Tun Wala, Arda 2
Maaaaantooooroooook, waaaaaaakeeeeee uuuuuuuuup....
The Chistori's eyes flickered into being, he had been sleeping but not in the conventional ways of perhaps you and I. No, the beast had lost control of his being, his lights were turned off and his body danced to the tune of another. They told him it was the Dark Lord, that he was a chosen vessel but that was all just lies and manipulation to add another brute to the ranks.
What controlled Mantorok was a small parasite that had been slowly penetrating the entirety of the Saurian's mind over the course of years.
The worm was almost finished, soon there would only be control.
Aaaaareeee yoooouuuuu scaaaaaaareeeeed, Maaaaaaantooooroooook?
Where was he? The fearsome reptile found himself standing within a warehouse, blood staining his considerable claws and teeth. Evidently Mantorok had held a party. A violent party.
“NEVER.”
But why was he here? Was this important One Sith business? Was this warehouse full of valuable minerals, or weaponry? The savaged corpses that surrounded him didn't speak of importance. Just casual work clothes, no guards but rather standard warehouse workers. He trundled over to a crate, it was from...well...actually the sender's name was crossed out. Intrigue sparked. What was in it?
The curiosity was too much, there must have been purpose for the One Sith, for his Dark Lord. Claws tore into the crate and out he pulled a....
...Salena Halcyahn action figure?
This both confused and infuriated the beast. The worm had brought him here in the name of chaos. He could hear laughter reverberate throughout his thick skull which caused the beast to toss the entire crate off to the side and into the wall. This, of course caused an eruption of pre-recorded phrases:
“Everyone into the hut tub!”
“I have the moral high ground!”
“Burn them all!”
They came with batteries. Hey, that's pretty cool!
[member="Kalizka"]
Maaaaantooooroooook, waaaaaaakeeeeee uuuuuuuuup....
The Chistori's eyes flickered into being, he had been sleeping but not in the conventional ways of perhaps you and I. No, the beast had lost control of his being, his lights were turned off and his body danced to the tune of another. They told him it was the Dark Lord, that he was a chosen vessel but that was all just lies and manipulation to add another brute to the ranks.
What controlled Mantorok was a small parasite that had been slowly penetrating the entirety of the Saurian's mind over the course of years.
The worm was almost finished, soon there would only be control.
Aaaaareeee yoooouuuuu scaaaaaaareeeeed, Maaaaaaantooooroooook?
Where was he? The fearsome reptile found himself standing within a warehouse, blood staining his considerable claws and teeth. Evidently Mantorok had held a party. A violent party.
“NEVER.”
But why was he here? Was this important One Sith business? Was this warehouse full of valuable minerals, or weaponry? The savaged corpses that surrounded him didn't speak of importance. Just casual work clothes, no guards but rather standard warehouse workers. He trundled over to a crate, it was from...well...actually the sender's name was crossed out. Intrigue sparked. What was in it?
The curiosity was too much, there must have been purpose for the One Sith, for his Dark Lord. Claws tore into the crate and out he pulled a....
...Salena Halcyahn action figure?
This both confused and infuriated the beast. The worm had brought him here in the name of chaos. He could hear laughter reverberate throughout his thick skull which caused the beast to toss the entire crate off to the side and into the wall. This, of course caused an eruption of pre-recorded phrases:
“Everyone into the hut tub!”
“I have the moral high ground!”
“Burn them all!”
They came with batteries. Hey, that's pretty cool!
[member="Kalizka"]