He wandered out of the beastlands in a state of shock and confusion. A paladin trust him, another request his help, then a woman said "you seem a nice fellow". Were they so blind to threats before them? He had just gone though the realm of merciua just to see how much blood he could shed from them knee bending bastards. Animus had seen the Athar badge, had learned some of his views yet still trust him.
The question of if he had changed was laughable, he still enjoyed bloodshed, war, and screaming. Perhaps it was the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Such a policy might have blinded them to his ill will to most. Either way seethe had done what he would have had a hard time on his own. Gained trust of those in the law, of those with good standing in society, and created a large shadow for him to hide in.
Setting traps for those he would soon employee should prove amusing, old tricks coming to pass yet again. Though he needed to get his spies more organised, more motivated, and more of them period.
Musing this over he was interrupted by a big green thing.
"Hey cutter do this task if you value jink, though waste my time I will tear off your limbs and beat you with them".
Threats usually meant danger or coin a smile behind the mask he listened carefully. Hell if the green thing knew him, could have saved jink just asking him to do the task.
With an odd item in a bag he sang out of tune, " Em lads em kneel me 'ave a treat...put somet'n on ya gods seat, 'ope it ya like em shiny gift, figure last ya see while ya live." *chuckles*
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He sat at the inn tapping at the table and giving looks at any that passed by proving he wanted to be alone. Things were getting interesting, seems he is starting to gain folks to aid in supplying him with information. Would showing them to each other be wise? How about setting them to spy on each other that always proved useful. A Target is a target, a mark a mark would they wonder better. Send them after random folk along with each other to attain information.
He looked over a sheet of paper, Mercs something he typically disliked. Folks with everything for sale yet nothing of value. What honour or loyalty do they truly hold when it turns with coin. While scum they can be useful scum if they are able to finish tasks put before them. Perhaps they might prove useful though expendable.
Looking at his surroundings he missed the tower with the bone chair, and numerous gollems. Though perhaps in time he could buy another it was nice having the ghost of the dwarves haunting the tower their bodies help mortar together. An odd thought due to the time if tainting was when he allowed such things to exist around him then, as he did now. Undead should be destroyed there is nothing else to be said.
Chewing some ice he thought about the last night, someone offered to hire him to fix a problem. If mat was around he would be more likely to accept it. Though for now he rather hire out or do something more distasteful then death. Drow are so easy, fools with faith, marked with distrust, and full of screams to come.
"Aye dirt elf matron....will be nice ta see 'ow ya 'andle it....can ya keep ya pride, life, 'n folks follow'n ya...em cards tis stack'd wit ya 'n if'n ya do survive doubt ya pride do well"
He laughed tossed a few jink on the table and walked out into the shadows.
He looked over a sheet of paper, Mercs something he typically disliked. Folks with everything for sale yet nothing of value. What honour or loyalty do they truly hold when it turns with coin. While scum they can be useful scum if they are able to finish tasks put before them. Perhaps they might prove useful though expendable.
Looking at his surroundings he missed the tower with the bone chair, and numerous gollems. Though perhaps in time he could buy another it was nice having the ghost of the dwarves haunting the tower their bodies help mortar together. An odd thought due to the time if tainting was when he allowed such things to exist around him then, as he did now. Undead should be destroyed there is nothing else to be said.
Chewing some ice he thought about the last night, someone offered to hire him to fix a problem. If mat was around he would be more likely to accept it. Though for now he rather hire out or do something more distasteful then death. Drow are so easy, fools with faith, marked with distrust, and full of screams to come.
"Aye dirt elf matron....will be nice ta see 'ow ya 'andle it....can ya keep ya pride, life, 'n folks follow'n ya...em cards tis stack'd wit ya 'n if'n ya do survive doubt ya pride do well"
He laughed tossed a few jink on the table and walked out into the shadows.
