin sister of this young warrior stimulated far too much arousal within the towering priestess.......it could not be contained. A crushing blow on the back of this one's head........this hapless bitch who tonight had made such a lovely gift........put her down almost instantly.....then it was on to her enticing sister.

The Beast simply loved twins....

Gimincka beat the captive girl's twin quite severely........various styles of martial arts coupled with sheer brute force wore the young, muscular bounty hunter down in a matter of minutes.......it was then time to tear her ripe flesh in the name of Bhaal.

The unholy blade of Giminicka's cursed two-handed sword cleaved into the mercenary's chest, nearly severing her firm breasts....a bloody mist sprayed the alleyway with gory delight...........then, yet again, the mighty weapon shrieked through the very air as it cleanly removed her left arm with one fell stroke.

The rest..........indeed the rest was a gruesome scene which could have been observed in any local butcher's market........that hushed scene performed behind the thick closed doors where death and slaughter were "neatly prepared" for eager, hungry customers. Presentation was after all.....everything.

She was then left with this one......this lost little captive lamb. Irony is certainly pitiless.

Nocent tore herself from the erotic memory of the massacre which she had inflicted earlier this eve.......her attention stridently returned to the lovely view before her......and more specifically to the elegant look of dread on the tanned face of her "present".

Those cloudy blue eyes rolled back as the stunning vampiress sunk her sharp canines into her exposed throat. There was a swift muffled scream into that brutal gag.........yet the grim silence which seemingly surrounded both the predator and her bound prey created such an unadulterated aura of majesty as this dramatic act of their play continued to unfold.

Giminicka · Date: 2007-02-12 00:21 EST

After indulging herself with the captive's vitae.........the vampiress at last spoke.......her sultry words were like a silk garrote-wire, lethally inching their way around an unwitting throat.

Nocent listened........hanging on each word that was spoken from the kindred's enticing mouth. Subsequently her gaze lifted so that her green eyes could wholly rest on her newfound admirer. Giminicka's head then gradually tilted to one side like a wild animal whose savage fury was about to be unleashed.

Finally, Nocent spoke....her voice lilted with an edgy tone of violent insanity: "Indeed, I choose my gifts well.........and likewise...I choose the recipients of those gifts with an even greater yearning.....one which rages both in my soul and in between my legs....."
She paused.

Her tight lips then drew back into a rigid grin........."You are indeed the delicious creature who has been plaguing the miserable curs of this pathetic land.....are you not? It is so......I have heard your call my love......HE has heard your call.......and we have answered it. The despondent bastards of this bleeding, festering wound called a city will taste death like no other. The Scathachian Sanctuary and its wretched caretakers are but the first of many which will be ravaged by the cruel ferocity of His scorching fires.........and by the wet forked tongue of my immoral hunger."

Nocent slowly stepped down from her perch upon the impressive marble column, and took several steps towards the alabaster beauty......that undead queen whose mouth was soaked with fresh blood and whose deadly eyes greedily coveted her novel gift.

The Anti Scathachian extended both of her gauntleted hands towards the powerful vampiress......her words were whispered yet very focused: "When it was written in the blood of the fallen angels.......the dark Book was very unambiguous on how the end shall come. It has been uttered.....that the future is destined to incinerate in excruciating sin......and that the wicked shall inherit the earth.....to feast upon the pestilence-ridden remnants of those cursed to dwell in contemptible, twisted agony...........................Help me, my love, to make this our reality."

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-02-12 20:31 EST

Dracina's eyes took in the shape of the deranged woman. Quite the alluring specimen, she felt... and there was something else. She could feel a second presence in this woman that brought her the all so delightful gift... the gift that she absent-mindedly fondled with a hand. Enough strength in that hand existed to cripple a bear and even a few larger animals.

Her other hand went out to grasp her visitor's tightly, and yet gently, as too much force would have certainly crushed it. She brought the hand to her lips to place a bloody kiss, and then lightly suckled at a few fingers... the sensation of blood so near drove her to taste the sweat that would be found there. Not a bad flavor, but it wasn't as sweet as the juices filling her gift. Afterwards she released the hand.

