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Post by Mortema on Sept 19, 2013 6:32:12 GMT
Mortema sat on her ebony throne, it was once long ago hundreds of skeletons fused by the power of magic and blackened by the passage of time. It suited her, though she had not sat in the throne long, she belonged here. The previous king was a perverted disgrace of a long line of tyrant rulers. She herself had killed him in front of his entire castle and claimed his throne without any protest. She kept his skeleton in the dungeons, one day she hoped to be able to reanimate him over and over allowing all those who he had wronged the same pleasure she had gotten from killing him.
She stood up from her throne in all her beauty. Her blazing hair and her pale blue eyes had gotten her many men's attention over the years. She walked into the desecrated courtyard deep within her castle. The walls had once been held up by roots but they not rotted and festered, the place smelled of pitch and ash. The tunnel opened up into a plain room lit dimly by several torches, in the center were six black altars covered in chains and each inscribed with their own ruins. Five of the altars made an outer ring with a larger black altar in the middle. "The Whore Queens and Asmodeus, I again pledge my loyalty"
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Post by Mortema on Sept 19, 2013 16:44:31 GMT
Shortly after she had began her worship several servants came down the steps dragging along with them a goat kicking and screaming. She had them chain the goat to Asmodeus' altar. "Thank you my dear servants, you two are new correct?" She said placing her hands on their shoulders. "You have done my gods a great service" At this the two servants began to choke and spasm as Mortema channeled negative energy into them. She slit their throats and held them to spray out onto the alters coaxing all the blood out of them with bleed. After she laid the the corpses on two of the whore queen's altars, she insured the goat's chains were tight and began cutting many shallow cuts on the goat. Mortema left the goat to bleed out slowly as he struggled against his chains and pumped blood out through his cuts.
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Post by Mortema on Oct 10, 2013 17:51:54 GMT
Queen Mortema strode by the waters edge, each footfall caused the patch of grass to wither and die leaving a trail of desecrated footprints. She stopped at the dead behemoth, "RISE!". The giant got to his feet small bits of flesh falling off it and in a slow speech said it's last words "Master."
Mortema pondered for a moment, her spies and ravens messages gave her the sense that there were people in the realm growing weary of her fast rise in power. She did not fear for herself but for her countrymen. Sadly she had neglected them to search out her own strength, she had accomplished creating her army of undead and this created a small group of followers. Now it was time to strengthen her army of followers... before it was too late.
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