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Return to the Dark Castle; <~OPEN~>Bedlam wanted especially
Topic Started: Sep 6 2009, 11:02:31 AM (41 Views)
Lord Drakoulis	Sep 6 2009, 11:02:31 AM Post #1
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	A dark shadow had descended on the Dark Planes. There was a dark figure standing on a small croft before the dark castle of the Bedlam. Heh...funny what 20 years had done to a man. The robed and cowled man dragged himself towards the hulking monument to the inadequacy of man. Foolish really, how the humans just let the work of others go to waste. Behind the robed and cowled man, a set of seven others strode. Each one was of a different size and shape but all eight of them extruded a presence of evil. It was just the way they stood and the way the energies of their magical strength extruded in droves of power. The leader then broke into a run, followed by his seven companions. In their run, thunder broke the sky's silence. Then, a giant bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, exposing the face of the leader. He had not a face but a metal helmet. One in the visage of a dragon. The way his boots hit the floor bespoke of metal armouring all over his body. The entrance to the castle was forced open with a few murmured words from the leader. He then stopped running and looked around the castle's interior was unchanged for the most part. Crumbling, rotting ruins with equally rotting corpses that served the beast above. The leader motioned to a to the left of him who sniffed the air plaintively. He nodded then held a finger to his lips. "There's no point to that friend. She knows we're here." A dark-eyes man with greasy black hair smiled. He walked to a lich and flicked it in the face. It stumbled then fell over which amused the man greatly. "If we could concentrate gentlemen. Ladies, you know what to do." The metal-masked man consoled. The two female forms nodded and took two swords from their backs. Two handed blades that were blackened into darkness. The two girls smiled at each other and sliced a door apart. The door was stone so by all rights the blades should have shattered. The metal-armoured man walked through the door with calm steps. He observed the room beyond. This had not changed that much either...He did not approve of laxity even by Demonic standards. Officially, he was a demon but he was spawned of a human so other demons tended to point and laugh at him. Not now...not after tonight. "I'm tired sir...lemme go to sleep and I'll..." One of the robed men spoke. The leader snarled a warning about being lax in his presence. His interpritation of evil was far different from before. He did not consider himself evil...more of a strict leader that was working to help Horundul. The two girls with black swords laughed at the man who'd spoken. "If you're here come out. I have not the time nor patience for such petty games as hide and seek. I'll just rip the castle apart if I have to." The leader spoke, pulling down his hood and showing his navy-blue hair. The Editor, God of the Dead Plains, had returned to do battle with all of Horundul. ((Note: The Editor is a separate entity from Edward now. He has black armour, navy blue hair and red eyes but otherwise he looks exactly the same as Edward. He has a black cape for dramatics XD)) Edited by Lord Drakoulis, Sep 6 2009, 11:06:36 AM.



Carter	Sep 6 2009, 09:36:49 PM Post #2
Misstress of Dark Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Jun 21, 2009 Character Lafitte Journal http://horundul.net/topic/1840151/1/#new	Striding down the halls came the beast the Bedlam had been awakened two years of sleep had gained her much of the strength she had lost to raising the corpses of her army. The lord of the dead was she and she was not above creating fresh corpse for her new army. Wrapped in a gown white purple and pale blue the Bedlam had not changed a to much in the last few years except for the jewel upon the crown of her forehead. Whipping a cloak around her as she ran down the main stair she came to greet her guest as would a child. Throwing her hands into the air she threw on a face of untold excitement and glee for it had been a great amount of time since she had seen or heard any thing from her Editor."Bloody Hell, has it truly been so many years since I had you in my hall my love...hearts of steel reside in this hall won't you stay until I can bring to you a welcoming you deserve," with this said she quickly turned and stored up the stairs. Just as before her voice held a soft and warm cashmere like feel to it. To add to her allure was the fact that she held the body of a 19 year old perfectly fit and flawless. It was clear she was well fed for her eyes had even de-aged which was a rarity for her. With the perfect body she strut her stuff as she dashed off to her chambers. Just the right amount of wiggle and jiggle completed her form as he turned her thin frame round to signal with her finger that they should follow her."I love it when company comes around it is absolutely no fun her with the dead for they just don't move enough," Stopping at the top of her stairs she clapped and summoned more Lichs this time these came out with black robes instead of the average crimson ones. These where the casters trained by her demon minoin and there fore not likely that they would play around with their spells. Jumping up and down she continued to shine with child like exuberance. The light in her eyes lit the chamber and gave the gruesome castle an eerily gleeful shine to it. Pointing to the group that had entered the lichs began to move they had been given an order from the mind of Bedlam herself. Pulling from their selves trays of food betrayed their purposes powerful casters where made to carry around food in the midst of their disuse. Smiling deeply the Bedlam began to move again. With a wink she almost faded from view they would have to move quickly to make keep their pursuit of her. Snapping her finger sent more and more liches to the hall they had been gathering but it was clear to any one that the ones whom presented food where chanting. To any one with half a brain the aspect of a rather simplistic trap seemed just to easy to scream that she thought they where stupid. casters filling the halls from wall to wall it seemed that in the Editors absence Bedlam had tempted many more more with her allure and charms. Pressing forwad she glared at the large black doors which lead to her private sanctum. Close to none had ever seen this place but and she could keep it that way under pain of death, she had killed many nosy liches for the crime of touching the door. Placing her hand upon the door forced it to disolve under the weight of her massive pressure."The Hall of Raen'Chir is where we will congregate this time for the throne is off limits this time," with that said she made her move and turned a corner. "To enter this place they will have to be booth brave and stupid...for even the holy fear to tread here," behind the doors stood a massive lush and green garden. The insides of just one room seemed to contradict the whole castle entirely. Running her hand along one tree after the next she brought them to life they would act as her spies for the coming fight. she had know with out asking that the Morgan had returned with great and terrible purpose in his heart. Though the trees gained life they where quick to shut their mouths and say nothing for they knew what she had called them to do life was what she gave them and only for one purpose."Now my friends lets see what they will do..." snapping her finger released the hold she had put on the casters in her main hall. throwing up their trays of food the black clad liches pointed to the grounds before pulling their hands back and bringing up the corpses of Bedlams defensive troop. she was sure they would blow though just one wave of liches so she sent in over twenty red cloaks and fifteen black cloaks. With that many caster she was sure she could stall them for a good amount of time. those casters and fifty undead she figure she had plenty of time to get her self ready for the coming of the Editor. Edited by Carter, Sep 6 2009, 09:39:20 PM.



