Post by Imryrr Armunn on Jun 2, 2007 3:11:43 GMT -5
The quiet calm of Keep Armunn belied the rage within Imryrr as she sat there, at the desk that was once her father's many years before. A long, slender finger rested against her lips, and her eyes closed in thought.
There was only one thing left to do to begin what she had sought a reason to do. That reason was layed at her feet in a pretty package by Sanctus. Only a few hours before, the Dark Order had been attacked for the second time that evening in Sanctus. The first attack and the events surrounding it were unclear to her, as the soldiers who reported the "ambush" were both highly intoxicated. But the second.....the second time had come when she traveled directly to Santus to demand answers as to what had occurred. She'd gotten her answer. The weapons that struck her made the answer clear. Instead of political protocol, Sanctus wanted war.
A slow smile played upon her lips at the thought how much the Dark Order and Sanctus were alike. She'd wanted something solid, and they gave it in a soldier's way. She had to respect that. And she did.
Their enemy had fought well...better than she'd thought them capable. Imryrr's smile widened. A worthy foe indeed they would be.
Soon she would do what her father failed to do. The Dark Order would take and hold Sanctus. And then, when all those that opposed them lay dead, and the living wept for mercy, she would show them none.
No mercy.
No compassion.
.
There was only one thing left to do to begin what she had sought a reason to do. That reason was layed at her feet in a pretty package by Sanctus. Only a few hours before, the Dark Order had been attacked for the second time that evening in Sanctus. The first attack and the events surrounding it were unclear to her, as the soldiers who reported the "ambush" were both highly intoxicated. But the second.....the second time had come when she traveled directly to Santus to demand answers as to what had occurred. She'd gotten her answer. The weapons that struck her made the answer clear. Instead of political protocol, Sanctus wanted war.
A slow smile played upon her lips at the thought how much the Dark Order and Sanctus were alike. She'd wanted something solid, and they gave it in a soldier's way. She had to respect that. And she did.
Their enemy had fought well...better than she'd thought them capable. Imryrr's smile widened. A worthy foe indeed they would be.
Soon she would do what her father failed to do. The Dark Order would take and hold Sanctus. And then, when all those that opposed them lay dead, and the living wept for mercy, she would show them none.
No mercy.
No compassion.
.
