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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1340250" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 030“Black blood Witch Queen”The dark blackness began to withdraw from her sitting body.  A wispy heavy green mist that promised of evil replaced the darkness.  She slowly opened her black eyes and looked about.  It was not the first time she entered the Dream State she was currently in.  Here in the realm of dreamtime she could see things far away, even the future.  She saw nothing of alarm so she stood up and walked.  The ground was warm and moist to her feet.  It was as if it were alive.  She walked about until she saw something before her.  A figure hiding.  She sucked in her breath sharply through her rotted yellow and black teeth.  She was certain it was the Shadowman.  He had been visiting her in her dreams for several months now.  She hated him for that.  She also saw that he was to be her death.  This could not be allowed.His eyes were green with red slashes below and above them.  He was dressed in the darkness he stood in.  He was came to her in her dream this way.  Hiding.  Watching. Searching. Seething in anger and the need for vengeance.  His idea of justice.  He would need to die.  She would prepare for him.  He will die.  Her sight carried her further down a passage.  The mists parted only as she reached a watery area.  Within was Batuu.  Who or what Batuu was mattered little to her.  The natives feared it and she did not.  Now they fear her as well.  The natives give her food.  Often young pretty girls to sacrifice to Batuu.  Unknown to them, He did not eat them.  She did.  She would hunt them in her caves and eat them.  It was a good life.  It would remain so.  She had developed a new power over the elements.  A very powerful ability to harness the strike of the storm.  The shadowman would not kill her.  She would kill him then eat him as she did all others.The creature closed her eyes again.  Her last image was of the Shadowman watching her.  Mocking her.  Mocking her ability and her rite to be.  Soon…..  very soon….She opened her black eyes once more.  This time the ground was rocky and damp.  It was dark since it was devoid of light except for a torch a few dozen feet away.  She licked her rotted teeth with her gray tongue.  Her hunger was growing but the dream always precluded a good hunt.  Above were several shipwrecked persons.  A few sailors and a lady with her two handmaids.  The lady made her curious.  She was stronger than she hinted.  Strong in spirit .…strong in will…she would be the final piece of her hunt.The Witch Queen of the Black Blood tribe stood up and gathered her possessions; a necklace of finger bones and teeth, and her tattered robe.  Finally, she picked up her staff.  It looked like weak driftwood but in truth it was touched by the power of an outsider.  She would use it to break open the Shadowman’s skull so that she can feast on his brain and thus his final thoughts.  She wanted to savor his fear and horror of dying at her hands.She walked towards the surface to find Batuu.  She needed his appearance to get the tribe to give her fresh food on a regular basis.  The powerful creature ate the rich minerals in the volcanic ash and ground.  It had no interest in her, the natives or the people the native offered to it.  Batuu needed to make a new appearance.  She wanted to hunt all of the crew and the women.   And she would.</blockquote>

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