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http://z13.invisionfree.com/nwn2planesc ... topic=1078
http://z13.invisionfree.com/nwn2planesc ... topic=1413
*coming soon new story kinda pondering it for now*
http://z13.invisionfree.com/nwn2planesc ... topic=1413
*coming soon new story kinda pondering it for now*
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He read the scrolls over again and again pondering how to make them useful. Nothing that he could re-create nor use was in them though seemed she had some talent. Would seeking to have Gwyn seek the thread between the three things he seeks be a wise idea? Even if she did find them how would he acquire them? Storming the abyss is a fool hardy thing.
Then there was the offer to join a group by pledging loyalty and signing contracts. With freedom within grasp why sell so cheap? Work with them in spreading terror, mayhem, and starting a war sure. Though he would be an ignorant accomplice, creating a shield in case of they succeed or fail.
Perhaps it was time to put the wheels in motion to see how able they are to weasel out of a contract. Get the two to seek each other out to free jach if they are able then they might be able to do the same with the contract he so sought.
If they figured out the truth a holiday would be in order until he would be safe to hide again. Though it should prove profitable to get that contract switched to rightful person. From father of sorts to child of sorts, it would be loose yet should work. Perhaps if he could get an item or some of that succibus's essence he could pull her to the realm then after being dealt with dragg to abyss to finish her for good.
The prize for the deed was great, a large pile of jink was just icing. Perhaps this time the wheels will move towards all he sought on this doughnut from the aybss.
Then there was the offer to join a group by pledging loyalty and signing contracts. With freedom within grasp why sell so cheap? Work with them in spreading terror, mayhem, and starting a war sure. Though he would be an ignorant accomplice, creating a shield in case of they succeed or fail.
Perhaps it was time to put the wheels in motion to see how able they are to weasel out of a contract. Get the two to seek each other out to free jach if they are able then they might be able to do the same with the contract he so sought.
If they figured out the truth a holiday would be in order until he would be safe to hide again. Though it should prove profitable to get that contract switched to rightful person. From father of sorts to child of sorts, it would be loose yet should work. Perhaps if he could get an item or some of that succibus's essence he could pull her to the realm then after being dealt with dragg to abyss to finish her for good.
The prize for the deed was great, a large pile of jink was just icing. Perhaps this time the wheels will move towards all he sought on this doughnut from the aybss.
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Was a typical day a walk towards the market, thoughts of something cold drawing him close. His goal in view, it struck him like a mace. His skin felt like peeling, the pain was so bad he almost sought to tear off his helm. His vision blurred as the steam filled his mask, Shiv reached for the wall only to fall.
It felt the world spin around him, which suddenly ended with a thud upon solid ground. As his vision cleared he knew were he was and why the heat was so intense. Dusting himself off he looked to the succibus a woman of beauty and disgust.
She looked him over as if something drew her attention and finally noticed some bug. "Were have you been my toy? Seems you escaped my grasp. Egh what is that you wear. *a smile* I sense magic upon you give it to me then put the garb on my toys are meant to wear".
A tilt of the head the only response, followed by her slamming her chair, "I own you do as I say, you know not the suffering bad toys get".
Shiv laughed, "command all ya want....'haps ya donna know 'ow ta read ya daft winged dog....live'n frees me from ya bonds. Ya might 'ave got me 'ere though ya only got 'bout me shadow taint much else." He watched amused as she tried to claw though him, at best disturbing his image like a rock in a pond.
"tsk ya even uglier angry...donna matter 'n time I be free of ya bonds wit what ya stole....'n nuter will 'ave em..donna worry ya taint gonna die...will 'ave ya serve me 'stead as ya be em property ta if'n work out right.. 'course if'n ya wish ta avoid dis ya could just curl up 'n die."
Abyssal curses were heard as he returned to his body, she was a weak creature only able to attain what she did by luck. Both knew this, though she did not know how he had freed himself, nor what suffering would be found if he succeed in true freedom.
