07-29-2008, 03:11 PM
Efluvious brooded in the dark.
The recent events involving Thanuist and Coranda had beaten down the last of his inner barriers. A darker, craftier self had emerged. Stalking along the shadows, his usual clumsy shuffle gone, he unsheathed his blade and shaved the hair from his head. His path lead straight across the Undercity from his newly vacated nest of rags in the sewers to the Rogue's Quarter.
"Ahh, Gregory Charles. I have business with you," the now bald Efluvious whispered, "so let us be about it, shall we?"
"And who would you be? A warrior from the looks of it." The forsaken paused, and examined the him. "Ahh yes...you would be Efluvious would you not? It was rumored you were missing," the rogue trainer sneered, "or dead once more. Along with the rest of the useless rabble on the last casualty report."
The warrior's raspy voice laughed quietly. "Efluvious...yes. Useless as you said. No Gregory, I do not think I am he. You may call me Partario, yes. A fitting name for one stitched together as I am. Let us be about our business shall we? It is training I require, and a reworking of technique. A clumsy warrior I am not, though the body is that of one," the newly renamed undead said as he examined himself, "but a good first step on a road to ruin."
Partario stripped the plate mail from him, leaving only leather trappings. He stood as Efluvious never had. No burden on his back, no worry lines creasing his brow. His grin was that of a killer on the loose.
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In a profound sense every man has two halves to his being; he is not one person so much as two persons trying to act in unison. I believe that in the heart of each human being there is something which I can only describe as a "child of darkness" who is equal and complementary to the more obvious "child of light." ~Laurens van der Post
The recent events involving Thanuist and Coranda had beaten down the last of his inner barriers. A darker, craftier self had emerged. Stalking along the shadows, his usual clumsy shuffle gone, he unsheathed his blade and shaved the hair from his head. His path lead straight across the Undercity from his newly vacated nest of rags in the sewers to the Rogue's Quarter.
"Ahh, Gregory Charles. I have business with you," the now bald Efluvious whispered, "so let us be about it, shall we?"
"And who would you be? A warrior from the looks of it." The forsaken paused, and examined the him. "Ahh yes...you would be Efluvious would you not? It was rumored you were missing," the rogue trainer sneered, "or dead once more. Along with the rest of the useless rabble on the last casualty report."
The warrior's raspy voice laughed quietly. "Efluvious...yes. Useless as you said. No Gregory, I do not think I am he. You may call me Partario, yes. A fitting name for one stitched together as I am. Let us be about our business shall we? It is training I require, and a reworking of technique. A clumsy warrior I am not, though the body is that of one," the newly renamed undead said as he examined himself, "but a good first step on a road to ruin."
Partario stripped the plate mail from him, leaving only leather trappings. He stood as Efluvious never had. No burden on his back, no worry lines creasing his brow. His grin was that of a killer on the loose.
...
In a profound sense every man has two halves to his being; he is not one person so much as two persons trying to act in unison. I believe that in the heart of each human being there is something which I can only describe as a "child of darkness" who is equal and complementary to the more obvious "child of light." ~Laurens van der Post