Completed Infamy...

[Noaru]

86 Summer, 512 A.V.

Noaru stood atop of building, grinning wildly as he observed the city life below him. ''So busy, so young, so naive'' he thought: the people below were completely oblivious to his dark presence but every-now-and-then someone would look up to see something they'd wish they had never seen... A pit-black face looking down towards them with glowing white eyes and a twisted smile... that person would walk faster than the people around them afraid and unsure to what they saw, they’d play the image over and over and over inside their mind, wondering about what they had seen.


Others would simply stick to streets where there would be people around in attempts to remove the fear of being followed by the thing they saw while some completely stricken by fear would run uncontrollably and when their minds would clear, they would find themselves in a dimly lit alley way which only allowed them to see only about two meters in front of them. The individual would be too afraid to turn back and ventures deeper into the darkness! His mind plays tricks on him, shadows move in the corner of his eye: a sense of danger surrounds him as he tries to ease his mind with empowering thoughts of home and the security of it...


The silence that gracefully haunts him is interrupted by eerie footsteps behind him, he panics and stops... the sound of the footsteps stop as well, believing it was all his imagination and the individual keeps walking deeper into darkness. The footsteps slowly quicken behind him...



In the still darkness,
In the enveloping shadows,
Of the nightly gloom!
Tiny steps
Tip-tap-Tap-tap - moving behind you.



This individual panics and runs, knocking over garbage and crates in his path, searching for a speckle of light to use in order to find some comfort and safety; footsteps shrouded in shadows almost invisible in the complete darkness close in quickly closing the distance between it and you! There once the individual turns the corner, he can see his home, welcoming him with warmth and protection from the dark assailant.


The heart inside his chest beats ferociously, his lungs sucking in oxygen as fast as they could! His brain tells him to run that survival was necessary and his body responds, moving him across the solid earth beneath him. The house carrying the memories of his livelihood, gives him strength to push forward and he reaches the door, opens it and closes it.


A moment of relief washes over him for a moment before the footsteps reaches his front door! The individual grabs the lit candle from along the side of the bed and shines its light towards the door.... soon the footsteps could be heard inside the room but from where? The individual didn't know, quietly a black mist forms above him on the ceiling, taking shape and giving itself a more profound form! There a fully materialized figure stands on the ceiling mimicking its victim’s movements as he stands in the room trying to find the source of the noise.

''Don't look...''


The disembodied whisper of someone’s voice causes him to freeze in place! ''Don't look where!?'' he thought unwillingly to move his eyes in the possible directions the voice could have come from, and he felt as if, it was taunting him to look in the first place! But unable to resist and dominate his fear, he closes his eyes briefly and then opens them, he blinks.


The ''source'' of the sound was found, it staring face-to-face at him, he couldn't process what he was seeing; his brain had long since stopped processing what he was seeing seconds ago. The spirit raises its clawed hand and slowly stretches out a finger to touch him; slowly his consciousness begins to fade! He couldn't believe what he was seeing as the finger drew closer and closer, he gripped his chest and began to panic; his eyes then roll to the back of his skull and he falls backwards, hitting the floor with a solid thud!

[Noaru]

The morning sun rises above the horizon, high above the sky its ray touch every part of Zeltiva, releasing the city from its cold nightly slumber with a warm embrace. A new day started filled with countless wonders and new possibilities but when the light of day is present, darkness would always accompany its shadow. The sunlight slowly crept into the room, illuminating it only partially as one side of the room remained shrouded in shadows. There where the sunlight floods into the room is the unconscious man from last night’s horrific moment! He awakes to find himself on the floor, beaming into his eyes was the sun’s rays cheerfully burning his cornea.


'' Ugh, I hate morning hours...''' Said Jonathan


The twenty-five year old man walks over to his bed and sits, plopping all his weight on the bed to give his still tired legs a break. He wonders what happened last night, placing his sleeve on his forehead to relieve himself of the smelly cold beads of sweat. He looks around the room and finds his candle on the floor ''How did that get there?'' he thought, picking it up and placing it back on the stand next to his bed. A knock comes to his door; Jonathan jumps from his bed and opens the door.

''Letter for Jonathan'' Said The Messenger.