"Yes I am she who plagues the night of Rhy'Din," she responded to the original inquiry. "I hunger for the fright that I bring to my prey... it makes the blood taste better. I have tried the supply they keep in night taverns, and find it too chilled and sour compared to the fresh...." Her eyes darted back to the present she held, who was still squirming in terror. "Your murders helped with supplying that element of fear that I love so. I am indebted to you for the chaos you've begun."

Her eyes took in Nocent, and the low light of the Moon caused her pupils to glow red for a moment. "But you do indeed have a personal vendetta against the Scathachians? I suspected such, but it might have been possible that you were pegging an easy scapegoat. Nevertheless, I've admired your ire... you seem to love causing strife as much as I do. How can I say no to you when asked to bring the very foundations of the established order crashing down in ruin? I've desired it myself for so long...."

Her gaze then moved to the cover stone that sealed access to Crypt des Enigma and stretched her hand out to it, muttering a few arcane words. Slowly, but surely, the cover stone moved from its position and left a darkened entrance into the deep vault. "But I wonder... does my interest have a name?"

Giminicka · Date: 2007-02-17 18:09 EST

In the great Cemetery of RhyDin.....evil had finally revealed two of its primary faces: Two Black Queens in a poisonous deck which was overloaded with demonic surprises and grisly visages.

Nocent felt herself yield to a dripping arousal as the vampiress took her gauntleted hand in her own and then traced it with her snakelike tongue.........this undead queen was most intoxicating.
Giminicka was also quite pleased that her fellow murderer had enjoyed the bound gift of flesh and blood......she had so many more to offer her. So many more glorious events to share.......all in due time.

Giminicka stepped forth towards the tomb's gaping maw, as it slowly opened to reveal a portal of sheer darkness. Her dominant, muscular structure tightened under her wicked armor and deep red cloak. The power which prowled within her strapping form was growing stronger everyday......not only enhancing her abilities to commit acts of maniacal violence, but now rendering unto her a truly supernatural source of fury........be it random magic......necromancy.......or conjuration......her newfound capabilities were raging to be unleashed upon the lost sheep.

While she stared ahead, her emerald eyes flickered as she sharply inhaled the stench of decay and the malevolence which radiated from the unnatural creatures which lurked within the stygian crypt. Nocent hungered for an even greater connection to this realm of death........it was a unique piece to the growing black web being spun throughout this miserable land. She desired it......the Beast demanded it.

The crimson-armored colossus lowered her gaze and took in the stunning vision of the alabaster-skinned executioner who was so richly clothed in aristocratic pale blue. She finally spoke once again: "I have been called forth as Nocent..........and the night, my love, is what I have brought with me........a nightmare-drawn chariot to proclaim His will. HE........who has solemnly declared an unholy war upon the pathetic dogma of the Scathachian harlots and upon their allies who so naively uphold their feeble concepts. HE.......who will not rest until these vile bitches and their sanctified kingdom are utterly annihilated. This conflict......can only culminate in bloody slaughter. A true baptism of death and terror.....such a vivid erotic fantasy of massacre which will now, at long last, be brought to life.?

Her gauntlets tightly clenched together as Nocent continued: ?You should understand this more than anyone my love. Blood is, after all, your 'life'......it is your inbred sustenance.......your finest passion....your immoral and envious lover. Do you prize anything higher in your frenzied continuation? Is there anything more valuable than the carnal warmth and sticky veneer that it renders? Come....feast on my blood........taste its ferocity........revel in its sweet flavor and let it generously coat your dark throat like a swell of ecstasy. I have heard your subtle summons.......I?ve felt your work.........and now I gaze on your sheer perfection. You must assuredly be a part of this festering wave of eminent obliteration and slaughter which will flood the very streets of this wretched infrastructure............reveal your name to me.......and join us. Fathomless rewards will be yours to bathe in. I vow that this unlikely unification within the heart of chaos will herald ultimate doom to all who oppose us."

With those words......the taller of the two Black Queens moved to the crypt?s entrance and patiently awaited the answer from her face-card counterpart who was a key element in Hell?s gruesome deck.

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-02-20 21:40 EST

Queens of the black suits they were indeed. For if this Nocent were to be the Queen of Clubs, Dracina was most certainly the Queen of Spades. Spades was the suit of death, and death itself was what she ruled over. She was not alive, nor was she dead as well. She was between both stages, destined to exist for as long as eternity itself.

