Berandor
lunatic
"She's waking!"
Eyes open slowly, then shut down quickly to ward off the light. A groan escapes her lips.
"Stupid! Douse the lights!"
A hissing sound, then darkness behind the lids.
Eyes open up again, blink insecurely, then stay open.
Head turns a little to regard the shadow before her.
Nostrils flare as they notice the smell of herbs and burnt incense.
Mouth opens, but only a raw whisper emerges, turning into a cough.
"Drink this. It's good for you!" An arm is shoved under her head, lifting her up a little, so she may drink.
Right hand raises between cup of soup and mouth, posing a barrier.
"You must drink!"
Head shakes. Swallows hardly.
Mouth open again, and with a concentrated effort she asks,
"Who *coughing* who are you? Tell me!"
The shadow sighs and signals backwards. A small lantern is lighted, illuminating the small room. She is lying on a small futon, dressed in an unfamiliar tunic of brown hem. The shadow before her is a very old man, wrinkled face, reddy cheeks, toothless grin. Behind him a young boy, his grin with teeth, but sheepish. Bulging forehead indicating mental illness.
"Trust us. The soup is good."
No weapons visible. Right hand drops, and she drinks. The soup is hot, but not too hot, and cleanses her from the inside.
Empties her mind.
Clears her thoughts.
Quells her voice.
"Thank you. I indeed feel much better. Now, who are you, and where am I?"
"I am but a humble servant of those in need. We found you, near the volcano. You were unconscious, and so we took you in.
I have seen many things in my life, and so I recognized the spirit within you. I prolonged your sleep and drove it out. You are yourself now."
Her first impulse: grab his throat and squeeze.
But then, she thinks. Is that really her? Is that a residue of the "spirit"?
She remembers now. A spirit, sent by her mother, to provoke her into revenge.
Her mother, killed in a fight, in this very land.
She forced her to do her bidding - why? did't she believe her daughter would have honored her wishes nevertheless?
Her mother ever was an insightful one. She wouldn't have honored her. She is so much different than her mother was.
Suddenly a thought hits her.
"My dagger!"
She holds out her left hand.
"Ah, yes. A beautiful piece. Here it is."
The cold jade of the hilt rests upon her palm, her hand closes around it. Power floods through her, dark, unforgiving power. Her blood turns icy, a shiver runs down her spine.
But power, nonetheless.
She stands up, letting her tunic fall down on the bed, and walks a few steps toward the door. Not caring for the sheepish gron on the boy's face, nor the wide-eyed stare of the old man.
"You will leave?"
She halts, and nods, back to the old man.
"Well.. I - I saved you, didn't I? Don't you think I... I..."
She smiles, turning around, sauntering towards him.
"A little reward? Of course. Just what did you have in mind?"
Standing directly before the old man, reminding him of things thought long lost.
Left hand caressing his face, gliding lower, over wrinkled neck, toards his breast.
Turning around to comb through his white hair, grabbing his head and pulling it towards her lips.
Kissing him forcefully, tongue probing inside his mouth, tasting spittle and smoke.
Right hand gripping the dagger, driving it through his right eye, into his brain, up to the hilt.
The old body convulsing, spasming.
Blood and life oozing from his eye.
Still kissing him, now with a much better taste.
Blood.
Fear.
Death.
Finally letting go, dropping the body, licking her lips.
"Love hurts."
Turning around to the boy, still grinning sheepishly, not understanding.
Darkness forming a fabric around her, clothing her in black silk, hiding her face in a mask.
Lifting her left hand, crooking her index finger to signal the boy forward.
"Come, my boy. You are young, you are more to my taste..."
A short while after, she leaves the small hut at the foot of the volcano.
"Now, that was refreshing."
Looking into the night sky, she shouts,
"Mother! Zhou Ling! I am free of your influence now, and yet I will keep my way. Your spell has done its work, though in a different way than you imagined... now, what's the way to the next city?"
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OPEN CHALLENGE TO ALL EXCEPT FIGHTERS OF MORE THAN ONE TIER HIGHER.
------
Wrath
Dark Knight out of favor
Record: 4-3
Yen: 2
Powers:
Signature Style (Panther), Sneaky Trick (x1), Foul Spirit, Unholy Warrior
Dirty Trick (x2), Poison Blade, Master of Shadows
Signature Location (wetlands), Corruption
Eyes open slowly, then shut down quickly to ward off the light. A groan escapes her lips.
