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| At Dawn's Castle By LLBane |
| In the Castle of Dawning Glory, home to the council seat of the Lycan Empire, arguements cut like swords in the air. The Clan leaders argued with each other and with Lycan nobles who were granted lands to run. The Gray Alliance brought forth even the Jackal and Cheetah clans to the council meeting. The two were bitter enemies and much was done to keep them at opposite ends of the great stone table. The Jackal Clan Leader demanded land to the south for his clan to persuade them to help in the coming battle. The Cheetah Clan Leader smiled showing only the faintest hint of fang. This was good. The leader of the council was a old warrior named Skarr. She was a crafty and strong Jaguar. She had fought constantly in the outlands for the empire and now was the higest ranking member of the royal guard who was to oversee this meeting. She hated politics with a passion and she hungered to be running free in her steamy jungle home in her Jaguar hunting form. She rubbed her head as the arguments continued and her temples throbbed. She swore if they continued this for much longer she would cut all their tongues out. All became silent and Skarr looked up from her hands to see all of the council staring gap jawed at something behind her. Turning she nearly fell over at the sight before her. Zoushan held his hand up and grinned a evil grin at the assembly. He floated in air several feet off the ground and his black and silver robes rustled as he moved his hand. He had cast a silent spell on the assembly hall. Skarr was gratefull but wondered what he wanted. With a wave of his hand a great rush of wind blew past them all and sound was heard once again. Skarr didn't like what she heard. "So, nobles and outcasts gather in the grand castle of Emperor Howler Bane. It does my heart good to see how you put the empires needs before your own." His sarcastic remark was a slap in the face to the nobles whos faces turned red. "This is not the time or the place Zoushan. You're not in charge here, I am." Skarr growled. The scar that ran down the side if her face turned a slight reddish color. The scar was from a silveron sword cut. That was when Bane saved her from death at the hands of some misguided humans who paid the price of making it a sport of attacking and killing lycan children. "So, the kitten has fangs. Would you test them against me my dear?" Zoushan smirked. Skarr growled loudly and pulled her sword. As she did, Arundel, the servant of Zoushan bashed her to the table and smashed her chest with his heavy boots. He stood on the table with one massive boot slowly crushing Skarr. She tried to fight back but Zoushan had done something so she couldn't move. She struggled so hard to raise her sword that she almost broke her own arm. Zoushan began laughing loudly. "As you see, strength is what we need my friends. This is the problem we have had for too long. This lack of strength. I see that some of you agree with me. It is time for us to take what is ours. Who cares if the humans and elves are slaughtered. We will fight the enemy on our own time and when they come for us, we will be ready. Arundel finish her." Arundel, smiling showing the razor sharp teeth in his mouth, drooled as he began stomping Skarr on the chest. She could feel her armor starting to crack under the pounding. The sound was so quick that none knew someone else was there until the attack. Arundel was kicked square in the chest. His flight past Zoushan startled him and the sound as he hit the wall was like a boulder being thrown against a hollow log. A sickening crack echoed in the hall. With his sword drawn and his eyes blazing Bane had come home. Bane offered Skarr his hand. She took it and stood up. She smiled at him in the way that old soldiers smile at comrades in arms after many battles. The smell of ozone and then the crackling of energy blasted Bane across the table. Zoushan stood seething with anger. His hands glowing a reddish color and his eyes were pure white. Banes eyes shone reddish in the light as he looked up. His skin had been burned and blistered by the attack and his armor had a build up of carbon on it all over it from taking many magical hits. Zoushan began another spell and Bane flew into action. Kicking a serving tray up into the air Bane grabbed it and threw the spinning disc as hard as he could. The tray disc smashed into the forehead of Zoushan as his spell finished. He fell backwards and his spell blasted the wall beside Bane. Bane was quickly on the steps of where Zoushan had been but both he and Arundel were gone. Bane smelled the acrid stench of sulphor. He knew Zoushan had used a gate potion. The assembled leaders murmered and looked from one to another. Skarr banged on the table with her sword. "You wanted to see strength, well now you have."Skarr said as she raised her goblet. All looked upon Bane and those who had known im saw the changes to him. The more savage or beastial look. It made him appear more menacing if that was possible. They all raised their goblets and shouted in agreement at Skarrs toast. Bane smiled at them and walked into the small waiting chamber beside the hall. He collapsed onto a chair. No one had seen the blood running down his leg or heard his ribs break from Zoushans spell. The constant fighting for his life over the last few weeks and not having enough of a time to heal was begining to wear him down. Bane tasted blood on his lips as a older injury caused him to bleed some more. Another attack like the one Zoushan had done would probably have finished him in his weakened state. He needed to make some changes to his burnt up armor and limped down the hallway towards his vault. He knew just the thing to use that would protect him from most magical attacks. He stopped and leaned on the wall as he entered the vault and passed out from the lack of blood and food. He fell head first into a row of armor on dummies. By LLBane |
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