Lost Legacy
Lusting for the Dark
- Joined
- Feb 1, 2010
- Location
- Teetering on the Edge
The rain was drenching the woods in which Cabal had set his men up in wait. Pouring dribbling of his black hat he awaited. He ordered his men to put their masks on as he did so himself. This served two purposes. The most noticeable was so none could tell who was who unless captured or killed themselves. But the Cabal had these masks made specifically for their second purpose. They were made of fine silver making the face look that of a screaming demon. All exactly the same as were the men's clothing, black trench coats with thick black cotton shirts. To add to the effect the men were ruffly the same size and weight. This inspired fear and fear led to confusion and confusion led to dominance.
In life dominance was key. Everything required dominance if it was to survive. Cabal gave the signal to ready the weapons and hide as the mark approached the ambush unknowingly. Not only did it have many slaves that would sell well on the market but a rather nice collection of coins and trinkets.
Cabal crouched down, ready to pounce as soon as the caravan was stuck right in the middle of the ambush. He waited till the absolute last moment then gave the signal. Two arrows pierced the caravan leaders heart as a net came up from the ground behind the group. There would be no escape.
In life dominance was key. Everything required dominance if it was to survive. Cabal gave the signal to ready the weapons and hide as the mark approached the ambush unknowingly. Not only did it have many slaves that would sell well on the market but a rather nice collection of coins and trinkets.
Cabal crouched down, ready to pounce as soon as the caravan was stuck right in the middle of the ambush. He waited till the absolute last moment then gave the signal. Two arrows pierced the caravan leaders heart as a net came up from the ground behind the group. There would be no escape.