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OOC: Or more specifically, graphic violence... in This thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=77738), I did a post showing how Alexander likes to amuse himself.

I enjoyed writing it, so I'm going to flesh it out. This is not an RP... however, if anyone can rp *well*, and has an idea for it to become one, contact me on tm.

Comments are welcome, but if anyone does to me what they tried to do to AMF, then they are ignorated.

Now, warning #2. THIS IS AN R-RATED THREAD! READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE R-RATED MOVIES, OR GET OFFENDED EASILY.

Thank you.

IC:

The man ran through the empty halls of the Palace. "I got it... it was so easy!" He was clutching a priceless statue under his arm, and his dagger was by his side. "No guards except those dolts at the door."

He slowed, realising something. "That is odd... and where am I?" He slid open a door, and walked into a room to calm his feelings. All of a sudden, the walls revolved around him, and he was somewhere else.

"Hmmm?" He looked around. It was pitch black. All of a sudden, a candle flicked into life, followed by another, and another. The room was lit with a warm red glow... no, the room *was* red. He knelt, and peered at the floor. Blood. Buckets of it. He turned, and saw an icon of Mary holding the divine child. A chill ran down his spine. "Is anyone... here?"

There was the sound of footsteps. A shadowy figure walked into the room, and stood at the top of the stairs. "Hello, worm."

"What? Who are you? I warn you, I'm armed!" He put the statue down, and drew his dagger.

"Of course you are... wouldn't do to face you without you being armed, would it?" The man swished a cape behind him, and drew a rapier. "On your guard then. Give me your best." He leapt down to the floor lightly. "Hmm?" The unknown man lightly stabbed towards the thief's manhood.

The thief blocked, and charged. His dagger slashed forward, slicing through the air. The man walked into the light, blocking the blow and revealing his face.

Prince Alexander smirked. The thief backpedaled. "Fucik! You're the fuclking prince!" The man snarled. "This will be a great victory. I'll have my revenge!"

"Your... revenge?" Alexander darted forward, slicing at the thief's cheek. "I've never met you before... though you are right about the victory part."

"You killed my father!" The thief's rage increased, and he shot a fist towards Alexander. Alexander blocked with his left hand, slamming it into the man's elbow. There was a crunching noise.

"Ah. And now, I will kill you, as well. Like father, like son." Alexander bowed, and then began his attack. Too late, the thief realised something about the Prince's weapon. It had a serrated edge. He tried to block the blow, but it went cleanly through his damaged elbow. Blood spirted out, but the elbow hadn't been severed... the blow had been to cause pain, not to incapitate.

"FucIk you!" The thief slashed forward, landing a blow... or so he thought as the Prince tripped him up. He fell down, and looked into Alexander's eyes.

The Prince stared down at him, holding his gaze. Not a glimmer of humanity looked out from his eyes. They were cold as stone. And somehow, they were drawing at him. "You fear me, no? Good." The Prince drunk in his victim's fear, a nectar sweeter than the finest wine. Then he kicked the thief into the air, stabbing upwards into the man's left eye, blinding it.

"Just... kill me." The thief attempted to attack again, but was stopped as the Prince slashed at the thief's manhood. "AAH!" And again at the man's chest, drawing a scarlet line across it. The thief was dying, and he wanted to get the most enjoyment out of him before then.

Alexander stabbed into the man's abdomen, rubbing the blade back and forth within. Blood and guts spilled out, darkening the room even further and soaking the Prince in red. "Tsk. And this was a new cloak, too." Growing bored, the Prince sliced upwards. The thief stiffened, and departed this world.

Alexander rubbed his sword into the cape, cleansing it, then he crossed himself and turned to the icon. "Ave Maria... so shall all enemies of order perish."

He picked up the statue, walked into a side room, and changed into another set of clothes. Then he walked upstairs and returned to his wife, whistling happily.

OOC:

OOC: Tag, obviously for reading...

OOC: I might write more... depends, really, on how much people like the first one.

Then again, I kinda said all I planned to say there.

OOC: Well, maybe you should reconsider and allow it to be a RP thread.

OOC: Well, maybe you should reconsider and allow it to be a RP thread.

