The Fall Of Mordeqai

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

The Fall of Mordeqai.

 

 

 

 

The lingering moon hanging high in the sky above Petrus would be the only company of Mordeqai and his twisted mind that night. The moonlight illuminating the damp cell was his only source of light. The cold cobblestone floor and the northern winds embracing him in their icy embrace. The only source of heat, the smoldering wood of a long since burnt out torch on the wall. With his head against the wall, his eyes staring distantly out upon the sleeping city below knowing that even though he may rot away in this prison his plans were still in motion. 

 

But that didn't matter anymore, he had failed. 

 

Sitting curled up in the corner of his prison, the days gone by flashing through his mind. Lifting his last remaining arm, moving his feeble hand to his face, a few fingers and finger nails missing he examined himself.

 

The endless hours of torture had taken their toll, and although his body may be broken his spirit still remained intact. His faith in the fallen Daemon Iblees, stalwart.

 

His body was weak, the lack of food, water and the punishment on his body everyday was breaking him, he knew in his mind that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He would break, he knew the next time he left the place he had called 'home' these past days and stepped into that room with the interrogators that it would be for the last time. They would get the information they had sought and his plans would fall apart, Petrus would be free of his torment and his corpse would likely be put on display as a warning to other Cultists.

 

The only thing keeping him going through the nights was Revenge. Everyday he entered that torture chamber he burned the images of his interrogators into his mind. Uttering their names every night before he passed out, his weary eyes unable to remain open.

 

Every Night.

 

He would repeat this process, offering a silent prayer to the Fallen Daemon to save him from his suffering, repeating the names of his Interrogators.

 

And tonight was no different.

 

Getting to his knees, he would stare out the window, whispering as to not attract the attention of the guards outside.

 

"Iblees. Iblees. Hear my words, my name... is Mordeqai Lexus. I have committed sacrifices in your name, instilled fear within the peoples hearts. True. Fear. Until now i have asked nothing of you and i won't ask again for this may very well be my last night on Aethera."

 

He would pause, an anger burning inside him as he recalled the names of his captors and pictured them in his mind.

 

"Revenge."

 

The only flame left in his body was that of Revenge, and it burnt brightly as his eyes closed, his mind wandering as he fell to sleep in that cold floor. However deep down he knew he was probably alone in this.

 

His final hour was quickly approaching. His final secrets would be extracted and his plans uncovered.

 

But for now.. he would sleep.

[Leetles 65]

Relien shrugs, not knowing who he is.

[Endovelicus 613]

Kristoff kneels infront of a cross he joins his hands and prays to the Creator "Oh Lord, have piety on our poor sinful souls..." He continues his normal prayer and when he reaches the head he says with a sigh. "And to those that fell in the darkness of Iblees, grant them for the last remaning purity they have in their hearts, grant them a quick death." He stands bowing to the cross before going to bed blowing out the candles, leaving no light but the moon's light shining on the cross.

[hex37 737]

Nienna turns a crystal over in her hands. It emits a soft blue light, gently outlining the clinic she worked in. Filled inside was the information she had painstakingly collected, enchanted into its crystalline structure. 'I'm so close,' she thinks to herself. She had misgivings over working with Oren at first, but the project at hand was too important to let something so simple as racism to get in her way. All she needed to do now was wait for the info's delivery.

 

'Soon.' She thinks to herself. 'Soon the necromancers will have reason to fear the Daylight.'

[_Stigwig 1510]

Augustus doubts Iblees will grant him revenge, but hopes not as he almost killed Mordeqai when trying to arrest him.

[Zezimus 1523]

Imperial Prince Yakov of House Carrion emerges before the citizens of Petrus, shortly after an attempted prison break by the undead. Gripping his blade between his fingers, he unsheathes it and raises it high into the air, a tearing shout erupting from within his lungs.

 

"Good folk of Petrus! Let it be heard that upon day of this, one known as Mordeqai was felled by blade of mine when attempted to make escape from city of ours. So too, Undead who attempted to break him free was defeated by good streltsey. Da, let this be warning to all, that followers of Iblees have niet place of refuge in Oren!"

[NTE_Killer4life 52]

A hooded figure cloaked in black hides in a tree as he hears the man shout, he mutters to himself. "Poor men Of Oren….still cowering behind their territories…." His mouth creeps into a wicked smile. "I will…avenge you Mordeqai…" He chuckles loudly as he hops down and trots off, his black cloak flowing behind him as he does so.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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