Completed Among the filth...

[Cyric]

Spring, 50, 514

The back alleys of Ravok were the best places to find critters. Rats, stray dogs, cats, sometimes even small birds and the like...

Cyric wasn't looking for anything in particular. Just flesh to practice on to try out some of his new theories. He wasn't much of a hunter gatherer so he only had one good trick up his sleeve. He would sit in the alley wearing none of his usual perfumes or having washed that day. Making him smell like the rotted fetid corpse he was. Dragging himself between some piles of waste he sat down setting his staff in front of himself. sitting down waiting was perhaps one of the most dull things he could think to do but it was a necessary evil. Perhaps when he had enough capitol he could hire some filthy human children to catch rats and the like for him...

Gardock piped up in a rare interest to strike up conversation with his master stirring from his ever vigilant state atop his staff, "Perhaps if you glazed yourself with honey you would have more success then smelling like a rotten corpse sir..." The familiar chuckled at the comment reverting to his typical passive state.

"Perhaps you could make yourself useful and keep an eye out for Ebonstryfe, rather than thinking of quips out of boredom..." Cyric leaned back against the wall and let his thoughts roll about imagining what he might make of the body of a small orphan child...

[Vayl]

x

Vayl walked calmly along one of the quieter areas the Docks. He preferred the outskirts of Ravok much the same he preferred the outskirts of Kalinor. While Kalinor's outer areas were devoid of life, rotting, and a much better place than he was now, the much greater lack of sheer bodies was still apparent in Ravok, and he appreciated it. It was a place for him to calm down, relax, and steel himself for the hardships of the places he had to go, like the busy (at least for him) area where he lived, about 10 chimes' walk from here.

Vayl looked at his boots as he ambled aimlessly, a slight, very slight twinge of homesickness coming over him. But it disappeared fast. Ravok was a much more free, fair and accepting city for him. He didn't have to do as his father expected, least of all copulate with a human of all creatures. Vayl shook his head to try and remove the thought of the act.

Feeling rather melodramatic Vayl smiled to himself softly, his eyes reflecting the light off the clear, smooth water of the lake as the sun set over it. Removing his boots, he climbed gently up the side of a building on the very outskirts of the city, so he could watch the sun set over the waves. He was careful, as he had learnt fast, to make sure that he avoided any open windows or invading anyone's privacy as he ascended.

On the roof, Vayl sighed as he swung his legs slowly off the edge. It was a sigh of sadness yet relief. He had escaped his kind, found a world that let him do what he want.

Yet it was so hostile.. This sun.. so bright and hot, he wore barely any clothing compared to what he wore in Kalinor, and he didn't know how the humans walked around without squinting. For him night time was the ideal level of brightness, at least on a clear night with a moon.

Vayl's ever paranoid ears kept half an eye on the conversations and sounds he could hear below him. A couple kissing and proclaiming love, some tradesmen on the main avenue, the buildings softly creaking and clunking as they floated and gently bumped against one another, and..

And a voice that he'd never heard anything of the like of before. If he was forced to he'd guess that it was the voice of a man who had been impaled straight through the neck and never taken the blade out. It sounded harsh, grating, an assault on the human language, let alone Symenos.

Frowning in concern and curiosity Vayl paced over to the edge of the roof that led to a narrow alleyway and looked down, pulling his hood off his head for a better look.

Curiosity killed the spider and Vayl descended slowly, stopping on a balcony where the doors were closed and the lights off. He looked down at the speaking person. He... it was a corpse??? Was this some illusion or something? Or was he seeing him....

"Uhm, excuse me sir" he muttered in his velvety accent, "Are you ok? Or do you need... help?" Vyvian couldn't think of what you'd call medical treatment in common, so he hoped the human catch all phrase for assistance would still work.

x

ah, death at last
my escort to life's frailty

OOCYou need to put a date on your first post about when this thread is

[Cyric]

Cyrics thoughts were interrupted as a voice called out to him from a balcony above... He allowed his head to tilt up just enough that his gaze could fall upon whomever it was that found him in the alley. In the process his hood fell back revealing his face covered with bandages and the like to give him the appearance of a leaper.

The man above him was no less strange in appearance. Having the look of a pale sickly looking human, though tall and with lengthier limbs then normal humans it gave him the appearance of something else... Perhaps he wasn't a human at all? It didn't really matter, he seemed like his concern for the corpse in the alley was going to ruin any plans at scavenging that Cyric had. In his usual raspy voice he called out to the man "I am fine strange lad... Just looking for rats and other such vermin for my... Research..."

"If you are indeed concerned with my health... Make yourself useful and let me know if you see any rats scuttling about..." With that, Cyric began to cackle with his scathing voice. He pulled his hood back over himself and leaned back against the wall.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl flashed a brilliant, innocent, youthful smile; his fangs showing slightly.

"Well sir, if you're going to try and catch rats, leave some fresh food out for them to eat, they'll love it. I remember back at home we'd leave out mashed up fresh fruit, they'd flock to it like spiders to a fly!"

He chuckled melodically, before becoming serious suddenly as he remembered the person in front of him was clearly long dead.

"Uhm, I'm sorry. But what are you? Are you a spirit? Or.. I don't know how you say it in your language.." undead.. "one without a pulse?""

Vayl edged back slowly to the wall and put one hand on it for security. He didn't know how dangerous these creatures could be yet. In the stories they often tried to recruit people into their ranks. He didn't want to know how, and he didn't want to die.

x

ah, death at last
my escort to blissful frailty

[Cyric]

Fruit he says... That wasn't a half bad idea... To bad Cyric lacked any fruit to speak of. He noticed the hint of a pair of fangs in the boys face, he obviously was not human after all.

