Post by Mannix on Oct 2, 2012 15:36:59 GMT -8
December 10th 1973
The cold Nights of Russia have been known to freeze even well prepared travelers during the very long winter nights, and this night was one of the worst.....
The master of the castle stood on his ramparts looking over the community below with cold nearly black eyes, a robe adorned with the arcane markings to ward against all manner of things barley visible on it. his beard was long and came to a point at mid chest which his left hand stroked absently as frost began to form on it.
A large wooden door opens behind him, the effort the servant had to exert just to move it evident in the sounds of his boots struggling to find grip on the stone floors of the castle and the grunt and slightly elevated breathing. As the servant came through the door he winced at the breeze which burned his exposed skin with searing cold but he knew such a show of weakness to his master would end up poorly for him so he gritted his teeth and moved forward and took a knee.
" Master, i have retrieved what you asked for, and killed all the witnesses. " The cold of the night started to hold his muscles fast even under the thick clothing he had on but he did not falter as his master took a long moment to speak or acknowledge him.
" Äà ÿ çíàþ ìàëü÷èêà, ÿ ìîãó ÷óâñòâîâàòü çàïàõ ýòîãî íà Âàñ. æåðòâà áûë õóæå âñåãî ïàðòèè? " The old world Russian fell from the masters lips like a blade, deep, thick and to the point.
" Yes Master, he was the worst, a rapist.. "
" Íîìåð ÿ íå çàáî÷óñü, ÷åì åãî ïðåñòóïëåíèÿ áûëè, èëè ïî÷åìó îí ñäåëàë èõ. Ïðèåäüòå ïðèøëà ïîðà, ÷òîáû ðàçáóäèòü Äðàêîíà. " The masters eyes turned to his servant and held him in the Glare for a long moment with disgust and disdain before he turned to walk inside, the heavy door opening of its own accord for the master and barely giving the servant enough time to snake though it before it closed.
the Servant took a torch and fallowed the master down a well hidden set of spiral stairs. as they went the servant realized he had never been this deep into the catacombs of the castle before, in fact he never knew they went this deep despite him being ghouled to his master for the last 24 years.
" Master, what is down here? " Said the servant with a slight quiver as his eyes darted from one arcane carving in the arched stairway to the other. The cob webs were minimal and the smell of the air was stale. There footsteps seemed to echo in front of them and behind them so it was hard to tell how far down they were going or how far down they had already gone.
" Ýòî - òþðüìà, ìåñòî, ÷òîáû äåðæàòü âåùè, ýòîò ìèð íå ãîòîâ ê, ìåñòî, ÷òîáû äåðæàòü âåùè, êîòîðûå íå äîëæíû áëóæäàòü ìèð ñ öåëüþ. " The master said in that deep voice of his that always seemed to punish those he spoke to, a feeling of contempt and hate in every harsh word that came from those cold ancient lips.
" A... a prison, here in the castle Master? Is that what you meant all those years ago when you said this place was a special kind of chantry? " The servants words now held fear, and a great deal of it. He had seen things, monsters, ghosts, mindless beasts with only killing and death on there minds, shambling hoards of undead and things, things that simply defy any attempt at description that would simply forever haunt his dreams. " Is that why you took me from the prison you found me in, because i was a killer and knew how to live in a prison, i would make a ideal servant in this one Master? "
The master paused and looked back to his servant but did not smile or anything, just looked at him with eyes that seemed to want to devour the world. Then simply one word. " Nyet. " With that he turned and continued down the stairs, deeper and deeper till it felt to the Servant that they would come out the other side of the world.
Then around the last bend of the large spiral stair case they came to the end, a large room with three massive stone statues and a huge steel door. the statues were grotesque at best and monstrous. Large mostly humanoid looking creatures adorned with large horns, mouths full of razor sharp stone teeth and huge wings. All three blocked the door until the master simply waved his hand, then all three moved from there place.
As the massive statues came to life the servant took a few steps back as his heart raced in his chest and his eyes went wide. his instinct was to flee, to run and stay running but he knew, he knew that would just encourage the beasts to give chase. He took a moment and steeled his nerves before coming back to his position behind his master.
The master stepped forward and took two keys out and inserted them into locks that sparked with power as the metal of the keys touched them and then two of the stone guardians moved to perches as stone slid into place the sound of archaic gears grinding together was heard. a moment later the door split in two and started to slide out of the way, it was thick, at least eight feet of steel and stone layered one after another in slabs of 4 inches, each warded against things the servants mind could only guess at.
The Master moved forward as the door opened, past large steel sarcophagus's, each with its own in cove, each surrounded by markings of old forgotten magic. Each with a mark on the front of the casket, a name perhaps, or a designation. He moved past ten to the back of the room where there was one set alone by its self. The marking on it was simply that of a dragon.
