Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20170918045932

"Please, I beg of you, have mercy on us, have mercy..."

Those were the last whispers of Tribe Elder Mojanco, he led his tribe of zebras honorably for as long as he can remember. His father led them, and his father before him. The zebra tribe lived in harmony for dozens of generations. Sadly, this did not  prevent the atrocity that occured on this day.

Inheritor produced a loud whistle as it swung downards, removing the elder's head from his shoulders. His lifeless eyes were filled with terror and fear, as it rolled down the hillside. It was as if even the dead wished to escape from the Empress' grasp.

The Empres wore a wide grin on her blood-spattered face, hoisting her longsword up once more. And pointing to the next prisoner, A mother, clutching her newborn baby close to her breast. She yelled and fought valiantly, but all was in vain, as the Ostoran Soldiers yanked her baby from her, and sent her to the chopping block...

The mother's protests could barely be heard over the gut-wrenching screams that eminated from the dozens of burning pyres that littered the village. The soldiers bestowed the women and elders with a quick death, delivered by Inheritor's blade. The men of the tribe were not so fortunate.

Empress Akata, her name was a horrifying omen in itself, has sentenced all tribal warriors to, as she calls it, purification by fire. Those who fought back were strapped to a pire and burned to death. The stench of burning flesh permeated the village, instilling a sense of uncomparable dread in all those who witnessed this atrocity...

All except for Akata. She was instilled with complete joy and excitement, the stench of cooked flesh was incense, and the blood that she spilled was fine red wine. She frightened her soldiers to an extent, too. They shivered every time they presented her with a new prisoner, fearing the sick plans that Akata had in store for her captives...

The newborn was rossed into a large iron cave, filled with the tribe's younglings, all under the age of maturity. Those who matured were instantly sentenced to death...

"I promised them blood." Akata whispered to herself, wiping the blood off her blade. "String her up from her legs."

The woman screamed, fearing for her life. She was silenced with a good whack from the blunt end of one of the Soldiers' handgonnes. They tied her legs with thick rope, and hung her upside down from a lamp post....

Akata scowled at the woman, feeling a sense of unhinged rage. She drove her blade into the zebra's belly, and dragged the blade downwards, before yanking it out. the zebra's innards writhed and spurted out from the gargantuan cut, disembowling the mother alive. Her screams turned to groans, and groans turned to silent agony, as her life slowy drifted away from her defiled body. "It's a girl!" Akata cackled and laughed like a hyeena, clearly viewing the execution as a horrid parody of childbirth.

The captives wailed and wept upon witnessing such a horror, shielding thier little ones' eyes, in a vain attempt to preserve their innocense. The captives were rounded in the village square. They instinctively hudddled close to one another, but this barbaric instinct wouldn't save them from what comes next.

Akata raised her blade to the sky. And the soldiers understood her order. Dozens of men pointed thier unusual spears at the crowd. The zebras knew not what those things were. They were spears, with hollow cylinders in the place of a regular spearhead. For each man who wielded this unusual spear, there was another man who held a long wick, which they constantly blowed to keep alight.

The zebras's confusion was stifled by their terror, they held their loved ones close, embracing them for the final time....

Akata brought her blade down, and a cascade of thunderous booms littered the air as small round balls of metal flew into the crowd of zebras. rending their flesh and puncturing thier bodies. The zebras dropped all at once. There were no survivors.

The men were strapped to pyres and burnt alive. The elder had his head severed from his shoulders, and the women and pubescent children were mowed down by the thunder that the Ostoran soldiers wielded.

The ancient zebra tribe,  which stood strong for over a thousand years, stood no more... And across the island, the sound of thunder and lightning, loud booms that cracked like a whip, were heard...

The Empress had formally introduced herself to the tribespeople of Linaymena...