Tipping The Scale ★

Characters

Kahlan, Josselyn, Asher, Merek, Bastian, Rowan, Letholdus, Hadrian, Bryce, Tybalt, Zorander, Vinashri, Barda, Colrick, Terrowin, Carac, Malkyn, Alcachtov, Isolade - Plus More.

Description

Paranoia, slow dehumanizing and terror of the ineffable.

Set in a fictional Medieval world where war and poverty have crushed all that was good, three Kings and a rebel force are stuck in a deadlock in their vie for absolute power. Just as the scale was about to tip, something much bigger unfolds right beneath their noses. Having no way out of the new predicament, each leader is faced with horrendous tasks and unthinkable truths. As one leader comes across a solution to take a grip on their problems, another hindrance rears its ugly head and joins the race.

Tipping The Scale

Theme Song
Still Here - Digital Daggers

Genre
Horror, Fantasy, Supernatural, Gallows Humour, War/Strategy, Action, Drama, Relationships, Adventure.

Series
Original

Characters
Kahlan, Josselyn, Asher, Merek, Bastian, Rowan, Letholdus, Hadrian, Bryce, Tybalt, Zorander, Vinashri, Barda, Colrick, Terrowin, Carac, Malkyn, Alcachtov, Isolade - Plus More.

Start Date
29th December 2013

End Date
--/--/--

Warnings
Extreme Violence, Substance Abuse, Graphic Sex, Nightmare Fuel.

Triggers
Rape, Detailed Torture

Foreword

Tilting her head to the left and turning it like an owl, the blonde groaned as the vertebra crunched under the forced twist. Sickly sweat raced down iced porcelain skin under flickering torch light of the musky, abandoned abbey. Shifting in the hard wooden seat, the eldest of the two females presence rested her finger tips on the edge of the dented table top. "Surrender." Serpentine irises danced between her enemies.

Chugging down a goblet of unfiltered wine, the crapulous King gurgled. A rumbling echoed throughout his swelling gut and a war-torn hand slammed the hefty counter housing the five leaders. "So it takes two bitches to equal a King?"

"On the contrary," All eye shot to the redhead one seat away from the blonde. Fiery mane hanging loose over her shoulders, the Amazonian woman leaned back and crossed one leg over the other as she eyed her opposition. "Our information is more precise, we have access to better weapons and man-for-man, we have more power."

Twirling the only gold cup, the recidivist sat at the head of the table scoffed in conceit. "Then you have nothing to worry about." Sipping the booze from a different barrel, the King of New Hezmeln flittered his fingers upon the same scratched top he shared with his fellow leaders. "We shall go to war." Deep set aquamarine eyes drifted up to meet the redhead's and something mistakable as a smirk formed on blithe lips.

"Then that's that." Downing his umpteenth refill, the King of  Teillam scratched his wild beard. "Any man found in another's land shall be executed on the spot." The cloaked figure at the far end of the table remained silent as he nodded dully at the statement.

Huffing in agreement, the redhead stood up. Pushing her chair out with the backs of her calves, a screech echoed through the drab hall. "So be it."

Downing the entire jug of acidic alcohol left out, the blonde didn't have time to savour the burn. Staggering up, the shorter of the female pair looked over her male opponents. "You dug your own graves." With a grin masked by a twist in her expression, the older woman hobbled around her seat and towards the redhead waiting for her.