She stepped closer towards the taller woman, visibly fascinated by the sheer evil that radiated from her form. How her offer to taste her blood was sending thrills through her tiny, lithe form. At only a little over five feet, the taller Nocent seemed to almost tower over her, but she didn't seem to care or notice this difference. The smell of that pulsing blood in Nocent's veins called out to her. So she stepped right up to the woman, closing the distance while she clutched at the captive present tightly.

"My name... my name was once a whispered thing of dread," she said with a small dreaminess as she lost herself into past memories. "I let myself fade into obscurity, though, as I found the guild politics of Rhy'Din had very little to offer me. Let rival leaders clash against each other and grow weak while I feasted on their losses and grew strong. I'm not sure if my name has any meaning among men and women today, but I care not. I am Dracina Hemdagg."

A brief moan interrupted them as a small group of shambling zombies stumbled outside of the open crypt and headed towards them. The squirming woman that Dracina held to tried to scream as she saw the undead horrors approaching. The elven vampire; however, seemed undisturbed by the feeble attempts to break free from her grip. She held firm and waited.

"Take her deep inside," Dracina commanded as she pushed the tied and bound prisoner towards their clutches. The zombies grabbed the poor woman and dragged her slowly into the depths of the crypt. Their moans echoed hauntingly throughout the cemetary as they completed their task. Eventually they disappeared into the darkness.

Dracina turned her attention back to Nocent, and smiled. "Your offer of your blood is accepted." She pushed forward and draped her arms almost seductively around the woman, breasts meeting breasts. Her nostrils took in Nocent's scent, eyes seeming to penetrate into hers before her lips moved lower towards the pulsing neck. Fangs flashed for a moment before she bit into the soft flesh, curious of the taste that would soon meet the tip of her tongue.

A dark pact was being quickly sealed with this exchange. All proper pacts, including those of the dark, required the exchange of blood. Blood was a binding force for all things... natural or unnatural.

Giminicka · Date: 2007-02-22 18:18 EST

The great Anti Scathachian had lowered her body as the elven vampiress decided to approach. Baring her strapping neck to her ?face card counterpart?, Giminicka leisurely closed her emerald eyes as the sharp fangs of Dracina pierced her tanned throat.

The immense rush...........the deadly embrace.........Giminicka moaned like a zealous Abyssal whore..........a moan of unadulterated ecstasy which reverberated throughout her strong form. Between her muscular thighs, Nocent grew quite wet.......and the dampness served as a continued reminder of her mounting sexual frenzy.......and naturally to her inhuman lust for this undead queen. Her skilled hands perversely caressed her own breasts, and then dogmatically moved forth to explore the firm body of the vampiress who was already hungrily sampling the vitae of her newfound ally.

Giminicka could steal hear the gagged cries of the kindred?s ?gift? as she was ravenously dragged away into the gaping maw of the dismal crypt......far into the shadows......erased from mortal eyes......surly to face a fate that was much worse than death. Agony.......isolation.......sheer horror......

She began to slowly mouth her undead counterpart's name, as though she were whispering it into the very ears of Hell?s Overseerers: ?Dracina......Dracina......?

The hideous visions of the death and brutality which they would both reign down upon the pitiful heads of the righteous was beyond exhilarating to Nocent. The Beast within roared with blind rage and savage yearning.........all was beginning to truly reveal itself.....she could now foresee it as though a frosted window had been swiftly wiped clean:

The RhyDin streets laced utterly with bloody streaks and rotting human flesh ......sweltering fires ablaze.........scorched meaty concoctions of torn muscle and shredded sinew.......the echoed lamenting and wails which would float through the gore spattered homes...... meaningless spoken prayers for deliverance that would assuredly fall on deaf ears.......sickly amounts of blood and sodden entrails crudely spilled from the tortured bodies of all the foes of Hell?s malevolent order.......a truly twisted spectacle to mock the glorified angels of Heavens.

Giminicka?s armored hands seductively slid up Dracina?s pale blue dresses........she caressed her firm, icy flesh with a steady motion. Nocent then allowed her innate drive to storm ahead without hindrance.....she stroked the vampiress?s strong thighs with lengthy fingers. As she did so.......a demonstrative fury was heaped upon her......the mere sacred touch of this undead creature from the Negative Planes shot an electrifying pulsation of pure evil straight to the dark confines of Giminicka?s nefarious soul......if one could even claim that she still had one.

