Hungry for Revenge [open]

Jegath · January 14, 2008, 06:45 PM

Early Ioannes in the Season of Summer
Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum

The moons had risen as Jegath walked the streets, his cape hiding his gruesome appendages as he walked, the leather that harnessed his weapons groaned as he walked with unwavering eyes that sought out the shadows where hidden things lurked despite having quite poor eyesight in the twilight hours. His talons clicked on the cobblestone streets, grating softly when he accidentally dragged his leg, he was exhausted from walking, running, and all these other things. Lich, his eyes narrowed into cold-hearted slits at the memory of him. Jegath knew he would have to return, someday, and face the monster, but not now, now he needed slaves.

Slaves to appeal his master, or adventurers, either would do nicely.

But no, not right now - now he had to get a taste of the city. The Lich when living had probably walked this very backdrawn alley, hunting for poor innocent souls to test his little spells and knife on. Inhaling, the Dracon held his breath and pulled his cloak off, four wings protruded from his back, one set normal and the other skeletal and tendons. Folding the cloak and tucking it away in his pack, Jegath's wings stretched out and beat at the musty still air before they curled around him.

He would try to rest here tonight, in the shallow lee of a stone cold building.

Kalenel D'Rinishad · January 14, 2008, 08:20 PM

The son of House Vamai'tai walked gracefully through the streets, happy that the sun had finally gone down. Keeping his cloak hood on to hid his visage, Kalenel stuck to the backstreets and alleys almost out of instinct. His longswords upon him and a dagger tucked somewhere about his body, the young D'rinishad felt some sort of protection in the dangerous alleys. Nevertheless, Kalenel knew he must stay cautious at all times.

Walking by a fairly unknown alley, Kalenel suddenly stopped in his tracks. Clearly within plain sight, Kalenel stood to look upon the dracon and his unusual set of wings. It was the curosity of his youth that made him do it, but the reason mattered not. He was in plain sight and quickly snapped his mind back into focus.

"Vedui..." Was the only thing he managed to mutter.

Jegath · January 15, 2008, 06:35 PM

Jegath growled, not a tick of time and already being disturbed. The white scarred, rose to his feet, knees and leg joints crackling as he rose up from his crouching position. Unmarred wings flared out and then settled against his back, then the second pair of skeletal wings mimicked and folded themselves along the backsides of the fleshy ones, curling against them like lovers. His face although, looked far from that of a lover, perhaps a well whipped slave would of been a better description, as he turned his head and muscled body to look a the Dark Elf. Scars, they licked over his muzzle and neck, tracing patterns over his chest as he tilted his head to consider the Elf.

The word, what was that word. The Dracon's thin scaly lips pulled back and he attempted to utter it back. "Vedui," Jegath managed, his voice crack and groaned over the word like rusty hinges on old doors - apparently he had no talked in a while. A long sickle shaped claw rose and stroked the bronze collar at his neck, tracing over the skull that lay in the collar.

The Lich's words rang in his head: "You will each take a dagger and one other weapon. You will go out into the world and find me more subjects. Take as long as you need, but remember… Your oath will allow me to watch you. Do not fail me! When you find someone suitable, it would be better to have you entice them back to the Hinterlands. We will find you from there."

Vysstitchi, dark deceitful race, but normally they had slaves - perhaps they would part with a few if the price was right, a the thought a twisted smile curled the Dracon's face.

Kalenel D'Rinishad · January 16, 2008, 12:14 AM

Looking upon the wicked creature, Kalenel's hands inched closer for the hilt's of his swords. The scarring and the unusual wings created a dark aura as the young D'rinishad looked upon the dracon. "What are you?" Was the simple question Kalenel posed, wanting to know more.

ooc: sorry for the short post.

Jegath · January 16, 2008, 01:03 PM

Jegath blinked his slanted yellow eyes at the Elf, turned his head to regard him better and burst out laughing, clawed fingers hooking around his hips as he rocked back, grinning. There was absolutely no malice in his grin and for a second they were soft and not-judging as he fixed them on the Dark Elf.

"Oh, now there is a long tale, Master Vysstichi," grinned the Dracon a bit cruelly as his voice groaned and creaked from disuse, "but in short I am a lone Dracon that was diced, sliced, mutilated, beaten and grafted upon by a Lich. Now you know what I am." He bowed to the Vysstitchi, large skeletal wings stretched and fanned out before the Dracon straightened. A claw came up to flick at the rings set in the membranes of his ear and his head ducked slightly.

"A little early to be running in such dark alleys, no?" his head tilted up at the darkening sky and he unfolded his cloak, wrapping it around his shoulders and pulling the hood over his face. "I am sure your parents would mourn their loss if you wound up in the wrong hands, like these - but I have no interest in you, do not worry, for now."

OoC: not a problem

Kalenel D'Rinishad · January 17, 2008, 10:13 PM

"It looks as if he did do quite a number on you." Kalenel said passively as the dracon spoke. Now over his initial fear, Kalenel grew more and more interested in the dracon. Crossing his arms casually, leaving his elbows to rest upon his sword hilts, the young D'rinishad settled into a more relaxed posture.

