"Morley taught me all about you Trezlan." I have to admit I was not prepared to kill another of Morley's disciples, though it did at least explain who decided on the cannibalism change to this weird rich person orgy (what better way to hide your necromancy than having idiots eat your victims). I moved back into the flaming room to get some space.
"Apparently he didn't teach you what I looked like or you would have thought differently than to try and eat me." I sent a gout of flame at the Morley disciple and he countered it with some kind of wind magic (stupid wind magic). He threw my fire back at me, but apparently like my appearance Morley didn't teach him returning magic to the person who cast it generally will not work. He followed up his attempt to send my magic back at me with a bunch of random crap in the room thrown by his wind which I dodged because I was naked not blind (though I was a bit more aware I was flopping in the wind as it were). This kind of thing happened for a little bit until I closed the distance and punched him in the face. He stumbled backwards and I decided now would probably be a good time to leave (the room was starting to crumble from the flames and I could hear sirens). Unfortunately he did know necromancy and with my focus off him he hit me with a life drain.
"Now you die." I could feel the life being sucked out of me and knew if I didn't change things I'd be boned. But I was in a room full of fire that was screwed up because of all the burning and Morley's disciple was an idiot (his necromancy was weak its why I had time instead of just being dead). I intensified the fire and it burned a beam over the disciple which came crashing down on his dumb self (I made sure it burned hot just too extra cook his ass). Not wanting to join him I quickly exited the burning hotel and made my way off in the night completely naked and without my ID (which was a pain to get restablished).
And in the next entry I'll go over the aftermath of which there was some not a lot, but some!
Monday, December 29, 2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
The Real Deal
People with power do weird things. Some of them build everything out of gold (knew a guy like that literally everything, including things that didn't make sense like his toilet), some of them use it to abuse those lower than themselves in social strata, and then there were the cannibals. People who had money and authority who just wanted to engage in a decadent act of eating. I figured the majority of them were bored rich people who wanted to have an orgy (it was actually a sexual gathering as well though I didn't see that aspect of it for obvious reasons) and then someone decided that was too boring so they had to eat people poorer than themselves (You would think that would make the meat be awful! I'd prefer to eat a rich person they've obviously never missed a meal and lead an indulgent life!). I felt bad for the guy that was just there for the sex with other people's wives and yet he's got to eat someone to prove he's cool, not a whole lot of bad because he eats people, but you know just a twinge of regret.
"One of you comes near me with one of those swords and you'll regret it for the rest of your life all eight seconds of it." Naked, still groggy and slightly emotionally damaged I wasn't exactly the kind of animal these idiots were used to and that was the point of my threat. See I've talked about the nature of power before, I've talked about what real power is, but its still always true. I'm real power. I'm someone who has slain gods, I'm someone who walks (ok cowers but still I'm there) in darkness. I'm a terrifying person people should be afraid of, but no idiots always just think I'm a rube who is another fool to murder and it always turns out bad for them.
One of the guards grabbed me and the other brought is sword to cut my wrist. I was done, this whole thing while entertaining was not how I wanted to spend my night so I unleashed. The one holding me died to necromancy (because he was close and setting someone on fire while holding you is a bad idea). The one bringing his sword to stab me found how easy gold is to melt as I brought the cage melted onto his arm much to his screeching displeasure. Stepping out of my melted cage over the screaming guard the rest of the guests tried to run in terror (this was a mistake panic makes you do stupid things, like say running into a doorway that was set on fire burning you to death). The room was on fire people were burning and I was naked. This felt like the worst holiday party ever. I was on my way out of the room when a scorched man hit me in the face and sent me sprawling.
"You aren't leaving you poor son of a bitch." His face was burned but I could sense the power welling within himself (of course someone here would be magical of course).
"Can I at least put on pants before I kill you?" The answer was no. Also turns out killing him not as easy as I thought it would be. Because of course it wasn't!
"One of you comes near me with one of those swords and you'll regret it for the rest of your life all eight seconds of it." Naked, still groggy and slightly emotionally damaged I wasn't exactly the kind of animal these idiots were used to and that was the point of my threat. See I've talked about the nature of power before, I've talked about what real power is, but its still always true. I'm real power. I'm someone who has slain gods, I'm someone who walks (ok cowers but still I'm there) in darkness. I'm a terrifying person people should be afraid of, but no idiots always just think I'm a rube who is another fool to murder and it always turns out bad for them.