He could see the boys features stiffen as if he came to some sort of realization. Then speaking out loud the boy said, "Uhm, I'm sorry. But what are you? Are you a spirit? Or.. I don't know how you say it in your language.." undead.. "one without a pulse?"

It appeared that the boy was confused and as unfamiliar with what exactly Cyric was just as much as Cyric was the other was around. Perhaps this could work to his advantage somehow... Making an ally in this wretched human city that was not of human decent could prove rather useful to Cyric. But it would be rather difficult as it seemed the boy had entirely the *correct* idea about Cyric, though he was no simple ghast or other mindless undead. He was indeed a threat to most mortal men...

"Be at ease boy... I am nothing of the type to recruit you into some sort of cult" He began to cough and retch as though to play the part of someone ill, "though dead I am!" He cackled with his raspy voice. "Though I lack the power to do the same to anyone else..." He revealed his bandaged hands and arms revealing more of his body covered in bandages, additionally revealing the hundreds of teeth adorning his entire body on the threads that tethered them altogether. "I am but a leprous old man..."

He covered himself again re concealing himself in his hooded cloak.

"Though I might know a thing or two about Malediction..."

[Vayl]

x

Vayl paused and frowned. So he was an undead. Vayl scowled. He couldn't trust this person then. At least not too much. He pulled his hood deep over his head. The man's clothes piqued his memory.

"I've.... met you before... when that crowd rioted because.. you threw money at them. Why did you do that?" slowly he perched on the balcony, like a huge purple bird of prey, and looked down at the "weak" man.

x

ah, death at last
my escort to blissful frailty

[Cyric]

Cyric gazed up again at the boy. Trying to recall if he saw the boy or not during that time... "Perhaps, I doubt you're mistaking me for somebody else... Would it disturb you to say that I did it for the good work of Chaos?" Cyric stood then picking up his bone staff to aid in his movement.

"Perhaps I did it to watch the people suffer?" Cyric began to pace up and down then working himself up into a feverish rant. "Perhaps I did it because the greed was so thick in the air that I could scoop it from the air with a spoon? All I know is that the good lord of this city... NEIGH the lord of ALL cities loves a good sport of chaos!" He chuckled a bit and looked up at the boy, "The lord I speak of is one that is worth the remembering for you boy. He is lord of all even if they are unaware of it yet..." Using his hypnotic magic while he spoke to help inspire a tinge of chill into the boy... "Our lord I speak of is the God Rhysol..."

He sat down again this time pointedly facing the direction the lad was. "Perhaps I could teach you a thing or two about him if you care to know... But let me ask... What ever kind of thing are you?" This time his voice was full of curiosity, "I think we could do a good deal allying with one another in a city such as this. Filled to the brim with filthy humans who want naught more but to kill anything non human and ring it up to dry on a pike..."

Cyric chuckled again imagining the spectacle it would inspire to meet his end in such an prostrating way. "If you wish to avoid such a fate I would work on the foreign sound of your voice... Among other habits..."

[Vayl]

x

Vayl frowned deeply, his eyes sparking violet. This man.. thing could not be trusted. He understood Rhysol was the patron god of this town, but this was bordering on fanaticism.

"For now I'm remaining neutral, dead one." a spark of victory went through his mind. He bowed deeply and extravagantly.

"I am a Symenestra. I hail from Kalinor" he smiled a toothy grin.

"And you speak of Chaos, yet you inflict pain and suffering to the people who also worship the same god?" he stared down in interest.

"And I may have a foreign accent, but I like it. And I'm sure that an accent is more appealing than the smell of rotten flesh. Surely you can buy salts or oils to cover things like that up?"

Vayl leant forward as his hood flopped over his brow. He didn't like this person, but his interest must be sated.

x

ah, death at last
my escort to blissful frailty

[Cyric]

Cyric laughed at the comments made by the boy. Surely he felt himself righteous in comparison to the filth that lay in the alley before him. It was then though that Cyric spotted some prey, a large rat that crept its way toward him. Clearly it thought he was some sort of corpse fresh for the eating. This of course was exactly what Cyric had been aiming for... Bait was expensive, bodies cost only the lives of those whom they belong... Belonged in this case...

Cyric lay silent and still hunched over ready to strike at the rat when it drew close. At this point ignoring anything the boy was saying as his intended target drew closer. Inch by inch he watched as it scurried toward its meal. Until the creature literally began to gnaw on Cyrics open hand. Take not but nibbles at first to confirm that it was indeed worth eating. It was then that the little beast bit down hard on Cyrics middle finger. directly in the palm of his hand. Cyric grabbed swiftly and powerfully as the rat screeched in protest at it's capture. Then Cyric began to squeeze the life out of the beast, until it struggled no more...

He stood up and pocketed the rat satisfied that its size would make for some decent trinkets.

"Smelling like this is indeed something that I typically avoid sir knight..." To which Cyric bowed low in the boy's direction, his voice blatantly sounding sarcastic. "If you wish to see "why" I do this then follow me to my establishment. Otherwise it is obvious that my presence disturbs you, as does the true meaning of "worship" when it comes to his grace Lord Rhysol."

Cyric began taking strides toward his apartment on the outskirts of the merchant quarter. "Those who worship him are in no way immune to the chaos that is his hallmark." Before turning the corner of the alley he said aloud as if to nobody in particular, "I am Cyric... The Nuit".

He then turned with no great haste down the road toward his home.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl scowled as the undead walked away.

Noo-eet... that's how you sait it then.. It sounded vulgar even for the human tongue. Perhaps it was intentional. Still, there was training to be done, money to be gotten, and far more important things to do than think about a Nuit...

Vyvian pulled his hood back on and climbed slowly back to the rooftops

x

ah, death at last
my escort to blissful frailty

OOCI assume this thread is finished now? If so stick in the requests thread