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| Topic Started: Nov 24 2008, 03:16 PM (125 Views) | |
| Putress | Nov 24 2008, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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Naberius, in his normal attire, walked with his fellow apothecaries close at hand. Though they weren't nearly as skilled as he, and, in fact, where his followers, he called them fellows, at least out loud. His foot falls tapped the paved street carefully, in his periferals, he could see the two next to him. He drew in everything lazily, and turned sharply into an alley. The people of Avalon were so selfish in their cleaning. The poor lingered all too close to their wonderous temples, their stench almost potent enough to reach into the open areas. This was all over looked, he'd imagined, by the king, who lived in selfish luxury. They followed several more short paths until they came to a place that might have once been a courtyard. However, all of the buildings were abandoned that anyone else knew of, except the poor and the rats that could find no other home. The courtyard was far from empty, however. Those that had nothing else to believe in came here, who had no god to herald and no laws to abide by. They were not thieves, or beggars, they were people just barely able to get by. Behind his mask, Naberius' dead face softened for a moment before it became steel again. He knew all too well what it was like to have everything taken away from you and to be pounded, quite literally, into the ground, before nothing was left. Such was the reason that he swore his vengeance, and so had the dead that walked with him. His leader stood over the crowd of people, on a slightly more elevated area, wearing eloquent robes. His speech had already ended, and here were the alchemists to come and distribute their miracle remedies. Remedies that distributed hope, and death, all in one. They hoped it would cure their many illnesses, they hoped it would soften the pain of hunger. This, however, was not so, and Putress would make sure that they did not know it. In fact, he had been forced to crush flowers and spread them over his tattered flesh to keep the stench of dead from seeping through his robes. He nodded and he and his fellows split up, going into the crowd and giving almost every person their a very small vial with one lethal dose. This operation, completely overlooked by the lord of Avalon, had only commenced. Not only did these unfeeling souls cleanse the back alleys of the unwealthy, but they carted them out of town as well! Such a service, to the well-to-do folk that were not at all well-to-do. When they were finished, his lord began giving instructions, telling them to use it right now, lest it's abilities run out. The ignorance of such people, Putress scoffed as he and his fellows exited the crowd to stand by and watch the fruits of their work. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 24 2008, 03:54 PM Post #2 |
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Aeorameth walked around the area, bored and without any destination. Eventually he stumbled upon an area with a being standing in front of many, giving a speech. Yawning, the devil watched quietly from the shadows. Standing straight, he began to think of simply ending the useless lives of the foolish beings, but then something caught his eyes… A group of people walked up to the area. The fiend studied them as they walked. There was something strange about them, but he could not figure out what. Eventually the one in the center gestured for the rest to hand out vials. Aeorameth chuckled at the foolishness of the lesser beings. Never before had the fiend needed anything like a potion to aid him, and never would he. As he watched carefully, the leader seemed in a hurry to have the fools drink the liquids. Grinning, the devil thought he had figured out what was going on. Instead of helping those weak scum, that one was meaning to end them. "You sure are an interesting thing." Aeorameth laughed as he walked from the shadows towards the crowd. Wearing his normal armor, his great sword resting on his right shoulder, the devil was a terrifying sight to most. If this being was as the devil assumed, he would not be frightened by this appearance. A low, growl-like chuckle rose from the depths of Aeorameth. "So is that really going to help these people, or are you simply using them..?" Red eyes glowed wickedly as the devil grinned, the horrid mouth showing even through the shadows of the helmet he wore. A vile stench rose from the mouth, smelling of death and decay. A dark aura seemed to surround the beast, though that was simply the atmosphere this powerful creature created. His sword seemed to glow, as if it were crying out to be fed the souls of any of the pitiful things before it. Aeorameth, the young Pit Fiend, was purposely emitting this appearance of a bloodthirsty beast that was preparing for it’s next feast. In truth, he was not interested in slaughtering these worthless beings. Their blood was hardly worth the effort, however small it would be, and thus, he simply aimed to frighten them. Being a devil was enough to frighten most, but that would not be enough. This fiend wanted them to remember him, for in time all would know his name, all would now his appearance, and all would fear his presence. |
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| Putress | Nov 24 2008, 07:25 PM Post #3 |