When Dracina finished her long taste......Giminicka slowly opened her eyes. As her lids folded back, they appeared much blacker now.......resembling abnormally angled orbs of onyx, infiltrated with a pure loathing for the honor of the virtuous. The Priestess of Bhaal stared at the sinful "Queen of Spades" before covetously sealing their unholy alliance with a dripping, bloody kiss.

When their embrace finally broke, Nocent straightened. Her crimson head turned towards the desolate Crypt de Enigmas. The Beast within spoke: ?My love.......magnificent sovereign of darkness.....guide me into your hallowed dwelling......let us stand before the many decaying eyes of the dead......shepherd me into your lurid world......so that we may speak of eminent revelations and black promises to soon unfold......?

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-02-22 22:27 EST

Dracina licked the red essence of Nocent from her lips as she loosely clung to the woman. Such an exquisit flavor this one had. She could taste the corruption within this woman, this monster that laid to rest many unfortunate souls in the most horrifying and grotesque displays in West End. She admired the utter terror that this one had unleashed on the city of Rhy'Din. She'd bedded many in her past, but none so quite as close to her own nature than this one.

At the request of entering the deep crypt, Dracina merely smiled. "As you wish, Nocent. Come see the legions that I lead for the coming day of Armageddon. On that day, I will be recognized for my power. See the forgotten Enigmas that the legions guard... once a highly established family, but now dust." She broke away from the warmth of Nocent's body and led the way to the crypt's yawning entrance.

Inside, it was difficult to see without a light source or some form of natural eyesight that penetrates the dark. Statues of people long dead stood alone, towering to great heights between spanning archways, staring blankly ahead. The prominent surname carved on various coverstones was Enigma. Such a peculiar name it was, it certainly described its very own nature. The air within was quite dry, not unnatural for a crypt complex.

Dracina's high heels echoed throughout the hallways as they walked on, passing blindly shambling zombies and creaking skeletons. How many of them there were, it was hard to ascertain, although it was undoubtedly enough to field a large army to seige a capital... or possibly more. But surely this carved complex could not be that large. Moans echoed throughout the halls, giving a haunting atmosphere to the passage ways.

Eventually Dracina stopped in front of a small chamber and entered it. There, opposite them, stood a stone chair situated between a collection of coverstones that lined the walls. Many of the names there displayed the "Enigma" surname, and some not. The elven vampiress stepped over to the throne and sat, boredly studying Nocent in the darkness. She could see very well in this dark, but for Nocent's vision she could only guess at the moment.

A lithe hand reached over from the stone armrest to the name closest to her left. Ah... there it was, that comforting old dead friend... "Miyabi Rivenblade." People were always so much more reliable to be there when dead. Silently she pondered if Nocent would have liked Miyabi. Possibly not... they were so very different. Miyabi was sweet and loving... Nocent was twisted and vengeful. Completely different worlds converged then in that memory. Have I changed that much? she wondered for the first time in her unlife.

She pushed the thought from her mind and once again settled her attention on Nocent. "So... the Scathachians... bringing about their downfall... how do you plan to go about this?"

Giminicka · Date: 2007-03-02 19:03 EST

The tomb and its gruesome inhabitants were truly a site to behold. The naive world outside was busily moving forward.....engaged in every day activities and nightlife traditions which shielded them from the horrific truth about their own land.

This nightmarish realm lying just within the boundaries of their revered bone yard was real......very real.....and growing more ravenous with each nightfall. The stench of decaying flesh and bleached bones added to the musty air of the tomb.....the moaning of the walking dead reverberated off of the cold stone.......while the shadows cast from the ungainly motion of both zombies and bloodthirsty ghouls alike shifted back and forth on the aged walls.....it was indeed a sinful dance. Nocent was invigorated.

The colossal Anti-Scathachian stopped before Dracina's throne and watched the gorgeous vampiress take her rightful place upon it. Dracina may appeared short and elegant, but the power she held was truly an awe-inspiring legacy. Giminicka's tongue smoothly wet her own lips.....it moved sleekly as would that of a fiendish serpent sensing the very air for it's eminent prey.

