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Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 21, 2017 20:59:03 GMT
It was getting late. The sun had set over the small village and all respectable folk were in their houses. So, of course, the village's physician was too. The giant of a man was sitting at the large table in the middle of his house, eating a rather rare piece of meat. The dragon had to cook his food for his human body to digest it properly. The peace which reigned in the house was a polar opposite of what had filled the cellar beneath the other day. Or at least it felt like the other day to the dragon. He had sated his thirst for a time with Djinn and the mind of the dragon was at peace. He slept so wonderfully when he could go into the cellar and still smell the faint scent of blood. When the memory was still fresh he could almost hear the music he had pulled from the dark-haired fae as he remembered their session. All in all the life of Èamon was good. He had been lucky enough to find a rather expensive looking tapestry in the shop of a travelling merchant. He had stored in the safety of his cellar. The work was very true to reality and he had had to do a double take for a second to be sure he had not been looking into an enchanted mirror, showing one's true self. He had happily paid the hefty sum for the tapestry of the black and red dragon drowning a town in flames. It must have been an image from before he joined the council... He stabbed another piece of meat and ate it without chewing much on it. Perhaps he should travel to the town someday? A small smile played on his lips before he got up and made his way to a bowl of water on the table by the fireplace. He swiped the leftovers into a bowl with yesterdays leftovers and washed the plate. He usually got a visit every second or third day from orphans looking for scrabs, so he started to save up for them. Not because he felt sorry for the kids, but because it helped the citizen of the village view him as a kind and harmless man. Someone they could trust...
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 22, 2017 16:34:27 GMT
The ancient man began to feel antsy as he rushed about his home, preparing himself for his next adventure. It had been days since he sold one of his tapestries to a merchant for a good amount of money. This particular tapestry has been in his family for untold generations, depicting an ancient dragon setting a town on fire. The coins however, weren't the point of his trade. Every once in a while, the immortal liked to give away or sell one of his belongings, just to see where it would end up days or weeks later.
It was time. As the sun began to set, Khaal once more went over his checklist. He had his sword at his hip and his many hidden knives. And as always, the immortal looked like a proper noble, in his silken black shirt and dark gray trousers. He attached a midnight blue cloak, embroidered with silver, to his shoulders, picked up a lit lantern from a nearby table and began focusing on his target.
Reality shimmered around him, and a moment later he stood in a fairly dark looking cellar. Thankfully, he had his lantern with him, otherwise this would've been several annoying trips back and forth.
The sight that greeted him was peculiar, though at first it didn't seem so. The first thing his ancient blue eyes noted was the blood splatters. Khaal moved over to those, and rubbed some crimson between his fingers before sniffing it.
It smelled like elven blood, but not quite. Gears turning quickly in his head, he dug through his memory and recalled what other races were similar enough to elves. His eyebrows rose as he realized to whom the blood likely belonged.
To a fairy, of all things.
Now truly intrigued, he looked around some more, moving as quietly as possible. It wasn't long before a glint of metal caught his eye, though not coming from any of the swords hanging upon the wall. No, this, to his surprise came from a set of specific tools that were tucked away atop a cupboard. Sharp knives, hooks and other things for torture rested in a leather bind, meticulously cleaned and waiting for the next victim.
This was someone who knew their way around torture.
Such realization would make any normal person shudder and want to leave at once. Khaal, mad as he was, felt downright giddy from his discovery and was dying to meet this very interesting fellow. Still, chaotic and bold as he was, the man wasn't stupid. The immortal waited until he felt that he could vanish again, and only then went for the ladder that led out of the room.
The trapdoor above uncovered a storage room, with dried fish and meat, as well as jars of pickled vegetables. A rather classic cover for a very interesting hobby the home's owner had.
As Khaal came upon the door out he paused, hearing movement behind it. Perhaps the man had heard him and was preparing for battle, or perhaps he was merely moving about as usual. Khaal couldn't quite tell, but shrugged just the same.
And then knocked on the door in three quick raps.
He paused a moment, just to make sure the stranger on the other side could deal with being startled, and then opened the door in a gentle, slow motion. Holding his lantern aloft, the ancient man smiled, teeth showing.