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As the speaker had told them to do so, they all drank in unision. As one was about to cheer, he collapsed, writhing on the ground, wracked in pain. The speaker was gone now, and Putress watched with menacing appraisal until the last of the souls faded away, ignoring the approaching beast at the moment. He knew full well the threat such a creature posed, but it was a secendory feeling to getting the job done. His leader, yet another servant of his, was executed in the shadows by one of his undead bretheren, and others like him stepped from the alleys with wheel barrels, and they began to lift the dead into them. It was only until he was sure all was being done properly, that he turned to the thing who spoke to him. "Your answer," Putress said, making a dismissing gesture towards the dead. Nearly 60 people had died, all for a good cause. It was now that the apothecary looked the beast up and down coldly. It was a cold look, one devoid of any real emotion other than logic, numbers, science, herbalism, alchemy, and magic, all sliding into place. He certainly could use someone like the one before him. His fellow apothecaries looked at him darkyl and left to see to other things. "I am busy... Unless, of course, you wish to make a sacrafice for the greater good, like these souls did." He said, some humor entering his voice. He had no use for sword wielding demons. They had no use for him, never had and never would. While people had a tendancy to associate the undead with demons, due to the fact that undead temporarily resided in a place similar to hell, and Demons are bred in hell. Evidently, it would be moot to mention that demons are spawned, and the dead are ressurected. Not to say they aren't both sides evil, but, they serve different goals. Senseless slaughter on one hand, cool, calculating, patient study, on the other. Particularly in this case, where study was required to make sense of the beasts ambitions. Strength was all the create wanted, what low goals for oneself... Naberius' thoughts wandered from there. He didn't have any soldiers, really. Several apothecaries and a few dead that could get things accomplished after the weaknesses of mortal races were brought into view. Putress still could recall the time the Apothecaries had given all the men at a bar stomach illness, then the ruffians merely came in and slit their sick throats. He grinned grimly underneath his mask, gazing up at the demon once more with about as much indifference as it showed him. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 26 2008, 03:24 AM Post #4 |
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The fiend grinned wickedly at the person standing before him. There was something about this one that was beyond normal, though Aeorameth could not tell what exactly made it unique. This being seemed weak and frail, though the beast knew all too well that looks could be deceiving. Kioku, goddess of war, was a small, elegant looking thing, yet she was no easy being to hit, as well as evade. However, this was not a time that the devil wished to kill. If this thing wished to fight, then naturally he would retaliate, but for now, he was interested in this strange thing. "Huh. Greater good… I don’t think the others of their race would agree with you there, but their opinions don’t matter much I suppose. Anyways, I wonder… why are you hiding behind that strange mask? It seems rather strange, though I suppose every fool has their own way of being ashamed of themselves." Aeorameth chuckled roughly, still with that devilish smile, after he spoke. Taking a few steps forward, the fiend studied the murderous one calmly. To so willingly and easily take lives for no obvious reason, and brand it as something that needed to be done for the greater good… This was something that interested the devil. "I care not if you’re busy or not. You now have two choices. Stop what you’re doing to speak with me, or you will never be able to do whatever it is you do again. Do you understand?" The devil threatened, grinning all the while. It would not surprise him if this being before him refused to listen or understand. In fact, that was what he was hoping for. That sort of rebellious, self-confident attitude was one he himself had, and one that he enjoyed seeing in others, no matter how useless they were. Occasionally he put those with this attitude into their place, sometimes destroying this thought process along with their lives, but that was needed in this pathetic plane of existence. Mortals did not deserve to live thinking they were even close the indescribable power of a great fiend such as him… |
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| Putress | Nov 26 2008, 03:53 AM Post #5 |
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Naberius looked, annoyed, at the fiend, and then turned from him again. "Once the barrels are filled, spray them down and get them into carts, roll them out afterwards." He ordered his working servants and turned back to the fiend. "A man like you, a man like me, cannot move unnoticed through the town. Either our presence is threatening, or it is feared, either way we draw too much attention. I have not the power to fight off a host of soldiers. Those around me, masked, robed, covered, they are all dead. You are the only living soul in the area, if I must be plain. Speak to Harian, the Apothecary in the back, and he will give you a few coins and see you off." He rolled his eyes under his hood and turned to walk away, and then grinned beneath his hood. He might not be able to kill this being behind him, but they could make mutual use out of eachother, at the very least. "What would you say to a job offer, demon? Walk with me, speak with me, if you are interested." He said to the fiend, knowing it was sort of a shallow offer. He turned again and began to walk, fully expecting the fiend to either try to kill him, or leave. Putress was considering this as he walked. Indeed the demon could probably remove his head with a swipe of his sword, but since when had death stopped him before? In fact, he could drink