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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:44 pm
Within the Dread dialect, those who disobey the will of Lord Fleur or the Decree of the Dark Knights find themselves plagued with a menagerie of dark and terrible tortures...
The place where these tortures are amassed and implied, are the dungeon deeps.
Well within the intestines of the Dread Dialect, guarded almost literally to the teeth, This place of punishment is second to none on the factor of evil.
Any and all conceivable methods of torture may be applied here... and no punishment goes unjustified.
If you fail, you will end up here.
If you disobey, you will end up here.
If you displease the lord in the slightest, the Dungeon Deeps is now your home, and the only friend you have is the pain to realize the Lord Fleur has kept you alive...
For now.
Often as a dark knight, you will be sent here not just for your own personal punishment...
Tyrannus Fleur has many, many enemies.
As a dark knight, you are a jailer and executioner just as well as a follower of the darkness, and more often than not you will be sent here to deal with the peasantry that displeases Lord Fleur.
Death and Punishment are your tools here in the case you are a punisher, instead of the punished.
Whatever your fate may be here...
Pray you get out soon enough.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:47 pm
Claire entered the dungeons, the dark halls only illuminated by the light of flames held to the walls. She gently cradled the flower in both hands as she stepped further into the darkness that was this terrible place. She was proud, though, to be here and not as a prisoner. Oh how she feared being a prisoner here. Bringing herself to the edge of the stair, she waitred for the other Knight to catch up to her before she descended downwards. After all, she'd need him to direct her to the prisoner's cell.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:54 pm
As Kraid and Claire ever approached within the Deeps of the Citadel, the ever growing sounds of Torture and Sorrow permeated the walls around them. Horrid Screams and Cries for release from their torture were enough to make any normal Knight quiver and bleat in remorse.
Thankfully, you are not a Normal Knight.
After catching up with Claire, Kraid led her To a pair Large, Double Wide Iorn Doors that lead straight down from the dimly lit hallways they just snaked through.
He knocked three times with him metal hand, and a slit in the door almost immediately appeared.
"Speak."
The voice behind the door called. (I have to go, but we'll continue tomorrow.)
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 9:01 pm
(Alright, I'll tyr to get on tomorrow ^_^ )
Claire followed the Knight to the big metal doors and watched as he knocked, and when a deep voice from the inside commanded them to speak, Claire stepped up to the plate. "I am Claire, of the Rieph clan and loyal knight to our sire, Fleur. I am here on business. I have been ordered by the Dark lord to sedate the prisoner Marduke." And as proof she showed the man behind the door the unusual, but beautiful flower. If this man refused to let her pass, she would kill him. It only took a simple shadow phase and a strike with her... friend...
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:38 pm
The figure behind the door grunted, sliding the slit in the door shut.
It would seem that whomever was behind the doors had left for a few moments... but the thought was easily perished when the convolution of clinking chains and grinding gears overpowered even the wailing spirits of the damned.
The Iron Wrought gates opened for Claire and Kraid to pass... greeting to meet them was literally a skeleton in black armor.
And if it was even possible, the sounds of dread torture grew even louder.
"Ah, I'm glad Lord Fleur sent you... that blasted Marduke has been giving the Executors trouble for hours..."
The Skeleton Turned and motioned to follow... He readied his keys, as there was yet another Iorn Gate to pass before actually being let into the Dungeon.
"You're gonna want some ear-plugs..."
He said, motioning to a little basket containing a large assortment of them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:43 pm
Claire wasn't too shocked to see a living skeleton... there was always an odd assortment of creatures around the Dark Lands... and oddly enough, it was easy to get used to. Entering the in between area, she followed the gate keeper to the next set of doors waiting for them to be opened. The screaming was sending slight shivers down her spine, though that could just be due to the high pitch. She had senssitive hearing. So, it was very easy to tell how grateful she was to see a small basket of assorted ear plugs. "Oh, thanks." She gave an appreciative nod to the guard.Being a bit girly for that second, she chose a size small in the color purple... then handed the basket to Kraid.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:54 pm
Kraid simply set the basket down back in it's place.
"That won't be necessary... I'm a regular here."
"Indeed you are..." The skeleton said rather gruff and bluntly.
Kraid simply rolled his eyes.
A single click and turn set off a menagerie of the very same clicks and clinks and gear grinds as before... and in moments, the door was completely open to the Dungeon Deeps.
Like a rush of hot, disgusting air, the room was suddenly overpowered by the sounds of the tortured...
There were cells after cells after cells of bloody, horrid rooms...
There were truly tortures to spare hear... all horrors imaginable, from simple water boarding to skin peeling and reattachment were the goings on in the prison... and most of the executors, and the few dark knights who were here seemed to enjoy dishing it out every bit.
"Impressive, no?"
The Skeleton said loud enough for Claire to hear through the torture, a feat interesting enough in itself.
The Skull Clad in Metal Chuckled.
"The one you're looking for is way deep into the Dungeon... He's a B-Rank Prisoner sentenced for death in a few days... no doubt the Executors haven't broken him enough... he has enough hope left to think he has a chance escaping!"