"Greetings, young man." Khaal purred his delight, posture completely at ease, despite this possibly being a confrontation. "You've been a busy little bee, haven't you?" He said, eyes glinting with amusement and approval of the man's dastardly deeds.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Nov 25, 2017 17:42:45 GMT
A sound made the dragon grow still. Confusion and surprise were apparent on his face, as his eyes stared at the counter. He listened carefully to pick up on any other sounds. Nothing. His shoulder had tensed, so he rolled them back to loosen them up a bit.
He had been able to go and stretch his wings recently, so he was painfully aware of how limited and small this body was. It kept reminding him that all this was temporary and that he belonged in the sky. With the clouds, the stars and with the sun.
Èamon turned around. Glared toward the door to the storage. Whatever came out of the storage door would have to have the best explanation the dragon had ever heard to get out of here with their life. He clenched his fist for a moment before he reached for a slim knife in his sleeve, then he turned to move to the stairs, so he could get a better view of the creature. He had yet to pack away his tools and scrub the blood off of the table in the cellar... It was a horrible first impression to give whoever the brunet creature standing in the door was, to be honest. Not good for his image.
The man stood shorter than the dragon, but he would still be giant by human standards. His face was lit by the flickering fire in the lantern and that of the fireplace. His features would make him handsome, blue eyes, trimmed and clean. The dragon took notice of his teeth too. The dragon's eyes seemed almost black in the dimly lit house, as he noticed the mans clothing. It was expensive by the look of it. Everything screamed noble. The dragons lips manage to send the man a strained smile.
"How did you get in here?" His voice was low, almost a growl. He let the knife dance between his fingers, contemplating if he should get it over with and throw it at the man. The dragon assumed the stranger could be hurt the same way as a human. He looked as if he was made of skin and bones, but the dragon also knew that looks could be deceiving... He looked as if he was an absurdly tall human, but in reality, he was a giant beast covered in scales and he could crush this little town under his foot if he were to transform.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 27, 2017 13:41:16 GMT
The man before him was tall. Really tall, which was saying something considering the immortal's own height. Everything else seemed to be built accordingly. Khaal couldn't help noticing the tall table, as well as the rest of the house that made him feel as if he had stepped into a giant's home. The immortal raised an eyebrow to that, amused gaze flicking back to the owner and his all but growled question.
"How? Mmm you can go anywhere in a myriad of ways, if you have the magical chops for it, my boy." Khaal gave the man a pleasant smile, and only then seemed to notice the blade the giant handled anxiously. It seemed at odds with the rest of the man's appearance, which was mundane, befitting a commoner. Not to mention that the size of the man made the blade look tiny.
He tsked at that, as though disappointed with the rudeness of displaying a knife so threateningly.
"Oh come now. Is that any way to treat a guest? I may have come through the wrong door, but I am still a weary traveler. If this is about your little play room downstairs, worry not." The immortal said, and winked. "It can remain our little secret." His tone conspiratorial, he rested his free hand upon his hip, close to his sword's hilt if the tall man cared to notice. The immortal may be confident, bold and relaxed, but he was no fool. If the man wanted a fight, he would certainly get one.
Glee shone in the ancient man's blue eyes as he continued. "So, tell me, what did the poor fae do to get such special attention from you, hmmm?" Khaal said, powering some of his will through the signet ring upon his finger in order to read the tall man's mind for answers and curious tidbits.
The ancient man didn't behave as though in a confrontation that could end with someone hurt. He acted as though the man before him was an instant friend, someone he was about to compare notes with on best practices of mayhem and torture.
Madness flickered through the ancient man's eyes as he shifted his hand, making the lantern sway side to side lightly, marching to a rhythm only the insane immortal could hear.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 2, 2017 21:05:48 GMT
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The Dragon wasn't liking the title of boy and his eyes narrowed. What drove this man to think he could call him, a being who had seen civilizations crumble and rise anew, for a boy? Either the man was a powerful mage or he was simply stupid. A sneer formed on his face.
So not only did the man disrupt the dragons peace and quiet from nagging hags and whimpering boys, he dared suggest that the Eamon was concerned about others opinion of him beyond his schemes.
As the stranger mentioned the fae the memories of their bloody little affair swam to the surface. The memory of the fae covered in his own blood adorned with a small array of hooks in his skin, the agony he had suffered had been beautiful. A wonder. The removal of the shimmering, dragonfly wings had been his favourite part. Almost as if he had cut away a part of the faes self, all that he was had been altered and turned into a mutilated, twisted image of what a fae should be. Another downside to being crammed into a small, human form was the feelings and the way the body reacted to the desires of the soul. So he turned his mind away from the memories. Focused on the stranger.
