Honor Among The Dead (Closed RP)

Koroza turned to see his fellow general appear beside him without his mount. His comrade explained the situation revolving around the ruins, they lacked many armaments, and very few bodies. Thraxitar was right, the two reaper class undead would have no trouble overwhelming the twenty individuals in the ruins. However, his general seemed focused on following Hecarim's orders to the very last word. This caused The Sadistic Prince to grunt a bit, and shake his head. He still had an idea of how he could spill blood this day, but he would have to separate himself from Thraxitar for that plan to work. However, he had a rather cunning idea to possibly do so.

The undead general glanced over the cover that he was using before looking back to Thraxitar. "I purpose you take your mount and ride around to the opposite side. I'll give you three minutes to ride around, before commencing the harvest. We push the nomads toward the center, and round them all up there. Should they try to escape a different direction, you can ride out and gather any lucky stragglers." With that said he would hoist his axe over his shoulder waiting for his comrade to either take action and follow the plan or protest.

"If I ever need an adviser about my word choice, then I will be sure to find you first." Koroza would hiss, he found his comrades presence intolerable at this very moment and wished to put his plan into action. He would simply nod at Thraxitar's warning about bloodshed, before watching him ride off. The moment his comrade left, Koroza would countdown the time. After three minutes, The Sadastic Prince would begin his approach toward the ruins. The two sentries would approach slowly, and ordered him to halt. They were naturally cautious to outsiders, especially ones that looked rather strange, then again they knew first hand what the lands of Uristan would do to someone. Regardless they approached him with their weapons drawn and at the ready. Koroza came to a halt as they ordered, and they would ask his business. It was here that he would smile, and take one step forward bringing the bottom of the hilt into the closest sentry's stomach. The man gasped as the spike pierced his skin, the blow was not deep, therefore the man would live. However, within moments he began to feel his body freeze up as the toxin took effect.

The other sentry was stunned for a moment to long, and before he could holler a warning he was struck by the flat of Koroza's axe. The blow rendered the man unconscious. Less than a minute later, a scream could be heard, but it was cut short due to same toxin that afflicted the first sentry. Koroza searched the now fleeing peasants, and set his sights on an old man and a younger man who darted off to the right. Yes....the old man would work....he would work quite well.

The nomads would fall into line, perhaps knowing that they were unable to defeat the general in combat, much less outrun him. However, Koroza did not appear in the center, maybe Thraxitar's wish was granted. Suddenly Koroza's voice could be heard from only a short distance away behind a partly ruined wall. "YOU DAMNED OLD FOOL!" he roared, apparently one of these nomads did something to upset him. Once his fury was ignited there was not telling what the Sadistic Prince would do, in fact out of all the Undead loyal to The Ruined King Koroza was perhaps the most likely to fly off the handle and let his anger dictate his action. Koroza stood over a fallen elder of the nomad, whose hand was shaking as he dropped a chunk of ruins looking at the younger man's skull that was caved in from a blow with the chunk of ruins.

"No...I don't...I didn't mea-" The old man began until Koroza snarled at him causing the man to shut his mouth as The Sadistic Prince pressed his boot into the man's chest. To be honest the general did not give a damn what this old man's excuse was, but he did care about the fact that he was interfering with his master's mission. He would look down and give the old man an evil grin, "You have proven yourself a liability and nuisances to my master's mission. The only punishment for such foolishness is....death." With that said the old man began to beg for his life, but they fell on deaf ears, as Koroza rose his axe above his head. There was still time to stop him from disobeying orders, but at this point in time he planned to carry out what he saw a justice.

Koroza began to swing, when he heard his "ally" call him a damn fool, and his axe suddenly was restrained by the chain of his scythe. The Sadistic Prince glared daggers at his comrade, the only fool around here was him, and he would keep his axe firmly in his grip while shouting at the undead who stopped him, "You're the fool here! This peon killed one of his fellow nomads, in an attempt to save himself from capture or wrath. Or perhaps the heat and conditions finally got to him and he embraced the insanity that has always lurked within the depths of his mind! Whatever the case! HE is the problem here and not I!" He doubted that his comrade would believe such words, unless evidence was presented. However, he had his evidence, plenty of evidence by the end of this dispute he was sure that his "ally" would have no choice but to agree with him. They would see who the real fool was by the end of all this!

Koroza's dead face scowled as he was yanked away from the elder nomad. It was a clear cut case, blood was even on the old man's hand from the splatter when he struck the boy with the stone. However, Koroza chose to remain quite as his comrade tried to discover the apparent truth. The old man was about to thank his savior until the other one picked him up, and began to threaten him and interrogate him. The undead general threat seemed to have worked as the elder man began to speak, obviously quite frightened, "Y-ye..no..I...I..I don't know. I had the r-rock, but wh-why would I?" The elderly man trailed off. Did he even know what happened, but he did not seem to recall what occurred exactly. At this Koroza snorted, before reiterating what he had said before.

"The old senile fool did it, I saw it with my two eyes. He picked up the rock there in his madness and struck the boy down. Why you continue to think I'm lying, is because of your hatred of me, Thraxitar. You wouldn't let such a petty thing ruin your oath to the king, would you? After all if this fool snaps anymore than he has, then it will be your fault for not letting me take care of him now." Koroza would say arrogantly, but he would not end there, no there was one last thing he could say. "Though, I suppose you broke your oath once, who is to say that you won't do it again?" He would add with a sly grin growing on his face, that was the one button he knew Thraxitar hated to be pressed. It was a button that Koroza would press every single day in his sadistic manor. He loved to see his comrade squirm with hatred, rage, and bitterness. After all, he could not refute such a statement...unless he did it with force, but he would never put a grudge above the king's mission. He had an oath....




Oh wait.....

"The one who your king trusts obviously." Koroza would reply, "Granted, it has become apparent to me that you are incapable of recognizing the obvious. Otherwise, you would have handed him to me so we could get on with this mission." However, Thraxitar decided that he would be watching over the man, and that the King would decide his fate. The sadistic hunger within Koroza screamed in the undead's general mind, though Koroza's face remained unchanged. That was a good thing about being Undead, you could always hide what you're thinking behind a cold and dead stare. Literally. "I hope your watch is better than your oath and word. Otherwise the punishment shall fall on your head when he kills again."

That would be his last jab before noting the rage in his "comrade's" eyes. The grip on his battle axe tightened and slight grin crossed his face. Yes, such anger...such wrath. It was clear to a man corrupted by the sins of violence, and those eyes promised the most excitement and pleasure that he had seen in years. His legs would bend as he saw the scythe rise toward the air. His mind filled with one thought, 'Take the swing!....Take the swing! Try to kill me! Try to strike me down! Swing.....Swing...SWING SWING DAMN YOU!'

His comrade would not satisfy the desires to exchange blow as he planted the scythe into the wall. The sinful hunger would let out another cry of rage as another chance of satisfaction had passed once again. He would remain silent and allow the old man to walk away with Thraxitar. The old man picked up his pace to match that of the undead general's it was clear that the man did not want to be around Koroza.

As Thraxitar walked away he would hear a section of the ruins shift and crumble. A pile of stone now claimed the spot where the young man's corpse once laid. An improper burial, but it would serve its purpose. Koroza would fall behind the nomad's in back, leaving Thraxitar to lead the rest to their destination. However, in the back of the group.....a scheme would hatch in the mind of the Sadistic Prince.


Someone....would rue this day.