A Hell-Forged Alliance || Xalen Dec 9, 2016 16:47:54 GMT -7
Post by Ichabod Afof on Dec 9, 2016 16:47:54 GMT -7
6th of The Winter Storm
A Moonlit Night in Spinner's Tavern, Aarunia, Malscure
With the first seal out of the way, the voice offered praise he had never heard before. He thought it was likely manipulating him - but he would allow himself to be manipulated. After all, he was going to perform her tasks whether or not she praised him. The praise just made him feel as though he were doing it of his own accord.
And today, he was. The voice had permitted him his choice of locations for the next task. Spin the globe, precious child. Wherever the child's eyes seek best, I shall permit... Save for the land of death. You must avoid the touch of the desert until you have hardened to diamonds. It had been an easy choice for him. He'd purchased a map of Eleusia, and asked someone to find Aarunia on it for him - the letters meaning nothing to his eyes, of course. The voice hadn't needed a map, but he liked to hold one. Pretend as if he could read it.
He had chosen Aarunia because of a tale he had heard in a tavern years ago. It was a story about a village named Aarunia, in Malscure. A story about a village where a woman was tormented for the presumed crime of witchcraft, where the woman was innocent, and the town became guilty for her murder. It was a tale about the evil in men's hearts - his favourite kind of story. He knew what sin lived in mortals. He loved that sin.
He had arrived by airship to Malscure only two days after leaving Aurcaele, and had ridden horseback from Malleum all the way to the little village of Aarunia. When the first hovel came into sight, he had removed himself from the horse, taken it to the woods and killed the thing, dining well on its flesh. He had been starving, and the voice did not wish for him to feed generously here.
No, he had a new goal. A new seal to break.
You shall meet a man, The voice had told him, A man born of Ephilroa as you were, but a man who is not like you. He will be recognized. Feared. Do not fear this man... For he is the solution to your next puzzle. What the puzzle was exactly she had yet to tell him. Just that a man would be here, one born of Ephilroa. One feared just like Ichabod ought to be. He looked very much forward to meeting this man.
Not knowing exactly when the man and Ichabod would meet, he took to the tavern for a drink, and the potential of some rumours. He charmed a bar maid who told him the same story he knew, and he didn't need to feign interest. She had a personal connection, living in the town where it happening. His green eyes and full cheeks made her promise to show him the woman's face in the tree when she was done for the night. He accepted, so long as he could show her his room. She didn't pause to think that this strange man would plan to kill her. He liked that about villages. So trusting. Perhaps instead of killing her, he'd inflict her with a gluttony so deep that she'd consume her friend - alive, in front of him. His skin prickled at the excitement of it. Calm that twisted thing, child. You have a duty to fulfill before you run off and spread your pleasures.
He wanted to respond in the teasing way he often did, but instead offered a 'cheers' of his drink to the barmaid he'd snack on later, and settled himself to a corner table, watching the room - the door. He didn't want to miss this Man from Hell.