Shadow Slayers

Rezza looking on at what began to unfold felt slightly disappointed, but admittedly unsurprised. Grumbling he stood and gave a large stretch before walking into the nearest room and slamming it shut. It was nothing beyond what was expected, another room full of useless extravagance. Walking away from the door he sat himself on the floor with his back to the wall. Having never picked up a hobby in his adult years, and not finding the place for any in his childhood; he did what he would do any day to pass the time. Turning his attention to the wall he simply sat and listened, his ears taking in what was happening in the other room.

(((Pictured: this is trash
not pictured: the useless extravagance.)))

Oxy lowered the remainder of the pudding in his hand sadly and scooted off of the table, his face scrunched up in obvious embarrassment. "He did it first," Oxy pointed towards Kama accusingly. 

Daryn finished her food before she even entered the first room in the hall she came across. When she entered the room it looked to be a servant's quarters, and had already been searched through by what she assumed was the guild who was there before them. Luckily not all the clothes were gone, so she took a slightly tattered brown robe that was long enough to reach mid-thigh. She took off her quiver and her sword's sheath, deciding to tear the rest of her sleeves off to use as bandages she's no doubt need to have later. Along with tearing the rest of her sleeves, she took off her leather elbow pads only to put them back on to continue to protect the skin she had there. She stuffed the cloth in her quiver and took off the armor she wore on her shoulders in order to put on the robe. She redeposited her armor and weapon-holders in their places and found nothing else but unusable trinkets in the room. She exited the room and continued to explore the castle.

Manasa gave a sigh of relief as Ooro had managed to get Oxy off of the table. Seeing as how his mother was absent, Manasa decided to chime in as well. "Oxy, Daryn and Kama weren't being very nice. They were wasting food that other people wanted to eat. Sometimes even adults do bold things." It was hard trying to find the right way to phrase things so that the child could understand without getting upset. She returned to her place setting.

Zerh walked into the familiar castle and couldn't stop himself from snickering. It had been quite some time since he stayed here, locked away in the dungeon. His snickering turned into full blown laughter as he remembered the faces of all the knights and warriors he had killed the day he escaped. But the best face of ll was the kings.

"Oh dear god! Please don't kill me! I'm sorry for what we did! It was for the better of the world! Yakoshi! Archex! Save me, please! Sandor take your spawn back to Hell! Anyone! Help!!!!" Zerah found himself reciting in the middle of his laughing fit.

"But no one came, old man" Zerah chanted, in the same fashion he had done that very day. "I'm sure they found themselves cleaning a loooooooooot of dead fellows heheheh."

Zerah saw the dinner table, but wasn't particularly hungry after eating an entire deer himself last night, so he decided there were a few places he wanted to visit in the old castle.

"I'll be down in my old home, if any of you need me!" He shouted towards the guild as he began marching down the stairs like a stuffy soldier. He kept descending down the spiraling staircase until he reached the dungeon. It was surprisingly clean, probably the work of the other guild Kama had mentioned. Zerah headed to the very back of the dungeon, the last cell. He peered his head inside and giggled. Hay laid in one corner of the room while a bucket lay in the corner adjacent to it. There were chains hanging from the wall, broken open by 'something.' There was almost a sense of nostalgia for Zerah, as this castle HAD been his home for nearly 100 years. Zerah smiled half-heartedly and headed towards another dungeon room, one he was much less fond of. He creaked open the old wooden door and smiled his same, wicked grin he always seemed to have.

"Ah. The good, ole, torture chamber." Zerah said to himself.

Torture devices of all shapes and sizes lay across the room, in a bit more orderly fashion than he initially remembered. Did that other guild really tidy up in HERE too? Zerah shrugged and began walking around, swiping at a couple chains at the ceiling to hear them jangle and letting his hand graze a couple of iron maidens until he finally stumbled across it. The thing he had been looking for this whole time.

"The altar." He whispered, for no reason in particular.

It was a stone slab, raised off the ground, hanging by incredibly strong chains on the ceiling. They had to be strong, what with the amount of thrashing and begging he had done while strapped down to the damn thing. There were strange symbols etched into the slab, that of which Zerah had never gotten to see, since he had been facing the ceiling during his little session attached to the thing. He ran his gargantuan hand across the etchings, feeling every groove in the slab. Something in his blood must have triggered something, for as he did, the etchings began to glow a vibrant magenta, causing Zerah's heart to beat much faster. He had remembered seeing that light, but didn't quite know where it had been coming from the first time he was here. Zerah shuddered a bit, but then shook his head and climbed on top of the slab, sitting down on it. He giggled and stretched his arm so that it made contact with the wall and gave it a firm push. The slab began to swing back and forth, and Zerah let out an almost insane chuckle. He continued to swing on the slab, and began singing to himself,

"Ding dong, that priest is dead~! A bird came down and ate his head~! Ding dong, the priest did well, and now will spend his days in hell~!"

Oxy nodded, seeming to accept this as an answer.

He turned back to Ooro and pumped his fist in the air. "Hide! Hide!" He cried excitedly, waiting for her response. He was bustling with energy to try out the new game.