He could play along for a time, if only to learn what this man could offer him... He slipped the knife back into its hiding place and assumed a much less threatening posture while swinging an arm out in a welcoming gesture.
"How rude of me... Come sit, would you like a drink? Perhaps a bite to eat? Bread and cheese?"
His head tilted to the side and hi brown locks dancing briefly around his face. He did little to hide the mocking tone in his voice. He was, frankly, annoyed at the man's chippering personality with the all too familiar madness swirling in his eyes. The dragon had it himself, just below the surface did it linger, chained and ready to break loose if given the chance. He made a living selling a lie. He lived in peace for as long as he wanted by playing the role of a normal man. He had no reason to run around and build a reputation of being a crazy doctor simply because of the madness he possessed after seeing millenniums come and go.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 7, 2017 20:12:00 GMT
The lantern swayed to and fro as Khaal tasted the man's thoughts. The delight at pain, blood and torment washed over him, making his blue eyes go unfocused for just a moment. The ancient man smiled pleasantly, giving the other man a slight nod of approval as he stowed away the knife. It was almost a shame the man didn't try to be violent, though Khaal was certain he'd have his fun one way or another. Verbal fencing could be just as entertaining, if not moreso depending on the ego involved.
As the other man swept his arm with words of annoyed welcome, Khaal took it as though oblivious of the sarcasm. "Why thank you! I've already eaten, but I can't say no to a good, non-poisoned drink." He said with a daring smirk, moving over to the table with nonchalance to put the lantern on it.
Continuing with the actions of a guest who'd been invited to take a seat, the man undid the silver clasps upon his shoulders, and folded the midnight blue cloak over the back of one chair. He didn't take a seat just yet though, turning to his host once more.
"Allow me to introduce myself." The ancient man said with a light bow. "I am Khaalius Sandrus the first. Elated to meet your acquaintance, sir..." He paused, giving the man a chance to supply a name, if he so wished.
Khaal, aside from being a madman, was something of a boogeyman to the common folk. Here and there, legends circle about a man who was once loyal to his family unto death, until something made the man snap and lose his mind. Most people presume it was the weight of the duty he carried, stretching on for an eternity, that made him turn on his own and begin slaughtering them, hunting them down like animals with cruel efficiency.
None know the real truth, but his tale is sometimes shared as a terrifying bedtime story for children, to drive home that they ought to respect their elders, and that they should think carefully before binding themselves with a vow.
Nevertheless, the end result of Khaal's past stood before Eamon, with a glint of madness in his eyes and a carefree attitude of one who has taken so many lives it was but an afterthought now.
Lounging in one chair, Khaal smiled at his host. "You have a lovely place here, young man. A very nice cover for your hobby. Tell me, what are you supposed to be when you're not..." The man gestured to the door he had emerged from with one dismissive motion. "...having fun?"
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 10, 2017 11:26:02 GMT
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The man made himself at home in a chair, took the liberty to put his lantern on the table too... And he wanted a non-poisoned drink. What a hassle this stranger was becoming. Eamon moved to the barrel of freshwater and found a set of clay cups and scooped water into them. As he did so, the man talked and talked. The dragon had seen the familiar spark of madness in the eyes of the other and as the initial surprise an annoyance seemed to fade he found it interesting. What had driven the man into such a sweet and chaotic place of madness?
For Eamon, it had been the constant betrayal, the ages, the darkness... The pain he had caused at a young age, it had fed the sadistic side of the young dragon and the way he found peace was the ecstasy he found in cause others pain. It had turned into a game over the centuries. So he knew how to play along and give others what they wanted, what they needed.
"My name is Èamon Lyall, a pleasure to meet you, Khaalius" He placed the cups on the table and sat down in the chair beside the stranger, turning towards him to seem more welcoming and open to conversation. He offered the man a hand while resting his other elbow on the table. "I am but a humble physician, Sir Sandrus. What do you do, when you are not visiting strangers through their storage doors? If I may ask"
He looked at the man with an interested gaze, but everything about his open and friendly exterior was exaggerated and the way his lips curled in a sarcasm covered smile told, that he was still very ready to stab the stranger to death.
