Black Omen, Jyrscan's Seized Fortress

[LS95]

What was once a solid defense point for the kingdom has fallen, altered into a much more heavily fortified structure thanks to dark magicks and vile corruption from the man that seized it. Underneath the fortress itself is a labyrinthine prison structure, sparsely lit with a few dim torches lining the halls. Deep within the once proud structure lies a throne torn out from the depths themselves. The solid fortress of darkness is heavily guarded by all manner of beasts and undead within its disheveled interior.  

[LS95]

Jyrscan
The Black Lord of dominion

Dark Souls Remix by Utamaru - "Ornstein & Smough" Metal Cover

Jyrscan sat on his throne, pondering and plotting his next moves, where to strike, what to take. Perhaps those wretched Royals could be used to some degree, perhaps pay a visit to the Demons or the Mercenaries. Even those boisterous Wolves may be convinced to aid him with the right bargaining chips. Staring at his map, tracing his finger over it, he marked a few notes about each of their areas on a scrap of parchment.
"There must be some source of information on the location of the other relics. I'd rather not tear my way through this land to find them," the Black Lord muttered in thought. Standing, he strode over to his weapons, taking up his sword and heading off to find information. After all, information was key to obtaining power in all lines of work.

[Exit]  

[LS95]

Jyrscan
The Black Lord of dominion

Dark Souls Remix by Utamaru - "Ornstein & Smough" Metal Cover

Jyrscan had emerged through the wavering tear in space, and strode to take his seat upon the jagged black throne after returning his sword in its place jutting out from the wall.
"What secrets do you hold, and more importantly, what greater artifacts of power can you guide me to?", the Magus queried of the ash that had seemed so attached to the trinket now in his possession.  

[NecroticCarnage]

The ash gathering at Jyrscan's feet stopped at the foot of the throne. As the demon sat listening to the Magus speak at it more ash slowly trickled into the room. After a bit the demon would once again be able to take a form. after a good duration it would even be abble to take its normal multiple forms.

A echo of laughter echoed through the halls as a fair bith came in a large burst. The voice was the of a young woman, psychotic and loud. As the ash bagan to take form as a thin brunett woman in her mid twenties. she held herself confedently yet loosly as if trying to seduce all who look upon her. Shortly before she would be exposed to the world a set of black leather cloths would appear.

She the looked on with a wicked grin, like a joke only she knew had been told. And the punchline was naughty.  

[LS95]

Jyrscan
The Black Lord of dominion

Dark Souls Remix by Utamaru - "Ornstein & Smough" Metal Cover

Jyrscan Narrowed his eyes with a stern look on his face. His mouth slowly shaped itself into a grim, slight frown.
"Speak. Now. I do not have time to waste on trifling games."  

[NecroticCarnage]

"Sanity is not one of our strong suits" The girl giggled again and then began looking about the room. her gaze was frantic and unfocused much like you would expect form someone of her demenor. "You would have to ask others about such power..... we find our streanth by devouring other mortal beings." Having said this last statment she glanced over to him her dull gray eyes flshing a bit of fire.  

[LS95]

Jyrscan
The Black Lord of dominion

Dark Souls Remix by Utamaru - "Ornstein & Smough" Metal Cover

Jyrscan rested his hand against his chin.
"I would advise against such an attempt, for your sake. Now, who do you think I ought speak with for such information?"