!y15cQl1vv6 05/12/11(Thu)01:58 No.14898348|
Of course, Dark One. Assassins are always useful.
Performing your ordinary morning ritual, you slowly review the report on the witch's project's progress. It will be many a month before it is complete, and several weeks before construction even begins. But it will be done, as the townpeople, empowered by 'their' decision, are more than happy to follow the witch's commands. Your commands. Leaving the tower, and riding your spiders to the village, you move through the town and on to the witch's tower. Approaching from the west, you move through winding passages and cold caverns to the tower. You feel the cold air as you approach, and it comes into view. Like a a spire made of coral, it stretches into the sky, with flames burning all around it in a spiraling pattern. Dismounting your wave of spiders, you stride into the tower and walk past the guards. They move to stop you, uncertain of your identity, but a quick movement of his hand across the captain's neck tells them otherwise. You slowly make your way down, down, into the pits of the dungeons. Past the empty and full cells, towards the one at the end. Fat and Ugly stand outside it, and at your word leave you to your devices. You open the door and step inside.
Looking around the dark cell, you walks silently towards the pit in the center. Inside, your assassin sits in chains, thinking thoughts unknown, though some are undoubtedly of escape. Not seeing your face, she addressees you in a hateful, spite filled tone, with a decidedly foreign accent.
"Come to gloat over the prisoner? Tell that bitch she'll get no such pleasures as pleas for mercy from me."