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[Bailos]

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**To set the scene**
The Order had grown stronger over the past few days, The "Old Guard" had been washed away by the draining of The Skull. Only Bailos and the erradic "lich essence" still remained from the higher ranks of the undead. A few nights ago Bailos took those that remained, in a show of strength, to gather wood and they set alite bonfires in a couple locations, one of which was Poet's resulting in the burning of Isk and Angelique's child, signaling the "return" of the Order to power


**Present**
From high atop the Tower in Umbra, Bailos and the remants of the Order of the Ebon Skull brooded over the recent events. Sadrien was gone now, burnt to a crisp, they were all feeling in a tad bit better mood, but it was an uneasy comfort at best. The faithful remained downstairs and Bailos stood at the balcony, looking out over the city as he always did now, clutching The Ebon Skull tight, almost petting it, caring for it....nursing it back to "health"....dare say loving it? Rosar and Toren, two men with an offer had just left. Bailos was pleased that his act of the bonfires had such an instant effect on everyone, positive or negative, and how quickly the word spread. Things were falling well into place now.

Some were smart enough to catch on to what he was trying to do as Rosar had tactfully demonstrated. Others, even those in his own ranks, were not quite on to it yet, and he was in no hurry at all, to point it out.

Sadrien's "sacrifice", although not thourough enough for Bailos' taste, would at least be enough to keep him away, but perhaps Sadrien was a man best left dead before scorning?....The thought crossed his mind....but that was a fact to be dealt with later.

As the two men solemnly walked down the steps of the Tower, Bailos called up Dormack and Isil. Speaking to his Lord of Harrowing, Dormack, he spun the next chapter of his rouse.

"Lord Bailos?" Dormack questioned, curious as to his calling.
Bailos: ...It is time for the next phase, my child.

Dormack: Beg your pardon, Sire?

Bailos: I want you....to take who you can. Isil here, and anyone else from our ranks. I have a mission for you.
*a long pause*
BailosIt is time to do a little show of might....a flexing of muscle. Take these soldiers and go to Sanctus. Wear all your combative and ritualistic armors. I want you to drive a bolt of fear into their hearts. It is late, there wont be but a guard or two and only around the castle in Sanctus.
*at this time, a most sinister and satisfied grin took over Dormack's face. Finally a chance for combat!*
Bailos: I want families slaughtered. Merchants disemboweled. Pull them right out of bed, throw them into the streets, and lay waste to them, and their way of life. But only pick a few houses, and do it quietly. I want the rest to see it when they wake up in the morning.
Dormack: Leave survivors my Lord?
Bailos: Good question......First thing you do, find a child....better yet, a small girl. Do not kill her, I want her to see the horror you will unleash. I want her so close to the terror that she'll need to pick grey matter from off her dress.....Then let her run

The unholy look of anticipated pleasure was still firmly entrenched on Dormack's face.....Gathering who he could, gripping his bardiche firmly with one hand, he took them and rode off from the Tower, bound for Sanctus.

As he watched them gallop off, Bailos took a step back from the balcony and turned around, heading for an interior chamber. As he closed the door and barred himself in, to rest and be alone with the Skull, his thoughts could now come out......
"Their fears, their terror....oh how I wish I could see it. They counted us out, yes, didn't they *he gently starts to pet the Skull*...Now their fears can be realized! The Order....never left!" *his deep cackle starting to build as he speaks* "Either I will force their hand, out of panic and fear....or they will buy me my time, to take an offensive!"

His horrid cackle now filled the tiny room and echoed out. It carried downstairs, the Followers now inspired by a new taste of power and confidence....the Blades of the Order now preparing to fall again. The Sun would soon set on Malas.

[Dormack Shander]

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(The conversation between Bailos and Dormack in Bailos part is more detailed. Use that as the example..didn't want to make my story to to long.)

The tower was damp and dark like always. Foot by foot I strode up the tall stair case, it was the second time I was there in the last few minutes, still trying to find the rest of the Order. I nodded slightly to the keeper of the tower as I walked to the second floor. I arrived just in time to hear Lord Bailos speak soothing words.

“Put out the word, The Order of the Ebon Skull is back.”

Enthusiasm poured through my veins, my heart pumped with adrenaline. There would be no more hiding. Lord Bailos turned and floated over to the balcony, looking out over Umbra. I stood on the other side of the table, staring out along side him.

“Dormack” he said quietly.

“Lord Bailos” I replied

“Take the slave Isil with you and go to Sanctus and help spread word about our return. Obliterate them as much as you can, our time will soon come.” He told me.

