Erron/Tanya: Outworld Jewel [Empire!]

A Story by Abishai100

A tale of mercenary-courage, discovered sentiment, and defiant thievery in Outworld spelling new drawing(s) for Egyptian lady Tanya!

Signing off with this offbeat/unusual Mortal Kombat love-adventure. Enjoy,

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The jewels of the imagination shined as Outworld warriors traveled distance(s) to reach the Mortal Kombat tourneys marshaled/governed by the ruthless and unkind Kotal Kahn, and various women-warriors of Outworld felt they'd been in the newfound position of submissive prayers!

D'Vorah was a sorceress of Outworld and marshaled certain/special forms of mastery/calculations as the Mortal Kombat tourney was about to take place. However, she'd been entreated by another warrior-woman of Outworld, the Egyptian Tanya who hoped D'Vorah might be able to 'recruit' a stranger/mercenary who'd help the warriors depose the unking Kotal Kahn. D'Vorah resolved to answer this 'prayer' and set out with her calculating ways to find a hero, with her insect-tentacles of persuasion/influence!

D'Vorah found the right warrior for this mission for Outworld in the form of the gunshooter and slick but quiet-man Erron Black, a rogue 'cowboy' from Earth-realm who crossed over into the Mortal Kombat dimension simply for pure profit, having mastered many levels of Earth-realm gunfight(s). Erron Black was dashing and cold and skillful and a pure killer with his handy-dandy ornamental old Western guns/pistols. He never missed. D'Vorah hoped to introduce Erron Black to Tanya, the woman who prayed for him!

TANYA: We've to steal the emerald-of-power from Kotal Kahn's palace after you defeat the Kombat-champion (Leatherface)!

ERRON: 'Leatherface'...sounds ominous.

TANYA: If you do this for us, you'd win my admiration...and praises!

ERRON: I like this 'look' in your eye, beautiful Tanya...but I'm wondering about Kahn's security surrounding the emerald itself.

ERRON: I'll do this for Tanya, but me thinks I'm falling in love with this Egyptian 'handmaiden' of Outworld hellfire and IQ.

ERRON: I challenge the Kombat-champion 'Leatherface' in the arena, Lord Kahn, for the chance to showcase your emerald!

KAHN: You've the look of a defiant gun-toting war-master, Erron Black, but I 'suspect' you're a mercenary-of-sorts.

ERRON: You need not 'worry' about my intent, since I'll entertain Outworld with my gun-lyric(s).

KAHN: Very well...I'm a persuaded monarch (for the time being).

TANYA: That Erron is not only calculating and wise but also skillful and resourceful; he shot Leatherface in the hand.

D'VORAH: I think you've fallen for this 'Mr. Black' in Outworld, fair but troubled Tanya, my darling!
TANYA: Well, he downed that gargoyle Leatherface and simultaneously swapped Kahn's emerald with a crafted replica/fake!

D'VORAH: They'll certainly make 'portraits' of Mr. Black's heroics/antics in Outworld (especially kids).

TANYA: I've fallen in 'love' with your heroic mastery, Mr. Erron Black.

ERRON: Hey, maybe I got here (to Outworld)...from Earth-realm...for your hand, Tanya!

TANYA: There's room for 'Catholic faith' in love/romance in Outworld for a human-gunshooter from Earth-realm?

ERRON: You've got a funny way of seeing through my mind, Tanya...how'd you know I'm Catholic (by faith)?

TANYA: You've the look of a wandering soul in search of religion that's decorated by human hands.

ERRON: Yeah...maybe I'm drawn to you too, my Egyptian lady.

TANYA: This may be the start of an Outworld...courtship...Mr. Black.

ERRON: Well, you've got my 'sense' of democracy!

D'VORAH: I've made you a special hand-fan for Tanya...for you to 'gift' to her, Mr. Black.

ERRON: I suddenly feel like a 'cyber-faerie' of romance from Earth-realm.

D'VORAH: Don't believe in faeries, Mr. Black?
ERRON: I've seen enough not to...but maybe Egyptian Tanya is one!

D'VORAH: Give her this fan...let it rest in your hands...and rest your hands.

ERRON: Thanks, sorceress!

Tanya knew Raiden (master of lightning) had been master of the Outworld Kombat tourneys and gained the respect of Kotal Kahn himself. However, she'd now fallen in love with D'Vorah's recruited gunshooting mercenary, Erron Black. The two began a love-affair. This was indeed a time of 'faerie' dreams in Outworld (and perhaps also in Earth-realm). Raiden would've been proud (sitting on his mountain and meditating on the 'dance' of electric-design(s)).