Chaos' Master (MAGREJ)

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Siarles

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The man gasped for breath and struggled desperately, looking down in terror. Cold fingers gripped him by the throat as he dangled several hundred feet above the ground. “Please Dread Lord; I will not fail you again.” He choked out the words and writhed in agony. “I do not tolerate failure.” The man screamed and grasped the air wildly as his throat was released and he hit the ground. Bone protruded from his flesh, but he did not die immediately. After a few moments, his cries and scream of pain stopped. The Dread Lord merely watched with scarlet eyes filled with boredom. Turning, he reentered the library of Murate castle and took up his book once more. Sitting elegantly in a maroon horsehair seat, Siarles continued to read his literature. Already, the murdered man was forgotten. He had failed in his duties and he had paid the blood price. It was as it would always be.

The immense door opened, the dark one looked up irritated at yet another annoying disturbance. But his eye narrowed slightly as he easily recognized the hulking figure that came in. The leather-clad skeleton, Kasheem, walked toward Siarles. Kasheem bowed, uneasy. Siarles had the reputation for being as dark hearted and ruthless as the god Araxes himself. “I have heard that if there is something worth knowing, then you are the one to speak with.” Siarles said nothing to Kasheem, merely turned a page and continued his reading. Kasheem paused but boldly decided to continue, “I am to seek and kill the outlaw named Black Star. What do you know of her?” Kasheem took a seat across from Siarles and waited patiently. The Dread Lord was not someone you wanted against you. After a few moments, Siarles put down his book on a small end table next to the chair. Placing his finger tips together, the man leaned back.

Just two days ago he had met this charming outlaw queen. In fact, she had thrown a wild animal at his head. But her spirit and fire impressed the dark one, and her lovely features and form was something he desired. But Siarles had also found out her little secret. But, this big hulking brute sitting gingerly on the sofa could be a useful card if played correctly. “Ah yes, Black Star. Charming young woman I suppose, pretty. Outlaw leader of a band called the Grellon which is made up of Kaians and Muratian refugees, though a few Ellsinorians have managed to gain membership. She runs the black market in both Murate and Ellsinora too, with connections all across both countries. Often found in Kiyer, at the Blue Boar Tavern. Black Star is considered extremely dangerous and volatile, trained as a warrior and well educated in both war and social life. An interesting woman who I would rather not see die.” His words were simply a list of facts. Kasheem listened intently and made mental note to check Kiyer. “I have little desire to actually hurt anyone, but to kill her is my purpose.” Siarles chuckled, “Bring her to me and then I will show you your true purpose. You are confused Kasheem.” Kasheem shook his head but then looked thoughtful. Maybe this dark haired man was right, maybe he was just suppose to bring the outlaw back here and then kill her? That would make Magrej happy would maybe make Araxes happy. Standing, the giant rubbed his fiery skull in confusion and shambled out.

Siarles watched for a moment and then stood to walk toward one of the immense bookshelves. Replacing his book, “Ancient Myths”, he walked out of the library and down the long stone corridor. Making a beeline for the throne room, Siarles gained entrance to the room. Walking toward the throne, he bowed elegantly and regally. “I wish to speak to you about a certain matter, my King.” Siarles had only recently come to Ohanzee from his own castle in a far corner of Murate’s shadow lands. But he had information that would quickly make him the second-most powerful man in Murate.

He knew who the Guardian was.

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Magrej had woke early from his deep sleep that morning. The sinister king had always woke early, but this time, his dreamless slept was woken even early. With no one up at this time of day, he simply made his way in his personal study. Going over the few final touches to the plan to finally rule over the world. The male had stayed in the dim-lighted room for many hours until the world began to wake, the sun coming threw the windows- Its different colors lighting up the room. By this time, maids have found him, escorting him down for this breakfast.

As the day dragged on, Magrej found himself walking his beloved castle insides. Going threw the maze like halls, checking out old rooms that were barely used as the castle didn't see many guest. Most of the guest that came through were mostly kept down in the cells below, in the creepy, old, damp dungeon. Time lost itself, and before he knew it, it was time to make his daily appearance in the throne room. During this time, he would speak with his generals of how active missions were coming along.

Leaning into the familiar cold, hard chair, his legs and arms taking there usual, relax position. Men came and went from the room, along with many different servants as they brought him refreshments and what-nots. Nothing really puling his attention until a male came forth, speaking of a need to speak with the King. Bringing his black eyes lazily over to the male, he cleared his throat. "And, what matter is it you'd like to speak about?" Magrej replied, his voice filling the room as it did every time he spoke. The mask was now present on his face. Before he made his way into the throne room, one of his closest wenches had brought him prized possession. Its purpose to hide the ugly scar that he carried on his facet.
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The dread lord chuckled and waited for silence, which came within a few seconds. He knew he had the upper hand here. "Quite simply, I have found the Guardian." Siarles listened with enjoyment to the gasps of the servants. He knew if the cards were played just right, that he could start his real intentions. " She's been right under your nose too. Rather amusing, the little minx. In fact you had her in your prison just months ago, yet you let her escape. Siarles actually chuckled deep in his throat.

Motioning to a slave girl he received a goblet and sipped the purple liquid, relishing the fact that at least the servants were listening intently. " That charming outlaw queen, Black Star? That little thorn in your side that defied you so many times, that I believe it is why that fellow Kasheem was given to you? To destroy your little problem. Araxes was really attempting to kill off his little problem. I am very certain that the outlaw is indeed the Guardian." Siarles did not offer any more words. Magrej was an idiot if he could not make the connections.

