Post by vermilition on Nov 24, 2006 12:42:02 GMT -5
i couldnt think of a place to put this so...
This is my salvation and my prison.
It is my rock and the anvil which i am hammered agaisnt.
Nothing is more poisonously sacred.
My people worship this as a center of power, an icon of our system, a focus for all that is good and right.
And as such they worship me! as their deliverer they shout my praises! and as their saviour they give their services.
I am their leader and this is my eternal throne.
Getting out of the bath the lord was attended too by his servants. Sniveling worms who did not deserve the right to breath.
They dried him from head to toe and gave him his robes.
He moved to the bed room to get his clothes.
A trail of acolytes and servants moved behind him.
All taking notes, confering and discusing the current situation.
Talk of heros and public appinion.
The new system of military enforcement was beggining to fail.
talk of turn coats and scared villagers. The masses were disolving into the rebellion.
Not acceptable.
All the rebels would be killed.
Infront of their leader.
That blasted Mort, he was going to hang.
Once cloathed he heard a nock at the door.
Another servant.
The doors opened to view the warrior Thalak, completly devout to the cause of the empire he was a perfect example of the military.
In another year he would inherite the miliary might of the empire in the "elections". So many false democracies.
All under one bloodied banner.
One battered banner.
One banner that was his to own, his to control.
The Lord felt a power surge in him.
These were happening now and again but they had become more common in the last few years.
The warrior bowed and offered his thanks for another day under the Lord's sevice.
The Lord gave him a cassual blessing.
Thalak spoke in his gutteral tones "Lord, the non believers are oddly silent, normaly they have an outcry after a mass exectution, but they seem silent."
"That my son is because of who we executed, not when or how," He turned and went to the balcony across the room, "Now then, what are your plans for today, i need a man i can trust inside my military, and that could be you."
The large man seemed to blush under his black helmet, "I protect and i serve, as you command sir"
"Good man" The lord commented "what is the mood in the barracks, can i ask, and speak your mind not your training."
"Well we do have a few problems, we cannot kill more of our kin, i know a man who was told to kill his parents for heresy, a crime but there must be another way sir, we beg for less punishment, these are our people, we cannot deal more pain without hurting ourselves."
"You speak word of truth, i know what it feels like to have to cause pain to those that i love, it is a great and terrible pain." He touched the warriors helm, "but I would not put you in this position if I had the choice, but you must remember Thalak, I am left with no choice."
He left the warrior where he stood and went to the window, "Is there a warrior in my sight who will do as I order."
"Of course sir" Barked the warrior.
"I am sorry, but once our cause is won I shall be showering praise on those that helped me through this time, the heathens bark at our door, and I need to know my army is fully capable of its job, your words do not fallon deaf ears, my child, but you would do well to continue your job as ordered until you are releaved."
The lord signaled to him, "you may leave now, and tell the men my words."
The lord let Thalak leave before turning to the assassin in the corner.
"Kill him, preferably before he reaches the base of the tower, and if you fail, do not return."
The assassin gave a silent nod and left through the back of the room.
Seconds later a small scream emitted from the stairs.
The emporer saw a few gaurds on the floor below move to intercept the noise.
"Do not bother, just another tortured soul" The emporer reasured them.
"Aye sir." They replied.
The lord moved back to his chamber. "Just another tortured soul," he repeated. Letting the small tear drip down his cheek...
This is my salvation and my prison.
It is my rock and the anvil which i am hammered agaisnt.
Nothing is more poisonously sacred.
My people worship this as a center of power, an icon of our system, a focus for all that is good and right.
And as such they worship me! as their deliverer they shout my praises! and as their saviour they give their services.
I am their leader and this is my eternal throne.
Getting out of the bath the lord was attended too by his servants. Sniveling worms who did not deserve the right to breath.
They dried him from head to toe and gave him his robes.
He moved to the bed room to get his clothes.
A trail of acolytes and servants moved behind him.
All taking notes, confering and discusing the current situation.
Talk of heros and public appinion.
The new system of military enforcement was beggining to fail.
talk of turn coats and scared villagers. The masses were disolving into the rebellion.
Not acceptable.
All the rebels would be killed.
Infront of their leader.
That blasted Mort, he was going to hang.
Once cloathed he heard a nock at the door.
Another servant.
The doors opened to view the warrior Thalak, completly devout to the cause of the empire he was a perfect example of the military.
In another year he would inherite the miliary might of the empire in the "elections". So many false democracies.
All under one bloodied banner.
One battered banner.
One banner that was his to own, his to control.
The Lord felt a power surge in him.
These were happening now and again but they had become more common in the last few years.
The warrior bowed and offered his thanks for another day under the Lord's sevice.
The Lord gave him a cassual blessing.
Thalak spoke in his gutteral tones "Lord, the non believers are oddly silent, normaly they have an outcry after a mass exectution, but they seem silent."
"That my son is because of who we executed, not when or how," He turned and went to the balcony across the room, "Now then, what are your plans for today, i need a man i can trust inside my military, and that could be you."
The large man seemed to blush under his black helmet, "I protect and i serve, as you command sir"
"Good man" The lord commented "what is the mood in the barracks, can i ask, and speak your mind not your training."
"Well we do have a few problems, we cannot kill more of our kin, i know a man who was told to kill his parents for heresy, a crime but there must be another way sir, we beg for less punishment, these are our people, we cannot deal more pain without hurting ourselves."
"You speak word of truth, i know what it feels like to have to cause pain to those that i love, it is a great and terrible pain." He touched the warriors helm, "but I would not put you in this position if I had the choice, but you must remember Thalak, I am left with no choice."
He left the warrior where he stood and went to the window, "Is there a warrior in my sight who will do as I order."
"Of course sir" Barked the warrior.
"I am sorry, but once our cause is won I shall be showering praise on those that helped me through this time, the heathens bark at our door, and I need to know my army is fully capable of its job, your words do not fallon deaf ears, my child, but you would do well to continue your job as ordered until you are releaved."
The lord signaled to him, "you may leave now, and tell the men my words."
The lord let Thalak leave before turning to the assassin in the corner.
"Kill him, preferably before he reaches the base of the tower, and if you fail, do not return."
The assassin gave a silent nod and left through the back of the room.
Seconds later a small scream emitted from the stairs.
The emporer saw a few gaurds on the floor below move to intercept the noise.
"Do not bother, just another tortured soul" The emporer reasured them.
"Aye sir." They replied.
The lord moved back to his chamber. "Just another tortured soul," he repeated. Letting the small tear drip down his cheek...