As the day becomes nights, chaos begins to set in...

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Fyth
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As the day becomes nights, chaos begins to set in...

Post by Fyth » Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:53 pm

Fyth set on top of the farm, she was just outside the city of Minoc, standing in what was the outskirts of a small village of farmers and miners. She was watching the sky as it faded from a dark blue to a bright orange. She always love this time of day, it meant that the night was just beginning, and with it so would her fun begin. Sticking her nose in the air, she took a deep stiff, two hundred yards to her left were two children playing. She loved to toy with children but it was the adults that gave her the greatest pleasure, to hear them scream and yell as she cut into their flesh.

*laughs*

Jumping down from the roof, she looked around for her mount, the bird she had trained from birth. This bird was everything to her, infused with her blood it was immortal, just like herself. You could kill her true, but she would just rise the next evening. She heard the screams in the distance and with a wick looking smirk, begun to walk in that direction making her way over the hill. Because that is where she would find her bird, by now probably feeding on some poor fool.

Coming over the rise she could here the other Minions of the Night, beginning to wreck havoc themselves. She smiled at the thought, it wasn't about this worthless village, in the morning she would leave it, all the gold and jewelry, weapons and what not she didn't want them, she just wanted Chaos... sweet chaos. In the Morning she would leave, leaving behind a village of corpses. Maybe, just maybe she might leave one or two children alive. Their emotional scars would begin a new breed of Minions, they would soon seek her out, and that is when she would train them. Teach them how to form chaos.

Many thought she was nuts, but she wasn't she had a plan, a great plan. And it was simple.... She finally reached the top of the hill and looked down. Her eyes came upon the greatest site of all time, the village was on fire, corpse were everywhere, and then she smiled because this was part of her plan... the simplest of all plans.... it was called.... CHAOS!


*laughs*


*Wind blows in from the east, a piece of paper had been pin on a farm door*

Four words were written in blood on the piece of paper.... they read: Esbirros De La Noche (Roughly meaning Minions of the Night)
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