Kalenel's eyes widened for a moment at the mention of his parents. Despite his treatment at a younger age, Kalenel did not take kindly to those types of comments. The fact that the dracon looked like a mutated slave did not help the fact either. It was not the vyystichi way to accept comments as such from a slave, and Kalenel held true to that sterotype. Looking squarely at the dracon, Kalenel's eyes flared fiercly.

Drawing his blades a few inches out of their sheaths, Kalenel took a sudden step forward. "You will not survive the night with words like that, slave!" Kalenel said with more than a little harshness. "Perhaps I will get the chance to etch my initials in your flesh..."

Jegath · January 18, 2008, 09:03 AM

Jegath grinned at the Vysstichi, his yellow eyes never once leaving his face, his clawed hands pushed everything aside, clearly baring his exposed belly and chest that were lean from running and hunger.

"Slave, yes," the Dracon bared his chest. "Perhaps you can remove my bonds for me, but please, don't hurt me too much - I might like it. That is not the reason I am here though, I'm looking for the homeless and less fortunate, the Master of the House has promised them a better life, probably wishes to seek future apprentice Necromancers, I do not know for certain. You may kill me, if you like, or mutilate me," Jegath said again, tossing his short sword and dagger at his clawed foot, "but then what will happen to the children? Learning to be petty thieves and rogues, killing each other for their next meal... or young and strong with education on their backs. Perhaps they will return to build the slums in which they came from in the Southern Quarter or ensure the safety of the city below Vortex... oh the possibilities. Now, what can I interest you in besides my life?"

It was perhaps the queerest thing, the Dracon standing there, torso barred to the young Dark Elf, a mask of calm.

Kalenel D'Rinishad · February 10, 2008, 03:07 PM

"I care nothing for whoever your worthless master is, and even less for those stupid enough to follow him," Kalenel said, a flare in his eyes once more. "Real strength lies in what you, yourself possess. Sadly, it looks like you only possess sly words."

Kalenel then advanced slowly toward him, swords still drawn. He made no move to attack, but was ready to defend himself if need be. He glared harshly at the dracon as he moved, wanting to test the slave's true strength.

ooc: Forgot all about this thread, sorry!

Jegath · February 13, 2008, 03:04 PM

Jegath shrugged softly.

"Bold words, elf, bold words. Here, let me make a target for you... where would you like it? My heart? My stomach? My forearms?" Jegath smirked quietly and extended a sharp ivory claw and tapped it against each said body part. "Oh, I know, I will pick it for you." Suddenly the claw lurched forward and sank into the Dracon's bared shoulder, black blood began to well up along the claw as he sank it in with a muted groan.

Hurt so good. Jegath smiled and ripped the claw away from the flesh wound.

"Alright, your turn."

Kalenel D'Rinishad · March 20, 2008, 12:35 AM

Kalenel, to simply put it, was astonished by the acts of the dracon. The sight of the blood dripping off his claw frightened him a bit, but Kalenel managed to control himself. Whatever his plans were in Vortex, they were vile ones by the looks of things. Bringing his blades to the ready, Kalenel planned to test the words of his new opponent.

With two quick thrusts toward the appendages of the dracon, Kalenel stayed out of range of any counterattacks. "Who is this master that you serve, fool?"

Jegath · March 22, 2008, 01:04 AM

Jegath grunted a little bit, but eyed the thrusting blades oh-so causally - emitting a small sigh at their pricks before his wings fanned and folded behind him once more.

"Are we going to fight the darkening away, or have a pleasant talk like normal beings?" began Jegath, his claws tracing over his scales in an absent gesture, much like when a noble finds a bit of dust on his ermine fur coat. Without much concern for the Dark Elf the Dracon took a seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him before he uttered a soft sigh - black blood seeping slowly from the confines of his body.

"My Master, Master Elf, is seeking young minds to train to be Archmages, I was passing by Vortex - I am slowly making my trek across to Archadoon and thought - what a better place to stop and feed hungry minds and stomachs. I know I... look a bit... evil, but my intentions are pure. Will you deny the innocents their sip of water and bread?"

Kalenel D'Rinishad · March 23, 2008, 02:43 PM

Anger erupted from Kalenel in a primal grunt before he finally sheathed his blades. What was with this dracon? Kalenel looked to him a long while before, without a word, he sat down along with him. Emotions ran rampant through Kalenel's mind, one second he turned to violence but now to curiosity.

"Speak...Tell me of your lord."

Jegath · March 23, 2008, 04:10 PM

The Dracon sighed at the young Elf's grunt as he eased his torso against a side of the building in an act of exhaustion. He was tired, he had been trekking across the lands, all the way from that far desert city named Imperia to here. It was quite a trek.

"Well, he isn't much to look at," laughed the Dracon, his voice grated like gravel under wheels before he sighed - wings stretching. "And his intentions were not pure in my creation - and he is a bit off the old rocker - but underneath it all, he is not so horrible."

Kalenel D'Rinishad · March 23, 2008, 06:37 PM

Kalenel listened intently, crossing his legs as the dracon spoke to him. "Does this 'lord' have a name?" He posed, wanting to know more.

Jegath · March 27, 2008, 08:04 PM

Jegath offered a tight-lipped smile - really the only that Dracons knew how to give - before his voice grated like stone in a soft, injured laugh. Playing with the black blood that seeped from his open wounds, smearing it against his pearl-colored scales.

His only answer was: "When he tried to take my tongue - I did not think to stop and ask."