Walking to the bar he ordered his usual "somet'n cold". Putting one flask of ice in his shirt to cool him and drinking from one that he had already thawed. Something new that he did not care for yet would have to look into it later.
It felt the world spin around him, which suddenly ended with a thud upon solid ground. As his vision cleared he knew were he was and why the heat was so intense. Dusting himself off he looked to the succibus a woman of beauty and disgust.
She looked him over as if something drew her attention and finally noticed some bug. "Were have you been my toy? Seems you escaped my grasp. Egh what is that you wear. *a smile* I sense magic upon you give it to me then put the garb on my toys are meant to wear".
A tilt of the head the only response, followed by her slamming her chair, "I own you do as I say, you know not the suffering bad toys get".
Shiv laughed, "command all ya want....'haps ya donna know 'ow ta read ya daft winged dog....live'n frees me from ya bonds. Ya might 'ave got me 'ere though ya only got 'bout me shadow taint much else." He watched amused as she tried to claw though him, at best disturbing his image like a rock in a pond.
"tsk ya even uglier angry...donna matter 'n time I be free of ya bonds wit what ya stole....'n nuter will 'ave em..donna worry ya taint gonna die...will 'ave ya serve me 'stead as ya be em property ta if'n work out right.. 'course if'n ya wish ta avoid dis ya could just curl up 'n die."
Abyssal curses were heard as he returned to his body, she was a weak creature only able to attain what she did by luck. Both knew this, though she did not know how he had freed himself, nor what suffering would be found if he succeed in true freedom.
Walking to the bar he ordered his usual "somet'n cold". Putting one flask of ice in his shirt to cool him and drinking from one that he had already thawed. Something new that he did not care for yet would have to look into it later.
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Finally he had the right spell crafted over time and trade, a good diamond to hold it and three vials to help. What better then in plain sight to hide what he was doing. If it was something dangerous or important who would notice it in a bar.
Acting as normal shiv ordered "somet'n cold". A frozen bottle of water that he put under his shirt cooling his body. Everyone assumed the red speckles flowing around him was a nightsheild spell or some such. Though it was truly a spell of containing attempting to keep his temperature down though some times the heat evaporated some of his blood. Never enough to kill or wound just enough to annoy, a typical laugh from the abyss. Much like his wards their purpose would seem protection though it was truly to keep people from contact to not learn what they might.
All of this also assured a table to himself, who wants to sit with the spooky skull man in a bar when many other more interesting or talkative folk around. He readied his gem on a stand, then put the three vials around it, finally three scrolls by the three vials. He muttered an arcane words causing the runes to flow into the gem, then the vials drained into it. Taken into the spell he finished exhausted for a moment unaware of those around.
There it sat, a glowing red diamond, pulsing with red light within like a freshly plucked heart. He commented on its look then plucked it up quickly. Watching small lines from his hand to the gem, finally part of what he sought was done.
Later in a tree in the beast land he plucked that gem out of his mask looking it over. "finally have part of a how, now need a when, and were".
Acting as normal shiv ordered "somet'n cold". A frozen bottle of water that he put under his shirt cooling his body. Everyone assumed the red speckles flowing around him was a nightsheild spell or some such. Though it was truly a spell of containing attempting to keep his temperature down though some times the heat evaporated some of his blood. Never enough to kill or wound just enough to annoy, a typical laugh from the abyss. Much like his wards their purpose would seem protection though it was truly to keep people from contact to not learn what they might.
All of this also assured a table to himself, who wants to sit with the spooky skull man in a bar when many other more interesting or talkative folk around. He readied his gem on a stand, then put the three vials around it, finally three scrolls by the three vials. He muttered an arcane words causing the runes to flow into the gem, then the vials drained into it. Taken into the spell he finished exhausted for a moment unaware of those around.
There it sat, a glowing red diamond, pulsing with red light within like a freshly plucked heart. He commented on its look then plucked it up quickly. Watching small lines from his hand to the gem, finally part of what he sought was done.
