by The Kingpin » Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:28 am
Drake snarled irritably, looking towards the Vampire as she escaped. a series of dull claps were heard, Drake looking at the source to see a man standing on a railing, dressed in a typical black tuxedo, a gold and brown elaborately patterened waistcoat visible under it, and a white dress shirt under that, the average black trousers under that. "Impressive...very impressive. it would seem that my guests have arrived early. too bad not everyone got along so well as i had hoped" said the man in a thick scandinavian accent. he had a powerful aura about him, and a silent confidence that any could tell was a sign of centuries of experience in combat, in war, and in politics. his chilling gaze was enough to make most men tremble. "Oh, of course. allow me to introduce myself....Dariel Zerenski. It would appear that you have unwittingly stumbled into my warehouse...no matter...it is of little consequence...neither you or any of your spies will be leaving this place alive" said the man, before grabbing something behind him and hurling it forward, a sickening crunch being heard as the corpse of one of Brimstone's agents hit the ground, battered, bruised, and severely mutilated, the only thing to hint that he was Brimstone being the logo he had tattooed on his lower stomach, which was now torn diagonally, his intestines hanging out through the gash, the man's crushed skull, badly twisted limbs and severely broken body a sign that he had been tortured before he was killed. in his chest was the hilt of an 18th century styled saber, though the blade attached to it was black as the night itself...
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The Kingpin on Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:59 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG