Leaving the human tavern Devil was wearing silver Elvin Ithmar mail with a long shield embedded with leave patters and his blue steel sword in hand he smiled. He took off his glasses his grey eyes gazing around at everyone outside until he found a man wearing a cloak of green. He slowly stepped toward the man speaking only in whisper.
"Where are the instructions? I am sick of the oracles running this area, and the people seem to agree with me." His voice was one of slight aggravation, the man was late and this would only be done with key timing.
"Relax forbidden one, we are safe under the moons light. Take this scroll and be gone, we have not met nor will in the future. I pray you safe travels.." A small cackle followed the broken feminine voice as a bag of worn leather was taken from deep inside the cloak.
Devil snatched it from her paying the gold she wished for it. With a grin he walked away opening the scrolls case and throwing it away. Its contents were poured into his hands.....a crude human scroll of new parchment cut by a rusted blade. He slowly unraveled it, reading its contents....
"Dark one, for the eyes of each oracle you have come. Take this scroll to the gate keeper to be allowed passage into their cove. You must not show any hostility toward them, I have bought them into thinking you are a new body guard--so do protect them. You will be with them for 3 days before they separate and that is when you strike."
Devil read the instructions after the small text block following them to an exact. Soon he found his way tracking down a marble hall, eager to kill for the people--he saw the oracles chanting around a fire as he moved in. Information had leaked from his fine tooth plan, someone sold him out. They raise their arms and shot the blaze at him; with a grin he ripped his shield between the fire keeping himself safe. The shield found its way thrown through one of their necks. She was running her golden cloak on fire; the others turned all ready casting curses upon him. He shrugged off their words and assaulted the first shadow fast. Cleaving her in two within the second he struck the other knocking her into the fire. He laughed softly as blood spurted from all of their bodies, landing on him. He screamed and fell to his knee's as the woman in the fire cursed his eyes, all of the oracles life energies were sent into him warping his eyes; their blood a channel for this. Devil found glasses from a chamber near by placing them on as he danced swords with many guards. Gore splashed everywhere while sparks flew. Soon Devil had killed enough that he bore a hole through the troops of the oracles.
He escaped through a broken window falling stories above into the water below the temple behind him now set ablaze by peasants cheering him on....
 The Wandering Devil · Sun Jan 30, 2005 @ 11:45pm · 0 Comments |
