loader image

Drusilla, The Tormentor of the Silk Kingdom

Submitted by:

Rules:

Drusilla

The Tormentor of the Silk Kingdom

Leading a life of debauchery, Drusilla eventually came to fame within the high courts of Keldon, Kingdom of Silk. Her reputation was formidable and rumours spread like wildfire of the King having visitations.

 Ashamed of this “truth” he ordered Drusilla to be put to death. Upon hearing this chatter amongst the citizens, Drusilla galvanised her cunning and schemed. She knew she could not allow this to occur without a fight. However knowing her fate was all but sealed, she put her plan into action and dressed in the finest red silk and snuck into the palace secret entrance used for her conjugal visits. Drusilla knew if this was to be her time then she’d ensure her appearance would be one that’ll be remembered. She seemingly blended in with the guests of the court and snuck into the chambers of the Kings family. Clinging to the shadows she waited and then slaughtered them all within the chamber.

When the King and guards eventually caught her later that fateful night she was drenched head to toe in crimson blood. The King torn by grief ordered her death to be one that even the Gods themselves would fear! Upon the great awakening, Drusilla returned, a living nightmare, a Banshee! Hearing the call of Nagash she now carries out his will. No one is safe from her dying screech!

No Results Found

The page you requested could not be found. Try refining your search, or use the navigation above to locate the post.

Prikkasnappaz – Migratory Carniverous Weeds

Prikkasnappaz – Migratory Carniverous Weeds

Descriptor: These brightly coloured knee high (to a human) weeds are coarse and unplesant to the touch, eminating a caustic residue with toxic properties. They bonehued petals curl over to form an almost jawlike crest that when provoked by nearby heat ensnare small...

War all over again

Who could’ve seen this coming. Razgor had pledged himself to the Ghurneth and not 5 moons later, they’re already knocking at their door, begging for help. Apparently they are at war with a group of hobgrot traders, looking to take over the steppe for their personal...

Razgor’s pledge

It had been a hot minute since Big ‘un had led the warclan to this place. Per usual, her nose had led them to prime hunting grounds, although the so-called Hungering Steppes were busier than their usual locale. It reminded Razgor of the time he had spent in the Prime...