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Prove Your Worth; Easy Quest (Complete)
Topic Started: Nov 7 2011, 10:34 AM (139 Views)
largent
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Prove Your Worth

Difficulty: Easy

Description:
The only master on Planet Frieza, Frost, is very picky about whom he trains. His mission for you is to travel to the underground encampment of Ignus and murder three aliens who stay in the Lawe Inn. If you do this for him, Frost will deem you evil enough to be trained.

Reward: +400 zeni, +2 DP, +10 all stats, +2 Rp Credits

Bonus: +20 all stats, -3 Alignment

Available: Yes
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Standing slowly, King Cold's eyes full of fury and rage.

Denied Further Training with his master until he proves his worth as a member of the Changeling Race, as well as his cold, vile blackness of his heart. Raising the hood on his cloak, the Changeling King turns and takes a few steps towards the door of the spartanly decorated hovel Frost uses to train his pupils, "I will return with their blood upon my hands."

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Hours Later, King Cold sits quietly at a dark table in the dining area of the Lawe Inn, observing the comings and goings off his targets. Vaes, Lorak, and Maegor. So far only Maegor and Vaes have shown themselves in the Inn tonight.

Pondering, on whether or not he should kill all three men at once, or if he should kill each one individually, he finally decided he would combine the best of both worlds. He would kidnap all 3 men, and torture them as the other two watched. That thought made him wonder if the men actually knew each other, and if so, just how well.

As Vaes made a move towards the stairway leading up to the rows of rooms, King Cold slid slowly to the edge of his chair, hanging back just far enough to not be noticed. Fingering the lengths of sturdy cloth he had stashed within the folds of his robe, preparing one for quick use, King Cold stalked quietly along the walls, or as near as the furniture in the room would allow, as he made his way to the staircase. Nearing the top, he peeked his head up, and noted the room that his adversary was entering. As the form of his target disappeared inside the door, King Cold sprinted full speed to the door slipping into the room behind his target.

Startled, the man opened his mouth to yell, but his attacker was faster than his vocal chords and had inserted a balled up length of cloth into his mouth at the same time landed a devastating blow to the aliens stomach, doubling him over in pain.

"Your time is up."

Subduing his adversary was not enough, King Cold tied another length of cloth around the man's mouth, to hold the first piece inside, then drag the heavily breathing alien to the foot of the bed in the room, lashing his arms to the bed posts with two more lengths of cloth, once again produced from the folds of his cloak. The alien known as Vaes sat at the foot of his bed, tied up, crucifixion style.

"Gghg ggh hkk," the aliens tone of voice made it obvious the words were a question. King Cold assumed that it was the only question, a man in his position could be asking, 'Who are you,' so he responded appropriately. "I am the Dark Lord. The Demon of the Darkness. What I am to you, there are many names for it, but in the simplest form, I am DEATH." The alien jerked at his bindings, defiant, yelling unintelligible things at his captor, after nearly a minute of this, the Vaes' defiance dissolved into apparent indifference, although King Cold suspected that the man was actually experiencing the 'Bargaining' phase, a phase of impending death when the victim did everything in their power to bargain for their life. Waiting long enough, however, the Changeling King was greeted with the tell tale look in his foes eyes. Fear. The man had realized he was doomed, and as soon as the realization hit him, so too did the smell. The smell of mingled, fresh urine and feces. The man on the floor in front of him had vacated his bladder and bowels in pure fear for his life. Smirking, King Cold licked the aliens face, "Mmmm, I love the taste of Fear, I will be back shortly. Don't you go anywhere now. If you're lucky, you'll have company when I do."

As he opened the door to the room slowly, the Changeling caught a glimpse of the missing target, the man he had not seen in the room downstairs. Closing the door behind him, King Cold slipped into the hallway. Out of strips of cloth, he was forced to change up his tactics. Waiting until the other man, who was actually noticeably larger than the first alien he had subdued, walked past and naturally turning his back, the changeling leapt down the hallway and put the full force of his body and energy behind a single punch to the base of the creatures skull. The whiplash effect was enough to cause the man to blackout.

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As the Lorak came to, he tried to look around, but quickly realized he could not see anything, naturally he assumed it was dark in his room. As he tried to move his body to roll over he realized he was not in his bed, but on the floor. Then the voice made his head pound, "Lorak, Stop moving."

"Who are you? What's going on? Where am I," After a brief pause and getting a good whiff of the air in the room he was in, "What is that stench?"

King Cold rolled his eyes at no one in particular, Lorak could not see because he was blindfolded with strips of cloth torn from the blanket in the room that Vaes was tied up in. Removing the blindfold, King Cold moved it, turning it into a gag, "The only sounds I want to hear from you, are your death rattles, Lorak."

The sudden panic that ensued was different than what had happened with Vaes. Lorak seemed a more honorable man, thrashing about as if to say 'You will never get away with this you monster,' at least, that's what King Cold told himself in the narrative he kept in his own mind whenever one of his victims made noise that was obviously them trying to talk through their gag.

Kneeling on the bed next to his latest victim, King Cold placed his full body weight on the man's knee, forcing the joint backwards in a direction that it was never meant to bend. The muscles, tendons and ligaments in the man's knee went taught, stretched, and finally snapped under the pressure of more weight than they were ever meant to hold. The resulting screams of pain, triggered an involuntary release in adrenaline into the Changeling's blood stream, an unexpected effect, but the sensation, the thrill, was invigorating. King Cold knew one thing at that moment, he liked the feeling that this gave him.

