Post by Mr Burns_TU on Oct 13, 2006 3:03:50 GMT -5
The skyline was a shadowy darkness, darkest gray mingled with bleeding shades of violet, lavender , plum blending, merging as the sky darkened with the ever deepening approach of nightfall and the intensity of a storm that had yet to break. Jagged streaks of lightening were etched sporadically against the back drop of the darking sky; an edging of lightest blue framed the sky line, like a matting of a print. Thin, barely discernable against the darkness of its frame.
Huge crags broke the waters surface, jutting crowns covered in algae, while others, with the passage of time no longer had they're base in the sea, now lay scattered and tossed about the beach head within the inlet of the hidden cove. Like discarded broken toys abandoned by some long ago giant child. The tide rushed furiously, sweeping over the beach, its frothy foam covering the indentions of a man's name written by his lover in the sand, rushed over bare feet of a solitary figure that walked the shore line.
The wind lifted her hair from her shoulders, danced with her tresses, blowing her hair wildly as the southeastern wind gained force. The woman lifted her eyes to the sky as yet another streak of lightening illuminated the horizon and in the distance she could hear the resounding echo of thunder.
A man's shirt hung long upon her, the tails brushing against the backs of her knees yet did not hamper her movements as she easily scaled the crag. Once she reached the summit she perched, knees bent, legs dangling over the side the too long tails tucked securely beneath her. Gazing into the creeping shadows of darkness her entire being seemed to be a fire with a hunger she could not sooth. Like the storms that drew closer the aching within her increased, with an intensity of which she could feel burning within her loins, her body shuddered violently with a need as great as that of the thunder which caused the earth to tremble with it's reverberation. Eyes heavenward she allowed her thoughts to take flight, random images and scenes rushed through her, visions and sounds that had no basis in her reality, became instead flights of fancy that sought the fertile soil of her imagination.
Like a bard her tale was rooted in heroic deeds and greatness, of villainy and treachery, of passions hunger and even greater love. Like the bards of old, upon an unseen harp, her imagination was given its head and the tale began to unfold.
Thunder became the echoes of great guns and missiles. The lightening became the skeletal smoldering ruins of the Bastion of Gom. Buried deep beneath the ground, the dungeon still burned furiously, its rack twisted beyond recognition as it had once twisted and un-manned many men. Shades of the sick perverted Spanish Inquisition had been introduced to the clansmen and women of the Gom clan.
It was this clan that had reintroduced the rack, perfecting upon it in a way no one had ever thought to use. Against the heretics they had persecuted. Not only could it pull a body apart, but too a device had been designed to come down over the male member, sadistically detaching it by the use of weights so that nothing remained but the shallow cavity of the male groin. Decapitation and disembowelment were not the only means of proving Gom's might, always they sought to out do themselves and improve upon their methods of dispatching their enemies.
With one device they had eclipsed all the methods of torture known to the human race, with the help of Dr.Evil, an independent mercenary, more over one that had seen to his education with the likes of Dr. Spanker at Chthon. Under the watchful eyes of the Dark Zone, Gom, Evil and Diode had developed a urinary prosthesis, that would enable their victim’s life, a life that very few men carried on with, those that did choose life over suicide were a reminder of what lay in the lair of Gom.
For Quakian’s every single moment was a moment of the fittest, each day a fight for survival. Each day another group of landless mercenaries came to power, each day yet another clan formed while other become extinct. The battles grew, became more intense. Vengeance became air born with but a word and the hunger for power surpassed to the nth degree. Adrenalin flowed like a rabid euphoria and a blood lust ran through out the Netherworld, bloodshed was not enough, nothing but a complete and total eradication of one’s enemy or enemies.
Gom like DOA and others of their ilk, were sworn enemies to many clans and the clan- less mercenaries, their deeds and the methods employed met with universal contempt, even the Elder Gods and their chosen one’s the Admin’s had shaken their heads as the device took a bar sinister quarter of their arms, bearing it proudly on their uniforms and too upon the banner of their clan which hung in the great hall of the Council of Clans.
Through out the history of the Earth despoilers and would be dictators had risen asserting their power and might over the weak and the oppressed, always it would take a united force to push the enemy of mankind back, eventually unto death. Quakian’s too, had their share of would be tyrants, whom used any and all methods and means necessary in their ambition to rule.