OOC: I'll regret this... but very well. This is now an RP. If anyone can enter this well, then let's see it.

OOC:Almost as scary as the Queen of Tordor. Been reading The Prince?

OOC:Almost as scary as the Queen of Tordor. Been reading The Prince?

OOC: Why not join up? Your Teritorans are meant to be good duellists... how long do you think one would last against Mr. Black?

And who hasn't read the Prince?

[tag] Some good writing Roania

OOC:Almost as scary as the Queen of Tordor. Been reading The Prince?

OOC: Why not join up? Your Teritorans are meant to be good duellists... how long do you think one would last against Mr. Black?

And who hasn't read the Prince?

OOC:Depends on how good the Teritoran was, it would likely go for some hours easyly just with a Teritoran thief.

OOC:Almost as scary as the Queen of Tordor. Been reading The Prince?

OOC: Why not join up? Your Teritorans are meant to be good duellists... how long do you think one would last against Mr. Black?

And who hasn't read the Prince?

OOC:Depends on how good the Teritoran was, it would likely go for some hours easyly just with a Teritoran thief.

OOC: Well? Interested? The Palace has many artifacts that would interest them...

OOC:Why not, they would be more willing than trying for the Teritoran Royal Palace or one of the strongholds of the Teritoran Royal families and some other places in Teritora I could think of.

OOC:Why not, they would be more willing than trying for the Teritoran Royal Palace or one of the strongholds of the Teritoran Royal families and some other places in Teritora I could think of.

You going to make an IC post?

IC:Herx of Tor Dorl was nervious, he had been told the Royal Palace of Roania was a easy mark, that there was some valuable artifacts that would set him for life but the place gave him the creeps. He was an exile from Teritora, he had pissed off one of the mercent clans by robing them and they had some how found out who he was so it wasn't safe anymore in Teritora. He had never robbed the nobility before. In Teritora expecally with the Royal houses strongholds or the Royal Palace that was sucidal. Breaking into this Palace had been easy in comparison, to easy almost. He guessed that people in other countries had pathic gaurds and security systems if it was this easy to break into their countries Royal Palace. He had gotten pass the guards easly and now he was looking for something to steal.

The guards grinned. Security systems went silently on. And the entire palace closed off. (OOC: Palace security is designed to keep people in, not keep them out, whenever Alexander is inside)

A covert signal was sent to Alexander. "Hmm? Excellent..." He curled his lip in anticipation of the fear. Kissing his wife, he stood up. "Stay in here, Kelly."

"Alex... you know I don't like you doing this..." She said, holding him.

"Shh... my love, I will return. But there is some trash that must be dealt with." He flicked his cape behind him, and left the room, locking it after him. Inside, two Inquisitors walked out of hidden corners and stood guard.

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Eventually Herx reached the treasury. By now, he must be alarmed at the ease of this. In the centre of the room was a crown with a lion and firebird picked out on it in gems.

Herx cursed silently when he saw the crown. This was way too easy. He turned to sneak out, he would just grab something small on the way out, this had to some sort of trap. Even poor merchants had better security than this.

Alexander watched him, amused. "The poor little rat doesn't know it's been caught... I'll wait until he's picked something up."

Herx headed for the nearest place he could excape, this place was creeping him out now and he would only pick up something near his exit, something small, he didn't care if it was valuable but it was a matter of his thives princable that he took something.

Hi Roania, what's this all about?

:)

Herx headed for the nearest place he could excape, this place was creeping him out now and he would only pick up something near his exit, something small, he didn't care if it was valuable but it was a matter of his thives princable that he took something.

"Or not." Alexander smirked, and waved his hand. Herx suddenly was in a very dark room.

Herx let lose an string of curses and pulled out a short double edged sword that was commonly found among the Yeomen of Teritora and had given to him by his parents long before he had became a thief.

The lights flickered on, the bloody walls revealed. Alexander stepped into the room. "Hello, worm."

Herx spoke. "So it was indeed a trap, I will make sure that when I make it out of here to track down and kill the person who led me to come here."

"'When'? My dear sir, I am going to kill you." That was said as a statement of fact. "Look around, you see that bright wall-paper? That's not wall-paper. That's the blood of hundreds of thieves... just like you."

