12-29-2015, 04:37 PM
The sorcerer made the march back to Darkshire in silence. While he felt a great deal of pleasure at having slain his lessers, the day of nearly constant bloodshed had taken its toll on him, regardless of his status as a ‘prime.’ With the heavy, golden-buckled belt resting over his shoulder, he walked in silence, his mind already moving to Darkshire. A message on his phone told him that the mayor had been overthrown following the assassination of Dobson’s father.
After a few hours of silent walking, Shang found himself back at the gates of the walled city he called ‘home.’ At the sight of a figure approaching the city, the men in the guard house settled crossbows into their firing slots and gazed down at the robed monk.
“Identify yourself!” One of them barked, prompting the sorcerer to sneer as he glanced up to the space above the portcullis.
“Shang Tsung. I should be known around these parts, so you’d be best served to open this gate. I need to speak with Dobson.”
There were no words thrown back at the once-monk. He stood for only a few more moments before the gate started to creak up in front of him. Once it had locked into place, he strode forward and found himself greeted by a group of armed men. One of them, a sergeant based on his insignia, walked forward and gave the sorcerer a salute. “Follow me, Sir.”
For a place with such recent upheaval, the streets of Darkshire seemed relatively… calm, if such a thing was possible in the town. When they came to the town hall structure, Shang was surprised to see that it was patrolled by just a few soldiers, and the stroll through the back hallways as uneventful. After walking the sorcerer to a simple-looking door, the sergeant saluted and dismissed himself back to other duties.
With a grin, Shang stepped through the door and found himself looking into the eyes of Dobson, Atelos, and a mixture of military men and bureaucrats.
“Looks like you had a ripe old time in Camelot,” Atelos remarked upon seeing the gilded belt draped over his associate’s shoulder.
“You could say that,” the sorcerer replied as he walked over to join the group that sat around a small, nondescript table.
After a few hours of silent walking, Shang found himself back at the gates of the walled city he called ‘home.’ At the sight of a figure approaching the city, the men in the guard house settled crossbows into their firing slots and gazed down at the robed monk.
“Identify yourself!” One of them barked, prompting the sorcerer to sneer as he glanced up to the space above the portcullis.
“Shang Tsung. I should be known around these parts, so you’d be best served to open this gate. I need to speak with Dobson.”
There were no words thrown back at the once-monk. He stood for only a few more moments before the gate started to creak up in front of him. Once it had locked into place, he strode forward and found himself greeted by a group of armed men. One of them, a sergeant based on his insignia, walked forward and gave the sorcerer a salute. “Follow me, Sir.”
For a place with such recent upheaval, the streets of Darkshire seemed relatively… calm, if such a thing was possible in the town. When they came to the town hall structure, Shang was surprised to see that it was patrolled by just a few soldiers, and the stroll through the back hallways as uneventful. After walking the sorcerer to a simple-looking door, the sergeant saluted and dismissed himself back to other duties.
With a grin, Shang stepped through the door and found himself looking into the eyes of Dobson, Atelos, and a mixture of military men and bureaucrats.
“Looks like you had a ripe old time in Camelot,” Atelos remarked upon seeing the gilded belt draped over his associate’s shoulder.
“You could say that,” the sorcerer replied as he walked over to join the group that sat around a small, nondescript table.
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