Despotic rulers had no place in Necropolis, it was for this reason that the Dark Zone Admin had been formed, enacting a code of chivalry as such. Still there were things one could and could not do. In addition the Council of Clans had been established, its great hall housed in the Dark Zone proper. Its first ambition to maintain a sense of stability among the many clans, their office entailed hearing the petitions and claims put forward by individuals or entire clans. The second of its ambitions was the office of acting as an intermediary and or representative on behalf of the accused and the Admin.
Huge crags broke the waters surface, jutting crowns covered in algae, while others, with the passage of time no longer had they're base in the sea, now lay scattered and tossed about the beach head within the inlet of the hidden cove. Like discarded broken toys abandoned by some long ago giant child. The tide rushed furiously, sweeping over the beach, its frothy foam covering the indentions of a man's name written by his lover in the sand, rushed over bare feet of a solitary figure that walked the shore line.
The wind lifted her hair from her shoulders, danced with her tresses, blowing her hair wildly as the southeastern wind gained force. The woman lifted her eyes to the sky as yet another streak of lightening illuminated the horizon and in the distance she could hear the resounding echo of thunder.
A man's shirt hung long upon her, the tails brushing against the backs of her knees yet did not hamper her movements as she easily scaled the crag. Once she reached the summit she perched, knees bent, legs dangling over the side the too long tails tucked securely beneath her. Gazing into the creeping shadows of darkness her entire being seemed to be a fire with a hunger she could not sooth. Like the storms that drew closer the aching within her increased, with an intensity of which she could feel burning within her loins, her body shuddered violently with a need as great as that of the thunder which caused the earth to tremble with it's reverberation. Eyes heavenward she allowed her thoughts to take flight, random images and scenes rushed through her, visions and sounds that had no basis in her reality, became instead flights of fancy that sought the fertile soil of her imagination.
Like a bard her tale was rooted in heroic deeds and greatness, of villainy and treachery, of passions hunger and even greater love. Like the bards of old, upon an unseen harp, her imagination was given its head and the tale began to unfold.
Thunder became the echoes of great guns and missiles. The lightening became the skeletal smoldering ruins of the Bastion of Gom. Buried deep beneath the ground, the dungeon still burned furiously, its rack twisted beyond recognition as it had once twisted and un-manned many men. Shades of the sick perverted Spanish Inquisition had been introduced to the clansmen and women of the Gom clan.
It was this clan that had reintroduced the rack, perfecting upon it in a way no one had ever thought to use. Against the heretics they had persecuted. Not only could it pull a body apart, but too a device had been designed to come down over the male member, sadistically detaching it by the use of weights so that nothing remained but the shallow cavity of the male groin. Decapitation and disembowelment were not the only means of proving Gom's might, always they sought to out do themselves and improve upon their methods of dispatching their enemies.
With one device they had eclipsed all the methods of torture known to the human race, with the help of Dr.Evil, an independent mercenary, more over one that had seen to his education with the likes of Dr. Spanker at Chthon. Under the watchful eyes of the Dark Zone, Gom, Evil and Diode had developed a urinary prosthesis, that would enable their victim’s life, a life that very few men carried on with, those that did choose life over suicide were a reminder of what lay in the lair of Gom.
For Quakian’s every single moment was a moment of the fittest, each day a fight for survival. Each day another group of landless mercenaries came to power, each day yet another clan formed while other become extinct. The battles grew, became more intense. Vengeance became air born with but a word and the hunger for power surpassed to the nth degree. Adrenalin flowed like a rabid euphoria and a blood lust ran through out the Netherworld, bloodshed was not enough, nothing but a complete and total eradication of one’s enemy or enemies.
Gom like DOA and others of their ilk, were sworn enemies to many clans and the clan- less mercenaries, their deeds and the methods employed met with universal contempt, even the Elder Gods and their chosen one’s the Admin’s had shaken their heads as the device took a bar sinister quarter of their arms, bearing it proudly on their uniforms and too upon the banner of their clan which hung in the great hall of the Council of Clans.
Through out the history of the Earth despoilers and would be dictators had risen asserting their power and might over the weak and the oppressed, always it would take a united force to push the enemy of mankind back, eventually unto death. Quakian’s too, had their share of would be tyrants, whom used any and all methods and means necessary in their ambition to rule.
Despotic rulers had no place in Necropolis, it was for this reason that the Dark Zone Admin had been formed, enacting a code of chivalry as such. Still there were things one could and could not do. In addition the Council of Clans had been established, its great hall housed in the Dark Zone proper. Its first ambition to maintain a sense of stability among the many clans, their office entailed hearing the petitions and claims put forward by individuals or entire clans. The second of its ambitions was the office of acting as an intermediary and or representative on behalf of the accused and the Admin.