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 14, 2017 15:50:34 GMT
Khaal smiled as the other one moved about to provide them a couple of drinks. Not even alcoholic drinks, much to his chagrin, but he supposed his host still thought him an intruder, not a guest. Maybe, or maybe it didn't go along with his fake persona to have any good drinks on hand. Then again, the man did buy a very expensive tapestry recently. The immortal smirked as he realized just how much his host hated him instantly, though it wasn't a surprise. He just had that peculiar effect on people.
As Eamon sat next to him and offered an introduction and a hand, Khaal didn't hesitate shaking it in greeting, shifting a little to face the man fully. "A physician, you say?" The ancient man said, voice intrigued as he looked him up and down. "Well, it certainly fits. Healers tend to know the most vulnerable parts to tamper with." He said with a knowing smile, one that didn't vanish even as the man brought up the fact he had appeared through the wrong door.
"Oh come now," Khaal chided with a sigh. "...are you still upset over that? It was an honest mistake. I truly wanted to enter through the front door." He said with a chuckle, though the mad glint in his eyes suggested he was anything but honest. The immortal had no doubts the man before him wouldn't lap up his lies like normal people would. In fact, it was a refreshing change to come upon someone crafty, if not on par with him.
Khaal took a moment to grab one of the water-filled cups, motion nonchalant. He calmly sipped at the drink, and gave a content sigh as he sat his glass down , as though the two of them weren't on the edge of killing eachother.
Giving his host a lopsided smile, Khaal leaned forward a touch then, steepling his hands. "...but, at any rate... I spend my days searching for interesting new experiences and people... such as yourself, in fact." He said, gesturing at him whilst going on, clearly interested and focused. "Tell me, young man... how did you come upon this peculiar addiction of yours, mmm?"
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 15, 2018 10:50:20 GMT
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Did the mortal have no respect for strangers privacy? A grin started to form on his lips, confident and it vaguely spoke of the thrill he sought by carving others up. Did this man have similar interests or did he simply just lack an appropriate conversation topic? The dragon didn't mind talking about his interests, but whenever mortal scum sought him out to try and win his favour he grew annoyed and more compelled to eat them...
His eyes started to drift into softer emotions, gaining a dreamy glint and as he started to talk his voice was cool, but welcoming. "Addiction? You seem to be under the impression I am a slave to my vices. This is not the case. "
He grabbed the cup with water and raised it to his lips, sipping at the clear liquid, which had never appealed to him and his taste for blood. However, he was not stupid and knew all creatures needed it to stay alive. At least most did. He looked at the stranger once again. Studying his features, his curls, the familiar madness glimmering in his eyes, the pearly white teeth and the symmetry of his face. A pretty man indeed. He would have an easy life, none would shun a man with such a face, they would be able to overlook most of his mistakes due to it. A hand reached to take a hold of the others water cup with a firm grip with the intention of putting it back down on the table. It annoyed the dragon the same way an insect might annoy a human. "What compelled you to walk into my life then? What wicked beacon led you to my small corner of the world? "
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Feb 8, 2018 12:06:44 GMT
The man's words rose an eyebrow on the immortal's face. "Are you not a slave to your vices, though?" He questioned. "This is obviously a reoccuring habit, considering you've clearly spent coin and effort on setting up an entire room for it. If that is not an addiction, my dear boy, then I don't know what is." Khaal shrugged, a bright smile on his face as he once more picked up his cup, swirling the water in it around playfully.
Perhaps the toying annoyed the man, or perhaps it was something else, but whatever it was, the "physician" took the cup from his hands and placed it back on the table. That one got a victorious leer from the ancient man, as getting under another's skin always did. He shrugged a shoulder to his questions.
"Boredom. Curiosity. Or perhaps I've come here with the sole purpose of exposing what you're doing here, Eamon." Khaal said, giving the man a mischievous wink. "Just jesting, my good friend." He purred, though nothing in his expression suggested he wasn't going to blow the healer's cover, if life simply became too unbearably boring for the immortal. The man was a toy to him, nothing more, to be kept in a chest until some fun idea fancies him.
Their conversation went on, civilized to any bypasser's eyes, until eventually the physician had had enough of Khaal's charming presence. It was sudden, the way the tall fellow lunged at the immortal, but not enough. He managed to take a hold of the infuriating guest, but a heartbeat later Khaal simply wasn't there anymore. The man ported away to the safety of his manor, and all things considered he still thought his evening well spent.
Except for his black, silken shirt, which gained a yawning hole from where his irritated host tried to stab him. It was his favorite shirt, too. What a dreadful loss.
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