Post by pebkac on Mar 27, 2012 23:51:52 GMT -5
He stepped carefully, quietly and slowly following the drunken slob once again. The dark shadowy figure had been following this particular drunk for weeks, watching, waiting, planning. Everything had to be just right if anything was to be learned here. Not merely for the sake of avoiding the Thayan authorities and their rather severe punishments, but to avoid any interruption. "He is perfect" the tall dark man following in the shadows thought to himself as he stalked his latest experiment through the Thayan streets and alleys. "This one will provide much insight" the voice in his mind told him. He had always listened to the voice in his head. He had to. He simply had to know. The voice spoke the words the dark man dare not say aloud himself for risk of revealing his presence. He had spent every night for the last few weeks following this particular drunk around the city, watching, learning, waiting, and now the time was nearly at hand. The two men twisted and turned through the alleys and streets of the large Thayan city, one stumbling half-blind from one watering hole to the next, usually getting thrown out before even ordering the first drink. The other following silently in the shadows like a lion stalking its prey. "Aw c'mon. Y'got any ide... *hick* idea who I am?" The drunkard whined at the bartender when his request for more rum was denied. "Can't say I do rummy, nor do I care. Get out." came the surly reply from the bartender. The drunkard staggered toward the door to the saloon shouting curses at the bartender, offering up a vulgar salute along with a suggestion as to where the bartender could store his wares as he shuffled, nearly stumbling out the door. The drunkard felt hands, strong and cold, yet surprisingly thin grip his mouth and neck just before fading into unconciousness.
Slowly the drunkards eyes opened, his vision blurry at first before finally coming into focus. The drunkard began to realize quickly that he was restrained. He could not move at all. "What in the nine hells...?" the drunkard shouted hearing his own voice echo back at him he began to realize he was underground and tied tightly to some sort of table. "Ah, you wake." came a voice from the darkness in the dimly lit room. "Now then, I suppose introductions are in order, after all... it is only polite" a very thin man spoke as he walked slowly into view. "Who in the hells are you? You let me go this instant. Have you any idea the shyte you're in mister?" the drunk demanded loudly. Through a chuckle the thin, dark man replied, "I am Andrek and you have the immense honour of assisting me with a great experiment. You, my smelly friend, are going to help me understand death." The drunkard eyed the thin man as he spoke, a knot forming in his stomach as a very unsettling grin came over the thin man's face. "Death? What the hells you mean death? I ain't dead ya damn fool" the drunkard asserted. "Quite true my good man, fortunate as that is for us, since you being dead already would make my experiment impossible." the thin man said through a grin that made the drunkards stomach turn like never before. The thin man reached to a small table beside him grabbing something from it and turning back to the drunkard speaking quietly, "Now then... I want you to tell me what you are feeling right now and once I begin I wish you to continue to tell me what you feel. I realize this will be painful but I must still ask you to keep your comments relevant to the discussion and avoid emotional outbursts as best you can... here we go" the thin man said as he raised a very sharp looking knife to the drunkards chest and began to cut very gently down the center. A blood curdling scream came from the drunkards mouth as the thin man began to cut. "Again I must ask you to avoid such outbursts, and tell me in plain and proper tongue what you are feeling." And so continued the two men for many hours before the drunkard finally succumbed to the wounds inflicted upon him by the thin man as his flesh was flayed from his body whilst he was alive... and conscious. "He was not as useful as I expected" the thin man thought to himself as he continued his work examining the now mutilated corpse of the drunk, and then he saw it. There on the drunkards skin was a mark he was just now seeing for the first time, and for the first time in as long as the thin man could recall he felt fear. "Oh gods no. How did I miss that? He cannot be... it is not possible." the thin man said aloud, startled momentarily by his own thoughts. There, in the flickering torchlight the thin man spotted for the first time the unmistakeable markings of a local red wizard. "His head is neatly shaved, and yet he is marked, that means he is no slave... but kin." the thin man whispered in the darkness. "Damnit, I have to leave... now." the thin man said to himself as he hurried out of the room with amazing speed.
Slowly the drunkards eyes opened, his vision blurry at first before finally coming into focus. The drunkard began to realize quickly that he was restrained. He could not move at all. "What in the nine hells...?" the drunkard shouted hearing his own voice echo back at him he began to realize he was underground and tied tightly to some sort of table. "Ah, you wake." came a voice from the darkness in the dimly lit room. "Now then, I suppose introductions are in order, after all... it is only polite" a very thin man spoke as he walked slowly into view. "Who in the hells are you? You let me go this instant. Have you any idea the shyte you're in mister?" the drunk demanded loudly. Through a chuckle the thin, dark man replied, "I am Andrek and you have the immense honour of assisting me with a great experiment. You, my smelly friend, are going to help me understand death." The drunkard eyed the thin man as he spoke, a knot forming in his stomach as a very unsettling grin came over the thin man's face. "Death? What the hells you mean death? I ain't dead ya damn fool" the drunkard asserted. "Quite true my good man, fortunate as that is for us, since you being dead already would make my experiment impossible." the thin man said through a grin that made the drunkards stomach turn like never before. The thin man reached to a small table beside him grabbing something from it and turning back to the drunkard speaking quietly, "Now then... I want you to tell me what you are feeling right now and once I begin I wish you to continue to tell me what you feel. I realize this will be painful but I must still ask you to keep your comments relevant to the discussion and avoid emotional outbursts as best you can... here we go" the thin man said as he raised a very sharp looking knife to the drunkards chest and began to cut very gently down the center. A blood curdling scream came from the drunkards mouth as the thin man began to cut. "Again I must ask you to avoid such outbursts, and tell me in plain and proper tongue what you are feeling." And so continued the two men for many hours before the drunkard finally succumbed to the wounds inflicted upon him by the thin man as his flesh was flayed from his body whilst he was alive... and conscious. "He was not as useful as I expected" the thin man thought to himself as he continued his work examining the now mutilated corpse of the drunk, and then he saw it. There on the drunkards skin was a mark he was just now seeing for the first time, and for the first time in as long as the thin man could recall he felt fear. "Oh gods no. How did I miss that? He cannot be... it is not possible." the thin man said aloud, startled momentarily by his own thoughts. There, in the flickering torchlight the thin man spotted for the first time the unmistakeable markings of a local red wizard. "His head is neatly shaved, and yet he is marked, that means he is no slave... but kin." the thin man whispered in the darkness. "Damnit, I have to leave... now." the thin man said to himself as he hurried out of the room with amazing speed.