The Perfect Pauper || Open Dec 22, 2016 9:30:01 GMT -7
Post by Ichabod Afof on Dec 22, 2016 9:30:01 GMT -7
10th of the Winter Storm
Late Afternoon on the Streets of Dimant, Dirys
"This is the place you rule over?" Ichabod's comment was clearly unimpressed as he exited the train. They had arrived by boat in Gemarton, and had since traveled by train into Sector A. The voice in Ichabod's mind had told him much of the place that she had wanted to see so desperately, the place that belonged to her - that had been taken from her, and Ichabod had expected something more glorious.
Instead, the place was a dump. Sure, Dimant had a certain sheen to it - but a well-shined shit was still a shit. The skies were dark with smoke, the sun invisible. Ichabod didn’t love the sun by any means, but it’s absence made him feel caged. The streets - while clean - seemed false. A facade. THEY HAVE BEEN WONT FOR MY INFLUENCE FOR TOO MANY CENTURIES, BUT THESE ARE MY CHILDREN JUST AS WELL AS YOU ARE, BOY. I WOULD WARN YOU TO ERASE THOSE TRAITOROUS THOUGHTS FROM YOUR SIMPLE MIND.
Her tone was angrier than usual, callous - a response to an insult she knew was true. COLONY REMAINS THE ONLY VESTIGE OF MY POWER HERE… MY RELATIONS HAVE PERMITTED MY PEOPLE TO BRING THEMSELVES TO RUIN. A PETTY PUNISHMENT… BUT ONE THEY WILL PAY FOR WHEN OUR TASKS ARE COMPLETED.
Ah yes, the tasks.
The seal of Khades had been left in the hands of someone far more capable of completing its demands, and the voice had demanded Ichabod come to Dirys next. Her seal would be simple, she promised. There were many in Dimant who would do anything for what Ichabod could offer them… And many more who could be tricked into accepting a rotten deal.
“And Colony,” He wondered aloud as he walked away from the train station and into the seemingly fictitious streets of Dimant, “They still hold your honour? Might then I go there and see brothers and sisters? Obtain aid in your quests?”
YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE OF YOUR KIND, CHILD. THE OTHERS ARE DIFFERENT. MERE WORSHIPPERS. THEY WILL HAVE THEIR MOMENT IN TIME, WHEN THEY GIVE THEIR LIVES FOR MY GRACE… BUT ONLY YOU HOLD THE POWER OF MY VENGEANCE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS.
That was too bad. Ichabod wouldn’t have minded some siblings to shirk the less appealing duties to. He wanted a break. He wanted to go to a dirty tavern and tell a tale to the dirty drunks inside. He wanted them to hang on his every word. He wanted another encounter like that in the Esper Wood. He wanted to meet that man again, the one who pretended to be a spirit. He wanted to tell him another tale. Perhaps to buy him a drink and learn more of who he was. YOU HAVE NO TIME FOR SUCH SILLY THINGS, BOY. LOOK THERE, THAT’S THE ONE. Ichabod stopped walking and looked around to see exactly who the voice was speaking of...