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by Derotzka on Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:21 pm
The Rise of Anger
(Disciple)
The Disciple raised his head, the ram skull he wore as a helmet casting a foreboding shadow upon the sodden lifeless earth that most of the southern slums sported. He glanced over his assembled generals and warlords. Snorting, he turned to face the great north-south divide. It was easily identifiable, as the huge ridge of mountains defined it, with Deathpeak rising out of them like a behemoth amongst ants. They were visible even from the most northern point, to the deepest south point. He turned back to his generals, the bleak sunlight glinting off his waraxe’s sharp teeth.
“Today!” He bellowed in a disturbing and harsh baritone voice. “We march! Tomorrow, we conquer! Then, when all the preparations are made! WE DECIMATE THE WINGED LIZARDS!” The words had barley left his scarred lips when the generals roared out in agreement. Spurring all the forces assembled into action, joining in with the mighty war cry.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGEE!”
General Loamhorn walked over to Warlord Krath.
“We have most of the slums in our control, and soon the northlands too, I can feel it in my bones!” He said cheerily over to him. Krath glanced over his shoulder from where he was sharpening his blade on a whetstone.
“Aye, not even those winged lizards can stop us now.” He called back. Most of the members of the Disciples army called the Blue Dragons, winged lizards. The bulk of Slavemaster Makz trudged over, kicking up small dust clouds as he did. Loamhorn nodded at him. The Slavemaster had a wicked grin plastered over his face.
“We has a whole bunch’a new slaves in from tha’ last village.” He explained in his odd dialect. Loamhorn allowed himself an evil chuckle.
The Disciple strode over to them. Snorting his sheathed his mighty waraxe.
“You and you.” He growled, pointing to Loamhorn and Krath, “Follow me.” The soldiers did as they were bidden, for fear of incurring his wrath. The Disciple pulled one of his hand axes out and pointed at a town in the distance with it.
“See that?” He asked them angrily.
“Yes my lord, ‘tis a town.” Replied Krath.
“Well then, eagle-eyes,” The Disciple yelled back angrily. “I don’t want to be able to see it by dawn tomorrow.” Krath gulped when he had finished. The Disciple walked off to berate some slacking soldiers. Loamhorn slapped his comrade on the back.
“Don’t worry Krath. Doesn’t look like it’ll be too much trouble. Mostly ramshackle huts and cardboard buildings, she’ll fall down in a jiffy.” He said. Krath remained pensive for a few seconds.
“Bah, whatever.” He said finally. Loamhorn turned to a section of his troops, issuing out commands to mobilise. Krath followed suit. Soon a strike force was walking down to conquer the last free town in the deep southern area.
(Dhzark)
A meeting had been called to all the Dragons currently at Dragon Headquarters. The site was massive. Consisting of seven major buildings, two of which were barracks. The middle building was the Grand Hall, large enough to fit two thousand people inside. The smaller building to the side of that was the armoury, consisting of all spare and siege weaponry available to the Dragons. On the north side of that is the smallest of the buildings, the council chambers, including the mystic archive and “the cube”. To the left of the Grand Hall is the training hall and grounds. The final building is detached from the rest and is the great court; this is the domain of the Black Dragons, bringing criminals down in their ruthlessly efficient court and jurisdiction systems.
Every Dragon not on active duty was called to the Grand Hall for an urgent report from Sade and the Grey Dragons.
On a stage in the centre of the hall were 12 chairs. Only 11 Grey Dragons were present though, with Sade taking the empty chair. Sade was sitting in the middle, with Marumokumba to his left and Ermuul to his right. Súno was talking to the gathered crowd. Ermuul leant over and in a whisper loud enough to be heard by Sade and Marumokumba he said,
“So are you going to tell them about the troubles in the south?”
“I have no choice. I have to tell them. I can’t brush it under the mat in a vain attempt to hide it, it would only come back to haunt us later.” He said resignedly. Marumokumba grinned and leant over to them.
“That’s the spirit, chin up, chest out, wot wot!” He said in his jovial accent, imitating the way Suhmon spoke.
“I heard that you blaggard!” Suhmon called over.
“Some people just have no sense of humour.” Muttered Marumokumba. Súno had finished her announcement and had sat down. A large Black Dragon named Gor came up to the stand. He was a monster to be sure, had to be bordering the seven-foot marker. He made his announcement, it was short and to the point. After that he walked off.
Dhzark had been standing behind his master, Ermuul, for the duration of the meeting. Gor walked past him on his way off of the stage.
“Hey Gor, you going to the west barracks after this?” Dhzark called over to him. Gor looked over his shoulder and nodded at him.
“That I am. Would I be correct in guessing you will be there too then?” He called back in a gruff voice. Dhzark nodded. Gor raised his hand as a farewell and walked off stage.
“If you are quite done gossiping now Dhzark.” Came a stern voice from in front of him.
“I am sorry master.” Dhzark mumbled. Sade was standing at the front of the stage now; he drew in a deep breath and began his announcement.
“It has come to our attention that there is an uprising in the southern slums, we aren’t too sure on the details, but this is not something to be taken lightly. If our reports are correct, then there is a massive army, including remnants of the Lords of Decay’s army. They appear to be lead by a savage killer who is only known as ‘The Disciple of Rage’. The army currently occupies at least half of the southern slums and will no doubt begin their move north. We must be ready if the worst comes to the worst. First of all, we must begin a party to travel down and see what’s going on down there. Once they have returned we will plan from there on.”
Whispered conversations and wild rumours began flying around the hall like angry wasps, knocked from their nest. Sade decided to let them speculate. Walking over to Súno, he asked her opinion.
“You’re head of subterfuge and spying, what would be the best way of going about this?” Súno sat for a while, thinking. Then made her reply.
“I’ll get some of my most trusted scouts and send them down, they shouldn’t take long to get there, get the information and get back.” She said. Sade nodded in agreement.
“Do that. I’ll hold a meeting in private with the rest of the council later to discuss emergency defence tactics.” The council and Sade dispersed to go about other daily tasks, as did the rest of the Grand Hall.
Dhzark was waiting for Gor in the west barracks canteen, a tankard of water in one hand. Taking small sips he sat, digesting what Sade had told them all. He saw a few Yellow Dragons talking with Súno. Pretending not to care, he listened in intently.
“Right then, Ono, Gurth and Zhua. You three are in charge. Your mission is simple, get down to the southlands and gather information. You leave at dawn tomorrow. Also, Dhzark, please stop eavesdropping.” She said. Dhzark was startled and spilt some of his water.
“Eavesdropping? Me? I wasn’t!” Protested Dhzark in what he hoped was an honest tone.
“Give over. Even through your visor it’s easy to tell when you are lying.” She chuckled, making for the door. As she did, Gor came in the other way, taking a seat next to Dhzark.
“What’s with you? Why have you gone bright red? Are you attempting to match the colour of your armour, because you need to be a slightly richer shade.” Gor struggled to keep a straight face as Dhzark stammered and stuttered a comeback at him.
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