《Origin Point》A2 Chapter 26
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AN: So, still without a preview button, but at least I can now edit the thing. If the format changes back into a standard poem's, like it did yesterday, then just give me a few minutes to fix it.
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"My Lord God, is there a point to any of this?" Asked Brutus after watching those of whom were chosen as my "Messengers" depart, each wearing a garment with which to protect their bodies and minds from most spells and physical blows. Of course, my own abilities were still able to pierce through such barriers, but I did not see a point to even try. "Couldn't we just go out and slaughter the masses with ease?"
"We could, yes, but without proper knowledge of the surrounding kingdoms, we could end up defeated and possibly killed. As to the why of the need for these 'messengers', it is simply to sow the seeds of discontent into the hearts of others. Whereas those of the draconic races will come to us with time, once our performances reaches the ears of those higher than the more common of people." Yes. My explanation was a tad confusing, but it would have to serve its purpose for the time being.
However, "Killed, Master?" Asked Rojaahn, of whom had an oil soaked rag within his left clawed hand, and proceeded to wipe his arms and torso with it, "Such a thing is not possible for we who are stronger than most. Even for you, who exceeds such heights in power which has been used to topple those of whom claimed to be at their peak."
To this flattery towards my person, a chuckle ensued from my lips. "Yes, but within these worlds secreted amongst the Abyss? We have no way of knowing if their strengths equal or are greater than our own. For now, I suggest we use caution. As to do without would only spell doom for us all."
My servants were not pleased with my words, and why should they? We, who are the pinnacle of brutal strength are reduced to sulking around upon this world. Why shouldn't they be upset, when we had breezed through the lesser worlds with ease? Well, in a place where dragons once roamed without fear, surely there are a few which could trouble us down the road?
In any case, we have not seen hide nor hair of the human "god", which could have a variety of meanings. One of which is that it and its little "harem" could have been transported to another part of the continent we were now upon. Or, they could be upon another where they are consolidating their strengths in order to branch out towards the other two.
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Yes. It was a rather disconcerting thought, but I had to shove it aside in preparation of the task at hand. Which was to rescue much of their people from this "slaver".
"San'yuu," I called out to the old Dragonock, of whom was chatting with a young female before his head snapped towards my direction. He then toddled over to my person, whereby asked how he may serve my being. "Do you know of this 'slaver' which comes through the now destroyed city of Freeport?" At his nod, I continued with, "Good, then do you know of the number of guards it keeps about its person and your kind?"
"Forgive me, Lord, but I do not."
"A pity," I muttered, then raised my voice in volume in order to summon those of whom would be journeying with my person towards the city. "Gather up what you are willing to take. For we leave once the day-star has fallen below the horizon.
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This journey towards the ruined city of Freeport would take around a sennight, of which we had taken half of those of whom were chosen to be warriors, as well as the whole of the hunters and assassins. Whereas the priests and mages were left with the rest of them to be subjected to a training session brought on by my servants which were left behind. As they would need to learn how to utilise their abilities before being unleashed to cause whatever havoc they were capable of outside of the forest. As to the rest, many of my servants had to journey with us, as the rest of these draconic creatures did not understand how to utilise their strengths to the fullest. Yes. It was probably best to have left them with the rest of their folk. However, I desired to witness what they are capable of under the stress of seeing their kind being kept behind small cages with eyes full of despair.
In the meantime, those of my Undying who were journeying with us were tasked with training them whilst on the move. Of which meant many of them would gain multiple bruises about their bodies due to their constant beatings and berating. No. I would not help them during this torment, and even took part in the beratings myself.
As for my "apprentices", only Siuun and Umok were brought along with us, whilst San-yuu was kept back because of his age. The girl-child, dressed in a tight fitting garment of leather and silk sat atop my right shoulder whilst Shoriin curled himself about my left wrist in order to keep his body away from the other and her "cuddles from hell". To this, I simply smirked at the pair's antics, whereas Umok lumbered close to my person whilst wearing a draconic armour which seemed to be a second skin of himself.