The Beast within spoke, "My crusade against the vile bitches who have sunk their talons deep into this wretched land has already begun. I have wounded them......I continue to taunt and spite them for sheer amusement. Even now they question nearly every new face that they behold........terror and unrest stalking their every move.
I was once one of their kin......a Sister of their bloodline.......and a warrior who was blinded by the lies and self sanctimonious dogma which will eventually murder them all.....as it did me. I shall return to them.....a lost Daughter who has come home. I shall hunt them from within.............and as their joy slowly dissolves into the twisted, bloody truth......my physical conquest of their flesh will be only a matter of tantalizing time....."

Nocent's crimson cape and cloak clung to her armored form like some covetous wraith.......she extended a fist to the malicious Dracina. Her voice was emphatic and sadistically confident as she spoke: "Make no mistake my love......these warriors will make their war upon you and your kind very soon. It is in their nature to eradicate all abjurations such as yourself .......those which walk the earth despite Heaven's disdain. Their souls and hearts are true......their courage is thus blessed. They must be dealt with.......only then will the sky run black and rain down fountains of blood.......the very earth itself shall regurgitate the mutilated bodies of the damned to usher in the agonizing fate awaiting all the unbelievers. To ensure a victory here in this condemned city, the Scathachian Nation and their host of foolish allies must be annihilated with extreme prejudice."

Giminicka's gauntleted hand stroked her tanned chin as she tilted her head........dark eyes locked upon the ?Queen of Spades? as she posed her query. "Dracina....Will you give unto my Lord your allegiance in this hour of his campaign of war.........and with that, unleash your complete fury upon the denizens of that abominable temple and upon those who lend able hands to support it's heresy? And...if you find your black heart to be agreeable to this........tell me.......what is the ultimate cost of enlisting the aid of such a glorious angel of Hell?"

Then, she was silent.........Nocent composedly awaited the kindred's important reply.

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-03-02 23:18 EST

Dracina steepled her fingers as she listened to her new ally dictate her plans for her great plot. She found the specifics to be amusing; to become a cancer within the very organization you despise. Living as a malignant tumor, killing off the healthy cells. It just brought her to revel in the thoughts of the inevitable blood orgy. The sheer chaos and strife it would create... but there was something that concerned her about it.

"I'm curious, lovely Nocent," she began, resting her chin on her closed hand, "you say you intend to go into the belly of the beast and kill it from inside, but what keeps them from figuring out it is you? A returned member of the ranks... and then others of your alleged kin start falling to horrible fates. How do they keep from adding up two and two to make four?"

She grinned as she saw a moment of thought cross over Nocent's devilish face. Had she found a flaw, or was her guest trying to recall the crucial detail that she had placed together to prevent or respond to such an event? Nevertheless, the vampiress did not wait for the answer just yet. She plodded further on in the discussion.

"Of course someone as brilliant as yourself might have that worked out anyway," Dracina continued, lowering her hands into her lap. "Perhaps you have other resources I'm unaware of? Allies in dark places? As for the price to bring me in on your vendetta against the Scathachians, my tastes are not cheap to maintain. I desire many things in this world, and I must be impressed by the offer. I will pledge allegiance to your Dark Lord once I have the... hm... 'gold' in hand."

She reached back into her blonde locks, running her fingers through them and pushing most of the lush mass behind her pointed ears. Those ears alone confirmed her heritage as an elf to all... an unmistakable feature. Her hands lowered into her lap again, one only stopping for a moment to feel Miyabi's engraved name on the coverstone again. Her blue eyes studied Nocent's form lustfully... the taste of her had been delicious and still lingered in her mouth.

"I consider myself as something as a mercenary, you know," she said matter-of-factly. "My services are highly valuable and reflect the prices I charge...."

Giminicka · Date: 2007-03-04 21:44 EST

She listened to Dracina muse aloud.

What the vampiress had mistaken for a surprised pause or stumbling hesitation was merely a deeply honed thought.........a wisp of brutal anticipation which groped her powerful body.

