Those words of hers hit its end. He wouldn't allow her to move just yet, just as she turned his teal eyes would fix to her position. His hands couldn't hold anymore, they had to feel that flesh of her scrawny neck in their thick and large wrap. His left hand would be quick about it, lifting with a raise that would mimic grace from one as a dancer to firmly attempt to lock his palm against her throat. He didn't want to kill her mind you, but save the effort. The motions would be swift with liquid motion across his shoulder and elbow to lift forward and up, and his spine turning ever so slightly to give that reach a further momentum with the dire need to have her sway in the dangle of his massive arm.
" [color=darkred:35k3oc4v]Pity that it's not my place to kill one as yourself, but, this city will do.[/color:35k3oc4v] " His right hand still at his side wrapped around with a hollow hold to nothing. They shaped as if gripping a handle that soon began to outline from its slumber. The Sword of Oblivion by all means was a unique blade all on its own. Massive in size, and chaotic shifts of metal that seemed to give off the distorted movement of breathing. It would outline from its plane, marking its empty space with cracks of ember heated lines and curves much like a painter giving live to his latest work of art. It was unworldly, a means of weapon beyond time and intelligent magical items, this was an Artifact.
The coloration was grainy with pitted rust and a central eye still hidden behind the adamantine lids in slumber. The power surged through his arm as the tip lowered to reveal its very weight to impact the ground below him and to the side of the Priestess. Spewing molten earth that cracked in veins under that razor edge that cooled the higher to the handle it got. His grip was firm, and lusting that flow of murderous hunger that seemed overwhelming when the sword was offensive. And as him, it did hunger.
They came from all corners dressed as commoners, robed, and peasant clothing, unsheathing their weapons as the few commanding officers whistled out to the vast of cave to let off their relief sign. The horde spread like a nest of roaches from the cracks in the cave ceilings, and the Worg riders hastened to their tactical position at the eastern gates. Arcanists, Vampires, Orcs and Aerial Riders trampled from their hiding places by whatever means they could. It was mass chaos to the city of course, and their ill prepared simple guards and academy mages would see themselves die in short.
This sword, and the brand that pulsed along his upper right chest was proof of his position. He was beyond nobility, a means of psychopathic faith and warmongering worship. The sword, his mark, so that his enemies and his people would know him from afar, he was the Slaughter King. Ruthless with his tactics, he spared none that stepped in his way, men, women, elder, or child, even babies were smothered of their short lived lives.
" [color=darkred:35k3oc4v]Izis, Scry the south entrance, I don't want any messengers getting away, Have Neowolf deal with them.[/color:35k3oc4v] " Speaking as if an insainly driven man, he spoke into his right side at the distance of nothing but commoners running in all directions.
No words needed, only that tingle that Izis, his Advisor and a master Illithid, was doing so before even being asked, and as for Neowolf, he was something that you couldn't miss no matter how hard you tried. The ground would quake at his steps, that demonic glow of blue outline from that full adamantine armor, he was a soul driven golem with sentient but submissive thought. Tales of once being a well legendary Paladin from the surface, Xion's mother defeated him and bound his very soul to his holy armor as a symbol of one last mock. Nothing more than a toy, his brilliant white armor laced in gold shimmered even through the blood stained pits of rust that aged over the many years.
As for the other two, the damned Twins, it was best to give them simple orders as to not have their already rotten brains spoil further. Vampires or not, they proved valuable by their own means, and it was best to think they used their skills to the wisest instead of teasing at their prey.
~~Pictures of Xion's NPCs~~
Izis:
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Neowolf:
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Twins (Usay and Lillith):
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