The One True Mayhem

[Anonymous]

During the last cold, very dark night, Euronymous took it upon himself to make Greven Grishnackt's job easier when it came to searching for Villages to raid. He had left the boat and battle armor at the church but, would not for the life of him forget his sword.

Dressed in an all black outfit, Euronymous could be mistaken as a druid if the person decided to think such. Although his face was exposed, he did take the time to fix his corpsepaint. Black rings around the eyes with a touch of a bloodish red gave way to a pale white mask that covered every inch from chin to forehead and cheek to cheek.

Euronymous came to Serendipity castle strictly to conjure up a sort of treaty that would help his fellow Vikings and Serendipity "win". He and Count Grishnackt had heard word of a rogue group that did operate in a way similar to them. And they could not handle having competition that would bring gold, alcohol, and food to a more scarce state.

However, he did know how Greven Grishnackt would feel if he found out that someone other than him did the "work". But, Euronymous knew that it had to be done, for their own survival.

And how Vharzyym would pay!

Greven kept his vikings so well up to date with political happenings that Euronymous knew who to look for when it came to speaking about such issues but, did not know where to find him/her. So, he picked a seat and waited for someone to approach.

[Goldie]

The guards paced the upper battlements of the castle, heavy wooden gates closed and locked tightly for the night.  All was quite, and most would consider it an uneventful evening, but every man was tense, jumping at the coo of an owl.  Since the last attack precautions had been taken to keep the palace safe and to protect the people of the village.  They had been caught off guard, attacked by the enemy both inside and out left the country brittle, and the disappearance of the Queen herself left whatever rule there was left in complete shambles.

After a quick and stealthy discussion the once Master of Arms preceeded Dawn to the throne and changes began to take place almost immediately.

"Did ye 'ear sumtin'?" one guard asked in his husky northern drall.  His voice seemed to echo across the silence that covered the grounds, but the other guards noticed it too.  Motioning to one of the runners, they summoned a mage on duty to come in case it was something nasty, waiting in the shadows.

"Show yourself!" the head of the watch cried out, motioning to the archers to tighten their bows.  The man looked over the battlements, his face masked by the shadows of the torches that rested in their brackets across the wall, "If you come in peace, step towards the gate now."

[Anonymous]

Euronymous looked up with a smirk on his face as he walked forward to the gate.

"I do." He called out to the head of the watch. "However, I am armed with a dwarven battle axe."

With one quick motion he released the axe from it's holster at his side and showed it to the Head of the Watch.

"I merely wish to speak with your King or Queen. Nothing more, nothing less."

(eh, short and crappy..sorry ^^;;;; )

[Goldie]

dude...that was a rediculously short post!!! XDD

ic:

The head of the watch looked down at the man as he stepped out of the shadows, and motioned towards the mage to be on her guard.  With his other hand he motioned for the archers to keep their arrows up just in case something were to happen.

"What do you think?" the man asked the red haired mage out of the side of his mouth, "I can barely see him in this light.  Is he human?"

The mage squinted, not to help her see better, but in an effort to stretch her powers that far down the wall.  She had been training ever since the seige to help her untrained powers grow and had run into obsticle after obsticle, but she had improved, even if just a little.

"He seems human enough." she replied, breaking out of her trance, "He doesn't seem to have any strange liquids running through him at least."  Even if she wasn't pleased with her answer, the guard seemed reassured and turned back to the man.

"We are going to open the outer gate and let you pass.  Do not try to enter until our escorts have reached you unless you want to become a pin cushion, and hand over your weapons."  WIthout taking his eyes off of the man, he whispered to the mage, "Go with the escort team.  If he tries to pull anything, incapacitate him."

With a nod, the female mage hurried down the stairs and joined the team as the gates were opened and they stepped outside towards the man.

[Anonymous]

Euronymous laid his hand at his side, holding the axe tightly.Though he did as they had asked and stood completely still. But as they approached him, he began to look over each of them, studying the guards.

"I will be collecting this on my way out." Euronymous excleaimed before slightly looking over his shoulder where he could see a very faint blur. "So I will ask that it is kept near me at all times."

Once the guards started to lead him, a faint breeze passed by. Raising an eyebrow on Euronymous's face.