Later in a tree in the beast land he plucked that gem out of his mask looking it over. "finally have part of a how, now need a when, and were".
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Shiv layed in the tree musing, "so Zadara killed Jach, though Ceszar put forth a meet'n tween em 'n Vor...Interest'n". He rolled a gem in his hand stopping short of his pinkie each time. There was many things to be done, perhaps fixing his digit problem would be a good start as well. The thought of taking one off a corpse or a living body to mend to his own was appalling seeing negative energy could be used in such. Bringing him closer to undeath an idea truly disgusting.
Seeing his eye in the reflection of the gem, reminded him of how he regained vision. True it was a living donation a mixture of troll blood and magic. So a living replacement is possible, or perhaps a gollem part. A chuckle his response to such a notion, no best a living graft as before though would have to be cut from a living host to work right.
Might be less painful then an eye replacement perhaps he would buy some parts off an illithad's would be meal to do so. Taking off his gloves to look at his hands he hears echos of words spoken recently, "You do not seem to be seeking revenge". True he was not, everything he was doing would probably end in not bloodshed, yet why? Why did he give a damn about Jach?
Truth is he had pondered murdering him to remove competition much as he aided Rafiel in seeking Seethe. Another pathetic battle of wits with no blood shed. Was that what troubled him, no battle no glory, no battle ending in ankle deep gore.
Reaching to his waste feeling a few bags until coming upon the small one containing his pipe along with some bogweed, a reminder of his success. Three bags made from that dead fool full of jink, wares, and things to enchant. Way things were going soon dragons would cry at his horde.
The fact his cover is now his career, something meant to hide him seeking spies or allow him to over hear things. Now kept him so busy he was unable to cause any mayhem or suffering. The cry of battle was recently only with devils and demons. They never plead nor give the look of sorrow as a typical mortal would in their last moments.
Perhaps he is seeking revenge though not to make something right or settle a debt. Perhaps he just wanted a reason to create those last seconds of suffering and create a new tattoo. Torturing zuupuu would just be an excuse to attain knowledge in hopes to attain mali if she still lives. Though again if he cooperates there is no reason to harm him.
If zadara killed jach, and Ceszar set up the appointment then perhaps she knew of the contract jach had signed. Something that interested him on a personal level, again acting selfless helps cover up selfish things. Soon he might see that man again with the rumour spreading of Shiv seeking his shards. Something he would not spread unless he had an ace up his sleeve. Threats, or an attack might happen, though when dealing with someone who steals souls it would help if shiv still possesed his to truly be a threat.
Interesting enough none of the spirit walkers nor mages have figured that out. How could they none have anything of his to examine nor would figure him to be what he is. Sighing he put his glove back on, loop holes and contracts were so annoying. Perhaps soon he would figure a were, and when to retrieve that contract and truly become complete. Sliding his compass stone back into his mask he wandered to town, maybe today he would just fix one issue. Tomorrow is a good day to kill someone, then seek to fix another problem.
Seeing his eye in the reflection of the gem, reminded him of how he regained vision. True it was a living donation a mixture of troll blood and magic. So a living replacement is possible, or perhaps a gollem part. A chuckle his response to such a notion, no best a living graft as before though would have to be cut from a living host to work right.
Might be less painful then an eye replacement perhaps he would buy some parts off an illithad's would be meal to do so. Taking off his gloves to look at his hands he hears echos of words spoken recently, "You do not seem to be seeking revenge". True he was not, everything he was doing would probably end in not bloodshed, yet why? Why did he give a damn about Jach?
Truth is he had pondered murdering him to remove competition much as he aided Rafiel in seeking Seethe. Another pathetic battle of wits with no blood shed. Was that what troubled him, no battle no glory, no battle ending in ankle deep gore.