Alexander drew his blade. "It was I who led you here. My agents that convinced you this place was safe. I am Prince Alexander Tyral Black. You are a pitiful worm, no-one will miss you."

He leapt down, and faced his opponent. "Win or lose, you can't escape this palace. You will die."

OOC: This is, first and foremost, a story-rp. Comments?

"'When'? My dear sir, I am going to kill you." That was said as a statement of fact. "Look around, you see that bright wall-paper? That's not wall-paper. That's the blood of hundreds of thieves... just like you."

Alexander drew his blade. "It was I who led you here. My agents that convinced you this place was safe. I am Prince Alexander Tyral Black. You are a pitiful worm, no-one will miss you."

He leapt down, and faced his opponent. "Win or lose, you can't escape this palace. You will die."

Herx calmly readied his sword and spoke. "We shall see, I may not a blade master or a master swordsmen(By Teritoran standards) But I am more than enough for an Argenant princeling like your self."

OOC: You two are doing a great job. I really don't know how I can fit into this. I just am not the evil doer, or the one who wants my characters to die. Maybe you could pick something for one of my characters to do. I can mold it to what you would like.

Herx calmly readied his sword and spoke. "We shall see, I may not a blade master or a master swordsmen(By Teritoran standards) But I am more than enough for an Argenant princeling like your self."

Alexander grinned. "Argentan? I, the single greatest master of the Black Harvest Fighting Style, since we first formulated it 200 years ago?" He laughed, a sinister, emotionless laugh. "GIVE ME YOUR TERROR!" His eyes were gray, without any sign of humanity, and his blade seemed to pulse with a dark power.

Herx calmly spoke. "Didn't you know? Teritorans don't know the meaning of fear. Bring it on princeling."

"So many have said that..." Alexander walked closer, his mind probing for weaknesses in Herx's facade. "They said I was a fool to give away part of my soul for this... but then they died." Alexander laughed again. Then he moved, faster then the eye could see. His sword shone, and from it an inquiring psyker could hear screams of fear, the screams of those who had fallen in this chamber.

His blade darted forward, and nicked at Herx's ear, then he fell back into guard position.

Herx stared coldly. "I may be a thief but at least my soul is safe." he readed him self for the next attack to block and to counterattack but first he made an faint towards Alexander's stomach.

Alexander blocked the attack, his sword seeming to move with a life of its own. "Your soul? Ha! Ultimate power, mine for the taking, and all for just a little of my soul..." He didn't attack, yet. "Duelling is my art, and I now have the finest paint-brush... no Roanian would pass this chance up."

Herx replied ready to counter any attack. "My soul is my own and its fate is gods will alone." He reconized the sound of Alexander's voice, he had heard such voices before, it was the voice of a damned man who didn't care about his damnation. He murmered a prayer.

Alexander turned to the religious icon. "Maria, in this place, I shall destroy this sinner... amen." He kissed it. Then he turned to Herx. "Shall we dance?"

OOC: He's a damned man who doesn't believe he's damned... like the Inquisitor in that movie, the one who told Jesus that he shouldn't come to Earth.

Herx nodded. "Lets, I do not think have anything more to say to each other and I have made my peace with God. Ger Gerinau."

Herx nodded. "Lets, I do not think have anything more to say to each other and I have made my peace with God. Ger Gerinau."

Alexander charged forward, his blade ready. He danced around the room, stabbing inwards. An almost alien cast came to his face.

Herx blocked and made a feint towards the groin of his oppenent and then lighting fast made an cut at Alexander's side.

Alexander moved alongside the blow, feinted towards the side of Herx, and then sliced upwards, towards his opponent's head. His other hand began to slip into a pocket. "Bravo!"

Herx dodged away from the blow and slashed at Alexander's stomach.

It scratched him, but only just. At that exact moment, Alex pulled an epee out of his pocket, extending it. "Scared now?"

He spun the twin blades, and attacked, the short blade going for the groin and the long blade going for the neck. "You've been my most challenging opponent in a while."

Herx was now hard pressed dodging and blocking blows and on a occasioning geting in an slash at his opponent when he got a chance to. "Not really and thank you even if I am not that good of a swordsman by my peoples standards but what can you expect, I am a thief, I don't really need too much in the way of swordsmanship." As the fight went on he got nicks and shallow cuts on his body.