"Two Down, One to go," he said the words for the benefit of his captives, but then realized both were unconscious. Frowning, he decided to go locate his last victim, Maegor.
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Downstairs, many of the Inn's guests had retired to their rooms, however there was a game of cards being played at a corner table. King Cold instantly recognized the game as well as his last victim. Maegor appeared to have the largest stack of chips, and instantly, the plan formed in King Cold's mind.

Settling into the free chair at the table, the Changeling withdrew a large golden bracelet from within the folds of his robe, "This is worth at least 400 zeni, deal me in."

An unidentified female counted out 400 zeni in unused chips and King Cold began to play the game. Periodically, when he was playing head to head, against Maegor he would use his powers to cast an illusion on his cards, changing them to something that would beat his opponent. 5 times he cheated to win small pots, building himself up until his stack of chips was the second largest, behind only Maegor.

On the next hand, the Changeling went big, giving himself the highest ranked hand possible in the card game. A hand that, by the odds, was next to impossible to ever be get, let alone be dealt to a player naturally, but that, was exactly what King Cold claimed when he pushed every chip he had into the pot. Maegor, having one of the highest ranked, but most common hands in this card game, felt quite confident that he had the winning hand. It didn't help that King Cold was intentionally showing a tell that made the alien believe he was bluffing.

Calling the pot, Maegor looked at the other man, and grimaced. He had lost the hand. As the changeling raked the chips in, and looked to the female who had dealt him in initially, "Ok, Cash me out."

Infuriated at not having a chance to win his money back, and drunk to boot, Maegor stood up, and shoved King Cold. "Cheater! There is no way you could get such a rare hand." Knowing that he had goaded his adversary into shoving him, King Cold took his bracelet back from the woman and asked, "Can you hold onto my winnings, when I check out in the morning, whatever I owe, take it out of those winnings."

The woman nodded, and took his winnings to the barkeeper/owner of the inn, as King Cold raised his hands at Maegor, "I don't want any trouble fella, I am just going to go up to my room."

Making his way up to the room with the other two individuals inside, King Cold felt his adversary behind him, following and stalking him. When he reached the door to Vaes' room, he opened the door, only to be shoved roughly inside by Maegor. As the other man saw the other two men tied up in the room, his jaw dropped. King Cold, never missing a beat, recovered easily from the shove, and closed the door behind Maegor.

Grasping Maegor by the throat he threw him across the room, eliciting groans from his first two captives as the noise woke them, groggily, from their half-sleep half-conscious state. King Cold was too focused on his new target to notice the looks of alarm on his first two captives faces. Unable to act, or do anything other than listen to their captor attack a third man, they both sighed openly.
Maegor did not know what hit him, following the cheater into his room, only to be greeted with this cheater having two other men tied up in his room, to his bed. Thrown across the room, now standing against the far wall, with the face of a man he recognized from somewhere. This was a man whose name he should know, but the fear was blocking his reasoning. Then he felt a warmth spreading down his leg as the changeling held him, by the throat pinned to the wall, several inches off the ground. He tried to speak but was cut off.

"Don't ask. Unless you want a gag too."

Maegor shook his head vigorously, as King Cold withdrew a small knife from the sleeve of his robe with his free hand. His knowledge of the anatomy of this particular species of alien was minimal, however he did know enough to effectively torture. Pushing the knife through the mans 6 and 7th ribs, he pierced into the man's lung. Repeating the puncture on the other side, King Cold allowed the man to slump to the floor of the room as he frantically tried to hold his hands over the punctures. Feeling his lungs slowly begin filling up with blood, and air slowly begin to fill his chest cavity, the man knew it was only a matter of minutes until he suffocated to death, yet the only thing he could bring himself to do was tilt his head up to King Cold, and look at him with eyes that unmistakably asked 'Why?'

Turning to the crucified man on the end of the bed, King Cold watched the man jerk his head back, looking away, fearing he was next. Of course, he was right. The Changeling crouched down, and used his knife to cut the man's stomach open, exposing his intestines. After rummaging around in the man's stomach for several moments, King Cold found what he was looking for, the alien's equivalent of the aorta. He sliced it, and the man's life blood poured out of his stomach cavity, killing him within 10 seconds. The final look on his face one of confusion, never quite understanding why he had died.

The last man, laying on the bed, was a conundrum for King Cold, he had suffocated one man, and bled another out, but how to kill this one? Then it came to him. Rolling the man onto his back, he wielded his knife with expert precision, and after several minutes, he has managed to sever and remove the man's entire spine. Returning the man to his back, he watched as the color bled out of his victims face, as he went into shock. Waving the man's bloody spine in his face, King Cold laughed as he watched the shock slowly drain the life out of his victim. However this one, took nearly 20 minutes to die. 20 Agonizingly long and painful minutes for this man named Lorak, 20 minutes of pure ecstasy for the sadistic changeling as he remembered what it was like to hold life and death in his hands once again.

When the man had finally passed his last breath, King Cold stood up and dropped the spine on the floor. After washing the blood off his hands, he slipped quietly out of the room, and went down stairs. Seeing the barkeeper/owner/innkeeper, he nodded to the man, "Keep the Money you have of mine. The mess I left upstairs, well, that cash should compensate. Good Night." With his words, he walked out of the Inn, and into the darkness of the underground encampment.

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