Reaching to his waste feeling a few bags until coming upon the small one containing his pipe along with some bogweed, a reminder of his success. Three bags made from that dead fool full of jink, wares, and things to enchant. Way things were going soon dragons would cry at his horde.
The fact his cover is now his career, something meant to hide him seeking spies or allow him to over hear things. Now kept him so busy he was unable to cause any mayhem or suffering. The cry of battle was recently only with devils and demons. They never plead nor give the look of sorrow as a typical mortal would in their last moments.
Perhaps he is seeking revenge though not to make something right or settle a debt. Perhaps he just wanted a reason to create those last seconds of suffering and create a new tattoo. Torturing zuupuu would just be an excuse to attain knowledge in hopes to attain mali if she still lives. Though again if he cooperates there is no reason to harm him.
If zadara killed jach, and Ceszar set up the appointment then perhaps she knew of the contract jach had signed. Something that interested him on a personal level, again acting selfless helps cover up selfish things. Soon he might see that man again with the rumour spreading of Shiv seeking his shards. Something he would not spread unless he had an ace up his sleeve. Threats, or an attack might happen, though when dealing with someone who steals souls it would help if shiv still possesed his to truly be a threat.
Interesting enough none of the spirit walkers nor mages have figured that out. How could they none have anything of his to examine nor would figure him to be what he is. Sighing he put his glove back on, loop holes and contracts were so annoying. Perhaps soon he would figure a were, and when to retrieve that contract and truly become complete. Sliding his compass stone back into his mask he wandered to town, maybe today he would just fix one issue. Tomorrow is a good day to kill someone, then seek to fix another problem.
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Shopping for the something is so tedious, why woman do so is beyond his understanding. Even harder when no real store exist for what is being sought. he had pondered ilithad though a thrall would only use their fingers as requested making them stiff, or used them past the point of pain also making them worthless.
Sadly he had resorted to playing bait in order to find an apple chaser. Figuring a cut purse would be very dexterous, they would also take care of their hands. Years of being scum of the earth it was hard to fight the tatics to hide something valuable . Of course he had to dress outside his usual garb, good thing he had been crafting something else to wear. Though his manners were hard to hide being a person of talent.
Shiv has been reading up on sigil, slang being the current study. Blood was a term for someone of power perhaps some could smell the amount of blood on him. Maybe it was the odd glow he gave, something so easy to hide in his shell. Perhaps now they could see what he is, making them leary of him figuring a puppet with a master nearby moving the strings.
Half the day wandering the town acting the mark then finally someone took the bait. A hin go figure, fingers fair from what was needed. After beating them in a back alley, along with taking what meager belongings they had he continued playing a mark. Sadly the day went just about the same those who might fit what he wanted would not take the bait. The small fishes that did he would either retrieve the small bag of jink, or rob them. So fair acquiring 300 jink robbing random thieves.
Annoyed, and thirsty he walked into a pub to get some water. Finally a good size fish grabbed the bait. Though instead of catching him here, shiv waited for him out side. The bag had a special gem making it easy to know someone's location. Though a typical cut throat would use the back alley to leave under the guise of taking a leak.
Like clock work, the man left the bar stopping in a nearby alley to check his bounty. Only to look at his chest in surprise. A bolt stuck there, trying to shout he then saw a vision of death before him. Shiv in his normal garb crossbow in one hand wand the other. If the paralysing bolt had any affect or not did not really matter. Getting hit in the face with the crossbow put his lights out, landing in a pile of garbage.
Shiv's head bobbed, no laughter came out, silence wands sure were handy. Going to work quickly before someone noticed, Shiv tied the cut purse to his back then made the man down a solution. He then tied another bit of clothe over the man. looking himself over approving of his new Man pack, he ran off to the laboratory he set up.
The poor sod woke up strapped to a table, "Why am I here?....what are those bloody blades there for? ....am I dead? I can get you jink, set me free".