One of the guards grabbed me and the other brought is sword to cut my wrist. I was done, this whole thing while entertaining was not how I wanted to spend my night so I unleashed. The one holding me died to necromancy (because he was close and setting someone on fire while holding you is a bad idea). The one bringing his sword to stab me found how easy gold is to melt as I brought the cage melted onto his arm much to his screeching displeasure. Stepping out of my melted cage over the screaming guard the rest of the guests tried to run in terror (this was a mistake panic makes you do stupid things, like say running into a doorway that was set on fire burning you to death). The room was on fire people were burning and I was naked. This felt like the worst holiday party ever. I was on my way out of the room when a scorched man hit me in the face and sent me sprawling.
"You aren't leaving you poor son of a bitch." His face was burned but I could sense the power welling within himself (of course someone here would be magical of course).
"Can I at least put on pants before I kill you?" The answer was no. Also turns out killing him not as easy as I thought it would be. Because of course it wasn't!
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Not On the Menu
Cannibals are weird. Like in the past cannibalism was something people did when they were tribal, feral, unable to eat normal animals but had a good supply of people (like ship wrecks or uhh ship wrecks...) But in the more modern times cannibals persevere, what was once something people resorted to, has become something some people seek out. I think its because of necromantic myth's about getting the power of the person you eat (which is patently ridiculous you have to magically eat them for this power...)
The dinner was very fancy everyone was wearing nice little mask, dressed in expensive extravagant suits, and they had very pretty silverware and plates. How did I know they were cannibals? The cooked bodies in display in the center of the room that were being carved up to be served. It was kind of a big hint. My cage at least had a pillow and was made of gold which was a nice aesthetic, and also gold is extremely easy to melt. I could see a half assed attempt at making the gold cage magic proof, but the sigils were all wrong (they actually hilariously had inscribed it in theory to increase magical power, but they kind of messed that up too). Too my right and left were guards, they were armed with what looked like ceremonial swords. They also had no pants or underware on (but oddly they had on tops, I was completely mystified at the dress code for this party).
"So this is a nice party, but if you gents don't mind I'd like to leave." They didn't answer me. The MC of the whole event was in the middle helping to distribute parts of people (the corpses were male and female, as one would expect the genitals were the first thing eaten, which is disgusting yet makes sense). I wondered what I was doing there, they certainly had enough meat (I mean two whole people should be enough, not to mention I wouldn't be cooked in time for the rest of them to eat) when the MC pointed at my cage and held up a goblet.
"WHO WANTS THE FIRST DRINK?" He pointed at me and one of the guards brought up their saber.
"You guys are going to drink my blood? That's disgusting." As if everything else was fine up to this point (it wasn't but you know I wasn't personally threatened). With my life on the line I knew my time to act was upon myself. And I get into that in the next entry. You know I love dragging things out for the holidays.
The dinner was very fancy everyone was wearing nice little mask, dressed in expensive extravagant suits, and they had very pretty silverware and plates. How did I know they were cannibals? The cooked bodies in display in the center of the room that were being carved up to be served. It was kind of a big hint. My cage at least had a pillow and was made of gold which was a nice aesthetic, and also gold is extremely easy to melt. I could see a half assed attempt at making the gold cage magic proof, but the sigils were all wrong (they actually hilariously had inscribed it in theory to increase magical power, but they kind of messed that up too). Too my right and left were guards, they were armed with what looked like ceremonial swords. They also had no pants or underware on (but oddly they had on tops, I was completely mystified at the dress code for this party).
"So this is a nice party, but if you gents don't mind I'd like to leave." They didn't answer me. The MC of the whole event was in the middle helping to distribute parts of people (the corpses were male and female, as one would expect the genitals were the first thing eaten, which is disgusting yet makes sense). I wondered what I was doing there, they certainly had enough meat (I mean two whole people should be enough, not to mention I wouldn't be cooked in time for the rest of them to eat) when the MC pointed at my cage and held up a goblet.