these poisons he concocted without issue, but he was pretty sure it would be the end of him should his head be removed. No weapon or poison on him could stop the death blow that would fall if he wasn't careful. But, while he wasn't powerful, he could move quickly. He could fight if needed to and win in many cases. But those were human folk, people that expected him to be nothing more than a prince of a far off land. He shook his head, how wrong they were. "Cover the bodies with black cloth and pile the turnips on them, half and half!" He ordered to his servants again. One of the Apothecaries began to walk next to him again and he glanced at him. "What is it?" "The fiend, what does he want?" "What does any being want?" Putress responded, again resuming the annoyed tone. The Apothecary glanced back at the demon, then at Putress, without fear. "We could have him removed, master." "Our bones are brittle compared to that blade, I assure you, no tool we have can slay him. Weaken him, perhaps, but not to the point of defeat." He said, and then added. "Get back to work." The Apothecary sighed and strode off again, following his prior orders and seeing to it that they were carried out. Putress glanced at him briefly. The man was a good herbalist, of that there was no doubt. But he ran his mouth far too much. Naberius couldn't have someone like that with so much independence in this operation. He would certainly speak to him later, whether or not he would live was on what he said. Again his thoughts turned back to the demon behind him as the distance between them grew. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 27 2008, 07:19 AM Post #6 |
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Aeorameth laughed at Naberius’ statement. What pathetic job would this foolish being offer the devil? At this time, he only wanted one thing, and he doubted this dead one would be able to help him with that. Still, the fiend was interested. After standing there a few moments, still with that vicious grin, waiting for the apothecary to finish speaking to it’s subordinate, he walked forward calmly. He walked with his sword in the same position it had been in when he had stood, resting softly on his shoulder. His armor made a clinking sound of metal shifting upon metal as he closed the distance swiftly. “I have no interest in coins. If I ever want anything, trust me, I pay in nothing more than perhaps the person who owns it’s allowance to live on for some other being to kill them. Anyways, tell me… what kind of job could you possibly have for a devil? After all, you yourself said that a being such as me cannot move through a town without drawing a large amount of attention. If you wish for me to kill someone, I must say I’d be rather disappointed. That show of control over these mortal fools interested me, and it shows that you don’t need the same power as I have to remove these pests from this plane.” Aeorameth spoke clearly, and walked just behind the apothecary. Looking around at the wandering followers of the apothecary, he gave them looks as if daring them to attack him. He had heard what that one had said, though he did not say anything. As an Elf has trained hearing, this devil did as well. Not only was he trained to kill, but he was trained to keep himself alive, and thus his hearing was amazing. If they wanted to attempt to ‘remove’ him, then let them come. That master of theirs was intelligent. Fighting this beast would not end well for them. |
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| Putress | Nov 30 2008, 05:22 AM Post #7 |
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Putress grinned underneath his hood and mask when the devil fell in step next to him and began to speak. He watched him make threatening glances at his followers with a shrug. They could be replaced easily, afterall, besides, the warrior had nothing to worry about. They wouldn't waste his time with a slaughter. "Well, you see, we need several things, a certain reagent, devils blood, for example. It only comes from those such as you, and trust me, it's no easy thing to get. Amongst that there are many things, protection, for example. We aren't really fighters here, as you see, we rid the world of the poor with talk and promises. Lies for the unintelligent, you see, the gullible. But as you stumbled upon us, what would happen if the guards found out what we were doing here? There are many things we can do, but those are risky. No, we need some muscle behind our operations. Name your price, devil, is it power? The want to slaughter? Do you wish to learn? Certainly one such as you needs no money, for you can take whatever it is that you want. Name it and I will see to it that you recieve it." He said to the devil. Oh, there were many more things he needed, but he was sure he could give Aeorameth whatever he asked. He would have to reveal his plans eventually, however, but no worries. None would believe a demon, just as none would believe one of the undeath. They were the same but of opposite suites in a deck of playing cards. He wondered if the devil could ever be as calm and calculating, as patient, as an apothecary. Oh, he was sure that the demon had a plan he would carry out. All of them did, be it short term or long term. What this one had planned, he didn't know. Nor did he really know if it could at all fit into his plans. If it was possible for them to each help eachother, then he would set about doing things that way. Though argueing with a devil would never be pleasing in the future, it'd be best to argue with a devil who was on your side. The courtyard was cleared and the wagons began moving, Putress and Aeorameth slowly following them. What would this mighty being say of his proposal? |
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