Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-24123288-20150318210112

Kay crept in quietly, hopefully followed by everyone else. The room was well lit in the middle and a great table sat in the pool of light, all laid out for a great feast. There were dozens of plates and cups, a dozen chairs the largest of which was at the head of the table, and behind the largest chair was a giant shrine dedicated to the Prince of Decay, Namira.

Kay motioned for everyone to stay in the cover of darkness and slipped to the side, their target was stood on the table, kicking a cup at the shrine. Eola was tied to the head chair.

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"Y-you're fucking n-nuts!" Eola spat, earning herself a boot to the nose. The Bretons resulting pained scream was almost as loud as the cracking of bone as the nose broke.

"Nuts?" The Elf whispered. "A little, maybe. But that ain't my fault is it?"

"I-it...ain't mine either, freak! Let me go!"

The Elfs scowl grew deeper and she drew her katana. "Freak? All I'm doing is what I think is right. You eat people, and you call me the freak!?"

"B-but you...She warned me of you. You're supposed to w-worship them all."

The Elfs katana shook in her fury. She strode over to Eola and kicked the chair back so it was leaning against the shrine. She leaned in close, until her nose waspractically touching Eolas broken one.

"I used to! Then, I was never rewarded for my devotion! Never acknowledged for my faith! This one took everything I had and twisted it! Poisoned it! Rotted it to the core! I'm merely paying it back by removing all traces!"

"P-princes don't die you i-idiot..."

"No, but followers do."

With that, the Elf pointed her sword to Eola's throat and looked up to the statue of Namira, smirking gleefully.

"Bet you regret messing with me now, right? How many shrines have I destroyed? How many Cannibals and Necromancers have I killed now? What's that? I can barely hear you!"

The Elf laughed wickedly, looking back down to Eola, who was slowly accepting her fate.

"D-do it. Y-your life w-will only get w-worse..."

"I doubt that, Eola." The Elf said calmly, raising her sword.

"In the name of the Princes, except this one, I sacrifice you! May your sould be split between them, and may you be punished for following a false, picky master!"

The Elf snarled, slashing her sword across Eolas throat, laughing as the blood of the dead canibal sprayed onto the shrine and the table around her.

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''Damnit! ''Kay thought, looking worried as she watched the Elf step from the table onto the shrine.

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"One more shrine down, Namira. Just how much weaker can you stand to get!?" The Elf grinned, striking her sword on the shrine over and over again, furiously building momentum and speed the more worked up she got. Soon enough, the stone gave way and the shrine began to crumble.

...

It was during this noise, that Kay made her move. She clambered up onto the table and swung at the Elf.

Surprisingly, the Elf turned round, blocking the blade. Her furious look turned to one of surprise for a second before going back to anger.

"You again!?" She spat, glancing around the room as she expected more. "For fuck sake, what's the point in having people who worship you when they can't do a damned thing!? Screw it. I'll finish you myself!" The Elf swung at Kay, launching the pair into battle...