"WHO WANTS THE FIRST DRINK?" He pointed at me and one of the guards brought up their saber.
"You guys are going to drink my blood? That's disgusting." As if everything else was fine up to this point (it wasn't but you know I wasn't personally threatened). With my life on the line I knew my time to act was upon myself. And I get into that in the next entry. You know I love dragging things out for the holidays.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
I'm Confused By Pleasantries
"Good evening sir." The waiter at the bar was a polite older gentleman with frosted grey hair and a meticulously clean vest and white shirt. He was wearing gloves and looked to be in the process of cleaning an already clean bar.
"Good evening indeed." The bar was one in the richer parts of town, I realized perhaps I shouldn't have jumped right up from drive bar to fine dining, but I had money and no shame. I took a seat at the bar even though it was as empty as Valrym's it was a lot more inviting.
"I don't think you are in the right place sir." I frowned and took out some money.
"My money says otherwise." I knew this was the universal sign for leave me alone and from his reaction he seemed to agree.
"But of course sir, but you are under dressed for the affair, Charles!" He snapped his fingers and a young well built man showed up. "Please show our guest to the bath, he should be properly prepared for the evening." Ordinarily this should have given me pause, but I had already drank a lot this evening and as I've stated several hundred times I'm an idiot. Charles lead me to a bath of sorts and disrobed me, it wasn't exactly sexual when he washed me, but I could feel it almost was? I dunno it has been several hundred years since my last sexual encounter and so any kind of contact confuses me (I swear I'm not a monster I just pretend to be one wait that sounds worse). I was kind of liking the whole being bathed thing up until I felt an injection in the back of my neck. I was about to kill the crap out of Charles for drugging me, but the drugs worked too fast and when I came to I was completely naked an in a cage.
"WELCOME TO DINNER!" Was the shout I heard and I immediately regretted my bar choice. Should have went to a scummier restaurant, at least there the only risk is getting mugged/turned into a medical experiment.
"Good evening indeed." The bar was one in the richer parts of town, I realized perhaps I shouldn't have jumped right up from drive bar to fine dining, but I had money and no shame. I took a seat at the bar even though it was as empty as Valrym's it was a lot more inviting.
"I don't think you are in the right place sir." I frowned and took out some money.
"My money says otherwise." I knew this was the universal sign for leave me alone and from his reaction he seemed to agree.
"But of course sir, but you are under dressed for the affair, Charles!" He snapped his fingers and a young well built man showed up. "Please show our guest to the bath, he should be properly prepared for the evening." Ordinarily this should have given me pause, but I had already drank a lot this evening and as I've stated several hundred times I'm an idiot. Charles lead me to a bath of sorts and disrobed me, it wasn't exactly sexual when he washed me, but I could feel it almost was? I dunno it has been several hundred years since my last sexual encounter and so any kind of contact confuses me (I swear I'm not a monster I just pretend to be one wait that sounds worse). I was kind of liking the whole being bathed thing up until I felt an injection in the back of my neck. I was about to kill the crap out of Charles for drugging me, but the drugs worked too fast and when I came to I was completely naked an in a cage.
"WELCOME TO DINNER!" Was the shout I heard and I immediately regretted my bar choice. Should have went to a scummier restaurant, at least there the only risk is getting mugged/turned into a medical experiment.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Home For the Holidays
Sitting there at my spot at Valrym's bar, looking around at a mostly empty bar I wondered where everyone was (I mean it wasn't like I was drinking in the morning, yet, I mean I would be, but it was currently evening). The only person I could see was an old drunk I called pukey for the obvious reason. Val didn't even have a wait staff around, it was just him, which again was unusual.
"Where is everyone?" Valrym looked at me in disbelief, then again that was his normal growly bartender get out of here look I'd grown used to.
"With their families? Don't you have a family?"
"Val my only friend is you and Hanlon."
"I'm not your friend."
"So then Hanlon." I finished my drink and though how sad it was that my only friend was an arms dealer who was some kind of dark something or other. It was enough to cause a man to drink and I was already.
"Could be worse, you could try and rekindle your friendship with Morley." I guffawed. Really guffawed, though if I was being honest the thought had occurred to me. A dark horrible stupid thought, but a thought all the same.