Shiv's visage loomed over him ," oh em?....wanted ta see if'n ya scream like a girl. Tis actually an illusion twas figure'n ta make ya tink I carved of a leg or somet'n but den figured ya die of fear 'haps".
Looking around desperate for a way out of this he recognised the mask,"You are that merchant Shiv, perhaps I can acquire something for you? maybe peddle wares that are hot you need a fence? My name is Simon, I am not sure why I am here but I am sure I an prove useful perhaps make you jink."
Shiv's response was one that made the lad wet himself, with a wave of his hand the illusion faded. Instead of a table of bloody tools there was an odd contraption that looked like a torture device. He put the cut purses pinky finger into the device and measured a few things."Simon ya say eh?...me ta 'ow interest'n....ya 'ere for simple reason ya 'ave good fingers 'n I need a few....twould hold still...'n scream'n taint gonna help ya not in sigil 'ere..."
Walking away shiv put his own hand into a device looking the same, giving the lad a preview of what was to come cutting a bit of his nub of a pinky off. "AAAh....that wakes ya up in the morning...I lied lad....hurts like hell". With that he pushed lever down severing the digit. While the lad screamed he applied a solution to the finger then affixed it the nub.
Humming out of tune Shiv sewed his new finger on, noticing a twing of feeling flowing into it. A slight tilt to his head while inspecting the new finger gained a nod of approval. "ah, ya quit scream'n lad...no bleed'n ta death 'afore I get em other one." The cigar pressed against crying man's stub was only the begining of a terrible night, sadly his last as well.
Sadly he had resorted to playing bait in order to find an apple chaser. Figuring a cut purse would be very dexterous, they would also take care of their hands. Years of being scum of the earth it was hard to fight the tatics to hide something valuable . Of course he had to dress outside his usual garb, good thing he had been crafting something else to wear. Though his manners were hard to hide being a person of talent.
Shiv has been reading up on sigil, slang being the current study. Blood was a term for someone of power perhaps some could smell the amount of blood on him. Maybe it was the odd glow he gave, something so easy to hide in his shell. Perhaps now they could see what he is, making them leary of him figuring a puppet with a master nearby moving the strings.
Half the day wandering the town acting the mark then finally someone took the bait. A hin go figure, fingers fair from what was needed. After beating them in a back alley, along with taking what meager belongings they had he continued playing a mark. Sadly the day went just about the same those who might fit what he wanted would not take the bait. The small fishes that did he would either retrieve the small bag of jink, or rob them. So fair acquiring 300 jink robbing random thieves.
Annoyed, and thirsty he walked into a pub to get some water. Finally a good size fish grabbed the bait. Though instead of catching him here, shiv waited for him out side. The bag had a special gem making it easy to know someone's location. Though a typical cut throat would use the back alley to leave under the guise of taking a leak.
Like clock work, the man left the bar stopping in a nearby alley to check his bounty. Only to look at his chest in surprise. A bolt stuck there, trying to shout he then saw a vision of death before him. Shiv in his normal garb crossbow in one hand wand the other. If the paralysing bolt had any affect or not did not really matter. Getting hit in the face with the crossbow put his lights out, landing in a pile of garbage.
Shiv's head bobbed, no laughter came out, silence wands sure were handy. Going to work quickly before someone noticed, Shiv tied the cut purse to his back then made the man down a solution. He then tied another bit of clothe over the man. looking himself over approving of his new Man pack, he ran off to the laboratory he set up.
The poor sod woke up strapped to a table, "Why am I here?....what are those bloody blades there for? ....am I dead? I can get you jink, set me free".
Shiv's visage loomed over him ," oh em?....wanted ta see if'n ya scream like a girl. Tis actually an illusion twas figure'n ta make ya tink I carved of a leg or somet'n but den figured ya die of fear 'haps".
Looking around desperate for a way out of this he recognised the mask,"You are that merchant Shiv, perhaps I can acquire something for you? maybe peddle wares that are hot you need a fence? My name is Simon, I am not sure why I am here but I am sure I an prove useful perhaps make you jink."
