hexonxonx
2007-12-07, 07:07 PM
The last thing any of you remember about your former lives are the hordes of the Dragon Emperor's troops filling the valley of your monastery. Confused hand-to-hand fighting in the main courtyard, clusters of dead soldiers surrounding your most skilled teachers defend their home to the death. They are bearing the brunt of the attack so that their students may flee, and so far the plan is working. The six of you descend to the deepest basements of the monastery, open the trap door that will carry you to the mountains. Your mission: to stop the Dragon Emperor before his madness destroys the entire Kingdom.
Your fellow monks dead, you have nothing left to loose. Although normally opposed to violence in any form, your teachers had told you the Dragon Emperor had lost all sense of reason and needed to be put down as a raging elephant unfortunately needs to be killed to protect innocent villagers. So you snuck into his palace late on night, only to be caught by the strange magic writing on the walls. Chaos magic, the controlled use of chaos, the Dragon Emperor's most feared weapon, has laid you low. The desciples of the Dragon King, festooned in strange runes that blaspheme the ordered mind to look upon, overwhelmed even your stalwart mental defenses and paralysed you. Soon you lost consciousness.
"Awaken, my new toys," said a hissing voice. You all come awake in a standing position, totally paralyzed and kept from falling to the floor by manicals suspended from the ceiling. "Monks seeking retaliation? My my, times sure have changed."
You face a brick wall, in an area dimly lit by candles placed haphazardly on the floor. The speaker is behind you, and you cannot see him because none of you can move your heads.
"You're teachers died to save you," says the faceless voice from behind you. "The way a father dies to save his children. How touching. Not that it mattered. They didn't really save you after all, now did they?"
"I am the Dragon Emperor. You made it very far into my defenses. Oh, other attempts have been made on my life, and certain parasites occasionally try to steal my vast horde of wealth, but none of them have the brains to get past even my simplest defenses. They are meals to my monsters. But you…I have better plans for you."
You hear the rustling of garments behind you. You hear him pace back and forth in the room.
"You monks were always a thorn in my side. You took a vow of poverty, which meant I could not bribe you. You took a vow of celebacy, so I could not send my concubines to seduce you. If I captured on of you, you'd rather die than sell out any of your brothers. I can't have that kind of insolence in my own kingdom! Your monastery was chosen at random, a random act of violence to show that even you holy men are not above my law."
You hear some commotion behind you, a group of people entering from some other unseen place. "I was impressed by your brother's refusal to sell you out. I had to do some pretty extraordinary things to get them to come around to my way of seeing things. Do you want to see how I persuaded them?" He waits for your answers, obviously taking cruel pleasure in your captivity. You feel the muscles of your necks and faces relax, not enough to turn around completely but enough to speak.
Your fellow monks dead, you have nothing left to loose. Although normally opposed to violence in any form, your teachers had told you the Dragon Emperor had lost all sense of reason and needed to be put down as a raging elephant unfortunately needs to be killed to protect innocent villagers. So you snuck into his palace late on night, only to be caught by the strange magic writing on the walls. Chaos magic, the controlled use of chaos, the Dragon Emperor's most feared weapon, has laid you low. The desciples of the Dragon King, festooned in strange runes that blaspheme the ordered mind to look upon, overwhelmed even your stalwart mental defenses and paralysed you. Soon you lost consciousness.
"Awaken, my new toys," said a hissing voice. You all come awake in a standing position, totally paralyzed and kept from falling to the floor by manicals suspended from the ceiling. "Monks seeking retaliation? My my, times sure have changed."
You face a brick wall, in an area dimly lit by candles placed haphazardly on the floor. The speaker is behind you, and you cannot see him because none of you can move your heads.
"You're teachers died to save you," says the faceless voice from behind you. "The way a father dies to save his children. How touching. Not that it mattered. They didn't really save you after all, now did they?"
"I am the Dragon Emperor. You made it very far into my defenses. Oh, other attempts have been made on my life, and certain parasites occasionally try to steal my vast horde of wealth, but none of them have the brains to get past even my simplest defenses. They are meals to my monsters. But you…I have better plans for you."
You hear the rustling of garments behind you. You hear him pace back and forth in the room.
"You monks were always a thorn in my side. You took a vow of poverty, which meant I could not bribe you. You took a vow of celebacy, so I could not send my concubines to seduce you. If I captured on of you, you'd rather die than sell out any of your brothers. I can't have that kind of insolence in my own kingdom! Your monastery was chosen at random, a random act of violence to show that even you holy men are not above my law."
You hear some commotion behind you, a group of people entering from some other unseen place. "I was impressed by your brother's refusal to sell you out. I had to do some pretty extraordinary things to get them to come around to my way of seeing things. Do you want to see how I persuaded them?" He waits for your answers, obviously taking cruel pleasure in your captivity. You feel the muscles of your necks and faces relax, not enough to turn around completely but enough to speak.