Kirastulli, what are you doing here...you will screw this up....go back home....go back home... Euronymous thought to himself as he knew who had just passed them. But the guards would never know, unless she purposefully shows herself, or trips. Either would cause her to appear, to the naked eye and all.

However, Kirastulli found an alley in which she came to a stop in and began skipping about, attempting to look as innocently as possible. She could not allow Euronymous to get in trouble. But, upon realizing where she had sped to using the gift of the Gods, she fell to the ground in pain.

Pain, shooting through her body like electricity, paralyzed her...her muscles twitching at times as well, giving the appearance of a seizure. Visions of her husband shooting in and out, showing to her the things he had done.

Euronymous, unaware of Kirastulli's condition, continued with the guards. He could not think about her in this situation.

[Anonymous]

Kirastulli could not take the pain that accompanied her visions of Darlig. Ever muscle in her body ached, every bone too weak, and every breathe making her wish it was her last.

Though in her favor, several other guards happened to walk by and notice the woman laying on the ground, twitching....shivering. But, what were they to do with her? What would they explain if they took her to see a healer? It would be so much easier to push her off as a prisoner.

The guards gently picked her up, trying to be as careful as possible but failing. With the pain greater her mind and body could not handle anymore, causing her to black out.

Quickly they began walking towards the castle, bypassing their fellow guards. Once inside they took the quickest route to the lowest floor....six feet underground.....Dark, damp, and thick with a pungent stinch of decay powerful enough to wake the dead themselves.

....Helvete....

The hell below earth...the most feared, most notorius dungeon on Earth awaited it's greatest honor....to hold and keep captive the wife of Satan....or so Darlig became to be known as.

This very place became the site of all things evil when it's first victims entered through it's archway. Such a sickening time that was. But now, this honor could not come at a better time. A time when Helvete's master is on the verge of returning. And what a sight to see...Kirastulli, doubled over in pain, just how she used to be in their relationship.

And no better way to rejuvenate a forced BDSM relationship than with your wife being placed in your very Kingdom....

Oh the fun that is coming to pass....

[Goldie]

ooc:  *raises eyebrow* yeah...the guards definitely wouldn't have taken her to the dungeon...whatever happened to innocent before proven guilty?  O_o  oh well...I guess you wanted her down there eh?

ic:

The mage made sure that she followed close to the man, but not so close that she could be caught in a potential trap.  Her fingers were itching with the power she kept close to the surface and she watched his closely and cautiously, trying to sense his movements through the blood flow in his body.

THe head of the watch was waiting inside the walls, motioning to the other guards to close the gate and bolt them and then resume watch in case something else turned up that was less obedient than this fellow.

"Prepare the meeting chamber." the head swiftly ordered one of the runners, "Our guest will meet the King there."  He glanced back at the mage and nodded subtley in an order to do what she must if anything should go wrong.  The mage swallowed her fear before nodding back.  She had killed before but that didn't make it any easier when the time came for her to do it again.

"Follow me." the head told the man and began the trek to the castle with him in front and the mage behind, keeping the man in full sight.  They passed through the darkened castle halls, footsteps echoing eerily off the stone walls.  THe head purposefully took a confusing way to reach the Meeting Chamber, one where the corridors were spelled to confuse anyone but those who were taught to see through the magic.

FInally reaching their destination, the head pushed open a thick wooden door and entered, closing it tightly behind him so it was just him, the mage and their guest.  Walking over to a square table covered in scrolls and maps he sat down in a high backed chair and pushed back his hood revealing dark brown hair neatly pulled back behind his ears with a silk tie, amber eyes watching the man critically, analyzing what and who he was seeing.

"Please, take a seat so we may begin." the King of Serendipity told the man, "Let's start with some introductions.  I am Fenway, King of Serendipity."

[Anonymous]

Euronymous's heart raced with anticipation and at times, fear. The escorts that led him conjured an uncomfortable feeling, as if they would turn on him in an instant if he did the slightest action against their rules.