I nodded slowly controlling my urge to rush there as quickly as possible. Quickly I stomped down the stairs, two by two. The slave knowing what to do created a portal, allowing us to travel to Sanctus quicker than running. We didn’t leave though until I asked Darmug to accompany us, he did not though. He had several other things to do.

We arrived at Sanctus right in front of Hanse Inn. I know I had missed out on something this evening, I saw ashes and burnt wood in front of the Temple when I was on my way to the tower. Now though, I would make up for my absence. We stormed down the dirt road with Blitz my serpent at our side.

The first home was not a large one, but it had a variety of merchants. I nodded to Isil and she ran inside, she jumped on a magical tile and searched the house for any other people. I stood before the merchants, bardiche gripped tightly in my hand, so tightly my veins were clearly seen. Isil returned and stated there were no others, just these ones. I nodded and began to pace back and forth I spoke calmly and deeply.

“The Order of the Ebon Skull is back. Once again our power arises, once again we erupted from the darkness to strike those who oppose us. The Order that once protected these lands from us is not as well known anymore. It is because us, followers of Oblivion, brought terror upon their very souls. You all shall blush with please, for tonight you will be the first to die.”

I finished speaking and almost as on cue, the slave began to light fires all around the house. A field of field spread across the house, separating us from our prey. It did not stop us how ever, Isil slit the throat of the closest man, Blitz tore the limbs from a couple others on my right, and I bluntly beat the rest down with the blade of my bardiche.

On we went, to the next house. Two guards stood at the door, before they could comprehend what was happening we lunged at each one, cutting them down. Kicking the doors open widely we entered to find a large group of children. A person stood at the front, teaching them the importance of life, or something like it. Without hesitation we spread through the building like a plague, cutting and tearing, stabbing and crushing each of the children, including the teacher. Yet again, we set fire to the large building.

The next house was slightly large than the previous two. We searched the home, which almost seemed to be empty, until Isil ran downstairs.

“There were people sleeping in a bed, but they will not awake. They will sleep in eternal slumber.” She said while laughing.

I carefully opened a door, peering inside I saw the child sleeping quietly on the bed. I put my bardiche against the wall and approached the bed. Looking down I muttered quietly to myself. I brought the bone harvester out from behind my cloak. Without pause I slung it down, disabling his head from his torso. I walked out to find Isil setting fire in the bedroom; I too grabbed torches to set them a blaze. The house was soon coming down.

The last house we came upon proved more pleasing then the others. A large pile of riches sat inside, just past the guard. I brought out my sword but stopped suddenly. I glanced to the slave at my side; sheathing my sword I nodded from her to the guard. Isil ran in, stabbing forward only to be parried. The two were blow for blow, the guard brought the sword close to Isil’s neck, but missed by a hair. Isil came in faster, stabbing and cutting. Before the guard knew what happened in erupted into flames. Isil yelled spells while still attacking. The guard soon fell to his demise.

We walked away from the burning homes, smoke rising to the sky. We had done our job tonight, our job of destruction. We had killed merchants, a school of children, a family, and a lone guard all in the name of The Order of the Ebon Skull.

We stopped just outside Sanctus and we turned to look upon our fine work. People ran about in panic trying to control the fires, trying to tame the power. I smirked slightly and spoke quietly.

“Run in terror fools. The Order of the Ebon Skull is back.”

[Sadira Reflov]

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Sadira returned from her shopping spree to gather things for the Inn. Her spirit was high, even if it had been sometime since she had seen Zarlox.

"Just think Buttercup...soon we will be up for.."

She was cut short as she tripped over something. She sighed as she looked down to examine it. It was a shoe..odd place for such in the middle of the road. Her thoughts when went to a little child running about with one shoe on and one off. She could not help but to smile...as her thoughts eventually drifted to her beloved. Buttercup nudged her to keep going. She continued to walk down the road, but as she got closer to Sanctus..something in her gut was telling her something was wrong. Her pace picked up..and when she her eyes set upon the scene...she felt her stomache turn into knots. She bit her bottem lip as her thoughts went to her friends...her new family. Before she knew it, she ran towards the castle.

"Zarlox! James! Anyone!"

She yelled hoping that her worst fears would not be recognized. Then she saw the bodies...this made her fall to her knees as she got sick. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she managed to crawl towards the bodies. Her eyes desperately searching...for Zarlox. The smoke from the fires making her cough as she tried to cover her mouth to keep from inhaling too much of it. Her anger slowly boiled inside her..as she would see child after child..regaining her own composure...she started looking through the bodies for anyone she may know...seeing little Sally...the one that had helped her pick out flowers..she clenched her fist til her nails dug into her skin. These poor souls, she could do nothing for but give a proper burial. She then went to see if there was anyone left alive that she could give shelter and aide to.
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