"You're right I don't think he'd take you back since you're not as evil as he is."
"That's so nice of you to say."
"Not out of lack of trying Trezlan not out of lack of trying."
"And there is the bite to your story, just like usual you build me up and tear me down."
"You keep coming back one of these years you'll find a new bar and I'll improve my clientele." I hopped down off my stool and collapsed (had a bit more to drink than I expected), and then stood back up immediately thus negating the fall (in my mind).
"Then that is what I shall do!" I left the bar to find a new place to drink since I was tired of Valrym's lip. He harumphed and said that will be the day and off I went. And my plan totally worked I found a new place to drink and everything. Of course it had its own set backs but you know for a few days it was a great place to spend my lonely holiday!
"Where is everyone?" Valrym looked at me in disbelief, then again that was his normal growly bartender get out of here look I'd grown used to.
"With their families? Don't you have a family?"
"Val my only friend is you and Hanlon."
"I'm not your friend."
"So then Hanlon." I finished my drink and though how sad it was that my only friend was an arms dealer who was some kind of dark something or other. It was enough to cause a man to drink and I was already.
"Could be worse, you could try and rekindle your friendship with Morley." I guffawed. Really guffawed, though if I was being honest the thought had occurred to me. A dark horrible stupid thought, but a thought all the same.
"You're right I don't think he'd take you back since you're not as evil as he is."
"That's so nice of you to say."
"Not out of lack of trying Trezlan not out of lack of trying."
"And there is the bite to your story, just like usual you build me up and tear me down."
"You keep coming back one of these years you'll find a new bar and I'll improve my clientele." I hopped down off my stool and collapsed (had a bit more to drink than I expected), and then stood back up immediately thus negating the fall (in my mind).
"Then that is what I shall do!" I left the bar to find a new place to drink since I was tired of Valrym's lip. He harumphed and said that will be the day and off I went. And my plan totally worked I found a new place to drink and everything. Of course it had its own set backs but you know for a few days it was a great place to spend my lonely holiday!
Monday, December 22, 2014
It Wasn't a Dream
"Careful the last time he woke up from a dream he thought himself a god." Valrym was really helping me out with my small group of remaining alive friends (so Hanlon and uhhh Hanlon, man has it really come to that? Good lords).
"Did he now? Well it wouldn't be the first time someone falsely declared themself a god after a dream." Hanlon kind of left that one hanging, because he's Hanlon the master of allusions to other things he never explains. I got to my feet, and had to steady myself I had been out of it for a while.
"I'm not a god."
"Well I'm glad he let go of that delusion." Val walked off and Hanlon put his hand on my shoulder.
"You say that like something changed."
"I failed my test. I can't be a God." He got a quizzical look on his face.
"Test? What kind of test could there be for a god?"
"The Fire God got me out of prison and threw me into a pit where I had to face my fears, I failed, and then I woke up here. Now my magic is trapped inside of myself by vengeance, but I'm not honoring that either." Hanlon laughed.
"Your lawyer Maury Mcmurphy got you out of prison, and then he said you passed out on the way home probably from the cold. As far as your powers Trezlan that's all in your head you have a mental block preventing you from using your power until you think you have crossed some magical vengeance threshold, the magic is still inside you." I didn't exactly believe Hanlon, but when I tried a little bit of fire magic it was there again. Perhaps it all had been in my head.
"So I'm not a god?"
"No, the feeling was just a super charge from being so close to the hand of the Fire God and the Fire God herself, you kind of got a god Buzz on, no worry about having to do some duty of being a vengeance god or something." I felt better if only a little bit empty. I thought for a moment there I had more to do in life than just live.
"Feeling kind of sad now."
"Well if it makes you feel any better if there was a test, if that's a big If you did just pass out, but if there was one, I'm sure it wouldn't be about facing ones fears and more about not following just because you were told to." And with that Hanlon left me. So I'm not a vengeance god probably, but for a brief moment I totally was! Though I was left with one question, who in the gods name was Maury Mcmurphy?
"Did he now? Well it wouldn't be the first time someone falsely declared themself a god after a dream." Hanlon kind of left that one hanging, because he's Hanlon the master of allusions to other things he never explains. I got to my feet, and had to steady myself I had been out of it for a while.
