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It had been a few years since they had first met the pale faced man. At first they worked on building up their base - the Yogcave - Then moved on to adventure around a bit. On one of their adventures, Israphel had pointed out a strange bridge, which Xephos remembered seeing before. Ovcourse, Honeydew dismissed this as him trying to act like he had seen it before. The bridge ended up leading to Terrorvale, where the suposid son of the man who trapped Israphel in the nether lived. Israphel gave an angry look to the village, and warned them to stay away from it, who knows what they would do if they found out he was back. This gave Xephos and Honeydew an idea, and a few minutes later, Israphel was smirking from atop a hill, watching the burning remains of the village. He turned to his friends, who snickered as they held TNT and a flint and steel in their hands. He gave a small smile, and saw the malice in the spacemans eyes from what he had just done. Though, Honeydew still gave an excited look, it was also mixed with guilt for what he had done, trapping the people inside their homes as they burned. Israphel told them once again what the old man's father, the son named Peculiar, had done to him, and even admitted that his own father was down in that village, in the church. He told that the years had drove him mad, and that when he was younger his father used to beat him, and torment him, and that he even helped to drive him away and into the portal. Honeydew seemed more at ease with what he'd done after that, and turned to his other friend, who gave a little smirk as he watched the flames. If Xephos was alright with what they had done, it couldn't have been that bad. Could it?
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It hadn't taken as long as he had thought, Verigan had fallen pretty quickly, stabbed through the chest in the fountain outside his castle, where the water now ran rupee with his blood. The carnies had all died in their tents, suffocated by the sand that now surrounded and cascaded over everything but the castle. Minstral had been burnt down a short time after Terrorvale had, even if the Skylords put up a damn good fight. There was one Skylord - Lysander - who they took hostage and kept at the castle, tormenting him and experimenting on him in different ways. The bay was used as a means of spreading the sand, as soon as the sand that they stached on the boats touched the sand across the seas, it was tainted and quickly began to grow and spread. The dwarf city and skyhold had both been taken over, the first by zombie dwarves, who fed on their kins remains, and the latter, by vampires, all lead by Vitali. Inbetween was a small hunting ground, where creatures spawned and the two races could go and feast without having to come up and possibly attack the caslte in search for food.
All was well as Israphel sat in the throne room, watching the big wooden doors that sat in front of him. The spaceman entered a few moments later. He looked a lot rougher and tougher now, his brunnete hair came down to his shoulders and was tied back into a ponytail. His blue eyes shone their same normal and tranquil blue, but underneath they were rimmed black. And even though they were a calming blue, seeing that same colour as you were dying was the worst thing to see. It meant that you were dead for sure. His jacket was longer and trailed at his ankles, gold rimmed and a deep red colour. Underneathe he wore a white shirt and his trousers were black, his shoes pointed and thin. His beard was still well shaven and gave his whole scruffy look a tad bit of elegance.
"Sorry im late." He said, his voice deeper and rougher. "Had a bit of bother with the dwarves again. They're requesting more mining facilities." He walked forward towards Israphel.
"They just got new caves. They're not even supposed to be mining too much. They could collapse the sand like the other month."
"That's what I told them. I said, they'll have to wait until we decide to build more. Though, I get the feeling that's not what you wanted to talk about."
"Indeed."
"You sound annoyed friend." Xephos sat on the arm of his own throne, one leg up casualy as he awaited what Israphel had to say.
The pale faced man sat forward and tapped on his knee with his fingers.
"It's about Honeydew."
Xephos gained a look of sudden interest and brought his leg down, folding his arm and raising an eyebrow.
"You're a good soldier Xephos. You're smart and cunning and fast. You see no wrong in what you are doing. I respect you as a person and a fighter." He stated as he stood and walked around in front of the thrones. "However... Honeydew... is not nearly as loyal as yourself. I know he wants to be doing good, helping us. But, the look on his face when he kills someone. His heart isn't in there at all." He turned to face the spaceman, who looked into his eyes, blue into red. "Don't get me wrong, he's a good fighter, a valiant soldier and a close friend... but I cant help but wonder or how much longer? That look will not go away, his feelings about hurting people just wont change. In your eyes, I see hatred for those who have wronged us, a longing to see flames, a will to kill whoever stands in our way to power. You crave power Xephos." He turned and continued pacing. "In Honeydew's eyes I see guilt, we cannot have guilt on our side. He does not wish to be on our side. And soon, he will try and rise up against us-"
"Wit just a minute." Xephos said, half raising a hand to Israphel. "Just, wait." He pinched the bridge of his nose and waited a moment before speaking. "Are you telling me, that Honeydew would turn against us? Is that seriously what you're saying?"
"Yes. He will. You know it too, I know you do. Think back to Terrorvale. To the look he gave us both, a look of guilt as you smiled as the flames burned. What did that look tell you?"
"..." Xephos looked down.
"You understand what you have to do?"
"I'll have it done by nightfall." and with that, the spaceman stood, and walked back through the big wooden doors. A want for bloodlust coursed through his veins, the only thing that kept him moving towards Honeydew's room. If that lust wasn't there, he probably would have crumpled up outside the throne room, his legs feeling weak. But no, the want for blood was always there, its what kept him fighting... its what made him enjoy killing. He stalked to Honeydew's room slowly, for there was no rush. He continued to the room, unheeding his trusted diamond sword from its sheaf on his back. As he went to open the door, his dwarven friends voice came form behind.
"Xeph? What are you doing?"
The spaceman slowly turned, looked at his friend and raised his sword slightly, tears as bright as his eyes forming and trailing down his face, splashing onto the floor as everything fell silent.
"Forgive me friend..." Was all he could manage to whisper.
And the deed... was done.