Shiv's response was one that made the lad wet himself, with a wave of his hand the illusion faded. Instead of a table of bloody tools there was an odd contraption that looked like a torture device. He put the cut purses pinky finger into the device and measured a few things."Simon ya say eh?...me ta 'ow interest'n....ya 'ere for simple reason ya 'ave good fingers 'n I need a few....twould hold still...'n scream'n taint gonna help ya not in sigil 'ere..."
Walking away shiv put his own hand into a device looking the same, giving the lad a preview of what was to come cutting a bit of his nub of a pinky off. "AAAh....that wakes ya up in the morning...I lied lad....hurts like hell". With that he pushed lever down severing the digit. While the lad screamed he applied a solution to the finger then affixed it the nub.
Humming out of tune Shiv sewed his new finger on, noticing a twing of feeling flowing into it. A slight tilt to his head while inspecting the new finger gained a nod of approval. "ah, ya quit scream'n lad...no bleed'n ta death 'afore I get em other one." The cigar pressed against crying man's stub was only the begining of a terrible night, sadly his last as well.
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A calling worse then ever to strong to fight this time. His physical form melded with shadows as his spirit torn slammed into the hard hot ground. Shiv grunted as he tried to look up, lifted by an arm like a doll.
"You have been gone my pretty pretty toy...bad boy you belong to me were have you been hiding, and how have you been avoiding my call? I own you by contract have you forgotten".
His skin burned, his throat burned, there was little doubt where he was, or who stood before him. Coughing hardly removed the ash from his lungs. So he smiled it was the best he could muster until he got his bearings back.
Of course that met pain, pain was nothing new, war, duels, death suffering was something he had taken and given. Leaving her beaten toy on the ground she sat in a chair looking him over.
"have you grown to enjoy this? perhaps I need to find new ways of suffering? Or maybe now you wish to answer Simon".
Nodding his head he slowly got up offering a motion he was going to speak.
"taint somet'n I like....ya just taint good at it....just theive'n an take'n tings ya are.....plus ya daft seenig ya taint studied magic nor figured out who ya deal'n wit nor em talents.....or why ya call'n taint work'n....donna worry...'sides change soon I figure'n".
She did not notice his gestures while speaking where part of a spell, hurling it at her as he finished. A shrek of pain that gave a true smile on his face.
"ya could learn much from me....though ya gonna learn true suffer'n daft Chzulaith....donna attempt ta call me 'gain ya hold tis weak'n...ya abilty ta hurt me tis weak'n....an if'n y a seek ta fix what I 'ave done....ya wings will be me new cloak."
Through gritted teeth she spoke while her body held
"A servant can not strike their master its in the contract"
Laughter his only response as he walked over taking a nearby blade he measured its weight.
"Perhaps tis not just arcane ya 'ave problems wit.....read'n might 'elp ta...".
As he went to throw the blade she dismissed him slamming him back into his shell pouring out of the shadow he was in. Heat poured out of him as he crawled to the barkeep begging for cold, smiling through the pain knowing he had won despite it all.
"You have been gone my pretty pretty toy...bad boy you belong to me were have you been hiding, and how have you been avoiding my call? I own you by contract have you forgotten".
His skin burned, his throat burned, there was little doubt where he was, or who stood before him. Coughing hardly removed the ash from his lungs. So he smiled it was the best he could muster until he got his bearings back.
Of course that met pain, pain was nothing new, war, duels, death suffering was something he had taken and given. Leaving her beaten toy on the ground she sat in a chair looking him over.
"have you grown to enjoy this? perhaps I need to find new ways of suffering? Or maybe now you wish to answer Simon".
Nodding his head he slowly got up offering a motion he was going to speak.