''Ah! Thanks much appreciated....'' Said Jonathan

''Eh Ahem...'' The Messenger gestures towards Jonathan with his opened hand.

''Oh.... Right! Here you go.'' Said Jonathan

''Nice doing business with ya!'' Said The Messenger as he walks away

''Petching cheap skate...'' Said Jonathan as he closes the door

He opens the rather ragged and old looking letter to read the contents inside, his mouth drops to the floor and his eyes comically widen to the response on the letter saying ''I'll be waiting'' written in a luxurious color of red! Jonathan could barely contain himself, he hurries and puts on his nicest clothes and rushes out the door, slamming it along the way. There in the shadows of the room, a black cloud of soulmist could be seen for a brief moment before it disappears.

[Noaru]

''I can't wait for this!'' Said Jonathan

The young soul had runs from Zeltiva to the wild-lands here he would wait for the arrival of a young maiden! The one who had written the letter and sent it to him, he made it a tad bit early and waited and waited. Jonathan believed that she was running late, being the classy lady that she was, she’s probably busy with something else and it’s keeping her from meeting him here! The dedicated young man waited and waited longer... four hours had passed and she never showed up.


The clouds rumbled in the heavens above, like tears drops the rain descends upon Jonathan, soaking his new formal clothing but still he stood in the rain, waiting for a woman that would never come. Finally, he leaves disappoint, frustration swirls within him as he holds the letter in front of him, reading its contents over and over, as if, trying to find so comfort in those empty words. Now he was in Zeltiva, tired he walks steadily through the rain cold and shivering... he walks pass a opened window to hear the voice of the woman he had feelings for!


He takes a curious peek! ''Nobody would be hurt from just a little peek'' he thought and to his displeasure Sasha the woman of his dreams is lying down with some sleazebag, wearing the dress he bought her! Jonathan crushes the letter in his hand and storms away to his home; he opens the door of his home and slams it shut, he rushes and falls to his bed tired, angry and heartbroken: out of spite he says.... ''I wish I had some way to make that WHORE hurt...''


The tired young man begins to drift off into a long sleep oblivious to the presence that crept closer to him by the minute...

[Noaru]

The rain tapped on the outside of Jonathan's window like a thousand fingers moving in unison these fingers were attached to a beast named a cloud, its voice causes the weary to tremble, this was called thunder! Its massive body darkened the skies and its presence can be seen as a blessing and a curse with just a breath it creates lightning and strikes down all indiscriminately; no mortal would dare halt its path. Inside the room Jonathan remained asleep, unwilling to return to reality his dreams keep him from feeling the loss of his ''soul mate'' by feeding his mind with delusions of love, eternal happiness and ''what could have been''.


The dream was beautiful, he was walking down the street, holding the hand of his beloved Sasha, they seemed so happy together as they laughed to jokes so corny that they couldn't be mentioned to others! The jokes where ones that they only could laugh to while others were left completely out of the picture; Jonathan leaned over to give his lover a kiss: it connects but when he opens his eyes, he sees himself holding hands with a statue made of rotting flesh!


He screams and tries to pull away but the ''statue'' proved to be to strong, its flesh had connected to his own skin and slowly it began to consume his lower body, preventing him from escaping! The horrified Jonathan tries to scream for help but inhales what seems like black water.... he was drowning in blackness. The statue climbs its grotesque body onto of him and stares towards him; its empty eye sockets should have made staring impossible for it, but those black holes upon the statues face could clearly see him.... his very soul being reflected upon its darkness.


Jonathan awakes to find his bed soaked in sweat! He jumps from his bed and places his back against the wall of his room afraid and disturbed by his nightmare; movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention but nothing was there once he looked over. In the corner, in the far right of his room was a black mist forming, it began to take shape of a body unseen under the cover of darkness...

[Noaru]

''It's sad really... How love can be so cruel.''


The spirit said tauntingly while hidden in the dark, he wanted to provoke anger within Jonathan and have the resentment inside him boil! Noaru knew what the young mortal was going through and wanted to ''help'' him out with his ''problem'', he had an idea one of which will have interesting results once it’s complete. The spirit knew something interesting was going to come of this and he knew his power would grow if he had gotten involved—this was a gold opportunity for him and he wasn't going to pass it up!