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It had been a few years since they had first met the pale faced man. At first they worked on building up their base - the Yogcave - Then moved on to adventure around a bit. On one of their adventures, Israphel had pointed out a strange bridge, which Xephos remembered seeing before. Ovcourse, Honeydew dismissed this as him trying to act like he had seen it before. The bridge ended up leading to Terrorvale, where the suposid son of the man who trapped Israphel in the nether lived. Israphel gave an angry look to the village, and warned them to stay away from it, who knows what they would do if they found out he was back. This gave Xephos and Honeydew an idea, and a few minutes later, Israphel was smirking from atop a hill, watching the burning remains of the village. He turned to his friends, who snickered as they held TNT and a flint and steel in their hands. He gave a small smile, and saw the malice in the spacemans eyes from what he had just done. Though, Honeydew still gave an excited look, it was also mixed with guilt for what he had done, trapping the people inside their homes as they burned. Israphel told them once again what the old man's father, the son named Peculiar, had done to him, and even admitted that his own father was down in that village, in the church. He told that the years had drove him mad, and that when he was younger his father used to beat him, and torment him, and that he even helped to drive him away and into the portal. Honeydew seemed more at ease with what he'd done after that, and turned to his other friend, who gave a little smirk as he watched the flames. If Xephos was alright with what they had done, it couldn't have been that bad. Could it?
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It hadn't taken as long as he had thought, Verigan had fallen pretty quickly, stabbed through the chest in the fountain outside his castle, where the water now ran rupee with his blood. The carnies had all died in their tents, suffocated by the sand that now surrounded and cascaded over everything but the castle. Minstral had been burnt down a short time after Terrorvale had, even if the Skylords put up a damn good fight. There was one Skylord - Lysander - who they took hostage and kept at the castle, tormenting him and experimenting on him in different ways. The bay was used as a means of spreading the sand, as soon as the sand that they stached on the boats touched the sand across the seas, it was tainted and quickly began to grow and spread. The dwarf city and skyhold had both been taken over, the first by zombie dwarves, who fed on their kins remains, and the latter, by vampires, all lead by Vitali. Inbetween was a small hunting ground, where creatures spawned and the two races could go and feast without having to come up and possibly attack the caslte in search for food.
All was well as Israphel sat in the throne room, watching the big wooden doors that sat in front of him. The spaceman entered a few moments later. He looked a lot rougher and tougher now, his brunnete hair came down to his shoulders and was tied back into a ponytail. His blue eyes shone their same normal and tranquil blue, but underneath they were rimmed black. And even though they were a calming blue, seeing that same colour as you were dying was the worst thing to see. It meant that you were dead for sure. His jacket was longer and trailed at his ankles, gold rimmed and a deep red colour. Underneathe he wore a white shirt and his trousers were black, his shoes pointed and thin. His beard was still well shaven and gave his whole scruffy look a tad bit of elegance.
"Sorry im late." He said, his voice deeper and rougher. "Had a bit of bother with the dwarves again. They're requesting more mining facilities." He walked forward towards Israphel.
"They just got new caves. They're not even supposed to be mining too much. They could collapse the sand like the other month."
"That's what I told them. I said, they'll have to wait until we decide to build more. Though, I get the feeling that's not what you wanted to talk about."
"Indeed."
"You sound annoyed friend." Xephos sat on the arm of his own throne, one leg up casualy as he awaited what Israphel had to say.
The pale faced man sat forward and tapped on his knee with his fingers.
"It's about Honeydew."
Xephos gained a look of sudden interest and brought his leg down, folding his arm and raising an eyebrow.
"You're a good soldier Xephos. You're smart and cunning and fast. You see no wrong in what you are doing. I respect you as a person and a fighter." He stated as he stood and walked around in front of the thrones. "However... Honeydew... is not nearly as loyal as yourself. I know he wants to be doing good, helping us. But, the look on his face when he kills someone. His heart isn't in there at all." He turned to face the spaceman, who looked into his eyes, blue into red. "Don't get me wrong, he's a good fighter, a valiant soldier and a close friend... but I cant help but wonder or how much longer? That look will not go away, his feelings about hurting people just wont change. In your eyes, I see hatred for those who have wronged us, a longing to see flames, a will to kill whoever stands in our way to power. You crave power Xephos." He turned and continued pacing. "In Honeydew's eyes I see guilt, we cannot have guilt on our side. He does not wish to be on our side. And soon, he will try and rise up against us-"
"Wit just a minute." Xephos said, half raising a hand to Israphel. "Just, wait." He pinched the bridge of his nose and waited a moment before speaking. "Are you telling me, that Honeydew would turn against us? Is that seriously what you're saying?"
"Yes. He will. You know it too, I know you do. Think back to Terrorvale. To the look he gave us both, a look of guilt as you smiled as the flames burned. What did that look tell you?"
"..." Xephos looked down.
"You understand what you have to do?"
"I'll have it done by nightfall." and with that, the spaceman stood, and walked back through the big wooden doors. A want for bloodlust coursed through his veins, the only thing that kept him moving towards Honeydew's room. If that lust wasn't there, he probably would have crumpled up outside the throne room, his legs feeling weak. But no, the want for blood was always there, its what kept him fighting... its what made him enjoy killing. He stalked to Honeydew's room slowly, for there was no rush. He continued to the room, unheeding his trusted diamond sword from its sheaf on his back. As he went to open the door, his dwarven friends voice came form behind.
"Xeph? What are you doing?"
The spaceman slowly turned, looked at his friend and raised his sword slightly, tears as bright as his eyes forming and trailing down his face, splashing onto the floor as everything fell silent.
"Forgive me friend..." Was all he could manage to whisper.
And the deed... was done.