The Slaughtering Of A Lamb

[Watyll 1104]

 

THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC MATERIAL

The bright red star that had once lit up the night had been darkened now for quite a time. An elven day had passed since Kknotos had broken free of the bonds of his prison of stone and flame. One elven day, and already he had relished the killing of three, and the torture of another. The sight of the Lich, Kraal, kneeling over and stealing the life out of a hapless victim, their very soul, was a delightful pleasure. This night, however, was not to be for pleasure. Kknotos has business to attend to. The wench, Siggourdnbad, had betrayed them. She had left, breaking off all contact with them and their master, Ikuras. Kknotos did not take kindly to betrayal. The moon was under a shroud as Kknotos rode towards his destination, a small tavern in the human lands. It was far off the main road, barely a tavern. More of an outpost. Kknotos's horse trailed flame and shadow in its wake as he rode, lifting its head up in a chilling shriek that resounded through the nightly arena of the Fringe. The tavern came within sight, and Kknotos's eyes began to crackle with green electricity. 

 

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Garet polished off one of the mugs of ale in his small tavern. Barrels of odds and ends sat upon shelves behind him. Most of it was supplies, people from the small mining community nearby usually purchased their food from here. The barren wasteland beyond wouldn't support any sort of vegetation, and any animals that prowled the place were feral and inedible. Often they would be the hunters instead of the other way around. It was a quiet night in the tavern, however. Five men sat at different tables, one of them at the bar. The four at tables talked quietly, while the one at the bar lay slumped over. His name was Dareth, an ungrateful lout of a drunkard. If a pig had **** he would chase after it. That's how starved Dareth was for female company. Not that Garet was any better- but at least he would stay within his own species. The men at the other table were mercenaries. Toughs hired to protect the merchants carting the minerals away to far off Kaldonia. Garet didn't know their names. He continued to polish until he heard an unearthly shriek from outside. The four mercenaries looked up warily, then went back to their chatting. Garet wondered what it could have been, and hoped it wasn't one of the feral waste beasts. The door to the tavern opened. A strange apparition strode in. A tall, gaunt, hooded figure with an iron mask in the visage of a skull. 

"What an edgy ****…" thought Garet as the figure strode up to the bar. The guards all chuckled at the oddly clothed being. The thing seemed not to notice as it leaned over the counter, not even glancing at the slumped over figure of Dareth. 

"Can I help you?" asked Garet.

"Ah yes, I was wondering- have you seen a young, red haired druid dedicant? Fond of wearing a wooden mask, though perhaps she has put that aside." Garet furrowed his brow. He did know such a woman, she came here for supplies every once in a while- but never food. Only a druid could have coaxed life out of such a place. However… she had warned him that people might come looking for her. 

"No, haven't seen her." Garet said with a cheerful grin, grabbing the hilt of the knife at his side. The apparition leaned forward, as thunder rumbled outside. For the first time, Garet noticed his eyes were crackling an emerald green. It spoke in a whispery voice, so that nobody could hear it.

"Good bartender… I think you believe I am stupid. Another one of your 'edgies' that simply talk loudly about their abilities and carry katanas and talk in an eastern fashion. That is false. I am a- well, not quite rational man. But I will promise you, I am quite dangerous. I would advise telling me where the wench is… And releasing the dagger by your side." The thunder rolled again outside. Garet began to sweat. It wasn't worth getting into a fight with this thing for some young maiden. Even if she was very pretty. Garet hadn't been with a pretty lady in a long time… Garet told the creature where she was hiding. The thing gave a curt nod, then his eyes began to turn into a full black color as he gave Dareth a little tap on the head before turning around. The formerly inert drunkard spasmed suddenly, arching his back and crying out loudly. His eyes rolled back in his head as he began to shout inanely, shrieking for bloody murder. Glass broke as he fell to the floor, cutting himself. Dareth had gone completely mad. The skull masked creature was nowhere to be seen. 