"I'm not a god."
"Well I'm glad he let go of that delusion." Val walked off and Hanlon put his hand on my shoulder.
"You say that like something changed."
"I failed my test. I can't be a God." He got a quizzical look on his face.
"Test? What kind of test could there be for a god?"
"The Fire God got me out of prison and threw me into a pit where I had to face my fears, I failed, and then I woke up here. Now my magic is trapped inside of myself by vengeance, but I'm not honoring that either." Hanlon laughed.
"Your lawyer Maury Mcmurphy got you out of prison, and then he said you passed out on the way home probably from the cold. As far as your powers Trezlan that's all in your head you have a mental block preventing you from using your power until you think you have crossed some magical vengeance threshold, the magic is still inside you." I didn't exactly believe Hanlon, but when I tried a little bit of fire magic it was there again. Perhaps it all had been in my head.
"So I'm not a god?"
"No, the feeling was just a super charge from being so close to the hand of the Fire God and the Fire God herself, you kind of got a god Buzz on, no worry about having to do some duty of being a vengeance god or something." I felt better if only a little bit empty. I thought for a moment there I had more to do in life than just live.
"Feeling kind of sad now."
"Well if it makes you feel any better if there was a test, if that's a big If you did just pass out, but if there was one, I'm sure it wouldn't be about facing ones fears and more about not following just because you were told to." And with that Hanlon left me. So I'm not a vengeance god probably, but for a brief moment I totally was! Though I was left with one question, who in the gods name was Maury Mcmurphy?
Friday, December 19, 2014
Worst Final Choice Ever
"Welcome Trezlan sit." The last part of the trial was just a chair with a nice older man sitting at a desk waiting for me. The room was all light almost as a counter to the darkness I came through. I took my seat in the chair expecting something awful to happen and I wasn't wrong.
"So what horrible thing are you going to do to me?
"Is that how you view this? Some kind of torment to you specifically?"
"Well it seems that way." He sighed.
"Trezlan Lorentino, this is your interview process for being a god, you had to defeat your own fears and struggles to take your place among the elevated, I must say to say you failed is an understatement." I will say no matter how nice the old man was trying to be I was more than fed up with this whole thing.
"I failed? I FAILED? YOU ALL FAILED THIS ENTIRE THING IS A FAILURE! I'm done, this is it I'm over, let me out of your stupid game you damned gods. I don't want to be a member of your dumb order, I'd rather be a regular moron than stuck in this forever stupid thing!" The old man looked at me in astonishment and suddenly he was the huge spider from before.
"Then I guess you become lunch!" I went to shield myself from its attack and woke up to Hanlon slapping me in the face. It was to say the least shocking.
"Well I'm glad you are back with us Trezlan you have been asleep for like a day." I looked around and I was at Valrym's bar, I had been propped on a table, there was a collection plate nearby for "Trezlan's funeral expenses." I figured that was Valrym's vote of confidence. So was it all a dream? What happened? Well... Yes its in the next entry. Yep I'm a jerk.
"So what horrible thing are you going to do to me?
"Is that how you view this? Some kind of torment to you specifically?"
"Well it seems that way." He sighed.
"Trezlan Lorentino, this is your interview process for being a god, you had to defeat your own fears and struggles to take your place among the elevated, I must say to say you failed is an understatement." I will say no matter how nice the old man was trying to be I was more than fed up with this whole thing.
"I failed? I FAILED? YOU ALL FAILED THIS ENTIRE THING IS A FAILURE! I'm done, this is it I'm over, let me out of your stupid game you damned gods. I don't want to be a member of your dumb order, I'd rather be a regular moron than stuck in this forever stupid thing!" The old man looked at me in astonishment and suddenly he was the huge spider from before.
"Then I guess you become lunch!" I went to shield myself from its attack and woke up to Hanlon slapping me in the face. It was to say the least shocking.
"Well I'm glad you are back with us Trezlan you have been asleep for like a day." I looked around and I was at Valrym's bar, I had been propped on a table, there was a collection plate nearby for "Trezlan's funeral expenses." I figured that was Valrym's vote of confidence. So was it all a dream? What happened? Well... Yes its in the next entry. Yep I'm a jerk.
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