Nocent's words were soft, yet quite sharp, "My love......do not fear the process of addition on the part of my former kin. Calculation was never one of their strong suits.......moreover I will be with them in plain site when some of the grisly murders are carried out......when the Sisters themselves begin to taste the pangs of death. All of the merriment can not be my own Dracina......for this gruesome charade to be executed, you will have to spill Scathachian blood and crush the very life out them as well. You....myself.............and others."

Her tone barely contained her intense longing to visualize the new protagonists of which she made vague reference to. "Allies in dark places........more noble friends we shall summon to this gala, my love. A true crusade is not taken lightly..........never lightly.........."

Nocent's jaw slightly twitched. "As for your services............we are well aware that your skills are far from inexpensive.......nothing about you is cheap. Mercenaries, however, are often so fleeting.....your attributes are sought after for a more lasting arrangement. I have been granted dominion over several relics from the palace of my Lord...........instructed to pass them forth as offerings to certain individuals who would massacre in his glorious name. One of these relics is to be bestowed unto you my love. Its appearance is radiant......its gift even more astounding..............especially to one who walks your dark path."

Giminicka stared intently at the kindred. Her voice grew more solemn as she continued to speak, "When my Lord laid waste to the Heavenly hosts who made war upon his obsidian realm........it was so written that angelic hordes were ruthlessly smote down and their precious blood stolen from them..........it was then twisted with arcane rituals to produce many of the scared talismans of our god. It is unto you, that I offer the Serpent Ring of Aluthmang.

For so long as you pledge yourself to the Lord of Murder......this relic will shield you from the lethal glare of the infernal sun........protect you as you move about through the daylight to stalk your unfortunate prey. Let it safely rest on your delicate finger.........and you shall have possession of both the night and the day, my love."

Bhaal's priestess stood her ground within the tomb of the undead. Nocent?s voice was crisp and clear,
?The ring.....access to alluring victims of great importance whose holy blood will satiate your rich palate......and many, many other exceptional spoils of interest that we come upon throughout this campaign are yours great Dracina.......yours at your simple request. He asks only for your loyalty........He asks only for you.?

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-03-05 18:55 EST

Dracina's eyes widened at the sound of this strange ring. Already she could withstand a limited time of standing in the light of the Sun before it would start to burn her. It was always an excruciating experience as well, calling up all of her inner energies to hold a temporary shield over herself. But to have some permanence to that... to actually walk in the light without burning away... that would be something she could not pass up.

She grinned wide then laughed jovially. "How can I refuse, sweet Nocent? Even with all my strength, the Sun remains a constant thorn in my side. It's the only weakness that remains a major, constant threat. The rest I can easily avoid with skill and speed, but the Sun does not relent. I accept your master's gift, and will owe him my services...."

This would be a stepping stone for her greater designs now. Oh yes... one day, she will remember this night as the dawning of a new era. Her era.

Giminicka · Date: 2007-03-09 01:33 EST

The tall warrior extended her right gauntlet and opened her steel-clad fingers.......within her flat crimson palm she held an exquisite silver ring. Its casting was complex in form.....captured in the slithering image of a deadly serpent.. Sleek and ominous it was......with fixed ruby eyes that seemed to be ablaze with pure malice.

Giminicka looked squarely at the mighty Dracina. "My love.....you are His first. Your beauty has fallen onto the deathly eyes of the Lord of Slaughter....it has turned his grand head and caused him to reach deeply into your wicked affairs. This should not be taken casually........for it has produced for you this magnificent gift in return for your forebodingly adept skills and your sworn loyalty to the savage crusade of my god."

Nocent stepped forward towards Dracina who was still atop her throne. She allowed her gauntlets to stroke the top of the undead queen's powerful right hand..........caressing it with an unbridled lust which was assorted with a baleful respect that burned within her massive form.

Nocent's voice was quite stoic as she spoke to vampiress, "My Lady Dracina of the House of Hemdagg......as you place the celebrated Serpent Ring of Aluthmang upon your well deserving finger........succumb yourself to its persuasive embrace. Be still......allow its unholy venom to course through your glorious body and charge every crevice of your being with the shield of darkness......a true relic of protection against the omnipotent eyes of Apollo's accursed treasure.

