Private Tales Four Horns and A Crown

[Kala]

Kala glanced back for a second, noting the soldiers. "I won't be long."

Her voice was hard, and then she stepped forward into the bedchamber.

There, despite all the commotion and noise outside, Volren was laying in his bed. The fat and feted King lay with three different maidens, all of them half his age and probably less. Disgust sneered across her lips, and from her pocket she pulled something.

It was a bag, smaller than the palm of her hand. She tossed it onto the man.

"Wake up you fat fuck." The King suddenly stirred, his head shaking, and then suddenly fear crossed his features.

"GUARDS! GUARDS! SOMEON-"

"No ones coming." She told the man as she jumped up onto the end of the bed, standing there holding her spear. "No ones coming to save you."

The three women screamed, each one scrambling to get away from the demonic Tiefling. None of them had clothes, and all three ran towards Malphias until they saw him too and let out more screeches.

"Wha-whats the meaning of this?"

The spear played in her hands. "You don't fuck with the Reckoners."

Kala said as she wound back, and then stabbed the spear through the man's heart.

In an instant it felt as though some sort of weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The man's death giving her freedom once more.

 

[Malphias]

Malphias had to step aside as a spear was javelined at him and he ducked another. He could hear the king screaming out for help and he turned with a blink as the three naked women ran from his chambers..

"..Well hello there..." he grinned roguishly with a wink, but his grin fell as they screeched at him. "Oh.. Well you sure do know how to hurt a man's feelings.." he frowned.

One of the guards hesitantly stepped forward and tapped his foot against the floor, realising that there was no void and he looked up at Malphias and readied his blade.. "TO THE KING!!"

"Shit.."

He stepped back through the doorway and slammed the door closed and locked it behind him, shoulders barged against the wood.

"Kala time to g--" he'd got there just in time for him to witness the look on the King's face as the spear plunged into the man's heart and he looked up at her as she stood over him.

"And I thought you were just a thief...."

 

[Kala]

The Reesh Reckoners were a gang, or rather, more of a loose association. Each member wore a Rune Magic Tattoo, one that linked them all together in a pact of vengeance. When a Reckoner was killed, the others were compelled and forced to enact punishment on the killer.

The Fat King had ordered the execution of a Reckoner.

Satisfaction touched her lips as she watched the fat king die, a smile spreading over her features as she withdrew the spear and used it's tip to pull the crown off the mans head. The circlet of pure white gold and sapphires slid down the haft of her weapon, catching on her hand.

Malphias stepped into the room, her head turning back.

With a slight hop, Kala pulled out another card from her back pocket. She tossed it onto the nearby wall, and the instant it landed the bricks seemed to fall in upon themselves. A doorway opened, a path that lead to an unknown Abyss.

Kala reached for Malphias, grabbing him and tossing him towards the portal before he even had a chance to argue. "Sweetheart, I'm so much more than just a thief."

He would hear the words as she followed him through the door.