Alexander did not tire at all. "You know... if I was a good man, I'd allow you to leave and repent of your ways. But you came in here... my wife was in danger because of your presence. Sure, you most likely wouldn't be here if I had not tricked you... but that's not a risk I'd take. Now, die."

He spun around, blades spinning in the air.

Herx moved back quickly out of the range of the shorter blade and blocked the longer blade.

Alexander moved forward. "Not scared? How... disapointing." He sliced forward, slamming both his rapiers towards Herx and hoping the blade would stick him into the wall.

Herx waited then dodged out of the way at the last moment before he would have been pinned to the wall by Alexander's blades and made a slash at the prince's side.

The pain barely registered to Alexander, who made a sudden attack, spinning his feet to trip Herx up, and then stabbing forward with both blades.

One of the swords took Herx in the side however the epee missed and Hernx bashed the the pummel of of his sword down hard on Alexander's hand that was holding the sword and then moved out of the way bleeding bady now from the gash in his side as well as bleeding from minor cuts all over his body.

Alexander dropped the rapier... but it sprang right back into his hands, demonic laughter sounding. Then he began his final attack. He kicked out, stabbed the epee to the left side and the rapier to the right.

Herx however unexpecally charged forward and even as Alexanders sword dug into his sides he stabbed forward at Alexander.

The sword clanged as it slammed into Alexander... ripping aside his shirt and revealing a thin suit of supple armor. "Fool."

Alexander walked forward. "Are you scared, little man?" He towered over his foe.

IC: Herx shook his head as he lay dieing. "I pity thee. but I do not fear thee."

"What is there to pity, thief?" Alexander asked, the rage leaving him. "I have a beautiful wife, power beyond your wildest dreams, my own realm..."

Herx didn't repond he was to far gone into death and his eyes were staring at something beyond the room.

Blade, what was he talking about?

I know not. You are the mind-reader. I am but your weapon.

True... there was no fear, though. He was a good fighter, but there was no fear.

There will be plenty of fear later...

Their two minds one, and yet not one, Alexander and his demonic weapon returned to the light of the palace.

OOC:Good fight, We could continue if you wish with his younger brother coming to find out what happened to his brother.

OOC: Alexander won't fight someone if they won't fear him. He needs the fear. It's like a vampire and blood, or an addict and heroin. He has studied the Dark Harvest style for so long it's now part of him.

OOC:Okay, it was a good fight though and Herx did get some blows that Alexander will be feeling for some time, mainly that blow to the side that he was to into his rage to feel much and that blow to the midsection he will likely be feeling later. I guessing those and the strach given don't happen often with his little obession?

OOC: Generally either Alex or Blade can generate a field of fear so horrible that the opponent can barely think. Some people are too strong-minded, though.

OOC:Ah... Since he won't fight anyone that doesn't fear him that would cut out someone going for vengence for the death of a relative also.

OOC: No, he'd fight them... but he would have security in activation to keep people out. If they could reach him, he'd deign to attack.

OOC:Good point, if he know someone was out to avenge an death he would make sure security was tight, it would be intresting if they made it seem like they were going to steal something when they were really out to avenge their relatives death.

OOC: You can try... Alexander won't mind killing two family members, and all along the younger brother will be thinking "He killed my brother... he killed my brother".

Sounds like fear to me. But how would he find out?

OOC:Lets say he and his brother keep in touch and so he would know his brother went to Roania and he would likely follow after the letters stop to find out what happened.

OOC: If that's what you want... how much younger is he?

OOC:Ten years younger about 23.

OOC: If you want, go ahead. Though Amandathegreat looked like she'd want a go, maybe someone else should try?

OOC-Tag for the RP Awards.

OOC: If you want, go ahead. Though Amandathegreat looked like she'd want a go, maybe someone else should try?

OOC:Okay, if someone else wants a shot at it.

OOC: If you want, go ahead. Though Amandathegreat looked like she'd want a go, maybe someone else should try?

OOC:Okay, if someone else wants a shot at it.

>Bump<

Before i send it off for archival!