Post by ExlMagician on Nov 2, 2010 8:10:11 GMT -8
Sanguine drips fell with gravity's harsh reality from cold and calloused fingertips. The color stood out from the crags and rubble that it pooled on, slowly becoming a waterfall of staining foreboding for those that would soon to exit from the cave vault below. Fiery orbs, danced in the moon light as Balok traced the lettering of the dwarf kingdom Sor'e, across the broken mountain face. There was a trickle now, streaming from the body, lifeless beside him, to the ground off the rock's edge, and it made a beautiful preface in which to bring eyes from the delicious liquid below, to the art he had spent half the night on.
The first half had been spent, eviscerating the body, removing the organs and intestinal pieces to droop them like a curtain from above, but they reminded the mornequenta of some kind of noxious sausage that one might find the rattles gorging on. Beautiful. Removing the arms was easier, but he'd boned them like ribs served in a tavern, so you could see the mangled joints as well as the curled, nail-less fingers from clawing at the stone to escape. Those had been stabbed to crevasses in the stone face, using them as place markers for the first two corners of the web he was creating. The legs came next, the lower portion of the webs anchor before placing the stump of the dwarf's flayed body in the middle, held against the face with rope attached to each anchor point.
He took care with it, knowing they wouldn't be expecting this guard in until sun up, which gave him the time necessary before they came in search of his presence. With the head, it was particularly special. To make a point the dwarfish would require some particular... accommodations to evoke the emotions that he wanted. First he hacked off what appeared to be a life time supply of hair to the bald, which smelled of beer and rotten meat. And secondly, he took the beard, scalped the bulbous beard right off him. It had a special place, for then they came to take him down. Runes, written in blood by the murdered dwarf, apologizing for his failure, and recanting their god.
He had taken far too much pleasure from that. He'd convinced that ineffectual creature and convinced him that were he to do so, that Balok would leave his body to be found. Alive. He'd only lied about the living aspect, but those few smeared recitations had turned this scrap of a living thing, into a glorious statement to the people below. They would see his message and know that in those last dying moments, he would rather refuse their god, than go to him proudly and willing. Gods, what lies. They all deserved to know. With a snicker, pulling the last few strands of wiry hair free from his blood soaked fingers, he letting them loft onto the pile just below the runes. It had been a few hours now, and it was becoming a sticky mess on his hands, but he cared little and less about that and more than the birds were beginning to await his departure.
Pulling the dark folds of his riding cloak hood, back over his features at the coming light, Balok slipped onto Ren'sial's back and patted his neck with endearing, yet forceful nature, heading off in the direction of his next victims.
{EXIT}
The first half had been spent, eviscerating the body, removing the organs and intestinal pieces to droop them like a curtain from above, but they reminded the mornequenta of some kind of noxious sausage that one might find the rattles gorging on. Beautiful. Removing the arms was easier, but he'd boned them like ribs served in a tavern, so you could see the mangled joints as well as the curled, nail-less fingers from clawing at the stone to escape. Those had been stabbed to crevasses in the stone face, using them as place markers for the first two corners of the web he was creating. The legs came next, the lower portion of the webs anchor before placing the stump of the dwarf's flayed body in the middle, held against the face with rope attached to each anchor point.
He took care with it, knowing they wouldn't be expecting this guard in until sun up, which gave him the time necessary before they came in search of his presence. With the head, it was particularly special. To make a point the dwarfish would require some particular... accommodations to evoke the emotions that he wanted. First he hacked off what appeared to be a life time supply of hair to the bald, which smelled of beer and rotten meat. And secondly, he took the beard, scalped the bulbous beard right off him. It had a special place, for then they came to take him down. Runes, written in blood by the murdered dwarf, apologizing for his failure, and recanting their god.
He had taken far too much pleasure from that. He'd convinced that ineffectual creature and convinced him that were he to do so, that Balok would leave his body to be found. Alive. He'd only lied about the living aspect, but those few smeared recitations had turned this scrap of a living thing, into a glorious statement to the people below. They would see his message and know that in those last dying moments, he would rather refuse their god, than go to him proudly and willing. Gods, what lies. They all deserved to know. With a snicker, pulling the last few strands of wiry hair free from his blood soaked fingers, he letting them loft onto the pile just below the runes. It had been a few hours now, and it was becoming a sticky mess on his hands, but he cared little and less about that and more than the birds were beginning to await his departure.
Pulling the dark folds of his riding cloak hood, back over his features at the coming light, Balok slipped onto Ren'sial's back and patted his neck with endearing, yet forceful nature, heading off in the direction of his next victims.
{EXIT}