Path Of Vengeance

[*Krayt]

As Mauric stood in basking in the flames of the great forge. In his delirium the pillar of rising fire formed into leering faces and grasping hands.

He did not notice her at first the dark stony skinned female at his back standing in the shadow he cast. Her black Eyes glimmering in the dark. As she cleared her throat he turned his head. He knew that dark light that darkly shone as bright as a sun. Truely was it not providence that brought her before him? Perfectly fitting his preparations for the realisation of a long woven plan.

She told him how her family had been killed by the lackeys of the Triad. Trhough destruction she would have her revenge. Encouraged to keep that recentment burning. She broke her favoured possession her late fathers sword against the walls of the Armoury as a token of her devotion.From the shattered shards her own token would be forged. The warlock insteucted her to Think of the wrongs wrought against her and hers in every stroke of the hammer pounding the redheated metal. Strong the arm that wielded it. Shrillingly and Heavy both it was the dominating sound surrounding the pair. Like heartbeats beating for revenge ever stronger.

[*MirielKanan]

As Obsidia hammers away her smile widens with each strike. She envisions her enemies with each blow as the metal takes it's shape into a daggers blade. She does this with little to know thought on which shape she gives to the blade only on the thought of how she was going to feel when she finally struck a blow to her enemies. She is so into the thoughts of vengeance and revenge that she barely noticed when the blade was removed from the forge and pinned to her chest. She bows her head to Mauric, a sign of respect. Her time was so close. Everything she had fought for, everything she trained for, had brought her here. She smiles a slick oily smile as she remembers her village in flames at the hands of a Harmonium torch. Vengeance would be hers.