Twisted World
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
1,698
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0
Recommended:
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Original work of fiction by author, resemblence to other works/authors characters and people living/dead purely coincidental. No copying please. REVIEW PLEASE - so many have read but not commented.
13 Third Isle Front
The Island Board was in turmoil. Third island was near flat, conical with the long sloping hill at the centre, like an egg fried on a stone. Few defenders had made it to the Third, and had watched dismayed at the invaders nearly chased them to the shore. The flyers had defeated themselves, slowly going mad as each was ‘infected’ by their own kin and no new blood was found to slake the thirst that the infection raised. The few remaining were kept under lock and key in isolation, still fed and watered but keeping the infection to themselves until it ran its course.
Klem had called for order. The First Minister was all but a wreck and most now looked to Klem for guidance and what little hope there was. He was curiously upbeat for once. The Third Isle was home to one people of magical mind reading abilities - Klem wanted to know if this could be turned to mind MANIPULATION. This could be helpful to the Islands defence AND to his master if he played the situation right. He had no magical talent of his own, his talent was for sheer manipulation in all its forms. He was a master of deceit. With a little help from Overlord he could deceive these fools too.
Klem was not so happy with the ‘help’ when he had tentatively spoken of such at the next report. The huge figure had laughed and beckoned with a finger to place the crystal in his mouth. The pain had been indescribable and Klem had immediately (and thankfully) fainted. When he came to his senses the crystal was dead, but he heard an echoing voice in his head.
‘I have given you something of me, Klem, this will enable me to know as you know and hide your thoughts. I will require this back when we meet at Overland.’
“My Lord?” he whispered in awe.
‘Speak not, THINK, and I shall know.’
‘My Lord is TRULY powerful. I am afraid …’
Laughter rang at the back of his mind. ‘Fear is for fools, Klem. Use it well. Verily, I AM all powerful!’
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Klem worked tirelessly, finding the voice with suggestions a pleasing ally and energy source when necessary. And so the Ones from whom Nought Could Be Hidden found themselves deceived as had the flyers. And as Klem wished, those who ‘knew’ the fight was doomed followed the Board as willingly it seemed as those who fervently fought for continued freedom.
The fighting was still severe, as magic clashed with magic and casualties rose high on both sides. Lucard’s force laughed, jeering, as the even fewer vessels disappeared on the horizon to Second Isle. The bridge had been taken down even as the invaders had set foot on the far shore!
The campaign was becoming a swift rout. The land had not been scorched, there was little to scorch. And the bodies, left or buried, were swiftly turned to meat for the rabble who now enjoyed the delicacy of roasted flesh regardless of what creature it came from.
Klem had called for order. The First Minister was all but a wreck and most now looked to Klem for guidance and what little hope there was. He was curiously upbeat for once. The Third Isle was home to one people of magical mind reading abilities - Klem wanted to know if this could be turned to mind MANIPULATION. This could be helpful to the Islands defence AND to his master if he played the situation right. He had no magical talent of his own, his talent was for sheer manipulation in all its forms. He was a master of deceit. With a little help from Overlord he could deceive these fools too.
Klem was not so happy with the ‘help’ when he had tentatively spoken of such at the next report. The huge figure had laughed and beckoned with a finger to place the crystal in his mouth. The pain had been indescribable and Klem had immediately (and thankfully) fainted. When he came to his senses the crystal was dead, but he heard an echoing voice in his head.
‘I have given you something of me, Klem, this will enable me to know as you know and hide your thoughts. I will require this back when we meet at Overland.’
“My Lord?” he whispered in awe.
‘Speak not, THINK, and I shall know.’
‘My Lord is TRULY powerful. I am afraid …’
Laughter rang at the back of his mind. ‘Fear is for fools, Klem. Use it well. Verily, I AM all powerful!’
………………………………………………………………………………………..
Klem worked tirelessly, finding the voice with suggestions a pleasing ally and energy source when necessary. And so the Ones from whom Nought Could Be Hidden found themselves deceived as had the flyers. And as Klem wished, those who ‘knew’ the fight was doomed followed the Board as willingly it seemed as those who fervently fought for continued freedom.
The fighting was still severe, as magic clashed with magic and casualties rose high on both sides. Lucard’s force laughed, jeering, as the even fewer vessels disappeared on the horizon to Second Isle. The bridge had been taken down even as the invaders had set foot on the far shore!
The campaign was becoming a swift rout. The land had not been scorched, there was little to scorch. And the bodies, left or buried, were swiftly turned to meat for the rabble who now enjoyed the delicacy of roasted flesh regardless of what creature it came from.