Menoman

Stomping down the nearly black hallway, his coal black velvet cape swirling behind him, he was almost to the door at the end. There were no other doors in the crued stone hall, and it was cold and damp, underground.

The black leather boots he wore sounded almost like hooves as he was furiously stamping them with each step. Above the boots were impecable leather pants that were swishing as his steps grew faster and faster, on the left side of his pants there was a fur attached from his hip to nearly his knee, on the left were 2 black pouches, old leather and cracked badly. The belt that held his pants up was also leather and in worse condition than the pouches. Tucked inside his pants he wore a sleeveless leaver tunic to keep his black armor off his bare skin. The armor itself shined like a mirror and had a crest of two dragons intertwined on the chest of it. It was nothing that would protect him from a blow from even the smallest of blades. The cape was the only thing on his shoulders.

A loud crash erupts as he finally makes it to the end of the hall and rips open the door. Two steps into the door he screams in a deep almost inhuman roar "What's the king up to, boy!"

The boy he spoke of was entangled in a metal contraption, he was not human. His skin was extremely pale, but he was not an elf either. He was a Terok. To be born a Terok meant immunity to all weapons except those created of pure silver. They can also see thins that nothing else can see, They are messengers for kings so that they may not be killed before they return with any news.

"If you don't speak then it's you own death fool" in a deeper voice, not at all angered, seemingly melodic. The boy stayed silent.

"fool" the man snickered as he spun a gyroscope near the boys left arm. The contraption squeaked and moved as 6 blades already inside both thighs, shoulders, and eyes, dug deeper.

Body completely tensed from his white matted brown hair down to his cloth slippers, the boy spoke in a cringing, painful voice.

"He has a plan!!" The machine stopped, shaking unstoppably the boy wept. "He is going to send warriors to the castle, I saw it last night, he is going to try to seige your castle. There are many brutal warriors at his meeting, That's all I know I swear it" his voice was uncontrolable and changing tone when a splinter of pain hit him from moving even a little.

"Heh Teroks are good for something"

He turned around and closed the door behind him walking at a normal pace back up the hall.

"Bring what you will, mortals. I recieved this kingdom by murder and I'll keep it by murder. My people fear me for a reason. Yours also fear me. I'll be happy to oblige you if you wish death upon yourself. Lord of Horringrad, Duke Sar, fears nothing..."

[ooc: sooooo... how bout a fight? If this is what you wanted for a villain. :P]

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