Your foes will gaze upon you and fall to despair...........for you, my love, shall be a testament of the infernal Hell which follows with us. The huntress......the queen.......the unliving ruler of the night who has laid her iron claim to the bright hours of mortal daylight..........All this, and much more."

The Anti Scathachian then presented Dracina Hemdagg with the powerful and malevolent artifact.

Angles wept.

Dracina Hemdagg · Date: 2007-03-09 19:48 EST

Angels may have wept, but Dracina wouldn't have cared either way. The angels had abandoned her throughout life, so why give them any attention whatsoever. They didn't even deserve mocking laughter at their pain and anguish with this exchange of such a twisted artifact. Walking in the sun, unhindered, was all that mattered.

Gingerly she took the ring from Nocent's hand and looked it over, curiously examining its worth. Her appraisal came with only one thought... this item was so expensive that it was beyond price. It was the epitome of priceless. Without further hesitation, Dracina slid the Ring of Aluthmang onto her finger, completing the union of the deal. It was official, Dracina and Nocent now worked towards the same goals.

"It's lovely," she said, admiring the ring on her finger.

Giminicka · Date: 2007-03-13 23:22 EST

Giminicka watched in stoic silence as Dracina slid the cursed ring onto her delicate finger. The snake was slick and sleek as it seemingly slithered its way towards its new resting place upon the dominant vampiress. At first, it seemed that the ring was too large for its new owner.....by nearly two sizes in fact.

Appearances can deceive....can they not?

As soon as silver relic glided its way onto her digit, its detailed body and numerous coils seemed to constrict as it sinisterly adapted to its new dwelling. The sinful dance had now begun.....an amalgamation of evil in the purest of forms.

With a flash of malevolent brilliance, the serpent's eyes flashed a magnificent shade of crimson. Dracina instantly felt an abrupt pain in her hand as the small head of the snake reared a pair of razor-like fangs and buried them sharply into her cold, alabaster flesh.

The powerful vampiress could now feel something flowing within........it was frigid......colder than the swirling shadows of death which stalked the Negative Planes and which tirelessly fed her profound, ravenous thirst.
Then....as suddenly as it came about.....the ephemeral, icy touch within her settled. It was no longer pulsing its ravenous fury; the unseen force simply took a place of dormancy within the body of the kindred. The deadly eyes of the sun would trouble the undead queen no more.

The seed of unadulteraed evil was once more planted. The dreaded Ring of Aluthmang had accepted its new mistress.......Lady Dracina Hemdagg.

The Anti Scathachian spoke aloud, ?For so long as you uphold your portion of your bloodoath to the dark Lord of Murder.......you shall be immune to the destructive kiss of sunlight, my love. Your unique services are indeed highly sought after.........your timely entrance into this crusade is riotously praised......it is a day of untamed celebration in Hell. Your newfound gift is piercingly heralded amongst the blessed few.......Daywalker.?

Nocent folded her large, armored arms across her chest as she continued, ?Upon your delectable breast now lies the mark of the Beast.........the insignia of my Lord to identify you as one of His mighty children during this majestic campaign of war. It will also ensure that the ferocity of his approaching envoy will not be accidently wrought upon you in the frenzied bloodletting of the great battle ahead. We welcome you to victory and slaughter my love......we welcome you to destiny.?

Upon Dracina?s round and succulent left breast was emblazed the gruesome skeletal ram?s head. The insignia was the size of a freshly coined silver piece, and seemingly leered forth with dead, empty orbits and a mocking grin. There it now rested, the notorious symbol of Temple Bhaal.....the god of murder and darkness. A truly fitting emblem for the blood crazed kindred who intensely reveled in whimsical carnage..........a dutiful princess of Hell?s Gates.

Nocent bowed to the throne of Dracina with a unique respect. She admired this gorgeous undead creature......admired her and lusted for her. It was an easy task to ascertain why the Dark Lord had chosen this one: her brutal talents were beyond atrocious.............her stabbing eyes were devoid of any mercy or regret.......and her soul was far blacker than the savage and homicidal denizens of the Abyss itself.

The unsettling, hollow moans of the zombies and flesh-craving ghouls seemed to echo Giminicka?s unholy statements........there was a grim unity amongst the putrid hordes.

?My Lady.......the vile bitches of Scathach with their hosts of lost sheep await........and we have much work to do.?

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