 

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Amity slowly coaxed the flower in her pot to life. It was hard to get water out here in the red waste, but she had spent many an hour practicing drawing it up from the earth. Her new home was spacious, for if one thing was in excess in the wastes, it was empty space. She had managed to grow a small grove of trees, though the aspects did not bless her nearly as much since she had left the circle. There was also a central, larger tree with outstretched branches that she loved to hang glass orbs from, and sometimes candles. Life was good in the waste, for her at least. As she hummed and bustled about her home, she suddenly heard a knock at the door. Wondering who it could be, Amity shrugged and opened up the door. A skeletal hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. With it followed a surging jolt of electricity. Above the brightly lit green glow, two emerald eyes cracked and sparkled within an iron mask. Amity gurgled out one word before losing consciousness. "Kknotos…"

 

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WARNING: EXTREMELY GRAPHIC MATERIAL

When Amity awoke, she found herself with her feet and hands tied together with one length of rope behind her back. She hung from the tree that she had once loved to hang small orbs of light. Amity did not think she would ever hang orbs there again. 

"Good morning, Siggourdnbad." said Kknotos, pacing into view. 

"Kknotos… please…"

"Please what? Leave you be? I believe that time is far past. No, I don't think so." Amity grunted and struggled, trying to break free. 

"That life is past me Kknotos. Let me free and I won't tell the authorities." This was a desperate bid. There were no authorities in the waste. Kknotos knew this, and slowly paced away, pulling out a small knife and beginning to polish it with his robes. 

"You have abandoned me, Siggourdnbad. Abandoned the cult. You've lost your way from the flock. You have become a sheep... Are you familiar with how lambs are slaughtered, Siggourdnbad? It's very humane you know, the way they do it… I myself find it rather lacking in imagination. We're going to do it backwards, and it will be a grand old time... You see- the fifth step is evisceration." With that, Kknotos stepped forward and made a cut across Amity's abdomen, slicing through the soft flesh. Intestines spilled out, gore and blood splattering the green grass of Amity's house. She screamed. Nothing could compare to this agony. "Ah, lovely. Now I'm afraid you're going to die rather quickly like that: so we'll have to hurry it up. The fourth step is washing… but that takes too much time, much too boring. So we'll skip to step three, skinning. Not your whole skin, because again," Kknotos gave a small chuckle as Amity continued to scream unceasingly, the sound of her torment echoing throughout the waste as her bowels spilled from her body and her lifeblood poured out "We're a bit pressed for time." Kknotos reached up and made too small cuts on Amity's legs, incisions all the way around, then began to tear the skin from her legs, gripping it with two hands. "Lamb of leg is a most delightful dish. So we'll just skin that part of you. The ripping sound of flesh being torn from Amity's legs was largely drowned out by Amity's screaming. "And finally steps one and two. Step two is removing the fleece, but I think cutting is a bit too slow." with that Kknotos flicked a spark into Amity's hair, which immediately began to shoulder and burn. The smell of smoking flesh filled the air and her screams rose in pitch and intensity. "That will kill you even quicker so now, step one, the kill." Kknotos smoothly stepped over and slashed in a single motion across Amity's throat. The scream cut off immediately. What was once a beautiful maiden was now reduced to a hanging carcass, its bowels swaying in the night air and its throat sliced.

 

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Kknotos strode back into the fortress he shared with his followers. A few stood up and bowed in respect to him, including Chol, the cultist he had taught his special brand of magic to. He motioned for Chol to stand up before looking around the assembled cultists. 

"Siggourdnbad is dead. Chol will take her place. He will no longer be called Chol, but take the blessed name: Siggourdnbad." 

 

Siggourdnbad bowed. 

 

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In a small hut in the wastelands of the fringe there sits a grove house. Within the grove there are trees, and flowers, and many beautiful growing things. Glowing orbs hang from branches. Upon the floor of this grove there lies a dead carcass of a female, disemboweled, skinless, with its throat cut. Around her is drawn a mysterious four pointed star, one that people who enter can only wonder about. 

 

((JtPv has given me permission to kill off his character. This is a PK post))

 

 

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[Tom_Whiteman 949]

((Had to...))

 

[Demotheus 651]

Illah blinks at the corpse as she wanders throughout the wastes in search of something to do. She glances around the area, and quickly identify's the woman as a druid of some sort - or at least, was.

 

She frowns, looking down at her. "Nub'hozh..." Having nothing better to do, she proceeds to bury the corpse under the nearby tree, and then try to kick away the odd marking, thinking nothing of it, but marking it down in a book anyway. She sighs, walking off after looting the girl's food stash.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid, traveling through the wastes, finds this... house. And what's inside. After gagging for almost a whole minute he runs out and faints.

[Merkaken 516]

Siggourdnbad stands proud now. "Soon, the rest of the Fringe will remember fear... And the fury of Siggourdnbad"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.