Seven Sisters Tower Challenge: Sharon

Each of the Seven Sorceress sisters is presented with a challenge: A tower is placed before them, it is filled with monsters and a villainous king stands in the highest room. The challenge is to defeat this tower and all within it.

    Her complexion is that of death, her shadowy hair and garment a deathshroud that billows in the air behind her in defiance of the wind's natural path. The shadows of the air reach out to her like the claws of a thousand tiny reapers each begging for a touch of her grace. Her footfalls are silent as she walks over the vile land, passing above and through the surface as though she were both in and not in the world of the living.

    The knights guarding the gate command the approaching figure to halt, they are given no answer save for their gasps for breath as dark smoke billows forth from their mouths, their noses, ears, and through the rotting mess that was their eyes. The gate crumbles off its hinges, collapsing to dust as she passes through it, no more hindered than had it been a veil of mist. She turns like a silent spectre through the tower halls, Mystic Monsters explode in blue flames at the mere sight of her, the guards drop dead in horrific manners at her mere gestures. With a gesture one becomes as a mass of scabs, another's skin boils off his meat, one screams as steam escapes his every orifice thanks to his blood being made to boil. A captain watching as his second in command's skin turns grey and bubbles away flees in a mad sprint.

   "Sire," gasps the knight as the king of the evil tower sits upon his throne.

   "How progresses the adventurers?" scoffs the king eating grapes, "heh, foolish mortal fools and....what is the matter with you?"

   "Sire," gasps the knight, his eyes filled with stark terror, "something...horrible ascends the tower. My men...the meat rots from their bones, the monsters die at the very sight of this spirit, just outside my liege...your guards, their very bones attacked them from within...its..."

  A rumble shakes the building as a green light flashes everyone.

  A mere moment before a battalian of knights and skeletal monsters under the spell of their dark king stood their guard. The shadow sorceress hummed, a low haunting tune, a green light emanating from her body. Arrows would rot in the air, men collapse as dust who attacked her, she smiled and clapped her hands; just once, and a green flash filled with tower. The skeleton guards' heads swivled on their necks, their eyes turned from red pin pricks of light to green, and then to dark nearly invisible flames. They slaughterd the very knights they were moments before fighting beside. Something echoed through out the tower.

  A group of knights besieged by skeleton guards flee into the king's chamber, barring the door with the tall candle stands nearby.

  "What is this?" demands the king, "what is this cowardice? The demon told me a single sorceress...a single adventurer was coming to challenge my tower...some over hyped fool with a death wish! So why..."

  The door rots, the rot spreading like vines across the stone around it. The guards fare no better as the rot spreads through the air, striking them dead. The shadow sorceress enters the room.

   "This..." says the dark king, "this mere woman is what has killed by monsters...killed my men...hah...some pathetic wench who has mastered the Kadaber Spell...oh and a bit of Touch of the Corrupter...oh I know your kind wench of a witch....you think you are as gods with such...simple magic...Know this however my armor is enchanted, I am invincible...deathless."

   "Shakaraka..." whispers the woman, the words floating from her mouth like the delicate wings of butterflies. The tower shakes, a pink circle spreads across the floor from beneath her feet, consuming the remains of the soldiers like acid, it sparks at the edges of the king's armored boots. When it hits the walls however, the building rumbles and falls. A pile of dust collapses to the ground, no more than an ash gray sanddune.

  A fist explodes from the dune, the dark king rises.

  "What...horrible power...no...she must have been placing spells through out my tower...this is no adventurer come to challenge me...come to...no...this the death...the destruction...this is...a USURPER!"

  He looks up through his gawdy horned helmet that magically hides his face, "You did not fall with my tower witch...you are a dark queen...come to..."

   She is suddenly before him, floating like a spirit, her clothing wisping about as though to tease him with shadowy tendrils. Her smile is both sweet and predatory as she places her small hands upon his helmet.

  "What...what are you..."  *CRUNCH!*

  In such a simple motion she has crushes the two sides of his helmet together, what would be his skull, brains, and blood oozes from the tiny cracks. She drops his lifeless body on the ash grey dune.

  "Deathless," says the sorceress, "only exists...when I allow it"