A Tour thru hell.

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[tannim]

(Warning :Vanyael is not a nice person and revels in Torture.Held within are examples of some of his "greatest" work.Disturbing Scenes are described. Do not read if children are present in the room or if you feel you have a low tolerance for Gore,Bondage,Sadism,Mistreatment of animals,Misuse of artwork or powertools or have vivid nightmares.You have been warned.And if everyone finds this too disturbing..just remember you guys said that compared to noir nothing i could write or say would shock you))


In the unhallowed halls of the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica,Many members have their own sanctuaries against the ravages of the world and the intrigues of their enemies and their brethren both. Join me now on a tour of the hideaway of the one known as Vanyael the Kinslayer,Disciple of Khaine and part of the Wicked Death.

Many great warriors and skilled master of the arcane keep trophies and Vanyael was no exception,save that his Trophies were still living.

Like the Slayer on the low bookshelf,his body bolted to the wall with several polished steel bolts peircing his torso,a steel sconce holding a thick red candle bolted directly into his skull where his crest would normally be found.A strange metal contraption,forcing his jaws open and the open bottle between where his lips would have been if he still had any flesh on his skull. The bottle dripped in just enough healing potion each day to sustain the dwarf,but not enough to heal him.The stumps of his legs and arms,capped with shining steel covers,ensured that this dwarfs doom would never arrive,his wide eyes rolling and crazed as each day they beheld the horrors the Disciple inflicted on others.

Or the furniture within the room,all of it carved by Vanyael,either out of the palest wood from Eataine's forests,or from its paler skinned inhabitants. Take for instance the graceful form of what had once been a White Lion from the hills of Chrace kneeling face down and naked upon the white pelt of her Lion,her body restrained by the merest of threads,her mind long since hollowed out by Vanyael,and replaced with one overriding thought,to not dare to break a thread.The bow of her back made a perfect resting spot for feet weary from travel.

The artwork decorating the walls of this chamber were much the same,each one a tapestry of cruelty upon those locked within them. A staff,thick with the power of Tzeentch had been used to create the tapestry covering the north wall,where in shining steel and tanned flesh was depicted a scene of a Gor chasing a Nymph in the middle of becoming a tree. The Gor,whose thick horns and long muzzle were done in steel leaving only his eyes exposed but whose lower body was indeed that of an animal,had once been a Witch Hunter that had dared to attack Vanyael.The Nymph,half melded into a tree was the Witch hunters barely nubile Daughter.Each of them was half covered in strips of steel,mimicking the patterns of fur and bark that their bodies had become. The most profound change came not from the staff's powers But from the talisman of Slaanesh that was pressed into the Gor's stomach as a tattoo,causing his body to crave every thing the nymph could be used for but leaving his mind untouched,letting it recoil at the thoughts and cravings for his own daughter.

Any warrior that had fought on the battlefields long enough would come to collect a wide selection of implements of death from their fallen enemies,and Vanyael of course was no exception. Indeed he had a varied selection of weapons,magical and not,taken from his enemies. There the delicate rapier of a dedicated Witch hunter that had attacked him outside of Praag. The blade next to it,runes of protection and might had been the prized weapon of a Elven Swordmaster,Vanyael's first trophy and also the cause of a 3 inch scar just below his left collarbone. The twin daggers of a fallen Hag of Khaine,who had sought to end Vanyael's career out of jealousy also rested within the centerpeice of the trophy wall. The curved blades of a Shadow warrior also adorned the wall,framing a Rune-covered Axe of a fallen Slayer.

The centerpiece of the Trophy wall,and the resting place for every one of the weapons,was Vanyael's own mother,her lithe body bolted to the wall,every inch of her body encased in steel save for the many openings for his trophy blades,peircing her.The steel encasing her funnelled her blood down into a cauldron,the echo of the great Cauldrons of the Temples of Khaine. After finishing his training at the Temple,Vanyael returned to seek out the one who had cast him out upon that holiest of nights,the Night of Murder.Though it had led to him being trained and accepted by Khaine,Vanyael had been taught never to let betrayal go unavenged.The steel covering her body also had needles peircing her flesh,delivering enough healing liquid from the vials attached to keep her alive and bleeding at a slow drip.

Several other elves,some defeated enemies and some merely captured,were arrayed about the room,fulfilling the roles of chairs,artwork and in the case of three sisters a table.Each one tortured until their new role in life was all they knew or wanted.


Now we close the door on this chamber of horrors,taking a step back into the air of the Sanctum,and look to your left and right,seeing the many doors leading to the chambers of the other members of the Legion. Do you step forward to take a peek at what lies behind those doors?

[Darcros]

*Walks into the room and looks around* Well this isnt my room *walks out casually*

((Very cool description. I really liked it and the warning before made me think of Noir, its almost like he has infected us all. Anyway I would like to hear more stories from you since you are great at description.))

[Kitta]

((running with this, Vanyael))

A random door in the ASC hall…

The bedchamber of Kitta Ravenscry is silent right now.  There is no singing, no snoring, no scuffling sounds at all. 

Within lies a bed, surprisingly decadent in its coverings-silken sheets, brocade coverlets, tasseled velvet pillows.  A pile of the softest furs lays strewn across the top and a delicate little whip hangs from one of the posts.  All are covered by a thick coating of dust.

There are small lumpy furry things scattered about the floor, giving off a musty decaying odor.  Several of them seem to have been placed in a circle.  One is dressed in a runepriest’s robes.

There is a heavy desk against one wall. It is covered by scraps of paper, some with neatly written script filling the pages, others crudely finger-painted. The papers are weighted down with an assortment of lovely shiny jeweled items, some extremely valuable, and some obvious fakes.  There are several chalices on top, filled with small rocks and shells.

In front of the fireplace is what looks like a pile of old ratty furs and discarded cloaks. Laid out in an elaborate pattern around the pile are tiny bird bones and feathers.  None of the bits are dusty, although the ground they lay on is thick with disturbed dust and ash.

In one corner is a small scattering of odd green dust that bubbles slightly.   There are bread crumbs mixed in liberally, with the disturbing residue.  A watering can sits amidst the debris.

In another corner sits a chair, carved wood and heavy. It holds a motley assortment of robes and cloaks and gloves-a tangled mess of blue fabric.  A tiny mummified kitten is permanently curled up atop the mess.

The room would obviously be illuminated by the hundreds of burned out candles that are on the ledges of the wall, on the floor, on the desk, on the chair, surrounding the fireplace and on the posts of the bed.  Candle wax has dripped everywhere.

[tannim]

((Very cool kitta...the best part about these things is that it lets you give some insight to the character without being blatant about it.And thank you Darcros,though I can assure you i was just this messed up well before meeting Noir *grins* though its nice being able to write my stories without people being weirded out 

[MiztrezzLyn]

Very nice.

Van - Disturbing, yes. BUT, very fitting for a member of ASC!!  Your description was awesome!

Kitta - Oddly enough I almost found yours a little more disturbing only because I have this thing about creepy "little girl" antics. ITS CREEPY! Actually, funny story, when I was playing Vanayre (my zelaot) my husband, Jachin, was trying to help me come up with a "personality" for her and he told me I ought to play her as a little girl but creepy. She would go around collecting "dolly heads" (for use in her offhand). I didn't really get going with it and went another way with her personality. It is awesome to see you playing it out, you do it really well My husband is constantly teasing me now about your character Oh but I digress.

The curled up kitten, that was nice, oh and the fingerpainting!

[Mahk Noir]

I simply had to start reading this the moment I read "bondage" and "misuse of artwork." 

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