Post by phoenix on Jun 6, 2009 11:14:10 GMT 5.5
((Hope you guys are up for another. Sadly this post in not up to the standards I usually hold but I unfortunately have a bit of rust to work off before I am back to my full glory.))
"Please! Please don't!" whined the bartender helplessly. Try as he might he was unable to remove Noctis' hand from his collar and his fingers from his temple.
Noctis backhanded the man in one quick motion and continued the exercise. "You're whining is not helping my concentration," He spat. Why must such idiots populate the world. Ugh.Every vein on the man's body was raised to the very surface of the skin , looking as if they were all about to burst at any second. After a few more seconds the man lost pallor and the veins receded. The color from his irises went from a dark brown to almost nothing, like a completely dilated pupil. Noctis removed his two fingers from the temple of the bartender. Once the sleaze of a man fell to the ground, he began to convulse for a few moments before entering a grand mal seizure. A single breath later the man lay motionless on the ground.
"Insolent Cur," Noctis insulted the corpse."So it seems there are two of particular interest, a traveling sorcerer and a half breed mercenary. I have a feeling Mortia would love to have these two as part of her so called army," he murmured to himself dryly. "I can't believe I just had to read through your boring and perverse mind, and waste that much useful magic, just to get that sad bit of information."
Noctis then knelt beside the bartender and began to chant in an indiscernible language. He removed glove on one hand revealing a maimed and scarred appendage, appearing to be more chewed upon than anything else. As he placed the hand on the body, the entire corpse's tissue completely decayed as if it had been a year. Any of their remaining life-force went up his arm, down his torso, and into an odd talisman hanging from his waist. Noctis stood back up and looked upon the shriveled up corpse. I must say, I really do know how to create art.
Finally he left a calling card, to lay a false trail, a piece of a red scarf, much like he had seen the sorcerer wearing in the bartender's thoughts. It was not exactly the same, but the uneducated folk of this town would never know the difference. Hell, these people can't even tell the difference between a woman and a hole in a mattress, he thought as he lay the scarf on top of the skull.
The next part would be the most interesting, he would have to get these people to trust him, which would be much more easily said then done. Typically the best way to accomplish such, would be some conflagration or crisis of sorts, but that would attract too much attention from the sorcerer, which brought him to a contingency plan. In order to think clearly he removed a small stone from a side satchel and placed it in his hand. This unique stone acted as a pensieve, into which he emptied all of the bartender's thoughts. Once done, he replaced the stone carefully, and walked into the unsuspecting tavern.
As almost every person who walked into the tavern seemed to, Noctis attracted a fair amount of unnecessary attention. Unfortunately his odd appearance did not help him. One bar maid screamed when she accidentally bumped into him, and a man who was evidentially a loyal patron of the tavern fell over, although whether that was just coincidental timing, Noctis was not sure. All the rest of the reactions simply went unnoticed as he took a seat and waiting to enact the next part of his recent plan.
This will most certainly be an interesting evening, and hopefully that's an understatement.
"Please! Please don't!" whined the bartender helplessly. Try as he might he was unable to remove Noctis' hand from his collar and his fingers from his temple.
Noctis backhanded the man in one quick motion and continued the exercise. "You're whining is not helping my concentration," He spat. Why must such idiots populate the world. Ugh.Every vein on the man's body was raised to the very surface of the skin , looking as if they were all about to burst at any second. After a few more seconds the man lost pallor and the veins receded. The color from his irises went from a dark brown to almost nothing, like a completely dilated pupil. Noctis removed his two fingers from the temple of the bartender. Once the sleaze of a man fell to the ground, he began to convulse for a few moments before entering a grand mal seizure. A single breath later the man lay motionless on the ground.
"Insolent Cur," Noctis insulted the corpse."So it seems there are two of particular interest, a traveling sorcerer and a half breed mercenary. I have a feeling Mortia would love to have these two as part of her so called army," he murmured to himself dryly. "I can't believe I just had to read through your boring and perverse mind, and waste that much useful magic, just to get that sad bit of information."
Noctis then knelt beside the bartender and began to chant in an indiscernible language. He removed glove on one hand revealing a maimed and scarred appendage, appearing to be more chewed upon than anything else. As he placed the hand on the body, the entire corpse's tissue completely decayed as if it had been a year. Any of their remaining life-force went up his arm, down his torso, and into an odd talisman hanging from his waist. Noctis stood back up and looked upon the shriveled up corpse. I must say, I really do know how to create art.
Finally he left a calling card, to lay a false trail, a piece of a red scarf, much like he had seen the sorcerer wearing in the bartender's thoughts. It was not exactly the same, but the uneducated folk of this town would never know the difference. Hell, these people can't even tell the difference between a woman and a hole in a mattress, he thought as he lay the scarf on top of the skull.
The next part would be the most interesting, he would have to get these people to trust him, which would be much more easily said then done. Typically the best way to accomplish such, would be some conflagration or crisis of sorts, but that would attract too much attention from the sorcerer, which brought him to a contingency plan. In order to think clearly he removed a small stone from a side satchel and placed it in his hand. This unique stone acted as a pensieve, into which he emptied all of the bartender's thoughts. Once done, he replaced the stone carefully, and walked into the unsuspecting tavern.
As almost every person who walked into the tavern seemed to, Noctis attracted a fair amount of unnecessary attention. Unfortunately his odd appearance did not help him. One bar maid screamed when she accidentally bumped into him, and a man who was evidentially a loyal patron of the tavern fell over, although whether that was just coincidental timing, Noctis was not sure. All the rest of the reactions simply went unnoticed as he took a seat and waiting to enact the next part of his recent plan.
This will most certainly be an interesting evening, and hopefully that's an understatement.