But, once they entered the confines of the meeting chamber with the king, his feelings subsided and he was prepared to give his proposal.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir. I am Euronymous, a Viking from the northern most tip of the arctic. Such a beautiful kingdom you control, a shame that a rebel faction attempted to take it away." Euronymous began. "Quite a selection of maps you have, by the way. Such a collection is saught after by my fellow vikings but, that is not why I am here today. I know that your kingdom, from having observed the battle from a distance with the rest of the Sons of Northern Darkness, is vulnerable with it's current artilery. Poorly made weapons can bring down even the greatest kingdoms."

Euronymous took the chance to look over a few of the maps and noticed that the specific region of the arctic that his people resided in was undiscovered.

"What I've come to propose is a treaty of sorts..which will benefit the both of us." Euronymous started to propose. "The Sons of Northern Darkness will supply your military with Dwarven made artilery and supplies in exchange for information on that said rebelious group. And if they attack again, the Arctic people...Dwarves, Vikings, and gnomes will be at your command. Along with the added militia, we are experts in the field of survival magick and your mages could benefit from that greatly. "

[Goldie]

Fenway listened intently, not at all swayed by the flattery Euronymous seemed to be purposefully dealing.  Having been a knight before King he wasn't one to fall victim to flowery language and idle promises.  But he listened all the same, waiting patiently for him to continue and get to the part that was most important; what he wanted.

After he finished, Fenway thought it over for a moment, his brow creased lightly as the options ran through his head.  Of course the offer was tempting, Serendipity had been weakened by the Vharzyym more than he liked to admit, having lost many wonderful warriors...and then the disappearance of Dawn came down on the castle like a hurricane on a house made of sticks.  She had been a powerful leader in both her decisions and her magic.  These new weapons that were being offered would help them, yes...and the offer to have back up if they were attacked again...yes...it was very tempting....

"It is true that Vharzyym attacked, but what are your motives to want their information?  I heared that your people were aligned with them, so forgive me for not clearly understanding your perspective."

[Anonymous]

Once hearing the words of the King, Euronymous shook his head. Why was everyone putting them on the same side of Vharzyym?

"No sir, we are not aligned with Vharzyym...until now all that was known of them was that they were a group of drows." Euronymous replied. "And our intentions concerning them is to bring an end to such an atrocity. We, as a people, despise the drow as we see them as an inferior species."

Euronymous paused for a brief moment while remember a story Kirastulli had mentioned upon becoming one of them.

"A companion of mine, who usually comes with me when I travel, had a husband in this kingdom as well. Though the status of their relationship now is currently in question. All I can  tell you however is a last name....Helvete..." Euronymous added, getting off topic for a moment. "But back to the topic at hand. I assure you that on behalf of my fellow men, we are a very trustworthy people."

[Goldie]

Fenway listened as Euronymous explained the vikings position to Vharzyym, his arms resting lightly on the table while the man spoke.  It was a very tempting offer, the aid of dwarven made supplies would greatly help Serendipity in future battles...but he could not be swayed by fantastic promises....if it seemed too good to be true...well...

...It was.

At least for the most part.

But as King, Fenway couldn't dismiss the prospect of enhancing the armoury in the castle.  He was a knight before he was king, so of course better weapons pressed against him, like the savory scent of your favorite food that can't be ignored for long.  But he was king...king first and foremost...active knight no longer.

As Euronymous mentioned Helvete, the kings eyes narrowed.  That man was a traitor to the kingdom, and led him to distrust his guest even more than he already had.  So he was followed by one of the old dungeon masters relatives?  And his wife no less....he could only imagine what kind of woman would marry such a monster.  Either she was just as heartless as he, or she was forced into wedding.

"Euronymous," he began after the viking had finished, "Serendipity has just been attacked and very nearly defeated because of a kink in the magical networking throughout the palace.  We lost many good men and women, so we hold no love of Vharzyym and wish to see them disbanned as much as you, but I cannot jump into a treaty blindly.  After what happened, we must look deeper into the hearts of those that we believed to have trusted, and look doubly hard at those we know naught of."  He paused, glancing up at the ceiling as he thought it over again.

"I will not give you an answer now.  I will deliberate your offer and offer an answer in three days."

With that, Fenway stood and addressed the mage, "Chailyn, I have another meeting to attend.  Please escort our guest to the dining hall and offer him some refreshments."  It was a simple enough order, but Chai understood that the king was sending her because he still did not fully trust Euronymous and wanted her to be on hand in case he should turn against them.