She didn't sleep at all that night. Her eyes were fixed upon a small
hole in the ceiling above her head that leaked with water. One by one the
tiny droplets fell upon her indego forehead and landed with a slight "plop"
on the splash. It bothered her to a great extent but she never moved; not
even to cringe her forehead. In a way she was training herself; channeling
hate from her frustration like she had always done.
She took her eyes off the drops of torture for only a few moments and fixed them back upon the shaking ceiling. Her ears picked up each and every delicate sound of a young ones feet trampeding across his or her floor. With her eyes Deminia followed the steps carefuly in a stalking manor. When the footsteps stopped whimpers could be heared draining from the young ones eyes. The young one was afraid; and Deminia felt it. It gave her a eerie satisfaction and a craving for more with each tear that fell.
The young one had a right to be afraid. It was never easy to be a young child who had no knowledge of your past. But the Teir' Dal Elders did not care fore it was the only way to ensure that love would not seep into ones self; and it too was a better way to ensure mass hatred for ALL others. Though Deminia understood the young ones pain, she couldn't stand the whining and whimpering. 'Doesn't she understand no one cares?' Deminia thought as her hatred began to grow at a seemingly dangerous rate. 'It was the same for everyone! She shouldn't cry over something that IS law! Give her something to cry about....no one is allowed to want love!' a different, devilish voice echoed into Deminias brain. Obeying the orders, she reached her skinny arm out twords the ceiling where the little one cried and shouted a haunting language at the girl as a firey-red energy began to channel into her hand. Immediately the energy was shot forth through the wall and grasped the soul of the weeping child. Ear-shattering screams echoed down the dark-stoned halls as the child began to writhe in pain. The screams seemed to last forever. But Deminia didn't care. She laid her body out in a sacrificial pose and let the screams enter her soul and refuel her dark energy. The child began to scream her last dying shout and all it did was send Deminia into a peaceful nights sleep.
The next morning Deminia left bright and early towards the Freeport area. She dreaded travelling in the cheery sunlight more than anything, so she sneakily slid from shadow to shadow as she progressed her way though her homeland forest.
Upon reaching Dreadful city of Freeport she covered her face with a magical mask that gave her the hideous visage of a human being. Oh how she hated the way they looked with their tan flabby skin and their gaudy muscles. She wanted to mutilate them all, but she wasn't going to. Slowly the Human race is tearing itself apart; and it showed through Freeport...so Innoruuks work here was already done.
She casually walked by every gaurd in the area as they smiled to her and gave her a polite little wave as she cringed and cursed underneath her black hood. If only they knew...they wouldn't wave or smile. They'd either cowar in fear or chase her down to defeat her, only to realize that they were dead before they knew the fight had begun.
The boat was in clear veiw now as she saw it's towering mast rise high above the clay-tops of the buildings. Its sail was massive, yet plain as it's tan hue began to fade underneath the sea-salt picked up in the ocean wind. The boat wasn't the finest pick for transportation as Deminia took notice of the large holes upon its side that were nearly the size of her masked form. She hated sailing, but it was the only way.
"Hail, Dem!" an unfarmiliar humaniod shouted to Deminia as she approached the rickety dock. She realized it was Ulraz by the husky tone of his voice...it always bugged her.
"You're an ugly human..." Deminia said with a toneless voice and a cross of her arms. She gazed Ulraz up and down serveying his new form and hated it. It made him look fatter than he already was.
"Why does that not surprise me; you find everything hideously revolting." Ulraz snapped as he brought back his hand to slap Deminia. Within an instant a huge undead being sprang forth from the ground and wrapped its rotting fingers around Ulrazs heavily guarded wrists.
"Torin doesn't like you Ulraz..." Deminia sneered with a taunting tone.
Ulraz pulled back a few feet and gazed at Deminia confused before he spoke, "Torin was murdered yesterday evening...you don't mean to tell me...."
Deminia pushed passed his chain-mailed body and proceeded down the dock to where her accomplices stood. But as she moved, she murmered back out, "I hate cry babies Ulraz...."
The other humanoid beings began to coward in fear as Deminia closed in on their low seasoned bodies. Once again she felt their fear as she inspected them...noticing they were but teenage children...children not even fit to leave the outskirts of Neriak. Angered, she spun about and shouted loudly at Ulraz; purposely spitting at him as she did. "You are to tell me I am to travel with children?!I am an assasin Ulraz, NOT a babysitter! This is rediculous! You have any idea how many Feir and Koada are still guarding Crushbone? These little ones will be slaughtered more easily than a snake!"
"These are the best of our new pupils Deminia. I am sending you with them so they can learn from you." Ulraz shouted.
"One does not question the will of Innoruuk.",Deminia began " Fine, but I will not save them if they get into any trouble....they can die for all I care."
Ulraz replied with a quick nod and shooed them all onto the ship as it began to pull away from the docks. Deminia walked slowly to the front of the boat, looking danger in the eye as the little ones hugged each other in fear near the stairs to the cabins. With one hand she ripped of the magical mask that hid her Dark-Elven identity, while with the other she held a blood-wood box filled with items not even she was to know of. Her soft, feathery white hair flew angrily in the wind as she starred off into the distance as lightning shot from the skies and reflected off her purple eyes. A storm was comming, and it was a strong one too. She didn't hate this storm....she felt Innoruuks presence within it. Eerily, she turned to the frighted boy and girls, then back to the storm. Under the winds chilling breathe she whispered, "For all I care" as thunder boombed and rain began to fall.........