''Shut up...'' Said Jonathan

''It's your fault...''

'' Shut up....’’

''She left you because you were weak..''

''No....! Be quiet!!''

''Yes... your own frailty is causing you this pain!''

''Leave me alone... NO! SHUT UP!!!''

''The choice is yours..... Kill them; kill that whore and her wretched lover!''


Jonathan stands to his feet and stares blankly into the darkness before him, he couldn't see a thing but he could feel the presence of something there, something sinister lurking in the darkness before him. A bolt of lightning flashes before his eyes, it illuminated the room for a brief second to reveal Noaru standing in the darkness in front of him; his smile would have a lasting impression of the young mortal before him! The young man stands to his feet and smiles in response to Noaru's suggestion; it was a fabulous idea as of now, he was angry and heartbroken and was willing to do anything to make his unfaithful Sasha hurt even allowing himself to fall under Noaru's manipulation!


The black soulmist from Noaru's body encircles Jonathan's body, entering his eyes, nose, ears and mouth! This was Noaru's form of possession by slowly and forcibly implanting his own soulmist into a victim, it was an uncomfortable experience for Jonathan, feeling such an entity gradually taking over his very being! The process was complete and Noaru stands in his ''new'' body, he grabs the conveniently placed hand-axe from by the door and heads out into the rain to pay someone a visit.

[Noaru]

There in a cottage not too far away: a couple slept peacefully in their bed; snuggled comfortably next to each other as the rain danced with the wind outside their window as they peacefully slept a dark figure stood outside their window--soaked not by the rain but by sadness itself... if he could imagine his sorrow as a cloud each drop of rain would be equal to a tear and just as a raging storm would, it would flood each soul he came across, drowning them in despair! Here, the spirit would ask Jonathan two questions... these questions would determine this man’s current future and not the definite future.

''Are you willing to proceed?''

'' Yes...''

''Then you know what you are about to do, right?''

''I know...''

''Then proceed...''


The door flies open and the dark figure raises his axe above his head and into the body of the man in bed with his beloved Sasha! The man wakes from his slumber screaming in pain, Jonathan had missed the man’s head which was something he was intending to hit in the first place, he quickly takes the axe from the man’s stomach and begins to hack away at the strangers head and throat! The stranger releases blood curtailing screams before silence fills the room... there Sasha sat naked in the corner of the room, tears running down her face.


Noaru was laughing manically within Jonathan's subconscious, whispering interesting thoughts and methods of torture inside Jonathan's head but the young man wasn't so compliant when it came to his first love, Noaru would have to work his magic in the art of persuasion....

''Come now... this is the woman who ripped out your beating heart and gave it to that bloody-chopped up corpse lying in the bed over there, you should kill her!''


''NO, I... I CAN'T! ''

The two souls entered a short struggle over power! Noaru versus a mere mortal, Jonathan… Things were not going to end well... when the struggle ceased, it became apparent to whom the victor was, Noaru! The spirit tightly gripped the axe within the palm of ''his'' hand, Jonathan was screaming at the top of his lungs begging for him to stop! Noaru did not take heed to Jonathan's words, he brings the axe into the air and then towards Sasha's head. The axe stops completely just inches from touching the bone of Sasha's head, blood trickles down across her face as she passes out; what stopped Noaru was the sight of a little boy standing in the hallway in horror and tears.


The child was probably three years old, his appearance confirmed this; he couldn't help but stop, he literally could not do any bodily or mental harm to people when an innocent soul was present. Noaru simply leaves Jonathan's body and disappears, he was unwilling to face the young child's grief.... what becomes of Jonathan, his son and Sasha remains a mystery.

[Arcane]

Rewards and Treasure! Experience Points +2 Possession +1 Persuasion Lores Possessing Jonathan Committing murder with a possessed victim Miscellaneous n/a Comments I didn't see anything that warrants Materialization, but do draw my attention should I miss it. I like the way you frame stories, it's quite refreshing compared to everyone else's style which focuses on their own PCs. Granted, this method is quite effective seeing that Noaru's a malevolent ghost, but it would be great if we get occasional insight into what makes Noaru tick.