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Post by KeshmarCurlyHair on Jun 20, 2008 23:31:36 GMT -5
Zedria woke up at the sound of commotion outside her bedside window. She sat up, stretching, then turned to the window, looking out. She sawa cloud of dust across the street where the local library once stood and several villagers running for cover. She looked on, wondering what was going on.
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Post by Kazuki4356 on Jun 21, 2008 3:47:16 GMT -5
Torga led his men against the nearly defenseless town. The tiny militia didn't stand a chance, but Torga didn't even consider giving them a chance to surrender. He waded into the ranks of the town's militia, slaughtering everything in his path. He slashed what looked to be the militia's leader in two. At that moment he gradually broke into maniacal laughter "Heh heh heh hehhehehehehahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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Post by KeshmarCurlyHair on Jun 21, 2008 7:17:02 GMT -5
Zedria could hear it in the distance. The sound of the town being reduced to nothing. While she was too weak to step foor outside her house, she waited on her bed, cautiously watching out the window.
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Post by Kazuki4356 on Jun 21, 2008 21:23:55 GMT -5
Torga's troops deployed to surround the town so no one could escape. Torga charged into a group of fleeing civilians, swatting away the last of the milita like flies. By now the carnage had brought torga's bloodlust to it's height. The people trying to escape looked to Torga like a fleeing rabbit would to a hungry wolf. He chased them down and slaughtered them.
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Post by KeshmarCurlyHair on Jun 24, 2008 4:00:26 GMT -5
Zedria spotted Torga in the distance. But rather than being stunned by his slaughter, she recognized him. She eased herself out of bed, walking carefully over to her cabinet. She opened it and picked up a small statue inside... one that closely resembled the genocidal maniac that was massacring the villagers. She held the statue close while closing the cabinet doors. "So you have come to take me away..." she whispered.
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Post by Kazuki4356 on Jun 24, 2008 9:12:41 GMT -5
Torga's sword sliced through the last of the residents in the open. Blood was splattered everywhere and the dead were piled up in the streets. With nothing else to kill, Torga's bloodlust began to wan.
As reason began to overtake his mind once more, he turned his attention to the buildings that remained. There might be survivors inside some of them, when meant fresh blood. He raised his sword and delivered a mighty blow, smashing the wall to pieces and the building collapsed.
He made his way down the street, demolishing everything in his path. It was then he saw a girl looking at him though a window. apparently not reacting. He charged down the street, smashing through the door. He turned to the girl and raised his sword, preparing to strike. Then he noticed a figure the girl was holding. It looked like him. Curious, Torga relaxed his sword, though still kept it ready to strike.
"This... figure..." He said, still half inebriated from his remaining bloodlust." Where... did... you... get... it..."
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Post by KeshmarCurlyHair on Jun 24, 2008 9:34:50 GMT -5
"...I made it. " Zedria said softly with a weak smile. "I knew you would come for me after all. My angel of death."
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Post by Kazuki4356 on Jun 24, 2008 9:46:43 GMT -5
"You... made... it..." Torga asked, as his bloodlust continued to clear. "How did... you... know... I'd come..."
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Post by KeshmarCurlyHair on Jun 25, 2008 6:20:08 GMT -5
"Because of my illness, I've been suffering for so long..." Zedria coughed, looking at her statue. "I sculpted this from from an image of an angel of death I had in a dream."
She looked back up at Torga, trying to smile again. "And you finally came to end my suffering."
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Post by Kazuki4356 on Jun 25, 2008 6:30:50 GMT -5
"A... dream?" Torga asked, his bloodlust having almost subsided. "You can... tell the future... in your dreams?"
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