"Stupid! Douse the lights!"
A hissing sound, then darkness behind the lids.
Eyes open up again, blink insecurely, then stay open.
Head turns a little to regard the shadow before her.
Nostrils flare as they notice the smell of herbs and burnt incense.
Mouth opens, but only a raw whisper emerges, turning into a cough.
"Drink this. It's good for you!" An arm is shoved under her head, lifting her up a little, so she may drink.
Right hand raises between cup of soup and mouth, posing a barrier.
"You must drink!"
Head shakes. Swallows hardly.
Mouth open again, and with a concentrated effort she asks,
"Who *coughing* who are you? Tell me!"
The shadow sighs and signals backwards. A small lantern is lighted, illuminating the small room. She is lying on a small futon, dressed in an unfamiliar tunic of brown hem. The shadow before her is a very old man, wrinkled face, reddy cheeks, toothless grin. Behind him a young boy, his grin with teeth, but sheepish. Bulging forehead indicating mental illness.
"Trust us. The soup is good."
No weapons visible. Right hand drops, and she drinks. The soup is hot, but not too hot, and cleanses her from the inside.
Empties her mind.
Clears her thoughts.
Quells her voice.
"Thank you. I indeed feel much better. Now, who are you, and where am I?"
"I am but a humble servant of those in need. We found you, near the volcano. You were unconscious, and so we took you in.
I have seen many things in my life, and so I recognized the spirit within you. I prolonged your sleep and drove it out. You are yourself now."
Her first impulse: grab his throat and squeeze.
But then, she thinks. Is that really her? Is that a residue of the "spirit"?
She remembers now. A spirit, sent by her mother, to provoke her into revenge.
Her mother, killed in a fight, in this very land.
She forced her to do her bidding - why? did't she believe her daughter would have honored her wishes nevertheless?
Her mother ever was an insightful one. She wouldn't have honored her. She is so much different than her mother was.
Suddenly a thought hits her.
"My dagger!"
She holds out her left hand.
"Ah, yes. A beautiful piece. Here it is."
The cold jade of the hilt rests upon her palm, her hand closes around it. Power floods through her, dark, unforgiving power. Her blood turns icy, a shiver runs down her spine.
But power, nonetheless.
She stands up, letting her tunic fall down on the bed, and walks a few steps toward the door. Not caring for the sheepish gron on the boy's face, nor the wide-eyed stare of the old man.
"You will leave?"
She halts, and nods, back to the old man.
"Well.. I - I saved you, didn't I? Don't you think I... I..."
She smiles, turning around, sauntering towards him.
"A little reward? Of course. Just what did you have in mind?"
Standing directly before the old man, reminding him of things thought long lost.
Left hand caressing his face, gliding lower, over wrinkled neck, toards his breast.
Turning around to comb through his white hair, grabbing his head and pulling it towards her lips.
Kissing him forcefully, tongue probing inside his mouth, tasting spittle and smoke.
Right hand gripping the dagger, driving it through his right eye, into his brain, up to the hilt.
The old body convulsing, spasming.
Blood and life oozing from his eye.
Still kissing him, now with a much better taste.
Blood.
Fear.
Death.
Finally letting go, dropping the body, licking her lips.
"Love hurts."
Turning around to the boy, still grinning sheepishly, not understanding.
Darkness forming a fabric around her, clothing her in black silk, hiding her face in a mask.
Lifting her left hand, crooking her index finger to signal the boy forward.
"Come, my boy. You are young, you are more to my taste..."
A short while after, she leaves the small hut at the foot of the volcano.
"Now, that was refreshing."
Looking into the night sky, she shouts,
"Mother! Zhou Ling! I am free of your influence now, and yet I will keep my way. Your spell has done its work, though in a different way than you imagined... now, what's the way to the next city?"
------
OPEN CHALLENGE TO ALL EXCEPT FIGHTERS OF MORE THAN ONE TIER HIGHER.
------
Wrath
Dark Knight out of favor
Record: 4-3
Yen: 2
Powers:
Signature Style (Panther), Sneaky Trick (x1), Foul Spirit, Unholy Warrior
Dirty Trick (x2), Poison Blade, Master of Shadows
Signature Location (wetlands), Corruption
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