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Post by The Red King on Mar 17, 2007 16:36:41 GMT -5
Inside the extravagant and elegantly crafted walls of the Imperial Palace of Crown City, the dark red skinned Imperial, known to only a few as Angmo II, held his hands out at arms length. Extended completely; out at his sides. He gazed upon his own reflection in the full body mirror before him. A look of apathy, yet deriving from a sinister nature, overwhelmed his crimson eyes. He stared back upon himself as two servants approached from his left and right; carefully draping a black leather vest over his arms and across chest.
“Kill him.” He said calmly to his Imperial Secretary, who stood quietly to himself; a data sheet in his hands.
“Well… actually, we already have.” The secretary chimed back. Nervously searching his robes for something that wasn’t there. Only to keep up the appearance he wasn’t trying to infringe on his emperor’s intelligence.
“Heh… my will be done.” Angmo replied, the two servants returning to him once again as they placed two golden pauldrons atop his shoulders.
“It’s his followers, my Lord, they talk among the streets still. Of the Sakaarson and the Worldbreaker.”
“Kill them too. What kind of Emperor would I be to allow such disobedience and separatist talk in my kingdom. My father fought his entire life putting peasants like that in their proper place.” Angmo spoke, straightening his clothes, before walking out of the dressing room, his secretary following in pursuit. Almost instantly, he was joined by his personal bodyguard, Caiera; First Lieutenant of the Imperial Guard. She walked behind him silently in her own graceful, yet warrior-like, battle armor.
“Besides, I’d rather have them die rumbling on about old prophecies of dead men than ranting on about this Fillian war. What these people really need is a more healthier distraction.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The secretary cowardly replied once more behind the Emperor. Caiera still remained silent.
“They need something less costly to one’s own personal life.” The Emperor kept walking down the elongated hallway, before emerging out the end; into broad daylight. He was welcomed by the roaring crowd of cheering citizens and oligarchs. Yelling. Chanting. Their excitement ran through he wide circular area. A stadium. A ring. The Great Arena. Hundreds upon hundreds of Imperials watched as the announcer narrated the entrance of their Emperor, the Red King.
“Well... less costly to a certain few.”
Below, guards escorted out the new combatants, fresh gladiators, into the arena as the Red King gracefully walked down his private stairway into his personal booth. His entourage, who had arrived earlier, instantly stood up in his presence; dismissing them at ease once Angmo took his seat. Next to him sat the governor of Wukar, Denebo Aruc III, who eagerly began to speak to his Emperor.
“My Emperor, I believe this particular first match will certainly entertain you.” Denebo spoke. Before them, a large crane lowered a sizable metallic cube into the center of the area. It shook violently. Fiercely. An untold rage seemed to be bound inside of it. Shaking. Pounding. “I seized this one from the Great Portal myself. A truly new and outstanding specimen if I do say so myself.”
“Anything sized by a nobleman lapdog can’t be that outstanding at all. I hope that it isn’t too late for Primus Vand to refund this slave already. Considering what it will be dieing to today.” The governor remained silent at the Red King’s harsh words; a moment of silence just before the metal cage in front of them touched the arena floor. Yelling, screaming, and cursing could be heard from inside the cage. Too inaudible to be heard from where the Emperor sat. Whatever was locked inside of it wasn’t too pleased to be so; and would soon express its feelings on that matter.
Its surface shattered swiftly, a green fist plunging out through the hole. The hand itself was nearly three times the size of any Imperial’s head. Metal screeched and whined as the hand parted and ripped the surrounding impenetrable layer like tissue paper. Spreading the opening wider with ease; making room for the rest of the arm and body that came along with it. It shouted from the dark insides of its containment cell, before pulling itself into the sunlight. And what it was could only boggle the mind. Something no Imperial had seen before. A giant, massive, green, hulk of rage, bursting forth from its confinement; only to be confused on its imminent whereabouts.
