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Dancing with Death

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Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Handyman, KokoPuffs
Characters involved: Ceserus (Handyman), Taahira (KokoPuffs)
Setting: Katakarthia, A small, nameless town on the island off the western coast of the Warring Wastes, northwest of Plenty Castle
Time: Current, just after dark
Weather: Cool, windy, and clear

His recent return to Katakarthia had left him with a significantly shorter leash than what he was used to. After years of roaming around the vast expanse of Sleibte being confined to the boarders of Katakarthia was a slight annoyance that he had not been afraid to voice when he was “reassigned” as it were. Regardless, Ceserus had not argued in the slightest when he was told his new purpose for the time being. He was to roam the lesser populated of the angel and demon territories, gathering as much information as he could about movements of the angelic forces and attempting to subvert any potential incursions by wrecking havoc in smaller, less important areas that might divert their attention just enough to give the demonic forces an advantage. He was certain that he would be called to the battlefield before too long, especially given his ability to wield the corpses of the fallen as his puppets. But his abilities were limited, and especially since he had to avoid any confrontation in the daylight. Light of any kind was a hindrance to the reaper, but he could adapt to fire light and light produced from magic much more effectively than sunlight.

It was, in fact, because of this hindrance that Ceserus had taken such a long time to reach the small town that he now strode into as the last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon and the pale glow of moonlight began to overtake the sky. This town, which sat nestled on a small island just off the coast west of the Plenty Castle was still in tact, unlike most of the cities near the angelic and demonic boarder. Normally, to travel the distance that he had needed to, Ceserus would simply open a portal to his destination, but having never been within the boarders of angel lands and not wanting to attract the attention of the radiant creatures, Ceserus had opted to waiting for nightfall and only teleporting short distances at a time. Finally, after travelling along the road for a couple of days, Ceserus could finally see the light of a small, possibly unnamed town coming into view. With the corner of his mouth curling into a grin, Ceserus covered the distance between himself and the edge of the small village in an instant, melding into the shadows and emerging from them next to a small building that was probably a shop of some sort.

There will still some people out and about, though most of them were coming and going from one particular establishment from which the scent of baked bread, smoked meats, and ale wafted toward the reaper. It was as good a place as any to begin, and if he planned on being in town for longer than one night it would make sense for him to get a room to stay at in order to avoid suspicion. Though he did not truly need to sleep, the sensation of rest was still something he appreciated, and after so many days of travel via arcane means, he needed to recuperate. As he stepped up to the door of what appeared to be a cross between a tavern and an inn, Ceserus removed his hood and allowed the warmth of the air in the space to envelop him. He preferred the chill of the night air, but nothing could be done. The smell of food and drink only intensified, and the sound of conversation was accompanied by music being played by a human man with a piano. The tavern section of the establishment was occupied by quite a few groups of people, and though it was not filled completely, there were enough people to make Ceserus to infer that this was probably the only place to get a good drink in the whole town.

Settling into a seat at a table near the back of the dining area, the elven-looking man flagged down a server and ordered an ale. While he waited for his drink Ceserus draped his cloak over the back of his chair and settled in, glancing about the room and searching for what the source of his entertainment for the evening would be.


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Dancing with Death - by Handyman - 04-03-2018, 04:49 PM
RE: Dancing with Death - by KokoPuffs - 04-03-2018, 08:48 PM
RE: Dancing with Death - by Handyman - 04-04-2018, 03:48 PM
RE: Dancing with Death - by KokoPuffs - 04-06-2018, 01:15 AM
RE: Dancing with Death - by Handyman - 04-12-2018, 11:04 AM
RE: Dancing with Death - by KokoPuffs - 04-24-2018, 11:01 PM
RE: Dancing with Death - by xavols33333333 - 02-25-2024, 04:13 AM
RE: Dancing with Death - by xavols33333333 - 03-01-2024, 03:55 AM

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