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Yes. As many would have undoubtedly figured out by such a description, the armour he wore was the same as an Undying's before it transformed into their actual skin. As to why it was given to him? Well, I did not have any other Undying who was unable to form a coherent thought about themselves, and desired to know what would happened during such a process. For you see, the path of an Undying will change a being completely, not just physically.
This also pertains to the mental health of the chosen Undying, as their minds are altered in such a way to only serve my whims. Yes. Most of my Undying have their own thoughts about them, but only because I desire the company of those of whom are able to form opinions upon matters at hand. There are many other beings and deities who have such followers, but prefer the mindless over the mindful. Why they desire such servants is beyond my own mind, as those have a much shorter lifespan than my own.
In other words, I prefer quality over quantity.
Now, even though I partook in the beratings of the warriors, I did not pay much attention to them and their daily regiment. Instead, I simply spoke to my apprentices about what I desired of them, whilst plying a mental enchantment of increased intelligence to Umok. This helped him to somewhat form a cohesive thought, but he was still far too dull even by our Ogre's standards.
"Any better?" Asked Siuun, as she pat the Draconian's head a few times from the perch of my shoulder. In response to such a query, he blinked a few times in her general direction before allowing it to wander aimlessly towards a small copse of trees. Whereby his entire body shifted, as he sprinted towards something only he noticed at the time. Upon his return and within his grasp was a struggling creature with a brown hide-like skin and branch-like horns sprouting from its skull.
"Food," was all he said, before ripping of the creature's head and tearing into its flesh.
"Ew," squealed the girl-child, of whom appeared to have a few of her scales change to the colour of a sickly green. It was rather interesting, to be sure. Here was a girl-child of whom took to stabbing the body of a Kin with ease, and yet she was disgusted by Umok's eating habits.
In any case, I simply had him finish his meal before returning to my side, as the rest of the "army" was resuming their march onwards towards the general area of Freeport.
"Do you understand what it is I expect of you both?" My voice shook the ground beneath our clawed feet, of which caused many to stare about as though searching for an enemy, before being told to stop searching and resume whatever it was they were told to do beforehand.
This question was voiced to my apprentices once the Draconian approached us after finishing his meal. To which he simply stayed quiet whilst the girl-child shook her scaled head slowly. "Then allow my person to repeat once more. You both, as well as San'yuu, will be traversing the same paths as I have taken. Which means you will be needing to subject others to torture, and instigate others in the violation and abuse of the various races whilst bearing in mind of your own person."
Siuun's eyes widened until they were much larger than they should be, whereas the other simply glanced towards my general direction. Within his eyes, I believed I saw a spark of something within them. We shall see if he takes to this torture as well as I did, whereas the smaller of the two will be forced until she breaks and is able to be molded into whatever I desired. Yes. She was still a child at that time, and yes, I did have my rules and morals when it came to children. However, she was simply a means to an end, and if her use had dried up, then I would simply toss her aside as though she were a dried out wineskin.
As I finished my small speech, we were approached by one of my Undying. Of whom was of a skeletal human with four arms, who bore a message written within a scroll of parchment. Once I unfurled it and read it several times, a snarl appeared upon my lips which quickly vanished into a brooding glower. "It seems there will be more trouble than a mere slaver's caravan," my voice was a soft thunder, but was still strong enough to shake the earth once more.
Upon my words, my bone staff appeared within my grasp, and was used to slam its base into the ground just as Umok took hold of Siuun. This action startled the girl-child, of whom opened her small maw to ask a question, until she noticed a large portal opening before their very eyes. From the portal came the stone creature called Gahn, as well as Brutus with a great host of ghostly skeletons. Both of which simply fell in step next to my person.
With my right clawed hand, I forced it to become skeletal, as I plunged it deep within the body of Gahn. Of whom appeared to receive it with glee, as my acidic poisons filled his entirety. "Show me," my voice thundered around us as my eyes glowed a fierce crimson, of which startled the draconic folk, "Show me this land and the problems we will face."
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