| OOC: Thanks, Galefore. This'll be alot better, because my main characters are evil./
"Come, failure. Come along, rag." Zeten Aranos walked through the wet grass as his group marched on its way to Oceansford. "We don't have all day!" Zeten yelled at his creation, Silik. Hurry up or I'll slit your throat!" Zeten paused for a minute. "Oh wait, you don't have a throat...well, hurry up or I'll give you a throat and then I'll slit it...." Zeten muttered.
"Er...sir..." one of his minions said. Zeten turned to him with an impatient look.
"Yes?"
"Well...what's so important about this Oceansford place? Why do we have to get here?"
Zeten shook his head. "Ugh, I shouldn't have recruited you. Anyone who's anyone is attacking this fortress tonight, and it's worth sieging. Now, does that answer your question?"
"Yes, sir," the minion replied.
"Good. Now, goodbye." In a flash, Zeten's minion was smoldering dust in the ground. "Any other stupid questions?!" Zeten called out to his army. There was a silence. "Good."
Zeten smiled too himself. "Now, come along men...er, minions, and be quick about it, too, unless you would like to join ol' Smokey over there." The army marched, Zeten proud and confident.
And the night went on, Zeten and his army continued the march. Close to him were Silik, his mummy-like creature, and several of his "Hoods." The Hoods were a creation of his own. They were dark, shadow-like bodies inside black cloaks. Zeten smiled to himself, rejoicing in what he had planned with the Hoods. The time of the siege was drawing nearer... |