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 Shyla Tadros
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Dec 15 2008, 06:33 PM |
 
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(((Post for the Grand Master!))) Someone decidedly wicked slithered through the ranks of the undead. Nyston was once again reborn in this evil death. Centurians held their spears, soldiers their swords, there were zombies on undead horses and they all followed his lead. There was a shrill laugh that pealed through Kalimshere as the undead attacked. Screams from unsuspecting citizens as they died became a music to the evil one's ears. "Oh, now for my revenge to the tune of your sweet terrified cries!" The black figure moved through the undead ranks, sending them this way and that, to attack, to attack and to confuse the people. They would all die this night and it would be by his hand! "Oh the irony! Oh the sweet sweet taste of revenge!" His voice was higher, more demonic than it had been in his life. Now, risen again from the confines of the after life he was the plague that would wipe them all out. He turned and let his empty grey eyes survey the beautiful statues of Kinara De'Nakashta and William Mandragoran. "A pity that she died." He chuckled. "Shyla there, too? Oh, they should take that down, they should take that down. Such a woman as she would never give in to the dark sleep. Noooo, no, she brought me back with her too!" The evil man scurried through the streets, killing anyone that got in his path. Soon he found himself at the doorstep of his once great home. Then it had been dark, falling to pieces and felt like a home, now it looked like a great palace, allive and full of color. Typical of a woman's touch. He sneered. "I don't like what she's done with my place." He laughed a deep shrill laugh then turned his attention to the company that was grouping and about to attack the Zombies. "ATTACK THEM MY SOLDIERS!" The undead lunged forward, moaning as they drew closer to the two women and the young man. But...the evil one stopped in his tracks, his grey eyes widened and he stared at one of the women. She couldn't have been more than twenty years old, her hair was dark...but there was no mistaking her face, her body. There she was again, always haunting him through immortality. "I thought once the Shiranai had killed you, you'd have stayed dead!" He drew a sword from his belt and hobbled to meet Amara. With a growl in his throat he spoke to her. "I think I will kill you know instead of watching you suffer through my torture. Know this, young one, I killed your grandmother, I laid plans to kill your mother, and now I will kill you with my own two hands. No one will have you, except me." Edited by Shyla Tadros, Dec 15 2008, 07:35 PM.
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