She took her eyes off the drops of torture for only a few moments and fixed them back upon the shaking ceiling. Her ears picked up each and every delicate sound of a young ones feet trampeding across his or her floor. With her eyes Deminia followed the steps carefuly in a stalking manor. When the footsteps stopped whimpers could be heared draining from the young ones eyes. The young one was afraid; and Deminia felt it. It gave her a eerie satisfaction and a craving for more with each tear that fell.
The young one had a right to be afraid. It was never easy to be a young child who had no knowledge of your past. But the Teir' Dal Elders did not care fore it was the only way to ensure that love would not seep into ones self; and it too was a better way to ensure mass hatred for ALL others. Though Deminia understood the young ones pain, she couldn't stand the whining and whimpering. 'Doesn't she understand no one cares?' Deminia thought as her hatred began to grow at a seemingly dangerous rate. 'It was the same for everyone! She shouldn't cry over something that IS law! Give her something to cry about....no one is allowed to want love!' a different, devilish voice echoed into Deminias brain. Obeying the orders, she reached her skinny arm out twords the ceiling where the little one cried and shouted a haunting language at the girl as a firey-red energy began to channel into her hand. Immediately the energy was shot forth through the wall and grasped the soul of the weeping child. Ear-shattering screams echoed down the dark-stoned halls as the child began to writhe in pain. The screams seemed to last forever. But Deminia didn't care. She laid her body out in a sacrificial pose and let the screams enter her soul and refuel her dark energy. The child began to scream her last dying shout and all it did was send Deminia into a peaceful nights sleep.
The next morning Deminia left bright and early towards the Freeport area. She dreaded travelling in the cheery sunlight more than anything, so she sneakily slid from shadow to shadow as she progressed her way though her homeland forest.
Upon reaching Dreadful city of Freeport she covered her face with a magical mask that gave her the hideous visage of a human being. Oh how she hated the way they looked with their tan flabby skin and their gaudy muscles. She wanted to mutilate them all, but she wasn't going to. Slowly the Human race is tearing itself apart; and it showed through Freeport...so Innoruuks work here was already done.
She casually walked by every gaurd in the area as they smiled to her and gave her a polite little wave as she cringed and cursed underneath her black hood. If only they knew...they wouldn't wave or smile. They'd either cowar in fear or chase her down to defeat her, only to realize that they were dead before they knew the fight had begun.
The boat was in clear veiw now as she saw it's towering mast rise high above the clay-tops of the buildings. Its sail was massive, yet plain as it's tan hue began to fade underneath the sea-salt picked up in the ocean wind. The boat wasn't the finest pick for transportation as Deminia took notice of the large holes upon its side that were nearly the size of her masked form. She hated sailing, but it was the only way.
"Hail, Dem!" an unfarmiliar humaniod shouted to Deminia as she approached the rickety dock. She realized it was Ulraz by the husky tone of his voice...it always bugged her.
"You're an ugly human..." Deminia said with a toneless voice and a cross of her arms. She gazed Ulraz up and down serveying his new form and hated it. It made him look fatter than he already was.
"Why does that not surprise me; you find everything hideously revolting." Ulraz snapped as he brought back his hand to slap Deminia. Within an instant a huge undead being sprang forth from the ground and wrapped its rotting fingers around Ulrazs heavily guarded wrists.
"Torin doesn't like you Ulraz..." Deminia sneered with a taunting tone.
Ulraz pulled back a few feet and gazed at Deminia confused before he spoke, "Torin was murdered yesterday evening...you don't mean to tell me...."
Deminia pushed passed his chain-mailed body and proceeded down the dock to where her accomplices stood. But as she moved, she murmered back out, "I hate cry babies Ulraz...."
The other humanoid beings began to coward in fear as Deminia closed in on their low seasoned bodies. Once again she felt their fear as she inspected them...noticing they were but teenage children...children not even fit to leave the outskirts of Neriak. Angered, she spun about and shouted loudly at Ulraz; purposely spitting at him as she did. "You are to tell me I am to travel with children?!I am an assasin Ulraz, NOT a babysitter! This is rediculous! You have any idea how many Feir and Koada are still guarding Crushbone? These little ones will be slaughtered more easily than a snake!"
"These are the best of our new pupils Deminia. I am sending you with them so they can learn from you." Ulraz shouted.
"One does not question the will of Innoruuk.",Deminia began " Fine, but I will not save them if they get into any trouble....they can die for all I care."
Ulraz replied with a quick nod and shooed them all onto the ship as it began to pull away from the docks. Deminia walked slowly to the front of the boat, looking danger in the eye as the little ones hugged each other in fear near the stairs to the cabins. With one hand she ripped of the magical mask that hid her Dark-Elven identity, while with the other she held a blood-wood box filled with items not even she was to know of. Her soft, feathery white hair flew angrily in the wind as she starred off into the distance as lightning shot from the skies and reflected off her purple eyes. A storm was comming, and it was a strong one too. She didn't hate this storm....she felt Innoruuks presence within it. Eerily, she turned to the frighted boy and girls, then back to the storm. Under the winds chilling breathe she whispered, "For all I care" as thunder boombed and rain began to fall.........