" ß îòïåð ýòî. Îòêðîéòå ýòî è êîðìèòå Äðàêîíà ïðåäëîæåíèå, Âû ïðèíåñëè ìàëü÷èêó. " The master spoke to the servant but his eyes never left the steel casket in front of him though the sounds of locks popping were herd from the casket no one was close enough to touch it.
The servant was nearly shaking at this point, sweat beading on his forehead and running down his neck. He looked to his master a moment before nodding once and hesitantly stepping forward to do as his master commanded. He used a knife to pop the top of the casket up enough to get a hand hold and then lifted the top up and to one side.
The servant took a moment before turning to look inside the casket at the mummified corpse. It was chained, wrapped in chains and blindfolded. Its head tilted back revealing a mouth of teeth open as though ready to feed. The skin was dry and pulled back taunt over the skeleton but even in this state the servant hesitated.
" Òåïåðü! " Said the master like a thunder strike in the room causing the servant to flinch but then he nodded. He pulled the pouch from his inner pocket and carefully poured the blood from inside of it that he had drained from the heart of the criminal he was sent to kill into the mouth of the chained corpse he had just uncovered. " Master is this enough, should i have gotten more? "
The master raised his eye brow slightly " Nyet. "
With that the servant looked to his master confused, he had seen him drain humans dry when he was thirsty. then, the confusion was gone and the realization hit him the moment he heard the first chain snap. the blood he brought was to wake the dragon, the blood in his veins was the feed the dragon.
The servant turned to try to run but it was simply too late and the corpse was now moving. A chain wrapped around the servants leg and pulled with enough force to crush bone. The moment after the servant hit the ground, teeth pierced his neck and fingers dug into his flesh though his coat.
" MASTER PLEASE! " The servant pleaded. It though did not matter and the servant saw for the first time the slightest smile on his masters face.
" You became my servant for this reason only one year after i put the dragon to sleep. tonight, you are worth your most. Die knowing that. " the master spoke in English as well to the servant for the first time in that moment.
A moment or two of struggling and then the servant was limp and devoid of blood. The dragon was no longer a dry husk but his body was back. Large, powerful and scared from head to toe.
He looked up as the blindfold crumbled off his face and his eyes opened, one Hazel, and the other a unearthly blue looking to his sire. He stepped forward as bones popped back into place and centuries old muscles stretched for the first time in decades. He stepped forward and the took a knee in front of his sire.
" You are needed again my son. " said the master with some fondness in his voice.
The dragon looked up to his sire. " Who is my first target Sire? "
That day, the moon had hid the sun, the same when the Dragon was born. That day, the sun didn't want to see what was coming.
The cold Nights of Russia have been known to freeze even well prepared travelers during the very long winter nights, and this night was one of the worst.....
The master of the castle stood on his ramparts looking over the community below with cold nearly black eyes, a robe adorned with the arcane markings to ward against all manner of things barley visible on it. his beard was long and came to a point at mid chest which his left hand stroked absently as frost began to form on it.
A large wooden door opens behind him, the effort the servant had to exert just to move it evident in the sounds of his boots struggling to find grip on the stone floors of the castle and the grunt and slightly elevated breathing. As the servant came through the door he winced at the breeze which burned his exposed skin with searing cold but he knew such a show of weakness to his master would end up poorly for him so he gritted his teeth and moved forward and took a knee.
" Master, i have retrieved what you asked for, and killed all the witnesses. " The cold of the night started to hold his muscles fast even under the thick clothing he had on but he did not falter as his master took a long moment to speak or acknowledge him.
" Äà ÿ çíàþ ìàëü÷èêà, ÿ ìîãó ÷óâñòâîâàòü çàïàõ ýòîãî íà Âàñ. æåðòâà áûë õóæå âñåãî ïàðòèè? " The old world Russian fell from the masters lips like a blade, deep, thick and to the point.
" Yes Master, he was the worst, a rapist.. "
" Íîìåð ÿ íå çàáî÷óñü, ÷åì åãî ïðåñòóïëåíèÿ áûëè, èëè ïî÷åìó îí ñäåëàë èõ. Ïðèåäüòå ïðèøëà ïîðà, ÷òîáû ðàçáóäèòü Äðàêîíà. " The masters eyes turned to his servant and held him in the Glare for a long moment with disgust and disdain before he turned to walk inside, the heavy door opening of its own accord for the master and barely giving the servant enough time to snake though it before it closed.
the Servant took a torch and fallowed the master down a well hidden set of spiral stairs. as they went the servant realized he had never been this deep into the catacombs of the castle before, in fact he never knew they went this deep despite him being ghouled to his master for the last 24 years.
" Master, what is down here? " Said the servant with a slight quiver as his eyes darted from one arcane carving in the arched stairway to the other. The cob webs were minimal and the smell of the air was stale. There footsteps seemed to echo in front of them and behind them so it was hard to tell how far down they were going or how far down they had already gone.