The Skeleton Chuckled darkly as he led the two down the fire lit halls, soon to be into the C rank section of the Dungeon Deeps.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 5:02 pm
Calire winced slightly as the doors opened, the sounds more than overpowering. With gentle ease she pushed the earplugs in further and sighed with what little relief it could provide. Looking around, she wasn't exactly sure she liked what she saw. It was true, all Dark Knights were executioners and torturers at some points, and to not do either would be an untter failure... but... if she were completely comfortable here like some seemed, what would there be to fear? Then again, there was the big difference in the one being tortured and the one torturing. "Yes, I suppose it is impressive. There's more than enough supllies... and I'm almsot shocked at how creative... some of these things are..." She raised an eyebrow at an odd contrption as she walked past. Hearing the final directions from the skeleton man, she followed behind Kraid, as he seemed to know where he was going. "So, you come here often because you're a main executioner and torturer... or you just like to watch...?" Might as well get to know her comerades, right?
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 5:20 pm
"A bit of both, my Lady... it is a pleasure of mine to have the honor of an Executor here, however temporary... I am ever grateful to have this honor by the word of Lord Fleur."
"Bah! Honor has nothing to do with it... Kraid is one of the worlds worst Sadist's... if he ever stepped foot out of the Dark Lands, he would be imprisoned and put into machines very similar to the ones here."
Kraid scowled at the skeleton, who in turned cackled maniacally.
"We're closer... just passed this section..."
The Skull opened the door into the C- Wing, holding quite a fortified fit of locks and mechanisms, but nothing as grand as the first door.
Much to anyone's surprise, the sounds of agony were just as loud as the first section, if not louder.
They walked quite a bit... they were getting deeper and deeper into the citadel... another key, another set of locks to the door of the B- section.
The strangest thing as the door closed behind him... it was quieter here in the B-section than the other two wings...
Sure, there was still agony in the air... but it was, much less...
The sound of fighting and crashing swords could be heard ahead.
"There you go... Marduke lie in the very last cell... luck be with you."
...and like that, he was gone.
Now it was only Kraid and Claire, the suffering, and the strangely dim lit room.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:43 pm
Claire couldn't help but laugh at the skeleton's interjection, (though she mentally noted that if she ever ended up here, and she prayed she wouldn't, that Kraid wasn't her company), but she was somewhat awed at how he was honored to be an executioner. "Tell me... I have not been here long... why is it such an honor? I would think it'd be more honorable to be on the battle field. Is that not what most people say?" She was a very curious child, and despite her... wickedness, she still had quite a bit of innocense to her. Surely that would be corrupted eventually? When they entered the B wing, she was... almost nervous with how quiet it had gotten in comparison to the others, like... something dark and evil was waiting to ensnare them... She held the flower tighter to her, as if a charm, or symbol of protection. "So... what's the history of Marduke; what's his power and why's here here... and... what's our plan of action for... controlling him...?" Her voice was quieter, as if she were afraid someone might hear that wasn't supposed to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:09 pm
"Ah, you see... I am here because I am of little use in battle... I am, and always will be a torturer... I am honored because Lord Fleur has not cast me away... instead, he made me a device for his punishment, and as such, I am forever grateful."
Whatever his story was, it was clear upon Kraid's face the determination to his lord.
As the skeleton left them to this hall... of strange sorrow, to put it best...even the knight quieted his voice...
"I know very little about Marduke... normally I don't venture passed the C-Wing... but I've heard rumors..."
This place seemed poorly lit... most everything cast into a deep darkness...
Whatever lied in this wretched place... it deserved to be here...
"I can only imagine the wings afterward..."
Kraid said in practically a whisper.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:30 pm
Claire listened with interest. 'Yes, Lord Fleur is quite resourceful. I was surprised when he allowed me into the ranks, as I am still a child to most who look upon me." It was true... the girl was only thirteen. The vast majority would believe her still to young to see battle or anything of dark nature. "I still have yet to see a real battle... but, despite my lack of experience, I am sure I will be of use." She gave the knight beside her a warm smile, almost fitting for a youngling, but there was no childish manner behind it.
She was not sure what to think of this very mysterious man in the dungeons, only that he must be very powerful. "So, what plan of action would you see as best for one we know little to nothing about?" If she was alone, she would sneak in from the shadows, used her weapon to stun or secure the prisoner, and then stab him with the sedating flower, but... what if something like that would not work?
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 2:36 pm
"Ah... Marduke is still chained down... but his power apparently allows him to harass the executors... from what I hear, he can control plant-life like Lord Fleur, to a lesser extent... Considering the Dread Dialect is brimming with plant life, it's a wonder he hasn't broken free yet... not like he would get very far..."
Kraid began moving forward at an easy pace... his metal clad boots causing an echo that attracted some eyes... very unfriendly eyes.... eyes that were not locked up, hidden in the shadows.
"Stay calm... those creatures are as torturers here... as longs as you do not look at them directly, they will do no harm..."
...and indeed, Kraid kept his gaze directly straight, never daring to look to his sides.
The clanging of swords and metal began growing louder...
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 3:52 pm
'Oh, I see." She thought about what it'd be like to have two plant controllers next to eachother. "I'm glad he's weaker than Sire..." Her tone was calm, a mere whisper. She didn't like the thought of anyone possibly being better. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw eyes. Oh dear... Taking in a deep breath, she kept her own focused on Kraid's back. "Them being in the shadows is very inconvienient for me..." Then pausing for a second, she paced up a bit faster to tap his shoulder. "What kind of creatures are they?"
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