Malhaviks Battle Report
Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 8:38 pm
Malhavik approached the message board with his demon companion trailing a few paces behind.
"Would you post my report for me dear?", whispered Malhavik quietly. The demoness new her master well enough to know his mannerisms were a mask. Something darker than even her hid behind his gentle, hollow voice.
With one lithe hand the demon reached into a grimy satchel attached at her waist, and withdrew what looked to be a roll of pinkish - white hide yet to be tanned. The smell while putrid, caused her stomach to growl.
Human was her favorite meal.
She unfurled the still bloody skin roll and slapped it against the message board. With her remaining four hands she pushed rusted nails into the corners of the skin to hold it in place.
Malhavik gently nudged his beautiful and terrifying servant aside, and began whispering sinister sounding words from a lost daemon language.
The streaks of blood on the skin began to quiver and run, forming crude words in Gutterspeak as Malhavik looked upon it.
"Master, I don't believe all of the grim can speak that dialect" remarked Shazriah.
Malhavik grinned. "Look again dear, the words reform to suit who gazes upon it."
To her mild astonishment, the blood forming words indeed bent and twisted into her own demonic language.
"Most useful master."
With the report posted the two begin to head out of the Guild Hall.
The report reads as followed:
((Will post the report once I'm home from work))
"Would you post my report for me dear?", whispered Malhavik quietly. The demoness new her master well enough to know his mannerisms were a mask. Something darker than even her hid behind his gentle, hollow voice.
With one lithe hand the demon reached into a grimy satchel attached at her waist, and withdrew what looked to be a roll of pinkish - white hide yet to be tanned. The smell while putrid, caused her stomach to growl.
Human was her favorite meal.
She unfurled the still bloody skin roll and slapped it against the message board. With her remaining four hands she pushed rusted nails into the corners of the skin to hold it in place.
Malhavik gently nudged his beautiful and terrifying servant aside, and began whispering sinister sounding words from a lost daemon language.
The streaks of blood on the skin began to quiver and run, forming crude words in Gutterspeak as Malhavik looked upon it.
"Master, I don't believe all of the grim can speak that dialect" remarked Shazriah.
Malhavik grinned. "Look again dear, the words reform to suit who gazes upon it."
To her mild astonishment, the blood forming words indeed bent and twisted into her own demonic language.
"Most useful master."
With the report posted the two begin to head out of the Guild Hall.
The report reads as followed:
((Will post the report once I'm home from work))