Re: Old Friends
Morguen Black-Ash stood in front of her black scrying orb in one of the rooms that she shared with her Fury sisters, in the topmost part of The Black Tower, the headquarters of all seven Furies themselves. With a look of murderous intent in her red eyes, she watched the proceedings from far away in the inn that Annabella, her prime target, had set up as a base for her operations. The cleverness of such a feat was noted, but mostly ignored by Morguen herself. She had a job to do, and that required knowing her enemy and knowing it well before she acted. As the events played through the orb, the Death Fury watched as the woman known as Annabella Leroux, made her payments to the innkeeper down in the common room of the tavern itself. As the gold coins left her hands, Morguen smiled. It was not a smile of humor, but one of cold satisfaction and cruelty. The woman would get what was coming to her and soon. Morguen never missed her mark.
The Fury made a mental note of where all the guards' rooms were, paying particular note to the ones stationed nearest to the target's own room. She studied their weapons and armor from the orb, taking careful stock of their strengths and weaknesses. Morguen would make more than one stop here, eliminating the first three guards before exiting. She would start with those located furthest from Annabella's room.
As for the woman herself, Morguen knew that she was masquerading as one of the Mordecai, but she was not one of them, but something worse. A psychic vampire, one who drained the life force from others and the strength of their powers too. What effect this would have on a Fury, Morguen was not entirely certain, however it would be foolish to think of herself being completely immune to such. No, she decided. It may affect her somewhat but not to the extent that it had on others. Furies were a special case after all. Regardless, she had to make her moves carefully before confronting the target herself. Her guards would be the first to die. She would make absolutely certain of that.
After some more staring into the orb and observing its faraway happenings in the mortal realm, Morguen waved a hand over it, ceasing the orb's magic, rendering it a smooth black surface once again. It was time for Stage 1. So with that, she got ready to make her first move in a series of moves.
Appearing upstairs in one of the locked rooms of the guards, the first one of a young blonde male, possibly a new recruit to woman's services. Morguen quickly, but carefully advanced upon the sleeping guard. She breathed fiery fumes and smoke into his nostrils and open mouth, as the flames quickly went into the man's lungs, burning him from the inside out. He was soon screaming in intense agony as he was devoured by the raging fire. However, during this time, Morguen had already moved to go to the next two guards' rooms, repeating the same process on them. She did not linger to watch, only for a very brief moment.
As the doors to the rooms containing the ashes of the now dead guards were kicked open, Morguen had already departed in a cloud of smoke, the only evidence of her being there was of quickly fading clouds of gray and black smoke left in her wake.
