~In Nardarnia~
It was a dark night in the village of Nardarnia, a small folk village on outskirts of the Forsaken Lands. The full ivory moon shined brightly in the night sky as little stars twinkled around it and dark cloud crept across the canvas of The Almighty's work. In the village people were gathering for a Shadow's Night festival and everyone was in high in spirits. Women and children spent the whole day making masks and decorations. Each and everyone of them excited for the night's festivities as the woman came together to gossip and the children fooled around and played all day. As the men started coming home from relaxed days at work they would either assist their wives and mothers or drink. When the night fell, the whole village was in an absolute frenzy, no one could wait for the biggest celebration of the year. Musical Bands from all over the Oukoku Seken came to perform that night, along with circus acts and numerous other famous names in the area. Even Jinsoku Fuzen, the newly appointed Dark Lord was rumored to be their that night to give a speech and buy everyone a bottle of whiskey. Most if not all the people their were excited for that part of the day. Although he had just be made their ruler, each and everyone of them loved, respected, and feared him. He was their liberator from their previous oppressive Dark Lord. Many thought that the highlight of the night would no doubt be his arrival.
~Meanwhile in the Dark Lord's Lair~
Loud screams of pure torture and agony could be heard from the dungeon of the lord's lair. The monstrous growls shook the souls of all who heard them. The source of these disruptive noises was no other then the dark lord himself. His most loyal servants watched him as he was locked behind reinforced bars that he himself ordered them to place him in. Jinsoku squirmed on the hard stone floor as he appeared to be in the most pain he had ever been in his entire life. He screamed and jumped around frantically like he was being exorcised. The pain that he was in was unbearable even for someone as powerful as he. Jinsoku was wearing a long sleeved three-button up black thermal and loosely fit black jeans. His jet black hair partially covered his face has he rested his left check on the cold stone floor. He was breathing hard and his gasps for air echoed in his dungeon cell. The excruciating pain was making him Jinsoku feel like he was being eaten from the inside out. He grabbed both sides of the collar of his shirt as he ripped and tugged the rugged garment apart like a leaf, exposing his bare bronze skin and the glyphs that covered his body and appeared as tribal tattoos. He groaned and moaned as his servants observed him and pondered what could be wrong.
It was a dark night in the village of Nardarnia, a small folk village on outskirts of the Forsaken Lands. The full ivory moon shined brightly in the night sky as little stars twinkled around it and dark cloud crept across the canvas of The Almighty's work. In the village people were gathering for a Shadow's Night festival and everyone was in high in spirits. Women and children spent the whole day making masks and decorations. Each and everyone of them excited for the night's festivities as the woman came together to gossip and the children fooled around and played all day. As the men started coming home from relaxed days at work they would either assist their wives and mothers or drink. When the night fell, the whole village was in an absolute frenzy, no one could wait for the biggest celebration of the year. Musical Bands from all over the Oukoku Seken came to perform that night, along with circus acts and numerous other famous names in the area. Even Jinsoku Fuzen, the newly appointed Dark Lord was rumored to be their that night to give a speech and buy everyone a bottle of whiskey. Most if not all the people their were excited for that part of the day. Although he had just be made their ruler, each and everyone of them loved, respected, and feared him. He was their liberator from their previous oppressive Dark Lord. Many thought that the highlight of the night would no doubt be his arrival.
~Meanwhile in the Dark Lord's Lair~
Loud screams of pure torture and agony could be heard from the dungeon of the lord's lair. The monstrous growls shook the souls of all who heard them. The source of these disruptive noises was no other then the dark lord himself. His most loyal servants watched him as he was locked behind reinforced bars that he himself ordered them to place him in. Jinsoku squirmed on the hard stone floor as he appeared to be in the most pain he had ever been in his entire life. He screamed and jumped around frantically like he was being exorcised. The pain that he was in was unbearable even for someone as powerful as he. Jinsoku was wearing a long sleeved three-button up black thermal and loosely fit black jeans. His jet black hair partially covered his face has he rested his left check on the cold stone floor. He was breathing hard and his gasps for air echoed in his dungeon cell. The excruciating pain was making him Jinsoku feel like he was being eaten from the inside out. He grabbed both sides of the collar of his shirt as he ripped and tugged the rugged garment apart like a leaf, exposing his bare bronze skin and the glyphs that covered his body and appeared as tribal tattoos. He groaned and moaned as his servants observed him and pondered what could be wrong.
