Thread: 1X1 Mortal Kombat rp. KnuckleBomb and I only.

Shang Tsung sat like a king in his elegant throne at the end of the massive dining hall, one hand propped under his chin and the other draped languidly over the armrest. His soulless eyes of dark hazel were molten beneath the rich lighting above. His oily black hair was drawn back into a tight ponytail and his long black coat with it's winged back collar gave him a demonic glow. His almond eyes were narrowed and his penciled brows were furrowed as he looked over the long wooden table stacked with food where his fighters alighted to share meals. He began drumming his fingers upon the intricately carved armrest of his tall chair seeming in an all too pensive mood about something. Shang Tsung's fighters men and women of many different shapes and backgrounds began tearing into their food like packs of ravenous animals, not one of them showing the slightest trace of dining etiquette. The sorcerer's lips tugged back ever so slightly into the faintest evil grin when suddenly a sound arose from beside him, a gargling sound. He dropped one arm and swung a look to Prince Goro whom was standing next to him, nearly twice the size of any normal man at full height. The monster was clearing his throat. A disgusting process thought Shang Tsung. Prince Goro stood erect in all his ugly mass, two meat slab arms folded over his rigid chest while the other two dangled at his sides. He maintained a goofy simpleton's grin on his face as he glanced back at Shang Tsung. The sorcerer smiled, one that suggested you're just a big stupid ape aren't you? You haven't the slightest clue that you're merely a pawn in the grand scheme of things?. The two of them exchanged looks for a moment before Shang Tsung rose slowly from his throne. When he did, he ushered in a new wave of silence as every fighter at the table froze in place, some even in mid chew were reluctant to move a muscle. Everyone except Kano were like living statues. Kano, the blithering thug was still slobbering over an enormous turkey leg, tearing the juicy golden brown skin apart with his bad teeth. Shang Tsung seemed about to speak when Kano interrupted with a mouth full of food Well come on then, out with it already he said arrogantly as pieces of chewed meat flitted from his flapping jaw. Shang Tsung's eyebrows arched for a moment and then he smiled his viper's smile at the man. Very well said the sorcerer smoothly, his voice so low and calm that it was almost bewitching. I'm sure you all know that we've won nine mortal kombat's in a row thus far he started and the fighters all cheered for a briefness. So then I'm sure you know that outworld needs just one more before it can mount an attack on Earth Realm then there was another quick cheer. As their voices died to simple murmurs Shang Tsung spoke with renewed vigor This is it! You will do battle with the combatants of Earth Realm as well as Raiden's handpicked warriors one more time and you will win! The table was alive with rowdy cheers and applause. The sorcerer tilted his head back and a surge of power emanated from him like a sonic blast that reverberated through the room as well as every warrior present. The crowd, Goro and even that idiot Kano were all in silence now as Shang Tsung held out a hand and drew an inky black aura around himself. He was pulsating with dark energy now and his presence filled the hall completely as it blanketed every available atmosphere. Or your souls will be mine! he hissed. With that said the aura snapped into him once more and the room returned to normal. Kano laughed nervously and shared elbows with a man beside him, nudging the warrior and telling him about how he plans to rip his first opponent in half just like the turkey leg he broke between both hands with a sickening crunch. Shang Tsung grinned wolfishly and turned on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back as he strode over to where his throne was. He stopped abruptly and three shadowy figures crept out from behind it. Sub-zero, Scorpion, Reptile, you three will assassinate Raidens warriors before their respective battles commence. Outworld will not tolerate any losses at this point. As the three figures stepped into the light their ninja garbs became suddenly visible. Sub-zeros were blue on black, Scorpions gold on black and Reptiles green on black. They each stepped forward and gave a solemn bow before receding back into the shadows. Lets see how you handle yourself this time Raiden Said the sorcerer quietly to himself as he twisted back into his chair, his elbows digging into the armrests as his hands laced together in front of him. He let his eyes fall over his fighters once more and he became, as he often was, contemplative.