"taint somet'n I like....ya just taint good at it....just theive'n an take'n tings ya are.....plus ya daft seenig ya taint studied magic nor figured out who ya deal'n wit nor em talents.....or why ya call'n taint work'n....donna worry...'sides change soon I figure'n".
She did not notice his gestures while speaking where part of a spell, hurling it at her as he finished. A shrek of pain that gave a true smile on his face.
"ya could learn much from me....though ya gonna learn true suffer'n daft Chzulaith....donna attempt ta call me 'gain ya hold tis weak'n...ya abilty ta hurt me tis weak'n....an if'n y a seek ta fix what I 'ave done....ya wings will be me new cloak."
Through gritted teeth she spoke while her body held
"A servant can not strike their master its in the contract"
Laughter his only response as he walked over taking a nearby blade he measured its weight.
"Perhaps tis not just arcane ya 'ave problems wit.....read'n might 'elp ta...".
As he went to throw the blade she dismissed him slamming him back into his shell pouring out of the shadow he was in. Heat poured out of him as he crawled to the barkeep begging for cold, smiling through the pain knowing he had won despite it all.
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*sitting on a pile of snow shiv sighed thinking things over*
"me apprentice tis gone....'haps by same dat did in jach...yet jach tis back".
With a flick of his wrist another dagger flew almost hitting its target. The imp stuck to a wall of ice flinching at it.
" 'n I be bonded ta ya...part of that daft contract...least ya scream well...." With that another dagger flew this time hitting a wing. A yelp followed by abyssal curses brought a smile to his face.
"ya do know I understand what ya say aye?....'n be'n an imp makes ya worth less then.....well a dozen humans..heh...so 'haps ya should enjoy em fact ya allowed ta breath see'n a damable paper says it...though figure once dat changes I be seek'n a beholder ta replace ya...'haps a baby 'gain ya might make a proper meal for em.".
Standing up he walked over to the wall getting close to the imp, a good few punches breaking some ribs. "aye me allies disappear....'n now I seek ta attain a name 'n family....'haps em prove more helpful den ya.....".
Twisting the blade out, then tearing the creature off the wall he threw it on the icy floor. "change back ta ya rat form, donna care if'n imps accepted....ya still my dog 'n bark as I say...".
The creature contorted painfully back into a rat muttering ," I hope vupuu kills you". Only to receive a stern kick then thrown into a bag. Looking at the sack,"ya know death twould just make it less likely we both get free....'sides ya truly wish for me. ta die 'n drag ya back ta em abyss?....'haps if'n ya useful ....'n em free us....I let ya go ta do as want.".
"me apprentice tis gone....'haps by same dat did in jach...yet jach tis back".
With a flick of his wrist another dagger flew almost hitting its target. The imp stuck to a wall of ice flinching at it.
" 'n I be bonded ta ya...part of that daft contract...least ya scream well...." With that another dagger flew this time hitting a wing. A yelp followed by abyssal curses brought a smile to his face.
"ya do know I understand what ya say aye?....'n be'n an imp makes ya worth less then.....well a dozen humans..heh...so 'haps ya should enjoy em fact ya allowed ta breath see'n a damable paper says it...though figure once dat changes I be seek'n a beholder ta replace ya...'haps a baby 'gain ya might make a proper meal for em.".
Standing up he walked over to the wall getting close to the imp, a good few punches breaking some ribs. "aye me allies disappear....'n now I seek ta attain a name 'n family....'haps em prove more helpful den ya.....".
Twisting the blade out, then tearing the creature off the wall he threw it on the icy floor. "change back ta ya rat form, donna care if'n imps accepted....ya still my dog 'n bark as I say...".
The creature contorted painfully back into a rat muttering ," I hope vupuu kills you". Only to receive a stern kick then thrown into a bag. Looking at the sack,"ya know death twould just make it less likely we both get free....'sides ya truly wish for me. ta die 'n drag ya back ta em abyss?....'haps if'n ya useful ....'n em free us....I let ya go ta do as want.".