" Ýòî - òþðüìà, ìåñòî, ÷òîáû äåðæàòü âåùè, ýòîò ìèð íå ãîòîâ ê, ìåñòî, ÷òîáû äåðæàòü âåùè, êîòîðûå íå äîëæíû áëóæäàòü ìèð ñ öåëüþ. " The master said in that deep voice of his that always seemed to punish those he spoke to, a feeling of contempt and hate in every harsh word that came from those cold ancient lips.
" A... a prison, here in the castle Master? Is that what you meant all those years ago when you said this place was a special kind of chantry? " The servants words now held fear, and a great deal of it. He had seen things, monsters, ghosts, mindless beasts with only killing and death on there minds, shambling hoards of undead and things, things that simply defy any attempt at description that would simply forever haunt his dreams. " Is that why you took me from the prison you found me in, because i was a killer and knew how to live in a prison, i would make a ideal servant in this one Master? "
The master paused and looked back to his servant but did not smile or anything, just looked at him with eyes that seemed to want to devour the world. Then simply one word. " Nyet. " With that he turned and continued down the stairs, deeper and deeper till it felt to the Servant that they would come out the other side of the world.
Then around the last bend of the large spiral stair case they came to the end, a large room with three massive stone statues and a huge steel door. the statues were grotesque at best and monstrous. Large mostly humanoid looking creatures adorned with large horns, mouths full of razor sharp stone teeth and huge wings. All three blocked the door until the master simply waved his hand, then all three moved from there place.
As the massive statues came to life the servant took a few steps back as his heart raced in his chest and his eyes went wide. his instinct was to flee, to run and stay running but he knew, he knew that would just encourage the beasts to give chase. He took a moment and steeled his nerves before coming back to his position behind his master.
The master stepped forward and took two keys out and inserted them into locks that sparked with power as the metal of the keys touched them and then two of the stone guardians moved to perches as stone slid into place the sound of archaic gears grinding together was heard. a moment later the door split in two and started to slide out of the way, it was thick, at least eight feet of steel and stone layered one after another in slabs of 4 inches, each warded against things the servants mind could only guess at.
The Master moved forward as the door opened, past large steel sarcophagus's, each with its own in cove, each surrounded by markings of old forgotten magic. Each with a mark on the front of the casket, a name perhaps, or a designation. He moved past ten to the back of the room where there was one set alone by its self. The marking on it was simply that of a dragon.
" ß îòïåð ýòî. Îòêðîéòå ýòî è êîðìèòå Äðàêîíà ïðåäëîæåíèå, Âû ïðèíåñëè ìàëü÷èêó. " The master spoke to the servant but his eyes never left the steel casket in front of him though the sounds of locks popping were herd from the casket no one was close enough to touch it.
The servant was nearly shaking at this point, sweat beading on his forehead and running down his neck. He looked to his master a moment before nodding once and hesitantly stepping forward to do as his master commanded. He used a knife to pop the top of the casket up enough to get a hand hold and then lifted the top up and to one side.
The servant took a moment before turning to look inside the casket at the mummified corpse. It was chained, wrapped in chains and blindfolded. Its head tilted back revealing a mouth of teeth open as though ready to feed. The skin was dry and pulled back taunt over the skeleton but even in this state the servant hesitated.
" Òåïåðü! " Said the master like a thunder strike in the room causing the servant to flinch but then he nodded. He pulled the pouch from his inner pocket and carefully poured the blood from inside of it that he had drained from the heart of the criminal he was sent to kill into the mouth of the chained corpse he had just uncovered. " Master is this enough, should i have gotten more? "
The master raised his eye brow slightly " Nyet. "
With that the servant looked to his master confused, he had seen him drain humans dry when he was thirsty. then, the confusion was gone and the realization hit him the moment he heard the first chain snap. the blood he brought was to wake the dragon, the blood in his veins was the feed the dragon.
The servant turned to try to run but it was simply too late and the corpse was now moving. A chain wrapped around the servants leg and pulled with enough force to crush bone. The moment after the servant hit the ground, teeth pierced his neck and fingers dug into his flesh though his coat.
" MASTER PLEASE! " The servant pleaded. It though did not matter and the servant saw for the first time the slightest smile on his masters face.
" You became my servant for this reason only one year after i put the dragon to sleep. tonight, you are worth your most. Die knowing that. " the master spoke in English as well to the servant for the first time in that moment.
A moment or two of struggling and then the servant was limp and devoid of blood. The dragon was no longer a dry husk but his body was back. Large, powerful and scared from head to toe.
He looked up as the blindfold crumbled off his face and his eyes opened, one Hazel, and the other a unearthly blue looking to his sire. He stepped forward as bones popped back into place and centuries old muscles stretched for the first time in decades. He stepped forward and the took a knee in front of his sire.
" You are needed again my son. " said the master with some fondness in his voice.
The dragon looked up to his sire. " Who is my first target Sire? "
That day, the moon had hid the sun, the same when the Dragon was born. That day, the sun didn't want to see what was coming.