Lord Drakoulis	Sep 7 2009, 02:51:26 AM Post #3
Psychologist's.worst.nightmare Posts: 87 Group: Members Member #36 Joined: Feb 16, 2009 Character http://tinyurl.com/Sir-Edward-Morgan, Sir Edward Morgan	Edward disliked this but played along with The Bedlam's childish expressions and temptations, adopting the face of a pleased man. The other seven behind him all drew weapons as the liches converged on them. The Editor waved a hand at them absently. One of the cowled men and women groaned at being denied a fight. They returned their weapons to their holsters. The Editor walked behind Bedlam into the gardens that were the hall of Ran'chir. How foolish of him to suspect a trap from the woman who'd oppressed him as soon as he'd signed the deal. He sorta owed her nothing. He was immortal on his own without demon blood. Most demons were. If he had to, he'd die a thousand times to achieve his goals. To become God of Horundul. He hoped that the Bedlam was just as ambitious. He would not tolerate foolishness while he was there. He considered it an insult to his pride. "I'd be very careful about what you're doing Bedlam. I'm not in the mood for games with the dead." The Editor yawned, looking about for a seat. He saw a table surrounded by chairs and sat down as the liches served their food. "You seem to have grown more mellow since we last met, Ran'Chir." Edward smirked at the name, a smile of utmost superiority. The others of his party sat down near him, holding themselves with the same pride that The Editor did. "Now, Now Sir, there's no need to open hostilities where they're not needed..." The man with greasy black hair and a pointed nose spoke sardonically. Edward turned his head towards the greasy-haired man with a steely rasp of his helmet. His black robed shifted as he exerted his usually-suppressed magical aura. All of his subordinates coughed and looked like they were going to be sick as he did so. The air vibrated around Edward from the energy he was putting out. "You'll speak in turn infidel!" The Editor snarled. "I apologize for the impertinence of my apprentice here. He seems to think it funny to mock his superiors." Edward apologized loftily to Bedlam. The man with greasy hair wore a hateful stare but The Editor didn't even flinch as he suppressed his magical aura again. The Editor then looked around at the liches, who would've felt that worse than anything because they were sustained by magic. They were disrupted by the sound of noisy eating. The Editor looked around and saw one of his people eating the food with gusto. The Editor's eyebrows contracted and the plate of food smashed into the young man's face. He then realised that they were all standing, waiting for the Bedlam to be seated. "After lunch and some light-hearted banter you and I will retire to talk of business Ran'Chir." The Editor spoke. One of the female members of his cast broke from her dreamy-gaze at...everyone really, and piped up with a rather lewd voice: "Can I join in?" She spoke. Edward eyed her with a level gaze. She seemed to shrink away from those diamond-hard eyes of his. The fact that they were glowing red was slightly disturbing. "Keep your lewd tongue civil maggot! Did I not say before arrival that I think of Bedlam as my mother?" The Editor snarled, his voice holding utmost contempt at her comment. She was slightly deflated that she would not be engaging in anything evil and lewd today. Her and her partner were always being lustful and lewd with each other. The Editor found it disgusting that she would say such things in public. Moreover, she had disgraced him in front of his Demonic friend. How pitiful was man after 20 years? "Don't be too harsh on her sir. It's in her nature to be as such." Said a man to The Editor's right. Edward chuckled in amusement at the comment. He then turned to Ran'Chir and bowed in the way he'd been taught during his and Edward's shared military training. "Shall we begin the first course milady or is there something more you'd like to discuss?" The Editor smiled, his voice losing the harshness and hatefulness in it before to become more rounded and civilized. The seven younglings looked at Edward with unmasked surprise.



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