“Boring Governor. Boring.” The Red King commented. “Any Death’s Head in the guard could rip through an old cage. I thought you had something new.”
“Patience, your eminence.” The Governor spoke. The entire booth’s attention became fixated on the events that were about to occur before them.
“Kill him.” He said calmly to his Imperial Secretary, who stood quietly to himself; a data sheet in his hands.
“Well… actually, we already have.” The secretary chimed back. Nervously searching his robes for something that wasn’t there. Only to keep up the appearance he wasn’t trying to infringe on his emperor’s intelligence.
“Heh… my will be done.” Angmo replied, the two servants returning to him once again as they placed two golden pauldrons atop his shoulders.
“It’s his followers, my Lord, they talk among the streets still. Of the Sakaarson and the Worldbreaker.”
“Kill them too. What kind of Emperor would I be to allow such disobedience and separatist talk in my kingdom. My father fought his entire life putting peasants like that in their proper place.” Angmo spoke, straightening his clothes, before walking out of the dressing room, his secretary following in pursuit. Almost instantly, he was joined by his personal bodyguard, Caiera; First Lieutenant of the Imperial Guard. She walked behind him silently in her own graceful, yet warrior-like, battle armor.
“Besides, I’d rather have them die rumbling on about old prophecies of dead men than ranting on about this Fillian war. What these people really need is a more healthier distraction.”
“Yes, my Lord.” The secretary cowardly replied once more behind the Emperor. Caiera still remained silent.
“They need something less costly to one’s own personal life.” The Emperor kept walking down the elongated hallway, before emerging out the end; into broad daylight. He was welcomed by the roaring crowd of cheering citizens and oligarchs. Yelling. Chanting. Their excitement ran through he wide circular area. A stadium. A ring. The Great Arena. Hundreds upon hundreds of Imperials watched as the announcer narrated the entrance of their Emperor, the Red King.
“Well... less costly to a certain few.”
Below, guards escorted out the new combatants, fresh gladiators, into the arena as the Red King gracefully walked down his private stairway into his personal booth. His entourage, who had arrived earlier, instantly stood up in his presence; dismissing them at ease once Angmo took his seat. Next to him sat the governor of Wukar, Denebo Aruc III, who eagerly began to speak to his Emperor.
“My Emperor, I believe this particular first match will certainly entertain you.” Denebo spoke. Before them, a large crane lowered a sizable metallic cube into the center of the area. It shook violently. Fiercely. An untold rage seemed to be bound inside of it. Shaking. Pounding. “I seized this one from the Great Portal myself. A truly new and outstanding specimen if I do say so myself.”
“Anything sized by a nobleman lapdog can’t be that outstanding at all. I hope that it isn’t too late for Primus Vand to refund this slave already. Considering what it will be dieing to today.” The governor remained silent at the Red King’s harsh words; a moment of silence just before the metal cage in front of them touched the arena floor. Yelling, screaming, and cursing could be heard from inside the cage. Too inaudible to be heard from where the Emperor sat. Whatever was locked inside of it wasn’t too pleased to be so; and would soon express its feelings on that matter.
Its surface shattered swiftly, a green fist plunging out through the hole. The hand itself was nearly three times the size of any Imperial’s head. Metal screeched and whined as the hand parted and ripped the surrounding impenetrable layer like tissue paper. Spreading the opening wider with ease; making room for the rest of the arm and body that came along with it. It shouted from the dark insides of its containment cell, before pulling itself into the sunlight. And what it was could only boggle the mind. Something no Imperial had seen before. A giant, massive, green, hulk of rage, bursting forth from its confinement; only to be confused on its imminent whereabouts.
“Boring Governor. Boring.” The Red King commented. “Any Death’s Head in the guard could rip through an old cage. I thought you had something new.”
“Patience, your eminence.” The Governor spoke. The entire booth’s attention became fixated on the events that were about to occur before them.
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