>>6210509>>6210535I do love CoE, I just wish it was more RPG. No worries lads, this will have some character depth.
The Goddess favors action, if not more than scheming. We will wilt and decay here
in this tomb if we continue to stay idle.
Sinfel did not flinch, as Kidane wrapped her arms around his still subdued form. Like
a spider approaching a fly, fangs dripping with noxious poison, she drew close to his
ear.
"Your blood is not enough to quench the Goddess' thirst, not you Sinfel, not even if
I gave her all of your warriors. But, perhaps she'd sip upon the blood of men, of elves.
Why, your giants if possible.' She began to tug on his sword belt, casually pulling
the silvered blade from its sheath. 'No, not your blood Sinfel. Go now, ride to these
soft villages, and let them know they must fear the night."
She released him then, and he did not immediately stand. Slowly, as if shaking the stupor
he found himself in, he dared a glance towards her. She was strolling the room, pondering
the long blade, as if she saw it for the first time in her life.
"We're going to war then, beloved Mistress?"
"We've never stopped, Sinfel, not in all these years."
~
The ride was short, the first village was but a days ride from the mountain home.
The slaughter was even shorter. Sinfel took no pride in the work, his troops have
been hunting under open sky for years now. The baleful sun, it's heat a bane on
his soft skin, no longer burns so much. Villagers and militia men who dared to
raise a spear were quickly slain. Those alive, were rustled from sleep and warm
fires. No true lord lives here, and doubtless it will take some time for word to spread of what happened here. Sinfel, astride his powerful lizard (second generation since the exile),
began to speak.
"I will not repeat myself, scum. You are now the property of the Majestic, the Glorious, the beautiful Kidane, of House Shi da'ra. Your life is hers, your blood is now tithe and tax. Those
who resist, will be fed first to the Demon pits."
+1 Hamlet, will provide slaves and potential blood sacrifices.
An elder man steps forth, his bravery shining in front of the hungry lizards and spear points.
"The High Lady will not stand for this! You dark slavers will rue the day!"
Curious, perhaps he knows more?
VOTE (last one for the day):
>Slay him, who cares for empty threats>Take him to Kidane, she could use entertainment>Interrogate him nowPretty happy with the turnout lads, I'll come back hopefully tomorrow, same time.