Black Star had showed up the same time that Jahanarwa had escaped. The outlaw queen was known to have the Kaian survivors in her village. She did not fit the description any more, as time and hardship had changed the woman. But everything else fit perfectly. Siarles had met and spoken to her, he had seen the jewel in her dagger blade. But the Dread Lord had also fallen prey for her fiery spirit and elegance. Siarles had been searching for a queen and he had vowed that the Guardian would be his, heart and soul.

But Siarles had decided to actually win Black Star, not steal her.


ooc- sorry tis short, trying to do to much right now.

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Magrej found himself growing angry as the male spoke. Not at him, nor anything to do with him, but how he had been deceived. It was still unknown how she had escaped that day, but Rashok is the one who had escorted her, Black Star, down there. Knowing the information that this wench was actually Jahanarwa, the king could now piece together that Rashok had let her go. Magrej clenched his jaw as the angry within him raised to dangerous levels. The males long, pale fingers repeated a rhythm on the hard throne as he looked off to one of the stained glass windows. How could he had been this so naive? To let all of this slip past him right below his nose? After a few long moments, the king started to wrangle back his composure as he now turned his full attention to his male. Rashok was dead to him. This male, who now stood in front of him now came one of his favorites in the land. He had information that Magrej is in much need of.

Turning his attention to a guard near by, he motioned for a guard to come near. Magrej hadn't heard to much news on how his assassins mission was going. Dropping his voice low, the majesty spoke to the guard, asking about the mission. The guard spoke on the matter, giving him as much information that they know of. Nodding, he returned his attention back to the male from before. "Where is she now, this Black Star?" He asked, the tapping of his fingers could still be heard as he kept the rhythm up. As the king awaited his reply, he studied the male. As Magrej watched him thoughts ran threw his mind. This new male would make a great replacement for Rashok- he already has more important information to King, and his whole persona would fit Magrej more than Rashok ever did.

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Siarles


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Siarles skillfully threw the goblet and hit the slave girl in the head, directly where he wanted to. It amused him, blood and pain. He wanted to hear screams of agony, cries of fear, screeches of utter hopeless despair, emitting from the throats of helpless victims. The begging for people to be put out of their misery, hopeless and only wishing death, but he would refuse. Siarles would never allow them that sweet release, not easily. Not as long as they had the slightest bit of use. The Dread Lord would drag them right to the edge of life and death, and then dangle death in front of them, playing with them, torturing every nerve. It would all start here, everything started here. It required precision, timing, perfection, and he had those qualities.

The Dread Lord imagined ruling over the dark lands with the outlaw queen at his side. Siarles was enjoying this picture every moment he imagined it. He knew very well that the outlaw queen was not an easy catch, but that was her charm. Siarles had seen her anger, he had seen her power, he knew that she was being betrayed and backstabbed every time she learned to trust. He could offer her power, wealth, and he would not betray her. He would give her that much at least. After all, she was the best, was she not? He deserved the best. She would be the perfect queen, the dark demoness at his side.

But first to get to her, which may be a challenge. Siarles stepped forward, “Simple, she is currently being held for the murder of King Crevan. You and I both know however that she did not do this, especially as I happen to know she was in Celeste Falls at the time.” Siarles had actually been with her. He had won her trust, and in a sense he trusted her as well. Not to mention, she had gotten rid of a little issue, a woman who had attempted to pass herself off as the Guardian. That woman’s blood had been swept away in the current of the rushing water. “She trusted the royal family, so this is quite a blow. But think my king, Ellsinora is weak because of the sudden loss of their king and the recent hurricane. You can walk right in at the execution itself and kill two birds with one stone as it would seem.” Siarles only request for this deed would be to replace Rashok and lead this attack.

The traps were set.

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Watching as he threw the cup, hitting the girl, Magrej could not help himself but to laugh. It hadn't been shown very much that he was the one to show such mean acts right out, but instead in his chambers bellow. But nonetheless, the male couldn't help himself but to laugh at the act. Now turning his attention back to the male before him, the king of Murate took in everything the male had said to him. Switching his weight and position in the chair, he looked around. Yes, indeed they would be very weak due to the death that his own very assassin committed. Himself also knew all the damage cost and how much of a hassle the hurricane had caused first hand. Thinking over what he proposed, of walking into the execution. What if they were to late? He had to have that damn sky gem. It was the signal last thing not in his gasp that he wanted. The King is to be dead, over taking their the Ellsinora kingdom will be a breeze. If he could do that and gain the sky gem in one sitting, Magrej will finally have all his dreams and wants to come true.

"Then we will go." the king stated, everyone in the room now very intent on the conversations going on between the two males. "As you know so much of this topic, I want you to lead the my army into the pitiful kingdom and take it down." Magrej raised from his seat, pacing back and forth slowly, the sound of his boots clashing with the floor echoing threw the room. "Use any force needed, burn the whole damn land down for all I care..." he paused to add a slight dramatic tone to what he will say next, "But before I walk into that room where the guardian will be, I want Ellsinora to be no more... And if you think you cannot do the job I am asking, then I will get Rashok to do it. But, seeing as you are more fit for the job Siarles, it would run more smoothly with it in your hands." The king nodded, "Now go, speak with the army on how you intend of doing of what I ask." Walking over to the door to exit, he turned back to the male, "I will see you in the execution room."

With that, the ruler walked from the throne room, preparing for the victory ahead.

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